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Anyone want to get on the Piratepad, I need someone to help me bounce ideas
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I don't think so. Best check with Gcold next time you get a chance, though. I'm a bit rusty on that point too and we're still trying to hammer out the CS and the skills. I do want to see if we're on the same page about taking Shield off the list. I mean, there's not really much skill to using a shield. You just really put it on your arm and now its there.
Sure it doesn't take much skill to put it on your arm, using it effectively in combat does. Everyone can hold it in front of their face, but there's a lot of tricks with it. Angles in which you hold it can be important, for example, if you do not give enough coverage for your legs, you'll find arrows or spells kneecapping you. On the other hand, it also takes training and experience to pair the shield up with an one handed weapon. Knowing when to cover up, when to swing, how to optimize swinging that piece of metal and bashing with another piece of wood is no easy feat.
Shield formations back in the days are highly-trained, or least the winning ones. Hell, even modern day cops train with riot shields.
So my take is, shield stays.
Regarding 1H/2H and blunt/blade, I'm willing to change to; 1H blade, 1H blunt, 2H blade, 2H blunt. Let me know if that's what you want.
Caileach
It is a Celtic name. Celtic names are associated with Reachman, and occasionally, Bretons. I would suggest one of two changes. First, a Latinized variant, something like Caeloux. Alternatively, you could insert some Reachmen lineage in his history.
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Sure it doesn't take much skill to put it on your arm, using it effectively in combat does. Everyone can hold it in front of their face, but there's a lot of tricks with it. Angles in which you hold it can be important, for example, if you do not give enough coverage for your legs, you'll find arrows or spells kneecapping you. On the other hand, it also takes training and experience to pair the shield up with an one handed weapon. Knowing when to cover up, when to swing, how to optimize swinging that piece of metal and bashing with another piece of wood is no easy feat.
Shield formations back in the days are highly-trained, or least the winning ones. Hell, even modern day cops train with riot shields.
So my take is, shield stays.
Regarding 1H/2H and blunt/blade, I'm willing to change to; 1H blade, 1H blunt, 2H blade, 2H blunt. Let me know if that's what you want.
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Name: Sadri Beleth
Race: Dunmer
Age: 75
Gender: Male
Birthsign: The Lord
Place of Origin: Bergama, Hammerfell
Appearance:
Background:
Personality:
Capabilities:
Relations to Other Characters: None so far.
Affiliations: Neutral, but slightly biased towards Dunmer.
Spells: Minor Respite, Heal Minor Wounds
Combat Style: Sadri doesn’t shine in combat, and this has become his most important skill. Instead of actively trying to overpower the opponent and make him realize he’s facing a superior foe, Sadri’s combat style revolves around putting the opponent in a comparatively worse position and not making him realize this. He also prefers to put his absent limb to good use. After all, telekinesis is not limited by muscle movement or joints, and this, thanks to his prosthetic, can make him a very unpredictable opponent, but can also be his weakness.
Other Capabilities: Sadri is a pretty scary looking guy and knows the trade of looking scarier than he is well. He’s also a somewhat capable sailor. Oddly enough, he also knows a lot of literature, thanks to his time spent as a librarian in the past.
Race: Dunmer
Age: 75
Gender: Male
Birthsign: The Lord
Place of Origin: Bergama, Hammerfell
Appearance:
A tall, wiry, dark skinned Dunmer without a left ear, substituting an enchanted bonemold stump for a right arm and bearing a clouded right eye, Sadri is the sort of fellow who immediately attracts all sorts of attention with his eccentric, unusual appearance. His flat face bears many scars, reminders to both him and onlookers that there’s only so much Restoration can do if there isn’t immediate and proper attention. His receding hair is worn into a ponytail, which reveals his lost left ear for all to see. His left eye is red, but his right eye has diluted into the color of salmon meat thanks to cataracts, an ailment that he tries to alleviate with various enchanted items. He has a short, curly beard, well taken care of, with the mustache shaven.
His clothing is similarly eccentric, with various colorful short robes, coats and vests worn on top of each other, held together by belts and sashes, constituting most of his attire. Oddly enough, however, despite the variety, none of them reach below his knees, baring his leather boots.
His clothing is similarly eccentric, with various colorful short robes, coats and vests worn on top of each other, held together by belts and sashes, constituting most of his attire. Oddly enough, however, despite the variety, none of them reach below his knees, baring his leather boots.
Background:
Sadri, a Dunmer, was born rather far away from the home of his ancestors, in Bergama. His grandfather, hailing from Sadrith Mora, had learned of the catastrophe while leading a caravan in Hammerfell with his family. Struck with grief, suddenly tired and not wanting to witness the ruins by himself, the man had settled in Bergama, where he had learned of the news. According to his father’s accounts, Sadri’s grandfather, originally an energetic, cheerful man, had changed deeply, becoming more of an introverted and cautious man.
Nonetheless, the man’s aptitude for trade hadn’t changed, and with his newfound cautiousness and need for safety, he had actually made more money by simply trading in Bergama instead of wandering in a caravan. And his father had continued the trade, amassing a good sum of money. It was here, in the Alik’r Desert, where Sadri spent a good portion of his youth as the child of wealthy parents. Sadri, however, perhaps thanks to man and mer’s common folly of never being satisfied, was not happy with how he lived his life – it was immensely boring in the middle of the desert.
Sadri decided to learn more of the world’s ways, other cultures and people, and just see the things lying under the sun. Even today, for Sadri, there is no better emotion than the feeling of awe and wonder – to see a beautiful waterfall, or listen to music, and just enjoy the feeling. And this new lifestyle of wandering helped with this immensely. Sadri started traveling and learned to enjoy the road as much as the destination. He had a short stint as a caravan guard, spent about three years as part of a whaling ship in the Sea of Ghosts, and served alongside a group of scavengers specializing in taking Dwemer machinery to the surface.
After about ten years of wandering about, he decided to return to Bergama. His parents, still alive, welcomed him warmly. Their son had been matured with his various experiences, and it seemed, it was his time to rest. Sadri felt like he had to process all his experiences, and became a librarian. It was better than to leech his parents for money, and it was a very quiet experience that allowed him to meditate.
He spent a good decade or two just living the simple life in the middle of the desert, reading up. However, his reads renewed his interests in the rest of Nirn. Once more, he set off. Though, unbeknownst to him, things were going to be much more harsh and unfortunate this time. He signed up on a ship again, but the ship was attacked by pirates. He was badly wounded in the attack, barely kept alive by potions. Before he could properly recover, however, the ship was destroyed, off the coast of Woodhearth. Sadri himself barely survived, getting plenty of nails stuck in his face and body. One of these nails caused the onset of cataracts on his right eye.
Saved by a bunch of fishermen, Sadri eventually recovered. He ended up joining a group of rebels in Valenwood – after spending some years acting as muscle for them, he eventually fled for Elsweyr, from where he went to Leyawiin. He joined up with the local town guard in need of money, who were planning a campaign to root out bandits and pirates around the Niben River and the Topal Sea. During this time, Sadri had a bad encounter with a bandit guard wielding a bastard sword – getting caught by a bandit during a scouting expedition to find a bandit lair, he raised his arm to defend against the bandit’s sword, which cleaved through his arm and also chopped off his left ear. The strike sent him tumbling down a hill, and the fall broke some of his ribs. Badly wounded, he tried to get back to base but eventually lost consciousness underneath a tree.
However, he somehow survived despite his heavy bleeding. Eventually reaching camp, he was recovered thanks to luck and intense medical attention. However, his arm and ear were completely gone. Going to the Imperial city with his savings and the compensation he received, he commissioned a Dunmer smith and a Synod apprentice to build him an arm. During this time, he also sent a letter to his parents asking for some monetary assistance. Learning of their son’s quandary, Sadri’s parents sent a meager sum of money to him, with which he was able to pay for the costs of his ‘new arm’. He got a hollow bonemold stump, embedded with a soul gem, which was able to generate a telekinetic field for as long as the wearer wished, and the soul gem’s charge allowed. Satisfied, and also without any money, he left for Morrowind upon learning of the Nerevarine’s return and the call for Dunmer to help rebuild the province.
Sadri joined a bunch of slaving raids into Northern Argonia, and after getting a meager amount of slaves, sold them for a bargain price in southern Vvardenfell. Invigorated by this new cause, he began selling slaves, and ransoming them to Argonians. However, after nearly getting killed by an Argonian that wished to be freed, he sold all of his slaves to House Dres and began sailing goods around Vvardenfell, returning to his old wandering lifestyle only when the decree was lifted by the Nerevarine himself. He once met with the Nerevarine, who simply congratulated him for his work.
He ended up in Skyrim in hopes of buying his own whaling ship and introducing the trade to his own province, but somehow he joined a mercenary group instead.
Nonetheless, the man’s aptitude for trade hadn’t changed, and with his newfound cautiousness and need for safety, he had actually made more money by simply trading in Bergama instead of wandering in a caravan. And his father had continued the trade, amassing a good sum of money. It was here, in the Alik’r Desert, where Sadri spent a good portion of his youth as the child of wealthy parents. Sadri, however, perhaps thanks to man and mer’s common folly of never being satisfied, was not happy with how he lived his life – it was immensely boring in the middle of the desert.
Sadri decided to learn more of the world’s ways, other cultures and people, and just see the things lying under the sun. Even today, for Sadri, there is no better emotion than the feeling of awe and wonder – to see a beautiful waterfall, or listen to music, and just enjoy the feeling. And this new lifestyle of wandering helped with this immensely. Sadri started traveling and learned to enjoy the road as much as the destination. He had a short stint as a caravan guard, spent about three years as part of a whaling ship in the Sea of Ghosts, and served alongside a group of scavengers specializing in taking Dwemer machinery to the surface.
After about ten years of wandering about, he decided to return to Bergama. His parents, still alive, welcomed him warmly. Their son had been matured with his various experiences, and it seemed, it was his time to rest. Sadri felt like he had to process all his experiences, and became a librarian. It was better than to leech his parents for money, and it was a very quiet experience that allowed him to meditate.
He spent a good decade or two just living the simple life in the middle of the desert, reading up. However, his reads renewed his interests in the rest of Nirn. Once more, he set off. Though, unbeknownst to him, things were going to be much more harsh and unfortunate this time. He signed up on a ship again, but the ship was attacked by pirates. He was badly wounded in the attack, barely kept alive by potions. Before he could properly recover, however, the ship was destroyed, off the coast of Woodhearth. Sadri himself barely survived, getting plenty of nails stuck in his face and body. One of these nails caused the onset of cataracts on his right eye.
Saved by a bunch of fishermen, Sadri eventually recovered. He ended up joining a group of rebels in Valenwood – after spending some years acting as muscle for them, he eventually fled for Elsweyr, from where he went to Leyawiin. He joined up with the local town guard in need of money, who were planning a campaign to root out bandits and pirates around the Niben River and the Topal Sea. During this time, Sadri had a bad encounter with a bandit guard wielding a bastard sword – getting caught by a bandit during a scouting expedition to find a bandit lair, he raised his arm to defend against the bandit’s sword, which cleaved through his arm and also chopped off his left ear. The strike sent him tumbling down a hill, and the fall broke some of his ribs. Badly wounded, he tried to get back to base but eventually lost consciousness underneath a tree.
However, he somehow survived despite his heavy bleeding. Eventually reaching camp, he was recovered thanks to luck and intense medical attention. However, his arm and ear were completely gone. Going to the Imperial city with his savings and the compensation he received, he commissioned a Dunmer smith and a Synod apprentice to build him an arm. During this time, he also sent a letter to his parents asking for some monetary assistance. Learning of their son’s quandary, Sadri’s parents sent a meager sum of money to him, with which he was able to pay for the costs of his ‘new arm’. He got a hollow bonemold stump, embedded with a soul gem, which was able to generate a telekinetic field for as long as the wearer wished, and the soul gem’s charge allowed. Satisfied, and also without any money, he left for Morrowind upon learning of the Nerevarine’s return and the call for Dunmer to help rebuild the province.
Sadri joined a bunch of slaving raids into Northern Argonia, and after getting a meager amount of slaves, sold them for a bargain price in southern Vvardenfell. Invigorated by this new cause, he began selling slaves, and ransoming them to Argonians. However, after nearly getting killed by an Argonian that wished to be freed, he sold all of his slaves to House Dres and began sailing goods around Vvardenfell, returning to his old wandering lifestyle only when the decree was lifted by the Nerevarine himself. He once met with the Nerevarine, who simply congratulated him for his work.
He ended up in Skyrim in hopes of buying his own whaling ship and introducing the trade to his own province, but somehow he joined a mercenary group instead.
