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Done :D
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My turn! :D

Name: Fast-Hands Fuzzari

Race: Redguard

Family Origins: Fast-Hands Fuzzari was born to a trapeze artist mother and a juggler father that travelled Elsweyr.

Appearance: He looks like Chris Rock, if Chris Rock kind of looked like Wesley Snipes and Forrest Whittaker had their genes spliced in a test-tube. Fast-Hands Fuzzari is a handsome man, as you can envision, more handsome than Frankie in fifth grade, fuck you Frankie she WAS MY CRUSH

Age: Fast-Hands Fuzzari never learned to count, and is therefore ageless, as the saying goes, “You’re only as old as you feel.” Since Fast-Hands Fuzzari does not know how old he is, he is immortal and is cooler than Jim in my class who totally stole my joke in science class teusday, fuck you Jim, pay me back for that book I gave you in sixth grade.

Equipment: Five curved daggers sheathed along the front of his hips when not kept in their case and a ten foot long staff.

Miscellanea: Fifty feet of thin rope, a bag of leaves, a cone used for amplifying his voice over long distances, ten balls big enough to fit in the palm of an average sized-hand.

Favored Skills: High – Two-handed, illusion, one-handed
Moderate - Destruction, sneak
low - restoration, alteration

Background and a "brief" history: 
“Juggling is my life. All the world is juggling, one must only look.” – Fast-hands Fuzzari to a child before being chased off by its parents

Fast-Hands Fuzzari, believe it or not, was not always known as Fast-Hands Fuzzari. It wasn’t for a long time because Fuzzari learned to walk tight-ropes from his mother and juggle from his father. His record for things juggled were three relationships with three different women for a month and also seven knives for seven minutes. Fuzzari’s parents foresaw a very lucrative career in circusry. Though, when he was old enough to be called sixteen, he decided to rebel against his parents and their wishes for him to become a tight-rope walking juggler. His dream was to work in an office of a shipping company, filling out papers.

Instead, he fell back into the only thing he knew. Wracked with depression, guilt and doubt, he returned to juggling on street corners for seedy men, accepting pocket change to juggle anything from fruit to twigs and in any number from one to eleven. It was not a good time for him, but he met his only love doing what he did, Zainat, who he’d met when he was juggling in the bazaar of Hegathe. It would not be for a while until he would be able to stare longingly into the Dunmer’s red eyes again. Alas, he soon focused himself totally to juggling solely for the purpose of accruing so much money he’d be able to buy passage to anywhere to follow Zainat and profess his feelings.

When the rebellion started, he refused to use his juggling talents to further the Dwemer war machine, but despite not having the valuable asset that could have been Fast-Hands Fuzzari, they still managed to win. Fast-Hands Fuzzari knows that denying them his services slowed them down quite a bit and allowed Hammerfell to negotiate their terms of surrender and not end up like Skyrim. Shame about their lack of jugglers. Fast-Hands Fuzzari had learned just who he was and was no longer in the midst of turmoil of trying to find oneself. He was Fast-Hands Fuzzari, vagabond, transient, juggler and soon to be hero.

Over years of juggling, it seemed he’d managed to meditate on the meaning of things. Everything was juggling. Nature juggled the plants, the animals, the mer, the men. Men juggled in their minds, trying to find their destinies and he knew mer were so grim or controlling because they have tried so hard to suppress their juggling nature. One must juggle to live, one must juggle sadness and happiness, one must juggle their loyalties to family or nation, seldom can it be both.

Fast-Hands Fuzzari now stands against the Dwemer and Zainat, who very well may be in trouble without Fuzzari and his juggling to protect him. After all these years, Fuzzari knows who he is. He knows what he wants and for once in his life, there is one thing he does not have to juggle. His love and his loyalty one and the same. He needs Zainat. And Zainat needs him.

Fighting Style: Fast-Hands Fuzzari, as one may tell from the name, is an expert juggler and can expertly poke his fingers into the eyeballs of other men and most aggressive animals. Fast-Hands Fuzzari is also an expert boxer and can slice people by juggling his five knives.

Personality: Fast-Hands Fuzzari has a personality that attracts a lot of girls but he doesn’t pay attention to them because his true passion is juggling. Fast-Hands Fuzzari is a cold and calculating juggling machine who has plied his trade anywhere from Solitude to Senchal and he believes he has earned the right to act they way he pleases. It isn’t arrogance when it’s justified.

Misc. Details: Can split an apple in half with his bare hands
Can read really fast
Can juggle well
Will not ride horses
He can dance really good
He once punched an elephant once and knocked it out