Fantasy Skyrim

[MrMopp]

@MrMopp, please edit this post to include the character/sign-up information.

 

[Scottybird Corvus]

@MrMopp


Noice! Do you want us to make our own CS's, or do you want us to follow a format?

 

[MrMopp]

I did not have a particular format in mind. Have at it.

 

[MrMopp]

(I'd write a format if I had time)

 

[Beaurmont]

Name:

Iszara Jalieer ''Izzy''

Race:

Redguard

Age:

22

Height:

5'6

Appearance:

Iszara is a Redguard woman with with shoulder-length dark black hair, deep blue curious eyes and a dark complexion. She has a beauty mark under her left eye, for which she says she channels all her 'mystic energies', and deep scars on her stomach and right hand. She normally wears light apprentice robes, and is seen carrying a family heirloom staff.

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Personality:

Izzy is a maelstrom of emotions, but usually she is quite eccentric and sarcastic. Headstrong, aggressive, and rather wise for her age, she tackles all hurdles in front of her with full confidence. Refusing to give up, always exclaiming there is an answer for everything. She is sometimes seen as a know-it-all, or conceded. For some reason, she has a family saying for most situations, whether they were actually said or she's making it up as she goes is still unknown. "One can only be the best, if they believe themselves to be the best. My grandfather told me that one!"

Background:

"None of your business...Alright?!"

Very little is known of her past, especially since she intends to keep it that way. The only person she has told any decent amount of information to was her Master, Tularus, whom has sworn secrecy. It is of course no secret she is a Redguard renegade, forced to abandon her home after the great war. She came to Skyrim for opportunity, the chance to join the acclaimed College of Winterhold in hopes of becoming a powerful master of all magics. However, not many see a Redguard use magic, and her family expressed such to her. With a heavy heart, she ignored her families pleas and began journeying across Tamriel.

Likes:

Food, partying, potions, learning new magic, jokes.

Dislikes:

'Annoying people', drunkards, Thunder.

Profession:

Apprentice Conjuration/Illusion/Alchemy

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NPC


Name:

Tularus Ceceiio

Age: 76

Race: Imperial

Appearance:

Personality: Tularus is not one to make friends, and prefers to keep to himself in most situations. Around his student, he is knowledgeable and patient, but around others he is blunt and wary.

Background: An expert in multiple forms of magic, from constant years of study, practice and experiments. He was a known scholar who traveled around Cyrodil, giving lessons and passing knowledge to anyone willing to listen. However, after an incident that he won't talk about, Tularus lost the ability to perform magic. Destroyed by this, he took up to drinking and disappeared from all connections.

Somewhere on his way he met up with Iszara and has been travelling with her ever since.




Name: Fannar Sternberg

Age: 44

Race: Nord


Appearance:

Personality: Fannar is a loud and boisterous man, always trying to claim the attention of those around him. Which is not quite hard, as people tend to flock to his side for a good story or joke. The Jarl is charismatic and calculating, which is probably what helped earned him his wealth. He is a different Nord , as he sees wealth, power and rank in society as badges of great strength. He believes being a renowned warrior is savagery, and is a custom that should die out. He, and his wife are against their sons acts as a mercenary and want him to practice commerce and education.

Background: Before his time as Jarl, Fannar took much of his time looking into economy, merchandise and how he could use the trade caravans to further strengthen his business. He sold weapons, food, armor, clothes, tools, whatever the buyer desired. After his father's death, the previous Jarl "Gray Fist", he took over the city's management and began building it up as a growing hub of trade. Now, he looks to groom his own kin into a well adjusted and successful businessmen. If only his eldest son weren't so stubborn...

 

[The Velveteen Rabbit]

• Basics
• Personal
• Other

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  Name
  
  
  Eletha Talandren
  
  
  Age
  
  
  20 years old
  
  
  Gender
  
  
  Female
  
  
  Race
  
  
  High Elf
  
  
  Family
  
  
  -Aerilaya (mother) and Senos (father) Talandren - both deceased
  
  
  
  
  
  -Neldor Talandren (grandfather) - Alive, is currently involved with the Thalmor; his whereabouts are unknown
  
  
  -Aurae Talandren (grandmother) - deceased
  
  
  -Aerendyl Talandren (older brother) - Alive, is currently involved with the Thalmor; he resides somewhere in Skyrim
  
