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The large fur cladded figure that seemed to tower over the rest of the group was rummaging through it's make shift bag, it looking like it was poorly stitched together from a elk's hide, for the third time since they exited the small village of Ivarstead. Tandagh was more than ready for the undoubtedly lengthy journey that would be climbing the infamous seven thousand steps of the massive throat of the world. But one of the first lessons that the Orc had learned when he entered this unnatural existence, that he had long since come use to, was to always be prepared for difficult situations. As he reexamined the three bottles swishing with a thick red liquid Tandagh reassured himself that he would be set for a few days if this trip took longer than expected.

Tandagh closed his bag as he heard the small Dunmer, who was the apparently the one who got the group all together in the first place, speak up from the front of the group. In all honestly the girl's words rang rather hollow for the Orc. Tandagh knew exactly why he had join the group, why he was risking exposing himself, why he was journeying to this old Nordic temple to learn this ancient magic. Not because of honor or for the greater good of others, but because of the rage and the craving of revenge towards those flying lizards he had burning inside of him. Tandagh pulled the bear skin that was wrapped around him a bit tighter as he let out a low grunt before he began to follow after the others up the mountain.

Marshall was board out his mind. "Who thought being a government mutant would be so boring." He said with a sigh as he walked over to the door of his cell. "Hey Jeeves I'm hungry!" He called out as he leaned against the door.

Name: Tandagh gro-Orsinium

Race: Orsimer, Vampire

Gender: Male

Age: 106

Appearance: Tandagh is a staggering 6'6 in height with a warriors body build. His skin is a pale green color and is racked with countless scars. His hair is long and matted dreads and are a near ebony black color. His eyes are a dark bronze color, they seem to glow in the dark.

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Personality: Tandagh is a gruff mer, wanting to get to the point of things as quickly as possible, and hates the very idea of putting off a task that could be done now. He would never speak if he didn't have to, leading to long journeys with him to be in utter silence, but when he does he always seems to be annoyed and rather blunt, simply not carrying of anyone's feelings. As you'd expect from a Orc, Tandagh has a short fuse and once it is lit the explosion tends to lead to bloody walls and broken bones. Unlike most of his kind Tandagh doesn't boast of his abilities, in fact he has quite the disdain for people who do. He would rather prove his power through action than talk about it. He finds fights to be more relaxing than actually trying to relax, making down time one of the most annoying concepts to him. He has two odd traits for an Orc, the first being his hatred for alcohol, seeing it as something that does nothing but dull one's skills. The second is his love for bards and their music, he has gone as far to learn how to play the lute though he'd sooner crack someone's skull than admit it.

Background: Tandagh was born into the province of Orsinium to two black smiths as parents. Like other Orsimers he was trained in the art of smithing by his mother, though he never found any real joy in the act. It wasn't until his thirteenth birthday and he got into his first fight, with another young Orc who made the mistake of insulting his mother, that he discovered his love of besting a foe. So he set forth, like many other Orcs, to becoming a incredible warrior. He spent years training with his One-armed skills, namely with axes, to the point he could best most. It wasn't until he was twenty-five that his true life would start, or rather unlife. A Bosmer bard by the name of Allaina had come to Orsinium on her way to to Skyrim. Tandagh had found himself falling for her and quickly made it a goal to go out of his way to impress her. The young Orc had achieved his quest in getting the wood elf's attention through a series of fights with other Orcs, offerings of jewelry he crafted at the forge, and his seeming undying interest in her music. The night he thought he would finally "bed" her she told him that she thought him to be interesting and placed the kiss on his neck that ended his life. Yes Allaina was indeed a vampire and Tandagh had seemed to impress her enough to turn him. After which the two left Orsinium and traveled all over Tamriel for decades, Allaina teaching Tandagh both how to play the lute and how to use illusion spells to bend the minds of others. It was when the dragon crises arose that problems started. Allaina was killed by a dragon, sending Tandagh into a boiling rage. He then set out to get revenge for his lover and creator by slaughtering as many dragons as he could.

Skills:
-Expert: One-Handed
-Adept: Light Armor
-Adept: Smithing
-Adept: Illusion
-Apprentice: Block

Equipment:
-A set of black fur armor
-Two Orcish axes.
-A bear hide he uses as a sleeping mat, though he uses it as a coat when it is to cold.
-Clothes he wears when not in armor. (see picture)
-A forge hammer
-A old lute that he keeps hidden away and lets no one touch

Boogie smirked as Toad answered his question with his usually amount of sarcastic charm "Oh still the ray of sun shine you always were huh Toad?" He said as he walked over to the two. He eyed the charms that were laid out by Rozalin, finally putting together what was going on in this little exchange. "Don't remember which one eh? Well it was the one with the broke window, horrible smell, crappy AC, and a few cockroaches. Oh wait that doesn't really narrow it down now does it?" He said with a chuckle before he put a hand in his pocket. "Oh yeah Toad before I forget." Boogie then pulled out a small plastic bag tied shut with a green ribbon and filled with what looked like little chocolate balls. "That order of chocolate coated flies TJ wanted came in today. Tell him he is only getting this bag for free this time, no ifs ands or frog butts." He said with a light smile as he tossed the bag to Toad. "And try not to eat all of them on the boy this time Toad."

Can I still join this? And would an another Vampire be alright?

Marshall had set up everything that was brought to him the night before. A bar that span the room for him to hang off of, his stack of books in the corner, and the T.V that was brought to him by his new favorite guard Jeeves. He was also brought a old harmonica that he had been keeping in his room and decided to see how well Jeeves like the blues. "Oh I use to be a geek. Now I'm just a freak. And I got the genetic spliced blues." He sang rather poorly and loudly while playing his harmonica.

Not at all! as long as you do the fishstick

I feel sorry for the person who's going to walk randomly into this sea of maddness

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