Info Character Profiles

[TomLeViking]

Why, thank you!

No problem - it makes for good RPing

 

[LordNaskill]

Name: Cavortius Valius

Gender: Male

Race: Imperial/Breton (Father was imperial Mother was Breton)

Age: 39

Class: Warrior Or Knight

Alias: The Carnivore (A ranking name for how many people\creatures he has killed)

Religion: Zenithar

Place Of Birth: Cyrodiil,Bruma

Current Residence: Solitude,Winking Skever

Weight: 240

Height: 6,4

Distinguishing Features:
His rough unshaven beard and long light brown hair,as well as his new and improved imperial armor that differs to the others.His scars that are on his face
and his stormcloak gloves.

Likes: Signing,Fighting,Family and Drinks

Dislikes: High elves,Bandits, Thieves and Assassins

Points Of Interest: His friendly attitude towards every one, a renowned solider for serving the legion even after the embarrassed and destructive loss to the high elves beat them.How calm he can be even in some of the most insufferable places he can still be so calm and collective.

Weapons Of Choice:
Imperial Sword: A hand crafted sword that was made by Cavortius himself.

Imperial Shield:Given to him by his general in command.

Armor And Clothing:
Armor
A full set of imperial Armor which was crated by Cavortius
Clothing
Fine Clothes (One with fur)
Boots(Warm Fur Boots)

Personality: Friendly funny but will judge you by your actions he is a fun person to be around but a tough and solid warrior by heart.


Looks:
*Light brown Hair pushed down reaching around the shoulders
*Light brown full beard covering most of his lower facial features
* 3 scares that vary in different sizes which are on the right side of the face underneath his eye
* Dark Hazel eyes
* War paint is on the left side of the face it holds no meaning
(Picture)

Bio:
The difficulty of life in Bruma was hard.Cavortius and his father lived alone in a small repulsive shack,the cold frost would reach inside the shack as if it was a ghost reaching out to grab you.Cavortius would almost be alone for his life time his father would work most of the day and drink all the money he earned on booze and sometimes even women.

Cavortius would sit there wrapped in the thin blankets that his bed was suppose to have on it.He would make fires out of the fire pit they had it would keep him warm enough so he would not freeze to death or at least get sick from the chill of the wind which would blast through the small cracks and slits in the shack.


Cavortius would soon get a job that gave him coin for him to be able to buy himself food and some fire wood and allow him to be warm and comfortable in a well built place rather then the shack he lived in. Cavortius was of age to leave the shack and move out but where his current job was working at a shop that sold armor.

So he moved out into the inn just a few steps away from the local shops,his pay was good but he needed more that's when a small legionary group walked in wondering if they could buy some armor it gave Cavortius the idea of joining so he ask the man smiled and said to him "why don't you come down to our camp just outside of skyrim" he nodded his head and within a few months he was a trained solider fighting at the front lines for the legion.

And after a few years he continued to serve the legion as a devoted warrior his kill in battle was not matched by many but again that had to change he was thrown of the front lines and put into skyrim as a warrior or guard of solitude.

 

[blue 468]

Name: Aenar Secundia (Also known as Aenar Silver-Moon)

Gender: Male

Race: Nord/Imperial (mixed Nord mother, Imperial father)

Class: Warrior/Werewolf

Age: 29, born on the 20th of MidYear

Likes: Wine, Fist fighting, Animals

Dislikes: Thalmor(kind of racist to all elves), Vampires, Ale/Mead, Magic

Personality: Aenar is very hard to read man, from years of being hunted down and always having to watch his back he developed a very ruthless way to survive. Aenar isn't a bad man but is very misguided believing that the only way to survive is to look out for himself, though he does have a soft side and a very dry sense of humor

Looks: Kind of a typical Nordic build such as having a muscular build though not as bulky as most Nords and only standing at 5'11. But he also has some Imperial traits such as tan skin, green eyes, and dark hair. Likes to shave when he can but while on the road he lets it grow out into a little beard. Scar going from the corner of his lip across the left side of his face ending at his eye. As a Werewolf he has light brown fur and green eyes, he is also short in werewolf standards standing at 6'9.

Fighting Pref: Fights without a shield because he thinks they get in the way and are to heavy, usually fight with a long hand and a half sword, he is okay in sneaking and is very good with a bow.

Equipment: Prefers not to wear armor but will usually wear a thin layer of chain mail covered with a leather jerkin, he also wears a green cloak that was given to him by his mother. Carries a hand and a half sword that once belonged to his grandfather and a hand made wooden bow.

Misc: Aenar doesn't know how to swim but will punch anyone who says otherwise, weary of magic from a failed attempt to conjure a familiar that resulted in him blowing up his uncle's house.

Background: Aenar was born in Windhelm just as the Great War was coming to an end, but he never knew his father because he was killed during the battle of Red ring. He was raised by his mother but when Aenar was 10 his mother was killed by a vampire, Aenar only remembers the bright yellow eyes of the vampire as he jumped out his mother's window. He was sent to live with his uncle in Kvatch, Cyrodill his uncle was a harsh man manly do to his obsessive use of ale witch is part of the reason he doesn't like the drink, but was able to teach Aener how to fight and educate him due to the fact that he was once a member of the blades. By the age of 16 he was very skilled at fighting with a sword and shield, he excelled at battle strategy but was to hard headed to ever apply it. On his 18th birthday he was preparing to leave his uncle to go and adventure on his own but a Thalmor patrol came across their house and accused them of Talos worship, in an effort to save Aenar his uncle was killed and Aenar was sent to a Thalmor prison. He spent three years there constantly being tortured but he eventually escaped he spent the next 8 years of his life traveling around Tamriel trying to find his true "calling".

 

[Bob Roberts]

Name: Ajax Grey-Pelt

Race: Wood Elf

Class: Hunter

Gender: Male

Looks: 6'0, 190 Ibs., Caucasion

Personality: He is normally very cheerful, except when he does not get many kills that day. If that happens, he just gets his sword and swings at his practice dummy

Equipment: He prefers to use his hunting bow with steel arrows and his steel dagger for skinning his kills and when they are too close for arrows. His clothing depends on location. If he is in a snowy area, he wears fur armor and boots. If in a warmer area, he wears his regular clothes with hide boots.

Fighting: The only time he will ever kill someone will be if he is attacked and has no choice. If that happens, he slashes with his dagger

Likes: Nature, archery, drinking, hunting, and hiking

Dislikes: Crime, bathing and magic

Misc: He loves to go hunting and hiking with Faendal. He has a major crush on Delphine at the Sleeping Giant Inn. He is also good friends with Alvor the blacksmith

Background: He was born in a small hunting town near Anvil. His father was one of the most famous wolf hunters in Cyrodiil until he was called to join the Legion. Ajax had learned to hunt by his father before he left, so he fended for himself. But one day, his father was on leave. They went hunting together, but were attacked by Orc Bandits along the way. His father was killed and Ajax escaped to town. By the time he was 22, he decided he wanted to travel to Skyrim and become a hunter there. He had heard about the great mammoths and giants. But he did not have any legal way to get there so he tried to cross. Legion soldiers caught him.

