Name: Fa’sien
Age: 69
Race: Khajiit
Height: 6’7”
Weight: 260
Class: spell sword
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Looks: he has white fur mottled with black and brown, he has massive scars on the left side of his face from numerous battles during the Great War, which caused him to lose his left eye. He is extremely tall and bulky for his race, at 6’7 he towers over most of his family in Elsweyr; and while weighing in at 260, he is anything but fat, his shear size commands attention when he enters a room. Even for being as large as he is, he is every bit as graceful, nimble, and silent as just about every other member of his race.
Personality: while there is still animosity toward the Aldmeri Dominion, he stays generally positive. The white gold concordance left a very bitter taste in his mouth, as well as being treated like a criminal after it was signed, causing him to migrate to the uncomfortable climes of Skyrim. While still pining for the much warmer sands of Elsweyr, he has come to enjoy the odd customs of the local nords, as well as all of the mischief of the region in general.
Fighting Style: Fa’sien has developed his own highly unorthodox( and in some circles, frowned upon) yet overtly effective style of combat, combining both destructive magic and sword play. He started showing an affinity and skill for magic at a young age, and chose to hone the talent while still showing great skill with blades, and there by combined both skills into a beautiful, yet extremely deadly, and wholly unique style. He carries an ebony long sword that he forged himself before the war, along with an elven dagger in his boot, just in case.
Armor: Fa’sien prefers to face a battle head on, requiring a heavier armor, but still enjoys the looks from locals when he surprises them. To this end, he has gravitated to the lighter armors, he currently wears black leather armor, reinforced at the shoulders, upper arms, chest, thighs, and shins with steel plate. He doesn’t wear a helmet because he claims that it restricts his hearing, or gloves because his destructive magic burns through them. The only other item of cloathing he wears is a cloak that is undoubtedly too small for his bulk, and barely covers his shoulders.
My CC, hope he fits into the story