Personality:
Sadri is a man who has learned a lot by experience. He deems himself dense for having to experience something to understand it, but he has experienced, and lost, enough things to consider himself to be a mature person. He has lived long compared to most men, and finds himself plagued by the contrast between his still strong body and his tired mind. He is a quiet man, often grumpy, who prefers to do things in a very short span of time, but do it effectively, and rest for the remainder of time. He is troubled by the fact that, despite his many experiences in life, he is still unable to make much sense of it. So he’s simply made it a mental principle to forget and not think about things much. In person, Sadri is quiet and sarcastic, perhaps even somewhat dismissive and insulting. However, he respects people’s deeds, and is professional when it’s necessary. Just don’t expect him to keep it up after the job’s done.
Capabilities:
Skills:
Weaknesses:
- Expert One Handed Blade
- Adept Hand to Hand
- Adept One Handed Blunt
- Adept Athletics
- Adept Acrobatics
- Apprentice Enchanting
- Apprentice Mercantile
- Apprentice Light Armor
- Novice Smithing
- Novice Speech
- Novice Restoration
Weaknesses:
- Has only one arm, the other is substituted for with an enchanted prosthetic which can be annoying to maintain and is the reason for Sadri’s recent interest in enchanting.
- One eye has impaired sight, which is compensated with leech treatment, bloodletting, primitive spells and various enchanted trinkets.
- He has only one ear, which has somewhat impaired his hearing, but is more of a social problem.
- While he doesn’t do it in public, Sadri smokes moon sugar. While he’s a functional addict who doesn’t let it impair his life, others may look down on it.
Relations to Other Characters: None so far.
Affiliations: Neutral, but slightly biased towards Dunmer.
Spells: Minor Respite, Heal Minor Wounds
Combat Style: Sadri doesn’t shine in combat, and this has become his most important skill. Instead of actively trying to overpower the opponent and make him realize he’s facing a superior foe, Sadri’s combat style revolves around putting the opponent in a comparatively worse position and not making him realize this. He also prefers to put his absent limb to good use. After all, telekinesis is not limited by muscle movement or joints, and this, thanks to his prosthetic, can make him a very unpredictable opponent, but can also be his weakness.
Other Capabilities: Sadri is a pretty scary looking guy and knows the trade of looking scarier than he is well. He’s also a somewhat capable sailor. Oddly enough, he also knows a lot of literature, thanks to his time spent as a librarian in the past.
Inventory:
Cash: 110 septims.
Keys and Lockpicks: Sadri still has the key to his family home in Bergama.
Clothing and Armor: Sadri wears a padded coat, with an upturned collar to protect the back of his head and neck, for protection from physical trauma and cold, over a thick leather buffcoat which does a decent job of absorbing blows. To cover his vital organs, he wears a brigandine vest covering his torso. His head is covered by a padded cap with a steel nasal bar covering his face. The cap itself is lined with chainmail for further protection.
Weapon and Ammunition: Sadri uses a heavy broadsword with guarded hilt in battle.
Potion and Arcane Supplies: Sadri carries two potions of restoration and two potions of cure disease in case something bad happens to him again. Aside from this, his prosthetic ‘stump’ essentially acts as a magical hand. He also has a few amulets of protection from disease and good luck, but Anu knows if they work.
Jewelry and Novelty Items: Sadri carries a steel can that has a single leech in it. He has named the leech Mora and often allows it to suck blood from near his bad eye. He also carries a small water pipe that he uses to smoke moon sugar.
Books and Documents: Sadri carries a collection of the tales of the Lusty Argonian Maid, as well as a copy of the Monomyth and the Mythic Dawn Commentaries. He finds the concept of metaphysics quite interesting.
Food, Drinks, Provisions: Sadri carries a small sack of flour with him, which he also uses as a pillow. He also has about a pocket’s worth of moon sugar, one skin of water, and one skin of flin.
Bags, Pouches, Packs: Sadri travels light. He has one bag in which is his pipe, potions, books, flour and leech can. He carries the drinking skins separately.
Other: Politics bore him greatly, but he really respects the Nerevarine. He also likes the taste of raw flour when consumed alongside flin.
Keys and Lockpicks: Sadri still has the key to his family home in Bergama.
Clothing and Armor: Sadri wears a padded coat, with an upturned collar to protect the back of his head and neck, for protection from physical trauma and cold, over a thick leather buffcoat which does a decent job of absorbing blows. To cover his vital organs, he wears a brigandine vest covering his torso. His head is covered by a padded cap with a steel nasal bar covering his face. The cap itself is lined with chainmail for further protection.
Weapon and Ammunition: Sadri uses a heavy broadsword with guarded hilt in battle.
Potion and Arcane Supplies: Sadri carries two potions of restoration and two potions of cure disease in case something bad happens to him again. Aside from this, his prosthetic ‘stump’ essentially acts as a magical hand. He also has a few amulets of protection from disease and good luck, but Anu knows if they work.
Jewelry and Novelty Items: Sadri carries a steel can that has a single leech in it. He has named the leech Mora and often allows it to suck blood from near his bad eye. He also carries a small water pipe that he uses to smoke moon sugar.
Books and Documents: Sadri carries a collection of the tales of the Lusty Argonian Maid, as well as a copy of the Monomyth and the Mythic Dawn Commentaries. He finds the concept of metaphysics quite interesting.
Food, Drinks, Provisions: Sadri carries a small sack of flour with him, which he also uses as a pillow. He also has about a pocket’s worth of moon sugar, one skin of water, and one skin of flin.
Bags, Pouches, Packs: Sadri travels light. He has one bag in which is his pipe, potions, books, flour and leech can. He carries the drinking skins separately.
Other: Politics bore him greatly, but he really respects the Nerevarine. He also likes the taste of raw flour when consumed alongside flin.
@gcold I think it owuld be best if we went with the idea you mentioned of pairing the blade skills to 1H blade, 1H blunt, 2H blade, 2H blunt. It makes it simplier when it comes to make a bio or at least it does from my perspective, Not to mention it owuld be a bit awkward/wierd to have something, like this "1 Handed expert, Blade adept" in the skill section of a bio. But that's my take on the issue and I might nto be gettign the full pciture.
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@gcold I think it owuld be best if we went with the idea you mentioned of pairing the blade skills to 1H blade, 1H blunt, 2H blade, 2H blunt. It makes it simplier when it comes to make a bio or at least it does from my perspective, Not to mention it owuld be a bit awkward/wierd to have something, like this "1 Handed expert, Blade adept" in the skill section of a bio. But that's my take on the issue and I might nto be gettign the full pciture.
Fair enough; changes made.
Jonimir, the Mage
Name: Jonimir
Race: Redguard
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Birthsign: The Mage
Place of Origin: Imperial City, Cyrodill
Race: Redguard
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Birthsign: The Mage
Place of Origin: Imperial City, Cyrodill
Appearance:
Jonimir stands at roughly 6’1, or around the average Redguard male height. His body is well defined, with tattoo’s on it of a tribal nature, probably to indicate his roots to his homeland of Hammerfell. His body is fit, though lacks the Redguardian Muscular structure that most people known Redguards for, mainly due to the fact that he Most likely due to his redguard gene’s. He keeps his goatee on his face well kept and well maintained. His hair is a buzz cut, that is well kept.
Background:
Born in the Imperial City, Jonimir enjoyed many luxuries in his life. One of them was his library in his home. The library contained vast knowledge, knowledge that one could be lost in. Jonimir at a young age took up reading as one of his major pastimes. He read a wide selection of books, one day he was learning about the Blade’s and the roles as the emperor’s protectors, the next day he was learning about the legends of Dragons in Skyrim and the Dragonborn. With a knack for learning, he came into attention of a mage. The Mage’s name was Bascero Vonkwell. Imperial in race, he was a Journeyman for the Synod. Fascinated by Jonimir’s quick grasp on information and concepts for his age (Which was 11 at the time), Bascero began to tutor him. The tutoring was light, but it started to go more magical in nature. The role of Mana in spell casting, to even casting simple spells. Naturally, his parents caught on and began to enquire about their son’s new teacher, Bascero. At first arguments ensued and Jonimir’s early education was stopped. But Bascero was known to have a knack at the art of persuasion. After a few days, the two reluctant Redguard parents agreed and officially signed off Jonimir as a ward of the Synod.
At the age of 13, Jonimir’s formal education began. He selected to enter the school of Destruction at the age of 16. Decades and decades were spent studying and doing experiments for his studies in Destruction, at one point he was the main guy in the Synod for Destruction magic know-how. This led to him writing various of academic papers in Destruction and even a published book under the name of “Redguards and Magic?”. It looked like for Jonimir everything just fell into place. However what did occur one day was a Synod written letter by one of the Archmage’s scribes. An order that Jonimir would lead a search and rescue operation for a missing mage, his old mentor: Bascero Vonkwell.
A long formal investigation ensued, for Jonimir and a team of 12 apprentices. However, no big leads emerged over the course of a few months. Caves and forts were checked for anything, but nothing at all was found. At one point during a failed fort raid, two apprentices were killed by poison spikes. The Synod, half way through the year after doing a formal investigation into what had been done cancelled it and ruled Bascero KIA. Jonimir refused to acknowledge the death of his mentor without some sort of concrete evidence. He appealed the decision, and even threatened to launch his own investigation via his own resources, but the Synod just waved him away. However, a few days after the appeal hearing, an unmarked note arrived at the quarters of Jonimir. It was addressed to him in a cursive font telling him to meet at a fort near to the Cheydinhal and Imperial City County Border.
Jonimir ventured to the fort alone in the cover of darkness. As he approached the fort, two members in Blue Robes approached him. They took him inside to the main dining room of the fort, to encounter his old mentor and six other mages, all in dark black robes with old faces. Bascero got up and hugged Jonimir. He went on with a speech for a few moments about oppression and how the Synod are a lost cause. Before he asked Jonimir if he wanted to join the group, the Blue Blood Mages. Jonimir at first was hesitant. The Synod provided him with a lot of things. But Bascero had a generally knack at persuasion, and managed to persuade Jonimir to write and send a letter of resignation to the Synod’s and thus, he was an official member of the Blue Blood Mages.
Years were spent by Jonimir in the Blue Blood Mages. They were known as a necromantic and a daedric cult by most law enforcement groups. The Synod and the College of Whispers both placed capture on sights and a small bounty on any information on the mages, but nothing was given. At first, the group experimented on improved ways of soul trapping, quicker and efficient ways. A lot of the theories devised written on paper were aimed at improving the common societal perception of the daedric gods among society and making necromancy something that would be studied and talked in more depth in schools. Jonimir also met a lot of like-minded people in the Blue Bloods. A few mages from House Telvanni to apprentices who want something better than studying at the College of Winterhold.
As time went on, things began to take a turn for a worse. Necromancy talks were mainly on black soul gems and their power to capture human souls effectively. Daedric talks were directed to some of the darkest corners in modern history, like the Mythic Dawn uprising and even the power they had and how one could obtain that right now. A lot of the membership felt uneasy about this, but really thought it was a stump in the road. Things kept on growing bad and bad as Mannimarco, regarded in history as the King of Worms started being revered as a Icon, someone of importance. Jonimir began to discuss with some of his like-minded friends about possible approaching the 6 council members in a way to curb these talks, but none of them were willing to. However one day, everyone was invited to the hall. A few members had kidnapped a few travelers going from Cheydinhal to the Imperial City. A life experimentation ensued for the first time ensued and it was brutal. Some of the members even threw up, being weak to their stomachs. To make matter’s worse, it was to no avail and the end result of trying to capture them via soul gems wasn’t accomplished. So, during the afternoon hours of one day, Jonimir and a group of some mages approached the council. Verbal arguments ensued between the members, including Jonimir and Bascero until one of the council members lashed out and threw a fireball in the direction of one of the rebel’s among the group. An full scale war inside the fort broke out. Some passing people reported seeing bright lights, thunderbolts and even heard screaming in the fort. The battle was an intense one but the end result was one of horrific nature. The remaining members in the fort fled, aiming to go to Imperial Provinces to avoid being chased down by the Synod, as the Blue Blood Mages were all but disbanded.
A cleanup crew and investigation occurred the following week. Dead bodies were found all over, black soul gems and even daedric books and shrines in small size. The Synod were contacted and also the Vigils of Stendarr. Both groups had conducted it was a large operation, identifying various bodies. However various members that were suspected to be here weren't here as well. As more bodies were found, the Synod predicted that they had escaped. Naturally the Synod didn’t have that much reign outside of Cyrodiil, however, they ordered the Vigils of Stendarr to run a search and capture operation against these individuals, with their reach into some of the independent provinces.
By the time Jonimir got to Bruma, word slowly had past that there was a big fight in a fort in Cheydinhal, with the Gazette reporting it under local news. Jonimir knew his time was ticking by the time that notice was posted. He began to adopt a low profile and changed his name to something else. He also shaved his afro off and his beard to a goatee. Once he did that, he bought a few supplies and move on his way to Skyrim, using the northern route towards Falkreath. Keeping a low profile, not being involved in magical conversations and most of all acting like a common man.
