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[Semper Eadem]

Name Sive Honmund
Race Breton
Class Bard, Aspiring Mage, Sometimes Thief
Gender Female
Age 16
Looks Sive wears her light silvery blond hair in what most folks would call a pixie cut, she usually prefers dark armor with a dark black shrouded hood. She usually wears medium dark orange feint war paint about her eyes, which serves to make her look older then her 16 years. Sive is about 5ft and 95 pounds and light on her feet. She has lovely sea green eyes.

Personality Because Sive is so young she is mostly an open book as life really hasn't shaped her yet. She hasn't many scars, just a few from fights with animals she got while hunting, Sive fights either using her bow or magic as that is what she was trained to do by Sven, her step granfather. Sive is more of a warrior though by temperament in that she is more apt to lose her patience and go in and fight with her dagger. or short sword.

Backstory Sive (Sigh've) was born at sea on a ship bound for Morrowind from Daggerfell, High Rock. Sive's mother didn't survive the ordeal of bringing Sive into the world. The Captain of the Dermide turned around and journeyed back to Daggerfell. Sive was taken in by her Grandmother Elisanne and her husband Sven Honmund. Elisanne died when Sive was 4. Sven moved himself and his step granddaughter from Daggerfell to Bruma, Cyrodiil. Sven and Sive lived in Bruma and around northern Cyrodiil for 10 years. Sven worked as a fletcher and hunter teaching his granddaughter much about herbal lore and a few other tricks he had learned in a long and eventful life. In fact Sive took her surname to honor her step grandfather's memory. Sive has a strong devotion to Talos and Julianos, with a healthy respect for Sithis due to her family's involvement with the Dark Brotherhood.

At age 15, Sive decided to emigrate to High Rock via Skyrim, her long term goal being to journey to Daggerfell. So taking up her flute and harp she set off. For the last year or so Sive has been living as a nomad mostly hunting and studying her magic and music along with other skills. Doing the occasional odd job around the holds of Skyrim and traveling with the Khajiits. She has slowly been making her way west towards the High Rock boarder.

 

[Mystogan]

Name : Elric Huntsman
Race : Nord
Gender : Male
Age : 29
Class : Hybrid- Warrior/Assassin
Skill : One Handed / Alchemist / Archery / Smithing / Sneaking

Weapon : An Ebony War Axe, Ebony Battleaxe, Dragonbone Dagger, Nightingale Bow, Enhanced Dwarven Crossbow.


Armor : Mercenary Armor (Full Set) [ Guild Master Unenchant Armor]


Fighting Style : Elric skilled fighter, he will observe the situation and make up a plan. By this, Elric managed to fight off whole group of bandit in small amount of time. Elric also master in Rune spell,which he use to plant a trap.

History : Nothing much to said about Elric, simple man living simple life. He married to Serana which once a vampire but Elric managed to cure her. Elric old look was bald hair and thick beard,but his look change alot since he marrying Serana.


Elric always be seen in Bannered Mare in Whiterun. But he always sit on the wooden pillar and not on chair, as the view much wider.

 

[James the Killer]

Name:James
Raceark Elf
Class:Thief
Gender:Male
Location:The Ragged Flagon - Cistern, Skyrim

Beliefs:Nocturnal
Combat Gear:Thieves Guilds Armor, Gauntlets, Boots, Elven Dagger, Hunting Bow, Steel Arrows
Looks:Short Brown Hair, Red Eyes, High Check Bones rest very good looking
Personality:Calm always calm but loves to seal things

 

[AS88]

Name Sharn gro-Arok

Race Orsimer

Class Warrior/Paladin

Gender Male

Appearance
Very refined for an Orc, still of large muscular build. Long black hair braided at the back, held by beads. Large blue eyes and small tusks. Carries a long, narrow scar on his left cheek after his arrest on the Skyrim border.