 

[LordNaskill]

Name: Kalaron Spellius

Gender: Male

Race: High Elf

Age: 56

Place Of Birth: Summerset Isle,Dusk

Family: 3 Kids Ganlian,Ocato,Shana And A Loving Wife Elanande

Job/Occupation: A Merchant By Day And A Warrior By Night

Current Residence: He And His Family Moved To Markarth To Settle For There Life

Hair Colour : Almost The Colour Of A Golden Silk Apple

Eye Colour: Brown Mixed With A Slight Hazel

Height: 6,2

Weight: 135lb

Complexion: Golden Silky Skin That Shines in Sunlight And dusk

Body Type: A Mix Of Mussel And Speed

Normal Everyday Clothing: A Set Of Miners Clothes Or A Red Braided shirt with Grey Pants And Black Boots

Armor: Studded Set with Fur Boots And A Small Trinket Crown To Make Him Stand Out

Distinguished Features: A Large Scar Or Wound On His Entire Back Leg,Some Small War Paint which He Will Mostly Remove When In Public Places Such As Towns.

Points Of Interest: Father Of 3 Children And Loving Husband To His Wife,Is An Old Raider Who Stole From The Dead Or Weak,Was Once Awarded Coin For Stopping A Thievery In Daylight.

Likes: Family, Friends,Brew

Dislikes: Bloody Murder,Disease,Bandits

Quotes: Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment.

Hobbies: Likes To Build Things Out Of Wood,Stone

Habits: Meditating,Reading

Weapon(S): A Deadly Steel Dagger An Iron Sword And A Shield To Go Along With It

Major Skills:
*One Hand
*Enchanting
*Alchemy
*Stealth
*Pick Pocketing

Bio:
His Life Is Hidden within his more dark secrets so once again he is a ghost of the past some say he killed for fun some say he lived a life of tragic death and misfortune but others say he was just an ordinary man that founded a family and brought them to skyrim.

Picture:

 

[Fevershaking]

Maybe i should make a character profile...

Name:Gen
Race:Breton
Class:Night Blade
Gender:Male
Occupation: Assassin Fire Hire / War Mercenary

Weapons: Ebony Dagger in Right Hand, Spell in Left Hand
Preferred Types of Spells: Conjuration, Destruction

Armor: Custom Made Stealth Armor *It's The Contractor Set Mod Get It Here http://skyrim.nexusmods.com/mods/38386//?
Features: Dark skin , Shaved Brown Dark hair. Dark brown eyes, *Usually wears Mask* Roughly 5'11
Personality:Quiet, Usually Nice, Has some sort of moral compass, Doesn't kill for fun, Very Suspicious at first,
Likes:Weapons, Argonian Ale and Sweet rolls, Vegetable Soup

Dislikes: Drugar, Bards,

What his Armor looks like

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[Bob Roberts]

Name: Admand Mellon
Race: Breton
Class: scholar
Occupation: Researcher
Weapons: a steel dagger
Gear: college robes and fine shoes
Gender: male
Features: blue eyes, pale skin, short hair
Personality: cheerful and always ready to explore
Misc: he is a researcher living in whiterun that travels across skyrim with his bodyguards researching ancient Nordic ruins. He also loves to visit the college of winter hold, where he spends hours in the library. He never kills anything, unless his body guards get killed. The only spells he uses are supportive spells. He writes books on his research and sells them to the college.
Biography: he was born in winterhold, where his parents were both teachers. He joined the college at age 20 and learned to research the ancient Nords. He got a house in whiterun, where he keeps his collection of books and Nordic weapons
Likes: Nords, nature, books, hiking
Dislikes: crime, war,

 

[emilyshu]

Name: Wren
Sex: Female
Age: 19
Race: Redguard
Looks: Rather short, about 5'4", yet pretty tough. For a Redguard, her skin is fairly light. Dark eyes and short, dark, thick hair just above her shoulders. Has a surprisingly clean appearance; no scars, tattoos, or warpaint of any kind.
Personality: Doesn't trust easily. Somewhat of a loner but will form alliances if absolutely necessary. Due to her family's rejection, she is a very angry person and has a very volatile persona. She usually only speaks if necessary, but she can be very understanding and empathetic, but this is rare. She is somewhat confused as what she wants to do with her life because her culture calls her to be a warrior yet her desires want her to study and learn. She is constantly conflicted between these two callings. Also, because of these conflicting feelings, she refuses to eat meat and tries not to kill animals unless absolutely necessary.
Bio: Raised in Hammerfell, she was well trained in the arts of a warrior. Her interest in education and magic caused a rift between Wren and her family and this resulted in anger and resentment towards them. Her family, especially her father, had expected her to be a warrior due to custom and her extraordinary weaponry skills and strength but when she refused, her father cut her off from the family and all associates. Because she felt that there were no options for her in her homeland, she decided to make the journey to Skyrim...
When she arrived in Skyrim, the first city she came across was Falkreath. She had arrived with nothing other than the clothes on her back and her scimitar. Because she had nothing, she was willing to do whatever it took to survive. She found herself taking jobs for the Thieves Guild and contracts for the Dark Brotherhood but didn't stay in Because of the discrimination faced by Nords, she decided to use her skills to fight in the Imperial Legion After accumulating a good amount of coin, she decided that she would finally follow her dreams and join the College of Winterhold.
Despite her background, she had a natural talent for magic, Destruction in particular. While she carries out contracts to make some extra coin, her main focus is studying Destruction magic.


Skills: Talented in Destruction, One-Handed, and Lockpicking. Adequate in Restoration and Stealth. Prefers Orcish armor and weapons. Prefers daggers and swords.

 

[Dovaah]

Character Name: S'virri
Race: Khajiit
Gender: Male
Age: 25

Personality
S'virri is a very...smart cat. And this statement does not refer only to his level of intelligence. He is very sarcastic and quite enjoys making jokes - often at someone else's expense. But despite this, he has a good heart. He helps those in need whenever he can and seeks to destroy those that would wreak havoc upon Nirn. He is also fiercely loyal and will defend his loved ones with his life.

Appearance
S'virri is not vain by any means, but he prizes his dense tawny fur. His eyes glisten like honey in the light of the sun and seem to emit their own amber hue under the stars and moons.His face features three claw lines that tear through his right cheek and across part of his nose. He has tried many a time to tame the wild sabre cats of Skyrim's tundra, but to no avail. Not wishing the cats' valuable pelts to go to waste, S'virri crafts their pelts into light, versatile armor. As payment in a trade, he learned a spell that allowed him to transform into a sabre cat and walk amongst the prides.