He heard rumors of a big operation the Dragonborn himself was running in Markarth, to eliminate the Forsworn threat. What better way to make some coin, but also to lay low and let time pass.
Personality:
Jonimir is a humble and calm person, He appears to be more reserved in his thought process however he tends to keep his morals in a straight line, and will most happily by force prove that he means business. He’s a trustworthy person, and a honest person. He’s religious, but doesn’t agree with the gods completely. The Nine Divines weren't something that he paid that much attention to and always felt that Daedric gods have more of a bigger affect on issues. Money isn’t something Jonimir prides himself on, but doesn’t mind having a tidy sum of it. Politics also isn’t something that he isn’t interested in, but if it involves magic he’ll jump in right away. Knowledge is however vital, weather how small or big. He enjoys reading, and doesn’t mind buying a good book or two to read. He enjoys a good bottle of mead like anyone else, and likes a nice warm meal in his stomach.
Jonimir stands at roughly 6’1, or around the average Redguard male height. His body is well defined, with tattoo’s on it of a tribal nature, probably to indicate his roots to his homeland of Hammerfell. His body is fit, though lacks the Redguardian Muscular structure that most people known Redguards for, mainly due to the fact that he Most likely due to his redguard gene’s. He keeps his goatee on his face well kept and well maintained. His hair is a buzz cut, that is well kept.
Background:
Born in the Imperial City, Jonimir enjoyed many luxuries in his life. One of them was his library in his home. The library contained vast knowledge, knowledge that one could be lost in. Jonimir at a young age took up reading as one of his major pastimes. He read a wide selection of books, one day he was learning about the Blade’s and the roles as the emperor’s protectors, the next day he was learning about the legends of Dragons in Skyrim and the Dragonborn. With a knack for learning, he came into attention of a mage. The Mage’s name was Bascero Vonkwell. Imperial in race, he was a Journeyman for the Synod. Fascinated by Jonimir’s quick grasp on information and concepts for his age (Which was 11 at the time), Bascero began to tutor him. The tutoring was light, but it started to go more magical in nature. The role of Mana in spell casting, to even casting simple spells. Naturally, his parents caught on and began to enquire about their son’s new teacher, Bascero. At first arguments ensued and Jonimir’s early education was stopped. But Bascero was known to have a knack at the art of persuasion. After a few days, the two reluctant Redguard parents agreed and officially signed off Jonimir as a ward of the Synod.
At the age of 13, Jonimir’s formal education began. He selected to enter the school of Destruction at the age of 16. Decades and decades were spent studying and doing experiments for his studies in Destruction, at one point he was the main guy in the Synod for Destruction magic know-how. This led to him writing various of academic papers in Destruction and even a published book under the name of “Redguards and Magic?”. It looked like for Jonimir everything just fell into place. However what did occur one day was a Synod written letter by one of the Archmage’s scribes. An order that Jonimir would lead a search and rescue operation for a missing mage, his old mentor: Bascero Vonkwell.
A long formal investigation ensued, for Jonimir and a team of 12 apprentices. However, no big leads emerged over the course of a few months. Caves and forts were checked for anything, but nothing at all was found. At one point during a failed fort raid, two apprentices were killed by poison spikes. The Synod, half way through the year after doing a formal investigation into what had been done cancelled it and ruled Bascero KIA. Jonimir refused to acknowledge the death of his mentor without some sort of concrete evidence. He appealed the decision, and even threatened to launch his own investigation via his own resources, but the Synod just waved him away. However, a few days after the appeal hearing, an unmarked note arrived at the quarters of Jonimir. It was addressed to him in a cursive font telling him to meet at a fort near to the Cheydinhal and Imperial City County Border.
Jonimir ventured to the fort alone in the cover of darkness. As he approached the fort, two members in Blue Robes approached him. They took him inside to the main dining room of the fort, to encounter his old mentor and six other mages, all in dark black robes with old faces. Bascero got up and hugged Jonimir. He went on with a speech for a few moments about oppression and how the Synod are a lost cause. Before he asked Jonimir if he wanted to join the group, the Blue Blood Mages. Jonimir at first was hesitant. The Synod provided him with a lot of things. But Bascero had a generally knack at persuasion, and managed to persuade Jonimir to write and send a letter of resignation to the Synod’s and thus, he was an official member of the Blue Blood Mages.
Years were spent by Jonimir in the Blue Blood Mages. They were known as a necromantic and a daedric cult by most law enforcement groups. The Synod and the College of Whispers both placed capture on sights and a small bounty on any information on the mages, but nothing was given. At first, the group experimented on improved ways of soul trapping, quicker and efficient ways. A lot of the theories devised written on paper were aimed at improving the common societal perception of the daedric gods among society and making necromancy something that would be studied and talked in more depth in schools. Jonimir also met a lot of like-minded people in the Blue Bloods. A few mages from House Telvanni to apprentices who want something better than studying at the College of Winterhold.
As time went on, things began to take a turn for a worse. Necromancy talks were mainly on black soul gems and their power to capture human souls effectively. Daedric talks were directed to some of the darkest corners in modern history, like the Mythic Dawn uprising and even the power they had and how one could obtain that right now. A lot of the membership felt uneasy about this, but really thought it was a stump in the road. Things kept on growing bad and bad as Mannimarco, regarded in history as the King of Worms started being revered as a Icon, someone of importance. Jonimir began to discuss with some of his like-minded friends about possible approaching the 6 council members in a way to curb these talks, but none of them were willing to. However one day, everyone was invited to the hall. A few members had kidnapped a few travelers going from Cheydinhal to the Imperial City. A life experimentation ensued for the first time ensued and it was brutal. Some of the members even threw up, being weak to their stomachs. To make matter’s worse, it was to no avail and the end result of trying to capture them via soul gems wasn’t accomplished. So, during the afternoon hours of one day, Jonimir and a group of some mages approached the council. Verbal arguments ensued between the members, including Jonimir and Bascero until one of the council members lashed out and threw a fireball in the direction of one of the rebel’s among the group. An full scale war inside the fort broke out. Some passing people reported seeing bright lights, thunderbolts and even heard screaming in the fort. The battle was an intense one but the end result was one of horrific nature. The remaining members in the fort fled, aiming to go to Imperial Provinces to avoid being chased down by the Synod, as the Blue Blood Mages were all but disbanded.
A cleanup crew and investigation occurred the following week. Dead bodies were found all over, black soul gems and even daedric books and shrines in small size. The Synod were contacted and also the Vigils of Stendarr. Both groups had conducted it was a large operation, identifying various bodies. However various members that were suspected to be here weren't here as well. As more bodies were found, the Synod predicted that they had escaped. Naturally the Synod didn’t have that much reign outside of Cyrodiil, however, they ordered the Vigils of Stendarr to run a search and capture operation against these individuals, with their reach into some of the independent provinces.
By the time Jonimir got to Bruma, word slowly had past that there was a big fight in a fort in Cheydinhal, with the Gazette reporting it under local news. Jonimir knew his time was ticking by the time that notice was posted. He began to adopt a low profile and changed his name to something else. He also shaved his afro off and his beard to a goatee. Once he did that, he bought a few supplies and move on his way to Skyrim, using the northern route towards Falkreath. Keeping a low profile, not being involved in magical conversations and most of all acting like a common man.
He heard rumors of a big operation the Dragonborn himself was running in Markarth, to eliminate the Forsworn threat. What better way to make some coin, but also to lay low and let time pass.
Personality:
Jonimir is a humble and calm person, He appears to be more reserved in his thought process however he tends to keep his morals in a straight line, and will most happily by force prove that he means business. He’s a trustworthy person, and a honest person. He’s religious, but doesn’t agree with the gods completely. The Nine Divines weren't something that he paid that much attention to and always felt that Daedric gods have more of a bigger affect on issues. Money isn’t something Jonimir prides himself on, but doesn’t mind having a tidy sum of it. Politics also isn’t something that he isn’t interested in, but if it involves magic he’ll jump in right away. Knowledge is however vital, weather how small or big. He enjoys reading, and doesn’t mind buying a good book or two to read. He enjoys a good bottle of mead like anyone else, and likes a nice warm meal in his stomach.
Capabilities:
Skills: Expert Destruction, Adept Alteration (Trade up), Adept Restoration , Adept Alchemy, Apprentice Conjuration , Apprentice Heavy Armor (Trade UP), Novice Blade.
Weaknesses:
Physical
I can't catch up with you! - Due to any lack of stamina training, and not really focusing on it, he can't run as fast or further as a normal Redguard male can.
Mead! - You could assume Jonimir in being a mead addict, in needing at least some mead to keep him going, and lighten his mood up before he becomes cranky and not a pleasant person to work with.
Mental
Bow's, what are those? - Jonimir can't really use a bow or any ranged weapon for that matter.
Relations to Other Characters: None.
Affiliation(s): Formerly a Member of the Synod, Former member of the Blue Blood Mages.
Spells (if any):
Destruction
Icy Spear
Incinerate
Thunderbolt
Wall of Frost
Wall of Flame
Wall of Thunderbolt.
Alteration
Ironflesh
Waterbreathing
Transmute
Restoration
Close Wounds
Greater Ward
Conjuration
Conjure Sword,
Soul Trap,
Conjure Familiar ,
Conjure Flame Atronach.
Combat Style (or the Lack of): Jonimir in combat is more aggressive. He tends to play a more of a spear type of a role, confident in his abilities most of the time. He uses his magic in a good resourceful kind of way, and tries to grasp on what he’s facing before attacking them with either ice, thunder or fire.
Other Capabilities: Know’s how to make mead.
Inventory:
Cash: 157 Septims
Keys and Lockpicks: 5 Lockpicks
Clothing and Armor: Expert Destruction Robes, Shoes and Hood. With a ring of Fortify Health, and a amulet of Fortify Magicka
Weapon and Ammunition: None
Potion and Arcane Supplies: Carries a few soul gems petty and lesser, decent leveled healing and magiakia potions, a few resist fire and resist frost potions.
Jewelry and Novelty Items: Two Gold Rings for possible enchantments.
Books and Documents: Wolf Queen V7, Recipes to make a wide variety of other potions, a few jot notes and a journal.
Food, Drinks, Provisions: Bottle of Black Briar Mead x2
Bags, Pouches, Packs: A poach for his potions, another poach for his coin and gold rings., and a another one for his Journal, documents and books
Other: In the process of writing another book.
Skills: Expert Destruction, Adept Alteration (Trade up), Adept Restoration , Adept Alchemy, Apprentice Conjuration , Apprentice Heavy Armor (Trade UP), Novice Blade.
Weaknesses:
Physical
I can't catch up with you! - Due to any lack of stamina training, and not really focusing on it, he can't run as fast or further as a normal Redguard male can.
Mead! - You could assume Jonimir in being a mead addict, in needing at least some mead to keep him going, and lighten his mood up before he becomes cranky and not a pleasant person to work with.
Mental
Bow's, what are those? - Jonimir can't really use a bow or any ranged weapon for that matter.
Relations to Other Characters: None.
Affiliation(s): Formerly a Member of the Synod, Former member of the Blue Blood Mages.
Spells (if any):
Destruction
Icy Spear
Incinerate
Thunderbolt
Wall of Frost
Wall of Flame
Wall of Thunderbolt.
Alteration
Ironflesh
Waterbreathing
Transmute
Restoration
Close Wounds
Greater Ward
Conjuration
Conjure Sword,
Soul Trap,
Conjure Familiar ,
Conjure Flame Atronach.
Combat Style (or the Lack of): Jonimir in combat is more aggressive. He tends to play a more of a spear type of a role, confident in his abilities most of the time. He uses his magic in a good resourceful kind of way, and tries to grasp on what he’s facing before attacking them with either ice, thunder or fire.
Other Capabilities: Know’s how to make mead.
Inventory:
Cash: 157 Septims
Keys and Lockpicks: 5 Lockpicks
Clothing and Armor: Expert Destruction Robes, Shoes and Hood. With a ring of Fortify Health, and a amulet of Fortify Magicka
Weapon and Ammunition: None
Potion and Arcane Supplies: Carries a few soul gems petty and lesser, decent leveled healing and magiakia potions, a few resist fire and resist frost potions.
Jewelry and Novelty Items: Two Gold Rings for possible enchantments.
Books and Documents: Wolf Queen V7, Recipes to make a wide variety of other potions, a few jot notes and a journal.
Food, Drinks, Provisions: Bottle of Black Briar Mead x2
Bags, Pouches, Packs: A poach for his potions, another poach for his coin and gold rings., and a another one for his Journal, documents and books
Other: In the process of writing another book.
