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[Vixen]

Name: Lunai Augustine
Age: 489 (Looks about 21.)
Affliction: Vamprism
Race: Bosmer
Personality: She is very proper, and highly meticulous. Knowing what to say to manipulate people to do her bidding, she is well off when it comes to wealth and power.
Equipment: Besides her razor sharp claws, she uses two ebony blades which she is quite deadly with. She wears a custom-made ebony armor that is light and maneuverable, some times she will wear a finery of blue and white.
Description:

Height: 5'4
Eye color: Bright blue.
Skills: Speech, One-Handed, Stealth, Conjuration, Alchemy, Lock-Picking, she is also very talented in acrobatics.
Likes: Alcohol, gold, the occasional "Satisfaction", games, magic
Dislikes: Jesters, waiting, incompetence
Thralls: Ki'an, an Imperial with sandy blonde hair. The successor to her trading company, who sends her the profits. Naminia, a young nord girl, about 16 who is Lunai's shadow, she tends to her mistress with devote loyalty. She never leaves Lunai's side unless commanded to.
History: Having grown up to a wealthy family, who lived in the Imperial city, she has had numerous dealings with emperors, kings, and nobles. Having contracted Vamprism at the age of twenty-one, her family was stubborn to accept her. Surprising enough that they did not disown her, they learned to live with the disease, Lunai refused to give in to her thirst for over a century, before feeding on an old beggar. Killing him, she fled the Imperial city and traveled to High Rock and began a trading company. Having made her successor her thrall, a large majority of the profit went to her coffers even after faking her death in a fire. Soon after, she came to Skyrim having rumors reach her ear of the covens that lived there, and there she has remained ever since.

 

[Three Dog]

Name: Ulumil

Sex: Male
Age: about 150-200
Race: Altmer
Personality: Ulumil is nearly the perfect Thalmor soldier. He believes strongly in the supremacy of High Elves. He detests every non-Altmer race. Ulumil is the stereotypical Altmer: haughty, bigoted and obnoxious. He is also rather unpleasant to be around, even around other High Elves. Ulumil is not above crime and frequently abuses his various privileges to make a quick buck.
Equipment: Standard Thalmor Wizard robes, steel sword
Appearance:

Skills: Destruction, Alteration, Conjuration, One-Handed, Restoration
Likes: Himself, the High Elves, the Aldmeri Dominion, Money
Dislikes: Talos, non-Altmer Elves, humans, beast races, Ulfric Stormcloak, the Empire, the Daedra,
History: What more is there to say? Ulumil was one of a million elves who became Thalmor officers. He was stationed under Skyrim under the Ambassador, Elenwen. His criminal tendencies point to a less-than-honorable past, but that is mere conjecture. As part of his duties, Ulumil routinely weeds out and kills Talos worshippers, a job he is all too happy to carry out.

 

[MagicBlade]

Name: Pyke Rowe
Race: Breton
Looks: Bald head with clean shaven chin. Dark green eyes with a broad long nose.
Armour: A brown trench coat with metal pauldrons and steel plate boots and gauntlets.
Weapons: Ebony sword
Spells: Restoration
Occuaption: Solitary WitchHunter and priest of Arkay
Personallity: Very solitary, ruthless to any undead or abominations. And has a pack of dogs around him. Doesn't like te Dawnguard.
Lives in : Anywhere, makes camp at night and travels by day.

 

[Hlíf 'Ulfr]

Moved

 

[LordNaskill]

Name: Ezekiel

Race: Redguard

Gender: Male

Class: Preacher/Priest

Age: 27

Looks:

Personality: Calm,Collective but not only that a extremely intelligent person, who you must earn a trust with before he is willing to understand you.

Major Skills:
*Restoration
*Speech
*Conjuration

Minor Skills:
*Destruction
*Illusion
*Alteration

Bio:
Born and raised into a family who would constantly move,Ezekiel never understood why his parents would move back and forth,he thought they were travelling merchants but they sold no ware's or products to any one,so he thought they could be mercenary's,but the weapons they had were small and fit for pocket size,so later he would find out just enough information about his parents.

when they were discussion about the killing of someone behind Ezekiel's back well they thought they were,when Ezekiel found out it was hard for him to understand but he soon was of age to fully know why his parents moved,but one day his father had left him and his mother alone,soon he would return but in chains and cuffs the guards had caught him and then found out were they were hiding, Ezekiel was taken by the guards and put under there protection of a priesthood.