  
  
  
  
  Homeland
  
  
  Summerset Isles - currently living in Skyrim, in the town of Whiterun
  
  
  Occupation
  
  
  Personal mercenary/Housecarl for Jarl
  
  
  Appearance
  
  
  Eletha is a woman often described as beautiful, despite her intimidating stance; a toned yet slender bodice with long legs, a heart-shaped face, full pink lips, large golden eyes, and wavy blonde hair that falls down between her shoulder blades and stops just above her tailbone. Her skin is pale, exaggerating the color of her eyes and hair greatly in comparison. Like her brother, she has no scars or blemishes, or even tattoos for that matter.
  
  
  Often dressed in her usual attire; a full set of expensive, polished Steel armor, along with an Ebony sword sitting in a sheathe attached to the side of her greaves. Eletha is rarely seen without this armor on.
  
  
  
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  Personality
  
  
  Stubborn, hardheaded, and reserved; it seems Eletha's expression is always twisted into a serious frown. She rarely shows compassion, even to the ones she closely associates herself with. Although it is unknown why, it takes quite a long time for Eletha to open up to someone, and she will hardly express anything else but hostility towards them until she does. Like many other High Elves, Eletha can be a bit... cocky. But only when someone disrespects her. Earning Eletha's respect is difficult, since she seems to hold grudges and does not forgive easily.
  
  
  Despite her being a woman, and a High Elf at that, Eletha is extremely skilled in the art of swordsmanship, and has been training ever since she was a little girl. Throughout the years, this skill has hardened her core, and although many do not believe it, Eletha fears nothing. It is extremely rare to see her stumble in a time of danger. Instead of panicking, she is calm and collected in a fight, and not to mention, completely ruthless.
  
  
  Biography
  
  
  Born on the Summerset Isles into a family of noble High Elves, many members of her family were highly respected, due to their dedication and loyalty to the Thalmor. When Eletha was only four years old, her parents disappeared for an unknown mission and never returned. The cause of their deaths were uncertain. Due to this, little Eletha was placed into the hands of her arrogant older brother Aeren, who raised her in Skyrim alongside their grandfather who she rarely ever saw.
  
  
  Her brother, being the selfish and inconsiderate man he is, treated her like no more than dung. Eventually, Eletha had to raise herself because Aeren refused to have anything to do with her. She befriended a blacksmith in the city of Whiterun, who trained and taught her how to fight in battle. Before his death, the blacksmith bestowed his sword to Eletha as a gift, which was a beautifully forged Ebony sword. Even to this day, she continues to carry and use this sword as a prized possession.
  
  
  When Eletha was of age, she began making a name of herself as an adventurer, soon returning to Whiterun after she turned 19. She had come to know Jarl Stenberg quite well throughout her years of residing in Whiterun, and they became associated with one another surprisingly fast. After seeing how well she could fight, the Jarl appointed her his own personal mercenary, and to this day, Eletha continues to stay protectively by his side, despite her brother's disapproval of the act.
  
  
  Likes
  
  
  • Being respected
    
  • Showing off (although this is very subtle)
    
  • Adventuring/Exploring new areas
    
  • Swordsmanship
    
  
  
  
  Dislikes
  
  
  • Arrogant, cocky bastards (even though she can be one herself at times)
    
  • Any kind of magic
    
  • Drunkards and distasteful brawls (finds them brutish)
    
  • Losing
    
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Misc. Information
  
  
  
  
  
  • Eletha owns a brown and white speckled horse by the name of Imnir, said to be faster than most horses in Skyrim. She bought him near the beginning of her time as an adventurer after receiving a large sum of inheritance money from her deceased parents, and over the years, the two have become inseparable. Being the stubborn and temperamental horse he is, Imnir seems to dislike anyone who is NOT Eletha, and is highly protective of his owner. As for his personality, he is extremely energetic and eager, always wanting to gallop for hours on end despite his inability to do so.
  
  
  
  
  
  • From her time as an adventurer, Eletha became quite close with a Khajiit named Ra'jiir Kimanni. It is unknown why the two lost contact with each other.
    
  
  
  
  
  
  • Eletha has a weakness for animals that not many people know about.
    