Personality
Sharn is a thoughtful character who weighs his options before making a decision. Growing up in Cyrodiil meant he was always surrounded by culture and learning, and he has a scholarly thirst for knowledge. He is noble and just in his actions, but the burden of doing the right thing weighs on his mind, especially having being shoved into the pressure of being Dragonborn. Has a passionate hatred for necromancers and unnatural magic, as well as the evil Falmer and terrible Daedra. Generally trusting of strangers, but quick to anger if deceived, he holds by Malacath's teachings that all should be responsible for their words and actions.

Sides with the Empire which his father is also a part of. Reveres Talos as a deity, but feels as though a united Empire is the only option to quell the threat posed by the Thalmor. Thus, he feels for each Stormcloak he kills, as they have all been misguided by Ulfric's self-centred goals and speeches.

Combat Prefs
Carrying a sword at all times, Sharn is always ready for battle. Prefers to use an Ebony Sword or Blades Sword for their thin and light blades. Wears Heavy Armour in battle, usually the Steel Plate set he wore to defeat his final Dragon foe, or a set of Blades Armour with an Orcish Helmet. Carries an Orcish Shield of Magic Abatement. All of his weapons and armour have been worked extensively by Adrianne's hands and his own, and are of flawless quality.

 

[Silverleaf-Nightshade]

i have heaps of characters (Lupine, Scarlet, Frost, Honeysuckle, Pepper, Snapdragon and "Death" Lily) but this is my fav

Name: Silverleaf-Nightshade
Race: Khajiit
Class: Thief
Gender: female
Looks: Short plated black hair,jet black with Caucasian splotches , baby blue eyes. I will post pics if i can figure out how to.​

Personality: No friends(looking for some),outcast, has no love for the authorities, and is not so easily won over by money. extremely strange, curious, and out-going and in future wants a little girl to call her own( thinking it will be fun to play and teach how to aim a bow with her and has no idea about responsibilities).Very sweet(like a sweetroll her mum used to say).​

Misc: Uses the bow. is one with nature. Dislikes magic. hates nords(killed her family for "Being a Khajiit"), she is a collecter and has stashes all over Riften(where she lives With the beggers ), Solitude and Whiterun. ​

people also think she is kooky for all of her story's( Silverleaf-Nightshade:They are not storys! That one in solitude really happened!) Of course it did Silv's​

 

[Silverleaf-Nightshade]

Yeah i changed my mind about fav char...

Name: Honeysuckle(Does not know her birth name)

Race: Altmer

Occupation: Bard, Attends the collage of Winterhold

Residence: Solitude(Bards collage), Is leaving for Winterhold due to acceptance into the collage of magic

Personality: Very shy, Eager about trying new things, Smart but not the sharpest, Works hard at magic and mostly fail's yet hardly tries at singing and playing lute and is brilliant!, Has a soft spot for foxes, Not racist(E.g. Treats a Khajiit with the same respect as her own kind)However she does have a slight 'problem' with Nords and loves Honeysuckle flowers.

Religion: Used to worship Talos but now Hermaeus Mora as she thinks of the knowledge he may have.

Background: Named Honeysuckle by friends because of her love for them, She was born in Skingrad in Cyrodiil and moved to Falkreath when she was 10, Her parents dissapeered 2 years later and she was sent to Honorhall in Riften and ran when she was 16 to be found by Inge Six Fingers Who 'adopted' and taught her how to play the lute, When she was 18 she sent an application to Mirabelle Ervine and has now been accepted at the age of 21.

Appearance: Shoulder length golden blonde crimped hair, Bright eccentric sky blue eyes with a blue/purple-pinkish mist like eye-shadow around her eyes, Small lips with crimson lipstick or pillar-box red, Light complexion which sparkles in the sun and a deep blue gown, Matching shoes with a gold and sapphire necklace, Ring and circlet.