Backstory
As a cub, S'virri's small village in Elsweyr was besieged by enemy Argonians. S'virri stayed with the warriors and fought with them alongside his brother. But when the two brothers were seperated in the blood and steel of combat, S'virri became distracted and was set upon by an Argonian.The llizard struck S'virri down, beating the young Khajiit within an inch of his life. Just as the lizard raised his cruel scimitar to end S'virri's mortal existence, a mysterious hooded figure snuck behind the reptile and ran him through. As the Argonian fell, defeated, S'virri attempted to thank his savior before falling into unconsciousness.
When next S'virri woke, it was night. The young Khajiit looked about sadly at the blood and corpses that used to be his family. And then, S'virri started off into the barren desert in search of his mother and sister.
He searched for them for two days, nonstop. Eventually hw found them..motionless, cold. Dead. And so S'virri sobbed. He sobbed for his wounds. He sobbed for his lost comrades. But most of all, he sobbed for the death of his family.
After a while, S'virri dried his tears and buried his family. Then, he ran. He ran from the sunrise, from his mother and sister's cold, glassy gaze. And he kept running until he could run no further. He pitched foward into the loose, grainy sand. And once more, S'virri succumbed to darkness.
When S'virri next awoke, he did not open his weary amber eyes. But when he realized he was moving, he opened one eye slightly. Realizing he was in a carriage, S'virri quickly opened both eyes and promptly sat up. A Khajiit in front of S'virri introduced himself as Lor'haja. When Lor'haja realized S'virri was an orphan, he decided to take the cub into his care.
Lor'haja made his living as a Skooma dealer, but S'virri did not mind. The Imperials, however, did.
One day, as S'virri and Lor'haja tried to ride across the border of Cyrodiil, they were set upon by an Imperial ambush. Lor'haja was killed as S' virri was bound and set in a carriage heading to Helgen.

*I'm very sorry for the shortness of the story and any spelling errors that may be present. It's 3:00 a.m. and the autocorrect on this stupid phone sucks unspeakable things...
I'll probably add an image of S'virri after posting this... this is my first post so i don't know how the picture thing goes.

 

[Dovaah]

S'virri.

 

[Bob Roberts]

Name: Login Bear
Race: Nord
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Occupation: Lumberjack
Weapons: hunting bow, iron mace
Clothing: he wears plain clothing, boots and a hat
Place: Riverwood
Likes: Nature, hunting, chopping wood and Delphine
Dislikes: Sven, war and ArgoniansH
Misc: He gets Tirdas off from the mill, so he spends that time hunting. when he hunts, he does not wear shoes or his hat so he can connect to nature better. he also has a major crush on Delphine, the innkeeper. he is saving up his money to move to whiterun. he is a little paranoid, so he never leaves his house without his Iron Mace
Bio:
He was born and raised in Riverwood. His whole family were lumberjacks, so he was used to the lifestyle. At age 10, his father took him to the mill. Login chopped wood faster than half the men there. His father was very impressed. At age 15, he got a job at the mill and he is still working there today.

 

[Zihark2393]

Name: Kaitokashi
Race: Dark Elf/Vampire
Gender: Male
Age: Uknown
Class: Assassin/Spell Sword

Appearance:

Personality: Loves control and power, deceptive when necessary, never lets emotions get in the way and thinks people that react emotionally are weak and useless.
Armor/Weapons: Wears Ebony Armor with Shrouded Boots, Cowl, and Gloves. Wields a Nordic Sword that he obtained after killing a Skaal Warrior in Solstheim. Also uses an Ebony Dagger for quick and stealthy assassinations.

Skills: Expert: Sneak
Adept: One-Handed, Heavy Armor, Destruction
Apprentice: Illusion, Alchemy

Bio: Kaitokashi was born in Morrowind but migrated to Skyrim at a young age with his parents after the eruption of Red Mountain. They lived in Windhelm where they were constantly terrorized by the resident Nords. Kaitokashi’s parents were eventually killed in a fire when a drunken Nord burned their house down in the middle of night. The mother and father were trapped inside but Kaitokashi managed to escape.
After witnessing so much death in his life, Kaitokashi was no longer phased by death and began to embrace it. He tracked down the Nord responsible for his mother and father’s death and killed his entire family in their sleep using a knife from the kitchen. Kaitokashi eventually became an assassin for hire, taking out enemies of fellow Dunmer for a small fee. He used the gold he earned to buy himself Ebony Armor.
One of Kaitokashi’s contracts required him to go to Solstheim and after the job was completed, he decided to stay in Tel Mithryn and study Magick and Alchemy from the Telvanni wizard Neloth. Still taking contracts on the side, Kaitokashi spent about two years in Solstheim, becoming adept in Destruction and Illusion.
Kaitokashi returned to Skyrim and continued as an assassin for hire using his newly learned magick skills to assist him in combat and stealth. He eventually took a contract to eliminate a vampire cult that dwelled in a cave near Morthal and successfully executed the mission but caught Sanguinare Vampiris in the process. Kaitokashi decided to let the disease spread its course and became a full-blown vampire because he believed he’d have even more power as a vampire. He considers Vampirism to be a huge asset to his stealthy and dangerous endeavors, often feeding on his victims before running his blade through their heart and collecting his bounty.

 

[Acrylic]

「JYE」​

"Go ahead and run! You’ll only die tired!”​

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» NAME Jye
» ALIAS Red Salamander
» AGE 24
» BIRTH DATE 10th of Rain’s Hand
» BIRTH PLACE Blackrose, Black Marsh
» BIRTH SIGN The Lord
» ORIGIN Argonian
» CLASS Salamander

A physical and magical powerhouse, the Salamander is a terrifying combatant to be pitted against. Armed with a two-handed sword and potent magic, the Salamander is extremely unpredictable and can adapt to a myriad of different combat situations. In close range, he bolsters his defenses with Alteration magic, allowing him to take that much more physical punishment, before tearing foes apart with savagely powerful swings of his great-sword. To supplement his swordplay, the Salamander utilizes powerful Destruction magic and he is skilled enough to launch spells even at close range. Fire is his preferred element, perfect for roasting opponents alive. ​

» GENDER Male
» HEIGHT 7’0
» WEIGHT 300 pounds
» LATERALITY Right-Handed
» SEXUALITY Bisexual
» MARTIAL STATUS Single
» HEALTH Well
» AFFILIATIONNone
» AFFLICTIONSNone
» RELIGIONThe Hist
» PATRON DEITIES- - -

「APPEARANCE」​

[ONE] ​

[TWO] ​

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» HORNS Two prominent, straight horns pointing backwards with several smaller horns running in between down to the back of his head.
» EYE COLOR Vibrant green
» SCALE COLOR Bright red
» BUILD Muscular, built
» SCARS Single scar over his chest

An extremely intimidating individual, Jye frightens others with just his presence alone and that’s how he likes it. He stands at seven feet tall, causing him to tower over just about anyone. His weight is exactly three hundred pounds, coming from both his towering height and powerful, muscular physique. With scales as red as the burning flames he commands, Jye is rather easy to pick out from a crowd, aside from his Argonian heritage and giant stature. Two large, straight horns jut out from the top portion of the back of his head. Several, smaller horns trail down the back of his neck towards the top of his neck. Even smaller horns line the top contours of Jye's eyes, acting like eyebrows. The Argonian's eyes are a vibrant green, and his pupils are narrow slits. Jye's hands are huge, easily comparable to the size of plates, and the same can be said about his feet. His nails are black and dangerously sharp. Equally sharp, white fangs line the Argonian's jaws. A long, somewhat maneuverable tail sticks out from just above his butt. Jye's body is packed with muscle. From his broad shoulders, muscular chest, powerful arms and legs, and defined abdominals, it is very easy to see that Jye has plenty of physical strength. And by plenty, I mean an overwhelming amount.