  
  
  
  
  
  • She is skilled in the art of bowmanship. Eletha learned this skill around the same time she was learning how to use a sword, taught by the currently deceased blacksmith, Gregnar Krenlock. She prefers to use the bow and arrow as a secondary weapon, however.
    
  
  
  
  
  
  • Although she doesn't talk about it or mention it very often, Eletha admires Auri-El, also known as Akatosh, the Dragon God of Time.
    
  
  
  
  
  
  • She has had contact with the Dark Brotherhood in the past. It is unknown or unspoken of if Eletha is acquainted with them in way.
    
  
  
  

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[Scottybird Corvus]

Erik Stenberg / Erik Baldersung



Race:

Nord

Age:

25

Gender:

Male




Appearance:

Erik is your classic Nord: Tall, fair skinned, blond hair, incredibly muscular build, and generally bright blue eyes. Ever clad in heavy plate armor, Erik clatters about as he rides his powerful draft horse throughout Skyrim. Although most of his skin is covered, and what isn't can be noted to be decorated by scars and periodic tattoos. His hefty right forearm bears the mark of Talos emblazoned in black ink, and his left shoulder the mark of Hircine in red. If you were to see him with his breastplate and shirt removed, you would notice the bold white quartet of scars running down the front of his chest like a set of massive claws had raked his torso. If asked, he'll say they were from a wolf, although they seem to be the wrong pattern and size altogether for that. His armor has a dark tint to it, looking almost burnt in comparison to the shield that hangs from his horse's side. His whole appearance is offset by a huge great-sword that sits on his back, the its crackling while in use, although oddly dormant when left alone. All of Erik's armor bears an emblem resembling a dragon's skull with a broken tooth in white paint, and his sword has the same emblem engraved in the pommel.




Relationships:

Fannar Stenberg - Father


Brenda Østergård - Mother


Albin Baldersung - Surrogate father and combat trainer (deceased)


Nir - Steed and best friend




Personality:

Erik is generally a fun loving person, always looking for a good laugh and a great time. He strongly enjoys a hardy brew and revels in a decent fight - be it a brawl, a friendly wrestle or even a fight to the death. Well reasoned and logical, Erik knows when to shout (not a Thu'um, just shouting), when to draw his sword, when to stay silent and when he is outmatched. Erik is incredibly quick on his feet, adapting to brand new situations easily - a trait that has allowed him to live as long as he has as an adventurer. When it comes to working with others, Erik is always doubtful of their claimed abilities until he has seen proof as he has been the victim of many the braggart's failure during a mission before. It has been noted that Erik has a soft spot for children and small animals, although the term "small" has been debated as he is very fond of wolfhounds.




Likes:

Dogs, horses, big swords, those red mountain flowers, Talos, adventure




Dislikes:

Braggarts, most domestic cats, Drauger (not dead enough), religious zelots




Occupation:

Mercenary and adventurer




Background:

Born inside the halls of Dragonsreach, Erik Stenberg was the third to be born under the family name, but was the first son of the family. As he grew, Erik's father (Fannar Stenberg) hired countless tutors to instruct his son in all things befitting of a leader, meaning topics ranged from history to economics to architecture to swordplay. It was the last of those topics that Erik took to the most.


Erik's combat instructor was a mighty Nordic adventurer by the name of Albin Baldersung, and had been questing through all of Tamriel for nearly 15 years. He was in his prime, and was more than happy to train with the Jarl's own men, teach them what he knew and learn from them. When he was given the assignment of teaching the young Erik he took up the task with some hesitation. However, he quickly found his little charge an eager student and an even more eager listener. Erik would constantly beg his tutor for stories of his time as an adventurer, and Albin found that he was more than happy to oblige.


As time went on, Erik would often skip his other lessons to visit Albin and learn more from him, a fact that Fannar was very upset by. When Erik was 13 Fannar canceled his son's sessions with the swords master. The lad flew into a rage when he heard the news, marching into the main hall of Dragonsreach and attempted to shatter Numinex's skull. Before he was stopped the boy successfully broke off one of the dragon's teeth and was quickly restrained after. During the struggle, Erik grabbed the tooth and held on to it the whole way up to his chambers, somehow hiding it after another almost successful attempt to escape his captors.


