Name: Jt
Race: Nord
Weapons: Steal long sword, skinny, red hilt, hilt looks like fire and comes around hand. Like a scimitar but does not connect all the way and on both sides. 1 ebony dagger. Elven bow with dwarven arrows
Appearance: Around 5'5'' Brown hair that covers face, sky blue eyes. He wears baggy black pants, long sleeve black shirt, and a black cloak with a hood, just touching the ground.
Backround: A multitasker at his finest, Jt is proficient with lighting magic as well as invisibility. He was raised by his dad for most of his life.His dad taught the arts of swords play and his magic training. After his dads death, Jt was raised by his dad's best friends, Khajiit caravan. For his next years, he learned the arts of stealth, archery, undercover work speechcraft, nature survival, and getting around towns and forest faster by some local wood elves at some point, a.k.a. PARCORE. Jt lost his family though, and is determened to find his family's murders. Hi is not much of a socialist when it comes to other most species, though he is not prejudice toward anyone. He does prefer to be around Khajiit though. He mainly fights with is Longsword. He tried learning fire several times, but his kitty family banished this after the 3rd time of burning the tents down. He will at times pull out his dagger in his off hand. When in stealth mode, he pulls out his bow mainly, but does use his dagger every now and then.He will even use disguises to get in where he needs to get in. Never liking to staying in 1 place for long, he is always looking for adventure and, even if not fond of, he will protect any of his allies with his life.
Jt was doing his usually run in Skyrim. He was in Riften selling a dwarven ax to a Argonian when a courier ran up to him.
"Jt"
"Yes"
"Message for you"
"I'm sorry, what. I never get letters. Wait, is it from solitude, I swear, I sold him an old falmer scroll, its not random gibberish."
"No, its from Ulfric Stormcloak."
" . . ."
"Uhh, here is the letter'
Dear Jt,
As you should know by now, the Thalmor are heading this way and are ready to take Skyrim for there own. Most people just see you as a merchant, but I know that you are much more and better than that. I would ask you to come to fight for your pride, buy you aren't like other nords. "Yeah, my head is not swollen with pride." So, to convince you, we can give you the information you are looking for in regards of your family's death.
Ulfric Stormcloak.
Jt didn't want to go and join the Stormcloak army, but, this was the best bet for a lead. He headed out and got on a carrige
"Windhelm, now"