After several years under the ways of a priest he soon adapted to it becoming a preacher who would travel all of tamrial,he would preach about many things from gods of mercy and safety to gods of death and destruction,
he drew big crowds in because of this he would get some coins from people who wished him well being,Ezekiel
was a well known name to many races because of his popularity many churches would ask of him to visit there towns and give a speech on there god.

Not only was his name well known but it was a name who had connections to some of the fiercest and most dangerous cults in all of tamrial,Ezekiel was never disrespected by any one he was never hated by many but if he was things would happen to those haters,due to this his name grew so large his parents had heard of him but they were still in prison rotting away,when he found a small sealed letter with his name on it he opened it seeing that it was from his parents who were recently killed the day after they sent the letter,
it brought him closer to many and further apart of his true culture of being a silent assassin.

 

[Zalirogueatre]

Name : Gared
Age : 135 ( looks 35 years old )
Race : Nord
Class : Vampire Lord / Assassin
Gender : Male
Personality : Quiet , Calm and Observant
Looks :

Major Skills : Sneak , One-Handed and Light-Armor
Minor Skills : Alchemy , Archery and Lockpicking


Bio : Gared doesn't know anything about his past or where he came from but he knows that he is a vampire . He was found at the door of honorhall orphanage Constance Michel found him and took him inside the honorhall orphanage . She took care of Gared , many families wanted to adopt Gared but Grelod the Kind just don't allow him to be adopted . When Grelod the Kind gets killed by the Dragonborn . He was confronted by a Vampire saying that " I know you're a vampire and i think you should join Volkihar " he suddenly rushed to Volkihar Castle and asked Lord Harkon if he can join Volkihar , Harkon said yes after testing him for days .

 

[Rinn]

Name: Rinn Erdhir
Race: Redguard
Age: 21 years old
Gender: Female
Class: Warrior
Date of Birth: 8th of Sun's Dawn, 4E 181

Skills:
One Handed, Smithing, Light Armor, Archery, Alchemy

Personality:
" Rinn is someone that keeps her promises: if she says she is going to do it, then she will do it - no matter what.
She doesn't like it when people are being vague about things and prefers it straight to the point. If she fails achieving something, then she will find another way to achieve it anyway.

Even when she doesn't seem like it, she is happy to help people out when they have a problem. However, she is not the person that talks to everyone in town - socializing isn't something she's very good at.
Exploring is one of her favourite things to do, to discover what is behind that hill and what secrets a cave hold. That probably is the reason why she ends up in dangerous situations and sometimes barely escapes. "

Story:
" When she was three years old, Rinn lost both her parents due a bandit raid in her village which only she survived. She has been adopted by her uncle, a skilled smith and retired soldier of the Imperial Legion. He started teaching her the art of the sword on her sixth and on her eighth he brought her with him in the woods hunting on the wild animals that lived there. Thanks to her uncle, she also became very good at smithing and is able to craft her own equipment.

On her fourteenth her uncle became sick and passed away a year later. It didn't took very long until she decided to move, leaving her uncle's house and started traveling in Tamriel.
For several years she traveled through Hammerfell, Cyrodiil and Morrowind, ending up in Skyrim at the age of twenty-one. She was camping in the woods when she suddenly heard a loud noise. Could it be a.. dragon?"

Rules:

• Always complete a quest.
• Join the Imperial Legion, just like Uncle did.
• Explore a lot (and get into dangerous situations).
• Always craft your own equipment. Uncle teached me the arts of Smithing for a reason.
• Collect Books. I like to read.

NOTE: The reason why I posted this again is because I started over with the same character. This time I want to fully focus on correct role playing and make it some more interesting and realistic. Therefore, I added these rules. I will also try to keep a diary going.

 

[Patricia]

