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Name: Septimus Yelenyn
Race: Guardan
Age: 75
Occupation: Companion and friend to the Nerevarine.
Appearance:
[url=http://i1367.photobucket.com/albums/r782/Viper_killian/Septimus2_zps3e2d002b.jpg]Out of Armor[/url]
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Weapons:
He carries one main weapon, the Sword that signifies him as a Guardan General. Uniquely crafted solely for his hands only, the [url=http://static-1.nexusmods.com/15/mods/110/images/52700-1-1396717651.jpg]Sword Of The Ancient Tongues[/url] Is a sword taking on an old, nearly ancient symbol of Akatosh, one of the Guardan's primary gods, on the hilt. Well balanced and razor sharp, the Sword of the Ancient Tongues is a weapon perfectly suited for Septimus in his journeys and is one of the few things he has kept close to his heart after washing his hands clean of the Guardan.

Along with it, he utilizes a pair of [url=http://i1367.photobucket.com/albums/r782/Viper_killian/nc9q4ogp_zpsf887a11a.jpg]Parry Gauntlets[/url] As he does not utilize shields. The metal on them is more than able to deflect swords, leaving the attacker open for a lethal strike. They are also suited to blocking arrows, provided Septimus sees them coming.

Gear: He carries a small selection of gear, including:
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[*]Bedroll[/*] 
[*]3 alchemical bombs that disable magic[/*]
[*]Red Leather Bound Journal[/*]
[*]Spare clothing[/*]
[*]Food and Water[/*]

Septimus was born into a noble family in his home city of Palaven, high in the Guardan homeland. His parents were well respected in the military, as was his father, and right from adolescence he had big shoes to fill. From an early age, he was shown to be very adept with the sword, being light on his feet, but also showing an ability to command those around him. He entered into service early, his eagerness getting the better of him as he was scolded and berated by the larger, mature Guardan soldiers around him, yet garnering the respect and admiration of the higher ups. The bravery he showed helped him greatly in his time as he was quickly made into a squad commander and eventually into a full fledged Templar, a highly respected and feared soldier that utilized anti-magic potions and bombs to disable foes that rely on magicka. He was a ruthless soldier, sparing no quarter to his enemies, gleefully executing magic wielders. By the time he was thirty-nine, he had taken a wife, taken a position as a Templar, and was a little too confident of himself. He felt invincible as his squad completed quest after quest, never losing a member and never failing. He eventually came to lead the squad and even ascend higher, eventually becoming a general of the anti-magic forces, the Templars. 

But the fall from his tower would be a great one. During his service, there was a massacre at a local village. Guardans and Tsaesci both slaughtered in the night by an unknown group. The efficiency of the deaths made many believe that it was the Guardan's fault. Later in life, new evidenced surfaced. A survivor coming forth and picking out Septimus. He denied every allegation, but a Testimony from his beloved wife had him quickly exiled from the Guardan homeland. Thrown into Ka po'tun territory and left for dead in exile, he scraped himself out of the grave they had dug for him and found his way to a major city to work his feelers. Because his exploits had ranged far and wide all over Akavir, he had many friends in many high places, and was quickly able to find out what really happened.

The man that had come forth with evidence was paid off, given forged evidence in a plot to dethrone Septimus and elope with his wife to Tsaesci lands. Enraged, he returned home and tried to speak of the crimes against him and the truth, but he was ignored and thrown out again. In retaliation, he found the general that had replaced him. He was a member of his old squad and originally had orders to kill Septimus on sight, but he knew that his former commander had nothing to do with that massacre and gave him the armor and weapon that was taken from him. Vengeance in his heart, he set out for the Tsaesci lands, questioning the people about where the two had eloped to. According to the locals, they lived in a small estate on the northern cliffs near the Ocean. With sword in hand he set out to find them.

It was the middle of the knight when he found their abode. Servants asleep, husband and wife slumbering, even the family pet in dream land. He silenced the dog and found the estate's library, inside being the evidence he needed to clear his name. He then started to board up the doors and windows as silently as he could, using the sounds of the waves to silence the banging. When he had finished, he found a torch and some flint and went to the only door he had not touched, the front door. He set a spark and knelt down in a meditative stance, praying to his god Akatosh to not let one of these evil creatures escape.

The estate was engulfed in flame, and the only place the inhabitants could run would be into Septimus' path. Any that were not killed by the fire were cut down. The husband and wife were mounted to the wall as a warning as to what would happen if betrayal was afoot, and whatever life that was inside the estate.

After murdering every last one of them, he returned home one last time and presented the evidence to his commanders. They were taken aback by it and apologized for not believing their Templar General in the first place. They offered him his position, his reputation, his home, and his life back. For a split second, he considered returning to his duties, but he had been betrayed by his own people one time too many, and thus he spat at the floor in front of them and said that he would sooner see himself in Oblivion before he joined the traitors again. They had a feeling that he would say this and said that his position would be forever open should he ever find forgiveness in his soul. He left, disgusted.