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Basic information
Name:
Lucex Venatorii
Race:
Half-Orc, human mother but unsure of race, looks mostly Imperial
Age:
20
Gender:
Male
Birthsign:
The Theif
Place of Origin:
Unknown - Found in the wilderness
Appearance:
Lucex stands as a not-so-intimidating height of around 5 and a half feet (~1.8 meters) with a fairly slender build but what muscle he does posses is pronounce mostly due to his blood. He has a mix of a bit muscle and a bit of fat but is over all light on his feet. One might even mistake him for a female from a distance (or if they're drunk enough). Due to his mix blood, his skin appears a normal fleshy tone blended with some white but upon a closer look, one can tell it actually harbors some Orsimer green in his skin.
Like his skin, Lucex's face holds Orcish roots; his head is close to an Orc's longer shape but ends in a distinctly Nord-like shape. His mouth has two fang like teeth, shorter than an Orc's but still noticable if Lucex pulls down his lip a bit or opens his mouth. His hair was one a silky black stream but since has become a more rugged, but smooth mane of black which hides what appears some shade of dark violet if the light hits it right. The sapphires in his eyes glow an icy blue like the mountain ice, a small smear of brownish-red warpaint around his left eye hides a scar from a wolf attack.
Background:
Lucex isn't really sure where he's from. Based on what he's gathered and guessed, he's a half-orc with a human mother of some breed, either left in the wild to die or be killed. The old orcish dagger is proof of the latter as its the only thing he was found with when a group of hunters found him. Perhaps his father was in a forbidden love and was forced to kill his son in the wild but couldn't bring his Orcish rage to do it, leaving only the knife once meant to do the deed on him as a final message.
Now, from here on out, one would expect Lucex's life to be full of woe and hardship, but its not. He had been picked up by a wondering group of hunters, lead by an Imperial named Romilius who thought Lucex looked Imperial enough to be given an Imperial name. Romilius and his band of merry hunters looked after the kid like a giant family, teaching him their ways of the hunt. Of course this meant that Lucex was never given any real proper education, but who cares about that stuff when you can boast on how you kill bears for a living? Sure as hell sounds more impressive than asking if people get to the cloud district of Whiterun all day.
By the time he was a teenager, Lucex had already claimed a number of animals as his kills, all the pelts, hides and furs to prove too. His companions had taught him well and the young man learned from exprience, even teaching him dueling with swords. However, it was during a hunting trip that Lucex found out the hard way that there is a major difference between teddy bears and wild bears, promptly scaring the shit out of him and scarring him for life, ensuring he would prefer not to get that close to anyone trying to kill him again.
Once he was of age and a true "adult", he made the choice to leave the group but they gave him his current armor as a fair well gift, made of the animals he had hunted, and the bow which had faithfully served him and he had used to hunt said animals. And now, after almost five years of wondering around, he has come into the folds of a mercenary company to earn some cash. I could go on about his exploits like riding a goat out of Solitude to escape the guards or how he drop kicked a troll (with varying amounts of success which may or may not have ended in a hasty retreat), but that all is a story for another day.
Personality:
As one might expect from a man of his age, Lucex is full of piss and vigor (relatively speaking). He's hyped and ready to die (not really), willing to do whatever it takes to become the very best (again, not really). He'll even fight a giant with a goat and a tuning fork! (Noticing a trend yet?)
In reality, Lucex is a brave man with a kind soul, just not the type of brave who'd face off against stuff head on. He's an adventurer guy who'd go tomb raiding or dwemer diving if he had people to do it with him (or more likely keep the badies away). That said, he does pull his share and will fight as needed. Even if he is good at things like swordsmanship, he prefers to stay away from it since it means there's just that much of a greater chance of him dying horribly. His youthful kindess does tend to lead him on the path of being a bit naiveté to the darker side of the world, but he does what he thinks will do the most good. That's not to say he doesn't manage to get himself into all sorts of trouble and mischief, but, he still young and stupid (somewhat). He's most generous to orphans, having somewhat understanding their cause and life but generally does pitch a coin or two to a beggar's bucket.
In terms of being a mercenary, he's sometimes called a coward for his fear of getting up close and personal, but his skills as an archer is very respected even if his shots do land a bit distant from his target. He hates having to take out of the company's food stock pile and often resorts to fishing or hunting for his own meats or picking wild plants he can eat. He's no alchemist but he knows what can be safely eaten and is willing to share both plants he comes across and wild game. When he isn't fighting or hunting and generally relaxing, he favors story telling of his exploits, some true, some fake, some almost true but all of them amusing or interesting in some way. His favorite setting to do this is around a camp fire or with a small group a tavern's bar, should be noted he doesn't like the taste of most alcohols and thus doesn't drink minus a good round a Cyrodillic Brandy which he enjoys the taste of.
Capabilities:
Skills:
•Adept - Marksmanship (Very proficient in crossbows, less in traditional archery or throwing)
•Adept - Sneak (Good enough to stalk animals and sometimes people)
•Adept – 1H Blades (Can dual well with someone like a town guard)
•Apprentice - Speech (To tell stories and to get him out of trouble buts its more than enough to get him in trouble)
•Apprentice - Athletics (Equivalent to a some very basic military training)
•Apprentice – Acrobatics (Think street performer level)
•Novice – Destruction (Enough to start a fire)
•Novice – Smithing (Mostly for sharpening, reinforcing, etc)
•Novice - Tailoring (Makes scarves and shoddy shirts and bandages and rope)
•Novice - Woodworking (Just some carving stuff he's learned on the go)
•Novice - Mercantile (Just enough so he doesn't get ripped off too badly)
Weaknesses:
•Weak bones - Born with lighter bones, while it does allow Lucex to move faster, it also mean even a solid punch can do significant damage, Divines forbid he gets hit with a war hammer or a log to the face.
•Sensitive to Lightning - For reasons unknown, Lucex is significantly more sensitive to lighting-based spells. From a single hit, at best he'll be temporarily paralyzed and disoriented and at worse, he'll be knocked out cold or his heart stops.
•Weak to Poison - Lucex has had a weakened immune system for a long time but due to his outdoorsmanship, he's been able to negate and prevent most diseases through will power of being healthy. Poison however is still incredibly dangerous on him.
•Illiterate - Lucex can make out some simple words but the vast majority of words are just scribbles to him. Despite never really getting a proper education at any point, he enjoys books purely too look at the neat handwriting, wishing to one day to write just a pretty as the books show.
•Too hot for this shit - Whenever Lucex try any other spell than Flame, it still manages to be a fire spell. Candlelight? Its a fiery ball of flaming death. Courage? It bravely sets people on fire. Icespike? Lucex single handily manages to break the laws of nature and ends up with a flaming ice bolt.
Relations to Other Characters:
N/A
Affiliation(s):
None
Spells (if any):
•Novice Flames
Combat Style (or the Lack of): (optional)
Lucex is primarily a ranged support on paper, shooting away with his crossbow. In reality, he tends to get a bit more personal in his bolt deliver, making hims something of a frontline sniper. Should he get too close and personal, he draws a sword/axe/knife/whatever-his-hand-can-find and then goes into a dodge tank mode where he constantly dodges to draw attention, attack when his opponent is tired and/or vulnerable.
Other Capabilities:
•Hunting related things (stalking, cleaning and field dressing)
•Survival skills (campfire making, woodcutting)
•Equipment maintenance
•Being a very convincing female and crossdressing
•Singing (or so he thinks)
•Outdoorsmanship (climbing, swimming)
Inventory
Cash:
58 gold and a piece of cheese
Keys and Lockpicks:
N/A
Clothing and Armor:
Lucex wears a short chainmail shirt that goes to his stomach which comes with a chest piece of hard boiled leather. Leather shoulder guards protect his shoulders as one would expect, snow wolf furs decorate the topmost layer. Around his waist is a long red-tipped blue scarf of tundra cotton, his horn and a small money pouch occupy space there along side some trinkets. The furs of his lower body are of foxes, wolves and even bears he hunted himself and are connected to the leather of his top armor, hiding a pair of rugged pants. His armor comes with a hood and Lucex made the face wrap himself, although its only used in bad weather or places he knows he has a certain... unsavory reputation. Outside of that, we wears standard leather boots and bracers with hide gloves. In cold weather, he dons a heavy fur cloak which also serves as his sleeping pad on most nights.
Weapon and Ammunition:
•Hunting Bow with ~30 steel arrows
•Orcish dagger
•Woodcutter Axe
•An Alpenstock
Potion and Arcane Supplies:
•Two potions of minor stamina
Jewelry and Novelty Items:
•A "borrowed" silver ring
•Amulet of Kynareth
•The Orcish dagger technically
•Goat horn horn made of a horny goat horn who wasn't actually horny but still had horns
Books and Documents:
•A few maps, mostly of Skyrim's wilderness
•Memoirs of an Ale Wench (Lucex enjoys tracing the fancy letters)
Food, Drinks, Provisions:
•Two dried fish
•A water skin and a few bottles of water
•Bread
•The piece of cheese is not food, its legal tender (to Lucex anyways)
Bags, Pouches, Packs:
•The large knapsack slung on his back
•Some small pouches and a satchel on his belt
•A quiver for his arrows
•His 4 pack
Other:
Lucex claims that his hood by itself is enchanted and while it does appear to be enchanted and has been confirmed by mages, no one knows what the actual enchantment is. Seeing as the enchantment itself faintly glows purple, Lucex says the enchantment make the hood "better at being purple".
Name:
Lucex Venatorii
Race:
Half-Orc, human mother but unsure of race, looks mostly Imperial
Age:
20
Gender:
Male
Birthsign:
The Theif
Place of Origin:
Unknown - Found in the wilderness
Appearance:
Lucex stands as a not-so-intimidating height of around 5 and a half feet (~1.8 meters) with a fairly slender build but what muscle he does posses is pronounce mostly due to his blood. He has a mix of a bit muscle and a bit of fat but is over all light on his feet. One might even mistake him for a female from a distance (or if they're drunk enough). Due to his mix blood, his skin appears a normal fleshy tone blended with some white but upon a closer look, one can tell it actually harbors some Orsimer green in his skin.
Like his skin, Lucex's face holds Orcish roots; his head is close to an Orc's longer shape but ends in a distinctly Nord-like shape. His mouth has two fang like teeth, shorter than an Orc's but still noticable if Lucex pulls down his lip a bit or opens his mouth. His hair was one a silky black stream but since has become a more rugged, but smooth mane of black which hides what appears some shade of dark violet if the light hits it right. The sapphires in his eyes glow an icy blue like the mountain ice, a small smear of brownish-red warpaint around his left eye hides a scar from a wolf attack.
Background:
Lucex isn't really sure where he's from. Based on what he's gathered and guessed, he's a half-orc with a human mother of some breed, either left in the wild to die or be killed. The old orcish dagger is proof of the latter as its the only thing he was found with when a group of hunters found him. Perhaps his father was in a forbidden love and was forced to kill his son in the wild but couldn't bring his Orcish rage to do it, leaving only the knife once meant to do the deed on him as a final message.
Now, from here on out, one would expect Lucex's life to be full of woe and hardship, but its not. He had been picked up by a wondering group of hunters, lead by an Imperial named Romilius who thought Lucex looked Imperial enough to be given an Imperial name. Romilius and his band of merry hunters looked after the kid like a giant family, teaching him their ways of the hunt. Of course this meant that Lucex was never given any real proper education, but who cares about that stuff when you can boast on how you kill bears for a living? Sure as hell sounds more impressive than asking if people get to the cloud district of Whiterun all day.
By the time he was a teenager, Lucex had already claimed a number of animals as his kills, all the pelts, hides and furs to prove too. His companions had taught him well and the young man learned from exprience, even teaching him dueling with swords. However, it was during a hunting trip that Lucex found out the hard way that there is a major difference between teddy bears and wild bears, promptly scaring the shit out of him and scarring him for life, ensuring he would prefer not to get that close to anyone trying to kill him again.
Once he was of age and a true "adult", he made the choice to leave the group but they gave him his current armor as a fair well gift, made of the animals he had hunted, and the bow which had faithfully served him and he had used to hunt said animals. And now, after almost five years of wondering around, he has come into the folds of a mercenary company to earn some cash. I could go on about his exploits like riding a goat out of Solitude to escape the guards or how he drop kicked a troll (with varying amounts of success which may or may not have ended in a hasty retreat), but that all is a story for another day.
Personality:
As one might expect from a man of his age, Lucex is full of piss and vigor (relatively speaking). He's hyped and ready to die (not really), willing to do whatever it takes to become the very best (again, not really). He'll even fight a giant with a goat and a tuning fork! (Noticing a trend yet?)
In reality, Lucex is a brave man with a kind soul, just not the type of brave who'd face off against stuff head on. He's an adventurer guy who'd go tomb raiding or dwemer diving if he had people to do it with him (or more likely keep the badies away). That said, he does pull his share and will fight as needed. Even if he is good at things like swordsmanship, he prefers to stay away from it since it means there's just that much of a greater chance of him dying horribly. His youthful kindess does tend to lead him on the path of being a bit naiveté to the darker side of the world, but he does what he thinks will do the most good. That's not to say he doesn't manage to get himself into all sorts of trouble and mischief, but, he still young and stupid (somewhat). He's most generous to orphans, having somewhat understanding their cause and life but generally does pitch a coin or two to a beggar's bucket.