Jye's choice of attire reflects his mercenary status and also defines his own "unique" style. His typical outfit is rather simple. Jye wears a pair of sturdy ebony-plated leggings and boots, crafted to have a tinge of Daedric influence. He wears matching ebony gauntlets, they too having the same scheme as the leggings. Pouches line his waist, clipped to the brim of his leggings. A specific pouch for potions is located at the left side of his lower back. Jye doesn't wear anything on his upper body except for a simple black sash, customized to serve as a vial holder. Numerous test tubes filled with various concoctions line the sash's "slots", allowing for easy access and storage. Whether he's wearing his combat or casual attire, Jye avoids wearing any sort of upper body armor or shirt, mostly so that he can show off and flaunt his impressive physique. Plus, he thinks that upper body armor and shirts just get in the way. Even in the rare occasion he's not in his combat attire, Jye will simply wear a pair of simple pants and a sturdy pair of boots.

「PERSONALITY」​

» POSITIVE TRAITS Confident, tough, clever, adaptable, brave, determined, tenacious, strong
» NEGATIVE TRAITS Aggressive, hot-headed, rude, impatient, arrogant, obsessive, greedy, possessive
» LIKES Money, sex, winning, fighting, fire, alcohol, meat, stew, sunny days, water, swimming, axel alt-eisen (secretly)
» DISLIKES Shirts, the cold, cloudy days, weaklings, vampires, strong odors, waiting, stuck-up people, bandits, certain dunmer, onions, lettuce
» FEARS Being weak, being forgotten, losing his reputation, rejection
» ASPIRATIONSEstablish his own mercenary group, travel the world, become rich, win a certain someone over
» QUIRKSRefuses to wear a shirt, tends to strip down naked when swimming, relentlessly chases anyone he’s in love with

Jye is a powerful, charismatic person and he knows it. This has caused his initial confidence to evolve into blatant arrogance. In his eyes, he thinks that he is absolutely superior at anything he does. There is nothing out of his grasp, and there is nothing that he can't achieve. After all, after winning and accomplishing so much, who can tell you any different? Jye's incredibly determined. Nothing will stop him until he gets what he wants. His determination is one of the reasons why he has able to develop so much as a fighter, and achieve the level of fame ( and infamy ) that he has as of now. However, Jye can easily be greedy at times, wanting anything and everything that he can get his claws on. He's a lover of money, fame, power, sex and plenty of other things that he has a liking to. If he likes it, he wants it and he can't get enough of it. Aggressive and hot-headed, Jye is quite the bully. He loves picking on those who are smaller and weaker than him, and he always feels the need to assert that he is the alpha male. He's extremely easy to anger, and even the most fickle insult can send him into a screaming rage. Jye doesn't like anyone showing him up. He's very competitive, and will literally take any opportunity to best his rivals and opponents. His toughness is impressive, both mentally and physically, and his tenacity meshes well with his fiery nature. Although he's not exactly "book" smart, Jye can actually be rather clever, coming up with crafty plans and strategies. He's very adaptable and brave, capable of functioning within a variety of combat situations and able to not allow fear to cloud his mind and stifle his body.

In terms of romance, Jye has a rather . . . high opinion of himself. He honestly thinks he's incredibly attractive and that he can reel in just about anyone he wants. The Argonian doggedly follows anyone he has an interest in, doing everything he can to impress them. This can range from physical displays, such as flaunting his body or showing off his strength, to sweet-talking and showering them with little gifts and trinkets. Once Jye has his eyes set on someone, there really isn't much anyone can do to change Jye's mind. And if Jye thinks that his romantic interest secretly likes him back too? Well, plops luck for his love interest! If that's the case, Jye will basically chase them to the ends of the earth, waiting for that one day where they finally confess their love to him. While he can be nothing short of an asshole, Jye isn't a bad person. He's just a victim of his own emotions.

「COMBAT DIAGNOSTIC」​

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» FIGHTING STYLE –If you face Jye in combat, get ready for a long, tiring and painful battle. Jye is an absolute monster in a battle. He's relentless in his attacks, and seeks to constantly keep the pressure on his opponent. Jye aims to keep you on the defensive so that you'll never have time to launch strikes of your own. He's frighteningly fast and quick despite his size, and he'll definitely use his ridiculous physical strength to his advantage. Though he stresses his offense, he's no slouch defensively either. He uses his defense to set up his offense. Magic wise, Jye uses his Destruction magic at all ranges, adding another degree of unpredictability to his fighting style. He uses his Alteration magic to harden his own skin as if his own scales were a malleable suit of armor. Just be wary of what you're getting yourself into if you get dragged into a fight with Jye. Otherwise, be prepared to endure a great deal of physical and mental suffering.


» ATTRIBUTES

» Health – Denotes vitality and the amount of damage able to be taken.
» Magicka – Denotes amount of magicka and the magical capacity to cast spells.
» Stamina – Denotes amount of physical energy and the ability to perform strenuous activities.
» Strength – Denotes physical strength and the ability to deal damage with melee attacks and block melee attacks.
» Endurance – Denotes physical toughness, the ability to withstand pain, illness, and fatigue.
» Agility – Denotes balance, coordination, reflex, speed, and steadiness in combat.
» Intelligence – Denotes ability to learn, reason, plan, solve problems, strategize, ability to comprehend complex ideas and general mental capability.
» Will – Denotes magical strength, the general ability to cast spells and magicka regeneration.
» Spirit – Denotes mental toughness, willpower and the ability to keep fighting past fatigue, injuries and one’s own limitations.

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» SKILLS

Master

» Two-Handed – Complimenting his massive size and strength perfectly, Jye instantly grew a liking for two-handed weapons. Typically, they are known for being clumsy, slow and generally unwieldable. However, Jye has underwent extensive training with two-handed weapons and he has reached the point where wielding two-handed weapons are near effortles for him. He uses them with surprising precision and speed and isn't the least bit bothered with the weapon's size or weight. In fact, Jye is able to wield and swing his greatsword with one hand. However, he still uses two hands most of the time to add that much more speed and power behind his strikes. Greatswords are Jye's preferred weapon, due to their versatility and relatively light weight compared to other two-handed weapons.

Expert

» Heavy Armor – Between light armor and heavy armor, heavy armor seemed to be the obvious choice for Jye. Besides, he doesn't see any point in wearing light armor for extra mobility. He already doesn't wear upper body armor and his Alteration magic basically makes his skin as tough as any other ordinary piece of light armor. Heavy armor allows Jye to have that extra bit of protection and he definitely knows how to use it effectively. He has trained hard enough to where the armor doesn't weigh him down much at all and that makes him stunningly mobile despite the armor's weight, However, wearing only leggings, greaves and specialized tail armor helps with that as Jye doesn't have to worry about the extra weight that comes with wearing upper body armor.

