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[color=seagreen][B]Race:[/B][/color] Khajiit, Cathay
[color=seagreen][B]Sex:[/B][/color]  Male	
[color=seagreen][B]Age:[/B][/color]  38
[color=seagreen][B]Family Origins:[/B][/color]  Senchal, Pelletine
[color=seagreen][B]Birthsign:[/B][/color]  The Lady 
[color=seagreen][B]Appearance:[/B][/color]  

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Standing at 5’08” and weighing in about 185 pounds, the Khajiit is a powerful figure with a lean but muscular figure that lends itself to explosive bursts of energy and endurance. His fur is a granite-grey colour with black stripes, with a pale grey down his muzzle and belly, and dark markings about his eyes, giving him a much more severe appearance as his ice-blue eyes peer out from the darkness like the twin moons above, narrow feline slits as the pupils. He is a handsome figure, with pronounced cheekbones, a long and powerful jaw and a broad chin with a set of finely cared for teeth. 

Moving up his forehead and nestled atop the lattice of stripes and dark fur is a black mane, styled up into a distinctive Mohawk that  gives him a youthful and brash appearance, along with two long and black-tipped ears that contain a number of piercings along its length; each one is from a new place he travelled, giving him a menagerie of gold, silver, and copper hues along the length.

Being of the Cathay breed, Zaveed has a very human or elf-like posture, walking flat-footed on the ground with a relaxed but measured strut, giving the Khajiit a certain measure of swagger that conveys confidence and no small amount of commanding presence as his hands rest upon his twin axes, Jone and Jode, that seem as much a part of him as the piercings in his ears.

Zaveed is a Khajiit who enjoys the finer things in life, and his manner of dress lends credit to that. Wearing primarily dark colours that are often accentuated with vibrant sashes and masculine jewellery, Zaveed prefers thigh-height leather boots, loose trousers, and front lacing tunics that he often leaves loose to leave his chest exposed. In combat, he wears sleeveless grey leather armour that is reinforced with interlocking steel scales buried within the layers that gives him an almost ghostly appearance when in his armour. 

[color=seagreen][B]Equipment:[/B][/color] 
[list]Twin Dwemeri Axes, Masser and Secunda
Elven dagger with Sapphire Pommel
Sleeveless grey leather vest with steel plating woven in the fabric
Leather bandoleer and vest with storage pouches
Twin Dwemeri pistols (20 rounds of shot)[/list]
[color=seagreen][B]Misc. Possessions:[/B][/color] 
[list]Misc. coins and gemstones
Dwemeri Ministry of Order agent badge
Whetstone and oil
3x Lesser soul gems[/list]

[color=seagreen][B]Family and Associations:[/B][/color] 
[list]Sevari [color=39b54a](Alive)[/color]
Marassa [color=39b54a](Alive)[/color][/list]
[color=seagreen][B]Favoured Skills:[/B][/color] 
[b]Highly Proficient[/b]
[list]One-Handed Axe
Athletics[/list]
[b]Moderately Proficient[/b]
[list]Marksmanship
Speech[/list]
[b]Slightly Proficient[/b]
[list]Provisioning[/list]
[color=seagreen][B]History:[/B][/color] 

Born in 4E170CE, Zaveed hails from Senchal, the major port city of the Kingdom of Pelletine and a major cultural and trade hub of the Aldmeri Dominion where people from across Tamriel just happened to end up like it was a continental gutter. For the young Khajiit, it perfectly encapsulated his entire upbringing.

Born alongside his twin sister, Marassa, to a prostitute mother they never knew the name of, they were both forced to be abandoned at an extremely young age and forced to fend for themselves on Senchal’s lawless streets, only surviving from the charity of those who took enough pity to feed and clothe them, but not enough to shelter them for any length of time. Because of this, both spent most of their childhood as malnourished thieves and sometimes robbers that knew the streets well enough to know how and where to slip past guards that might have stopped them; being two of countless kids on the streets made keeping track of any of them an impossible order for the city watch, and as such, few of them actually made an effort to track down the small thieves that only made it off with a handful of produce or loaves of bread.  It was only by chance that the first time they’d been caught at the ripe age of 4, they were rescued by chance by a young Ohmes-raht  boy named Sevari, who helped them escape the city guard and using his talents as a cut purse helped provide them with a meal of lamb that day. He became the closest thing the twins had to family in their life, and an immediate bond was formed. 

