Info Character Profiles

[Bjorlon]

Name: Bjorlon (B-yor-lon)

Race: Nord

Gender: male

Class: Nordic Hero/ Viking

Age: 36

Likes: The northern coasts of skyrim, Dawnstar and Windhelm, Boats and ports.

Dislikes: Pointy ears and milk drinkers.

Preferred weapon: Battle axe, War axe

Preferred armor: Ancient Nord Armour, Iron Armour

Looks: Bjorlon highly resembles the Norse vikings of Scandinavia. Tall built man, about 6 foot, Blonde braided hair and blue eyes. He keeps a large Nord Hero Battle axe on a leather belt hanging off his shoulder. He also has many scars from the battles hes fought.

Bio: A skilled warrior and master of axes, sailing and smithing, as it was required of all the men aboard his long boat. He was born in Dawnstar and spent much of his childhood working on the large boats in the port. He was recruited into the crew of his Fathers Long boat at the age of 12 and spent the rest of his life as a sailor. When he turned 18 he had taken over the longboat after the captain, his Father, was killed in a attack by Elven pirates. He has traveled most of skyrims cities that are near a river, he hasnt been to much of the mainland do to his maritime lifestyle.

Personality: He is usually friendly to all Nords, he is very religous to talos and prays to him twice a day. he doesnt like elves much, but will deal with them if he has to. He drinks.., a lot, and loves the smell of the salty northern air.

Combat: Bjorlon was raised to hold his own, and wields his axe true. He is not one to start combat, but if threatened he will destroy all who oppose him, charging head on into the battle.

Misc-
•Uses his frighting voice to scare his opponents when charging into battle.
•Doesnt use petty health or stamina potions, only food he has made and alcoholic beverages to drink.
•Loves seeing longboats and ports.

Quotes from Bjorlon:
"Another ale?, Dont mind if i do"
"You dont need that axe do you?"
"Damb Dwemer ruins, too dark and small for a man of my stature."

 

[Alexstrasza]

Name: Klara Many-Winters
Race: Nord/Pure-Blood Vampire
Age:Appears 21 (Actually thousands of years old)
Gender: Female
Class: Illusionist/Vampire Lord

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Appearance: Stands 5'10", long black hair that is either free or
tied back (Much like Serana's) Pale skin from her Vampirism and
bright red and gold hued eyes. Has a few scars on her body
from Molag Bal.

Gear: A set of red hued Vampire armor with a bright gold brooch. She has
a small cloak on her back that has a hood that she wears during the day to
protect her from the sun. She carries a steel dagger for extra protection but barely
uses it.

Personality: Seems to be like a loner as her vamprism pushed people away, Klara
tries to be a sweetheart and help people. She fights back the viscous nature of
the vamprism but some times allows it to merge and she will bare her fangs at
anyone including her friends. Klara is also very defensive of young children
and refuses to feast on them. She is also very responsible of her feeding, only feeding on those
who offer and will often lick wounds instead of bighting so the person will not contract the diseases.

Bio: Klara as born on a boat coming from Atmora, her parents were both farmers and hoped for a better start in the new land. Once
they had landed, they packed up and followed many of others south to the fertile plains. They lived there for many good years and had plenty of crops
but soon a rival Dragon Cult came and burned their crops to ash. Klara's father was angry and summoned Molag Bal on his summoning day and begged
him to do vengeance on the Cult. Molag agreed but only if his daughter and wife were the sacrifice. Insane from anger, Klara's father agreed and allowed Molag Bal to take
both his daughter and wife. Once in Cold Harbor, Molag did unspeakable things to both of them, killing Klara's mother in the process but turning Klara into a
pure-blooded vampire.


Klara emerged from the cave that her father dragged her to. In a heat for blood, she went back to her house and drained her father dry of blood. After gorging on her father, she passed out on the floor.
When she awoke, she saw that her father was dead and the amount of blood that covered her was enough to tell her what she was. Klara ran away to Windhelm in hope that she would forget
the violence of her home. There she met and fell in love with a young man, the two became close and married a few years later. On their wedding night they laid together, in the morning the man she married
was dead, a large dual bite mark on his neck. Seeing this, she burned her house to the ground and ran away again.

Klara soon met Harkon, who seeing that she was a pure-blood, soon took her in. She became close-friends with Serana and the two spent many years together. When Serana's mom took her away, she warned Klara
that Harkon would attempt something as well. Klara ran away and headed towards Shrouded Grove, where she hid for years. Without blood to sustain her, Klara's body began to weaken greatly but not enough
before she locked herself away in a large stone coffin.

Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months and so forth. Centuries and centuries pass before Klara's body was found. Bandits had come to raid the Grove and forced opened the coffin. When seeing
Klara's preserved body inside, they ran but one had spilled blood on Klara's face. The smell of fresh blood woke her and she went into a blood rage, killing the bandits in her Vampire Lord form. After feasting on
bandits, her body completely restored, Klara left the Grove to see what had changed in her many years gone.

 

[Zihark2393]

Name: Zihark
Race: Wood Elf/Nord
Gender: Male
Class: Swordsman
Age: 28
Skills: One-handed, Light armor, Alteration, Restoration, Sneak



Likes: Protecting the weak, Standing up for the innocent, thinking alone to himself, learning about his father, meeting other people with mixed blood
Dislikes: Bullies, not taking action, when people withhold information from him

Appearance:

5'11'', slim build
Equipment: Akaviri Sword, Steel Sword, Light purple leather armor, alteration spells
Guardian Stone: The Lord

Bio: A mysterious man from Cyrodiil has traveled to Skyrim in search of his father. Being raised by his witty wood elf mother in Bravil, he would often ponder upon what life would be like if his father was in the picture. His Nord father left his wife when she was pregnant only months before Zihark was born; leaving only his Akaviri Sword. Zihark uses this blade to help him on his quest to learn the identity of his father since only a Blade could possess this weapon. As a teenager Zihark would secretly observe the Bravil guards while they trained in the guard barracks and taught himself to wield a sword. When he left Bravil to seek the answers that his mother would not give him, he took his father's blade with him.
One of Zihark's toughest struggle growing up was being of mixed blood. While Wood Elves were accepted in most of Cyrodiil, it was still very much looked down on to have an interracial relationship. Zihark and his mother were constantly tormented for this reason. His mother was once arrested for a crime that she couldn't have committed since she was visiting the Imperial city during the time of the crime. The man who accused her abused and threatened her almost everyday but the captain of the guard refused to hear her side of the story and kept her imprisoned for 8 months. Zihark's experience with this kind of intolerance has made him into the justice seeking man his is now. He will not hesitate to put his life on the line to protect the rights of others.

Personality: Zihark keeps to himself mostly, but will speak for others if they are unwilling or unable to do so themselves. He has a hard time letting go of things. Enjoys connecting to people that are similar to him. Often thinks about how Tamriel could be better and tries to help improve it. Zihark will usually separate himself from people who do not think like him and can often be found sitting alone or looking up to the sky thinking about how to make things better. Zihark's vision, intellect, and humanity make him stand out in Skyrim but he wishes to leave a positive influence on the province.

Combat: Zihark usually travels alone and uses his Akaviri Sword to protect himself. When in a pinch he resorts to the school of Alteration and will cast a flesh spell to absorb damage. When fighting multiple enemies he will wield a steel sword in his left hand and attack in a dual wielding frenzy. His skill with swords is somewhat unrefined since he was never formally taught, but his unique fighting techniques make him an unpredictable foe.

 

[Battlemage66]

Name:Gandalf Arenel
Race:Breton
Class:Mage/Archer/One-Handed
Gender: Male
Looks:Long blonde Nordic hair, Long goatee, battle scars, and war paint.
Personality: Does not take sides with either the Stormcloaks or Imperials. He fights for what is right and just wants to extend his knowledge.

 

[ArchAngel]

Name: Unknown
Nickname: ArchAngel or Sin Cara (not the WWE Superstar ._.)
Race: Unknown due to Nightingale type clothes
Class: Assassin
Gender: Male
Looks: 6'4, long blach hairs sometimes showing and fast/flexible
Personality: nice to friends/colleages, stands up for people and
Misc: Likes double wielding and archery, hates shields and two handed swords

 

[Vixen]

Character name: Holo (referance from spice and wolf an anime)
Race: Bosmer
Gender: Female
Class: Thief/free lance assassin
Age: 22
Looks:
Skin: A light bronze color.
Hair: Long, goes about to her rib's, is in loose curls, is a golden blonde.
Eyes: Shaped like large almonds, electric blue.
Face: (almost exactly like my avatar.) Her chin is sharper though.
Ears: Her ears are longer then most Bosmer, she has piercing's going up her left ear. A hoop at the very top of the ear, sliver, gold, or bronze studs from there.
Clothes: Light armor, Black dyed Leather leggings, Black Leather Cuirass that is bare at midriff and is sleeveless, and Leather boots. Wear's a black cloak, and normally carries a cloth sack much like a messenger bag.

