[center][h1][color=9e0b0f]Illium Vethelot[/color][/h1]
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Appearance: 
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[b]Age:[/b] [color=fff200]51[/color]

[b]Race:[/b] [color=fff200]Redguard[/color]

[b]Items and gear:[/b] [color=fff200]Imperial armor (Chestpiece, bracers, and boots.), Brown trowsers, steel shield, and long sword. As most soldiers do, he also carries a dagger positioned on the outside of his right thigh. In his Horse's saddle bags, he has rations to last him a week, two canteens, a bedroll, blankets, and various crumbs that have fallen out during different journeys. [/color]
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Abilities:[/b] [color=fff200]Capable of leading and following men into battle with little fear. Deadly with his blade and meticulous about it's care and handling. Able to sleep just about anywhere due to his old occupation in the Imperial Army. Mediocre with a bow, and plain horrible with diplomacy. [/color]
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Job:[/b] [color=fff200]Ex-Soldier in the Imperial Army[/color]

[b]Bio:[/b] [color=fff200]Growing up in one of the countless farms near Whiterun, Illium heard tales of glory and daring. These occupied his time while he shoveled Hay to the cows and manure from the stables. He dreamed of fighting dragons in his younger years. Though as the time edged closer and closer to his 17th name day, he began to settle more and more into the idea that being a Soldier was mostly just standing around and riding to and fro on business for some lord. When he did officially join, it was exactly what he imagined it would be. He was sent out on countless 'scouting missions' only to return with the same phrase, "Nothing to report, sir!". It was in his late twenties that the Civil War broke out in Skyrim. Forced to then fight with people he had once sworn to protect, the typical mission deviated into brutal battles that either left scars or death in it's wake. No longer did he ever utter the words "Nothing to report". 

Twenty years of fighting left Illium a grizzled soldier with little to say beyond the battlefield. He kept to himself save for when the fighting starts. Even occasionally you might find a smile plastered across the old man's face as he holds his shield up to protect himself or a friend. His life was now focused around battle, and when he found himself up against the very dreams he shared as a child, he shied away. This was some supernatural force beyond ordinary magic. He cowered on the outerwall of Helgen while the dragon made multiple passes across the buttresses and towers beyond. It left the entire town in ruins, and most of the troops that were placed there were dead or dying. 

He set aside his helmet that day and resigned from the Imperial Legion. His guilt was so strong that he remained there to help rebuild and salvage what they could from the wreckage wrought from Alduin. [/color]