Name: Lathriel Snowbough
Age- 89, looks to be in mid-late twenties
Sex- Female
Race- Altmer
Class- Sorcerer
Sexuality- Heterosexual
Marital Status- Single
Laterality- Casts spells with both hands.
Afflictions- None
Religion- Eight Divines
Appearance- Lathriel is a slim altmer woman, noticably without much in the way of a bust. Her skin is a deep golden sheen, with her eyes being a more citrine yellow. She has a delicate looking vine tattoo climbing up her right arm, starting at the top of her hand and climbing to her elbow. Her hair is platinum blonde and falls to her shoulders. She stands at five feet, nine inches, about average for a high elf.
Gear
Armor- No armour to speak of, but she does wear deep grey hooded robes, with dark blue, leaved vine embroidery. She wears a pair of sturdy boots, made for traveling long distances.
Weapons- Destruction and alteration magics, with some healing thrown in.
Known Spells- I'd rather not waste space with a full list of spells, but I'll just include her spell levels in each school, shall I?
Destruction: Master
Alteration:Adept
Healing: Novice
Misc. gear (clothing/jewellery/etc.) A delicate silver ring on the index finger of her right hand, with a small sapphire set within. An amulet of Julianos around her neck.
Personality- Lathriel is outgoing, kind, and studious. While she doesn't go out of her way to interact with people, she is not as haughty as most of her kin. She will go out of her way to help those who seem to truly need help, and will happily discuss magical theory, if the subject comes up. However, she can be quite cold and callous when it comes to combat and protecting her allies.
Likes- Arcane studies, reading, quiet.
Dislikes- Cold, racists, ignorance.
Combat Preference- As a spell caster lacking any real form of defences, she will always stay back from an opponent. Her spells allow her to devastate the foe from mid to long range, and she's powerful enough that she can easily overwhelm most minor spellcasters.
Background- Born in the somerset isles, Lathriel was not much different from hundreds of her kin, besides her innate magical talents. She frequently impressed her tutors, and was quickly accepted into one of the more prestigious academies on the isles.
As a sorceress, she learned and mastered spells quickly, with a penchant for destruction magic. The master of the academy was no less impressed than her tutors and parents had been. Much to the envy of her peers, she was assigned to a small watchpost at the borders of the isles.
It was there she met her friend and companion, Imrior. For the better part of a century, the two fulfilled their duties...until the Thalmor came. They too, had taken note of her abilities, and approached her to join their cause. A cause that Lathriel found rather loathsome, and she made the mistake of saying so out loud.
When Imrior found out about this, he quickly arranged passage for the pair out of Dominion territory. They were only briefly pursued, but they both knew that they could never return to their homeland. Worse, they were very nearly broke after paying the smuggler to drop them on the coast of Cyrodiil.
Together, they took up adventuring, slaying monsters and bandits together, and making more than their fair share of enemies. It was this abundance of enemies that nearly killed Imrior, and Lathriels' actions that bound the two together. A notice from a noble in High Rock drew their attention, and seeking a reprieve from their hunters, the pair heads there.
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Name: Imrior, the Pale Shade
Age- 108, appears late twenties to mid thirties.
Sex- Male
Race- Altmer
Class- Swordsman/warrior
Sexuality- Heterosexual
Marital Status- Single
Laterality- Left handed
Afflictions- Possibly undead? Feels near constant, though not debilitating pain from wounds he has sustained.
Religion- None.
Appearance- Imrior used to be a lean, muscular elven soldier, like most in the dominion military. The key here, is the use of the past tense. These days, Imrior is a gaunt, hollow-cheeked wraith of his former self. His skin is corpse white, and his eyes have gone from aldmeri gold, to a pale silver, almost snow white. His hair, falling down to his shoulders, is black as pitch. Standing at over six feet tall, he is quite intimidating when standing still, never mind when in combat.
Gear
Armor- Overlapping plate armour, forged from moonstone ingots, covers most of his body. His face is hidden behind a pale golden mask, that shows his eyes, and a thin slit for his mouth.
Weapons- The Mournful Blade-A longsword forged from a mixture of moonstone and malachite, making the blade unbelievably light, and giving it a unique, icy texture. The blade is enchanted to freeze the blood of his foes, while boosting his own vitality.
Known Spells- None
Misc. gear (clothing/jewellery/etc.) A fur lined dark cloak.
Personality- Imrior is best described as dour and stoic, avoiding people where he can, and limiting his interaction with them when he can't. He is extremely dedicated to Lathriel, and whoever is foolish enough to rise a hand against her in anger will die before their blow falls.
Likes- Solitude, common sense, Lathriel
Dislikes- Crowds, overly friendly people.
Combat Preference- In combat, Imrior is a blur of pale gold, icy blue, and dark hair as he slashes his way through the foe with skill only a near century of bladesmanship can accomplish. With no magic at his command, he is vulnerable to mages and arrows, and so closes the distance as quickly as he can.
Background- There is not much to tell about Imrior. He joined the Dominion military at a young age as a capable, if somewhat hot headed spellsword. He was well respected for his skill with the blade and arcane arts, though he never rose above the rank of captain.
He had cooled somewhat by the time he met Lathriel, and took on somewhat of a mentoring role for the younger elf. He heard of the Thalmors' offer and plans to arrest her, so he used his influence to secure passage away from the isles for both of them.
The two became close as they traveled throughout Cyrodiil as blades and spells for hire. It was during this time that they were ambushed by a band of brigands that Imrior was mortally wounded defending Lathriel.
It was then, in desperation that Lathriel summoned raw magic in an attempt to revive her friend. It worked...in a sense. Imriors life was spared, but his form was forever changed into that of a pale skinned, dark haired specter. More than that, his connection to magic of any kind was utterly severed. However, this has not changed his affection for his friend, and he is now more devoted to her than ever.
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