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Name:
Brita Malica

Text colour: [colour=Green]Green[/colour]

Age: 
24

Race: 
Imperial

Personality: 
Brita's personality is a… mixed bag. He was primarily raised by his mother who, though capable of being very kind and sweet, was deeply competitive and power hungry. And that rubbed off on Brita, on the surface he seems quite friendly. Possessing a warm smile and, usually, a calm demeanour he hides something underneath, something more fiery and driven. Like his mother he craves power and influence and though his father's name alone may bring that to an extent he is still always seeking out an advantage over his "competition." Which has led to him developing a hot headed streak, getting himself into far more trouble than he can handle.

 Abilities:
Mage: Brita was born under the Mage birthsign and with his parents power and influence, was almost destined to be where he is today. Brita was born in Anvil and spent a lot of time learning from the Mages there about the restoration school of magic. As such that is his primary practice, though he does know various spells from other schools.
Connections: Brita is to put it simply, privileged, his father, though only a minor Noble within the Empire is a Noble nonetheless and this has given Brita many advantages in life over an average Imperial citizen. He knows people far and wide around Cyrodiil after spending many years hanging on his father's coat tails on journeys around the Empire and has gained quite the talent for speechcraft as a result.

Skills: 
Restoration (Expert)
Destruction (Journeyman)
Conjuration (Journeyman)
Speech
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Magic:
Restoration:
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[*]Heal Superior Wounds
[*]Superior Convalescence
[*]Cure Disease
[*]Greater Fortify Magika
[*]Greater Fortify Health
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Destruction:
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[*]Lightning Bolt
[*]Shocking Burst
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Conjuration:
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[*]Summon Flame Atronach
[*]Bound Mace (summoned from own Magika)
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Personal Items: 
Mages Robes.
Malica family ring.

The Lock Box: 
House keys.


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Background: 
Britas' father Tyros Malica is an aging minor Noble in the Empire, with connections to various Imperial institutions and guilds which have helped him build an impressive portfolio. Britas' mother Lyra Malica is a well connected and powerful member of the Imperial Mages College. She too comes from minor Nobility and was only 22 when she married Britas' father who was 56 at the time as his wealth and power would allow her career to advance at an even quicker rate.

It was to this loveless union of convenience that Brita was born after only a year of the couple's matrimony. Brita was a quiet child who spent much of his formative years in the care of various Nannies and private tutors. His father viewed the boy as more of a necessity than a son, something to secure his name and legacy and rather than spend time bonding with his son he would instead travel Cyrodiil and visit his various friends, colleagues and Mistresses. Britas' mother, at the beginning at least, was much the same, distant from her son. Spending much of her time away at the Imperial College using her newfound influence and prestige to climb the power ladder.

It wasn't until Brita was around six years old when, after grasping the ability to read properly he got hold of one of his mother's magical tomes and after a few tries of reading the words cast a fireball which started a fire in his mother's office. From this moment on it was out with the contemporary education, Nannies and private tutors and in with a suddenly overbearing mother teaching the boy everything she knew about magic and when she was unavailable a bevy of his mother's friends and allies with the College were more than eager to teach the boy. And so that was Britas' life for more than a decade, beholden to his mother's wishes for him to be a Mage with little regard for what Brita himself would have liked to do. And with his father absent as usual there was no one to stop her. 

As he grew up Brita would learn the truth regarding his situation and though he would certainly not be happy about it, he also understood the reality that there was very little a teenager could do about it. At 16 his mother would enroll him into the Anvil Mages Guild to get some "real world experience." Though initially he was resentful of this as he wasn't asked about joining first, he was simply sent there one day with a packed bag. Brita would struggle within the guild for the first year or so as though he had certainly become talented at the magical arts his people skills were far from ideal. He had become a quintessential privileged teenager in the years since his mother had gone from absent to overbearing seemingly overnight. Lacking any real friends or the ability to make any he would spend much of his time in the guild alone, he would sleep alone, eat alone and practice alone. The only time any other guild member would really engage with him would be when they needed him to do something.

His luck on the friendship front would change, however, as the guild received another new member a little over a year into his stay. Mazla Caysion, or just Maz as she preferred, was a young, talented and wideeyed Argonian who was attempting to gain the recommendations of the mages guilds so she could visit the Arcane University. And not knowing any better, Brita was the first person she spoke to upon entering the building. Though he was awkward at first the two would quickly become friends over the few months that Maz spent in Anvil trying to get the guild master's recommendation. 

Britas' time at the guild would improve drastically over those months and his time in the Anvil Guild would conclude shortly after his 18th birthday when the guild master would finally give Maz a task he would give her a recommendation for. She was to explore a cave system to the North of the city where there was rumoured to be magical artifacts, if she brought him back anything of value then he would give her the recommendation she desperately needed. The only catch was that she would have to "Take the rich asshole" with her. To her this was no issue as she enjoyed Britas' company quite a lot, however, even Brita realised that given his limited knowledge of anything but restoration spells, should anything try to attack them he would be rather useless, but still she ventured forth with him in tow. Much to Britas' surprise it would turn out to be a fairly uneventful trip, the journey to the cave was a quiet one and the caves themselves seemed… empty. Almost too empty if he was honest though Maz paid no attention to his concerns as she had become hyper focused on finding anything which would get her the recommendation. 