 

[Deluge the Distant]

Character name: Deluge Eternai
Race: Breton
Class: Mage
Gender: Male
Looks: Deluge is 22 yo 5'9" with long black hair and beautiful markings resembling a reddish war paint on his face. He is fairly average in muscular proportion, his eyes are blank and cold. Showing a faint gray which might have one assume that he was blind. He is adorned in gray blood-stained mage robes (resemble make and feel of archmage's robes) and wears the Dragon Priest mask "Nahkriin" at times. His jewelry are a gold diamond necklace that fortifies magicka anda ring that makes spells easier to cast.
Personality: Deluge is cold and somewhat defiant when in any given social situation. When he warms up to someone the tough act becomes more of a distant longing and an unbridled depression.
Combat Prefs: Deluge is a Master level mage being extremely dexterious in Alteration, Illusion, Destruction, and Conjuration. He is rather fair in the school of restoration and knows what he's doing when it comes to enchanting. When he is low on magicka his ebony dagger brings a "shocking" edge into battle.
Misc: Deluge doesn't have a background, he suffers from amnesia due to head truama from an awry match against a troll. He wandered skyrim alone unaware of who had raised him as a child and took up a home at the Winterhold College. He often has flashbacks of screams and fire, sometimes causing him great grief and twisting his mind and will a little bit each time. By the age of 17 Deluge had exceeded in the magical arts at astonishing rates, but though he was accepted he felt that the rank of archmage wasn't his purpose and so his soul carried him outward in search of his family, clues to his past and his most self-destructive desire. Power.

 

[UnLonged]

CHARACTER NAME: Seikralien / "Ivory Snake"

RACE: Altmer
GENDER: Male
LOOKS: 6'5" in height. Burn scar on the upper right corner of his face. Brown windswept hair, white hair where the burnt area of his face meet the hairline. Slim body build.

ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good
CLASS: Alchemist
GEAR: Hooded Thalmor robe set dyed a white color. "Nigricollis", a customized crossbow that fires small vials instead of bolts. Special scroll that conjures alchemy apparatuses (mortar and pestle, retort, alembic, calcinator, and a set of glass vials).

COMBAT: Though proficient with the bow, Seikralien uses the crossbow in combat to deliver his alchemical products to his enemies. Throws his concoctions when enemies are in close proximity. Uses smoke-emitting potions to cover his escape if melee combat is imminent.

BACKGROUND: Seikralien was inflicted with Brain Rot as an infant. His father, an accomplished Thalmor wizard, tried to cure him of his disease. Seikralien's disease is cured but the Brain Rot affected his body so much that it negated the innate ability to cast spells. He grew up practicing archery and alchemy. At one point, while practicing alchemy, the potion he is making caused a minor explosion, burning part of his face and discoloring part of his hair.

When he reached the age of adolesence, he tried to join the Thalmor, accompanied by his father. The thalmor agents screening him was impressed by his archery skills, but having knowledge of his father's rank, they wanted him to conjure an atronach so he can be inducted into the ranks of wizards. Secretly aiding him, his father conjured a storm atronach with the gesture of Seikralien. The agents are impressed but noticed an anomaly, so they instructed his father to join them at their side while he conjures an atronach. Seikralien tried to conjure one, but nothing came. The agents discovered his father's acts. Furious, they ordered his father to be stripped of his rank and be paraded all over Summerset Isles, branding him as a fraud.

Seikralien's father became incredibly depressed, and grew ill overtime. At his death bed, Seikralien's father wished for him to continue on with his alchemical practice, and with his last energy, created a scroll that would conjure alchemy apparatuses so as to not restrain Seikralien from practicing alchemy.

He grabbed his father's thalmor robes, dyed it white and used his blood to paint a symbol of the stars of alchemy on the right shoulder. He customized the family crossbow so it will be capable of firing vials containing his deadly concoctions.

Using the remaining funds willed to him by his father, Seikralien ventured to Skyrim to further study the art of alchemy, and experiment upon any unwary thalmor agents that he encounters. His acts caught the eye of the Thalmor, branding him as a criminal known as the "Ivory Snake".

