[b]Name:[/b] Rhillian of Drakelowe. 
[b]Age:[/b] 43. 
[b]Race:[/b] Imperial.
[b]Class:[/b] Healer.

[b]Portrait:[/b] 
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[b]Sum your life so far into a single paragraph:[/b] My adoptive father, Bram, found me on the doorsteps of his chapel in Drakelowe. He took me in and raised me as his own, just like his true-born son, Marcus. He was a priest of the Eight Divines and Marcus and I served as his assistants in the chapel while he trained us to become priests and healers in our own rights. I never considered any other path or calling -- it has always been clear to me that the gods sent me to him, or him to me, and that it was their will that I should follow in his footsteps. But it was also my firm belief that since I was not of his blood, the priesthood of Drakelowe was not mine to inherit and his family name, Falxius, was not mine to take, no matter how much he argued to the contrary. I felt that he had done more than enough for me by raising me and that he owed me nothing else, so I left when I I was old enough to fend for myself. I wandered for a while, finding new friends wherever I went, administering the faith and practicing as itinerant healer, but never staying in one place for too long -- for there was so much to see. When the Civil War in Skyrim broke out, I saw an opportunity to serve my country and my people and joined the Legion as chaplain. The regiments I was attached to taught me how to fight, and in turn I did my best to assuage their fears, soothe their troubles and mend their wounds. They were like family to me, but after the war was over and Ulfric Stormcloak had been killed, I saw no other option but to take the honorable discharge that was offered to me. I had seen enough of the horrors of war. I returned to wandering, though not as capricious as before -- I even settled down for a few years and tended to a small chapel at the edge of the world, on the shores of the Sea of Ghosts, atoning for my sins and learning the ways of the Nords whose insurrection I had worked to suppress. But I can sense the gods calling me back out on the path. I’m not old yet. I have a part left to play in the heart of this world, and here I am. 

Sorry, that was a longer paragraph than I intended. 

[b]What was the most difficult decision you've ever had to make?:[/b] Leaving the brotherhood and familiarity of the Legion behind after the Civil War. That was harder than leaving Bram and Marcus. Sometimes I wonder if I made a mistake, and I worry about my flock having to face the terrors burned into their memories without my guidance -- I was there with them, when it all happened, and I knew them well. It gnaws at me still. 

[b]Tell me how other people would describe you?:[/b] This is a hard question to answer. How am I to know what others think of me? I cannot see into their minds and I do not claim otherwise. But, if I had to hazard a guess, I would say that they would probably describe me as calm, patient, and (hopefully) understanding. It is my calling to listen, after all, and to provide courage through faith, healing through compassion and strength through fortitude. 

[b]What are your outside interests?:[/b] I am an eternal student. Knowledge is power, as they say. My favorite subjects are history, art, culture and the science, more or less in that order. My greatest priority is to strive towards a perfect understanding of the will and machinations of the Eight Divines, of course, but that is not exactly an [i]outside[/i] interest. 

[b]What are your greatest strengths?:[/b] As a healer and a chaplain, I provide a listening ear, a friendly shoulder, words of advice and my skill in the art of Restoration. I can only hope that my advice contains any wisdom. Only time will tell. I am handy enough with a blade -- needs must, and so on -- and I bring my own, so one will not have to be provided for me. I do not fear death. And I have studied the other religions of Tamriel quite zealously so I should be able to provide rudimentary guidance, at least, to those of all races and creeds. 

[b]What are your weaknesses?:[/b] I can be slow to act in the heat of the moment, for I like to think well before I do anything. My skills as a warrior are somewhat limited. And while I do not hurl my stomach at the sight of blood, I am certainly no ‘natural-born killer’, if there is such a thing. That can be a weakness in this line of work. I can only trust that my talents as a healer will make up for that. 

[b]What are your aspirations for the future?:[/b] Eventually, should I grow old enough to be forced to hang up the sword and the cloak, I should like to return to my chapel by the sea -- or any other chapel, really -- and provide pastoral care for the people until the end of my days. Start a family, perhaps… provided I meet the right person. 

[b]Why do you want to join this guild?:[/b] Helping those in need is honorable enough, so I should like to help those who help the ones in need. I have found fulfilment in that calling before during my time in the Legion, but soldiers are often forced to do things that don’t help anyone. This guild seems like a safer bet. 

[b]What are your expectations of the guild?:[/b] I expect honorable conduct from its members in the field. And I expect that the guild charges reasonable fees for services rendered. I do not condone, and will not participate in, any predatory schemes that leave poor folk penniless and destitute. We aim to help people, after all. 

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[row][cell][b]Skill Level[/b][/cell][cell][b]Skill[/b][/cell][/row]
[row][cell]Highly Proficient[/cell][cell]Restoration[/cell][/row]
[row][cell]Moderately Proficient[/cell][cell]Two-Handed, Conjuration[/cell][/row]
[row][cell]Somewhat Proficient[/cell][cell]One-Handed, Speech[/cell][/row]
[row][cell]Novice[/cell][cell]Medium Armor, Athletics[/cell][/row]
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[row][cell][b]Magic School[/b][/cell][cell][b]Spell[/b][/cell][/row]
[row][cell]Destruction[/cell][cell][/cell][/row]
[row][cell]Conjuration[/cell][cell]Summon Frost Atronach, Summon Flaming Familiar[/cell][/row]
[row][cell]Restoration[/cell][cell]Heal Other, Close Wounds, Circle of Protection[/cell][/row]
[row][cell]Illusion[/cell][cell][/cell][/row]
[row][cell]Alteration[/cell][cell][/cell][/row]
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[row][cell][b]Equipment Type[/b][/cell][cell][b]Item[/b][/cell][/row]
[row][cell]Weapon[/cell][cell]Steel claymore[/cell][/row]
[row][cell]Armour[/cell][cell]Imperial chainmail armor, worn underneath blue robes with fur lining[/cell][/row]
[row][cell]Food/Provisions[/cell][cell]Cheese, bread, a flask of Cyrodiilic brandy, dried meats[/cell][/row]
[row][cell]Alchemical Ingredients[/cell][cell][/cell][/row]
[row][cell]Miscellaneous[/cell][cell]Amulet of Arkay, silver chalice, maps, books and scrolls on medicine and Restoration (stored at the guild headquarters)[/cell][/row]
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