Afterwards, Erik spent three solid months in perfect isolation in his room, letting only Albin and his mother see him. Even after he came back out Erik still refused to speak to his father for a year and started training sessions in secret with Albin at night, learning in the shadow of the Skyforge. Eventually these sessions were discovered and put to an end, but Erik was persistent and continued to find ways to train with his favorite tutor.


Once Erik reached the age of adulthood Fannar planned a feast in his eldest son's honor and a trip to four of the other Holds to introduce him to their Jarls. When Erik learned of his fate, he fell back upon a plan he had formed during his three months of isolation. He quickly gathered supplies to last, raided the armory for a solid set of armor and a weapon and stole two prized horses from the stables, running away into the night with Albin right behind.


Not long after stories of the Jarl's son attacking bandit camps or wandering giants quickly began to ring all throughout Skyrim, all of them speaking to his strength and honor in battle, each describing him as riding in like thunder on a horse with fur as black as shadow and with an older archer riding by his side on a pure white steed. However, as time went on stories of the missing son became so popular a tale to tell in mead-halls and small gatherings that it became impossible to tell what was truth and what was fantasy. It took a few years, but soon enough the tall-tales began to die down, the mystique behind the two riders disappearing as quickly as it came. Still some stories survived, evolving into the typical grand hero stories so much as to make Erik and Albin out to be like the Daedric Princes.


Now, 9 years since Erik ran away, a messenger from Dawnstar has arrived in the halls of Dragonsreach give tell the Jarl news that just might be real: Three days earlier an armored warrior atop a pitch black stallion rode into the city with a snow white mare in tow. Upon arrival he commission a casket to be made of Pale-Moon Ebony for an older male Nord fitting Albin's description. While the messenger never saw the warrior remove his helmet, he knew the tales knew that this rider was supposed to be Fannar's lost son. When asked where the dead man was born, the warrior replied "Whiterun".


It has been two weeks since this news arrived.

 

[The Velveteen Rabbit]

• Basics
• Personal

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  Name
  
  
  Aerendyl Talandren (Aeren for short)
  
  
  Age
  
  
  31 years old
  
  
  Gender
  
  
  Male
  
  
  Race
  
  
  High Elf
  
  
  Homeland
  
  
  Summerset Isles, but lives in Skyrim (Markarth to be more specific) for the time being
  
  
  Occupation
  
  
  Commander of the Thalmor Justiciars - assigned in Markarth, the Understone Keep
  
  
  Appearance
  
  
  Like most young male elves, Aeren's body is lean and softly lined with muscle. He stands at the height of 6'2, with broad shoulders and an upright posture. His facial features add to his attractiveness; a chiseled face and a clearly defined jawline, stunning emerald eyes, a daring smile, and long white hair that rests slightly below his shoulders. Aeren's skin is generally smooth to the touch, and is tinted a light yellowish color. Scars or blemishes have never harbored on his skin, adding to the already flawless nature of it.
  
  
  Being the commander of the Justiciars, Aeren is rarely seen without his Thalmor robes, which consist of the colors black and gold. The fabric is delicately stitched and finely made. He also has a set of golden Elven battle armor that he puts on before dangerous missions, but only for that specific occasion. Most of the time, he can be seen wearing his Thalmor robes.
  
  
  
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  Personality
  
  
  Aeren is impatient and hot-tempered, prone to outbursts of anger that can often be labeled as 'over-dramatic'. He can occasionally be charming and friendly, however this is hardly ever genuine. Most of the time he expects obedience and respect from the people around him simply because of his position in the Thalmor Embassy. When it comes down to his sister, Aeren is extremely unkind to Eletha, and always has been. He taunts her and treats her like a child on purpose, and seeing her grow angry seems to be his own sick version of personal entertainment. To put things quite frankly, Aeren views Eletha as his property, and will gladly sell her or marry her off to some rich man just to receive a fair trade of money and riches.
  
  
  Aeren is a man who is highly ambitious, and delusional to reality. He sees himself as a 'being of superiority', and will take anything less than an insult. Anyone he views as inferior will be treated horribly and disrespectfully, unless they can win him over with gifts and compliments of flattery. But sometimes even that isn't enough.
  