 

[Luthiel]

(Heck yeah High Elves )


Name: Luthiel

Race: Altmer (High Elf)

Class: Archer/Assassin

Gender: Female

Age: About 25

Looks: A bit short for an Altmer, stands at about 6"8 with a lean body and striking features. Her eyes are bright green in colour, as vibrant the leaves during Rain's Hand. She has mid-length auburn hair which she styles with intricate braids when she has the time. Has a thin scar on the left side of her face, trailing from the height of her cheekbone to the edge of her jaw. Earned it from a Sabre Cat in her early days in the wilderness of Skyrim.

Biography: Was born on the western of the Summerset Isles, in the capitol of Alinor. She grew up like any other Altmer child, her parents Donea and Suvec were powerful magicaffinities and bought her up with a strong devotion to magicka. Yet towards her later pre-teen years her parents began to take a more critical view of the rigid hierarchy of Altmer society and its strict cultural xenophobia. Distraught with the idea that their daughter could be recruited by the Thalmor supremacists that roamed their lands, her family uprooted and moved to the mainland of Tamriel, making their way towards Cyrodiil. Yet alas, their time together away from the homeland was cut short as a hash tempest overtook their ship and ended up killing Donea in the wake. Luthiel tried to keep her father going but, stuck in a perpetual lamentation Suvec succumbed to the ache that plagued his heart and he died a year later. Now orphaned by the age of fifteen she attempted a life of poverty in the city of Bruma for a few years before she stowed away on a small Nordic caravan heading back to their homeland of Skyrim, to where she has lived ever since.

Personality: Quite intelligent and intensely logical. These traits often lead to the extreme lack of humility she has towards others. Although her reserved and formidable exterior seems to be the extent of her being, she sometimes lets out her softer side to those she has deemed trusting enough. Shows the little empathy she has only towards those who are in need. After living as such a destitute, she feels it's only right to be kind to those who live the same as she once did.

Weapons: Ebony bow, Nightingale Blade, Glass Battle Axe of Devouring

Misc. : She really has no alignment; "good" or "evil". Considers them as nothing more then feeble labels produced by those who don't know who they really are as people. She drifts through Skyrim working for those she deems interesting enough to retain her interests. Whether that be lending a hand to Aela the Huntress and fighting for the Companions or aiding Brynjolf and Vex in a scheme for the Thief's Guild.

Armor/Combat: She has "acquired" various bits and pieces of her battle armor from all over Skyrim. Tends to mostly use heavy-armor but she still does have her mother's arch-mage robes which she wears on occasion to practice her magicka. Will never forget her heritage as an Altmer. Currently taking a liking to the Blades Armor and is working hard to perfect them to a higher level. Bit vicious when it comes to fighting, prefers deadly blows and swift kills. Victory above all else.

 

[reiss1100]

Name: Rhorlak

Race: Nord

Class: Warrior/Blacksmith

Gender: Male

Age: 27


Looks: Rhorlak is a man, short brown hair, bit of a comb over. He is about average in size 5''9 if you want to be all technical about it. His eyes are black doesn't to eye contact much. His nose has a story, he was out one morning fetching water from the local well and realized that everyone stopped and stared he couldn't understand why everyone was doing it. He realized it wasn't him he was staring at it was the beast behind him. A Troll. He tried to run. He failed and now he is flailing in that grasp of a troll and as he tried to bite him. He was in for a nasty surprise when he just hit him square in the nose and since then his nose has been squint.

Biography: Ever since he was a little boy he always enjoyed creating, crafting and repairing all of these traits came from his dad. When Rhorlak hit the age of 12 he became the towns blacksmith. Sounds good and all doesn't it? Well. Your wrong. He took over from the death of his father. He was the former blacksmith. No one could figure out how his father died other from his father himself. When he wasn't creating weapons, he would use them and fend of the town in a voluntary service. He like charity work in faith of his fathers death he has became him always looking out for people if they are in dire need of help even though he is a blacksmith doesn't me he cant be a warrior.

Personality: He is always enthusiastic about everything. He was polite just like his father. Never let anyone down. You could really trust this man. Not much bad about him.

