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[Kruise]

Name: Isaac
Sex: Male

Race: Breton
Age: 21
Class: Warrior
Appearance
-6'1 Tall
-240lbs without armour
-390lbs with armor
-Short brown hair
-Scruffy beard with moustache
-Blue eyes
Equipment:
Wearing a full set of Daedric armour with a Daedric Axe and Daedric Shield, combined with a Daedric Bow for long range. Chest enchanted to regenerate stamina and health faster. Axe is enchanted to steal health, and trap souls in countless soul gems. Gauntlets enchanted to deal more damage with bows and axes. Boots enchanted to carry more weight and muffle sounds. Helmet enchanted to increase Archery damage, and breath underwater.
Relationships: Married to Lydia. Later fell in love with Mjoll the Lioness and retrieved her sword. Tried to divorce Lydia, but couldn't so sent her home.
Biography: Born and raised in High Rock, he is a knight for the court of Daggerfall. He was raised to use two handed weapons, for they inflict greater damage on the target, but when he sparred with them he would always get knocked down, so he stuck to a Shield and Axe. He left Daggerfall at the age of 18 to venture to Cyrodill, but got mixed up and ended getting captured in Skyrim to be put to the block. He was very fluent in politics, and could understand the Imperial need to kill all of them, including him. He then escaped and ran off to Riverwood, and joined up with the Imperials after some time at Solitude. It was there, he found a dying soldier at one of the many fights he was in, and he willed for the man to live, and he learned he could heal magically. He then decided to become a Paladin. He mastered the novice spells of Restoration and Alteration, to make his skin harder than stone, and to make himself practically invulnerable in battle. But, one day after the War for Skyrim was over, he joined the Companions. He sought glory as a child, and believed he would finally find it. He quickly became good friends with Farkas, and get to have a relationship with Aela the Huntress. He couldn't bring himself to further the relationship, because his wife, Lydia was in the city and good friends with Aela. After several duties for the Companions, he was asked to join the Circle. He was very delighted to join the Circle, but he did not know that meant he would become a werewolf, and be forsaken from Shor's Halls in Sovngarde. When he drank the blood of the Wolf, he turned into a werewolf. It was like a shot of unimaginable power, coursing through his veins. He quickly dropped his study of Restoration and Alteration, and picked up the study of the Daedra. He quickly found several of the powerful Daedra and became their Champion. He went to Molag, Sheogorath, Peryite, Azura, Mehrunes, and several others, excluding Hircine. The last one he found, was before mentioned Hircine out by Falkreath. When he say and felt the great power and feeling that Hircine gave him when he put on Savior's Hide, he decided to devote his life to Hircine. He quickly found the most loyal "pet" he could find and ended up with Argis the Bulwark from Markarth. He quickly conquered many small defenseless towns in his werewolf form, with Argis backin him up. He had conquered the entire region known as Morthal, and for that Hircine was very proud. He bestowed several weapons and armor to Isaac, with his blessings. They are called: Hircine's Strength(Gauntlets) Hircine's Prowess(Boots) Hircine's Protector(Shield) Hircine's Hunt(Bow) Hircine's Champion(Axe) and Hircine's Envisionment(Helment) and lastly, Hircine's Bestowment(Chest). He now is just a rumor, running from town to town murduring everything in sight.

 

[Petma]