In terms of being a mercenary, he's sometimes called a coward for his fear of getting up close and personal, but his skills as an archer is very respected even if his shots do land a bit distant from his target. He hates having to take out of the company's food stock pile and often resorts to fishing or hunting for his own meats or picking wild plants he can eat. He's no alchemist but he knows what can be safely eaten and is willing to share both plants he comes across and wild game. When he isn't fighting or hunting and generally relaxing, he favors story telling of his exploits, some true, some fake, some almost true but all of them amusing or interesting in some way. His favorite setting to do this is around a camp fire or with a small group a tavern's bar, should be noted he doesn't like the taste of most alcohols and thus doesn't drink minus a good round a Cyrodillic Brandy which he enjoys the taste of.
Capabilities:
Skills:
•Adept - Marksmanship (Very proficient in crossbows, less in traditional archery or throwing)
•Adept - Sneak (Good enough to stalk animals and sometimes people)
•Adept – 1H Blades (Can dual well with someone like a town guard)
•Apprentice - Speech (To tell stories and to get him out of trouble buts its more than enough to get him in trouble)
•Apprentice - Athletics (Equivalent to a some very basic military training)
•Apprentice – Acrobatics (Think street performer level)
•Novice – Destruction (Enough to start a fire)
•Novice – Smithing (Mostly for sharpening, reinforcing, etc)
•Novice - Tailoring (Makes scarves and shoddy shirts and bandages and rope)
•Novice - Woodworking (Just some carving stuff he's learned on the go)
•Novice - Mercantile (Just enough so he doesn't get ripped off too badly)
Weaknesses:
•Weak bones - Born with lighter bones, while it does allow Lucex to move faster, it also mean even a solid punch can do significant damage, Divines forbid he gets hit with a war hammer or a log to the face.
•Sensitive to Lightning - For reasons unknown, Lucex is significantly more sensitive to lighting-based spells. From a single hit, at best he'll be temporarily paralyzed and disoriented and at worse, he'll be knocked out cold or his heart stops.
•Weak to Poison - Lucex has had a weakened immune system for a long time but due to his outdoorsmanship, he's been able to negate and prevent most diseases through will power of being healthy. Poison however is still incredibly dangerous on him.
•Illiterate - Lucex can make out some simple words but the vast majority of words are just scribbles to him. Despite never really getting a proper education at any point, he enjoys books purely too look at the neat handwriting, wishing to one day to write just a pretty as the books show.
•Too hot for this shit - Whenever Lucex try any other spell than Flame, it still manages to be a fire spell. Candlelight? Its a fiery ball of flaming death. Courage? It bravely sets people on fire. Icespike? Lucex single handily manages to break the laws of nature and ends up with a flaming ice bolt.
Relations to Other Characters:
N/A
Affiliation(s):
None
Spells (if any):
•Novice Flames
Combat Style (or the Lack of): (optional)
Lucex is primarily a ranged support on paper, shooting away with his crossbow. In reality, he tends to get a bit more personal in his bolt deliver, making hims something of a frontline sniper. Should he get too close and personal, he draws a sword/axe/knife/whatever-his-hand-can-find and then goes into a dodge tank mode where he constantly dodges to draw attention, attack when his opponent is tired and/or vulnerable.
Other Capabilities:
•Hunting related things (stalking, cleaning and field dressing)
•Survival skills (campfire making, woodcutting)
•Equipment maintenance
•Being a very convincing female and crossdressing
•Singing (or so he thinks)
•Outdoorsmanship (climbing, swimming)
Inventory
Cash:
58 gold and a piece of cheese
Keys and Lockpicks:
N/A
Clothing and Armor:
Lucex wears a short chainmail shirt that goes to his stomach which comes with a chest piece of hard boiled leather. Leather shoulder guards protect his shoulders as one would expect, snow wolf furs decorate the topmost layer. Around his waist is a long red-tipped blue scarf of tundra cotton, his horn and a small money pouch occupy space there along side some trinkets. The furs of his lower body are of foxes, wolves and even bears he hunted himself and are connected to the leather of his top armor, hiding a pair of rugged pants. His armor comes with a hood and Lucex made the face wrap himself, although its only used in bad weather or places he knows he has a certain... unsavory reputation. Outside of that, we wears standard leather boots and bracers with hide gloves. In cold weather, he dons a heavy fur cloak which also serves as his sleeping pad on most nights.
Weapon and Ammunition:
•Hunting Bow with ~30 steel arrows
•Orcish dagger
•Woodcutter Axe
•An Alpenstock
Potion and Arcane Supplies:
•Two potions of minor stamina
Jewelry and Novelty Items:
•A "borrowed" silver ring
•Amulet of Kynareth
•The Orcish dagger technically
•Goat horn horn made of a horny goat horn who wasn't actually horny but still had horns
Books and Documents:
•A few maps, mostly of Skyrim's wilderness
•Memoirs of an Ale Wench (Lucex enjoys tracing the fancy letters)
Food, Drinks, Provisions:
•Two dried fish
•A water skin and a few bottles of water
•Bread
•The piece of cheese is not food, its legal tender (to Lucex anyways)
Bags, Pouches, Packs:
•The large knapsack slung on his back
•Some small pouches and a satchel on his belt
•A quiver for his arrows
•His 4 pack
Other:
Lucex claims that his hood by itself is enchanted and while it does appear to be enchanted and has been confirmed by mages, no one knows what the actual enchantment is. Seeing as the enchantment itself faintly glows purple, Lucex says the enchantment make the hood "better at being purple".
coGM
Here be my CS. Hopefully you get a kick out of him.Basic information
Name:
Lucex Venatorii
Race:
Half-Orc, human mother but unsure of race
Age:
20
Gender:
Male
Birthsign:
The Theif
Place of Origin:
Unknown - Found in the wilderness
Appearance:
Lucex stands as a not-so-intimidating height of around 5 and a half feet (~1.8 meters) with a fairly slender build but what muscle he does posses is pronounce mostly due to his blood. He has a mix of a bit muscle and a bit of fat but is over all light on his feet. One might even mistake him for a female from a distance (or if they're drunk enough). Due to his mix blood, his skin appears a normal fleshy tone blended with some white but upon a closer look, one can tell it actually harbors some Orsimer green in his skin.
Like his skin, Lucex's face holds Orcish roots; his head is close to an Orc's longer shape but ends in a distinctly Nord-like shape. His mouth has two fang like teeth, shorter than an Orc's but still noticable if Lucex pulls down his lip a bit or opens his mouth. His hair was one a silky black stream but since has become a more rugged, but smooth mane of black which hides what appears some shade of dark violet if the light hits it right. The sapphires in his eyes glow an icy blue like the mountain ice, a small smear of brownish-red warpaint around his left eye hides a scar from a wolf attack.
Background:
Lucex isn't really sure where he's from. Based on what he's gathered and guessed, he's a half-orc with a human mother of some breed, either left in the wild to die or be killed. The old orcish dagger is proof of the latter as its the only thing he was found with when a group of hunters found him. Perhaps his father was in a forbidden love and was forced to kill his son in the wild but couldn't bring his Orcish rage to do it, leaving only the knife once meant to do the deed on him as a final message.
Now, from here on out, one would expect Lucex's life to be full of woe and hardship, but its not. He had been picked up by a wondering group of hunters, lead by an Imperial named Romilius who thought Lucex looked Imperial enough to be given an Imperial name. Romilius and his band of merry hunters looked after the kid like a giant family, teaching him their ways of the hunt. Of course this meant that Lucex was never given any real proper education, but who cares about that stuff when you can boast on how you kill bears for a living? Sure as hell sounds more impressive than asking if people get to the cloud district of Whiterun all day.
By the time he was a teenager, Lucex had already claimed a number of animals as his kills, all the pelts, hides and furs to prove too. His companions had taught him well and the young man learned from exprience, even teaching him dueling with swords. However, it was during a hunting trip that Lucex found out the hard way that there is a major difference between teddy bears and wild bears, promptly scaring the shit out of him and scarring him for life, ensuring he would prefer not to get that close to anyone trying to kill him again.
Once he was of age and a true "adult", he made the choice to leave the group but they gave him his current armor as a fair well gift, made of the animals he had hunted, and the crossbow he had used to hunt said animals. And now, after almost five years of wondering around, he has come into the folds of a mercenary company to earn some cash. I could go on about his exploits like riding a goat out of Solitude to escape the guards or how he drop kicked a troll (with varying amounts of sucess which may or may not have ended in a hasty retreat), but that all is a story for another day.
Personality:
As one might expect from a man of his age, Lucex is full of piss and vigor (relatively speaking). He's hyped and ready to die (not really), willing to do whatever it takes to become the very best (again, not really). He'll even fight a giant with a goat and a tuning fork! (Noticing a trend yet?)
In reality, Lucex is a brave man with a kind soul, just not the type of brave who'd face off against stuff head on. He's an adventurer guy who'd go tomb raiding or dwemer diving if he had people to do it with him (or more likely keep the badies away). That said, he does pull his share and will fight as needed. Even if he is good at CQC, he prefers to stay away from it since it means there's just that much of a greater chance of him dying horribly.
Capabilities:
Skills:
•Adept - Marksmanship (Very proficient in crossbows, less in traditional archery or throwing)
•Adept - Sneak (Good enough to stalk animals and sometimes people)
•Adept – 1H Blades (Can dual well with someone like a town guard)
•Apprentice - Athletics (Equivalent to a some very basic military training)
•Apprentice – Acrobatics (Think street performer level)
•Novice – Destruction (Enough to start a fire)
•Novice – Smithing (Mostly for sharpening, reinforcing, etc)
•Novice - Tailoring (Makes scarves and shoddy shirts and bandages and rope)
•Novice - Speech (Enough to get him out of trouble, more than enough to get him into trouble)
•Novice - Mercantile (Just enough so he doesn't get ripped off too badly)
Weaknesses:
•Weak bones - Born with lighter bones, while it does allow Lucex to move faster, it also mean even a solid punch can do significant damage, Divines forbid he gets hit with a war hammer or a log to the face.
•Sensitive to Lightning - For reasons unknown, Lucex is significantly more sensative to lighting-based spells. From a single hit, at best he'll be temporarily paralyzed and disoriented and at worse, he'll be knocked out cold or his heart stops.
•Weak to Poison - Lucex has had a weakened immune system for a long time but due to his outdoorsmanship, he's been able to negate and prevent most diseases through will power of being healthy. Poison however is still incredibly dangerous on him.
•Illiterate - Lucex can make out some simple words but the vast majority of words are just scribbles to him. Despite never really getting a proper education at any point, he enjoys books purely too look at the neat handwriting, wishing to one day to write just a pretty as the books show.
•Too hot for this shit - Whenever Lucex try any other spell than Flame, it still manages to be a fire spell. Candlelight? Its a fiery ball of flaming death. Courage? It bravely sets people on fire. Icespike? Lucex single handily manages to break the laws of nature and ends up with a flaming ice bolt.
Relations to Other Characters:
N/A
Affiliation(s):
None
Spells (if any):
•Novice Flames
Combat Style (or the Lack of): (optional)
Lucex is primarily a ranged support on paper, sniping away with his crossbow. In reality, he tends to get a bit more personal in his bolt deliver, making hims something of a frontline sniper. Should he get too close and personal, he draws a sword/axe/knife/whatever-his-hand-can-find and then goes into a dodge tank mode where he constantly dodges to draw attention, attack when his opponent is tired and/or vulnerable.
Other Capabilities:
•Hunting related things (stalking, cleaning and field dressing)
•Survival skills (campfire making, woodcutting)
•Equipment maintenance
•Being a very convincing female and crossdressing
•Singing (or so he thinks)
•Outdoorsmanship (climbing, swimming)
Inventory
Cash:
58 gold and a piece of cheese
Keys and Lockpicks:
N/A
Clothing and Armor:
Lucex wears a short chainmail shirt that goes to his stomach which comes with a chest piece of hard boiled leather. Leather shoulder guards protect his shoulders as one would expect, snow wolf furs decorate the topmost layer. Around his waist is a long red-tipped blue scarf of tundra cotton, his horn and a small money pouch occupy space there along side some trinkets. The furs of his lower body are of foxes, wolves and even bears he hunted himself and are connected to the leather of his top armor, hiding a pair of rugged pants. His armor comes with a hood and Lucex made the face wrap himself, although its only used in bad weather or places he knows he has a certain... unsavory reputation. Outside of that, we wears standard leather boots and bracers with hide gloves. In cold weather, he dons a heavy fur cloak which also serves as his sleeping pad on most nights.
