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[color=steelblue][b]"...So, would this be a bad time to point out that I have [i]no idea what I'm doing?"[/i][/b][/color][/center][hr][hr]
[color=SteelBlue][b]Name:[/b][/color] Caddach Thraigyr
[color=SteelBlue][b]Age:[/b][/color] 19
[color=SteelBlue][b]Race:[/b][/color] Breton, Mostly
[color=SteelBlue][b]Appearance:[/b][/color] Of relatively modest height— standing at only 5'6"— but surprisingly built as a consequence of both his occupation and the Karthic blood in his veins. Caddach's light brown hair (with the occasional tinge of the ginge) is cut short in the legionary fashion, both to keep it out of his way and to keep his head cool during those balmy Cyrodiil summers, where he often finds himself working on the palace's roof— which also accounts for his near constant farmer's tan.

[color=SteelBlue][b]Personality:[/b][/color] A child of Cyrodiil through and through, Caddach is a clever, hardworking, often sarcastic but all around good natured kind of lad who, despite all his family's wealth and being noble by birth, has never really [i]acted the part;[/i] the result of growing up around many different kinds of people from all sorts of places as well as his House's general shutting out from [i]'Proper Society'[/i] by the Nibenese High-Nobility for their 'foreign' origins and ways. As such, to the eyes of anyone else, he's pretty much just your average kid from the Imperial City— knowing the place with the kind of intuition only a local could. Like where to get what you want, where you'll be ripped off and where to cover your coin-purse as well as being on a first-name basis with all sorts; beggars, mercs, shopkeeps, inn-keepers and guards— many of whom he's known since he was a kid and some he actually grew up with. Though that's not to say he's some [i]soft-skinned city boy[/i] either, and his youthful travels as well as being raised largely by his grandparents have made him just as comfortable sitting at a campfire in Black Marsh, hiking through the Colovian Highlands or within the walls of Orsinium as he would be at home.

At the end of the day, despite his storied lineage and arguably [i]much more successful siblings,[/i] our boy Caddach has never aspired to be anything more than what he actually [i]is.[/i] Just a local guy, loyal to his Empire and Emperor, doing his job, paying his taxes and going out for a drink with his friends on the weekends or dropping in on his family to see his grandparents, maybe get a free meal out of his mum and [i]definitely[/i] to play with the pets. 

[i]Just a guy.[/i] Nothing more, nothing less.           
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[color=SteelBlue][b]Groundskeeper:[/b][/color] Caddach's job is to maintain the Imperial Palace, and he's actually gotten pretty good at it; a bit of carpentry here, a bit of slating or masonry there, sweeping or scrubbing the floors... That kind of thing.

[color=SteelBlue][b]Innawoods Survival Training:[/b][/color] A consequence of all those trips he took as a boy, and going out camping with his grandparents so often; Caddach is actually [i]quite[/i] comfortable in the outdoors and can hunt, scavenge, fish, build a fire to cook things he hunts, scavenges and fishes and doesn't do too bad of a job at the cooking part either. Can also do the basic things like building a lean-to to protect himself from the elements when he sleeps and knows where to, and more importantly, where [i]not[/i] to dig a latrine.

[color=SteelBlue][b]Animal Knowledge:[/b][/color] When you grow up with a Druid and a Reachman for grandparents, in a house with [i]many[/i] animals, like, for example; a lazy sabrecat, a cuddly, very well taken care of and affectionate skeever and multiple horse-sized wolves... you learn a few things. Though this will likely not see much use outside of perhaps tracking game, identifying and warding off wild animals and perhaps, [i]just maybe,[/i] deactivating a hostile— or just scared— beast with the application of [i]precision scritches in the right spot.[/i] 

[color=SteelBlue][b]Martial Knowledge:[/b][/color] Though he hasn't seriously trained with a weapon in years, as a scion to a family of knights, a good chunk of his youth before entering the Arcane University (and even then, unofficially carrying it on under his 'tutor') was spent in martial training, making him familiar with weapons of all kinds— and having more of a knack for it at the time than maybe even he himself realised... Though the most he gets out of it these days is the occasional spar with bored palace guards or a few nobles.

[color=SteelBlue][b]Educated:[/b][/color] Though Caddach doesn't speak, or usually act all that differently than your other average kid born and raised in the Imperial City, and generally keeps his mouth shut and his head down while doing his work, he's actually far more clever than he ever really lets on. Sharp, even for a Breton and not at all hindered by his family's relative wealth affording him a damned decent education from an early age and access to all the books he could ever want as a kid.