Name: Isaac
Sex: Male

Race: Breton
Age: 21
Class: Warrior
Appearance
-6'1 Tall
-240lbs without armour
-390lbs with armor
-Short brown hair
-Scruffy beard with moustache
-Blue eyes
Equipment:
Wearing a full set of Daedric armour with a Daedric Axe and Daedric Shield, combined with a Daedric Bow for long range. Chest enchanted to regenerate stamina and health faster. Axe is enchanted to steal health, and trap souls in countless soul gems. Gauntlets enchanted to deal more damage with bows and axes. Boots enchanted to carry more weight and muffle sounds. Helmet enchanted to increase Archery damage, and breath underwater.
Relationships: Married to Lydia. Later fell in love with Mjoll the Lioness and retrieved her sword. Tried to divorce Lydia, but couldn't so sent her home.
Biography: Born and raised in High Rock, he is a knight for the court of Daggerfall. He was raised to use two handed weapons, for they inflict greater damage on the target, but when he sparred with them he would always get knocked down, so he stuck to a Shield and Axe. He left Daggerfall at the age of 18 to venture to Cyrodill, but got mixed up and ended getting captured in Skyrim to be put to the block. He was very fluent in politics, and could understand the Imperial need to kill all of them, including him. He then escaped and ran off to Riverwood, and joined up with the Imperials after some time at Solitude. It was there, he found a dying soldier at one of the many fights he was in, and he willed for the man to live, and he learned he could heal magically. He then decided to become a Paladin. He mastered the novice spells of Restoration and Alteration, to make his skin harder than stone, and to make himself practically invulnerable in battle. But, one day after the War for Skyrim was over, he joined the Companions. He sought glory as a child, and believed he would finally find it. He quickly became good friends with Farkas, and get to have a relationship with Aela the Huntress. He couldn't bring himself to further the relationship, because his wife, Lydia was in the city and good friends with Aela. After several duties for the Companions, he was asked to join the Circle. He was very delighted to join the Circle, but he did not know that meant he would become a werewolf, and be forsaken from Shor's Halls in Sovngarde. When he drank the blood of the Wolf, he turned into a werewolf. It was like a shot of unimaginable power, coursing through his veins. He quickly dropped his study of Restoration and Alteration, and picked up the study of the Daedra. He quickly found several of the powerful Daedra and became their Champion. He went to Molag, Sheogorath, Peryite, Azura, Mehrunes, and several others, excluding Hircine. The last one he found, was before mentioned Hircine out by Falkreath. When he say and felt the great power and feeling that Hircine gave him when he put on Savior's Hide, he decided to devote his life to Hircine. He quickly found the most loyal "pet" he could find and ended up with Argis the Bulwark from Markarth. He quickly conquered many small defenseless towns in his werewolf form, with Argis backin him up. He had conquered the entire region known as Morthal, and for that Hircine was very proud. He bestowed several weapons and armor to Isaac, with his blessings. They are called: Hircine's Strength(Gauntlets) Hircine's Prowess(Boots) Hircine's Protector(Shield) Hircine's Hunt(Bow) Hircine's Champion(Axe) and Hircine's Envisionment(Helment) and lastly, Hircine's Bestowment(Chest). He now is just a rumor, running from town to town murduring everything in sight.

I find that your character seems very over-powered. Full daedric, member of the circle, master of restoration and alteration, married, a paladin, a good fighter, and how did he get the armor if not by smithing? Which would mean he is also a nearly master of smithing. Also champion of several daedric princes, and conqueror of Morthal? Are you saying that your character owns Morthal? I think not. And all by the age of 21. Hrm. I doubt you will get very far in any RP with this character without people being all rage-y at you. Just saying. Try to be a little more realistic, and a bit more fair to everyone else.

 

[Kruise]

I find that your character seems very over-powered. Full daedric, member of the circle, master of restoration and alteration, married, a paladin, a good fighter, and how did he get the armor if not by smithing? Which would mean he is also a nearly master of smithing. Also champion of several daedric princes, and conqueror of Morthal? Are you saying that your character owns Morthal? I think not. And all by the age of 21. Hrm. I doubt you will get very far in any RP with this character without people being all rage-y at you. Just saying. Try to be a little more realistic, and a bit more fair to everyone else.

I didn't really mean for it to be OP. I did this more for my character having a backstory than actually RPing with it. I am making up a backstory for an Assassin for that. This was more of a visual of my actual character I am working on in-game. Sorry 'bout that.

 

[Petma]

OH ok

 

[TheNightingale]

Name: Lauren

Race: Imperial

Class: Archer/ Warrior

Gender: Female

Looks:





Lauren has shoulder length chestnut coloured hair, which is braided at the back. She has a long scar running from the bottom of her left eye to the middle of her left cheek. Her eyes are a forest shade of green, and she wears green war paint which imitates her scar but on her right eye. Her skin is a pale/peach colour, and she wears heavy black eyeliner.


Misc/Story:

- When Lauren was just a newborn, she was left to die by her Imperial parents following an attack from the Stormcloaks. When the invasion had ended, she was discovered by a young Ulfric Stormcloak who took her in. He was unable to kill her, and besides she was not yet an Imperial soldier. She grew up with the Stormcloaks who all knew of her parents, but accepted her. She became a Stormcloak warrior, always up for the challenge of slaughtering the Imperials.

