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The Serpent General and the male

Saren roared out in pain. Soon the room began to smell or roast snake. As the blue flames spread out covering Saren's body. Burning the snake bad enough that it was forced to let to of die. Saren staggered before holding his hand out the black metallic ooze poured forth from it forming a huge sword in it.
"That was a very, very bad move," Saren said.
His eyes narrowed at the girl, and a torrent of fire filled the room as he roared, running at her. He just wanted to buy some land! why did this always happen? Why couldn't he find peace? He was so angry the stone under his feet burned, leaving black footprints in his wake.

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The Serpent General and the male

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The Serpent General and the male

Saren burst into laughter at the pathetic girl before her. His eyes glowing as blue fire danced around his body.
"Surely this must be a joke! Wemon are nothing, but worthless fools! Now leave before my amusement fades," Saren said turning his back on the soldier.
He walked to the desk throwing it at the wall making it splinter into a thousand pieces. Sending important documents flying through the room. He grabbed the shivering clerk by the collar, lifting them off the ground.

Skyrim: The secret of Thu'um

Name: Railen
Race: Argonin
Gender: Female
Age: 26
Appearance: Railen has a dark blue throat, and stomach, and cream colored ears. The rest of his body his a dark grey color, and ice blue eyes he has scars along his arms, and back all of which are bitter memories of his time in Bravil. His head has several long horns with two longer dragon like horn towards the back of the top of his head which go straight back, and curve slightly at the tips, in between the horns is a thick plumage of dark blue feathers. Which that stick up, and out when heavily angered. On his eyebrows are tiny pointed horns, He has well manicured nails as he has a habbit to self groom when waiting for long periods. He has three black marks on his face two go up from his chin going over his eyes, but stopping at his eyebrows, and one rounded marking in between them that looks like a cats pupil.

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Art by Bakura-sama

Class: Dark knight
Occupation: Railen is an exicutioner for the dark brotherhood.

Personality: He tends to keep quite most of the time. Though once enough ale has been pumped into him it's hard to get him to shut up. Strangely enough he finds little pleasure in killing the innocent, but will accept the contracts given him. No matter how much it may conflict with his feelings on the subject, he makes up for it by helping those he can.

Background:

Long history

Railen grew up an orphan on the streets of Bravil, a city where even the most wealthy live in poverty. The houses were dirty, and crime ran rampant through the streets. He'd lived his life as a simple thief it wasn't easy, but it was his life. It wasn't so bad as he wasn't alone he had his friends, which to him was his family. However, their was one that he often had his eye on, a Khajiit by the name of Atrri. Her fur was as black as coal, and as smooth as silk. One day after a big score of a thousand septims, the group Celebrated with a fair sized cake stolen from the local bakery. as it was Railen's fourteenth year of life, their was a candle atop it accompanied by singing. He'd left the house to get some water from the well across the bridge, as they'd run out of refreshment.
When he returned their was nothing waiting for him, but blood. It stained the floors, and walls it was as if an animal had torn them apart. Their throats, and or stomach's cut open he was shaking. Railen could barely breath, but he knew the other pungent smell in the air. That oh so unmistakable stench of Skooma fists began to shak in his rage. Seeing Atrri laying before his feet her hands on her sword. He knelt down taking it from her, as he slowly shut her eyes. He stayed only long enough to say a parting prayer, before sheathing his sword. He stood, and looked out at his home one last time. Before shutting the door behind him, he wanted blood and he'd kill anyone that got in his way.

