Name: Seryn Drath
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Race: Dunmer

Physical Description:

Skillset:

History:

Equipment:

• A sword made of nordic steel
• 2 steel daggers
• Scaled armor plus furry cloak
• A backpack with a few clothes, a blanket, some bread and cheese.
• A waterbottle
• A small dwemer gear (a souvenir from an old job)
• Some septims, just in case

Known Spells:

• Spark
• Magelight

Party Control: Yes

Rank
Gunnery Sergeant

Name
Jack „Pain“ Fetcher

Appearance
Nearly 7 feet tall and built like a bull. He keeps his black hair cut short in a classic military style. Grey eyes sheltered by thick eyebrows. A thin nose leads to equally thin lips in strong contrast to his strong jaw. His right arm bears a tattoo of a raven sitting on a gravestone with several initials engraved on it. His hands and feet are even bigger than expected and there are even a few scars here and there, complementing his muscular stature.

His deployment suit consists of a black undersuit which has been fitted with multiple dark blue armor plates, with white detailing. The helmet consists largely of a golden visor reaching from jaw to hairline, ensuring a wide field of view at the cost of less protection.



Age
26

Sex
Male

Specializations
Heavy weaponry and Hand-to-hand combat.

Augmentations
Enhanced strength and endurance, as well as increased durability and healing (not like wolverine, but pretty decent). The procedure however also resulted in Jack getting permanent analgesia, the inability to feel pain, which sounds good but is as much curse as blessing.

Sabre Deployment Suit
The suit is outfitted with an onboard computer drawing power from a power unit in the back and can be controlled by voice, gestures or via pad on the left arm. It reads the users vitals and makes sure to keep the suit-environment at a comfortable level. Sensors can detect infra- and ultraviolet wavelengths and electromagnetic fields. And display this information as an overlay on the visor. The computer also manages radio communications and displays information received from other deployment suits on the visor, as well as its own.

The suit is armored and can resist multiple low-caliber hits and smaller explosions. High-caliber might however penetrate on the first hit, although it normally should take a few. The armor plates are tuned to minimally limit the user's movements and yet cover most of his body. As a complete unit the suit can be sealed airtight and protects from radiation as well as environmental hazards for extended periods of time, producing its own oxygen. For movement in zero-G environments the suit is also fitted with magnetic boots and thrusters on arms and legs.

As a special the suit contains several small motors to give the user a speed or strength boost over a short period of time, limited by the same power unit the computer uses. Together with Jack's enhancements, the two can produce an unknown amount of force.

Additionally the suit comes with several attachable pouches, for ammunition, grenades or whatever the user feels like putting in them.

Personality
Jack is a soldier through and through. Always disciplined and follows his orders to the point, without too many questions. While treating his superiors with respect he is however not a mindless sheep and can still think for himself. (Although he dislikes disagreeing with them). As far as his fellow soldiers go, they are the only friends he'll ever need or have. Therefore he values them exceptionally, which he often shows by not talking with them, but rather listen to what they have to say, before making his own opinion known. In combat while calm and coolheaded, due to his experience, he also displays a merciless, cold and aggressive behavior towards the enemy. All in all you could say that the military life is the only one he ever knew and ever will know.

History
Jack Fetcher's life was all planned out from the very moment of his birth. As the first and only son of the highly distinguished Major General William Fetcher and a woman, who only those with a keen sense of diplomacy would describe as his „concubine“, Jack was destined to become a great officer himself.

Growing up on earth, carefully looked after by a number of servants, Jack learned early what was going to be expected from him. His earliest memories are about him sitting in front of the big fireplace in his father's study, listening to stories about well-known generals, the great war and tactical masterminds. After every such story his father would look at him and ask, if he knew the meaning of him telling these stories. Jack's naive answers however never quite seemed to satisfy. The disappointment on the major general's face was haunting, leading Jack to try and become the vision he was supposed to be.

From his eighth birthday on his day consisted of several training exercises, as preparation for the physical demands of any combat situation, and many hours of private lessons about strategy and tactics. In these lessons Jack displayed an infuriating inability to see the bigger picture, often loosing himself in the movements of single soldiers. His teacher, an old colleague of the major general, therefore changed from teaching with complex virtual battleground simulations to chess, trying to at least teach the boy the basics of a tactically thinking mind. To the frustration and continued disappointment of both his father and his teacher, this method only resulted in Jack becoming a great chess player, with no other notable progress. Still trying to impress his father, Jack changed his focus and doubled his efforts in the daily physical exercises.