  
  Biography
  
  
  Born and raised in Summerset Isles, Aeren was not introduced to the Thalmor Embassy until later on in his life, when he was around the age of 13. With most of his family being involved with the Thalmor in the first place, it wasn't a surprise Aeren began following in their footsteps, and soon was training alongside his father in Skyrim. His sister, Eletha, was born shortly after he'd joined the Embassy back on the Summerset Isles, much to his surprise. After their parent's deaths, his sister was sent to live with him and their grandfather in Skyrim. However, they had never been close, and Aeren found himself despising her over time.
  
  
  As the years passed, it became apparent Eletha was against the idea of the Thalmor, despite her family's involvement. At this point, Aeren wanted nothing to do with her, and her bias opinions towards the Embassy seemed to increase his hatred for her. Deciding to completely abandon his sister, Aeren left their small home in Whiterun and began living in the official base of the Thalmor Embassy with his grandfather. His sister, after all, had proven she no longer needed his help, since she was of age and could care for herself.
  
  
  It had been many years since Aeren had seen his sister, and since then, he had been appointed Commander of the Thalmor Justiciars, and was now residing in Markarth for secretive reasons. He, however, has plans to pay a visit to his dear sister, who apparently had returned to Whiterun after three years of traveling on her own.
  
  
  Likes
  
  
  
  
  
  • When people obey him/flatter him
    
  • Magic (specifically Destruction type)
    
  • Being viewed as superior, rather than inferior
    
  • Toying with his sister for entertainment
    
  
  
  Dislikes
  
  
  
  
  
  • Offensive slurs towards his race
    
  • Nords (completely despises them)
    
  • Stormcloaks
    
  • Any kind of Talos worship
    
  
  
  

 

[MrMopp]

Name: Baba'i


Race: Khajiit


Age: 18


Appearance: Baba'i is skinny as a beanpole and has brown fur, long ears like a lynx, and ridiculously big eyes that look perpetually surprised. Honestly, she looks like an anorexic jackrabbit that stuck it's paw in a spark plug.


History: Baba'i was something of princess in her homeland, until she ran away and headed north with the traders. A few months ago she got separated from her caravan and has been stranded in skyrim all winter.


Personality:A lost, clueless little house cat. Baba'i might not be stupid, per say, but certainly impulsive, scatterbrained, naïve, oblivious, and overly curious (and you know what they say about cats and curiosity). She is friendly enough, but like most cats she prefers to keep to herself.


While not completely cowardly, Baba'i is easily spooked and prone to panic when frightened.


Likes:


•jewelry and shiny things


•Fancy clothing


•The thrill of a hunt.


Dislikes:


•Head gear that squishes her ears


•wolves


•Snow


•Things that want to eat her, which is everything.


•Skyrim. It looked so much better on the brochure


Fears:


•Death


•Loud noises


•Cucumbers.

 

[Htiaf]

Name: Liette Camorun


Age: 22


Race: Wood Elf


Gender: Female


Homeland: "Elsweyr, obviously. I was formally adopted into the Kothringi tribe when I was five. Long story. I'll tell you sometime!"


Family: "My mother was an Orsimer, and my father was a Khajiit. It made for a very interesting upbringing."


Occupation: Bard


Personality: Liette is quite the character. She's outgoing and friendly, and is always looking for a laugh. If someone wants to find her, they'll generally find her in an inn nearby, entertaining the guests with her songs and stories. Her personal motto? Don't let the truth get in the way of a good story. This plays into stories about herself as well. She's constantly worried that if she tells the truth, people will lose interest in her, or view her as someone she's not. But she's still a good person- she has high standards for herself, and keeps her companion, Marina Drusus (Ian's character), in line. Well, she tries to, but more often than not, ends up being dragged along in her schemes. Her indomitable curiosity often ends up getting the better of her- and those she travels with.


Oh yeah. And she can't keep a secret.


History: Nobody except Marina has any idea about this, as she never tells the same story twice. Marina and Liette met 6 years ago, and set up shop in Skyrim only a year ago. She enrolled in the Bard's College right away, and is currently studying there whenever she and Marina aren't exploring a ruin somewhere.


Likes: Entertaining people, pulling pranks, warm fires, and good company


Dislikes: The cold weather of Skyrim- bad for instruments, Marina's cons, Frost Spiders, spinach, mediocrity, and sitting still

 

[Ian Temero]

Marina Drusus


Lion's Bane
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Age


29





Gender


Female





Race


Imperial





Family


Varius Drusus (Father)


Petronia Drusus (Mother)





Homeland


Marina has no country that she would consider her homeland, but has set up shop (literally) in Solitude, Skyrim.





