Name: Michael Jayla
Race: Imperial
Age: 20 
Gender: Male

Appearance: Michael stands 177cm(5'10) tall and has thick brown hair. His blue eyes compliment his pale complexion. He is thin, just shy of his ribs being visible on his stomach. His legs are barely able to keep himself up, forcing Michael to use restoration to stay standing. A scar from a sword runs down his left cheek, with whip scars all along his back.

Personality: Michael is charismatic and charming, used to talking himself out of situations. He normally keeps quiet and out of the way unless he is needed, although he will stand his ground on all matters Empire related. He is a true patriot, holding zealot levels of pride for the Imperial Empire. He is more than willing to betray people to save himself, unless of course this would mean damaging the Empire in any way. He despises Dunmer.

Background: Michael grew up in Cyrodiil, the Imperial Heartland. Originally from the town of Cheydinhal, he was forced to try talking himself out of sticky situations several times due to his slum upbringing. Growing up in a city mostly populated by Dunmer, he soon found himself developing a hate for them. At the age of 14, tired of going to bed hungry, he stole a sword and set out on a hike to the Imperial City. 

When bandits attacked him on the way, he managed to convince them that war-torn Skyrim had more opportunities. They left him with a mace, a spell book and a bellyful of mead. During the rest of his trip, he discovered a deep love for maces, despite being too weak to swing them properly. Michael soon realized that using restoration magic, he could augment his strength temporarily to allow him to fight.

He arrived at the gates of the Imperial City starved, having used magic to keep himself from dying from malnourishment. He found someone shady enough to purchase his stolen sword and his spell book, the contents already memorized. A job opened up for him; the night shift at a small market stand. The money was used to finance his studies at a small magic academy. After his boss found out he was forging the books and embezzling, he fled the city.

After weeks of walking he arrived in Morrowind, only to be accused of being an Imperial spy. Forced into slavery by the one race he hates, Michael eagerly awaits the chance to escape and help restore glory to the Empire.
 
Abilities:
-Skilled at Restoration magic
-Good with words
-Good at bartering
-Can manage money well
-Decent with a mace
-Solidly OK at foraging