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[center][h1]Quavanir[/h1]
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P R O F I L E
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[sub]Known as[/sub]
[indent][sub]Quavanir "The Colorless"[/sub][/indent]
[sub]Height[/sub]
[indent][sub]6'9"[/sub][/indent]
[sub]Weight[/sub]
[indent][sub]262 lbs[/sub][/indent]
[sub]Gender[/sub]
[indent][sub]Male[/sub][/indent]
[sub]Race[/sub]
[indent][sub]Altner[/sub][/indent]
[sub]Age[/sub]
[indent][sub]42[/sub][/indent]
[sub]Birthsign[/sub]
[indent][sub]The Serpent[/sub][/indent]
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C A P A B I L I T I E S
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[sub]Deity[/sub]
[indent][sub]Kynareth[/sub][/indent]
[sub]Attributes[/sub]
[indent][sub]MAJOR: Willpower
minor: Strength[/sub][/indent]
[sub]Skills[/sub]
[indent][sub]- Expert: Destruction
- Adept: Alteration
- Adept: Blunt
- Apprentice: Light armor
- Apprentice: Athletics
- Novice: Restoration
- Novice: Acrobatics
- Novice: Security[/sub][/indent]
[sub]Spells[/sub]
[indent][sub][url=https://elderscrolls.fandom.com/wiki/Guard_(Oblivion_Spell)]Guard[/url]
[url=https://elderscrolls.fandom.com/wiki/Water_Breathing_(Oblivion)]Water breathing[/url]
[url=https://elderscrolls.fandom.com/wiki/Water_Walking]Water Walking[/url]
[url=https://elderscrolls.fandom.com/wiki/Fire_Storm_(Oblivion)]Fire storm[/url]
[url=https://elderscrolls.fandom.com/wiki/Baronoff%27s_Bloody_Icicle]Baronoff's Bloody Icicle[/url]
[url=https://elderscrolls.fandom.com/wiki/Shock_(Oblivion)]Shock[/url][/sub][/indent]
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I N V E N T O R Y
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[sub]Weapons and tools[/sub]
[indent][sub]Fine iron mace[/sub][/indent]
[sub]Outfit[/sub]
[indent][sub]As long as the need for combat is not present, Quavanir prefers not bothering himself with the weight and discomfort of armor, but allows his skin to get in touch with a simple robe made of thick, decorated cloth. Should it become necessary, he has a set of light chainmail available to him. Elven armor would have been nice of course, but Valenwald is not Sumerset and his budget is not that of a rich man.[/sub][/indent]
[sub]Consumables[/sub]
[indent][sub]1x Beer
2x Weak Potion of Healing[/sub][/indent]
[sub]Valuables[/sub]
[indent][sub]A small ebony amulet his father gave him when leaving the family, knowing that this could be the last time they'd ever see. Quavanir usually wears it all the time.

Quavanir currently carries 95 pieces of gold with him in a small pouch.[/sub][/indent]
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Quill
3x piece of parchment
A small leather satchel to keep stuff around on the move[/sub][/indent]
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APPEARANCE
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People say that Altmer have a golden hue to their skin and blonde hair, but Quavanir easily takes this to a rather extreme up to the point where his pale hull, almost white hair and stubby beard make him pass as an, albeit very mild, case of albinism. That is, of course, only as long as one ignores his eyes. These are so prominent golden orbs that Mundus might well have had more than one sun once until Quavanir stole the other two and imprisoned them in his oculi.

Overall his features make him look quite a tad older than he actually is with respect to the average lifespan of his kind, but the fact that his skin has been spared from any deterioration such as notable scars or wrinkles so far betrays his real age to the attentive observer. As is typical for an Altmer, Quavanir stands exceptionally tall compared to the vast majority of others in Cyrodiil, and years of low ranking, physical work from a relatively young age onwards and subsequent exercising have forged his body into something much more hefty than a magically talented beanpole.
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MOTIVATION AND OUTLOOK
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At least up until the current point of time Quavanir's motivation could have been described as that of a commoner, just living an everyday life, founding a family one day, get some children to pass on his heritage and the whole other smack. Okay, maybe a bit above that of your very barebones commoner as he has hopes of improving his magical prowess in certain areas even further, but who hasn't some kind of talent he or she hopes to build upon ?

