Name: Smutticus
Gender: Male
Race: Imperial
Age: 24
Laterality: Ambidextrous, though he definitely favors his right hand for swordplay
Build: Medium to Slender for an Imperial. Incredibly toned.
Sexuality: Yes, please. (Bisexual)
Height: 5’10”
Weight: 175 lbs.
Appearance: Medium length black hair, hazel eyes, dark olive skin. Has a large slashed scar across his chest, multiple scars that look like stars from arrows, and small scar on his chin.
Notable Mark: Symbol of Dibella underneath his belly button but above his crotch. Claims it to be a prophetic birthmark, and only occasionally has that flimsy excuse work.
Skills: Destruction, One-Handed, Heavy Armor
Afflictions: Nymphomaniac [Or just super lonely/easily aroused], definitely seems to have a screw loose (hard to say if he is just doing it to deflect suspicion [In a word, yes he is], paranoid
Personality: Seems clumsy and unassuming. While flopping and flailing like an idiot always seems to be setting people up as best he can. While he has a wide variety of interests and a love of writing, he never seems to actually get too close to people at first. Very superficially charming. When it comes down to it thought, he is very loyal and protective of people. Never wanting to catch people in his own misadventures.
Divine: Dibella
Gear: A simple set of Iron Armor, gauntlets, and boots. An elvish sword. And a crimson cloak. Various potions and scrolls from his travels. And a large coin purse.
Background: Claims to be a “Hero of the Empire,” Smutticus is a lecherous brigand whose luck seems to be only outpaced by his utter lack of concern beyond trying to get some tail (All races may apply). Smutticus definitely seemed to have once served in the Legion or even nobility. He seems to have some understanding of tactics, sorcery, and social interaction.
Born in Cyrrodil though he won’t like say where (*cough* Skingrad *cough*) in a family of no real repute (Courtiers…) “Hey would you stop that?” What? “Giving away all my secrets like you know plops.” Oh okay… Sorry.
Something of a failed author, Smutticus lived life for the simple things: Woman, Wine, and occasionally writing. After joining the legion to help impress some women, meet new women, and earn some respect when he finally got time to retire. Instead what he got was time working for the Imperial Battlemages before he was transferred to the Penitus Occulatas. He was the one who put forward the idea of a “Hero” a propaganda piece that kept the Empire together through adventures of heroism and grandeur. Of course he would be sent off to perform these great deeds and then write about them with the Empire in the highest light. But things changed when a strange mark appeared under his belly button, the mark of Mara.
This created issues, while still operating freely, he was stuck in a new country having to deal with forces he didn't understand and a mark that seemed to turn as many potential allies and lovers hostile before he inevitably tried to weasel his way out of danger or an actual relationship respectively.