It was raining heavily the mud covering his boots, as he walked up the steps of the Skooma den. There was only one person inside his eyes narrowing down at the disheveled dark elf. His grip tightening on his sword he was too high on Skooma to even know Railen even existed. It only served to anger the young argonian even further. He slammed the dark elfs head into a wall. Making sure to get the damn creatures attention. The dark elf howled out in pain as they looked at Railen. Beginning to spout nonsense, and mercy.
"Did my friends get your mercy," Railen shouted.
He slammed the dark elf's head once more, he felt a satisfying crunch as he snapped his lower jaw. Yet still the bastard kept murmuring gargling on their own blood.
"Shut up! You don't get to talk," He roared, slamming the elfs head into the wall.
Railen kept beating on the elf gaining a great deal of pleasure from the elfs suffering. Till suddenly the room was silent, and the Dunmer's face was nothing, but a caved in mess. His eyes growing wide as he looked at his hands the blood covering them. He wanted to run out of there, but knew better then that. Stealing was one thing in Bravil, but murder was something that wasn't tolerated by any means. He snuck out the back as quick as could be, soon finding himself running after he was far enough away. He ran to the water jumping into it where the gorge wasn't so deep. He stayed there silently as he watched the blood come off his hands. Though that didn't make the memory of his friends go away, of the horrible deaths over a few meager septims. He stayed in the water till it was late the next day, he'd made sure no one saw him, sticking to the shadows; Where he felt most at home. He soon walked to the shore to be met by an odd laughing man.
"Who are you," Railen asked in confusion.
"I am Cicero mmmm yes you'll do great! I welcom you into a new family. Night mother saw! She saw your most stupendous act," he sang with a cackle, and a clap.
Railen's eyes widened he brandished his sword against Cicero only to be sent spining back into the water with a splash. He surfaced spluttering he hadn't even seen the clown move, yet the pain in his chest told him he had been struck.
"How? How did you do that," Railen asked.
Cicero offered his hand to Railen smiling, he shook it at him in a beckoning manner. As if to tell him to follow him, and find out. Railen smirked, and took Cicero's hand willingly following this clown wherever he went. Becoming a fellow protector of the night mother's coffin, even when they came to Skyrim he never left Cicero's side. He was well aware of the little mans insanity. But, he the man taught Railen everything he knows about killing.

When they met up with Skyrim's sect he was quick to make friends with the leader, by doing exactly as she told him. But, the dragons made life difficult it was during one of his missions, that he discovered how truly evil these monsters were. They had burnt a small defensless village that he'd been staying for the night. He'd helped he could, but it was just too much most of the villagers had died from the smoke inhilattion. The monster killed without thought, it didn't care who it killed it was a mindless monster. He shook his hands balled into fists of anger. As the memories of his family in Bravil swarmed his mind, he heard the roar of the dragon. He swore then, and there that he'd stop these monster where the dragonborn had so clerely failed.

Shortened History

Railen once lived in Cyrodill in the small dirty city of Bravil, he was orphaned by the age of eight. He lived with a small group of thieves, that had knit themselves into a tight family. He loved one of them more then the others a Khajiit by the name of Atrri. On the day of his fourteenth birthday he was once again orphaned by a dunmer drug addict. Railen sought his revenge with Atrii's sword, but instead of slashing into the Dunmer he bashed their brains in with his bare hands. As the Dunmer had begged for mercy, something that had been denied to his family. After the task was done he was put into shock, and sought the safety of the water, and shadows. Where he let the water cleanse him, after he came out the jester Cicero was waiting for him on the shore. He was offered a new family in the Dark Brotherhood, after a small scuffle where Railen got his butt kicked. He joined Cicero protecting him, and the night mother. When they traveled to Skyrim Railen was quick to make friends with those in the sanctuary. It was during one of his missions that he laid witness to the destructie force of dragons. They killed indiscriminetly, remembering his family that he'd had in Bravil he swore to end them all.

Skills
Adept One Handed
apprentice Restoration
Expert sneak
Apprentice Heavy armor
Adept lockpick
Apprentice Archery

Equipment
set of steel armor minus helmet, one dwarven dagger, one steel sword, an iron sword heavily polished and unused, ten lesser mana potions, two lesser health potions.

Darkness in the City of Lights.

I still don't like the shoes on it. Just.... I don't know...
Anyways you can make your character have more powers then that if you want.

The Serpent General and the male

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The Serpent General and the male

Saren walked slowly into through ther Vercio's city gates, his mask tucked safely into his inside coat pocket. His hair flowing behind him as he walked into the castle. making a stop to speak with the seller of land. wanting to ask about purchasing a small plote land. His hope was to own a small farm that he could tend, hopping to regain some of his lost humanity. Though due to the fact he was wanted by crown for his atrocities, he was sought upon quickly by the city guards. He cursed as hed forgotten that oh so important factoid, as he'd traveled so far around he'd forgotten he'd killed a friend of the kings. It had been an accident of course. He had gotten in his way when he was dealing with some woman that had been trying to kill him. Saren sighed as he put his hand into his pocket, then turned away from the guard that attacked.
"Oh that was such a very bad move on your part. Because now your first," Saren said putting his mask on.
A black ooze with a metallic sheen, shot out of the mask covering him quickly; taking form as black armor. With a roar he slammed a fist into the guard caving his chest in, and he blasted fire through their torso launching their carcass out the the door.
"Who's next," he said his voice echoing.
The guards swarmed Saren, and he began to fight them off one after the other.

The Serpent General and the male

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