[center][b]CHARACTERS THAT WILL BE HAVE BEEN ACCEPTED AND WILL BE USED IN THE ROLEPLAY[/b][/center]

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[center][i]”And so begins the intellectual against the insufferable.”[/i][/center]

[b]Name:[/b]
Ri’zhid of Cyrodiil

[b]Aliases:[/b]
None to speak of.

[b]Race:[/b]
Khajiit born under Masser’s waxing phase and Secunda’s full phase (Cathay)

[b]Appearance:[/b]
A Cathay Khajiit with dark grey fur with black markings on his forehead, ears and neck, with white fur outlining the fur on his jawline, cheekbones, eyes and mouth. Possess two claw marks presumably caused by a fellow Khajiit. Possess grey eyes, is an above average height of his subcategory of Khajiit and is somewhat muscular. Tail is completely dark grey.

[b]Personality:[/b]
Ri’zhid is mostly seen as an overly sarcastic Khajiit with a wide vocabulary and a reputation of using his wit and words against his opponent. He finds an interest in most things, such as the events of the Oblivion Crisis, anything related to the mage Shalidor, and lore pertaining the provinces of Tamriel. He has made a small hobby of his to make sure that he documents all of his adventures onto his small book, no matter how mundane, strange or complicated it is.

In most situations, he’s a charismatic flirt that is either a pleasure or a nightmare to be around, but does have a tendency to get serious when lives are taken into consideration. Conversing with him about most things is easy, as he has a basic understanding of most things that goes around the world. He detests some things such as idiocy or debates about things he finds irrelevant. Despite his close relationship with Cyrodiil, he happens to have a dislike for the Imperial Legion for accepting the White-Gold Concordat, which has made his life a pain due to the Third Aldmeri Dominion having a poor replication of the first one.

Among other things, he harbors no hatred for other races, believing that the person would have to let their true colors show before he can make an accurate opinion on a person. He mostly follows the Nine Divines of the Imperial Pantheon, including the god Talos. With his vernacular, he mostly speaks as if he was raised by Imperials, though there are some moments where he will interject with the Khajiit third person talk.

[b]Backstory:[/b]
[i]This one does not feel like glorifying the story of an orphan who made a name for himself, but he shall tell you how he ended up in Helgen ready to have his head chopped off by the Imperial Legion.

I will tell the truth to you; I despise the Thalmor with a burning passion, but I do not wish death upon them. This was an accident that did however cost a life... and my freedoms as a citizen of Cyrodiil. It was a cold Frostfall evening when I was making travelling in Bruma, near the border to the cold lands of Skyrim. I had recently did a bounty for a local bandit leader that had been robbing caravans and stores around there. I would be going back to the board in order to collect my reward, but... I see a group of them.

They were leading a prisoner with them. A Nord woman that was... about three months pregnant. I was wondering what she had done wrong, but then again, I wasn't going to concern myself with them... Until they started rough housing the woman. What was this one supposed to do? Ri'zhid saw a woman carrying a child inside of her. So, I stormed up to them with the fury of a Pahmar-raht.

One thing led to another and then I helped the prisoner escape. I was going to face criminal charges anyway, but then... one of the unsheathed his sword and tried to swing at me. Unfortunately for him, I was faster. I drew out a dagger and dodged his swipe before instinctively impaling it through his throat. The red gushed from his body before he was on the floor, lifeless. This... was a problem.

So, what did I do? I ran, to put it simply. Ran for hours until I eventually ran into a battle between the two warring factions in Skyrim. The Imperials and Stormcloaks. Didn't know if anyone else was there before I was hit from behind with presumably a hilt of some sort. Knocked me out cold.

And [b]that[/b] is how I ended up in Helgen.
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[b]Primary Skills[/b]: Heavy Armor - 60, Light Weaponry - 60, Speech - 75

[b]Secondary Skills[/b]: Illusion - 50, Destruction - 50, Smithing - 50, Enchanting - 50

[b]Tertiary Skills[/b]: Block - 30, Alchemy - 25, Conjuration - 40, Restoration - 40

[b]Factoids/Miscellaneous Information:[/b] Favorite color is magenta, was born on the Sun's Dawn, constantly writes in his journal, always has a knack to get things extremely cheap. Has nightmares whenever the book The Lusty Argonian Maid is brought up from a scarring experience in his childhood. Don't ask.

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