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[center][sup][sup][h3]Male Argonian | 25 | Shadow[/h3][/sup][/sup][/center]

[sub][h2]Basic Information[/h2][/sub]
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[indent][b]Birthplace[/b]: Stormhold, Black Marsh

[b]Appearance[/b]: Bones, as he is most commonly referred to, is far from what any rational being would consider 'attractive'. His scales are a pale yellow, his stature is squat and small, almost runty, and his facial features border on 'goofy', with over-sized, pitch-black eyes, and a relatively small mouth. Compared to most Argonians, he looks downright non-threatening, almost child-like.

[b]Background[/b]: Bones was never a popular child. Born under the sign of the Shadow, during a tumultuous time in the Black Marsh, he was set apart from most of his peers to be trained as part of a re-emerging group of 'Shadowscales', Argonian assassins... Unfortunately, with his physical abilities being as they were, the poor boy was quickly ejected from the ranks of his peers, and branded an outcast. He left Black Marsh, and entered Morrowind, where he hoped to find a new purpose in life, and indeed, he did.

One day, during his travels, the young Argonian came upon a strange, toppled statue of a small dragon in the ash, and, thinking it to be a good luck charm, picked it up. He was shocked when the effigy began to speak to him, telling him that it was his calling to fulfill tasks, for a higher power... The Daedric Prince of Tasks and Pestilence, Peryite. Being without purposes as he was, the lizard quickly accepted this task, and took to worshiping the lesser Prince fervently, doing whatever his god asked of him.

For years, he plied his trade twofold: An alchemist providing cure-alls for the sick, and a conjurer providing cheap protection to those in need. Of course, both of these tasks served a hidden purpose: His potions, whilst wonderful for short term relief, were in fact meant to spread pestilence and disease, a blessing from the lord Peryite. His summoning, meanwhile, helped him to hone his abilities to contact those that dwell within Oblivion, to the point where he managed to summon, and sustain, a Clannfear to assist him in his travels, without the need for frequent resummoning.

Of course, one can only hide one's presence as a Daedra worshiper for so long, and once again, Feasts-on-Bones found himself cast out from society, wandering once more, through the province of Morrowind all the way to Skyrim, where he had heard rumors that there were others who served his god. Once there, however, he found a new calling, a new way in which he could serve his Lord: Fighting the Forsworn, to cleanse the Reach of those that once made pacts with his master but now spurned him.

[b]Personality[/b]: Bones is a very happy Argonian, in a way few are. He has found his purpose in life, and as such, believes that nothing can bring him down, so long as he does as he is told, and follows the word of his God without question. This leads to a normally quite cheerful and pleasant demeanor, so long as nothing gets in the way of his 'plans', which tend to be very fluid anyhow.

For a servant of the prince of 'tasks', Feasts-on-Bones can often be found... Off-task, distracted from his work by rather trivial things. This does not mean he is an ineffective servant, nor that he is a fool: Most of his 'free time' is spent concocting new potions with which to spread the glory of Peryite, or seeking more effective methods of Daedra summoning. The Planemeld and Oblivion Crisis are both historical fascinations of his, gleaned mostly through tattered tomes found in ruins he has been 'compelled' to explore by his master.
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[sub][h2]Capabilities[/h2][/sub]
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[b]Skills[/b]: 
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[*]Conjuration Expert
[*]Alchemy Expert
[*]Restoration Adept
[*]Provisioning Apprentice
[*]Medicine Apprentice
[*]One-Handed Blade Novice[/list]
[b]Weaknesses[/b]:
He is a clumsy, frail creature with nearly no ability to lie when in danger, and if cornered, tends to freeze up and panic.
[b]Relations and Affiliations[/b]:
[b][i]Peryite:[/i][/b] His god and master, to whom he is a devoted servant. He does his best to ensure that the will of the Taskmaster is fulfilled at all times.
[b][i]Walks-at-Dusk:[/i][/b] His mother, whom he has not seen in a very, very long time. He misses her, sometimes.
[b]Spells[/b]: 
[i]Conjuration[/i]
Summon Clannfear
Summon Winged Twilight
Summon Familiar
Summon Flaming Familiar
Soul Trap

[i]Restoration[/i]
Lesser Ward
Close Wounds
Healing Hands

[b]Combat Style[/b]: Feasts-on-Bones is a coward and weakling, plain and simple, and in a fair fight, is more likely to flee than stand his ground. He prefers 'subtle' combat such as poisoning an opponent long beforehand, and relies mostly on his summoned companions to protect him from unexpected dangers.

[b]Other Capabilities[/b]: Link to Peryite, combined with the fact that he is an Argonian, makes him nigh-invulnerable to poison and disease.
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[sub][h2]Inventory[/h2][/sub]
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[b]Cash[/b]:
25 Septims
[b]Tools and Crafting Materials[/b]:
Expert Alembic, Expert Calcinator, Expert Mortar & Pestle, Expert Retort
[b]Clothing and Armor[/b]:
Robes of Minor Conjuration, Braided Leather Sandals
[b]Weapon and Ammunition[/b]:
Steel Dagger
[b]Potion and Arcane Supplies[/b]:
Apothecary's Satchel (Glow Dust, Onion, Bonemeal, Lady's Smock)
[b]Jewelry, Valuables and Personal Belongings[/b]:
None.
[b]Books and Documents[/b]:
A journal, detailing his travels and those to whom he has 'spread Peryite's blessing'.
[b]Food, Drinks and Ingredients[/b]:
Five loaves of bread and a waterskin.
[b]Load Bearing Equipment[/b]:
None
[b]Other[/b]: A constant Clannfear companion.
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Made a character with which to test the waters.