- She is very protective over her horses, she treats them as if they were her own brothers and sisters out on the battlefield. She owns a black horse named Nightingale who is her war horse. He was a gift from her adoptive father Ulfric Stormcloak. She also owns a bay horse with a white blaze and four white socks named Ralph who was her childhood friend.

 

[Kir the Silent]

Name: Kir the Silent

Race: Wood Elf
Age: 21

Class: Infamous Independent Assassin known as "The Silent"
Weapons: Elven Longsword and Dagger(Ancient's Wrath and The Silent Blade)

Skills: Stealth, Silver-Tongued, and Intelligent
Likes: Sweetrolls and Stros M'kai Rum, the Woods

Dislikes: Thalmor, Arrogant People, and Idiots
Looks: Dawn-golden hair, black wood elf eyes, black tatoo around right eye(would elven symbol), 5'7, 155 pounds, thin and athletic, slightly muscular, very small tally marks tatoos on his right arm(represents kills)

 

[Stoppsy]

Name: Jalum-Bei
Race: Argonian
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Looks: Redish-Orange skin, two fins on his head. He has the look of determination on him.
Skills: Alchemy (Adept), Sneak (Adept), Archery (Expert), Lockpicking (Apprentice) and Pickpocketing (Apprentice)
Weapons: Orcish Bow with Steel arrows and an Orcish dagger

Bio: Brought up in Black Marsh, Jalum-Bei was trained to be a Dark Brotherhood Assassin as a Shadowscale. At the age of 25 he left to join the Dark Brotherhood in Cyrodiil. When he got there all he found was a bunch of abandoned bases and a crazy man by the name of Cicero. He wanted no part with Cicero so he wandered around Cyrodiil for 5 years doing odd jobs and earned a considerable amount of money. He finally decided to join the Dark Brotherhood in Skyrim, If he could find them.
He distrusts anyone who hasn't proven themselves

 

[Lasercat77]

Character name: Bracken​

Race: Wood elf​

Class: Mage/thief​

Gender: Male​

Looks: Short brown hair,tan/brown skin,brown narrow almond-shaped eyes. Usually wears mage robes.​

Personality: Although very quiet and a bit shy in normal interaction,Bracken is fierce and powerful in battle.​

Weapons:Most spells from each school of magic,mainly in destruction and alteration,an enchanted bow,a pair of daggers for close combat,and a Wabbajack​

Factions:Thieves Guild,College of Winterhold​

Misc: Was abandoned around age eleven,and was found near the College of Winterhold. To keep from freezing to death,he shot flames at a pile of twigs for a fire. Faralda witnessed this and took him to the College. Once he was old enough to leave,he set out to Riften to join the Thieve's Guild.​

 

[SolitudeScribe]

Name: Ljúfa Runewalker
Race: Nord
Age: 40-ish
Class: Battlemage
Gender: Female
Weapons: A destruction spell brewing in one palm while the other holds a staff or one hander.

Looks: Its easy to confuse Ljúfa for an Imperial because of her dark tanned skin but a keen observation of her angular features and blue eyes readily corrects assumptions. She's at the typical tall end of the spectrum for her kind with broad shoulders. Shaggy black hair falls a little above her elbows with small braids etched here and there.

Personality: Formal and quiet. Ljúfa prefers the company of books over huge crowds but this doesn't mean she's shy. It takes her a little bit to warm up to someone but she's polite majority of the time, even to other races though keeps Altmer at arm's length. To anti magic users, Ljúfa might come across as aloof.

Bio: She was born into a family of staunch Empire supporters in Solitude. Her parents ran a scribe's shop and mercifully, business was always booming. Ljúfa didn't endure any hardships growing up so from an early age, she was educated. Like most Nords, Ljúfa was enthralled with the idea of becoming a warrior but with a slightly different flavor. Along with her enthusiasm for a martial lifestyle, and perhaps with even more favoritism, she held exceeding interest in magic. Of course, the Arcane did not run in favor with her parents, completely dismissing the whole thing as weak and only for Elves. At least their daughter was also fond of combat and played with swords.

As soon as she became of age, Ljúfa found a mentor in Solitude who taught her magic. Eventually, she joined the Imperial Legion as one of many generic battlemages and served with unwavering loyalty even after the White-Gold Concordat.