After three hours of searching and finding absolutely nothing the pair were ready to call it quits, but as Brita sat down on a rock to catch his breath the ground would give way under him. When he regained his senses Brita found himself in a completely uncharted chamber filled to the brim with magical objects, soul gems, alchemy ingredients and at one end of the chamber a pedestal with a large leather bound book resting upon it. Mazs' voice could be heard above calling for him from above and looking up he could see the hole left in the floor? Ceiling? Either way he had fallen a good 10-15ft and hadn't broken anything so he counted his blessings. And after shouting to Maz to confirm he was ok and that she should probably go get help he began to explore the chamber. Despite the depth of the chamber it was quite well lit with what looked like orbs of light seemingly stuck to various points around the room. 

Starting with the most eyecatching thing in the room Brita made his way to the pedestal and examined the book. It was old, very old and had a thick layer of dust covering it, just as everything in the room did. Wiping it away he undid the clasp and tentatively opened its cover, he was greeted by a few lines of text written in a language he couldn't read but now his curiosity had gotten the better of him and so he continued, flicking through the pages. It was a spell book by the looks of things, various diagrams and instructions for what looked like casting techniques. After flipping page after page one eventually caught his eye, unlike the other pages which had diagrams and what looked like instructions scribbled on them this one was different, it had a picture of a… person? On it. A female figure engulfed in flame? No, made of flame, was drawn in the corner of the page and for once he could actually read the words written on the page, it reminded him of a language from a book in the library back in the guild. After a few attempts of reading the words he finally got it right, the book began to shake in his hands and then became extremely hot causing Brita to drop the book to the ground. After a few seconds a portal opened above the book and out came the flaming figure that had been drawn on the page, he had summoned a flame Atronach. The Atronach floated there for a while just staring at Brita and though lacking any discernible facial features he could feel it watching him, judging him almost. And then after a few minutes it disappeared back into the book. This was Britas' first contact with Tysuria an individual who, other than maz, would be his only real friend. 

Brita stood there rather pleased with himself for a few moments before he heard voices come through the hole above him. Acting quickly he grabbed the book and carefully tore out the page with the Atronach spell on it and placed the paper into his bag. As he turned he noticed a rope descending behind him and a guard shouting for him to grab on. And after being checked over by a doctor he and Maz were back at the mages guilds by the end of the day, showing a moment of kindness he gave Maz the book, minus the page he kept of course, for her to turn into the Guild Master for her recommendation. 

With Maz gone Brita would have another boring stint of about four months in Anvil before his mother was able to use her connections to get him a place at the Arcane University. Life at the University was like a completely different world compared to the Anvil Guild, the teachers there were more than eager to teach the young 18 year old, not necessarily to actually pass on their knowledge but rather to get on his mother's good side, but that didn't matter to him. And during the times outside of lessons Brita would divide his time between summoning the Atronach and attempting to research it. And partying at various upperclass venues in the Imperial City. 

On a sunny afternoon Brita was in one of the various casting ranges with the Atronach summoned doing various exercises to see what sort of commands it would and would not perform. After an hour or so of this, as Brita was writing various things in his journal a distorted female voice spoke in his head "Are we going to do anything actually interesting today?" Brita stood alert and looked all around him, as far as he was aware he was the only person on the range at that time. Then it came again "Well?" He looked around more before his eyes rested on the Atronach, it… talks? He thought to himself. But it indeed could talk and was getting rather frustrated at having done nothing but his tests for almost a year. The Atronach introduced itself as Tysuria and that she would very much like to do *anything* else. Having already seen the resentment that "Ted" held towards his Master, Brita opted to oblige to Atronach and left to go and explore some nearby caves. From then the two would develop a… friendship? It was hard to say but at least she wasn't resentful towards him.

So that has been Britas' life for the last few years;  exploring in search of magical items and artifacts, studying and developing his magical abilities at the college and building a friendship with Tysuria. For the most part he has been successful in these endeavours though he is still very much a social loner who's only real friend anymore is one he has to summon to talk to. 

And now he finds himself nursing a bad hangover and many bumps and bruises inside of a jail cell. He had been wasting his money the night before on a bar crawl with Maz the night before, she left early as she had to travel the next day and left Brita alone in a bar near the Arena. Daggerfall Dans it was, a place he would never usually visit but Maz had recommended it. An hour or so after Mazs' departure the bar became overcrowded with patrons coming out of the arena. Brita was a few too many glasses in at this point and tried to keep to himself at the end of the bar.

But alas his attempt was in vain, he doesn't remember how it started but in only a moment the bar erupted into violence. Glasses, tables and even people were being thrown around, he's fairly certain he saw an Elf go out of a window. And eventually the violence would make its way to him, a man standing next to him was hit on the head with a glass but instead of turning to the crowd he turned to Brita and punched him in the face, knocking the man to the floor. In his drunken state Brita returned the favour after picking himself up but after doing so his inner Restoration student came out and he began to randomly cast healing spells on various patrons around the bar.

It was shortly after this when the guards arrived and seeing a Mage waving his hands around they assumed the worst. Tackling Brita to the floor and knocking him unconscious as they did so. By the time he awoke Brita found himself in a jail cell surrounded by other people from the same bar fight. His cries of "Do you know who my father is!" Seemingly falling on deaf ears, other than the other prisoners telling him to shut up.
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