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[hr][hr][colour=FB6222][b]Name:[/b][/colour] Darmon Saishir
[colour=FB6222][b]Age:[/b][/colour] 26
[colour=FB6222][b]Race:[/b][/colour] Redguard
[colour=FB6222][b]Appearance:[/b][/colour] Not a large man by any measure, Darmon stands only about 5’5” and is quite lightly built; Though not a warrior by any means, his life being nearly perpetually ‘on the road’ as it were has kept him quite fit…despite his preference for richer food and drink. 

Like many of his people, he favours the flowing hoods and robe styles native to his home land; though not overly flashy compared to some of his peers, obvious wealth ‘on the road’ draws bandits like honey draws flies.
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[colour=FB6222][b]Personality:[/b][/colour]
A friendly and outgoing fellow, as any successful merchant should be; he's a man who tries to take work seriously but life, not so much. Growing up a ‘Merchant Prince’ of Sentinel, but spending plenty of time down on the docks with his uncle (and older brother), he’s as comfortable drinking in rough taverns with the average folk as he is trading polite nothings with ‘high society’ (though he prefers somewhat more of a middle ground; rough enough to have an actual fun time, but classy enough that people [i]bathe[/i] regularly.)

His charming and outgoing nature, and good looks also has a tendency to make him rather popular with many of the women that he crosses paths with..and [i]very unpopular[/i] with quite a few of their husbands/fathers/fiancees etc; he’s also fond of ‘justifying’ his actions by saying ”If the man was better at his duties as a partner, the lady wouldn’t have found [i]me[/i] nearly as interesting.”

[i]This philosophy has gotten him run out of numerous towns as establishments over the years.[/i]
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[colour=FB6222][b][center]Abilities[/center][/b][/colour]
[colour=FB6222][i]Swordsmanship - [/i][/colour]While he’d be the first to admit he’s no Arena Champion or Companion when it comes to swordplay, Darmon [i]is[/i] certainly skilled enough to defend himself from the usual lowlifes and cutthroats he sometimes encounters.

[colour=FB6222][i]Archery (Crossbow) - [/i][/colour]Like his swordsmanship, it’s not anything special, but he’s a good enough shot to both defend himself and keep fed between towns.

[colour=FB6222][i]Sleight of hand - [/i][/colour]He was taught by an ex-Thieves Guild man he knew in Sentinel as a boy, and over the years he’s learned a few new tricks in his travels. Though largely used as an ‘ice breaker’ in social moments, what he knows [i]has[/i] saved his skin on a few occasions.

[colour=FB6222][i]Alchemist - [/i][/colour]Another thing learned for its practicality for someone travelling the length and breadth of Tamriel. Though he only knows a handful of recipes by heart, he knows them quite well, though some more than others.

[colour=FB6222][i]Magic:[/i][/colour] None

[colour=FB6222][b][center]Equipment[/center][/b][/colour]
[colour=FB6222][i]Personal Items[/i][/colour][list]
[*][url=https://elderscrolls.fandom.com/wiki/Redguard_Clothes]Typical[/url] [url=https://elderscrolls.fandom.com/wiki/Redguard_Hood]clothing for a man from[/url] [url=https://elderscrolls.fandom.com/wiki/Redguard_Boots]Hammerfell[/url]
[*]Saishir Family signet ring[/list]
[colour=FB6222][i]The Lock Box[/i][/colour][list]
[*]Steel dagger
[*]Pouch of Septims[/list]
[colour=FB6222][i]Stored Items[/i][/colour]
[list][*]Legion surplus crossbow
[*]Bolt quiver (12)
[*]Scimitar
[*]Trading Catalogue
[*]Travel Bag[/list]

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[colour=FB6222][b][center]Background[/center][/b][/colour]
Born the second son and third child of the head of the Saishir Trading Company, Sentinel’s third largest trading firm, he was born into the sort of wealth that most only find amongst Tamriel's nobility. That said, unlike too many of said nobility, his father wasn’t one to let his children become spoilt, idle layabouts that leeched off of the hard work of the folks that worked for Saishir Trading.

To his father’s credit, he also did his best to mould his children into jobs that most suited them. In Darmon’s case, his ‘itchy feet’ as his mother would put it and an easy and charming personality made him best suited to be one of the company’s point men, travelling Tamriel, searching out new products to bring to Hammerfell, buyers for goods coming the other way, making friends and contacts, in both high [I]and[/i] low places.

By fourteen Darmon was travelling with his brother on the Sentinel to Anvil run, making friends, opening talks with other trading companies, and by sixteen he was setting off inland, eventually making his way as far as the edges of Morrowind and Black Marsh. At twenty his tiring, but freewheeling, life hit a bit of a hiccup as it was decided that he should be married to cement ties between his family and one of the noble houses of Sentinel. While a drag, he knew the young woman he was to marry and had always considered her a friend.

Though everything else proceeded as planned, all was not without issue. After some awkward confessions on the wedding night, Darmon and his wife Chan came to a few agreements and settled into ‘married’ life, with a lovely woman named Kiarsa as their servant and nanny once their son Limdon was born. While he spends much of his time on the road, both for his job and just because he enjoys the travel, he does his best to return home regularly to keep up with his family.

Currently he’s been in the Imperial City for a few days, overseeing some trade negotiations between Saishir Trading and the Imperial Trading Company. With his dealings having gone well, he decided to spend some time with a lovely lady while most of the city was off at the Arena for the big bout; sadly their plans fell apart rather quickly after the bout was cancelled suddenly and the lady’s father returned home sooner than expected, drunk, angry and with her equally drunk and unhappy [i]fiancee[/i] in tow…though Darmon would swear to the Divines that he didn’t know the lady in question was already betrothed.

The two men were in no mood to debate such semantics, so he found himself dropping off a second story balcony and running, most likely for his life. Knowing he couldn’t run forever, he made the fateful decision to try and hide from his pursuers in a local place called ‘Daggerfall Dan’s’. Rushing through the door, he had just enough time to see a breton kid go crashing into a table of off-duty guardsmen…before several hundred pounds of angry, who’d been closer than he realised, hit him from behind.[/hider]