Name:
Dreet-Na

Age:
77 – Born 4E 124.

Race:
Argonian

Class:
Scholar
- Focus on mage type abilities, however his primary focus is knowledge.

Appearance:
Dreet-Na appears as most would expect of an Argonian , primarily reptilian in nature – the intricacies of his features lost to most who are not of his race. His scales were once a shimmering shade of green mixed with bright hues of black and yellow, however they have dulled with age and now he appears a dark murky green colour. The crown of his skull has a ring of short horns dominated by two large horns facing backwards, giving him a somewhat limited choice when it comes to head-gear, no helms other than those made specifically for him seeming to fit – because of this he wears no headgear other than the raised hood of his cloak. He is generally shrouded by his cloak, the fabric showing its considerable use with its somewhat tatty nature. It once was a beautiful ornate robe, however now the colours are faded and covered in dirt and grime accumulated from the many roads he has travelled. His eyes are a piercing shade of green flecked with golden-yellows, again showing his clear reptilian nature.

Personality:
Dreet-Na has a somewhat unpredictable nature, often dominated primarily by his mood. He is often stoic and moody, keeping to himself and sharing little more than a grumble with those he speaks with, often dropping generous amounts of sarcasm or disdain into the conversation. Other times, especially when he is fascinated by some piece of information or lore he is giddy and excitable, chattering away like a foolish hatchling. When intoxicated he is generally merry and care-free, even considered a joker – unless of course he is in a foul mood in which case the intoxication serves to make it much much worse.

He is fascinated by all things arcane and divine, and has what most would call an unquenchable thirst for knowledge, it is this need for information which drives him in practically every choice he makes.

Bio:
Dreet-Na was born the son of an Argonian mother who lived in a small Argonian community on the northern outskirts of the Black Marsh constantly besieged by slavers from Morrowind. His father was killed shortly after his birth and he was raised solely by his mother who was a priestess devoted to worship of the Hist. His upbringing was considered normal for an Argonian, but he never felt truly at home amongst the swamps and marshes that littered his homeland – his mind bored with the limited information he had access to, and as soon as he could he left to travel to Cyrodiil and find his way in the world. He joined a group of mages in Leyawiin, happy to lock himself away and study the numerous tomes and scrolls the group had accumulated, that was until the Thalmor invaded and destroyed the city – Dreet-Na barley managing to escape with his life with the assistance of another member of the guild. Furious at the loss of what he had come to see as his personal collection of books and scrolls he became a travelling recluse, seeking to liberate sources of knowledge wherever possible (or lacking that to learn and later record himself). It is this self-appointed task which has dominated his life. He eventually took up residence within a very sheltered and formally deserted monastery located in the northern most mountains of Hammerfell, and again everything seemed as it should be. That was until he returned one day after a long journey to recover a piece of lost lore regarding the Oblivion Crisis to discover the monastery destroyed by dragon-fire, his fellow scholars all dead and the vast collection they had gathered mostly destroyed. His life’s work once more lost he vowed to find out all he could about the returning dragons, and to if possible find the key to once more vanquishing them from this world.

Equipment:
Dreet-Na has no armour other than his robes, though he has several magic rings which grant him considerable protection to both magic and physical damage – having kept him alive on numerous occasions.

He carries an old Ayleid style dagger, unique in its appearance although it resembles an elven dagger. It is more so a last resort and kept for its historical value.

He has a satchel which never leaves his side, filled with numerous tomes and scrolls, the surviving remnants of his life’s work. It also contains a large amount of junk both valuable and otherwise – the satchel itself almost seeming to contain vastly more than you would think possible.

Other:
Dreet-Na, like most Argonians, despises Khajiits – although his reasoning is much more personal. He blames them for foolishly believing in the Aldmeri Dominion and their claim that they resolved the Void nights crisis, before allowing them to launch their attack on the empire through the northern areas of Elsweyr – placing a large portion of the blame for his original collection’s destruction on them as a race. He also is not a fan of Mer for the exact same reason.

He also smokes heavily, a habit picked up in the Alik'r desert.