Personality: Is friendly to most, unless she just doesn't like you for whatever reason. Drink's alot when she chooses. Has a bit of a short temper at times.
Weapons: Dual-wields two ebony swords, she carries a ebony bow and arrows, has a concealed dagger and use's poisons frequently.
Skills: Sneak, One handed, speechcraft, lock picking, archery, alchemy
Bio: Was born to a wealthy noble family who supported the Aldmeri Dominion. She grew up in Valenwood, never joined any guild, however was extremely talented in theivery. She was unhappy with her family and crossed the border and went to the Imperial City in her late teens, where she made a living stealing important documents for high ranking officials, and killing for hire. Recently crossing the border into Skyrim, because of a huge bounty on her head in the Imperial City.

 

[AngryMage]

Name: Akish-Ei

Gender: Female

Race: Argonian (Has some Khajiit in her)

Age: 30

Appearance: She is an Argonian with light scales, two horns, and a scar on her nose. Average height.

Demeanor: Akish-Ei is a caring woman, who would prefer to live-and-let-live, but in almost every situation she has no choice. She takes no pride in her work, and respects the fallen on both sides. She is very defensive for her friends, and would slaughter an army out of rage if a friend was killed, or badly injured.

Equipment: She wears a set of full-plate steel armor, with a helm made exclusively for her to fit her head, and wields a Glass mace paired with a sturdy shield capable of blocking large flurries of blows.

Bio: She was born in Skyrim where she lived with a shady family, consisting of the Argonian thief Chaluree, and the Khajiit assassin Inerri. She appears fully Argonian, but has traits such as claws, and impeccable night vision. Despite her surroundings, she grew to be a righteous young woman with interest in adventure, and joined up with the Knights of the Hist. She spent 11 good years in the order, training to be a great warrior and smith, improving social skills, and exploring. She then left when she felt that the order was starting to flood with people who thought war was but a game, and spent five years wandering while making allies all over Skyrim. Most of Skyrim's citizens, even the racist ones, respect her, and would be honored to go on a quest or share stories over some fine ale.

 

[DurableDiction]

Name: Azeris
Race: Wood Elf
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Class: Archer/Thief
Appearance: Red, shoulder-length hair. Yellow eyes. He has a scar on the left side of his face from his time as a prisoner in Valenwood. He has a brand on his forearm that reads 5462, his prisoner number. He is relatively slim but tone. He wears a locket that used to belong to his daughter.
Armor: He usually wears a mottled gray vest and leggings to better hide his silhouette.
Weapons: Bow and axe.
Personality: He tends to keep to himself, but when he does interact with others, he is as polite as possible. He tends to shy away from High Elves and men because of their dislike of his race. He holds no hatred for them, for they were not the exact people who imprisoned him but he does know what they can do. He stays silent mostly unless the situation calls for an alternative.
History: Azeris was a proud Bosmer hunter, husband, and father. He always had the means to feed and care for his family. He was happy. One day, however, when he returned home from hunting, he found his house ablaze. His wife, an Imperial, was a firm worshiper of Talos. The Aldmeri Dominion had discovered her shrine and killed her and Azeris's daughter. They captured him and imprisoned him for 5 years. While in prison, another wood elf named Ethren taught him the art of thievery and tongues. They eventually managed to escape, but not before Ethren was seriously wounded. He didn't make it to Skyrim. On his deathbed, he told Azeris to tell his brother Enthir in Winterhold of his death.
Fighting Style: Azeris prefers to take out his enemies from afar with his bow, but will switch to his axe if needed. He is proficient at sneaking and hunting, but is working on his "silver-tongue."