Weapon and Ammunition:
•Crossbow with ~30 steel bolts
•Orcish dagger
•Woodcutter Axe
•A pair of mountain climbing picks
Potion and Arcane Supplies:
•Two potions of minor stamina
Jewelry and Novelty Items:
•A "borrowed" silver ring
•Amulet of Kynareth
•The Orcish dagger technically
•Goat horn horn made of a horny goat horn who wasn't actually horny but still had horns
Books and Documents:
•A few maps, mostly of Skyrim's wilderness
•Memoirs of an Ale Wench (Lucex enjoys tracing the fancy letters)
Food, Drinks, Provisions:
•Two dried fish
•A water skin and a few bottles of water
•Bread
•The piece of cheese is not food, its legal tender (to Lucex anyways)
Bags, Pouches, Packs:
•The large knapsack slung on his back
•Some small pouches and a satchel on his belt
•A bolt quiver for his bolts
•His 4 pack
Other:
Lucex claims that his hood by itself is enchanted and while it does appear to be enchanted and has been confirmed by mages, no one knows what the actual enchantment is. Seeing as the enchantment itself faintly glows purple, Lucex says the enchantment make the hood "better at being purple".
Why live if you don't have a boyfriend who can be your girlfriend when necessary?
ClocktowerEchos Friendly Neighborhood / Landmine Enthusiast
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Why live if you don't have a boyfriend who can be your girlfriend when necessary?
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Could you explain?
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Could you explain?
Just referring to his ability to cross dress.
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Just referring to his ability to cross dress.
Oh lol, always wanted to try and RP as a trap character so yeah, yolo
I suspect this will get him into a lot of mischief later on heh XD
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Okaylay, here's my submission to this mission. Noticed we don't get too many unarmed brawlers/wrestlers in these sorts of settings, which I find surprising. I mean, in Dawnguard you can sneak up on enemies and Suplex them to death. :P
Name: Tennant Ibnazh
Race: Imperial
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Birthsign: The Warrior
Place of Origin: Riften
Appearance: Simply put, Tennant Ibnazh is a huge man, especially by Imperial standards. Standing at almost seven feet tall, he towers over most people he meets, besides the occasional High Elf. As one would expect from a Wrestler/Prizefighter, he is also very muscular indeed, though his face is surprisingly gaunt and angular, as opposed to square-jawed. His size and pale skin are signs of his Nord ancestry, but on the other hand, his eyes are hazel, his hair is dark chocolate-brown and worn in a Mullet, and is coupled with a small goatee on his chin. His missing right eye is almost always covered up by a dark grey bandage/headband, much longer than it needs to be so the loose parts usually sway about behind his head. Finally, he's often seen with black war paint on his face, in the form of two simple 'bars' just under his eyes.
Background:
Personality:
Tennant is a rather abrasive individual who prefers to stay focused on the task at hand, with little patience for meaningless small talk. He is also very straightforward and refuses to sugar-coat his words, always taking the opportunity to tell people exactly what he thinks of them, especially if they're arrogant; cowards he can tolerate (provided they have a good reason for it), but arrogance is something he has no tolerance for. He doesn't do it out of malice, though; on the contrary, he believes that being completely honest about people's flaws is the only proper way to get them to improve themselves. He knows when to keep quiet, mercifully (past experience has made sure of that), but that doesn't mean he'll like it.
Unfortunately, due to his preference for getting things done quickly and decisively and his desire to get into fights, he is not exactly the most tactful or diplomatic of people to have around. That being said, when he's in the midst of the action, his great focus works to his advantage; it can be rather difficult to get the jump on him for this reason, though trying to interrupt said focus is a good way to annoy him fast.
Most of the above is actually born of a deeply-ingrained mistrust of his own kind, formed from many unfortunate encounters with people on the road who didn't appreciate his adoptive family. He tends to soften up quite a bit when he's around Khajiit, Argonians, Dunmer and other 'underdog' races; especially Khajiit. Aside from that, he also tends to soften up around people he holds in high regard, especially those with good character, or people who have recently gone through some traumatic experience.
He's not a very spiritual person, though perhaps uniquely among his kind, thanks to his upbringing, he identifies most with the Khajiit pantheon of Aedra and Daedra, viewing worship of the Nine Divines as a 'foreign' religion. This can be hard to detect at first, but may seep through when he casually refers to one of the Divines by their Khajiit name, or talks about being 'away from the sands'.
Capabilities:
Skills:
Expert:
Hand-to-Hand (advancing this to Master level is one of his main goals).
Adept:
Athletics
Unarmoured
Woodworking
Apprentice:
Acrobatics
Novice:
2H Blunt
Mercantile (common sense-level, really).
Sneak (not good enough to be in the Thieves' Guild, I mean, he's seven feet tall for God's sake. It's only good enough to momentarily get the jump on people who aren't expecting him.)
Physical Weaknesses:
Loss of Right Eye (got clawed out by a Troll.)
Non-physical Weaknesses:
Magical Incompetence (couldn't cast even the most basic healing spell to save his life.)
Weaponless (of course, Tennant doesn't consider this a weakness, and not without reason.)
Unarmoured (this should be fairly obvious, methinks. Lucky he's faster than he looks.)
Relations to Other Characters: N/A
Affiliation(s): Neutral; slightly biased towards Khajiit and other 'Underdog' races. Or should that be 'Undercat' races? *Bricked*
Spells: None. See Weaknesses.
Combat Style: Throughout most of Tamrielic history, fighting hand-to-hand has been considered something of a brutish and undisciplined affair, something to fall back on when you've dropped your sticks and rocks. Naturally, however, some cultures instead recognised the versatility and potential applications of a formalised unarmed fighting system; the Khajiit in particular, making use of their claws. The Khajiiti discipline in question, passed on from Do'Zaddha to Tennant, focuses less on mindlessly pummelling opponents and more on disarming, swift movements, counter-attacks and the use of one's weight to one's advantage. Combining his immense size and strength with his keen eye and surprising speed for someone like him, Tennant's fighting style specialises primarily in precise, well-aimed strikes and grappling techniques designed to effectively neutralise multiple armed opponents and pulverise their bones to dust. While he could use a weapon if you gave him one, he's much more comfortable with just tossing people around like normal; he doesn't consider a weapon an extension of himself, rather, he thinks of them as obstructive tumours stuck to his hands and getting in the way.
Other Capabilities: He's also a competent carpenter, specialising in the assembly of the heavy planks that form the foundations of many houses across Tamriel. He sometimes tries to make elaborate carvings in his spare time, but they're not that good.
Inventory:
Cash: 343 Gold (328 carried in pack, the remaining 15 in his pockets).
Keys and Lockpicks: He wears a Key around his neck that Do'Zaddha gave to him, but he can't remember what it's for. He reckons it must have been for his Skooma cabinet or something. He always takes it off before getting into a fight.
Clothing and Armor: Unarmoured, for the most part (to allow for maximum manueverability), aside from a pair of steel-plated Fingerless Gauntlets and big, stompy steel-capped Boots. Also wears a pair of stitched black trousers with red stripes down the side, held up by suspenders. Sometimes wears a grimy dark grey tunic when modesty is a concern but is usually seen without it, often having it tied round his waist instead.
Weapon and Ammunition: None. Have you not been paying attention? :V
Potion and Arcane Supplies: x3 Potion of Restore Health, x2 Potion of Restore Stamina (both carried in his pack).
Jewelry and Novelty Items: x1 File (used for his attempts at woodcarving; carried in one pocket).
Books and Documents: x1 Copy of Master Zoaraym's Tale (a book that Do'Zaddha particularly enjoyed citing (incidentally, on an OOC Note, this book is where I found out about the Torval fighting temple mentioned in his bio; had to come up with some headcanons there)), x1 copy of his mercenary contract.
Food, Drinks, Provisions: x2 Beer, x1 Bottle of Milk, x1 Bottle of Skooma
Bags, Pouches, Packs: x1 Large rugged drawstring sack which he uses to carry most of the above items.
Other: N/A
Race: Imperial
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Birthsign: The Warrior
Place of Origin: Riften
Appearance: Simply put, Tennant Ibnazh is a huge man, especially by Imperial standards. Standing at almost seven feet tall, he towers over most people he meets, besides the occasional High Elf. As one would expect from a Wrestler/Prizefighter, he is also very muscular indeed, though his face is surprisingly gaunt and angular, as opposed to square-jawed. His size and pale skin are signs of his Nord ancestry, but on the other hand, his eyes are hazel, his hair is dark chocolate-brown and worn in a Mullet, and is coupled with a small goatee on his chin. His missing right eye is almost always covered up by a dark grey bandage/headband, much longer than it needs to be so the loose parts usually sway about behind his head. Finally, he's often seen with black war paint on his face, in the form of two simple 'bars' just under his eyes.
Background:
Tennant's biological father was a notorious Nord outlaw and an enormous and unbelievably strong man who struck fear into the hearts of many a traveller, armed with a metal-plated wooden club that was almost as big as he was; he was so huge and resilient, he was rumoured to be part Giant. However, he was also as dumb as a box of rocks. Meanwhile, Tennant's mother was an Imperial immigrant and a Prostitute based in Riften. One night, the giant outlaw and his gang decided to reward themselves for a recent raid by bursting into Riften and partying in the streets. It didn't take long for him to spend half his loot on the prostitute's full services, for she was considered one of the most beautiful in the city. She reluctantly went through with it, and the giant outlaw, satisfied, then left the town to get mauled to death by Frost Trolls, to the immense relief of just about everyone.
The result of this union, Tennant (who, at the time, had no last name) was born with no real parents, for his mother was forced to abandon him at Riften's infamous orphanage by her Pimp, who didn't want to have to pay extra to support the child. As a result of these circumstances, the boy became rather violent and confrontational with his predicament, and often passed his time exercising to the point of hurting himself out of sheer frustration. He did manage to land a job as a carpenter's assistant for a couple of months when he was only eight years old, only to get fired when he decided to tell a rude (but wealthy) customer exactly what he thought of him.
A few days later, a boy who was about three years his senior confronted him in a back-alley with a knife and demanded he hand over his food; instead of cooperating, the boy turned the tables and viciously beat his would-be mugger half to death, whereupon he was escorted back to the orphanage by the local guardsmen.
This is where Do'Zaddha comes in. Do'Zaddha was a Khajiit who travelled with a Trader's Caravan then parked outside Riften. Having discreetly entered the city to settle one of his boss' debts, he witnessed the boy's savage attack and took an interest in him, opting to pay to have him adopted. What he didn't tell the orphanage, however, was that he was also an ex-military unarmed combat instructor and anti-Thalmor Guerrilla fighter back in Elsweyr.
Despite some minor protests from the other Khajiit in the caravan, they allowed Do'Zaddha to bring the boy with them, and gave him the family name of 'Ibnazh'. As they travelled across Skyrim and eventually High Rock and Hammerfell, Do'Zaddha treated the boy like a son, teaching him how to read, the Khajiit belief system, and how to do properly do woodwork so he could earn some extra coin whenever they stopped over in one of the many settlements they camped outside of. Though the other Khajiit in the caravan eventually warmed up to him, the same could not be said of the people the caravan ran into, who often made a point of poking fun at his 'raised by cats' status and sometimes even threatened to take him away, and though this lead to violence quite often at first, Do'Zaddha made sure to teach him patience.
At age thirteen, while they were about to smuggle themselves across the border into Cyrodiil, Do'Zaddha revealed the reason why he took Ibnazh in in the first place. Back in Elsweyr, he had been challenged by a long-forgotten rival of his to find a young human and train them to be good enough at unarmed combat to become the champion of the Pan-Tamriel Fighting Tournament held at the famous Temple of Two-Moons Dance in Elsweyr, a competition dominated by Khajiit. Though the ex-instructor couldn't even remember said challenger's name, for some reason, he felt obligated to take up that challenge, but having grown to see Tennant as more than a mere ticket to the history books, he told him this to ask him if he was willing to be trained. To his surprise, Tennant accepted his offer.
Thus, over the next decade, Do'Zaddha taught Tennant everything he knew from his days at the training grounds, while also allowing him to test his skills by entering him into various fighting events, both formalised and otherwise, held all over Cyrodiil and eventually Morrowind and the Black Marsh. Ibnazh recognised that his larger frame and lack of claws meant he was even less suited to Khajiit disciplines than he realised, forcing him to put a unique spin on Do'Zaddha's techniques which focused more on grappling than direct strikes, taking inspiration from Colovian Folk Wrestling.