For the next four years, Zaveed, Marassa, and Sevari were all inseparable, surviving in the streets by stealing and scavenging whenever possible. They slept in gutters and under overhangs, the mouths of sewers, on the beach, wherever they felt was safe for the night. It was a miserable life, but they had found family when they needed it, even if many of them were sick often and forced to steal and beg for cure disease potions quite often to wash down the scraps of food and tropical fevers they contracted. They dreamed of being rich enough to afford food all of the time, to be loved by the people, to be heroes like they had heard about so many times in plays performed in the streets.  One day, the three of them would escape from the poverty and toil they endured and make a life for themselves.

It all changed when one morning, Sevari was gone, his bedroll empty and gone without a word. The betrayal had stung, and the twins grew restless and angry, growing more brash as their bodies and mind matured, deciding they’d waited long enough in the slums to deserve a better future. With all of the care and caution they’d practiced for years suddenly being tossed in the wind; it was only a matter of time before they ran into a situation that would change their lives forever. 

Marassa was one day caught by Dominion guards mugging a merchant a month after Sevari’s departure, and she fought like a demon to ward off being apprehended. For over an hour she fought, trying to get away and not allowing herself to be taken until she eventually tired and was forced to submit to Dominion forces, whose commander took notice of her fighting spirit. She was offered a choice; enlist as a cadet in the war academy or languish behind bars. With her brother nowhere to be seen, she made her choice and agreed to the terms. She would not see Zaveed again for many years. 

Now alone and lost, Zaveed spent much of his time at the docks, dreaming of an escape that would never come. He watched the ships come and go, the crews with full bellies and impressive looking weapons strapped to their hips with a certain amount of awe and envy. Perhaps it was desperation or boldness that prompted him to approach one captain, Dar’Narra, and ask to be taken on his ship, [I]The Serpent’s Gale[/I]. To his surprise, the captain said yes, and soon began a life of living hell for a nine year old Zaveed.
Forced into a life of menial labour, Zaveed was tasked with keeping the ship clean and helping the cook, and only when he grew a bit older was he tasked with stowing weapons and armour, and doing menial labour. Dar’Narra’s crew were privateers, tasked with the Dominion to raid her enemies and attacking unauthorized vessels in their seas. For every good day, there were three more that were a waking nightmare; when Zaveed became of age, crew members took advantage of him, and Dar’Narra himself used him to pay off brothel tabs. It was a brutal and degrading life that left Zaveed cold and bitter, but he knew he could either die or overcome it. One night, during his 16th year, Zaveed buried an axe in the chests of six of the crew members who had abused him while they slept and while still bloodied, he fell asleep soundly for the first time in many years. Instead of being butchered while he slept, Zaveed woke up to Dar’Narra starring down at him with a wicked grin. 

“Took you long enough to grow a spine. Come; this one will teach you how to properly fight.” The older Khajiit said. And so, Zaveed was forced to run a gauntlet of fights with the entirety of the crew for weeks on end, missing out on most meals for losses and beatings for his failures and the murder of the six crew members. While he was still forced to do menial labour, Zaveed became stronger and more capable of fighting, his determination pushing him further and further past his limits, his tolerance for pain and discomfort growing as his body was constantly in a state of injury and healing. Perhaps it was his memory of the time on the streets that kept him from submitting, or defiance at his abusers, but Zaveed remained under Dar’Narra’s watchful gaze, fights called off when one party or the other went too far. Still, he became a talented fighter over the next several months and a privateer in earnest as he earned the respect of those on the ship. Some taught him how to read and write, others how to rig the ship and read the stars. What was once a nightmare he could not escape from became a family of sorts, one where one lived and died by the blade. 

And so, when the  [I]Serpent’s Gale[/I] came upon a smuggler’s vessel two months after the murder of his crewmates, Zaveed was sent as the vanguard to see exactly how much he progressed and if he was worth the lives of those he wasted; it was a slaughter. Smugglers who spent years avoiding conflict and fighting were out of practice or just plain untalented warriors and with twin axes in hand, Zaveed personally felled four of the 20 man ship’s crew, even fighting through a dagger that had been driven into his back by a man who would soon be lacking a jaw. Dar’Narra had fought alongside Zaveed, quietly assessing if his protégé had potential and found himself pleased. His ship needed strong men who were capable and ruthless; trimming the fat hardly bothered him. Many of the [I]Serpent’s Gale[/I] were men and women  who came from nothing and signed on for similarly desperate reasons as Zaveed had, and many had turned into the same sorts of abusive degenerates that he’d slaughtered. It was a matter of letting the strong consume the weak, and seeing which was which. Seeing Zaveed drenched in blood and laughing for the duration of the slaughter, Dar’Narra knew he’d been in the right to cultivate the young Khajiit rather than end his miserable existence. He would be molded into quite a capable crewmember.

