⤜| Cedrida Ibn'nar |⤛
(SEH-DRY-DUH EYE-BIN-NAR)
General
× Born Under the Tower Stone
× The Ace of Spades; he goes by Spadille to those he is not familiar with.
× He appears stuck in his late 20's, having been alive since a little after the end of the Oblivion Crisis (late Third Era).
× A Face Balanced Between Imperial and Redguard
× His doubt that he will ever be able to settle in a relationship is what perhaps keeps him single.
× Afflicted with Vampirism
× He classifies as a ranger. He is a detective for part of his time. He's been known to complete anonymous deeds that a Vigilant of Stendarr would do.
× He can be categorized as a lawful good, but his condition wracks him with impure instincts.
× He is moral, but he does not follow a religion. It is probable that he has ties to Meridia.
× He speaks the common Cyrodilic fluently, maintains a vast vocabulary in Yoku, and recognizes a few words in Aldmeris.
Image
× His hair leans towards light brown, flipping off to the side if he neglects cutting it. His roots are dark, adding the "rich" effect in addition to the occasional blond highlight.
× His face is diamond-shaped, full lips and high cheekbones like his heritage of Hammerfell and the straight, narrow nose paired with the deep-set eyes of an Imperial.
× The most characteristic scar is at the very right corner of his mouth where it continues down his jaw. Another scar marks just below his sternum- the mark of his vampirism.
× Light stubble, faint mustache; he tends to the hair about his face better than the strands on his head.
× His skin used to be a light bronze, now paler with a dusky hint. Occasional dark specks dot his lower eyelids and nose.
× His eyes are a rich amber, the top view of a pot of melted gold with the bottomless pit at its center.
× His armor is knightly, the plates' weight do not hinder him as he snipes away with every nock of an arrow. He keeps his armor optimal, furnishing the steel plates about the chest and mid-torso until they are only the color of their surroundings with a few scratches and the leather underneath remains a smooth black. He manages the metal himself, and pays (or charms, should he desire) a tailor to do the leather. Deep red cloth drapes around his thighs from beneath the leather.
× His gauntlets are the only part not of the same material, but instead a fingerless ebony.
× A red scarf bunches up around his neck and shields his lower face should he find it difficult to keep his fangs at bay.
× He carries a dark journal with more scratches than his armor to log investigations, and memorizes almost every face he so much as glances at.
× He wields an ebony greatbow, and his quiver is colorful with a variety of salvaged arrows placed at his lower back. A knife of folded steel is secured to the right of his bow.
× His voice is low, rough, a little sour. He has a heavy slur, in which an "s" will occasionally sound like a "z" and every "r" is purred.
× He has a strong build, though he has a little more lissomeness than the average brute soldier. He stands around 6"2.
Skills
× Advanced speed and near-endless stamina due to vampirism allows for efficiency in evasion.
× He prefers long range to close combat; his bow over his knife. Were either to be unavailable, he can use his own body, his vampirism is a bonus.
× He is excellent with his quick-thinking and he accurately identifies weak points.
× He snoops and picks locks. He usually only carries five picks. It is all he needs.
× He can tolerate poison, his Redguard blood is to thank. He is immune to long-term diseases, for he but a walking corpse.
× He is prone to be intimidating, and his persuasion is only a lesser, passive version of that.
× As a sniper, he has a fair level of stealth, but only from a distance.
× He is far-sighted, which allows for precision from long-distances.
× His kills are swift. He does not let his opponent suffer, dreading what will become of him if he basked in an enemy's suffering.
× Smart with horseback, whether it's combat or fleeing.
× With his vampirism comes an ability to cast his body into a fit of smoke, harmless and unable to be harmed. It is used only in bursts, making for seeping through cracks and dashing across wide gaps, never into homes unless he is invited. Rarely does he use it - it creates a sense of suffocating comfort.
× For a creature so powerful, he will kneel to silver and flee from fire.
Personality
He is reserved and mildly pessimistic. His face at rest is not quite a scowl, but he appears unapproachable. He is terrible at expressing his care. He acts phlegmatic. He is distrusting. He will not react to anything if he is galled. With the greatest of his wrath comes brutality; he becomes volatile. His straightforwardness is more rude than honest. His casual tone is boorish, making it difficult at times to identify sincereness or sarcasm. Skepticism comes naturally, and he refrains his utterance of it. He is assertive. His alignment aside, there is always faint disapproval in his brow when a reasonable law is broken, as if he is restraining visible judgement. He talks only loud enough to sound audible and maintains sternness without making the presence of his teeth too obvious. He is witty with his dark, dry humor. He is stubborn with his morals, only breaking them in exchange for something greater. He tries to correct his bitterness when he catches it. When he recognizes pessimism in his speech, he ceases talk. He is rational; he will listen. He does not attach without difficulty, but when trust is fought for and earned, he is unforgivingly loyal. He is humble, but unsure of how to respond to admiration. He has an abundance of self-control. He is watchful out of curiosity and because he feels he must be.
Likes
× Daytime
× Fire, When He Isn't Assaulted By It
× His Duties as a Detective
Dislikes
× Swimming
× Guilt
× Overthinking
× Wolves
× Pretentious Attitude
× Riften
Fears
× Being Manipulated
× Being Controlled
× Abandonment
History
Cedrida was once a soldier. He fought wars only occasionally, however.
Cedrida was born into the Legion, with his father (the source of his imperial blood) already being a well-respected figure. Unlike the rest, Cedrida was trained to have more finesse than his foolhardy counterparts. He can be considered akin to an assassin, without the rebellious mind. He became known as Spadille (The Ace of Spades), as he was highly valued for his role.
Cedrida's father was good-natured. Friendly, unoffensive jokes regarding how his father was enamored with a Redguard were common. The jokes had mirth no more when the woman was on display in their own home, with her neck rived around a corner of her jaw.
His father suffered the same fate after two years of mourning and ensuring his son would not be marked for the same doom.
Cedrida had to be curious for the duties that required a spy. The connection between his parents' deaths and many others reported conflicted him too much to not start searching. That's when he saw them. Documents, seemingly hit-lists, were on display for his eyes.
His father's name presented itself on the parchment, bisected by a stripe of ink. Below it was his very own first name followed by his mother's surname. Curiosity kills. On cue, he had seen the traitor's face just as he was bashed into the wall. This was the first time he ever raised his voice above a strict demand.
He tore out the man's cold heart with his own blade. He sat, watching the man die slowly, and his own heart began to feel unfeeling. This man was a vampire, and also second-in-command at the time. The highest command was killed shortly (and permanently) before Cedrida, and the Ace never knew. Clutching his torso, Cedrida burned the body until it was nothing but ash, and he laid down on the opposite end of the room.
He woke up to a damp sensation. He was cocooned in fine fabrics, heavy with water from the roaring falls. Whoever sent him away never succeeded in getting him to Sovngarde. He lives with the fact that he essentially faked his death.
As if Meridia pitied him.