A few months before Alduin's return, Ljúfa was kidnapped by the Thalmor and the relentless interrogation/torture caused her to have a change of heart about the Empire she once blindly served. After her "release", she retired her Imperial Legion uniform--giving the excuse she wanted to continue her Arcane studies in the seclusion of Winterhold. While this was only partially true, Ljúfa eagerly sought out the nearest Stormcloak camp.

 

[XiPwnUX99]

Name: Slits-Your-Throat
Race: Argonian
Class: Assassin/thief
Age: 27
Looks: Green scales with horns sticking out the back male 5"9
Bio: Born under the sign of the shadow left black marsh 4 years before events of skyrim mother was a thieves guild member and father was dark brotherhood and was trained early by both of them worships nocturnal and sithis
Personality: Likes to be peaceful when he can but is a master at killing when he has to gives any one who needs help the help they need gives beggars coins and food kind peaceful aggressive has no qualms about killing people for money
Misc: Rich because he saves money from assassinations and thieves guild jobs owns honeyside in riften prefers use of nightingale blade and bow and dual wields a daedric dagger and the blade of woe is listener for dark brotherhood is the thieves guild master

 

[Levi Barenjager]

Levi Barenjager

Gender: Male
Race: Breton
Class: Battlemage

Skills:
One-handed
Destruction
Smithing
Enchanting
Heavy Armor

Combat Style: One hand carries the mace of Molag Bal, but will gladly hurl fire when a ranged attack is needed. The other totes a hand-crafted enchanted shield. He makes no attempt to sneak, preferring the honor of facing his enemies head-on.

Appearance:
Muscular for his race, with dark long hair tied back, a thick and unkempt beard, and the scars of a man who has spent his life on the road, including one particularly distinctive mark running across his left eye. Into battle he wears ebony armor and his enchanted circlet, and at the tavern he wares his Mage's Robes. A simple amulet hangs from his neck.

Personality: Hardened by his childhood, Levi is lacks the usual qualms about dealing death when necessary, but rarely kills without cause. Nightmares of his past drive him to drink more than his share, yet he is always even-handed, intelligent, and willful. As an orphan he is independent and abhors the thought of asking for help from others. As such, he will sooner craft his own potions and weapons than give his coin to alchemists and smiths. Conversations are short and he does his best to reveal little about himself or his past.

History: Born without a name to peasants in High Rock and abandoned to the Orcs, the young boy developed a fierce physical strength and trade skills unusual to his race. At 13 he escaped and traveled across the border to Skyrim in the hopes of one day reaching the Mages College in Winterhold to develop his inborn skills in magic. As a young boy alone he robbed and fought to survive and resisted forming alliances with others, be they Breton or otherwise. His one exception became a young Nord girl in Markarth named Aleksia, who calmed his heart and taught him of the worship of Talos. There love was not to be, however, and during the Great War she was captured and subsequently killed by Breton Forsworn. Having no allegiance to Imperial nor Breton, Levi chose instead to align himself with the Stormcloaks to take vengeance on the Forsworn, his rage being stronger than his blood. After the Markarth Incident Levi continued to travel East, now working honorably as a smith and mercenary to pay his way, rather than living by thievery and intimidation. He believes in nothing save for the arts of magic, but would rather see the people of Skyrim free to choose their own forms of worship, whatever they may be.

 

[catweazle]

name: Rodmar
gender: male
race: nord
age: early 40s

prologe: born in riverwood to a poachers family his mother died while he was too young to remember her. He lost his farther to bandits aged 15 the next day he left riverwood for whiterun and became a smiths apprentice. when his work at the forge was done he would practice with the wepons he made. when he was 19 he joined the companions, where his strength and skill served him well. he soon became a member of the circle


combat: two handed (skyforge steel greatsword) he has used the same blade for nearly 20 years and is now almost a part of him, he canot use any magic and although he can hunt with a bow he shuns its use in combat

looks: about 6ft tall and heavy built, bald but has a bushy red beard. he wears steel plate armour and a horned steel helm. he keeps his armour polished beliveing the smooth surface helps blows glance off

misc: he holds honour very dear and would always fight for what is right even if it would meen his death.
he carrys the beast blood giving him the abilaty to transform into a werewolf.