Eventually, at the age of 23, to prove that he skilled enough to defeat Do'Zaddha in a proper fight and was thus capable of winning the Two-Moons Dance contest, he temporarily left the caravan and trekked into the woods north of Bravil. His intention was to find a Troll so he could kill it with his bare hands; eventually, he found one, but unfortunately the initial encounter ended badly with the creature clawing one of his eyes out. After wrapping up his head and drinking potions to numb the pain, he chose instead to sneak up on the creature, jumping at it while it was barely awake and breaking its neck against a jagged rock. Dragging the Troll's entire corpse back to Do'Zaddha's caravan as proof, the Khajiit decided he was ready to take him on, and they fought each other inside a nearby cave. The fight lasted for hours, and by the narrowest of margins, Tennant managed to defeat him. Having finally taught a student good enough to defeat him unaided, Do'Zaddha told him he had nothing left to teach him.
The caravan then travelled into Elsweyr, and in spite of everything that had been happening, Pan-Tamriel contests were still being at held at Two-Moons Dance; despite being located inside Torval, where humans are forbidden from entering, a rare exception was made for non-Khajiit contestants in the contest. However, it certainly didn't help that, primarily due to Tamriel's rather turbulent politics, there were less non-Khajiit participating then there usually was. Despite receiving quite a few boos from the more conservative among the spectators, Tennant managed to fight his way to the second-to-last tier, becoming one of the very few humans to do so. Unfortunately, he was defeated by Shazakhi, a much swifter female opponent who copied all of his techniques, thus eliminating him from the contest.
At first, Tennant was devastated and spent several weeks binge-drinking and taking Skooma in Orcrest, but after approaching Do'Zaddha again for advice, Do'Zaddha once again told him that he had nothing left to teach, and advised Tennant to go out on his own and diversify his skillset. Thus, Tennant decided to travel once more, only this time on his own, seeking out the strongest fighters in the provinces and learning from them. Naturally, such an expedition would need funding, so wherever he went, he always took up various odd-jobs, usually relating in some way to wood-working.
Eventually he returned to Riften, where he was born, and participated in an underground fight club held in the sewers, where he challenged the local champion the moment he arrived. However, after he defeated the man in less than five minutes (and cost the gamblers quite a bit of money), he began to feel as though he was not improving because the lack of any kind of danger or threat in a semi-formalised fight had made him grow complacent; after all, one of the main reasons Do'Zaddha got so good was because his life depended on it.
Thus, he decided that the best option would be to apply his skills to actual combat. To this end, he signed up with a Mercenary company that was operating in The Reach, naturally refusing every single weapon that was offered to him along the way.
The result of this union, Tennant (who, at the time, had no last name) was born with no real parents, for his mother was forced to abandon him at Riften's infamous orphanage by her Pimp, who didn't want to have to pay extra to support the child. As a result of these circumstances, the boy became rather violent and confrontational with his predicament, and often passed his time exercising to the point of hurting himself out of sheer frustration. He did manage to land a job as a carpenter's assistant for a couple of months when he was only eight years old, only to get fired when he decided to tell a rude (but wealthy) customer exactly what he thought of him.
A few days later, a boy who was about three years his senior confronted him in a back-alley with a knife and demanded he hand over his food; instead of cooperating, the boy turned the tables and viciously beat his would-be mugger half to death, whereupon he was escorted back to the orphanage by the local guardsmen.
This is where Do'Zaddha comes in. Do'Zaddha was a Khajiit who travelled with a Trader's Caravan then parked outside Riften. Having discreetly entered the city to settle one of his boss' debts, he witnessed the boy's savage attack and took an interest in him, opting to pay to have him adopted. What he didn't tell the orphanage, however, was that he was also an ex-military unarmed combat instructor and anti-Thalmor Guerrilla fighter back in Elsweyr.
Despite some minor protests from the other Khajiit in the caravan, they allowed Do'Zaddha to bring the boy with them, and gave him the family name of 'Ibnazh'. As they travelled across Skyrim and eventually High Rock and Hammerfell, Do'Zaddha treated the boy like a son, teaching him how to read, the Khajiit belief system, and how to do properly do woodwork so he could earn some extra coin whenever they stopped over in one of the many settlements they camped outside of. Though the other Khajiit in the caravan eventually warmed up to him, the same could not be said of the people the caravan ran into, who often made a point of poking fun at his 'raised by cats' status and sometimes even threatened to take him away, and though this lead to violence quite often at first, Do'Zaddha made sure to teach him patience.
At age thirteen, while they were about to smuggle themselves across the border into Cyrodiil, Do'Zaddha revealed the reason why he took Ibnazh in in the first place. Back in Elsweyr, he had been challenged by a long-forgotten rival of his to find a young human and train them to be good enough at unarmed combat to become the champion of the Pan-Tamriel Fighting Tournament held at the famous Temple of Two-Moons Dance in Elsweyr, a competition dominated by Khajiit. Though the ex-instructor couldn't even remember said challenger's name, for some reason, he felt obligated to take up that challenge, but having grown to see Tennant as more than a mere ticket to the history books, he told him this to ask him if he was willing to be trained. To his surprise, Tennant accepted his offer.
Thus, over the next decade, Do'Zaddha taught Tennant everything he knew from his days at the training grounds, while also allowing him to test his skills by entering him into various fighting events, both formalised and otherwise, held all over Cyrodiil and eventually Morrowind and the Black Marsh. Ibnazh recognised that his larger frame and lack of claws meant he was even less suited to Khajiit disciplines than he realised, forcing him to put a unique spin on Do'Zaddha's techniques which focused more on grappling than direct strikes, taking inspiration from Colovian Folk Wrestling.
Eventually, at the age of 23, to prove that he skilled enough to defeat Do'Zaddha in a proper fight and was thus capable of winning the Two-Moons Dance contest, he temporarily left the caravan and trekked into the woods north of Bravil. His intention was to find a Troll so he could kill it with his bare hands; eventually, he found one, but unfortunately the initial encounter ended badly with the creature clawing one of his eyes out. After wrapping up his head and drinking potions to numb the pain, he chose instead to sneak up on the creature, jumping at it while it was barely awake and breaking its neck against a jagged rock. Dragging the Troll's entire corpse back to Do'Zaddha's caravan as proof, the Khajiit decided he was ready to take him on, and they fought each other inside a nearby cave. The fight lasted for hours, and by the narrowest of margins, Tennant managed to defeat him. Having finally taught a student good enough to defeat him unaided, Do'Zaddha told him he had nothing left to teach him.
The caravan then travelled into Elsweyr, and in spite of everything that had been happening, Pan-Tamriel contests were still being at held at Two-Moons Dance; despite being located inside Torval, where humans are forbidden from entering, a rare exception was made for non-Khajiit contestants in the contest. However, it certainly didn't help that, primarily due to Tamriel's rather turbulent politics, there were less non-Khajiit participating then there usually was. Despite receiving quite a few boos from the more conservative among the spectators, Tennant managed to fight his way to the second-to-last tier, becoming one of the very few humans to do so. Unfortunately, he was defeated by Shazakhi, a much swifter female opponent who copied all of his techniques, thus eliminating him from the contest.
At first, Tennant was devastated and spent several weeks binge-drinking and taking Skooma in Orcrest, but after approaching Do'Zaddha again for advice, Do'Zaddha once again told him that he had nothing left to teach, and advised Tennant to go out on his own and diversify his skillset. Thus, Tennant decided to travel once more, only this time on his own, seeking out the strongest fighters in the provinces and learning from them. Naturally, such an expedition would need funding, so wherever he went, he always took up various odd-jobs, usually relating in some way to wood-working.
Eventually he returned to Riften, where he was born, and participated in an underground fight club held in the sewers, where he challenged the local champion the moment he arrived. However, after he defeated the man in less than five minutes (and cost the gamblers quite a bit of money), he began to feel as though he was not improving because the lack of any kind of danger or threat in a semi-formalised fight had made him grow complacent; after all, one of the main reasons Do'Zaddha got so good was because his life depended on it.
Thus, he decided that the best option would be to apply his skills to actual combat. To this end, he signed up with a Mercenary company that was operating in The Reach, naturally refusing every single weapon that was offered to him along the way.
Personality:
Tennant is a rather abrasive individual who prefers to stay focused on the task at hand, with little patience for meaningless small talk. He is also very straightforward and refuses to sugar-coat his words, always taking the opportunity to tell people exactly what he thinks of them, especially if they're arrogant; cowards he can tolerate (provided they have a good reason for it), but arrogance is something he has no tolerance for. He doesn't do it out of malice, though; on the contrary, he believes that being completely honest about people's flaws is the only proper way to get them to improve themselves. He knows when to keep quiet, mercifully (past experience has made sure of that), but that doesn't mean he'll like it.
Unfortunately, due to his preference for getting things done quickly and decisively and his desire to get into fights, he is not exactly the most tactful or diplomatic of people to have around. That being said, when he's in the midst of the action, his great focus works to his advantage; it can be rather difficult to get the jump on him for this reason, though trying to interrupt said focus is a good way to annoy him fast.
Most of the above is actually born of a deeply-ingrained mistrust of his own kind, formed from many unfortunate encounters with people on the road who didn't appreciate his adoptive family. He tends to soften up quite a bit when he's around Khajiit, Argonians, Dunmer and other 'underdog' races; especially Khajiit. Aside from that, he also tends to soften up around people he holds in high regard, especially those with good character, or people who have recently gone through some traumatic experience.
He's not a very spiritual person, though perhaps uniquely among his kind, thanks to his upbringing, he identifies most with the Khajiit pantheon of Aedra and Daedra, viewing worship of the Nine Divines as a 'foreign' religion. This can be hard to detect at first, but may seep through when he casually refers to one of the Divines by their Khajiit name, or talks about being 'away from the sands'.
Capabilities:
Skills:
Expert:
Hand-to-Hand (advancing this to Master level is one of his main goals).
Adept:
Athletics
Unarmoured
Woodworking
Apprentice:
Acrobatics
Novice:
2H Blunt
Mercantile (common sense-level, really).
Sneak (not good enough to be in the Thieves' Guild, I mean, he's seven feet tall for God's sake. It's only good enough to momentarily get the jump on people who aren't expecting him.)
Physical Weaknesses:
Loss of Right Eye (got clawed out by a Troll.)
Non-physical Weaknesses:
Magical Incompetence (couldn't cast even the most basic healing spell to save his life.)
Weaponless (of course, Tennant doesn't consider this a weakness, and not without reason.)
Unarmoured (this should be fairly obvious, methinks. Lucky he's faster than he looks.)
Relations to Other Characters: N/A
Affiliation(s): Neutral; slightly biased towards Khajiit and other 'Underdog' races. Or should that be 'Undercat' races? *Bricked*
Spells: None. See Weaknesses.
Combat Style: Throughout most of Tamrielic history, fighting hand-to-hand has been considered something of a brutish and undisciplined affair, something to fall back on when you've dropped your sticks and rocks. Naturally, however, some cultures instead recognised the versatility and potential applications of a formalised unarmed fighting system; the Khajiit in particular, making use of their claws. The Khajiiti discipline in question, passed on from Do'Zaddha to Tennant, focuses less on mindlessly pummelling opponents and more on disarming, swift movements, counter-attacks and the use of one's weight to one's advantage. Combining his immense size and strength with his keen eye and surprising speed for someone like him, Tennant's fighting style specialises primarily in precise, well-aimed strikes and grappling techniques designed to effectively neutralise multiple armed opponents and pulverise their bones to dust. While he could use a weapon if you gave him one, he's much more comfortable with just tossing people around like normal; he doesn't consider a weapon an extension of himself, rather, he thinks of them as obstructive tumours stuck to his hands and getting in the way.
Other Capabilities: He's also a competent carpenter, specialising in the assembly of the heavy planks that form the foundations of many houses across Tamriel. He sometimes tries to make elaborate carvings in his spare time, but they're not that good.
Inventory:
Cash: 343 Gold (328 carried in pack, the remaining 15 in his pockets).
Keys and Lockpicks: He wears a Key around his neck that Do'Zaddha gave to him, but he can't remember what it's for. He reckons it must have been for his Skooma cabinet or something. He always takes it off before getting into a fight.
Clothing and Armor: Unarmoured, for the most part (to allow for maximum manueverability), aside from a pair of steel-plated Fingerless Gauntlets and big, stompy steel-capped Boots. Also wears a pair of stitched black trousers with red stripes down the side, held up by suspenders. Sometimes wears a grimy dark grey tunic when modesty is a concern but is usually seen without it, often having it tied round his waist instead.
Weapon and Ammunition: None. Have you not been paying attention? :V
Potion and Arcane Supplies: x3 Potion of Restore Health, x2 Potion of Restore Stamina (both carried in his pack).
Jewelry and Novelty Items: x1 File (used for his attempts at woodcarving; carried in one pocket).
Books and Documents: x1 Copy of Master Zoaraym's Tale (a book that Do'Zaddha particularly enjoyed citing (incidentally, on an OOC Note, this book is where I found out about the Torval fighting temple mentioned in his bio; had to come up with some headcanons there)), x1 copy of his mercenary contract.
