My CS Post. I'll throw in more CSes when I can.

Firstly; My leading man and namesake character.

Name: Crobalt Nicholas Crystalis
Aliases: Cronic
Race: Imperial(?)
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance: 
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[img=http://i191.photobucket.com/albums/z164/CronicTH/Cronicthenomad_zps65aced92.png]

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"That scar is a reminder of just how close I came to losing an eyeball during a bandit raid on a town I was staying at when it happened. Had it been a little further up, there goes my left eye. And... Don't be fooled. This getup is lighter than you think."
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Faction: The Odd Jobs (Full time)
Weapons:
Seldom seen without a sword or a giant bow that he carries on his back. Said bow he never uses because conventional arrows just don't fit it. He's been trying to figure out what the bow is supposed to shoot, but isn't aware of it's ability at this time.
Magic: 
Adept level destruction and restoration magic
Equipment/Items:
A few potions, a pickaxe and a blacksmith's hammer.

Backstory/Personality: Raised in an orphanage since he was a baby, no-one knows who left him at that orphanage or why. The only thing they had was a name for him; Crobalt Nicholas Crystalis, and a massive bow with a spike on the end of the lower limb. No-one ever adopted him, so when he became old enough to fend for himself, he went off exploring the world, learning the way of the sword, the bow, and the Blacksmith. His travels had taken him to Whiterun, and at the time, he was a little scrapped for money, and happened to notice the Odd Jobs, so he joined the organization looking to make some coin, all the while furthering his expertise in his weapon proficiencies and the smithing trade.

Typically calm and level headed, Cronic usually only ever talks if spoken to first. Mainly on account of being lost in his own thoughts. Due to having no idea who his parents even are, or even if he has any family, he has no clue who he really is, or what purpose he'll serve in life. His nomadic lifestyle is the only thing keeping him from dwelling on it too much.

And past this point, other chars.

[hider=Phaethon Lio Kataza]
Name: Phaethon Lio Kataza
Aliases: N/A
Race: Nord
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Appearance: 

[img=http://i191.photobucket.com/albums/z164/CronicTH/PhaethontheAssassin_zpsbdb737d1.png]

He tends to wear a similarly designed hood and a full-face mask to go with his attire out on the job, masking almost every bit of his appearance bar his voice. This works in his favour as he'll only be able to be recognized by his garb, allowing him to effectively swap out his regular attire for traveller's clothing and walk into towns with no-one being any wiser.

Faction: Dark Brotherhood
Weapons: Two Ebony Daggers and a lightweight bow.
Magics: Expert Illusion, primarily uses Invisibility though. Able to harness the Aura Whisper shout. (Laas, Yah Nir, meaning "Life, Seek, Hunt".)
Equipment/Items: Knows enough about Alchemy to create smoke bombs for a quick getaway, always carries at least 3 at any given time. A quiver full of arrows.
Backstory/Personality: An assassin of the infamous Dark Brotherhood. Phaethon's expertise lies in making a swift and quick kill, and slipping away unnoticed. Having honed his skills and having some understanding of the Thu'um enough to use the Aura whisper Dragon Shout, Phaethon is able to spot potential hostiles through walls as a result, and plan accordingly. Though Aura Whisper only shows the presence of threats. It does not disclose their identity to the assassin, which is something he must do with his own two eyes.

Personality wise, Phaethon has one of two mindsets he employs on the job; Mocking his target and generally trying to provoke his enemy into making a fatal blunder, or being dead set on killing his target, so much so that he seldom says a word. The second mindset is usually employed on high-stakes jobs, or when the first mindset fails. Outside of that, however, Phaethon is typically calm and collected, albeit prone to getting distracted for a brief while if he sees something that catches his eye, such as an attractive woman bathing out in the open.

"...What? Just cause a guy's probably never going to find a significant other doesn't mean he can't dream."
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[hider=Serena Marianne Salvatus]
Name: Serena Marianne Salvatus
Aliases: Wandering Warrior, Singing Soldier
Race: Breton
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Appearance: 
Facial View:
[img=http://i191.photobucket.com/albums/z164/CronicTH/SerenaWanderingWarriorFacialview_zps2c92d6a6.png]

Full Body View:
[img=http://i191.photobucket.com/albums/z164/CronicTH/SerenaWanderingWarrior_zpsbcffb5e9.png]

In case you can't tell, her eyes are blue.

Faction: Unaffiliated (Initially), Odd Jobs, (Later)
Weapons: A Steel Two handed sword and a Glass bow and arrow. (Later switches them out for Dragon bone Weapons)
Magics: Expert Conjuration, her singing voice has the mysterious effect of energizing her allies, greatly enhancing their combat abilities for however long she can sustain the song.
Equipment/Items: Healing potions of all 3 kinds (Stamina, Health and Magic), a whetstone for sharpening her sword, and spare bowstrings.
Backstory/Personality: 
Born to a family of Bretons in High Rock, Serena's gift of singing had always been present since she was little, She loved to sing, even if she wasn't aware of the effects it had on the people around her. The Thalmor found out about her gift though, and planned to use it for their own gain, permission granted or not. Since the latter became the case, on account of her parents refusing to hand over their daughter to the Thalmor, the Thalmor responded by tearing the whole village apart in search for her. They had expected the Thalmor though, through an anonymous tip-off, and riding towards Skyrim was Serena on the back of a horse, escorted by a warrior wielding a two-handed sword, and was casting Conjuration magic to summon Atronachs to slow down any pursuers. Serena could only watch in shock as her home burned.

Years passed, and she learned how to fight in the manner of her saviour; A Two Handed sword at the ready, and Conjuration Spells to call backup if required. Her proficiency at learning quickly exceeded that of her mentor, who was killed by Thalmor Agents on the grounds of aiding a dangerous fugitive. Serena has harboured a burning hatred for Thalmor ever since the day her village was torn apart. During a battle with bandits, she stood back to back with a fellow traveller the bandits were targeting at the time, Cronic. As thanks, Cronic taught her how to use a bow, before setting off toward Skyrim. She continued her travels for a while before heading back to Skyrim.

Serena herself is actually a gentle soul to those she trusts, but when the Thalmor are nearby, she is quick to draw steel. Due to her experiences, she's not quick to trust people she doesn't know. Serena's choice to sing during fights is so she can embrace the gift she was given while she attacks her enemies, as if to spite the Thalmor who took away her carefree days away from her. 

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