 

[Exe]

Name: Exe Stonearm​

Race: Imperial​

Class: Paladin​

Gender: Male​

Age: 25​

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Looks: 6 feet tall. Short brown hair under 2 inches in length. A average muscular build. Green colored eyes. Wears a simple black hood over his head and in a full suit of dwarven armor with a black cloak behind him. And a neckless of blocking from his old master from the order.​

Personality: A man that servers the light and want to protect those that cant defened themselves. He is quick to vanquish evil where he sees it. But has learned that not everything is black and white. Has a soft heart for mercy.​

Weapons: One-handed dwaraven sword and shield​

Skills: Heavy armor, two-handed swords, one-handed sword, blocking, restoration, speech​

Bio: As a orphan he lived in the temple most of his life in the Imperial City. He always loved reading the stories of hero's in armor saving the whole from destruction. At the age of 15 he join the Order of Light, and work his way to becoming a paladin. He became a knight in the order by the age of 22. His master Ari tried to teach the young man more about the art of healing and taking more of a defensive and calm approach to conflict. He used to carry a two-handed sword and was very skilled in that fighting style. He blames himself and his hardheadedness for his masters death. After the death of Master Ari, he took up the one handed sword and shield fighting style. Soon he learned how corrupted some of the higher ranking knights, officers, masters and grand-masters where in the order. He didn't want to become a zealot and left the order and traveled the homeland of his master. In Skyrim he wishes to learn more about how to calm his mind and help where ever he can. He believes that the order should be active in the world and not just hiding in a temple somewhere passing judgement. ​

 

[Petma]

If I may, I would just like to point out to everyone, that you won't be getting very far in... Well any RP, if you claim that you are leader of a specific guild, like thieves guild master, listener of DBH, etc. Just sayin.

 

[sticfigur]

J'marco, Khajiit ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Class:Brawler/Rogue ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Allies: Stormcloaks ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Enemies:Imperials, Thalmor ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Factions: Companions --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Looks: Dark fur with brown eyes ------------------------------------------------------------------------- J'marco's parents were killed by bandits when he was young he killed an imperial soldier by accident and ended up at Helgen. He has seen the good and bad in people and is an excellent no-weapons fighter.

 

[Epic Keith]

Character name: Elikah​

Race: High Elf​

Class: Mage​

Gender: Male​

Looks: Long White beard, long hair, two scars running down from his eyes.​

Personality: Elikah is proud like other High Elves. He too is a part of the Thalmor and believes that Talos is a big joke. When in combat, he may be as aggressive as your average Sabre cat​

Combat Prefs​

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Destruction​

Lightning Storm, ​

Icy Spear, ​

Wall of Flames,​

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Conjuration​

Dead Thrall,​

Storm Thrall,​

Summon Dremora​

Dragonhide​

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Alteration​

Mass Paralysis​

Equilibrium ​

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Restoration​

Guardian Circle​

Bane of the Undead​

Misc: Justiciar of the Thalmor, Infiltrator,​

 

[FaDeD]

Character name: Lucien
Race: Dunmer
Class: Thief
Gender: Male
Age: Mid twenties
Looks: Decent height at about 5’9”, presenting a wiry build. Ashen grey skin, medium length black hair, light fringe of hair sometimes falls before his face.
Personality: Lucien usually keeps to himself, not engaging with anyone else unless there is moeny to be made.
Combat Prefs: A concealed steel dagger is the only weapon kept on person.
Skills/Preferences: Sticky fingers and guile. He sports dark clothing, accompanied by a hood.
Misc: Lucien is unable to recall much of his past, and has been doing odd jobs and ripping off unsuspecting shopkeepers around Skyrim since his late teens.

 

[Toby D'jonaire]

Character name: Luke​

Race: Breton​

Class: Warrior​

Gender: Male​

Looks:

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Personality: Helps People, Nice And Curious​

Combat Prefs: Werewolf, Two-Handed Weapons.​

Misc: Explorer, Dragonborn.​

 

[iiKatieRawrzox]

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Name: Azhiri'Lhan​

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Female—Khajiit​

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Appearance: Tri-colored greys swirl over her face as ominous black seems to seep across her soft, yet life-hardened face. Reds and whites erupt in bold streaks that line the blackened fur on her face and body as her pearly-colored eyes—small, but alert—are clearly shimmering amongst the black fur that surrounds them. A deep, resounding scar travels from the corner of her right eye, across her nose, where it stops just shy of her left cheekbone; prominent and dangerous. Her shadowy hair is tied securely and is fastened by a silver band at the base of her neck and at the top if her head. ​