 

[Minori-Of-Riften]

Name: Minori
Race: High Elf
Class: Unknown
Gender: Female
Looks: 6'0' Sandy skincolor, bright Amber eyes. Brown shoulder length hair.
Personality: Minori is a great jumble of things and tends to switch around depending on whom she is around. With new people she can be quiet and cautious she studies them. But once good friends there isn't anything she won't do to help you out. She normally stays to the dark backgrounds and observes. Waiting for her time to strike but she won't hesitate to run into battle.
Misc: Minori never knew her parents. She had been in Whiterun for as long as she could remember. Not many parents enjoyed their children having an Elf for a friend but eventually people warmed up to her. She took to adventuring at a very young age but never went further than the outskirts of Whiterun. As she got older her world expanded and she took up many lines of work. For Assassinations to simple work on farms.
Adept at Destruction and Alteration: Enjos using her Hunting Bow and one handed Silver Weapons.
((I hope this is still open ^^)

 

[LordNaskill]

Name: Balith tharon
Race: Breton
Gender:Male
Class: Mage,Alchemist
Looks: Great gray hair and beard old frail around 5'8 Wears old robes
Perosonality: Smart keeps to himself old dark type character stays away from crowds of people ina drifter gose were the wind takes him
Bio:Was raised by monks never knew hos parent never did care he stay in an old shack up in the skyrim mountians till he was of age to leave his home when he did he made his new home in the deepest of the swamps hidden away from the naked eye he would leave his home often to travel to collect or buy ingredints or food for himself balith would stay hidden when in town he never like to big in a big town around so many people but after a while he got used to it he would stay in a tavern when ever he had his ingrediants

 

[Rakdos]

Name: Rakdos
Race: Bosmer
Gender: Male
Class: Psychopath. Warrior with a pinch of necromancy.
Appearance: Malnourished with red branching face paint. Long dreadlocks and partial, ragged beard.
Personality: A sarcastic, sadistic psychopath. Worships basically every demon. Not that fond of outright killing people, but instead enjoys causing overall mischief and raising the dead and forcing them to fight their loved ones to the death while cackling. Cackles a lot.
Biography: Earliest memory was being found in an alleyway in Riften. Was taken in by one of the people in the Ratway, but was used and manipulated to kill and enjoy it. Not actually what hard, to kill and enjoy it, as Rakdos soon found out. He was a natural, and even though he didn't know he was being manipulated killed his mentor and everyone he could find until he was thrown into the river in a sack. Found himself in Whiterun, and has hidden in a watchtower in the walls of Whiterun. Is wanted in 10 out of the 9 hold cities.

 

[Oculis_Umbra]

Name: Siegard

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Race: Nord

Style: Sword and shield, marksman, mixture of light and heavy armour

Birthplace: Shor's Stone, Skyrim

Current Residence: Falkreath, Skyrim

Alliances or Affiliations: None

Occupation: Hunter, Smith, Woodsman

Appearance: Siegard is a typical Nord. Tall, well built and fair. He is 6.2 tall, has medium blonde coloured hair that is long and unkempt, and a light beard that covers his face from ears to chin that is a slightly darker blonde than his hair. He is stockily built, due to training given to him by his father, that he continues to this day.

Personality: Siegard is a hearty fellow who enjoys sing songs over a flagon of mead, fishing, hunting and the dense forests he calls home. He is a very loyal companion, who fights for what he belives in. He has a very strong belief of what is right and wrong. Honor is very important to him, as is loyalty. He has a strong dislike for anyone who is pompous or thinks they are above others. He also does not like people who betray others.

History: Eiruki, was a barmaid at the small tavern in Shor's Stone. Jolgar, was a nomad hunter, who would drift around Skyrim following the migrations of the many animals he would hunt. Jolgar and Eiruki met when Eiruki found Jolgar slumped over by a tree after being attack by wolves. Eiruki cared for Jolgar while his wounds healed, during this time the two fell in love. Eiruki and Jolgar were married, and Jolgar finally ended his days as a nomad hunter and became an apprentice smith to Filnjar, the settlement's blacksmith.

After a year or so, their son Siegard was born. He was a hardy boy, he inherited his mother's flaxen hair, and his fathers brown eyes. In his early years, he would play around the forge, all the while his
father tried to teach him the trade that he had learned, but found it difficult due to his son's adventurous nature. Siegard would go out with his mother to collect herbs and berries.

As he grew older he became more focused on learning to smith from his father, they out hunting together, and Jolgar parted his knowledge of tracking and hunting animals down to his son. Siegard enjoyed hunting a lot more than the dull processes of smithing. His father also gave him basic training in the use of the sword and the sheild, as his father had taught him. He had a talent for it, and his father told him he should join the Legion, but Siegard knew he wanted to be a hunter.

When he reached the age of 20, Siegard had learned all his father had to teach him. He said goodbye to his mother and father and set off to live the life of a nomad hunter, as his father had before him. He wandered from Shor's Stone, to Riften, sometimes staying with farmers and repairing their tools and equipment. Often he would live out in the wilderness, using the skills his parents had taught him to survive.