» Block – Defense supplements offense. Too many warriors forgo defense and blocking instead to solely focus on offense and however many ways to swing that fancy weapon of theirs around. Integrating constant blocking and defense drills with his regular greatsword training, Jye is now able to effectively block and deflect attacks with his greatsword alone. Blocked attacks don't even make him budge or flinch. In fact, it's Jye's attacker who is knocked off-balanced, setting them up for a quick and often deadly counterattack. Extensive training has also quickened the Argonian, both phyiscally and mentally. He's even gotten to the point where he can bash opponents silly with his greatsword or his own body, and strip them of their own weapons.

Adept

» Destruction – After realizing that he was competent in using magic, Jye decided to learn more about it. Destruction is one of the two magic schools that Jye has knowledge of, and it's the school he specializes more in. Destruction magic adds another dimension to his combat style, allowing him to attack from both medium range and long range. He can even use his Destruction spells at close range, and it serves well at catching opponents off-guard. Out of the three Destruction elements, Jye solely specializes in fire spells, taking a liking to their relatively low magicka cost and its extreme destructive and damage potential.

» Smithing – It is important to take care of your weapons and equipment, especially for somoene who has placed so much time and effort into their swordsmanship and refining their combat style. Jye was taught the basics of smithing by his father. Over time, he has managed to pick up more about the art of blacksmithing, enough to where he can make his own weapons and armor with various amounts of materials. Mostly though, he uses his smithing knowledge to keep both his greatsword and his own customized armor in mint condition.

Apprentice


» Alteration – The second of the two magic schools that Jye uses, Alteration magic helps Jye quite nicely with its various protection spells. Since Jye doesn't wear any upper body armor, this leaves his entire chest and torso wide open to attacks. However, Jye has managed to counter this by learning how to use Alteration magic to harden his scales to where they are as hard as stone. This allows him to get away with wearing any armor on his upper body. Also, Jye has dabbled in Alteration long enough to where he has managed to accquire a small degree of resistance to harmful magic spells. He also knows a few utility spells, such as creating a small orb of light to illuminate dark places.

» Alchemy – A recent skill that he has taken interest in, Jye found out the effectivness of poisons once he got poisoned himself when battling a bandit that he was contracted to kill. Thankfully, due to his Argonian blood, the poison wasn't able to work to its full effect but it did cause quite a bit of discomfort. Since then, Jye sought to educate himself more about alchemy. He can make some basic and intermediate level potions and poisons, and always keeps them with him. He focuses more on healing and empowering potions than poisons although he does keep a few amount of poisons on him if he wishes to apply it to his blade. If Jye needs more potent potions and potions than he can make, then he visits a skilled alchemist for that. Still, Jye has a lot to learn about alchemy and spends plenty of time finding out more about it.

» Speech – Being a charismatic guy, Jye knows a fair deal about speechcraft. He is decent at speaking with others but his talent truly comes out whenever he wants something. Usually, he tries to persuade others but intimidation works just as well, thanks to his frightening appearance and massive stature. Now, don't ask Jye to sing, unless you really want to go deaf for a few minutes.

Novice

» One Handed | Light Armor – Since Jye has put so much time into perfecting the use of a greatsword and effectively using heavy armor, it's no surprise that he has completely abandoned the thought of using one-handed weapons or light armor. In Jye's opinion, one-handed weapons are far too weak and feeble for someone as large and powerful as him. Besides, why in the world would he use a one-handed sword when he could use a two-handed sword to have greater reach, more power, and can use it just as quickly as a one-handed sword? Light armor is completely out of the question. Jye already has plenty of mobility since he doesn't wear any sort of upper body armor, and his Alteration magic takes away the disadvantage of having a bare chest and torso in battle. In other words, Jye thinks one-handed weapons and light armor are simply not worth his time.

» Sneak | Pickpocketing | Lockpicking - Stealth isn't Jye's strongpoint. It's hard to sneak around when you're a seven foot tall, three hundred pound bright red lizard. Besides, Jye would rather face his opponents up front rather than cowardly taking them out from the shadows. That way, they can get to see firsthand who will be striking them down. Jye is an asshole but he's no thief. He has no reason to go around pickpocketing people and breaking into houses or locked chests. Jye has plenty of money already, and he's always making more just doing his good ol' mercenary work.

» Conjuration | Illusion | Restoration | Enchanting – Armed combat was never Axel’s forte. Despite constant efforts to improve his use of melee weaponry, he has barely got any better at using them. If he has to use a melee weapon, one-handed weapons are his best bet. Two-handed weapons are far too heavy and clunky for Axel to use. Plus, it’s almost comical watching him trying to swing a sword that’s bigger than he is.

» Archery – Jye was never interested in learning how to use a bow or crossbow. Besides, if he really needed to attack from a range, that was what his Destruction magic was for. Plus, he wouldn't have to haul around a clunky bow and a even clunkier quiver full of arrows. Not to mention, Jye would eventually run of arrows and the bow was one more piece of equipment he'd have to take care of. Archery's great and all but Jye has no need for it.

» GEAR

» Ebony Greatsword [Flawless]
Jye's main and prized weapon of choice, the Ebony Greatsword is a large sword crafted out of pure ebony ore. Its design is sleek and its blade is not as broad as many other greatswords. However, its cutting power and durability is not to be taken lightly, and its easily one of the highest quality weapons out there. Jye's greatsword has been tailored specifically for him, given his mammoth height and stature. The greatsword is six feet long from the tip of the blade to the bottom of the hilt. The hilt has been customized to fit Jye's hands, and its weight is slightly lighter than the typical Ebony Greatsword. The sword is kept in a strapped sheath on Jye's back. Despite the sword's simplicity, it has cut down many many opponents who were unfortunate enough to be pitted against the Red Salamander.

» Customized Mercenary Armor [Flawless]
A unique set of ebony armor that has been crafted specifically for Jye's body. The set consists of a pair of ebony-plated guantlets, leggings, boots and a sash modified to serve as a vial holder. It stresses mobility over protection. Plus, it shows off his body as well, something that Jye very much likes. This armor set serves as both Jye's combat and casual attire. He managed to muster up enough money to purchase the set after completing numerous amounts of odd jobs and mercenary contracts. The set seems to match Jye's Ebony Greatsword perfectly, and completes the mercenary's outfit.

» Potions [Assorted]
Jye carries a variety of potions and poisons on him. He tends to keep his potions and poisons either on his vial sash or in his specialized potion holder on his left hip. While Jye is able to create some potions and poisons, he still has plenty to learn before he is able to become a skilled and refined alchemist. Typically, if he needs a potent potion or poison, he gets a capable alchemist to make it for him instead.

» Healing Potions [5]​

» Fortifying Potions [3]​

» Poisons [3]​

「RELATIONS」​

»Thalmor [ENEMIES] – Jye hates the Thalmor, plain and simple. What's not to hate about them? They are a bunch of racist, bigoted supremacists who wish to rule the entire continent under one government. Plus, High Elves never really thought good things about Argonians so that gives Jye much more reason to dislike them. If given the opportunity, Jye won't waste any time making any Thalmor agent he confronts hell. If he egg them into fighting him, it's even better. That way, he can get away with killing them without any . . . "severe" repercussions.

