Seeing as there's a lack of Mer, now seems like a good time to drop this here.
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[B]Name:[/B] Balphor Revlund
[B]Race:[/B] Bosmer
[B]Sex:[/B] Male
[B]Age:[/B] 28
[B]Birthsign:[/B] The Shadow
[B]Family Origins:[/B] Elden Root, Valenwood
[B]Appearance:[/B][hider=picture][img] https://i.imgur.com/fY8ZryR.jpg[/img][/hider]
Balphor maintains a darker complexion on the wood elf skin tone spectrum. He has a lanky, swimmers build, with long arms and calloused hands. His eyes have a bright gold color, his most distinguishable feature. He often keeps his black, collarbone length hair, in a short tight ponytail, normally covered by his helm. He has a large set of scars running down the left side of his cheek to his chin from a wolf encounter many years ago. Over time, it has faded into the three thick lines. His armor is a mix of green and shades of autumn gold, as its years of service have seen some of its shine fade. Small scratches cover the armor, from years of claw and sword contact. Looking closely, one can see that his nose is slightly unevenly shaped, due to part of it being chewed off last year. Though it has since healed, and looks for the most part normal, it still maintains  an off putting shape now.
Balphor walks with a slight left sided limp, the result a tussle with a horker years ago, it does not slow him down, but when he walks at slower pace, it is much more noticable. Underneath his armor, but above his clothing, he wears a necklace, with many fangs and claws hanging off of the string, trophies from his years of hunting. He often carries his satchel, a small over the shoulder bag, with only a few smaller items.
[B]Equipment:[/B] 
Elven Helm
Elven Gauntlets
Elven Cuirass
Elven Greaves
Elven Bow
Elven Sword
Elven Dagger (He kept all of his elven gear after abandoning the dominion, taking it to  the local blacksmith whenever it is damaged)
Wool undergarments
35 steel arrows + Large quiver
[B]Misc. Possessions:[/B] A Small satchel containing 4 apples, a sack of gold totaling about 800 septims, a bottle of frostbite spider venom, bottle of potent paralysis poison.
[B]Family & Associations:[/B] 
Father - Deceased
Mother - Deceased
Felnor (childhood friend) - Deceased
Devrin (childhood friend) - Deceased 
[B]Favoured Skills:[/B]
High Proficiency- Archery - trained to wield a bow since he can remember, Balphor has mastered the art of a bow, learning not only how to shoot, but also to care for his bow and keep it in good condition. His father and his friends in the guard would often get Balphor old practice arrows from the barracks, and give them to him for practice, along with the old long bow his father had hand crafted him. He was taken out often to hunt, learning how to lead his target and shoot where his prey would be, rather than where it was.
High Proficiency- Sneak - from childhood, Balphor has always loved a good game of cat and mouse. This manifested into his love of hunting. He enjoys the wait, the silent stalking, the quiet tension when he sees his target, but they don’t see him, Balphor became addicted to the adrenaline of a good hunt. He only fed into this addiction by following his targets for days, sometimes weeks without them even knowing he was ever there. 
Moderate Proficiency - Single Handed Weapons - Though he was was not trained day and night constantly with a sword, like he was a bow, he is still a decent combatant with a blade. He did not receive proper swordsmen training until actually joining the ranks of the Thalmor. He is not trained with maces or axes and as such is incompetent with such weapons. His preference is a dagger, as it allows him the maneuverability to get around his opponents easily, and he almost always keep it dipped in paralysis poison in case.
Somewhat Proficient - Speech - His years working as a debt/tax collector gave him the experience to learn how to talk to people. He did not like having to use force or dirty tactic to get the payment, he’d rather use logic, reasoning, and a bit of deception at times to get people to cough up what they owed. Though this tactic was not always effective, he did learn a few things about how to deal with people, especially when it comes to parting with their money. Not to mention the years of bartering for pelts and game  he brought in from hunts, or trinkets brought back from cave explorations with his mother.
Somewhat Proficient -  Botany/Alchemy - A skill Balphor has picked up over the years in the woods, he’s learned what good edible berries look like and what the diarrhea inducing berries look like (something he learned the hard way). He has become quite adept at extracting the venom from spiders, and learned to craft his own paralysis poison using canis root, imp stool, and fungal pods. 
[B]History:[/B] Before his birth, Balphor’s family lived in valenwood, as his father was a high ranking guard. After being offered a promotion to the Dominion guard, his family moved to Elden Root, the capital of the Dominion, where Balphor was born. Balphor would spend much of his childhood attempting to shoot birds out of the sky with his small short bow, posted up in small nests he’d crafted in the tops of trees. His aim, though mediocre at the the time, continued to improve, as his persistence to finally knock one out of the sky kept him constantly trying over and over. When he finally hit one, landing an arrow right in the bird’s neck, he carried the body back into town, and traded it for the most rewarding sweetroll of his life. As a young boy, his mom would often sneak him into dwemer ruins and caves, a tradition to be carried on later when he was older, only he would be assisting on the exploration. 

