Post by Lucien Lachance on Nov 22, 2008 0:50:59 GMT -5
Name: Night
Age: 19 soon 20
Race: Dnumer/DarkElf
BirthSign: The Ritual
Hair: Black, shoulder length.
Eyes: Red
Guild/Faction : None yet
Appearance: Tall thin but not gaunt, a little feminine possibly, dark blue-ish skin tone,
Clothes: A faded dark brown coat type with a hood, over a light leathery armor, black pants, a few belts round his waist where his blade hangs, and boots. Or sometimes just a dark robe of almost any color, green mostly.
Personality: He’s quite, and unlike most Dunmer, he’d rather just leave things be then argue, he’s not completely antisocial, but only really cares to talk after knowing someone for a wile.
Likes: personal space, quite, people watching sometimes,
Dislikes: Unfair fights, Necromancers, skooma, drunks (drinking is fine to him, just not drunks)
Favorite Food: bread, muffins, fruit.
Weapon: Often carries a short/medium sword, strapped to his belt.
Powers: As most Dunmer, he is well with destructive magic, fire most commonly used, but he don’t use magic that often. He also being born under the Ritual can heal himself. Or turn undead, but has never tried.
Friends: None yet
Girl/Boy Friend: None yet
Family: Mother, Father, and Sister- all deceased.
Lives: he travels around but ‘Home’ is in Skingrad.
History/More Info:
Growing up in Morrowind until the age of 10 or so, he lived a pretty normal life, until strangely his Mother and Father became obsessed with ‘eternal life’ after a stranger visited.
They all moved to Cyrodiil, soon after, and became part of a ‘group’ studying the dark arts of necromancy, and Deadric worship. Being so young, and young he had no idea what was going on, he was dragged along, into this group mother and father started acting weirder and weirder. Until mother died but as much as he cried and wept he never found out why. After that Father got even stranger, eventually sister became enslaved, after realizing what this ‘family’ was doing, she was killed sacrificed…..
But late for him to be ‘traumatized’ for life, later being the only thing he cared about was ‘personal space’.
At the age of 12, he finely met another kid a High Elf, like himself had been brought here to be razed in the ‘arts’ also like himself was born under the Ritual, making the other elders of the group look forwards to there ‘talents’ in turning the undead, this also scared him.
Together he and his new friend finely escaped and ran away, as the necromancer’s hide out was wiped out by mages and guards, sadly during all the chaos, his father escaped, and caught his friend.
Alone now, he left to Skingrad, where he was treated kindly by the count, who met him in the city. But as kind as the Count or his people were the boy still didn’t like being crowded nor alone.
Now days he wonders about the Cyrodiil hoping to find news of his old friend, or maybe find his father. Though undecided what he would do IF he found the man. So he still roams a little calmer about being around people just not to close, and still refused to use any magic to ‘turn the dead’ Also shown little love from the Mages Guild, he just roams around claiming to have nothing better to do. Every rare now and then collects, things from ruins to sell to anyone willing to pay.
Image/Picture: (check my siggy)
Age: 19 soon 20
Race: Dnumer/DarkElf
BirthSign: The Ritual
Hair: Black, shoulder length.
Eyes: Red
Guild/Faction : None yet
Appearance: Tall thin but not gaunt, a little feminine possibly, dark blue-ish skin tone,
Clothes: A faded dark brown coat type with a hood, over a light leathery armor, black pants, a few belts round his waist where his blade hangs, and boots. Or sometimes just a dark robe of almost any color, green mostly.
Personality: He’s quite, and unlike most Dunmer, he’d rather just leave things be then argue, he’s not completely antisocial, but only really cares to talk after knowing someone for a wile.
Likes: personal space, quite, people watching sometimes,
Dislikes: Unfair fights, Necromancers, skooma, drunks (drinking is fine to him, just not drunks)
Favorite Food: bread, muffins, fruit.
Weapon: Often carries a short/medium sword, strapped to his belt.
Powers: As most Dunmer, he is well with destructive magic, fire most commonly used, but he don’t use magic that often. He also being born under the Ritual can heal himself. Or turn undead, but has never tried.
Friends: None yet
Girl/Boy Friend: None yet
Family: Mother, Father, and Sister- all deceased.
Lives: he travels around but ‘Home’ is in Skingrad.
History/More Info:
Growing up in Morrowind until the age of 10 or so, he lived a pretty normal life, until strangely his Mother and Father became obsessed with ‘eternal life’ after a stranger visited.
They all moved to Cyrodiil, soon after, and became part of a ‘group’ studying the dark arts of necromancy, and Deadric worship. Being so young, and young he had no idea what was going on, he was dragged along, into this group mother and father started acting weirder and weirder. Until mother died but as much as he cried and wept he never found out why. After that Father got even stranger, eventually sister became enslaved, after realizing what this ‘family’ was doing, she was killed sacrificed…..
But late for him to be ‘traumatized’ for life, later being the only thing he cared about was ‘personal space’.
At the age of 12, he finely met another kid a High Elf, like himself had been brought here to be razed in the ‘arts’ also like himself was born under the Ritual, making the other elders of the group look forwards to there ‘talents’ in turning the undead, this also scared him.
Together he and his new friend finely escaped and ran away, as the necromancer’s hide out was wiped out by mages and guards, sadly during all the chaos, his father escaped, and caught his friend.
Alone now, he left to Skingrad, where he was treated kindly by the count, who met him in the city. But as kind as the Count or his people were the boy still didn’t like being crowded nor alone.
Now days he wonders about the Cyrodiil hoping to find news of his old friend, or maybe find his father. Though undecided what he would do IF he found the man. So he still roams a little calmer about being around people just not to close, and still refused to use any magic to ‘turn the dead’ Also shown little love from the Mages Guild, he just roams around claiming to have nothing better to do. Every rare now and then collects, things from ruins to sell to anyone willing to pay.
Image/Picture: (check my siggy)