[color=SteelBlue][b]Magicka:[/b][/color] Before his unceremonious booting from the Arcane University, Caddach managed to pick up a thing or two from his... particularly unorthodox teacher. Namely a bit of restoration, some uncommon tricks from the school of destruction (like the ability to use [i]melee weapons[/i] as a magical focus, though he is somewhat out of practice with it) and an actually impressive amount from the school of alteration; some of which are technically forbidden under Tamrielic law.

[color=SteelBlue][b]Herbalism:[/b][/color] Caddach's dear old grandma Elyza was a druid back in the day, and made sure to pass on some of her knowledge to her darling little 'Snuggle-Bug'. So while his tumultuous time at the Arcane University prevented him from becoming a [i]proper[/i] alchemist, he still has more than enough knowledge to identify and make use of nature's bounty to know what can be eaten and to create everything from salves, tonics and remedies to more mundane things like good spices, soothing teas, refreshing poscas and some of grandma's assorted [i]super-secret[/i] recipes for food and snacks. 
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[color=SteelBlue][b]Frost:[/b][/color] Skilled enough to use it offensively... maybe, but these days Caddach uses it mainly to chill his drink or, on a [i]really[/i] hot day, on [i]himself[/i] to cool off, so he's a bit out of practice. 

[color=SteelBlue][b]Fire:[/b][/color] As above, our boy [i]is[/i]— theoretically, anyway— skilled enough to make use of fire spells on the attack. However, Caddach hasn't actually [i]done so[/i] in a while, mainly using it for mundane things like heating his tea or cooking his lunch on the fly, so he's [i]juuuuust[/i] a bit rusty.

[color=SteelBlue][b]Shock:[/b][/color] Something Caddach was trained [i]extensively[/i] in, both by Ted and his grandfather before that, as a Nine-Damned [i]lightning bolt to the face[/i] is an immediate and [i]particularly effective[/i] 'Fuck you [i]and[/i] your mom' to anybody looking for the smoke. However, he basically hasn't used it [i]at all[/i] since taking on his new job, as there isn't much place for lightning in the day-to-day life of a Groundskeeper, so he's [i]severely[/i] out of practice.       

[color=SteelBlue][b]Water:[/b][/color] A neat, non-standard variation of the Frost spell Caddach picked up as a kid. Useful for a quick drink on the go, filling canteens and buckets or hosing down your friends as a cheeky prank. Actually gets a lot of use out of this one on hot days.

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[color=SteelBlue][b]Glowlight:[/b][/color] One of Caddach's more day-to-day spells, mainly because it's a helluva lot better than carrying a torch around all day on the off-chance he has to keep working into the night. With the added bonus that it's a lot less likely to catch things (like, say, [i]tar)[/i] on fire.

[color=SteelBlue][b]Waterwalking:[/b][/color] One of the first spells Caddach ever learned as a child, and something he used so often it became almost second nature. Great for not drowning if you fall off a boat, getting to weird places or, if you were a dumb kid like [i]he[/i] was in his youth, [i]infinite amusement riding those big damned waves off the Gold Coast.[/i] Also very useful for catching slaughterfish, oddly enough; As all you really have to do is stand there, wiggle your feet to get one's attention, then step out of the way as it comes up— mad as all Oblivion and looking for your toes— and [b]whack it with a stick.[/b] 

[color=SteelBlue][b]Waterbreathing:[/b][/color] Something else he learned early on when he was a kid, partly as a back up in case the waterwalking thing failed for some reason and partly because he had a lot of Argonian friends growing up, and the spell helped him keep up with their innate ability to breathe underwater all those times they went out for a dive in the Niben looking for cool stuff or for a bit of spear fishing.   

[color=SteelBlue][b]Feather/Burden:[/b][/color] A combo of spells Caddach's Dremora friend was [i]damned[/i] sure to drill into his head for their utility and for the fact that, in his own words [color=red][b][i]"Anything[/i] you can make weigh a few hundred pounds on the downswing [i]is a damned fine weapon."[/i][/b][/color]. Unlike a lot of other things he learned from Ted, he actually uses these almost every damned day in his new job, as there's no shortage of heavy things he has to carry or hammers that could use [i]juuuust[/i] a little more 'Oomph!'. 

[color=SteelBlue][b]Shield:[/b][/color] Another hand-me-down from Ted, who reasoned that if the boy was going to be [i]throwing[/i] spells, he might as well learn how to protect [i]against[/i] them, too— As well as any hypothetical jackass comes at him with a big damned axe or something of the like. Suffice to say, hasn't really had much use of it as of late.