Weapon: His Fathers Sword.

 

[Assassin99]

Name: Dar'badaar

Race: Khajiit

Class: Samurai/Archer

Age: 18

Looks:
.Medium height
.Broad shoulded
.No hair or beard
.Dark fur

Biography: Ever since this one was young this one has been clever, this one's sire trained this one in the art of the blade and bow.
This one is quick and agile like the rest of this ones race, this one wields an Iron Blade created by this ones uncle, It resembles an avakirian blade although only does as much damage as a steel one, this ones bow is a hunters bow.

Personality: Dar'badaar is easily likable, if not a bit arogant.

Notes: .couldn't help but do the bio in khajiit voice
.This is my first freeform role-play char

 

[Primrose the huntress]

Name: Primrose the Huntress
Race: Imperial
Class: Archer/Thief/Assassin
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Looks:

• Long wavy brown hair
• Slim build
• Mud war paint
• Daring green eyes

Personality: Nice unless you get on her bad side. Highly dislikes crude remarks. Quiet, mysterious, prefers to stay in the shadows. Notices every single detail. Highly technical and logical about all decisions. Committed. Quite intelligent.

Bio: Professional archer as she has been doing it since she was a little girl, learnt how to sneak from her 'father' when she was a teenager. When she was 7, her family was killed by a group of bandits and she was able to escape. She used her knowledge of archery (learnt from her real father) to survive on the road. With no sense of where she was going, being weary and tired, and having no money, she had no choice but to stop in the small town of Rorikstead after not being able to find food for a fair few days. Knocking on stranger's doors, she got kicked on to the streets where she thought she was going to stay. But luckily she was taken in by a stranger who she later called her father. Being a master assassin, he taught her how to kill and sneak. She grew up in the Dark Brotherhood sanctuary where at the age of 16, was fully inducted. She made her living as an assassin before she joined the thieves guild where she soon became the Guildmaster and Nightingale. She now resides in Lakeview manor, in Falkreath, with her spouse Vilkas and two children, Runa and Britte.

LIKES: Traveling, horse-riding, climbing, hunting

DISLIKES: Arrogance/ignorance, snobby rich people, slaughterfish, crude remarks

BELIEFS: The eight divines (Dibella in particular)

PREFERENCES:

• Light armor (nightingale armor)
• Expert archer (Ebony bow -legendary-)
• For close combat, daggers (Mehrunes Dagon/ Blade of woe)

SKILLS:

• Highly skilled in Archery/Sneaking/Lockpicking/Pickpocketing
• Loves reading
• Expert at horse riding as she travels Skyrim with her trusty stead, Shadowmere.
• Loves writing
• Expert at crafting weapons and improving armor.

*UPDATED 4/10/12*

 

[mast3rlinkx]

Felidae, there's one problem. In freeform RP, no characters are supposed to be Dragonborn.

 

[Shew]

Updated:

 

[PostScript]

Name: Archer
Race: Breton
Class: Ranger/Archer/Rogue
Gender: Male
Age: 35

Appearance:

• 5'10" 155 lbs small powerhouse. Like to stay fit.
• a bit aged and the forge has hardened his skin some.

Personality: Archer is the hang-loose and still be aware type. His family was fairly big into the arms and armor business. But other than liking to use a forge, Archer wanted nothing to do with business.

Major Skills:

• Archery (100)
• Sneak (97)
• Light Armour (100)
• Lockpick (80)
• Smithing(97)

Combat Prefs: Elven Bow enchanted with stamina steal. Glass dagger with steal health.

Misc: Quick thinking and innovative. Think macguyver, in skyrim. Loves gadgets. Has a small collection in a simple home of Dwemer artifacts. Including a malfunctioning dwemer spiderbot. That he calls spot. Tends to be a bit random, his many thoughts often don't find a filter between his mind and his mouth.