Name: Myra Aredreyn
Race: Imperial/Altmer
Class: Mage/Explorer
Age/Birthday and sign: Sundas, 7th of Frostfall, 26 yrs old, The Lover
Description: Light ginger hair in a high bushy ponytail, dark blue, distinctively high and tilted, slightly seductive looking eyes, bold cheekbones, long narrow face, pale, no scars, she wears a steel cuff bracelet with small garnet and amethysts arranged in the shape of her mother and father's family crests combined (an eye atop a staff), a plain silver chain choker with a charm of a flower (That is actually a locket, in which she puts a extremely tiny fragment of a shrine of all the divines), and a long malachite chain with a pieced together locket made from fragments of Daedra shrines. She is of average weight, and about 5' 9''.
History/Biography: Myra is the only child of Vilena Facian, an Imperial woman, and Gerrick Aredreyn, an Altmer man. Their marriage is a happy one, although it was mostly arranged, as they were nobility, and in order to insure peace they were married off, (Vilena's family had offered it, as she was the oldest daughter they had, and even at thirty-two she had not married yet. Since Vilena's family was a very high up military family, and a marriage alliance between the families would be more than advantageous, the Altmer family reluctantly handed over their youngest son, who wasn't exactly the most prized son because he was mostly fascinated with making intricate designs and jewelry, instead of his studies as a mage. No one was expecting the marriage to result in children, as hybrid children between a mer and a human were rare, and scarcely survived the pregnancy. In fact, there had been three other children, two died in the womb, one died shortly after his fourth birthday. As a result, no one knows exactly how long an Altmer/Imperial will live, perhaps the normal mortal rate, perhaps the normal Altmer rate, perhaps somewhere in the middle. Myra spent much of her childhood gathering ingredients for her fathers jewelry making, and being taught to whittle, and to shape metal. When she turned ten she asked for magic classes, and was granted them. She excelled at restoration and illusion, but had great trouble with destruction. She eventually mastered all of the classes (Except Destruction, but still did well on it.). She grew up in a large tropical style mansion with many garden rooms and outdoor studies, on a small island her altmer grandparents had given her parents as a wedding gift, just off the Summerset Isles. She had very few mer or human friends, but made many friendships the local fawna, especially with insects. By age seventeen her parents had received many proposals, but did not accept any of them. They felt their daughter should have a chance at true love, and not be forced in to a marriage like they were, even if they were happy with it. She left home at age 19, with her parents blessings and love, and her father gave her the jewelry she wears as a parting gift. She makes two month long trips a year back home to visit her family, and her beloved island. Her life in Skyrim, however, earns her a bit of personal hardships. Very few of the Nords living there like her, even if she is as pleasant and helpful to them as she can be, because she is both of the things the Stormcloaks hate; Altmer and Imperial. She bears through it, and maintains her friendly personality, though she tends to avoid talking to Nords. She can usually tell if they're going to pick a fight or insult her on her heritage.
Personality: She is a kind, but logical person, who loves jokes, and always has a good story to tell. She is descriptive, and will always try to help in any way she can. She isn't very quick to anger, and doesn't understand it when the more rude Nords insult her. Those conversation go something like this: Nord:An Imperial and a High elf had a spawn, huh? Why are you in Skyrim? To scout for your beloved Thalmor daddy? Myra: Now, why would you assume my father is a Thalmor? He's a jewelry smith. He doesn't even live in the Summerset Isles. Why would you think that my being half Altmer and half Imperial have anything to do with my being in Skyrim? This is your war, not mine. My family has stayed as far out of it as possible. We support neither side, because neither side is right. Nord:RAGERAGERAGESKYRIMRAGENORDSRAGE. Myra *has* made a few unknown enemies... She is also very family oriented, and loves children, having grown up alone. She also likes children because they don't judge her by her race(s), or the fact that she's a mage; they judge her by her kindness, and her willingness to give them treats.
Misc. She lives in Windhelm, though she has been considering moving to Winterhold to avoid conflicts. When she visits home, she always brings back gifts of shells, jewelry, toys, etc. to the children, and for the citizens who will accept her gestures of kindness. Her favorite color is the beautiful turquoise and aqua of the ocean surrounding her island.

 

[Zander Feredon]

Name:Zander Feredon
Race: Dunmer
Class:Seer
Age:19
Fighting Style:One Handed. Illusion. manipulate the vision of the enemy and kill them quickly.
Likes: Skooma,Books,Art,Knowledge in general.

Worships: Hermaus Mora.

Appearance:

Long snow white hair, and eyes that match, his equipment consists of 2 Ebony daggers (Blight in the left hand) And (Famine in the right) He wears a light green cloak lined with the fur of vale sabre cats, Beneath that he wears a simple chain mail tunic enchanted with fortify illusion. His boots are of ebony make and are enchanted with the muffle ability.Simple gloves of Ebony are enchanted with the fortify Backstab enchantment.

Bio-Raised in raven rock until the age of 15 when he finally set out for skyrim. He had an innate interest in knowledge and was attracted to the college of winterhold. he studied there for 3 years and came across many books regarding a certain artifact. An Elder Scroll. His quest was then set, he spent the next year searching all throughout skyrim, from Markarth to Windhelm until he finally came across one such item. Once he finally discovered the elder scroll he was overwhelmed with curiosity. He attempted to read the scroll and as a result went blind, but not before it imbued him with the Mastery over the mind. Illusion Magic. Using his new found abilities he traveled as more of a soldier of fortune, in search for his next bit of coin.