[color=SteelBlue][b]Levitation:[/b][/color] Another thing he learned from Ted; While Caddach is nowhere [i]near[/i] the level of, say, the masters in Morrowind (who can outright [i]fly)[/i], he [i]can[/i] 'Jump good' and 'Not die' pretty great after coming down, too. And while these feats [i]are[/i] technically illegal under the so-called [i]Levitation Act of 3E 421,[/i] the Palace Guards have always looked the other way the one or two times where he (or a coworker) have fallen off the roof and he chose to break the law instead of making a big red mess all over the Emperor's lawn.

[color=SteelBlue][b]Unlock:[/b][/color] [i]Really[/i] great for when Caddach forgets his keys. 
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[color=SteelBlue][b]Healing:[/b][/color] It was never his strong suit, but Caddach [i]can[/i] heal his own wounds and to a lesser extent, others. Though it's a slower process than someone who's [i]actually[/i] skilled in the art and a whole lot less... [i]pleasant;[/i] with wounds still leaving behind gnarly scars afterward and bones roughly [i]snapping[/i] back into place instead of gently weaving themselves back together as they normally would.

[color=SteelBlue][b]Fortify Strength/Speed:[/b][/color] Something Caddach learned [i]very[/i] quickly after he started going on those dives with his friends as a kid. More specifically, after encountering his first [i]swarm[/i] of slaughterfish and having to piggyback a (slightly chewed) Argonian all the way home.     
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[color=SteelBlue][b]Equipment:[/b][/color]
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-Work clothes; Leather boots with steel toe-caps, brown work pants with a whole lotta pockets bloused into said boots to stop them getting caught on things, and a simple, white short-sleeved shirt with more than a few stains on it from his job.
-A little paper bag of the Arena's home brand of jerky, sweet and spicy flavoured.
-Two little bread rolls.
-A wet cloth one of the guards gave him on request, one that he's frosted over to have something cool to hold against his now [i]very sore[/i] head and black eye.    
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[hider=The Lock Box] 
-His keys, both for around the palace and to his family home.
-A Wine-skin filled with honey-juniper posca.
-A set of dice.
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[color=SteelBlue][b]Background:[/b][/color]
[hider=The Charming Tale of a Young Man Destined to be Punched in the Face]
Born to a branch of an ancient, though (until relatively recently) minor noble house from the Westreach region of High Rock that had migrated down to the Imperial City in his grandparents' day, Caddach had... honestly, a pretty damned decent childhood. Though not high enough on the social totem pole to be invited to those kinds of galas, banquets and balls the Nibenese elite like to throw every other day, partly due to being considered 'Foreigners', even after three generations of living in the capital and partly due to the sheer scandal of a family perceived to be far too friendly with those savages of the Reach— though that accusation in particular actually has some truth to it, as the young man's grandfather and namesake being very much a Reachman, his mother half-so, though she tried to hide it, and even his father's side of the family being suspiciously broad-shouldered and more sturdily built than most Bretons— the tidy profit his family earned from the overland trade of rare alchemical goods, ores and animals from their holdings in the Westreach, spices from eastern Hammerfell and lumber from Colovia meant that he and his family could live very comfortably indeed. Even moreso when his eldest brother took the two remaining ships the family had mothballed in Anvil after trade across the Abecean dried up in the wake of the War of Betony to extend their usual trade route down the Niben and into southern Elsweyr and Black Marsh.

So, Caddach whittled his days away as a youth away playing in the streets with the other neighbourhood kids like any child of the Imperial City would, learning how to fight as any Thraigyr child should and every once in a while riding out on the back of his Karthwolf, Ryka (a very good girl, in case you were wondering) to visit his uncle out in Kvatch, or going up the trade route with his dad one way to visit friends and relatives in High Rock, Hammerfell and Orsinium or down the other to meet with new trading partners in Elsweyr and Argonia— One trip to the latter in particular resulting in a tattoo on his shoulder a local shaman insisted he should have, the boy himself thought was kind of neat and his mother absolutely [i][b]hated.[/b][/i]

Finally, at the age of fourteen, his second oldest brother began poking him about joining him in the Legions in a few years time. But his heart was set on writing his entrance exams and getting into the Arcane University, so he could stay close to home, which he did that very same year.

And incidentally, that's about when his life ceased to be a charming tale of a young lad traveling the world and making new friends along the way and became a outright [i][b]fucking comedy.[/b][/i]

For no sooner did he walk in the front door to the highest institution of learning in the entire Empire, did he encounter Saullon Ocato— or as he'll call him 'til the day he dies; 'The Fuckwit'— who took one look at him up and down and decided that there was no way in Nirn or Oblivion that this 'Little Barbarian Shit' was going to pollute his university. And very quickly, Caddach would find to his initial horror and eventual annoyance that any potion he mixed would either fail or just blow up in his face, any book he tried to study or report he tried to write would mysteriously either go missing, burst into flames, or some other crazy shit, and any official he tried to bring this apparent sabotage to the attention to, or Nine forbid asked to be taught by being dismissive, mocking, aloof, outright hostile or any combination of the above.

