Favourite genre of music: rock, any kind accept death metal
Favourite style of art: Water painting
Wallpaper of choice: S.T.A.L.K.E.R. related.
Favourite cartoon character: Korra
Personal Quote: "Aim low, and you won't fall far!"
A Life Once LivedA Life Once LivedA Life Once Lived by ~FriEnDlyz0mBieZ
Eric sat atop the watchtower of Whiterun, looking out at the vast tundra that covered the most of the Hold. From 2 pm to well past the sun's set, Eric sat at his station, keeping look for 12 hours a day. He would watch the roads for the threat of bandits, though the most action he usually dealt with was the petty theft of sweetrolls, and the brawls of the local drunks. Eric took a bottle of mead from the bucket that sat next to his seat, as the guards posted here always left a stash for the watchman after them, for the nights of Skyrim could be cold, and the days could be boring. Watching the roods made Eric miss the days of his past, the days when he wandered the paths of Skyrim, on search for adventure and glory. He missed the days of raiding the tombs of draugr's, and spending nights at the closet inn or tavern. Usually sharing a bed with the wench that suited his taste the best, or was lonely for the night.
Eric missed those days. If it