Hobbies: (Hunting and collecting books of rare descent.

 

[MagicBlade]

This is going to be for my Fan Fic char

Name: Horace The Knight
Age: Roughly around 30
Race: Breton
Class: Knight
Laterality: Right
Martial Status: Single, although did have a wife and daughter
Appearance: 6'3 with a average build with broad shoulders. Small nose, Clean chin, green eyes, grey-black short shave. He wears a steel plate armour set, with a blue hood and a large blue flowing cape, which is torn at the ends. He wields his longsword The Servitude.
Personality: He has matured far beyond his years, going through harsh tough times. His wife and daughter where brutally murdered in front of him, and he is plagued by Insomnia.
Backstory: He lived your average Joe life as a young lad, and as he grew older, his relationship with a woman named Alledia. They married at 25 and had a child at 17, who was named Inette. They lived in a fine manor in the woods of High Rock, and had a well earning business. Horace had begun learning how to use a longsword. He was out exploring when he arrived home, to see his house alight, and man brandishing weapons at the former door of their proud manor. In their hands, bound by the wrist, where his wife and child. Horace, was ordered to his knees, with weaposn pointed at him. They brutally executed the woman with gruesome torture in front of Horace.

Now...he travels every where, trying to avenge his family by slaying the Bandit clan that murdered his family, The Bear Fires.

 

[MagicBlade]

Long story short

I wanted to display it.

Satisfied?

 

[Papzt]

I'm german, it's not the first time I see this and i don't care much. Just wanted to know what's the reason. but nevermind. I'll just ignore it

Sent from my GT-I9300

 

[LordNaskill]

Name: Raven Scaled-Eyes

Race: Khajiit

Gender: Male

Age: 32

Class: Mercenary/Fighter

Looks:

Personality: Clever,quick and funny Raven will be funny to those that are new to him or show no threat,he will show aggression towards the strange and untamed

Weapons Of Choice: 2 Dwarven Swords and will use a hunting bow for range

Major Skills:
*One Handed
*Marksmanship
*Hand To Hand

Minor Skills:
*Light Armor
*Destruction
*Stealth

Bio:
Young Life
At a very young age Raven was tought the way of a Nord using brute strength to fight by hand or by weapon thought that was not enough he was trained on how to use a bow with skill and care, he trained and trained not knowing much of the future he wondered what would happen next.

Though he was young he understood that he was adopted by a large family different races were all around him from High elf's to Argonians he was the only khajiit in the family though this made him upset he saw lots of caravans of Khajiits camping outside of towns rather then inside,Raven was given his name due to the scaled armor he found but raven was his chosen name.

Middle Life
Leaving his family home was strange he never really left the properties much but when he did he did not go far ,
it was so strange for him to meet or see what the world was like dangerous and full of betrayal, he had to learn the hard way some times but he got use to it.

Present Life
After a few years he had left out on adventures and played great roles in helping people though this he meet a preacher Ezekiel who soon he had a trusted friendship,they would travel and traverse the land together
fight and helping causes where ever they needed.

 

[DarkAxel23]

Name: Lance

Gender: male

Age: unknown (he doesn't know)

Race: Altmer vampire

Religion: worships Mara and intrigued with the Daedric lords.


Looks:

Personality: mysterious, calm, quiet, observant.

Major skills: illusion, one handed, speech

Minor skills: sneak, light armor, conjuration.

Some backstory: lance's parents was both Altmer but his mother was a vampire. At a young age, some dawnguard scouts ambushed his house and killed his mother for being a vampire. So now Lance seems vengeance for his mother. After she was killed his father explained to him what his mother really was.. A vampire. A few weeks later his father passed away of unknown death. So Lance came to skyrim seeking answers and vengeance.

(That's all I got for now, I will update the backstory with more in the future.)

 

[Level VII]

Name: Do'vish

Gender: Male

Age: 17

Race: Khajiit

Birth Place: Elsweyr

Birth Date: 14th Rain's Hand 4E 184

Birth Sign: The Mage

Class: Death Knight of sorts

Looks:


Personality: Loyal, Honest, and Friendly

Major Skills: One Handed, Conjuration, and Alteration

Minor skills: Smithing, Heavy Armor, and Illusion

Backstory: His background is when he

lived with his family in Elsweyr for 17 years. In his town there would

often be bandits and his village would have to fight them off. When he

was 13 he watched as his mother was killed in front of him. Only him,

his father, and his older and younger brother were left. When he was

the age of 14 he started to learn the way of necromancy to try and

find a way to revive his mother. He trained on that and with swords for

the following 3 years.