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Name:
Qa’skil

Age:
41

Race:
Khajiit

Class:
Thief/Scoundrel

Appearance:
Qa’skil cares very little for his appearance, his fur generally being dirty and matted in places. He is a primarily dark golden colour, however he looks almost grey or black due to the built up layer of dirt which covers the lighter patches of his coat. His right eye is permanently shut, a faint trio of scars running from his brow down through his eye and to his cheek, a result of a claw to the face in his youth which has left him permanently blinded in that eye – though now faded and aged the scars will remain with him for the rest of his life. He does possess an eye-patch however rarely remembers to wear it. His clothing was once of the finest quality, but neglect and wear have reduced them to mismatched tatty rags, though he occasionally obtains some fresh item it never takes very long until it is covered in dirt or torn somehow.

Personality:
Qa’skil is filled with so many lies and mistruths he is no longer certain what is true and what is not, he is a compulsive liar and also somewhat a kleptomaniac. He lives his life mostly one day at a time with little regards to the long term plan, deep down he is selfish and egocentric, believing himself to be more intelligent and generally better than the vast majority of other people, other than the very rare few who managed to make an impression on him and become his ‘friends’. He lacks empathy and kindness, though is skilled at pretending he doesn’t – if he really wanted to he could pretend to be a normal and upstanding member of any community, but he has simply lost the interest in pretending these days. He has a darkness to him which he keeps hidden from all but himself, a voice within him that speaks to him and tempts him to do things occasionally unspeakable in nature, though realistically this is just a part of him which allows him to escape responsibility for the darkest acts he commits. When he wants to Qa’skil can behave in an incredibly charismatic and charming way, seemingly attractive in a roguish manner, he can be very skilled at getting what he wants.

Bio:
Qa’skil was once an unimportant noble in the southern half of Elsweyr, the kingdom of Pelletine, however through reasons he keeps to himself he was forced to leave his native land and become a wanderer of Tamriel. His past is shrouded in mystery and deception and he very rarely speaks the truth when asked of it. During his travels he has not worked a single honest day, and instead survives by preying on others through a combination of theft, deception and worse. He has been a Skooma addict since he can remember, and often fondly looks back upon his time in Pelletine when he was able to indulge himself to his heart’s desire on the drug, but now must scrounge what he can at whatever price it is available, often a difficult task so far from his homeland. He attempts to make this task easier by becoming a dealer of the substance himself when he has access to a large enough supply, his many contacts in the illegal trade of Skooma (though generally very distant) remember his name and if they receive any contact from him will do their best to get the necessary ‘supplies’ sent his way.

Recently Qa’skil has been traveling the lands of Skyrim, enjoying the chaos that has been left in the wake of the civil war tearing the land asunder after a rather sizable bounty was placed upon his head by House Redoran of Morrowind due to his actions on Solstheim. Now pursued by Morag Tong assassins he keeps himself as low profile as possible, lest someone find out about the bounty and betray his location. He regularly sends misleading messages all over Tamriel to deliberately give the impression that he is based elsewhere to draw them off, though he is certain they have now tracked him to Skyrim and as such he keeps himself as alert as possible to their presence and is especially distrusting of any Dunmer he meets.

Equipment:
In terms of weaponry Qa’skill has a wooden bow and quiver filled with iron arrows, though he has some skill he is far from an expert marksman. He also carries a glass dagger, his oldest possession, being that it was forged specifically for him in his homeland.

He wears very little protective clothing, preferring to act as more of a stealthy shadow than a warrior. He also avoids any fair fight wherever possible, deception and cunning being his primary tools. He also has a great deal of skill in acrobatics, dodging and avoiding attacks over enduring them, he considers that any true skill in combat stems from not being hit by your opponent and eliminating them before they can strike in the first place.

He always carries his Skooma pipe on his person, preferring to smoke the substance over drinking it, though when it really comes down to it he isn’t that picky as long as he gets his next fix. He tries to have at the very least seven days’ worth of the drug, comprising of fourteen small vials wrapped carefully in with his thieves tools, all bound together in a leather carrying case. He also has a small bundle of raw moonsugar, for if the situation ever becomes desperate enough to attempt to refine some Skooma himself.

Other:
Qa’skil takes as little notice as possible at the events of the world around him, as such he is not aware of the Dovahfeyn and the meeting atop High Hrothgar – though he is of course aware of the Dragon’s spreading over the land.