»Imperial Legion [NEUTRAL] – The Imperial Legion is much more accepting than the Stormcloaks, and if Jye had to pick a side in the war, he'd choose to support the Legion. However, he doesn't really approve of the Legion practically bending over for the Thalmor. He'd rather have the Legion declare their independence, and eventually break free from the Thalmor's influence. Of course, that's easier said than done. Overall, Jye doesn't have any glaring problems with the Legion. They are sure as hell of a lot better than the damn Stormcloaks.

»Stormcloaks [DISLIKES] – Honestly, Jye could care less about the Stormcloaks. However, he doesn't appreciate how Stormcloak supporters treat Argonians, specifically Nords. Jye doesn't understand why Nords think that Argonians are so dirty and filthy. Hell, there are plenty of Nords who are just as dirty, perhaps even dirtier than any Argonian out there. Plus, Jye doesn't appreciate the racist and xenophobic broads that make up the Stormcloak ranks. If someone has a problem with him living on their land, then they can confront him personally.

»Falmer [NEUTRAL] – They are a bunch of deformed Snow Elves who seek to rule the entire surface world. Not much else to say about them. Jye doesn't have much of an opinion over them. He has never encountered them personally, and doesn't plan on doing so anytime soon. Still, he has to admit that their story is saddening, and it's a shame that such a flourishing people have now become the twisted monsters they are today.

» Forsworn [DISLIKES] – To Jye, the Forsworn are like the Stormcloaks, except more tribal and not Nords. While they aren't exactly racist, they are incredibly hostile, and will basically attack and kill just about anyone they see. Blatant killers rub Jye the wrong way and he will cut down a Forsworn just like if they were a loud-mouthed, ignorant Stormcloak.

» The Thieves Guild [DISLIKES] – It's funny. People think that Jye's the biggest asshole that they ever met. However, at least he's not like those scumbags in the Thieves's Guild. Jye doesn't even understand how they could even be considered a guild if its members would stab each other in the back for a single gold septim. The corruption that they bring to Riften is even worse. Members of the Thieves's Guild are the perfect example of the people that Jye's often tasked with either capturing and handing them over to a town's guards, or just flat out killing them. Jye prefers killing them if possible but he can't always make that decision.

»The Companions [NEUTRAL] – The Companions are a respectable group of people even if many of its members are a bunch of screaming, bloodthirsty barbarians. Jye isn't interested in joining their ranks but he'd have no problem working alongside with them. The Companions are good at making money, and Jye would love to learn who and where they get most of their contracts from.

»Mages College [LIKES] – Versed in magic himself, Jye has thought of visiting the Mages' College in order to learn more about the complex yet stunning world of magic. The mages who make up the College are simply those who wish to keep to their studies in peace, avoiding the harsh scrunity that comes with being associated with the arcane arts. Although he does want to visit the College, Jye hasn't brought himself to do so yet. The College is centered in Winterhold, and Jye isn't really looking forward to freezing to death in an arctic wasteland.

»The Dark Brotherhood [DISLIKES] – One of the most notorious organizations in all of Tamriel, it wasn't long before Jye has caught ear of the Dark Brotherhood. From his initial glance, they looked to be a group of highly trained assassins that were contracted to kill practically anyone. Now, while Jye was often contracted to eliminate certain people, he only took contracts that dealt with legitimate criminals, those who have murdered innocents without any remorse. Jye respects the Dark Brotherhood's ability to carry out any assassination contract with a deadly precision but he doesn't approve of the fact that they'll kill just about anybody.

「HISTORY」​

Jye was born in the city of Blackrose on the 10th of Rain's Hand. Both of his parents, Teeus-Tei and Perina, were extremely proud to have their first child, and they knew that their son's future was promising. However, the only problem was where they lived. Black Marsh was a harsh land, filled with poisonous marshes and violent predators. Political and economic strife stifled the province, and the thought of moving had been on Teeus-Tei's and Perina's mind long before their son's birth. Blackrose was a fair enough city, and the couple thought it was best for their child if he spent some time growing up in their homeland. During his toddler years, Jye grew up just like any other child would. He didn't have a single care in the world, and a usual day for him consisted of playing, eating, and sleeping. Unfortunately, Jye was exposed to the world's cruelity at a young age, having witnessed a brutal murder happen in the middle of town. At that point, he became aware of the troubles that ran rampant through his wonderful homeland. His parents grew increasingly restless. They didn't want their child's growth and development to suffer because of his environment. Once Jye turned twelve years old, both Teeus-Tei and Perina decided that now was the perfect time for them to move. After enlisting the help of a reliable and trustworthy carriage driver, the family made the long journey from Black Marsh to Skyrim. The couple chose the quiet, peaceful town of Riverwood to be their new home, and they were hopeful that they'd be able to have a bright future there. It was a dramatic move, and Teeus-Tei and Perina knew that their beloved son would need plenty of time in order to adjust to his new home.

After the family moved into their modest home, Teeus-Tei and Perina immediately tried to get to know their fellow townmates. They got along relatively well with everyone, save for the scarce Nord racist. Jye, on the other hand, managed to fit in well with the rest of the children. At first, he was constantly bombarded with questions about his race and appearance. Not many of the village children have seen an Argonian before, let alone one that was around their age. Jye happily answered their inquiries, glad that the children hadn't run away screaming about a walking, talking red lizard. Over a week, Jye's popularity grew and it was as if the village children wanted to be around him whenever possible. Jye was already considered somewhat of a cocky, fiery-spirited child and all of the attention he recieved only fed his growing ego. Teeus-Tei and Perina were extremely grateful that the transition to their new home had been both smooth and welcoming, and they were very pleased to see their son getting along well with the village children.

There was one child that Jye didn't necessarily treat well.

During his first week in Riverwood, Jye ran into a peculiar kid. He was eight years old, four years younger than Jye. He had dark skin and short, black curly hair. The kid looked different from all the other children, just like Jye. His name was Axel, Jye heard. He was so quiet, meek and weak. Clearly, the Redguard kid was the perfect target for bullying. It didn't take long for Jye to take advantage of this. He teased and harassed Axel whenever he could, taking joy in the kid's panic-stricken reactions. It soon turned into one of Jye's favorite past-times, and it became more evident as the children grew in age. Once he turned fourteen years old, Teetus-Tei and Perina introduced Jye to both combat and magic. Argonians were known for their versatility, able to excel as warriors, thieves and mages. Jye was already growing to be exceptionally tall, standing at an even six feet tall at the age of fourteen. Taking his size into account, Teetus-Tei decided to teach Jye how to use two-handed weapons, more specifically greatswords. It was the same exact weapon he specialized in, and thus he would be able to pass his knowledge to his son. Perina was more the sneaky type, and dabbled in magic as well. Knowing that her son had no interest in stealth-related combat, she decided to introduce her son to the arcane arts. Surprisingly enough, Jye was able to learn well from both of his parents, and he was already on his way to becoming a rare hybrid warrior who was well versed in both weapons and magic. Jye didn't hesitate to flaunt his fledging skills to his friends, and they were immediately impressed with his displays. The young Argonian absolutely loved the praise and attention he was recieving and was quick to rub his success in Axel's face. Jye continued to grow and refine his skills, and he was confident that he would grow to be an absolute monster of a fighter. Axel, on the other hand, was absolutely hopeless. The little runt stuck to his books and potions, and he had no hopes of being any sort of a warrior.