She has a lean, athletic frame; Built for stealth, as well as endurance. She is quite short for her race, the tips of her ears peaking at 5’3. ​

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Class: Azhiri’Lhan is quite fond of dual-wielding swords as well as archery; she prefers distance battle, however and favors her bow. Her battle style is reserved as well as light. A battle with her could be summed up as a quarrel with an acrobat with blades. Even unarmed she poses a serious threat due to the claws the rest of her race possesses. She prefers light armor, mostly leather and dragon scale. She is not very efficient in heavy armor and does her best to avoid it at all costs.​

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Bio: The life of Azhiri’Lhan is disputed by many, yet tragic to whomever breathes the tale. Born in Elsweyr, she was moved to Skyrim soon after her birth. Her mother and father had begun traveling with the caravans that circled Skyrim, which posed as a hostile way to grow up. The constant bandit-raids and animal attacks made it a very dangerous life to live, especially as a young cub roaming the cold lands seemingly unprotected. During one of the bandit-raids, Azhiri’Lhan was abducted in an attempt for ransom. Her parents never paid into getting her back, and after a few weeks the bandits had decided to kill her. She had gotten away fairly unharmed, traveling the wilds of Skyrim for weeks in a desperate attempt to find some sort of civilization to take her in. She was thrown out of cities, pelted with rocks by merchants and passersby on the roads, attacked by creatures and people alike. Angered by her misfortune, she made her way back to the old bandit camp, and waited for the wine and mead to take them to a deep slumber. After all the bandits had gone to sleep, Azhiri’Lhan proceeded to gut one drunken bandit after another with a stray dagger and her claws. Some commotion had been woken the remaining bandits, and the sheer numbers of them alone had overpowered her. She was then presented to the bandit leader, who was aghast that a child had killed so many of his men. Thoroughly impressed with the child’s potential, he took her in as his own, teaching her many of the trades and skills he had learned in his lifetime. As Azhiri’Lhan grew older, talk of overthrowing her ‘father’ had become well agreed upon amongst the other bandits. Both of them had plans on fleeing, but his throat was cut while he rested the night before their escape. Azhiri’Lhan escaped with only her bow and the scar on her face after being tortured and shamed for three days.​

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She finally seemed to get her rest when an Argonian family working at the fishery in Riften took her in as their own. They were never lucky enough to conceive, so they all had each other. Her newfound father, Arokh, trained her in the arts of stealth as well as thieving, swordsmanship, and forging while her mother Mezzidriel doted on her and showed her the beauty of life. As Azhiri’Lhan exited her teenage years, a thirst for adventure overtook her, and with her new parents blessing, she set off once more, living off the land and creating somewhat of a name for herself around Skyrim.​

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Personality: Azhiri’Lhan is very quiet and observant. She never speaks in third-person like all of those in her race do. In fact, she finds it quite annoying. She has a quick temper and is quite bad at communicating with people. There are very few people she has befriended, and even though she would never admit it, she seeks some sort of companionship, despite her loner attitude. Once she trusts someone, however, she is completely different. She is friendly and protective, often times putting herself in the most immediate danger if the situation ever presented itself.​

 

[fayne1565]

Character name: Khan​

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Race: Orc​

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Class: Warrior/Brute​

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Gender: Male​

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Looks: Red toned skin with a a goatee, and scar over his right eye, very ​

lean muscular he was born and built for war. Has a smug expression most of the time as he is finds most things annoying.​

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Personality: Straight forward and always ready for a fight. Is strong willed.​

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Combat Prefs: two-handed weapons and/or dual wielding.​

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Misc: Was raised in the orc stronghold of Narzulbur his father is the chief.​

Back Story: After becoming old enough, Khan left his orc stronghold on the will to adventure. his dad being the chief of the stronghold raised him harshly and forced him to train in war more than any other orc child. And in so Khan decided to use that too his advantage while working as a sell sword. He also got the scar over his right eye when he was about 13 in age. his dad showed no mercy during training and struck him with a sword in the head. luckily Khan was wearing a helmet and it took most of the blow. ​