Name: An-Ze Xemlures, The Dragon-Slayer Age: 26 Gender: Male Race: Argonian Appearance: [hider=An-Ze][img]http://img02.deviantart.net/0022/i/2012/092/2/1/argonian_warrior_by_canius-d4tju3j.jpg[/img][/hider] An-Ze stands at 5 feet and 11 inches with a broad, muscular build. His scales are a murky/green with sand colored highlights around his neck and face and along some parts of his body. He has black dots along his cheekbones and uniquely, bright green highlights under his yellow eyes. Horns adorn his jaw and chin and two large horns sprout out on either side of head. A small plume of bright green feathers sprouts on the top of his head. He has three large scars on the left side of his face from a flanged mace. An-Ze wears a set of armor designed and built by himself using the bones of the dragons he has slain. The green spotted fabric that binds the armor pieces together allows him to move more freely and comfortably through the water while wearing his armor. He got the inspiration for such a design from his own webbed fingers and feet. His shield is made of dragon bone as well. He wields a classic one handed nordic war axe. An-Ze's werewolf form is incredibly unique and rare, as not a lot of Argonians have the ability to transform. His transformation combines his reptilian elements with the elements of a beast. [hider=An-Ze's Transformation][img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/58/63/ea/5863ea7c04fd18d44c7c76d6ad16babe.jpg[/img][/hider] Biography: An-Ze was born in Black Marsh on the 181st year of the fourth era. His tribe were travelers of the coast, only going inland via rivers and marshes to hunt and trade. From an early age, An-Ze learned to love the ocean and the water. He felt at home in the water more than anywhere else. An-Ze had many brothers and sisters who he loved and hated on different levels, as siblings do, but at the end of the day he always managed to put aside whatever issues he had with them to stand by their side. Life wasn't easy at times, but it was a good one and An-Ze was content. But his love of the water ended up being his downfall. At ten years old, An-Ze was swimming farther out in the ocean than he ever had. It was dusk and he was too preoccupied to notice the Dunmer slave ship cruising up silently behind him. There was a few moments of intense struggle before everything went black. When he awoke, he was in the brig, sailing to a land that was cold, hard, and bitter. Skyrim. They arrived in Skyrim in the late summer, in Winterhold. An-Ze sat in the ship for a whole day before he was dragged out by large white creatures with yellow hair. This was the first time An-Ze had ever seen a man or mer, for that matter. All of a sudden, the young Argonian was a dockworker for a trading company who was paid next to nothing. An-Ze learned to fear and hate the nords quickly, the city guards always keeping an eye on him and the other Argonians as well as the dunmer. An-Ze also learned to fight street style quickly, as the streets of Winterhold are dangerous for a young Argonian. He always carried around a cheap knife he used to clean the scales off of fish. Despite these measures, he never had to hurt anyone, perferring to talk his way out of a sticky situation. An-Ze knew if he hurt a nord he'd be killed without trial or ceremony either by a mob or the winterhold guard themselves. He lived this way for 6 years, saving enough money to get out of winterhold without the trading company sending men after him. An-Ze finally escaped the city when he was 16 years old. He paid off a middle manager to erase his name from the ledger and bought an old sword, a cloak, and some clothes. An-Ze left in the dead of night, determined to make his way in the world. He knew he couldn't go back to Black Marsh, it would take years to find his family and who knows if he would even survive the trip there. No, his fight was here in Skyrim. He would make something of himself and shove the nord's faces in it. An-Ze hated them, but he had to adopt their ways to succeed in their backward society. So he began to do odd jobs, slowly learning how to fight as he worked. More years passed and one day An-Ze was traveling to Whiterun after completing a bounty job when he happened upon The Companions fighting a dragon. At 20 years old, An-Ze had never been more terrified in his life looking at that hulking monster. But as he drew his blade, he felt liberated and he charged into the fray. Dodging spurts of fire and razor sharp claws, he had never face something so fearsome. When he plunged his blade hilt deep into the dragon's eye and it fell to the ground, An-Ze never felt more powerful and alive. Upon seeing the young Argonian slay the dragon, he was promptly offered a position in the companions and was taken to see Kodlak. An-Ze was accepted into The Companions. From then on, An-Ze sky rocketed in his martial prowess. He took on all kinds of jobs and excelled in them, but the fights he looked forward to the most was the dragons. He went out of his way to seek dragons wherever they may be found, long after the dragon born had defeated Alduin. There certainly was no shortage. When he was 23, a skilled warrior struck him in the head with a mace, giving him the scar he has toady. Needless to say, that warrior was paid back in full. An-Ze's reputation began to spread as he killed more dragons, leading him to be invited to more 'elite' events by the 1% of Skyrim and the empire. He detested the events, but he knew the need of contacts so he went occasionally. It was at an Imperial state party that he met Hector Sibbassius. An-Ze found that he enjoyed talking with the man, clearly another warrior unlike the stiffs that usually attended these parties. He left feeling he had met someone who could do something worthwhile. Another year passed and An-Ze was allowed into The Circle, the greatest warriors of The Companions, where he received the beast blood. However, he was a unique beast as an Argonian and was more reptile than wolf. Regardless, An-Ze was accepted into The Circle with open arms. Now An-Ze had even more personal power to combat his enemies and with such power he took on more dragons. By his 26th birthday, An-Ze had slain 12 dragons by himself and three with the help of the companions or others. The now seasoned warrior recieved a letter from Hector Sibbassius about a special mission, high pay and legendary status. It would take them to Valenwood, now practically a war zone. Something inside An-Ze jumped at such an opportunity and three days later, he was on the road to meet Hector... [u][i][b][WIP, Will tag when finished. Writing in spurts to avoid burning out.][/b][/i][/u] Personality: Skills: This covers everything, from combat to magic to stealth to miscellaneous. I'll be pretty free-form about this but none of our characters are prophesied Heroes. Restrain yourselves. Your character can't be an expert in everything. This goes double for mages, so restrict your character to one or two schools of magic. Equipment: List everything they bring with them, not just weapons and armor. Other: Anything I forgot that you want to mention. Please submit your characters in this thread. After I've approved of them, you can post them in the Characters tab. Don't rush yourselves. It's highly unlikely I will start the roleplay until next weekend.