Upon turning eighteen years old, Jye stood close to six feet ten inches tall and weighed near two hundered and seventy pounds. With his greatsword sharp, his skills sharper, and a body packed with hard muscle, there was little Jye thought that had any chance of stopping him. Confident in his ability to defend and care for himself, Jye set out from Riverwood in order to travel. His journey quickly led him to Whiterun where he began to do various small jobs for a fair sum of money. Eventually, as Jye got more experienced, he began to take part in more serious and dangerous jobs, such as slaying hostile beasts and escorting travelers. It was once he turned twenty once he finally began to get into some of the most dangerous tasks, such as taking out bandits. By this time, Jye had managed to earn a healthy sum of cash and has gained a small amount of recognition for his work. After enlisting the help of a skilled blacksmith, Jye had an Ebony Greatsword crafted specifically for him, as well as a custom set of mercenary armor. With his new equipment, there was no telling what kind of progress he could make. For the next four years, Jye lived the mercenary lifestyle, going wherever the money was. He further developed in his skills, and his prowess as a fighter had earned him a noticeable amount of notoriety. Frequently, Jye sent money back to his parents in Riverwood, knowing that his success wouldn't have been possible without them.

At the prime age of twenty-four years old, Jye had managed to acquire a healthy sum of money and fame from his work as a mercenary. He managed to buy a modest home in Falkreath, liking the Hold's warm weather and nature-filled landscape. Wanting to take a short break from his mercenary work, Jye decided to pay Riverwood a visit to check up on his parents and the townspeople. During his visit, Jye learned that Axel had recently left in order to travel as well. The Argonian couldn't believe it. Axel, out of all people, had left the village to travel!? Shocked to hear the news, Jye instantly asked to be told where Axel planned to visit first. Taking up his belongings, the Red Salamander took off, extremely eager to run into his "best friend" once again.

 

[Bob Roberts]

Name: Magnar Fire-Sword
Age: 65
Race: Nord
Occupation: Skyforge Blacksmith
Place: Whiterun
Gender: Male
Likes: Ale, Steel, Imperial Legion, Nords and Orcs
Dislikes: Stormcloaks, Thalmor, Argonians, Elves and Priests
Appearance: Tall, grey hair and beard, dirty and eyes are always bloodshot
Background:
He was born in Rorikstead, where his father and mother ran a blacksmith shop. His father taught Magnar everything he knew about smithing. His father was killed by bandits when Magnar was 12. Magnar was running the smithy by the age of 13. He became well known for his steel weapons, so the Nord Army offered for him to be a smith for them during the Great War. He was young and looking for adventure, so he joined. He was stationed at a camp near Cheydinhal, so he saw plenty of action. After the war, he went back to Rorikstead and continued his job as blacksmith. At the age of 55, he was offered the Skyforge. It had been his dream since he was a little boy so he of course accepted. He now makes weapons and armor for the Legion.

 

[CapObvious]

Name: Baadargo
Race: Khajiit
Age: 40
Appearance: White fur with black tiger face markings, gray Mohawk with multiple rings in both ears. Same colored beard.
Well built body, mostly from working and fighting most of his life, and working hard at the smith with the Skaal.
Wears Stalhrim armor heavy variant, but with the long sleeves torn off, but the shoulder pauldrons remain intact. The gauntlets, legs and boots remain the same, but look a little worn. Equipped with a dwarven greatsword for battle.
Skills:
Major: Two-Handed, Destruction (Ice), Heavy Armor
Minor: Restoration, Alteration, Speech


History: Born and raised in a caravan in Skyrim, Baadargo was always travelling, and always in the cold harsh weather of Skyrim. He had often heard his father speak of his homeland of Elsweyr, and wondered why he missed it so much. He had only known Skyrim, however, so his viewpoint was a little biased.
One trip around Solitude, at the age of fourteen, Baadargo came in contact with Ruslan Sendu, a redguard orphan who lived on the streets picking pockets and picking fights for money. After many...interesting encounters, they became good friends, and he eventually invited Ruslan along to stay with the caravan. Then, after gaining his first real friend, his family and caravan traveled to Solstheim, to see if opportunity and fortune was as abundant as in Skyrim.

Unfortunately, during one of their rounds, the caravan was attacked. Despite the best effort of Do’Karash, a Goutfang Monk who had stayed to protect the caravan, Ruslan was kidnapped by the bandits, and Baadargo got lost in the mountains running for his life. At least until he encountered the Skaal.

The people were generally mistrusting of the now orphaned cub, but one of the villagers found it in their heart to take him in and raise him to the best of their abilities. In repayment of their kindness, Baadargo stayed and hunted and trained with the Skaal, learning to protect this new group of people he now called his family. At the age of twenty-five, with the help of the smith at the time, Baadargo learned how to craft his very own armor, out of the the enchanted ice they had become so good at working with. With his new armor donned and sword drawn, he became a warrior of the Skaal people, and they were proud to call him one of their own. On an sort of unrelated note, in his own process of becoming one with the cold weather that he had now become accustomed to, he learned spells from the destruction school that cast ice magic, learning to embrace his new lifestyle, and home.

Now, at the age of forty, Baadargo often goes out on his own, throughout the lands of Skyrim and Solsthiem, to train and better himself, so that he may become the greatest warrior who ever walked the face of Nirn, and bring honor to his new family.

Personality: Is a quiet man...er, Cat. Calculating and always thinking, he tries to always see every side of every situation, so that he might find the best course of action at any time. Generally distrusting of non-Skaal, he behaves gruff and sometimes rudely to them, but will eventually become more trusting with time. However, he has a great sense of duty, and will protect those under his charge until his dying breath.

 

[Fevershaking]

Name: Zaliith

Race: Argonian
Class: Shadow Blade (Sneak+Sword Dual Wielding Warrior)
Occupation: Assassin-For-Hire/Former Dark Brother Hood Assassin
Weapon: Uses 2 Custom Ebony Swords
Gear: Custom Dark Brother Hood Armor,With Sheaths on Back For Swords. Black Armor instead of Red and black.

Looks: Black skin, Red eyes
Personallity: Quite, Calm, Hard to Anger, Fierce in Battle
Bio: After being realesed from service from the King of Black Marsh, Zaliith Journeyed to Valeenwood to Join the Dark Brotherhood. After find joining and Leaving for personal reasons, He traveled to Skyrim. He started a job as a Hired Blade. He Really Made his mark after taking the contract of Assassinating a Dark Brotherhood member. The Dark brotherhood assassin was found dead, Halfed Diagonaly across the chest.