His teens were spent training to one day to follow in his father’s footsteps and one of the elite Dominion guards. He would often go on month long hunting trips with his friends, surviving only on what they hunted and gathered. He would spend much of this idle time practicing his archery, carving targets into trees and walking back a few dozen yards and begin shooting. The sounds of the forest would keep him awake, giving him plenty more time to practice with a new level of difficulty. This would last for about three to four days before he would collapse into his tent for a solid sixteen hour rest. The scars on the left side of his face are from a wolf encounter when he was about eighteen. Balphor and his two friends, Felnor and Devrin, had been tracking a pack of wolves through the woods for almost two whole days when they decided to rest for a short while. Balphor had just fallen asleep when he heard his friend’s cry. He rushed to aid Devrin, who lay lifeless with his neck torn open, and pouring blood into the grass and mud. Looking around, Balphor only saw blood and dragging marks, leading back into the forest, no sign of Felnor. Balphor sat with his dying friend and held his hand as he enjoyed his final breaths, unaware of Balphor still clutching his dagger, scared the wolves were not satisfied with Felnor’s body alone. After his friend peacefully passed over, Balphor grabbed his bow and arrows filled with a blind rage, he began to go to work, setting a trap. 
Using his friend’s body as bait, he sat in the tree’s waiting for the predators to return for their kill. It only took roughly two hours for the wolves to return, one them still carrying a piece of Felnor in his mouth. In the  light of the early morning dawn, the clearing was quiet as the five wolves began to feast for the second time, unaware of the vengeful predator lurking above. Waiting until all of them were distracted with Devrin’s body, he knocked ad released an arrow, quickly followed by a second taking out two wolves before they broke their attention from the feast. Launching himself from the trees, Balphor landed dagger first onto another wolf’s skull, his foot catching another wolf in the skull as well, breaking its jaw, sending it scurrying away. Balphor and the final wolf circled each other, staring each other down over the bodies of their fallen friends, waiting for the the other to make a move. The wolf pounced first, its fangs bared and claws out, Balphor raised his arms, extending the dagger out to catch the furry beast. Ass the claws tore down the side of Balphor’s face, the dagger sank into the wolf’s chest, and with a swift thrust, to the side, Balphor sent the wolf down to the ground. Balphor was a different person after returning home. 
Enlisting in the guard, Balphor quickly found his talents for tracking and people handling being used as a debt collector for the dominion. Those who had not paid their taxes, or were due for a loan payment, and had evaded normal collectors sent to their homes, had someone like Balphor sent after them to collect, one way or another. This business often had a gruesome end, with Balphor forced to return with important family heirlooms, life savings, rent money, and sometimes fingers. Customers knew the risks when they took the loan, somewhat easing his conscious, though he never enjoyed his job. Unfortunately, Balphor’s mother frequently took out loans to pay for her archeological digs and explorations but had recently come up short this last time as it the ruin had not had nearly as big a payoff as she was expecting. 
Finding his parent’s bodies, he could not comprehend what had transpired and began to drive himself insane over the murders, trying to figure out what had happened. Unfortunately all of his mother’s research and artifacts had been taken as well. After learning the truth of the events leading up to their death, Balphor fled Elden Root and the dominion seeking a new start, he went back to his roots of living off the land, trying to find new meaning, renouncing the Dominion and seeking to find the missing pieces of his parents murder. Though unlikely, he remains hopeful there might be some clue to what his mother was looking for that put her into debt and got her and her husband killed. Balphor has slowly become one of the most wanted men in the Dominion, now hunting the Thalmor rather than doing it’s dirty work.
[B]Personality:[/B] Balphor is an adrenaline junky. He loves the thrill of a chase and the sweet success of catching his prey.  His new favorite thing to hunt, are roaming Thalmor ‘diplomats’ and guard’s travelling the land. He occasionally leaves one guard alive, to make sure he sees Balphor’s face, so he can return back to tell the Dominion exactly who it was. He holds more of a grudge against the Altmer specifically, though high ranking Wood elf and Khajiit are still partial to blame, as their governments agree with the Dominion enough to not rebel. Balphor often has night terrors of his parent’s death, giving him insomnia like no other, making him somewhat irritable. 
Though he is still holds a grudge, it does not control him entirely. He is a capable socialite, and often spends his night in the comfort of a lady’s bed rather than the cold ground of the wild.  Despite his natural talent for getting around unnoticed, Balphor still sees himself above stealing and the killing of innocent people, he is not a thief or assassin nor does he like to be considered one, though there are some parts of the law he is not above (running skooma). 

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