Food, Drinks, Provisions: x2 Beer, x1 Bottle of Milk, x1 Bottle of Skooma
Bags, Pouches, Packs: x1 Large rugged drawstring sack which he uses to carry most of the above items.
Other: N/A
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I have a feeling we'll be getting some really interesting character this time around. Out of curiosity, how many people are using an actual ES build they're played as before?
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Okaylay, here's my submission to this mission. Noticed we don't get too many unarmed brawlers/wrestlers in these sorts of settings, which I find surprising. I mean, in Dawnguard you can sneak up on enemies and Suplex them to death. :PName: Tennant Ibnazh
Race: Imperial
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Birthsign: The Warrior
Place of Origin: Riften
Appearance: Simply put, Tennant Ibnazh is a huge man, especially by Imperial standards. Standing at almost seven feet tall, he towers over most people he meets, besides the occasional High Elf. As one would expect from a Wrestler/Prizefighter, he is also very muscular indeed, though his face is surprisingly gaunt and angular, as opposed to square-jawed. His size and pale skin are signs of his Nord ancestry, but on the other hand, his eyes are hazel, his hair is dark chocolate-brown and worn in a Mullet, and is coupled with a small goatee on his chin. His missing right eye is almost always covered up by a dark grey bandage/headband, much longer than it needs to be so the loose parts usually sway about behind his head. Finally, he's often seen with black war paint on his face, in the form of two simple 'bars' just under his eyes.
Background:Tennant's biological father was a notorious Nord outlaw and an enormous and unbelievably strong man who struck fear into the hearts of many a traveller, armed with a metal-plated wooden club that was almost as big as he was; he was so huge and resilient, he was rumoured to be part Giant. However, he was also as dumb as a box of rocks. Meanwhile, Tennant's mother was an Imperial immigrant and a Prostitute based in Riften. One night, the giant outlaw and his gang decided to reward themselves for a recent raid by bursting into Riften and partying in the streets. It didn't take long for him to spend half his loot on the prostitute's full services, for she was considered one of the most beautiful in the city. She reluctantly went through with it, and the giant outlaw, satisfied, then left the town to get mauled to death by Frost Trolls, to the immense relief of just about everyone.
The result of this union, Tennant (who, at the time, had no last name) was born with no real parents, for his mother was forced to abandon him at Riften's infamous orphanage by her Pimp, who didn't want to have to pay extra to support the child. As a result of these circumstances, the boy became rather violent and confrontational with his predicament, and often passed his time exercising to the point of hurting himself out of sheer frustration. He did manage to land a job as a carpenter's assistant for a couple of months when he was only eight years old, only to get fired when he decided to tell a rude (but wealthy) customer exactly what he thought of him.
A few days later, a boy who was about three years his senior confronted him in a back-alley with a knife and demanded he hand over his food; instead of cooperating, the boy turned the tables and viciously beat his would-be mugger half to death, whereupon he was escorted back to the orphanage by the local guardsmen.
This is where Do'Zaddha comes in. Do'Zaddha was a Khajiit who travelled with a Trader's Caravan then parked outside Riften. Having discreetly entered the city to settle one of his boss' debts, he witnessed the boy's savage attack and took an interest in him, opting to pay to have him adopted. What he didn't tell the orphanage, however, was that he was also an ex-military unarmed combat instructor and anti-Thalmor Guerrilla fighter back in Elsweyr.
Despite some minor protests from the other Khajiit in the caravan, they allowed Do'Zaddha to bring the boy with them, and gave him the family name of 'Ibnazh'. As they travelled across Skyrim and eventually High Rock and Hammerfell, Do'Zaddha treated the boy like a son, teaching him how to read, the Khajiit belief system, and how to do properly do woodwork so he could earn some extra coin whenever they stopped over in one of the many settlements they camped outside of. Though the other Khajiit in the caravan eventually warmed up to him, the same could not be said of the people the caravan ran into, who often made a point of poking fun at his 'raised by cats' status and sometimes even threatened to take him away, and though this lead to violence quite often at first, Do'Zaddha made sure to teach him patience.
At age thirteen, while they were about to smuggle themselves across the border into Cyrodiil, Do'Zaddha revealed the reason why he took Ibnazh in in the first place. Back in Elsweyr, he had been challenged by a long-forgotten rival of his to find a young human and train them to be good enough at unarmed combat to become the champion of the Pan-Tamriel Fighting Tournament held at the famous Temple of Two-Moons Dance in Elsweyr, a competition dominated by Khajiit. Though the ex-instructor couldn't even remember the man's name, for some reason, he felt obligated to take up that challenge, but having grown to see Tennant as more than a mere ticket to the history books, he told him this to ask him if he was willing to be trained. To his surprise, Tennant accepted his offer.
Thus, over the next decade, Do'Zaddha taught Tennant everything he knew from his days at the training grounds, while also allowing him to test his skills by entering him into various fighting events, both formalised and otherwise, held all over Cyrodiil and eventually Morrowind and the Black Marsh. Ibnazh recognised that his larger frame and lack of claws meant he was even less suited to Khajiit disciplines than he realised, forcing him to put a unique spin on Do'Zaddha's techniques which focused more on grappling than direct strikes, taking inspiration from Colovian Folk Wrestling.
Eventually, at the age of 23, to prove that he skilled enough to defeat Do'Zaddha in a proper fight and was thus capable of winning the Two-Moons Dance contest, he temporarily left the caravan and trekked into the woods north of Bravil. His intention was to find a Troll so he could kill it with his bare hands; eventually, he found one, and though the creature clawed one of his eyes out in the ensuing fight, Tennant eventually killed it by breaking its neck against a jagged rock. Dragging the Troll's entire corpse back to Do'Zaddha's caravan as proof, the Khajiit decided he was ready to take him on, and they fought each other inside a nearby cave. The fight lasted for hours, and by the narrowest of margins, Tennant managed to defeat him. Having finally taught a student good enough to defeat him unaided, Do'Zaddha told him he had nothing left to teach him.
The caravan then travelled into Elsweyr, and in spite of everything that had been happening, Pan-Tamriel contests were still being at held at Two-Moons Dance; despite being located inside Torval, where humans are forbidden from entering, a rare exception was made for non-Khajiit contestants in the contest. However, it certainly didn't help that, primarily due to Tamriel's rather turbulent politics, there were less non-Khajiit participating then there usually was. Despite receiving quite a few boos from the more conservative among the spectators, Tennant managed to fight his way to the second-to-last tier, becoming one of the very few humans to do so. Unfortunately, he was defeated by Shazakhi, a much swifter female opponent who copied all of his techniques, thus eliminating him from the contest.
At first, Tennant was devastated and spent several weeks binge-drinking and taking Skooma in Orcrest, but after approaching Do'Zaddha again for advice, Do'Zaddha once again told him that he had nothing left to teach, and advised Tennant to go out on his own and diversify his skillset. Thus, Tennant decided to travel once more, only this time on his own, seeking out the strongest fighters in the provinces and learning from them. Naturally, such an expedition would need funding, so wherever he went, he always took up various odd-jobs, usually relating in some way to wood-working.
Eventually he returned to Riften, where he was born, and participated in an underground fight club held in the sewers, where he challenged the local champion the moment he arrived. However, after he defeated the man in less than five minutes (and cost the gamblers quite a bit of money), he began to feel as though he was not improving because the lack of any kind of danger or threat in a semi-formalised fight had made him grow complacent; after all, one of the main reasons Do'Zaddha got so good was because his life depended on it.
Thus, he decided that the best option would be to apply his skills to actual combat. To this end, he signed up with a Mercenary company that was operating in The Reach, naturally refusing every single weapon that was offered to him along the way.
Personality:
Tennant is a rather abrasive individual who prefers to stay focused on the task at hand, with little patience for meaningless small talk. He is also very straightforward and refuses to sugar-coat his words, always taking the opportunity to tell people exactly what he thinks of them, especially if they're arrogant; cowards he can tolerate (provided they have a good reason for it), but arrogance is something he has no tolerance for. He doesn't do it out of malice, though; on the contrary, he believes that being completely honest about people's flaws is the only proper way to get them to improve themselves. He knows when to keep quiet, mercifully (past experience has made sure of that), but that doesn't mean he'll like it.
Unfortunately, due to his preference for getting things done quickly and decisively and his desire to get into fights, he is not exactly the most tactful or diplomatic of people to have around. That being said, when he's in the midst of the action, his great focus works to his advantage; it can be rather difficult to get the jump on him for this reason, though trying to interrupt said focus is a good way to annoy him fast.
Most of the above is actually born of a deeply-ingrained mistrust of his own kind, formed from many unfortunate encounters with people on the road who didn't appreciate his adoptive family. He tends to soften up quite a bit when he's around Khajiit, Argonians, Dunmer and other 'underdog' races; especially Khajiit. Aside from that, he also tends to soften up around people he holds in high regard, especially those with good character, or people who have recently gone through some traumatic experience.
He's not a very spiritual person, though perhaps uniquely among his kind, thanks to his upbringing, he identifies most with the Khajiit pantheon of Aedra and Daedra, viewing worship of the Nine Divines as a 'foreign' religion. This can be hard to detect at first, but may seep through when he casually refers to one of the Divines by their Khajiit name, or talks about being 'away from the sands'.
Capabilities:
Skills:
Master:
Hand-to-Hand
Expert:
Athletics
Unarmoured
Adept:
Woodworking
Acrobatics
Apprentice:
Light Armour
Novice:
2H Blunt
Mercantile (common sense-level, really).
Physical Weaknesses:
Loss of Right Eye (got clawed out by a Troll.)
Non-physical Weaknesses:
Magical Incompetence (couldn't cast even the most basic healing spell to save his life.)
Weaponless (of course, Tennant doesn't consider this a weakness, and not without reason.)
Unarmoured (this should be fairly obvious, methinks. Lucky he's faster than he looks.)
Relations to Other Characters: N/A
Affiliation(s): Neutral; slightly biased towards Khajiit and other 'Underdog' races. Or should that be 'Undercat' races? *Bricked*
Spells: None. See Weaknesses.
Combat Style: Throughout most of Tamrielic history, fighting hand-to-hand has been considered something of a brutish and undisciplined affair, something to fall back on when you've dropped your sticks and rocks. Naturally, however, some cultures instead recognised the versatility and potential applications of a formalised unarmed fighting system; the Khajiit in particular, making use of their claws. The Khajiiti discipline in question, passed on from Do'Zaddha to Tennant, focuses less on mindlessly pummelling opponents and more on disarming, swift movements, counter-attacks and the use of one's weight to one's advantage. Combining his immense size and strength with his keen eye and surprising speed for someone like him, Tennant's fighting style specialises primarily in precise, well-aimed strikes and grappling techniques designed to effectively neutralise multiple armed opponents and pulverise their bones to dust. While he could use a weapon if you gave him one, he's much more comfortable with just tossing people around like normal; he doesn't consider a weapon an extension of himself, rather, he thinks of them as obstructive tumours stuck to his hands and getting in the way.
Other Capabilities: He's also a competent carpenter, specialising in the assembly of the heavy planks that form the foundations of many houses across Tamriel. He sometimes tries to make elaborate carvings in his spare time, but they're not that good.
Inventory:
Cash: 343 Gold (328 carried in pack, the remaining 15 in his pockets).
Keys and Lockpicks: He wears a Key around his neck that Do'Zaddha gave to him, but he can't remember what it's for. He reckons it must have been for his Skooma cabinet or something. He always takes it off before getting into a fight.
Clothing and Armor: Unarmoured, for the most part (to allow for maximum manueverability), aside from a pair of steel-plated Fingerless Gauntlets and big, stompy steel-capped Boots. Also wears a pair of stitched black trousers with red stripes down the side, held up by suspenders. Sometimes wears a grimy dark grey tunic when modesty is a concern but is usually seen without it, often having it tied round his waist instead.
Weapon and Ammunition: None. Have you not been paying attention? :V
Potion and Arcane Supplies: x3 Potion of Restore Health, x2 Potion of Restore Stamina (both carried in his pack).
Jewelry and Novelty Items: x1 File (used for his attempts at woodcarving; carried in one pocket).
Books and Documents: x1 Copy of Master Zoaraym's Tale (a book that Do'Zaddha particularly enjoyed citing (incidentally, on an OOC Note, this book is where I found out about the Torval fighting temple mentioned in his bio; had to come up with some headcanons there)), x1 copy of his mercenary contract.
Food, Drinks, Provisions: x2 Beer, x1 Bottle of Milk, x1 Bottle of Skooma
Bags, Pouches, Packs: x1 Large rugged drawstring sack which he uses to carry most of the above items.
Other: N/A
I have a feeling we'll be getting some really interesting character this time around. Out of curiosity, how many people are using an actual ES build they're played as before?
No TES game I know of lets you get a prosthetic or smoke a skooma pipe. I don't even play the games themselves that much anyway.
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Okay, bio's a little more beefed up.
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