*What His armor would look like*

 

[CapObvious]

Ruslan Sendu ​

Race: Redguard

Age: 35

Class: Monk, Swordsman

Birthplace: Skyrim

Physical Description:

Eyes: Dark Brown.

Hair/Hair Color: Not totally shaved but the next closest thing.
(Sorry, cannot for the life of me remember what it would be called)

Skin: Light toned.

Height: 5’10

Skills:
Major: Hand to Hand, Alteration, Heavy armor
Minor: One-handed, Archery, Restoration

Appearance: Strong body, built from years of training under a martial artist master, Do’Karash. College robes, Alik’r hood, blades-style gauntlets. (custom made, looks similar to the blades gear, but is unique to Ruslan alone) Wields a Scimitar, as well as a longbow.

Backstory: A Redguard boy, born on the streets of Solitude. No family, no friends. None even cared enough to send him to Honorhall. With no one to guide him, he fell into a life of crime, as most do. typical pickpocketing, burglary and other petty crimes.

One fateful day, he happened upon a Khajiit his age, Baadargo, who was travelling with his father’s caravan. After a few rude occurrences and violent meetings, they settled their differences and became the best of friends. When this Khajiit cub found that Ruslan had no parents, he offered to let him join his family’s caravan. Ruslan accepted, and the brotherhood began.

After a while, as Ruslan stuck with the caravan, he became close friends with not only the cub, but with their guard, Do’Karash, a goutfang monk. Over the course of time, the monk taught him some swordplay, as the monk had trained in scimitar fighting later in his life.

Then, the caravan went to Solstheim, and everything went wrong. A fateful run in with a group of bandits tore the caravan to pieces, leaving everyone but the monk and the children dead. The cub ran off for protection, and Ruslan was kidnapped. Seeing this, Do’Karash had to choose who to save. As he couldn’t bear to think what they would do to him, he chose Ruslan and chased the bandits down. After barely an hour of tracking,
the monk dispatched the bandits and freed Ruslan, who was beyond grateful. Ruslan fell in love with the fighting style that the monk had used, and wanted to know everything about it.
Do’Karash normally would have turned down a non-khajiit student, but after all that had happened, he wanted the boy to know how to defend himself.

Many years of training later, Ruslan is now on his own. Do’Karash had passed, and Ruslan was now in charge of himself as he took a ship back to Skyrim. Now he works for hire, but only for good causes and to protect others, as his role model and friend, Do’Karash, had done for him.

Personality: Ruslan is a do-gooder, for a lack of a better term. He is a peaceful man, but has a righteous temper when angered, and/or when a friend or dear one is threatened. He has a soft spot for the Khajiit people, and always takes time to speak to the caravans as they pass by, hoping that he could somehow repay the kindness he had received. Can sometimes be seen as a worrier at times, which can annoy others.
(Sorry for spamming the thread, Just wanted them to go up at the same time. Also, Hand to Hand isn't a skill anymore? Is now! )

 

[Reaper87]

Name: Unknown (wanted him to be mysterious lol)
Race: Khajiit
Class: Thief/Warrior (Uses twin War-Axes)
Appearance: Grey fur, with darker lines, black patch near right eye, eye colour - orange, about 6''0 in height, broad shoulders.

 

[LordNaskill]

Name: Ruthlen (Ruth-Leen)

Gender: Female

Race: Redguard

Occupations/Jobs: Mercenary,Sell sword,hunter,nomad

Family: None

Friends: Few to many

Current Residence: More of a nomad she moves from place to place trying her best not to leave a trace

Birth Date: 7th Of Sun's Hight

Birth Place: Dragonstar East

Birth Sign: The Warrior

Age: 25

Body Type: Slim,Fit,Athletic

Height: 5,12

Weight: 145

Eye Colour: Blueish,Brown

Hair Colour: Dark Brown Black

Armor: A custom armor hand crafted by none other then a finer smith her armor is a mix of much light and some heavy weight armours

Clothing: When in public she will ware a dress that would range from variants of colours

Distinguishing Features: Red Hand Print or war paint on the lower part of her face

Points Of Interest: She served in am imperial prison for 5 years after being caught in the act of manslaughter.

Major Skills:
*One Handed
*Archery
*Hand To Hand
*Light Armor
*Heavy Armor

Likes: Drinking,Chatting,Drugs,Violence

Dislikes: Quietness,Elderly,Sabar Cats

Habits: Sex,Drugs,Ale,Short Temped

Hobbies: Smith,Trainer

Fears: Spiders,Sabar cats

Religion/Worships: She Dose not dwell with innocence of gods she follows her of path

Weapon(s) Of Choice:
Hand Crafted Dagger: Its almost like a mix of an ebony dagger forged and crafted with a steel dagger
Hunting Bow: A cheap price this was good for hunting and killing fleeing prey

Bio:

Young Life (15-18)
Ruthlen was raised in dragon stone,but on the east side were the nords occupy and dominate. Her father served as a servant to the leader of the nord embassy or counsel he was the one that feed the family and made sure they were safe,Ruthlen hated her mother she was to caring and helpful at such a young age Ruthlen was a rebellious young girl who loved to fight she had nord spirit in her but both her parents Redguards.

Ruthlen was something of a warrior she would not dare kneel to any one nor would she submit this caused many problems within her family. Due to this it cause a hurl of family feuds between one and another Ruthlen understood that she was a menace to society and when she was of age took life by both hands although she was already pretty much a lone dog or wolf.

She left and travel into the crazy world of skyrim picking up trades and ideas one of those ideas was a nomad no home living off the land it was perfect for her she could travel far and wide and sleep any where she wanted which have new meaning to her life living of the land was not so hard once she obtained the hunting bow.

Some What Aging (20)

Not much is done through this part of her life she took up a business as a sell sword with a difference
rather then that she still loses her temper at random strangers and sleeps,drinks and gets drugged up as she can yet she is still able to walk to think and even have more then an average intelligence.


Looks:

 

[Reskarr]

Name: Reskarr
Race: Argonian
Class: Nightblade
Weapons: Fardran (Bow) Silence (Dagger)
Skills: Light armor, sneak, archery, one handed, illusion
Gender: Male
Age: Late twenties
Looks: Fearsome spikes surrounding his head and the ridge of his eyes. Pure black with red war paint down his neck.
Personality: Calm and cool under pressure. Cold and calculating, always planning out his attacks or heist to the most precise detail before executing them.
Biography: The only life Reskarr remembers is thievery. Any point up to his 15th birthday is hazy. After a good heist went wrong he had to flee from his native home in Black Marsh before arriving in Cyrrodil. He tried to keep his thieving past behind him and move on but was unable to. After attempting to steal the Emperor's scepter and Failing terribly he fled from Cyrrodill and was captured by Imperials at Solitude after camping in the wilds for over two months.
Misc: Refuses to kill anyone without good reason first. He is self trained. He became a Nightblade after being forced to kill a child by a Necromancer by the name of Hecktos after he tortured him for months with images of his dead wife and children after the Cyrodill incident. He is the last surviving Shadowscale.