After a year of serving as an equal on the ship to most of the crew and growing only more exceptional with each encounter, Dar’Narra presented Zaveed with an elven dagger with a sapphire pommel, a badge of office he called it. Zaveed took it with gravity and pride, keeping it strapped to the small of his back above his tail so it was out of the way of his twin axes that he’d grown rather fond of and proficient with, using them to seemingly effortlessly parry and deflect blows from another weapon while immediately being able to exploit openings. Inexperienced fighters died like children, and because of his conditioning, Zaveed’s stamina and pain tolerance were among the most impressive Dar’Narra had ever seen. So long as Zaveed could outlast his opponent, they more than likely were going to die as soon as they slipped. It became a game for him; taunting and flourishes became a part of his fighting style and he was very agile on his feet, having long learned that if you don’t let yourself become anchored to a spot, the enemy cannot force you into a disadvantage. Other crew members taught him how to use a bow, even going so far as to bait sharks and fell them with arrows when they breached the surface. For many months, he could barely aim such a weapon on the rocking of a ship, but Zaveed certainly had sea legs and learned how to anticipate and feel the motion of the ship; he became an impressive shot, and overly confident sailors on enemy vessels learned too late exactly what would happen if they left a torso exposed for too long.  As a privateer, he was a far cry of the scared young boy he used to be, and the innocence he once had had long died when it had been robbed from him. The man who emerged was much harder and ruthless and morally flexible.

For a decade, Zaveed served, working his way up to being quartermaster of the [I]Serpent’s Gale[/I], managing the ship’s inventory and acting as Dar’Narra’s right hand man. His portion of cuts grew exponentially over the years, and those who spoke out against him found out that Zaveed was rather impatient with those who defied him or wasted his time and examples were made. However, he was quite generous with those who did their duties and showed promise, using his own personal cut to buy sailors rounds at the bar and nights at the brothels on shore leave. Being fond of gifts, he often rewarded the crew for acts of bravery or talent, and some of the crew became close to him; Felicia Harding, a talented and extremely sadistic pyromancer that had a lot of ambition but had been risen out of the same abuse that Zaveed had endured and tried to put an end to that had become his best friend who shared in a lustful attraction with one another whenever they needed to “scratch an itch”, the other principle friend Zaveed made was an older Orsimer named Grogash that was the master at arms for the ship that had provided all of the weapons and armour maintenance to the entire crew. The Orc was always polite and good for a talk, and had been a comforting figure in Zaveed’s early years on the ship, someone who cultivated a softer and more humane side and an appreciation for weapons and their application. Through him, Zaveed learned how to maintain his axes and customize them to his liking; he trimmed off excess materials to make them lighter and swifter, wrapped them with leather strips in a manner to ensure a positive grip when wet, and replace the wooden handles when they grew damaged beyond use. As such, the more Zaveed worked on his own weapons, the more they became extensions of himself.  

Everything came to a head when Zaveed was 27 years old and Dar’Narra’s advancing age had him searching for easier marks and coin. While initially welcoming of less dangerous assignments, a line was crossed for Zaveed and much of the crew when Dar’Narra took on a job to smuggle a shipment of slaves to a wealthy Dunmer client that had business interests in Senchal; the Argonian aggression had severely hurt his family plantation and as such, profits and manpower suffered. Given that it had been several years since Dar’Narra had preyed on the poor to fill his ranks, the old Khajiit likely had forgotten that most of his loyal crew had come from nothing and endured conditions not at all dissimilar to slavery. A rift formed between Zaveed and Dar’Narra, and the crew avoided the tempest that was brewing the best they could until it was evident Dar’Narra wasn’t going to listen to protest. Zaveed stepped in, demanding Dar’Narra step down as captain as he was no longer fit to lead. The two fought, spear verses axe, mentor verses student. If one were expecting a drawn out and climatic battle, they would have been disappointed; Dar’Narra’s advanced age had rendered him slower and weaker than he used to be, and he relied on the length of his weapon to keep Zaveed at bay. 

However, Zaveed’s customization to his axes and his attempts to shave off weight gave them a particular balance that made them well suited for throwing; dodging a thrust, the younger Khajiit threw his dominant axe at Dar’Narra, burying itself in his shoulder  and rendering his weapon useless, and with a feral yell and both hands behind the strength of one axe, Zaveed drove his blade into Dar’Narra’s gut like he was felling a tree. His mentor fell and died, guts spilling from the curved blade’s incision. It had been over in an instant. With a man he had once admired crumpled into a wasted heap on the deck, Zaveed impassively ordered the remains to be tossed overboard. A funeral was simply a waste of shore leave and would raise far too many questions, and keeping a corpse on deck for weeks would have been repugnant. 