He was no where near perfecting necomancy. He was decent at

best. One day when his father and younger brother was gone in one of

the main cities the bandits came again, and the bandit leader "Ri'dar"

can into his home and was about to kill his older brother. Do'vish ran

at Ri'dar with an extreme speed and knocked him down and the dagger

went flying. Di'vosh caught the dagger in mid-air and held it to

Ri'dar's throat. Then out of no where Do'vish's older brother knocked

Do'vish off of Ri'dar. Ri'dar then picked up the dagger. He found out that his older

brother was behind his mother's death and a few raids from the

bandits.

The next few days were suffering. His father and younger

brother haven't returned from the main city yet. He was still in shock

after that night that his older brother ran off with the bandits. Then

his younger brother and father burst into the door and said "we have

to get you out of here." Apparently Ri'dar had killed an important

political leader in Elsweyr and framed Do'vish. Do'vish's father

thought that he should go to skyrim, get as far away as possible. But

he knew that if Do'vish tried to pass the boarders that he would be

caught for sure. That's why he bought a ship and had a friend escort

Do'vish to skyrim.

 

[Los_Pollos]

Name: Kael Matharl
Race: Altmer
Gender: Male
Age: 41
Class: Spellsword
Profession: Thalmor Justiciar; Elven Historian
Religion: Aedra worshipper, preferred aedroth is Julianos

General looks: Tall, lean with a long face and thin cheeks.
Eyes: Almond shaped, apple-green
Hair: Arctic white, medium long, swept back
Scars: Small cm long scar under right eye lid from a fight with a cretinous Talos worshipper
Height: 6'3.5"
Skin: Smooth royal yellow
Physique: Lean, but with enough athleticism to handle himself in a fight

Personality: Kael is an advocate of Meri supremacism: he believes the Meri races to be superior to the week Men and Beast races. His supremacist beliefs extend to the other Meri races, believing the Altmer to be the most magically talented, intelligent and racially pure and similar to the Aldmer of all the Meri races. He has a strong disdain towards the other, non Elven races. While he can usually tolerate Men if needed, he is openly racist towards the Beast races. He shows a particular prejudice towards Argonians and is both verbally and occasionally physically violent towards them. He is an extremely arrogant, ruthless and tyrannical. He is extremely dedicated and refuses to take 'no' for an answer and will always try to fulfil his goals, whether they are orders or personal quests of his own. He is extremely loyal to the Thalmor and by extension the Second Aldmeri Dominion. However, when he is not working, Kael likes wine, food and enjoying himself: he frequently attends parties of friends and colleagues and enjoys a trip to the local inn for entertainment. He has a passion for Meri History.
Friends of Kael describe him as dedicated, loyal and strong willed whereas enemies describe him as psychopathic, relentless and sadistic.

Likes: Strong alto wine/ Orismer cooking/ Sabre Cats and Horkers/ Killing Talos Worshippers/ History
Dislikes: Men and Beasts/ The term 'elf' or 'elven' (preferring 'mer' or 'meri' respectively)/ Mead/ Talos Worshippers

Equipment:
Apparel: Thalmor robes, boots (with a sharp, metallic point for kicking), and gauntlets when working; fine clothes when socialising
Weapons: A special hunter green elven dagger which is used as his 'execution weapon'. Once this dagger has been drawn, it has to draw the blood of its intended target. His main duelling sword is a very well polished Elven sword. He also carries several small daggers as throwing knives.
Other Equipment: Set of lock picks and torque tool for investigating potential Talos worshippers; paper and ink for writing info, journals and reports regarding his work; several vials of a poison with lingering damage stamina and lingering damage health effects made from concentrated nightshade and orange dartwing. The edge of his dagger is coated in this poison.
Magic and Spells: Shock magic and alteration spells (favouring detect life and telekinesis)

Back story: Born in the Summerset Isles like most of his kind, Kael was raised in the middle-class to a chef mother and warrior father. When he was young, he was taught about magic by his grandmother, a person to whom Kael showed particular affection. She was also a Thalmor wizard and taught Kael the principles and believes of the Thalmor. When Kael was 17, his grandmother was murdered by a vengeance seeking Talos worshipper whose husband had been executed. This motivated Kael to thwart the existence of Talos and his worshippers. When he was 22, he signed up for the Thalmor and was assigned to Cyrodill to crush the presence of secret worshippers. However after almost eight years of service, he moved back the Isles when his wife pleaded with him that his work was far too dangerous. He continued to work in Summerset Isles as a high ranking guard and escort for officers returning to he Isles. After several years living comfortably in his homeland, his wife was murderer in a similar vein to his grandmother, except he was the intended- and failed- target. Stricken with depression, he requested to be moved away from Summerset Isles and was transferred to Skyrim, where he has worked ever since. He has manages to somewhat get over his depression and is slowly beginning to lead a normal life again.