Eventually his travels led him to Ivarstead, where he got into a bit of trouble with one of the the farmers there. Apparently the farmer's daughter was engaged to be married.

He then headed for Falkreath, after hearing tales of a great white elk that had been spotted in the dank forests in the south.

And there he now makes camp, waiting for the day that he will snare the legendary elk the locals had taken to calling Storavitadjur. One day he hopes to return to his mother and father at Shor's Stone, and tell them stories of the adventures he's had. He is sure there will be more, however spectacular or mundane they may be.

 

[Specter of Death]

anybody interested in doing some character art for me?

 

[LordNaskill]

Name: Sorkvild
Race: Nord
Class: Barbarian
Look: Long rouge not dirty blonde hair skull mask covering face normal sized Nord muscular strong
Clothing:

Weapons:

Personality: Fierce,Aggressive,Vigorous dose not like many people other the the ones he knows.
Bio:Sorkvild was born under the old way of the Nords he was to worship the animal gods of the hawk,wolf,snake,moth,owl,whale,bear,fox,dragon.Sorkvild was trained in the way of the hunter and the barbarian he learned how to survive and thrive in the wilderness Sorkvild left his home in the far depths of the skyrim wilderness he headed towards the great cities of skyrim Sorkvild drifted town to town earning what he could when he could.

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[WholesomeBURN]

Hello everyone! I am WholesomeBURN, and im new on this thread. I will be staying to the rp portion mostly, I love the whole Elder Scrolls series, and im here to post a character sheet of what I consider to be my favored character.

Name: Ferno d'Canolnath

Race: Breton

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Standing Stone:The Ritual Stone

Birth Place: Solitude

Description: Ferno is relatively small for a Breton, standing at about 5'4", weighing 132 pounds. He appears very well groomed, keeping his dirty-blonde hair, both on his head and face short. He is very pale, almost giving him a the skin-color of a corpse. He also weighs very little, and looks like he maybe starving(He isn't.) He wears a simple, light-brown set of college robes and heavy leather boots. He carries all of his gear in a backpack he wears or in several belt pouches that hang from his waist.

Personality: Ferno is a strange being, he is very prideful of his magical abilities and is quick to boast of them. However, he acts very naive, quick to take personal offense to any insult made towards him due to his magic. He quickly questions anyone that attacks him, asking "Why are you attacking me?!" or "This is because I know how to raise the dead, isn't it!?".

Fighting-Style: Ferno does not fight, he considers himself too frail and too weak to survive a encounter with even a Skeever. He is however, a gifted conjurer, and when combat begins, he quickly pulls a atronach, familiar, or one of the three types of undead from the Soul Cairn to his side. He then begins casting defensive spells for himself and after fortifying his security, begins blasting foes with destruction spells.

Bio: Ferno was the son of two mages that lived in the city of Solitude. They both made a living in enchanting services, book-keeping, and identification of magical items. As a child, Ferno was oftentimes picked on greatly for his small size, leading to him staying indoors most of the time with his parents. He was fascinated with conjuration, leading him to summon a ghostly familiar at a very young age. Years went by, and as he aged, his skill with the conjuring arts grew proportionally. At the age of 19, he left home to go study at the College of Winterhold, but quickly became lost and never made it there. He came upon a ancient Nordic ruins while trying to find his way to the college, and his curiosity got the better of him. When he walked inside to investigate, he found the ruins was occupied by spell-users of all sorts! He tried to introduce himself, but was set upon by the rival magi, to which he responded too by summoning two very angry flame Atronachs. His opponents were amazed by the skill of such a novice mage, and quickly ended their assault and offered him a place among them. He accepted and has spent seven years studying with them. Now, at the age of Twenty Six, he has decided to roam Skyrim, using his magical talents to earn himself gold, title, and magical skill.