And so, Zaveed took charge of the [I]Serpent’s Gale[/I], and with the support of much of the veterans of the crew, his ascent to captain was largely unchallenged. He rechristened the vessel [I]Merrunz’s Wrath[/I], and Zaveed of Senchal had begun to call himself Greywake, a name that would become infamous in the following years for the daring exploits of the young captain and his crew, who Zaveed spent considerable time and effort in consulting and eradicating the abuse that had been rampant under Dar’Narra. He wanted loyalty, and he did not want more children to be pressed into an abusive and cruel upbringing under his watch. He shared portions generously with his crew, and often acquiesced to reasonable requests. 

While he did recruit from orphans like himself, he dealt with any who would abuse their trust harshly, often clawing violators across the face, leading it to becoming something of a mark of shame that would make them harder to hire on more reputable crews. Many tried to fight Zaveed, but the result was always the same; more food for sharks. Captain Greywake became something of  a darling among Dominion nautical circles, and even the Thalmor had come to appreciate his talents; Zaveed frequently made trips to Auridon and made his services indispensable towards those who needed services of his considerable talent. All in all, Zaveed was finally contented with his station in life, and while infamously cruel to those who resisted him, he was a man of his word and due to his seafaring ways, he became very worldly and culturally aware very quickly. His influence was considerable, and outside of wartime, privateers such as himself could do things that Dominion Navy vessels could not. 

It was this this reputation that would one day bring a face from the shadows and his past to confront him over a decade later, and reluctantly, Zaveed took the job from the ghost that was once his brother and would have everything he’d worked so hard for ripped away from him in a single fateful storm that would see him enthralled to the service of the Deep Elves and their secretive Ministry of Order.  And entirely different sort of people now had a high demand for his talent, and seeing perhaps  chance of reclaiming his former glory, Zaveed of Senchal has become one of their most dangerous instruments.

[B]Personality:[/B]

Roguish and charismatic, Zaveed has endured more hardships in his life than most and instead of being broken by his experiences, he has turned out being a hardened and ruthless man with an extremely flexible moral compass. Unflinching towards acts of violence and cruelty on one hand, he is a tender lover and a steadfast friend to those he feels have earned his respect. One of his strengths is that Zaveed doesn’t dwell on slights committed, but he will act upon them if he is feeling vindictive or would serve a purpose. Having fought with most members of his former crew and been constantly beaten in skirmishes, he had learned quickly that simply surviving is a reward in itself, and an enemy today may be a friend tomorrow, it simply does not do to dwell on pointless concepts such as revenge or vengeance. As such, he harbours very little ill will towards those who best them, instead preferring to learn lessons from his losses and honouring their resourcefulness. 

It isn’t to say that Zaveed is entirely forgiving; he often feels that it is up to those who earn his ire to endure his efforts to rectify their mistakes, often to fatal ends. He does not shy away from torture, as it is simply a tool to obtain information he wishes. However, his patience isn’t infinite, and if intimidation and pain doesn’t divulge anything of use, he will not hesitate to execute his hostage as it is simply another liability to deal with. His harsh upbringing has given him a somewhat opposed personality of being charming and amicable on one hand, and manic and savage on the other. Quick to taunt and insult, fighting is a joy for him, and he uses others’ emotional vulnerabilities to lure them into a situation that favours his desired outcome. He firmly believes that anything he sets his mind towards is guaranteed, so long as he doesn’t give up that path. There’s been very little instances where Zaveed does not get what he desires in the end; he will pursue a goal for years with the same determination as if he decided to set upon that course.

He has a complicated view towards his former family and current friends; he is a man capable of great affection and tolerance, but he views relationships as fleeting and temporary and in many ways, he is very lonely and emotionally stunted. Never having had a proper relationship or role models to know what that looks like, he has developed affections he cannot readily explain or justify, and while he can cut people from his life easily, those who remain in it remain objects of his affection and attention and he can be lavish with gifts and favours, a habit likely formed from his mother being a brothel whore and his own experiences in such establishments. His presence is often chaotic and while he is a planner and a thinker, much of what Zaveed does is decided on a whim, and it can make him somewhat chaotic and unpredictable. 

However, despite all of his shortcomings, once Zaveed decides someone is worth his time and effort, he becomes steadfast and devoted to making their ends meet and proving his unique worth. As of now, it is the Dwemer overlords that had forced him into their service, but should he see a path to freedom, he is quite keen on finding a way to reclaim the life he worked so hard to obtain. Now, having reunited with his brother and seeing a light to follow, he carries on into a brave new world, uncertain of his place within it.
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