Skills: Major- Destruction magic, alteration magic, one-handed; Minor- Speech, stealth, lockpicking

Combat Preferences: Kael uses his sword in one hand, a bolt of lightning in the other. In extreme close combat situations or while sneaking, he will use his dagger. He has also be known to dual wield his dagger and sword when his magicka is low.

Kryptonite: Heavy and powerful attacks accompanied with deadly speed and precision; Altmer women that resemble his wife.

 

[Alesanie]

Name: Alesaneia Nyer Race: Nord

Class: Assassin​

Gender: Female​

Looks: Hair and face like this. Wears Dark Brotherhood outfit without the cowl/ hood thing. Stands at about 5'8. Skinny and quick.

Personality/ Bio: Was raised in Whiterun her entire life. At age seventeen her parents left her for an unknown reason. Then she met Dar'Jan, who showed her the thrill of assassination and gave her a real home. Since then she has been forever grateful. She is quiet around people she doesn't know well and keeps her calm in most situations.​

Misc: Highly skilled with a dagger and the school of destruction and restoration.​

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[Harc]

Name: Rumare (False name to throw off Thalmor)

Race: Altmer

Gender: Male

Religion: Is intrigued by the Daedric Princes, most of all Azura.

Class(es?): Illusionist and Sorcerer.

Age: Fifty plus. Has been on the run for so long, he has lost track of missed birthdays.

Physical description: Short winter white hair, slicked back with short but full white beard. Goldish eyes. Roughly 6’3 in height. Well built, from his time in the military, but mostly from being on the run most of his life.

Back Story: Rumare, (At the time known as Carenen) was a soldier during the Great War, but not by his choice. He did not see his people as the “rightful rulers of Tamriel” or beyond man and mer. He didn’t want to be apart of any of the, in his eyes, unnecessary wars and superiority complexes of his people. He just wanted to spend his days studying ruins and magic artifacts. However, he was sent over to fight the Empire and he had to tough it out. Most of the battles he took part in, he was in disbelief. He saw the bodies of the empire’s men and women, as well as his own people flung about in disarray. Lives were being cut short in the name of pride and arrogance, and it baffled him. This war wasn’t necessary. Why must we conquer others? What was this pursuit of power for? He stared at his blood-stained hands and wept. This wasn’t what he was meant for. He was not going to help the Thalmor make a murderer out of him. There was no need for all of this death. So, in the dark of night, he fled. He shed his armor, shed his sword, and ran for the closest place he could consider himself free. Skyrim. The Nords were a proud people, and wouldn’t let the Thalmor just waltz in and take over. Cyrodiil may be out of time, but Skyrim just might. During the war, and after it ended, he hopped from hold to hold, capital to capital, trying to avoid any and all thalmor, until he figured he could wander somewhat freely. But he remains cautious. A deserter deserves to die a traitor’s death.

Personality: Very mellow in public places. Does his best to keep from drawing too much attention. Keeps his nose in books to keep safe, and practices his illusion spells to keep himself away from the Thalmor. Because of this, he has become near a master of staying out of harms way. However, when he is alone, he cannot help but explore ruins and caves, sure to find wonders beyond his dreams. He cannot stand the sight of blood, as it brings back memories of the war. However, when push comes to shove, he will defend himself with a conjured blade. Does not have hate for other races, only people of those races who try to hurt him. His stance on Talos? To each his/her own.

Skills: Major: Illusion, Conjuration, One-handed, Alteration
Minor: Destruction, speech, stealth

Well now Im going to notify Elenwen.

 

[CapObvious]

Well now Im going to notify Elenwen.

Haha. I'm sure she's busy keeping Erikur off her maids and redguards from saying she's terrible in bed.

 

[Harc]

Haha. I'm sure she's busy keeping Erikur off her maids and redguards from saying she's terrible in bed.

Who was your unit commander?