The school he visited focused heavily on „military education“. Morning drills, exercises and inspections were not unusual. Aiming to prepare the students for a glorious military career, the school demanded absolute discipline, a concept with which Jack was very familiar. His father had always demanded from everyone to call him by his rank rather than name, even by his son and Jack's bedroom was being inspected every morning at six o'clock ever since he could walk. Even now the courses Jack attended were mostly chosen by the major general. With a few exceptions, one being a facultative course in boxing, which he enjoyed so much that he picked every other possible course with any relation to hand-to-hand combat. These combined with his continued work-out made him a (physical) force to be reckoned with. Nearly seven feet tall and built like a bull. Every other course however he performed average at best and repeatedly failed exams on some of his father's favorite subjects.

With eighteen years of age Jack signed up for duty in earth's military forces. Marines, the soul of every navy, composed of men and women forged in gunfire and formed in combat. Heroes each and every sngle one of them. At least if the recruitment center was to be believed. In basic training many drill sergeants were however eager to remind Jack that even when polished: „Shit's still f***ing shit!“ Despite these encouraging words, Jack became quickly known as an excellent recruit. He was encouraged to join special forces training, an offer which he promptly accepted. The training was focused on operating in small teams, each member learning how to handle a wide array of weaponry, before specializing on one of them. Due to his physical nature, Jack was chosen to handle heavy weaponry. The training ultimately made him an outstanding soldier, but despite his continued efforts he never got recommended for a officer position.

At the end of his training, when it became clear that he would not become an officer any time soon, his father lost it. Jack took it like he was taught - at attention. No objections. The only words leaving his mouth were „Sir, yes, Sir!“ The anger and disappointment on the major general's face, the sheer velocity of spit projected into Jack's face by every syllable thrown at him and the massive amount of insults, both regular and creatively made up on the spot, put every drill sergeant Jack had ever faced to shame. After three hours, Major General William Fetcher finally declared to no longer have a son worth mentioning in his biography and banned Jack from his presence forever.

Following this event Jack served diligently in the special forces, completing many missions, often to the utmost satisfaction of his superiors. The last one in a series of missions, meant to disrupt supplies of very specific rebel units, however changed that. Spec Ops had always meant danger, operating behind enemy lines had it coming, yet his team was still surprised when the depot they were supposed to blow up, turned out to be a very carefully planned and executed ambush by rebel forces. In a few seconds half of the six-man squad perished in a hail of gunfire. The ensuing firefight only continued for four minutes, in which Jack lost his last two squad mates trying to hastily retreat to EVAC. As the last survivor he made it out just in time, wounded but very much alive. He had not only failed the mission and lost his squad, but also most of his friends.

The traumatic experience and the haunting memories of his father changed him. He became bitter and quiet. From there on out he gained a reputation for his new behavior, especially in combat. His coolheaded, calculated way of fighting gained a more brutal, aggressive and almost sadistic note, resulting in him earning a new Nickname from other soldiers. „Pain“, so the enemy knew what they were getting. The irony was not lost on Jack.

After eight years of service he was granted the rank of Gunnery sergeant. Despite his flaws in "not seeing the bigger picture on the battlefield", as his teachers used to tell him, Jack gained a great understanding of tactics on a squad level, more focused on individual soldiers than whole squads or even platoons. Despite his achievements Jack sees himself very much as a failure. So when he was assigned to the saber program, after being told that it would „make you better than you could ever dream of, gunny!“ he didn't ask too many questions.

Name: Neria Saren
Age: 33
Race: Dunmer
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual

Appearance: Neria has long dark hair, which frames a face with dark red eyes typical for her species. A few scars give it character, as well as a face tattoo. She's quite muscular, due to her wearing heavy armor almost constantly.


Personality: Neria is diligent, smart and fearless. The code she used to follow, taught loyalty and honor as well, but she somewhat lost these virtues in recent years. She likes skilled fighters and people who follow a clear path in their life. However she dislikes argonians, since most of her memories of the reptilians consist of blood and death.
Neria knows little else but fighting and her social skills or lack thereof have gotten her into trouble more than once. Since she has lost her path, she cars for few things, yet she is always ready to do what must be done.