 

[Woofle]

Character Name: Evelyn

Race: Half-Bosmer, Half-Nord(Appears mostly Bosmer)

• Sub-race:Werewolf

Gender: Female

Age: 19

Birthsign: The Lady

Alignment: Neutral Good(Leaning more toward Lawful)

Class: Scout

Occupation: Freelance escort/guard, occasional assassin

Favored Skills:

• Archery
• One-handed(Dual-wield/swords)
• Light armor
• Sneak
• Restoration
• Illusion

Looks:

• Stands just over 5'4", Lean and athletic build
• Dark brown, chin length straight hair, bangs swept to the left of her face
• Heterochromia; Left eye is dark brown, right is a very light amber(Side effect from lycanthropy)
• Her face and eye shape are a bit rounder then most other bosmer
• Her werewolf form has dark gray fur, with lighter gray markings around her eyes and chest, both her eyes are that very light amber from her original form

Armor: She appears to wear a full set of elven armor, although the helmet is slightly customized, covering her face more than the usual Elven helmet. The color of the armor also appears more white than yellow. She also possesses a set of fur armor for colder climates, which appears to be made from the pelts of snow animals, along with a hooded fur cloak. Both sets have their boots enchanted with the Muffle effect.
Weapons: She carries a Elven bow, two Elven swords, and a Elven dagger. The bow is enchanted with ice effects, the dagger with a paralyze effect, while the swords remain unenchanted.
Spells:

• Alteration: Candlelight
• Illusion: Clairvoyance, Courage, Calm(Future spells: Rally, Invisibility, Call To Arms, Pacify, and Harmony)
• Restoration: Healing, Fast Healing, Healing Hands, Necromantic Healing(Future spells: Close Wounds, Heal Other, Heal Undead, and Grand Healing)

Personality: The woman has a quiet and shy demeanor to all but her closest friends, whom she is very jolly and friendly around. She is a bit hesitant on making new friends, since she can become rather clingy pretty quickly. She can be very nurturing and motherly to those she cares about, but also to those that she pities. She has a tendency to get involved in everything that isn't her business. She is rather self-reliant, and doesn't like asking for help, but she will not refuse if it is offered. She is very cautious and wary around questionable places and people, and tends to keep to herself. Unless she feels she can make the place better.

Likes: Wolves, the night sky, viewing things from high points, volunteering

Dislikes: Anything dwemer related, spiders, selfishness, Markarth, tyrants

Beliefs: The Eight Divines(Specifically Mara)

Misc: Only takes assassin contracts for people she believes deserve to be killed, and only escorts those that seem honest in her eyes. She wears an Amulet of Mara, but keeps it hidden under her clothes. Often carries a flute somewhere on her person. She appears to only cast beneficial spells. Has a strange fascination for wolves, for seemingly no reason. Is rather neutral with the whole civil war, aiding both stormcloaks and imperials when the need arises(Not against each other though), but if she had to chose a side, it would be the imperials. She can't control her werewolf transformations(At least, not anymore), she'll transform whenever her temper snaps, when she feels bloodthirsty, when she feels betrayed, and sometimes at random times during the night.

"Why does history always come back to try and kill us?"

 

[KingBen2359]

Race: Nord
Class: Miner and Blacksmith
Gender: Male
Looks: Blonde nord (dont really care about looks)
Personality: He acts normal
Combat Prefs: He uses Maces and no magic at all.
Little Story: He was a Skooma dealer and bandit because that was the way to make money. He quit that and now he mines and sells the ore or creates items and then sells them. He lives in the Windhelm Mansion.

 

[Nightingale Khajiit]

Name: Chahin
Sex: Male
Race: Nord
Age: 31

Equipment: Riften guards armor, steel sword, Riftens guard shield, Long Bow and Iron arrows

Personality: Having spent a lot of time out in the wildness on his own, Chahin is used to solidarity, and isn’t as comfortable in large groups of people. He would rather take orders from someone wiser and stronger than him, as he doesn’t feel that he could command a large group of warriors on his own.