After leaving the Guardan, he found his way around Akavir again, exploring and adventuring. Seeing what he had missed while in service. At one point, he even stumbled onto a peculiar woman while he was traveling. An old dark elven woman that was beyond the age of most anyone that he knew, yet had the spryness of a teenager. He offered his companionship to her, boasting very little. She reluctantly accepted his offer and it was not long after their first campfire together that he found out that she was the Nerevarine. Most would try to either kill her or treat her differently. But the shrug and offering of grilled bear meat said that he didn't care,
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[hider=Woland Attuchak][img]http://i1367.photobucket.com/albums/r782/Viper_killian/ScreenShot14_zps4993f995.jpg[/img]

Name: Woland "Revenant" Attuchak
Age: 47
Occupation: Dark Brotherhood Listener, Hunter.
Appearance: [url=http://i1367.photobucket.com/albums/r782/Viper_killian/ScreenShot15_zps69c4b2b0.jpg]Headshot[/url]
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Equipment: Woland is a light traveler, preferring to stay on his feet and never staying in one place too long.
1X Amulet that allows him to communicate with his wife, Myra, from great distances.
1x Ring that was given to him by Silvanus
40X Nordic-style arrows
[url=http://i1367.photobucket.com/albums/r782/Viper_killian/ScreenShot16_zps96341aeb.jpg]1X set of Dark Brotherhood Listener Armor[/url]
[url=http://i1367.photobucket.com/albums/r782/Viper_killian/ScreenShot18_zps587959ed.jpg]1X Refined Steel Kite Shield[/url]
[url=http://i1367.photobucket.com/albums/r782/Viper_killian/ScreenShot19_zps12c88144.jpg]1X Ebony Wolf Katana[/url]
[url=http://i1367.photobucket.com/albums/r782/Viper_killian/ScreenShot17_zps352669c0.jpg]1X Nordic Style Longbow with long range sights.[/url]
[url=http://i1367.photobucket.com/albums/r782/Viper_killian/ScreenShot20_zps02aea59e.jpg]1X Mask that conceals his identity. [/url]
1X week of food
3X jugs of water
1X coil of rope
1X Wood Axe
4X potion of Cure Disease

Woland was raised in his home of Atmora, a warrior of great skill and strength in his home village. He was an inquisitive man, seeking the secrets of the outer worlds. This yearning for knowledge made him a loner and introverted, only making him want to leave even more. When he turned eighteen, ignoring the pleas of his friends and family, he left with his sister, taking a ship out into the seas. Neither was never heard from again...least not by his family.

Four years later, the now grizzled man and sneaky young woman showed up in the land of prisoners: Akavir. Sporting four years of dungeon delving experience, he and his teenage sister was ready to take on Akavir. Not long after stepping onto Akavir, they met a powerful young warrior named Silvanus. With their trifecta of skills complementing each other, they became fast friends and ended up traveling all over Akavir together over the next four years, delving into ruins and, with time, Silvanus taught Woland a secret magic that allowed him to move at lightning fast speeds, much like blink, but without teleportation...after all the traveling, kinship, and adventures though..something snapped in Silvanus....

One cold and dark night, he had stormed into the tent, pointing his sword at Woland's sister, accusing her of being part of the evil dark brotherhood. Woland immediately sprang up and denied every word of it and rose his sword to his. A lightning fast backhand to Woland's face and a slash to his sister's throat ended the conversation, but started a long, bloody rivalry between two former best friends. As she lay there choking on her own blood, Silvanus departing quickly after and Woland being at her side, she had imprinted him with the Dark Brotherhood's mark, passing her knowledge onto him and continuing the chain. She passed soon after and felt Sithis talking to him, commanding him to recruit more brothers and sisters and kill in his name.

With revenge in his heart and anger consuming his soul, he accepted Sithis into his being and began his life with him. Over the next year, he quickly became much more honed and deadly, Faster in every regard, stronger than most Akavirians hope to be, and stealthier than any Tang-Mo assassin out there. He ascended through the ranks and gathered up a small handful of recruits, quickly becoming a listener for the dark brotherhood...But there is always that one contract, that hit that makes you consider life.

He was sent into the Tsaesci coast, a strange being had assisted in the destruction of a prison ship and a soul on the ship prayed to Sithis for her death. He had found her in the wreckage, wounded and dying already. She was totally unique, unlike any man or mer he had ever seen in his life, elegant and beyond beautiful. Even with Sithis pounding away in his skull, he chose to help her and heal her. Even though her wounds were great and she would need time to heal, plus a lack of exposure to the element she needed to live, water, she should have died. But instead he returned with her to his private sanctuary, one hidden in a cove on the edge of the Tsaesci realm. Hunter's Ridge. He prayed to Sithis and the Night Mother for forgiveness as he had very quickly fallen in love with this woman and asked that she be spared. They both were furious, demanding for him to kill her at first, but he adamantly refused. The night mother then offered a deal: her life in exchange for twenty years of service. He wholeheartedly agreed and the pact was made. Twenty years of his life thrown away for a woman he fell in love with at first sight.