Nevermind all the times his clothes would just vanish off his body as he walked through the halls. Or freeze solid. Or spontaneously combust. Or all the times Saul and his ilk would just casually stroll up and punch him right in the godsdamned face, knowing full well he wasn't allowed to hit them back— Something in particular that galled Caddach as he was pretty certain he only needed to punch the spindly Altmer exactly once to snap every bone above his shoulders.

A few months into his new career, unable to learn, no one willing to teach him but with his family having supported the university too generously in the past (while probably being unaware of it's inner workings) to get rid of him, the lad would find himself downgraded to being essentially an unpaid janitor. Which is where, oddly enough, he found the only instructor he'd ever have his whole time there- 'Ted', Saullon's own bound Daedra who'd been stuck with him for over a decade and hated the little bastard even more than Caddach did. And who was more than happy to teach him all sorts of things the instructors never would, even if they were doing their jobs; like how to fool magic wards, pop open locks with a touch, the first two phases of now very illegal levitation magic and how to really fight with magic. Things Caddach would use to get into the library to sneakily read all the books that were suddenly forbidden to him, and educate himself on all the gaps that Ted couldn't teach.

Two years past that, our boy had long since given up on ever rising above his status as the unofficial toilet-scrubber for the University and was simply learning for his own sake. Riiiiight up until he found one book in particular, one he realized he had to study thoroughly, spending an entire week on it, in fact. Following which he'd toss his mage robes directly into the trash, and go looking for Saullon, who he'd find as he typically did throughout the day, with his whole hypesquad of dipshits and a grumbling Ted in tow and immediately unbound the powerful Daedra right on the spot with all he'd learned from that particular book, a last favour to the best friend he had ever made in that damned place. Who, in turn, must've been the happiest Dremora that ever fucking existed.

He had been waiting years to deliver this ass-whooping, after all.

As Caddach expected, he was immediately expelled from the Arcane University for that particular stunt, though officially he was let go for his poor grades; the full scope of the incident and all that led up to it being a serious threat too many careers if it ever made the light of day in an official report. At that point, though, Caddach could really give less of a shit about it, and was just happy to leave. There was the slight possibility however that Saullon, being of distant relation to the High Chancellor of the Elder Council, might come back to bite him and more alarmingly his family in the ass, but as it turned out, Ocato of Firsthold hated the Fuckwit just as much as he did, and was actually pretty pleased to see him get a healthy dose of reality (and Daedric fists) to the face.

Hell, that's probably what got him his current job in the first place. As not even three days after the 'incident', one of his childhood friends from the block who grew up to be a member of Imperial Intelligence just happened to arrive at exactly the moment his mother's screaming about how he'd ruined his own career reached it's daily crescendo to offer to take him to the palace to interview for a suddenly open position as a groundskeeper. Which he was more than happy to take him up on as it got him out of that damned house. Where he would meet with a Khajiiti aide to the Council who would go over the specifics of the job, how he'd be apprenticed to masons, slaters, carpenters— he would pause a moment to note with the kind of amused smirk only a cat could pull off that 'This one is told you don't need to be taught how to clean'—, that he'd stay in the general servants quarters for a few months before getting his own little room, and that, most importantly— and they really stressed this— he was to "Pay attention."

And there he's been ever since. Cleaning out eavestroughs, scrubbing floors, re-slating the roof and, most importantly watching, listening and learning as he was instructed to do those three years ago. And honestly? He kinda likes it. Sure, the labour can be rough sometimes, and you get a lot of weird things going on in the Imperial Palace, buuuuut, it pays well, the room, food and haircuts are free, he gets weekends off and he's actually made a few friends among the other palace staff and guards; even going out to the Arena then onto Daggerfall Dan's after quittin' time every other Fredas.

All in all, he's back to a comfortable life.

...Well, was.

Right up until the big boss let him off early to go see the big fight in the arena and some dickhead tripped him in the bar afterward, making him [i]spill some beer.[/i] Which, subsequently, earned him the [i]mother of all punches to the [b]face.[/b][/i]

He doesn't know it yet, but his life's about to get a [i]whole lot less comfy.[/i] 

[b]...The massive shiner he's currently wearing aside.[/b]
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