 

[LordNaskill]

Name: Riggmor
Race: Nord
Class: Bandit Leader
Gender: Male
Looks:

Weapons:

Personality: Brute like man unknown by all mysterious to some secretive man

Bio: Riggmor when born lost his mother while she was giving birth to him his father was killed by nobles these nobles took him to an arena where he was trained in the art of killing when he reach the age of 12 he was tossed in the arena to fight to the death he won but was bloody and beaten he was to fight again and again till his death but on his 20th year a group of gladiators were planning to escape and find a living in skyrim Riggmor agreed with there plan but he change there way a little bit when they escaped they started to attack caravans kill farmers take women all of that was done out of there pure lust for money and power they also begin calling them selves the Seakers of Original Hell they live in an old fort within a cave far south of riften Riggmor was not the leader at the beginning he challenged the last leader to a battle of honer Riggmor won the fight but gave no mercy to the former leader he strung the leader up by his feet and beat him to death with a wooden club after that he cut the limbs from the body and threw them into a pit of fire but leaving the head till last he removed the eyes from the head and threw them is the pit he then took the tongue of the former leaders decapitated head and threw it in as well then he put the head on a pike outside his cave to let his fellow bandits or travelers that he gives no mercy

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[SnowFox]

Name: Rin Hollowgrave
Race: Dunmer
Class: N/A
Gender: female
Looks: Blueish skin, small mouth with black hair that is swept back and reaches barley past the shoulders.
Personality: Hardy, but not cruel to others. Strongly dislikes the cocky or the petty.
Misc: Loves Destruction (mainly due to the Dunmer's knack at that type of magic) as well as using One-Handed Weapons. Prefers Ebony armor over anything else.
She also has a Black cobb called Darkness, but she dreams of possessing the steed her assassin father used to have: Shadowmere.

 

[wabbajack'o]

Name: Kym
Race: Dunmer
Gender: Female
Class: Assassin
Weapons: Two dwarven daggers or a both handed version of the Blade of Woe
Factions: Tha Companions, The Dark Brotherhood, Thieves Guild, College of Winterhold
Armor: Everything in leather, has an adept hood instead of a helmet.
Skills: One Handed, Both handed, Illusion, Conjuration, Alteration, Restoration, Blocking, both kinds of armor, Lockpicking, Sneaking, Enchanting, Pickpocketing, Alchemy and Destruction.
Misc: She won't trust anyone since racism in Skyrim against her kind has made people let her down too often. She has no friends and plans to keep it like that.

 

[Golda Hair of Lightning]

Name: King Bowser
Race: Argonian
Class: Heavy Armor 2-Handed Fire Breather
Gender: Male, I think
Appearence: Uh... Big, muscular... horns... red hair or.. feathers? Lizard-like face I guess..

If I had a picture of Bowser... I'd show you but....

He lost his way through a warp zone and ended up, without his memory, in Skyrim. Lucky for him, a dragon saved him from being executed, and he goes on trying to do good for the world. One day, however, after saving the town of Riverwood from would-be killers, Hod, the ungrateful, mockingly says to him, "My, aren't you an ugly one." In a blind rage, Bowser murders him. From then on.. he is hated throughout Skyrim..

He hopes to conquer the excerpt of the Mushroom Kingdom - Tel Mithryn.

 

[Opnauticus]

Name: Opnauticus Kozumae
Age: 32
Sex: Male
Height: 6'3"
Race: Khajiit
Guild: Dark brotherhood

Appearance: Dark furred milky white eyes he appears to be blind but has an acute sense of smell and hearing, he is tall and has scares across his face dispite his age he seems to look older.

Armour & Weapons: He wears the standard shrouded armour custom to the dark brotherhood and wields dual Daedric daggers, along with a custom elven bow. (none are enchanted). (Assassin).

Alternatly he wears nightingale armour, with dual custom glass daggers and a Deadric bow. (Once again None are enchanted.). (Thief)

Skills: He is a master of one-handed, sneak and light armor, and dabbles in alchemy creating strong poisons and potions, he can restore his sight with a special tonic he had created.

Biography: Opnauticus was born in elsweyr but was raised in skyrim, Eiften to be exact. He was born and raised as a quick silent thief but after a fatal accident with a necromancer he lost his sight. One night while he was out on his "expedition" he came across an odd looking man, he was tall and pale skinned he had black-eyes and a troubled look on his face, Opnauticus approached the man and proceeded to pick-pocket him, at this time he still had his sight, and pulled out a ring, he had only a few seconds to examine the ring before the necromancer let out a scream. Opnauticus jumped back with horror as the man began to transform into an unnatural and unholy figure. It turned to him, and with a fiery hatred in it's eyes spoke these words "You have doomed yourself you shall no longer be able to take that witch does not belong to you, so I curse thee I take thee's eye sight and curse thee!". After that day no-one in Riften or even the whole of skyrim say Opnauticus again.

Personality: Opnuaticus hates the unnatural and the undead he will go out of his way to kill them and their necromancers, though when out of battle he is a kind friend and is loyal 'till the end.