For her however, it was a difficult adjustment. She was unable to get home, the waters far too treacherous and the people far too unforgiving of the unknown. While she respected Woland greatly for saving her, her love of him would form over time as he time and time again proved that he was a cut above the rest and made her feel as comfortable as he could, even building a small grotto within the home for her to privately use when she needed it. She was no adventurer, but she loved accompanying him on journeys, but when she was unable to or he was on a contract, she had instead given him a necklace, one she enchanted herself to allow her to communicate with him whenever it was needed. As her respect and adoration grew, she found herself not wanting to return home, but instead stay with Woland and eventually, the two married. 

Now, twenty years later, it is approaching the date that Woland will finally be released from his contract, and he will be set free.[/hider]

[hider=Annette Gibberon]
Name: Annette "Annie" Gibberon
Race: Born Ssythyan, Bosmer Raised
[img]http://i1367.photobucket.com/albums/r782/Viper_killian/8yzp68qe_zps411992f8.png[/img]

"Let me tell you a Story, Nerevarine..."
Annie breathed deeply as they sat around the campfire, a blanket around her shoulders as the rest of the group leaned in to listen. The bitter cold bit at them, but only served as a reminder of where they were.
"There was once...a little girl. Black haired and innocent. In the middle of a forest. The light of the moon shined down upon her as she sat in a grove, coiled up around herself and weeping. Her parents were gone, her brother had disappeared, and she was alone, scared, and she was going to die. She had no reason to continue on, the raiders had taken everything but the shirt on her back. She wept and wept for what seemed like hours, but not all was lost.

A humble Bosmer farmer-hunter, finding food for him and his wife for the coming winter. He heard her crying and found her alone in the grove. He considered shooting her, but his curiosity got the better of him as there was nary a day he could remember that he had seen a girl like her. He approached her and startled her, but proved he was kind and asked her her name. "I don't know..." she said. He asked her where she came from. "I don't know..." she said. Where are your parents, he said. She said that they were with Akatosh now and he grew sad.

Without a moments thought, he offered his own home to the girl, a place for her to live. The girl was not dumb, she knew that she would die should she take any other path, so she obliged him and accompanied him to her new home.

The farmer would be a generous and loving father, raising her to be strong and respectful, but she ended up very shy and wary of others but her father. Soon after arriving at the home, the Farmer's wife had taken a toll for the worse, falling to an unknown disease, but the girl's kindness would bring him from the brink of joining her. He continued to raise her, teaching her all he knew and looking at her no different than he would his own flesh and blood, if he had any.

There was a town nearby where many a people would pass through, wares and trinkets being sold by the dozen to travelers of all shapes and sizes, she made few friends there, the town was small and while they were friendly in person, they were afraid of races not of their own, and the girl's was the strangest by far. The one friend she had made, a dark elf, would eventually become her closest companion as they grew together.

As she matured, she would come to be infatuated with him, and him with her, regardless of the town's feelings. Even as she reached the age where she would have to mate once a year, he would gladly oblige. As she reached adulthood though...the town's patience would be stretched thin....

Coming of age to be considered a young lady, her father was stricken by a strange plague, one carried by rats. There were no doctors that could heal it, and no magic institute was close enough to study this slowly spreading disease. Though her love of him was strong, it was not enough, and he passed away quietly during the night. The town would quickly learn of this and blame the child, stating that she carried the disease and was spreading it to them all. They imprisoned her and planned for her execution. But her lover, the dark elf, was a town guard, and happened to be in the jail that very night. He came to her and embraced her, but told her that her fate was inevitable, he could not prove her innocent to the people. She was stricken by grief at first, but then he spoke again. He spoke of a ship heading to a land named Akavir and was leaving that night. He could help her to it and she could live, but they would have to part.

She was heart broken, but knew that this was the right choice as it would hurt him more to watch her die. She obliged with her savior and he escorted her to the boat, where she snuck on via a crate and watched him stand on the shore and watch her leave. She silently wept to herself the entire ride as her life before was now gone forever."

She was silent now, pulling the blanket tighter, memories flooding back. The group gave their condolences in their own ways and she smiled for the first time in a while.
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Characters - Secondary
Myra the Miraluk
Silvanus the Silver Plated
Kelsie Windemeyr The Mages Guild Archmage
Ark-ta-shook The Tsurask Chieftan