Class: Redoran Warrior (basically Warrior plus Destruction)
Birthsign: The Steed
Faction: House Redoran

Major Skills: One-Handed, Heavy Armor, Block, Two-Handed, Archery
Minor Skills: Alchemy, Destruction, Smithing

History:
Neria Saren was born into the great House Redoran, known for its great warriors, on the 9th of Mid Year, 4E170. It had been 165 years since the Red Mountain erupted and the argonian Invasion of Morrowind, known as the Accession War began. The still ongoing war between the radical An-Xileel and the Great Houses ensured that Neria would never experience peace in her short childhood.

As soon as she was able to speak, she learned the True Noble's Code of House Redoran. It was meant as a path for true warriors and taught loyalty, honor and diligence above all else. One that her parents followed every day, often leaving the young child back home to go out and fight the argonian invaders. She grew up, hoping that she would become a skilled fighter herself.

On her sixth birthday however, the message of her parent’s death, killed in a skirmish, arrived early in the morning. Fueled by anger and the wish to revenge her parents, Neria learned the way of the warrior. Her training included the use of every weapon accessible to her masters, often in full heavy armor. Soon she became a proud Redoran Warrior, not only skilled with weapons, but also in the magic art of destruction.

When she was 17 years old, she took her first steps onto a battlefield. The same day she killed for the first time. Yet the memory of the green scaled Argonian gasping out his last breath, would soon fade as she grew older and spent many more days fighting – killing. Within 11 years, Neria made a name for herself as a talented fighter. Fearless, loyal and honorable. A true Redoran.

As the years went by, the Great Houses slowly but surely fought back the An-Xileel, until they only held the southern most regions of Morrowind. The war combined with the continued activity of the Red Mountain had left most of the region in ruins. and nothing more but a barren wasteland. Early in the First Seed 4E198, the great houses assembled an army to battle a large unit of An-Xileel forces, located in Narsis.

The dunmer assault was met with heavy resistance, leading to great losses on both sides and ultimately resulting in a retreat of the dunmer forces. During said retreat, Neria, already wounded from the previous battle, was hit with two arrows and left, presumed dead, in front of the town's gates. Lying amidst the dead bodies of her fellow comrades, convinced her last moment was quickly approaching, Neria thought of the people dear to her. The realization that most had been killed and that she had spent her life spilling much blood herself, hit her like a boulder to the head, finally leaving her unconscious.

She woke up in the middle of the night, still lying cold on the ground. When she came to the conclusion that she would not die within the next hours, she decided took drag herself away from the city. After an hour of painfully crawling over the battlefield, Neria finally reached what was left of a small forest, in which she took shelter for a while. While bandaging her wounds, she decided that she could not return to the life she had lived so far. With nowhere else to go she made her way through the woods, finally coming across a road which lead her out of Morrowind and across the border to Cyrodiil.

Having lost her way, Neria became a mercenary, selling her services to anyone with enough money. The next three years she traveled all across Tamriel, taking any job offered. She soon learned that outside Morrowind her kind was disliked at best and despised by most, especially in Skyrim where she ended up in 4E201, aimlessly wandering from city to city.

One day, while traveling with a merchant as bodyguard, Neria witnessed the Dragonborn kill a dragon, after the beast had attacked the small chariot. Dovahkiin, as the nords called him, had shown up in the nick of time, to save both the merchant and Neria and after consuming the beast's soul the Dragonborn traveled with them to the next town. On the way Neria talked to him about life and duty. His words stuck with Neria for a while, even long after they had parted ways. Their meaning had a strange meaning to her, who had lost her path.

She kept traveling Skyrim as a mercenary, always keeping an open ear for stories about the Dragonborn. When she heard of his death, a great desire to help avenge him and to continue his fight arose inside her. The reason why keeps eluding her, but nonetheless Neria is committed to the cause.

Extra:
• She wears a Bonemold Armor, which shows marks of her many battles in the Accession War.
• She carries an elven shield, since she lost her original one in the battle for Narsis.
• She mainly uses a Jade Blade (JaySuS Swords) and an elven dagger, both of which she sometimes dual wields.