Backstory: Chahin grew up in the city of Riften, and was raised by his father who worked as a city guard. His mother had died while Chahin was still very young, so Chahin looked to his father for most of his guidance. Chahin grew up hating the city, with its crime poverty and violence. Chahins father showed him the ropes of being a city guard, and as Chahin had very little education, he decided to take over his father’s position once he passed away. Since he couldn’t stand to be inside the city anymore, he requested that he be allowed to guard the county side of the Rift, mainly the eastern side, as it was less inhabited. Since the Jarl knew his father, and respected the service he had done, she allowed him to be a border guard watching over the Morrowind/Skyrim border. Chahin has enjoyed living out in the wildness, while having to deal with the occasional Dunmer drug smuggler, or illegal immigrant trying to cross the border.

 

[ryguy90]

Name: Beaker
Race: Argonian
Class: Mage Fighter
Skills: Juggernaut (2), Fists of Steel, Steel Smithing, Novice Conjuration, Conjunction Dual Casting, Summoner, Novice Destruction, Destruction Dual Casting, Novice Illusion, Restoration Novice, Restoration Dual Casting, Regeneration, Apprentice Regeneration, Alchemist (3).
Gender: Male
Appearance: A tall, skinny, Argonian with red scales, six dirty yellow horns along his head, and fairly large white eyes with black pupils. Wears a pair of steel gauntlets and a white rob.

Personality: Always seems to just be inches away from a panic attack, Beaker is a very nervous individual. He hates being the center of attention and is often at his happiness working on some experiment. Yet he is not afraid to get his claws dirty when it means helping a friend or for the sake of his research.
History: Beaker is from a Black Marsh warrior clan called the Sharpened Claw, who are known for their unarmed combat which could match the Khajiits. Beaker had some talent in their fighting style, but never really fit in with his clan. He was always being made fun for his fascination with books and magic, his dislike of eating meat and violence, and how he could only speak in high pitched squeals do to a childhood injury to his throat which left a very scar along the bottom of his neck. He was seen as a weakling by most of his clan, including his own parents.

Looking for away to escape from his backwards clan and the disappointed glaze of his parents, Beaker ran away from home as a teenager and joined with Master Honni, an Orc mage who was studding the Black Marsh plant life. Feeling pity towards the young, and talented, Argonian, Honni took Beaker as his apprentice and the two traveled around Tamerial conducting experiments.

During there time together, Beaker learned a lot about everything Honni could teach him. Potion making, destruction spells, history, even banking, if Honni thought Beaker needed to know it he would teach him. One of Beaker's most important lessons he learned came from Honni's rather hands on, deal with it as it comes up, kind of research. To deal with the danger that often came with his master's experiments as well as Honni's simply mad personality, Beaker learned to put aside his normal meek manner and do what needed to be done.

Beaker has recently left Honni to study at the Winterhold Collage, where he planes to start making a name for himself as well as a chance for lesson dangerous or insane work. (If you think thats going to happen then go watch Muppet Labs)

Combat Style: Beaker usually tries to stay away from combat when he can, but when he has to fight he likes to summon dreadra and attack from a distance with destructive spells. He is also good in melee thanks to his training in unarmed combat which Honni insisted he continued to study. So despite his skinny appearance, Beaker can snap bones with his hands.

Misc: Beaker has a reputation for being rather unlucky and if anything bad happens it happens to him.

 

[Azzuri1166]

Name: Avelina
Sex: Female
Race: Bosmer
Age: 20
Birthsign: The Serpant
Religious Beliefs: Arkay & Mara
Class: Necromancer

Appearance: Avelina stands at 4'8' her skin is pale much like skyrim's snow,her hair is very long once its out of the hood it falls down just behind her shoulders, her eyes are a dark shade of purple. She normally wears blue mage robes with a large over hanging hood to hide her face.

Personality: Even though she's a necromancer she's hardly a scratch on the stereotype personality, she's outgoing, friendly, motherly she's also against racism and is friendly to all races she encounters.

(Misc background will be added soon)