However Akatosh's decision for him has started to raise questions in Quavanir's mind: Assuming that a god choses wisely there must be something else to himself than what he is aware of, otherwise there would have been much more suitable candidates or not ? He is eager to find out what this 'something' is and absolutely convinced that it actually exists. And the number of totally boring days of guard duty will probably be much smaller in the foreseeable future which can't be that bad of a thing either.
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HISTORY
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Quavanir was born in a small village in relative proximity to the city of Anvil and was the only child of his caring father Anlocur and his equally loving mother Vendil. However it didn't seem that history was willing to give him a good start as his mother Vendil died shortly after giving birth to him, probably even at least partially caused by it. They were anything but a very rich family so there were not only very limited resources in terms of coin and overall wealth, but also only his father Anlocur available to him. The latter took care of his only son the best he could for the first couple of years, but then this woman called Miranir showed up in his life and things went a little more haywire.

Or, to restate things using words much more likely to find Quavanir's approval: that ignorant bitch and her wayward spawn invaded his suboptimal, but still peaceful and not even so desperate life! Miranir brought with her a daughter that was younger and two sons that were a tad older than Quavanir, so the latter suddenly found himself boxed in between two other generations and being the only one with a different background. This might have gone well if Miranir had been a thoughtful and understanding person, but at least in Quavanir's retrospective view she instead soon proved to be rather egoistic, ignorant and with her children not being far behind that. Somehow she managed to make Anlocur blind for the slow turn of their family life towards the unbalanced just as she had managed to twist Anlocur around her greedy fingers in the first place.

As it happened though Quavanir was still in his early childhood, at least if measurement on an Altmer's development scale. It took the boy a few more years of growing up and becoming a more intelligent, stronger willed and less infantile person to actually understand how much his surroundings had really deteriorated. Once it slowly dawned upon him though he tried to start telling things. Miranir however didn't see anything wrong and Anlocur, having falling seriously ill himself at that time, had become too weak to resist and turn the whole affair inside out. So, instead of major changes, there now was major conflict that kept smouldering until Quavanir ultimately had enough.

He left, heavy-heartedly for and in agreement with his father, but still he did. He felt confident enough in himself to stand on his own feet quite a bit earlier than the average person, to get education and work to make a living and then maybe to try and fix things from a then much different point of view. Outside of Sumerset however things are not going as smoothly for an Altmer as they might be there, so that plan didn't exactly work out. For years, Quavanir ended up with various jobs as a temporary worker or doing things other members of the highborn race might not even have touched wearing gloves.

It was more by random chance than anything else that somebody actually noticed that a potentially powerful mage would be lost to the world if nothing would change about this. A rich Bosmer called Uungor whom Quavanir had been working for at the time discovered what he deemed to be a great talent. The man decided to sponsor some initial training to see whether anything would come out of it. An entirely altruistic move ? Certainly not! Uungor was in dire need of not only competent, but also loyal guards for his extensive property. Which better way to gain somebody's loyality could there be ? It was not that expensive for the initial stages after all...

It worked. After initial successes, Quavanir was allowed to continue exercising on his own as long as he wouldn't happen to burn down the mansion. Luckily it was something he never did. Also the plethora of previous jobs had brought with them a quite hardened body, so for his guard duty Quavaniar decided to keep that in proper shape as well the best he could.

And then someone must have seriously overcooked it with his or her conjuration, or how else can be explained what's going on from a humble Altmer's point of view ? If only he knew why Akatosh has chosen him and not... somebody else ?[/sub][/indent]
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RELATIONSHIPS AND OPINIONS
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A serious fraction of people appear to claim that the average Altmer's level of arrogance would be as high as he or she is standing tall. Quavanir thinks that they could be right. He has seen things from a low level person's point of view and without much of a protective bubble around him. Had it not been for the benign intervention of a stranger, he would not have made it to his current position. Also certain experiences with Miranir have been enough for him to deduce that living a life that's much longer than anybody else's also means that one can do much more wrong in a lifetime than anybody else.

Unfortunately his father Anlocur has fallen victim to his illness in the meantime, so he has pretty much lost contact with his family (or what's left of it anyway).
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