Here's my character.
 
[hider=Felix aep Caileach]
[b]Basic Information[/b]
[b]Name:[/b] Felix aep Caileach (real surname Trentius)
[b]Race:[/b] Imperial
[b]Age:[/b] 23
[b]Gender:[/b] M
[b]Birthsign:[/b] The Steed
[b]Place of origin:[/b] Leyawiin, Cyrodiil

[b]Appearance:[/b] Felix aep Caileach/Trentius is about six feet two, or about 185 centimeters tall. He is a handsome young man with slightly slender features, and after few weeks of martial life he has gained some athleticism. He's not very muscled or big-figured, but he's fast and agile. He has brown short hair and green eyes. His face has a long scar running from right temple to the jaw. Felix got the scar in a anti-tax riot, as he was slashed by a longsword but was saved by a Breton healer.

[b]Background:[/b] Felix was born to the Trentius family, who are prominent merchants and cultivators of arts and sciences. Felix was given the best education the family could afford from a very young age. In his teens Felix became an avid student of history and a novice bard, who had a reputation of visiting young and beautiful women at night time for "extracurricular activity". Due to this he has some skill with stealth. He also trained cartwheels and other acrobatic tricks to impress other locals, but his exploits didn't endear him with his father. They had a cool relationship at best.
	During his late teens during the Skyrim's Civil War, Felix took a part in the protests against a hated tax for utensils. An imperial patrol tried to control the crowd, but soon the protest flared up and casualties were suffered on both sides. Felix himself was injured to his face, and he was saved by a Breton healer named Caileach, who didn't harbour much love for the Empire for personal reasons. He didn't share those reasons with Felix. The healer helped the young man to recover and leave Cyrodiil behind.
	Felix fled from Leyawiin to Skyrim, assuming a new surname, aep Caileach as a tribute to the Breton. Felix escaped for the fear of imperial authorities and started to earn a living as a bard, even enrolling to the Bards' College for a term. After finishing his term, Felix traveled across Skyrim singing songs and telling tales of Dragonborn's deeds, but as the Dragonborn's tyranny continued and he became more disliked, Felix dropped those from his repertoire.
	One night, Felix became so drunk that he enlisted to a mercenary company by an accident. For the last two weeks, Felix has been trying to grasp the basics of soldiering and fighting with a weapon at hand.

[b]Personality:[/b] Born into wealth, Felix has hardly done any physical labour besides travelling in his life. He often wants to have some luxuries in his life or hopes of getting some in his immediate future, although mercenary life has humbled him as a person. Felix' experiences as a travelling bard have given him a taste for extravagance and good company. One of the reasons why he hasn't deserted the mercenary company is because he wants to keep his word and to detail his adventures as a mercenary.

[b]Capabilities[/b]

[b]Skills:[/b] Expert in Speech, Adept in Mercantile and Acrobatics, Apprentice in Sneak, One-handed/Blade and Light Armour, Novice in Hand-to-hand and One-handed blunt.

[b]Weaknesses:[/b]
	[b]Nervous:[/b] Many soldiers have nerves of steel in the heat of battle, but Felix gets nervous easily.
	[b]Inexperienced:[/b] Felix lacks many of the basic skills a soldier needs, but is learning quickly by trial and error.
	[b]Even the Lady Luck has mood swings:[/b] Felix has an uncanny ability of jumping from the frying pan into the fire and surviving without a scratch, only to notice that he has either been ambushed or fallen to the arms of a beautiful woman, but how long does his luck hold?

[b]Relations to other characters:[/b] Felix has lots of fair weather friends all around Skyrim, but not really anyone he call a true friend.

[b]Affiliations:[/b] Neutral

[b]Spells:[/b] None

[b]Combat style:[/b] None at the moment, but Felix is trying to learn how to fight a sword and shield.

[b]Other capabilities:[/b] He is a charismatic person and a capable negotiator.

[b]Inventory[/b]

[b]Cash:[/b] 100 Septims
[b]Keys and lockpicks:[/b] None
[b]Clothing and armor:[/b] Boiled leather brigandine-like jerkin and a wool shirt beneath it, a thick wool cloak, gloves made out of goat leather, cotton trousers, wool socks and leather boots.
[b]Weapons and ammunition:[/b] A steel bastard sword called Fury, a dagger and a round shield that has a silvery griffin painted on it.
[b]Potion and arcane supplies:[/b] None at the moment.
[b]Jewelry and novelty items:[/b] A lute, a set of dice and an amulet of Talos
[b]Books and documents:[/b] A manuscript My Life as a Mercenary and a copy of his mercenary contract.
[b]Food, drinks and provisions:[/b] Ingredients for porridge, some dark ale and bread with him.
[b]Bags, pouches and packs:[/b] A large backpack made from cloth and strips of leather.
[b]Other:[/b] Nothing comes to mind. I think I have finished my character building.
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[@Leidenschaft] I have done editing now. Character should be better now.