Occupation


Treasure Hunter/Thief/Merchant


Personality


If there was only one word to describe Marina it would confident. Confident in her looks; confident in her skills; and confident in business. She is the kind of women that laughs in the face of danger, even when death is certain. Of course confidence isn't the only thing that defines her. She enjoys cracking dirty jokes and yet is oblivious when it comes to her own romance. She has a deep love of adventure and uncovering the truth behind legends, but at the same time sees no reason not to make a profit while she's at it. In fact she is always looking for a way to profit from any given situation, much to the chagrin of her companion, Liette Camorun (Htaif's character), and she always gets what she wants whether she has to barter for it, steal it, or fight for it. Despite this she is charitable to those worse off than herself and is always willing to help those in need.


In battle Marina prefers to strike from a distance, firing poison tipped arrow from the shadows upon unsuspecting foes. Should her enemies notice her, she switches to two dragon-bone swords and attacks with speed and ferocity, surprising her opponents with her agility despite wearing heavy armor. She also wields magic but rarely uses it for combat.


Marina has a dark secret that she can't tell anyone as it could mean her life or death. As for what that is... well, you'll just have to wait and find out.





Biography


Born but not raised in Cyrodiil, Marina has spent her entire life traveling Tamriel. Her parents, both mages of the College of Winterhold and archaeologists, would often bring her with them into the ruins they were studying. While many would question the decision to bring a young child into trap filled dungeons, no harm ever came to her and it nurtured in her a love for history and adventure. However there was one thing she couldn't agree with her parents on. Money. Her parents were never interested in making a profit on their finds and only made just enough to travel to the next dig-site. Tiered of being poor, Marina struck out on her own when she only fourteen.


It was shaky at first, scrounging through ruins, sneaking into excavation-sites at night, and stealing relics from nobles that couldn't appreciate what they had, but Marina eventually began to turn a profit and even began making a name for herself. She made a bigger name for herself in Elsweyr at the age of nineteen when she slew a giant werelion that was terrorizing the city of Orcrest. In thanks for her actions, the chieftain of the city adopted her into his tribe and gave her one of his earrings, which she wears to this day. She was also given the name Var-dariit Di Qaraiit, which roughly translates to Killer of the Cat-Person. She has shortened this to Lion's Bane.


Four years later in Valenwood, Marina met a Bosmer girl who was sick of her mundane life. After a brief adventure together, Marina invited Liette Camorun to join her and the two of them have been traveling together since.


Likes

• Adventure
  
• Hunting
  
• History
  
• Money
  
• Good company
  
• Hircine
  

Dislikes

• Bandits (ironically)
  
• Wasting resources
  
• Silver
  
• Dogs
  
• Racism
  

 

[Ian Temero]

Character Completion

Shakina Kader
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Age


18


Gender


Female


Race


Redguard


Family


None


Homeland


Hamerfell


Occupation


None


Personality


TBA


Biography


TBA


Likes


TBA


Dislikes


TBA

 

[Alirofgar]

Name

Enadro Bragor

(En)

Age

21

Gender

Male

Race

Bosmer

Personality

En is a smart ass cut purse who doesn't respect those of the law or those wallowing in riches. En can be found either escaping the law, or chasing after his newest victim. He is really a nice guy, but was just dealt a bad hand at birth. He is loyal to those he deems worthy, and that is it. En will do whatever it takes to keep his family alive and well, and those less fortunate as well. En brings in a lot of money through the black market, and most of his profits go back to the poor and less fortunate. While En will strive to find a peaceful ending to an argument, he is not one to stray away from a battle either.




Family

Unknown

"My father is a no good drunkard, and my mother has disowned us both." Almost no one knows about En's biological family except what he mutters under the influence. He doesnt consider his family to be that of blood, but instead those who have proven worthy of his companionship.

Homeland

Cyridiil, border of skyrim.

Occupation

Cut purse, hustler, thieves guild, black market merchant.

Background

TBA




Likes

Easy Jobs, honey meed, shiny things, good music, odd crowds.




Dislikes

High and mighty attitudes, arrogance, idle threats, the rich.

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