Name: Lorgar Grim-maw (Also Known as the “Darkened Archer” or “The Grimm Archer” among the stormcloak army )

Gender: Male

Age: 55 (Looks like he’s in his late 30’s or early 40’s)

Race: Nord (Skaal) (Is also described to have “un-human” strength and speed, also he has advanced regeneration and very accurate eye sight)

Faction: Imperial Legion (Sixth Legion, V Cohort)

Rank: Prefect

Sub Rank: Specialist

Appearance: Tall, Medium Build (Grew thinner when he was in Falkreath by himself) , very pale skin , dark brown hair, finely trimmed dark-brown beard, right face heavily scarred, eye patch covers right eye. He has distinctive “fang-like” teeth.

Equipment (Weapons, armor, etc) : Wears a custom made long-coat made from high quality fabric, along with a pitch-black cloak and hood, that bears a symbol of a purple wolf with broken fangs. He wears dark-leather gloves and leather boots. Whenever he puts up his hood, an unnatural darkness cloaks his face. He bears a large ebony great bow, along with custom-made ebony tipped arrows. He also carries two large ebony knives that he keeps strapped to his legs. Always carries two vials of sand-scorpion venom with him (Imported from Hammerfell). Wears a unique silver ring, that has a wolf carved on it with two amethyst eyes.

Personality: Lorgar is an enigma among the imperial legion. Ever since he returned from Falkreath several months ago, he’s been quite different. He rarely, if ever, speaks. And when he does, it’s in a cold and dark tone, a far cry from the cheerful and talkative officer that was deployed to Skyrim in the first place. He’s also gotten more and more vicious and pragmatic, willingly to use any method able to complete the mission. He has no more qualms with hurting civilians or expending soldiers. When he speaks to nobles and politicians, while remaining courtesy, always uses a voice dripping with absolute venom.

Background/History: Lorgar’s months spent in Falkreath alone, facing against the entire stormcloak force, are virtually unknown to everyone, except Lorgar and General Marius, whom he confided in. After returning to Cyrdoli, Lorgar was court marshalled by High General Titus for “cowardice” and the destruction of his cohort. After a few weeks of debate, Lorgar was found guilty of all charges. He was publicly stripped of his rank of Legate, and the IX Cohort was officially disbanded and left in dishonour. He was given the rank of Prefect and specialist, and then re-assigned to the V Cohort of the Sixth Legion, under General Marius’s command. As afforded by his rank of specialist, he usually operates alone for weeks or even months at a time, doing operations that require stealth, such as scouting enemy territory or assassination. His most notable operations were the uncovering and complete destruction of a stormcloak sympathetic cell in Bruma, and the assassination of a bandit chief, under orders from High-King Ulfric to cause as much chaos as possible in Cydodili. When the legion finally reached the mountain line separating Cyrdoili from Skyrim, Lorgar was deployed as a messenger to King Ulfric, in an attempt to give him one last chance to surrender Skyrim back to the empire.

Motives: Virtually unknown to everyone.

Skills: Archery: Is un-matched with the great-bow, able to snipe a target from 200 yards. Likes to coat his ebony tipped arrows in scorpion poison.

One-handed: Is deadly with his two ebony knives.

Sneak: Can remain completely un-detected in darkness, while able to move around un-noticed in the day light.

Light Armour: Utilizes a custom-made long coat made from high quality fabric, and dark leather under-guard

Miscellaneous: Doesn’t really spend anytime off, and is considered a work-alcoholic by his comrades. Rarely smile’s, and when does, it’s always in a mocking style. Enjoys reading a good deal, while only a rumour, a legionary claimed to see him reading an “romantic” novel labelled “The general and her maid”, (YURI YURI YURI) when questioned by a few soldiers, he claimed it to be “none of there business to what he reads, and hypothetical if he was reading a novel like that, he would be reading it for the story, not for any other reasons”. An attempt to sneak into his tent to confirm this ended with a broken leg and arm. Doesn’t enjoy ale, and when he drinks alcoholic beverages (Which is rare) he drinks mead and wine.

Name: Baldur Red-Snow
Gender: Male
Age: 38
Race: Nord
Faction: Stormcloaks and Necro Nords or "Grim Ones".
Rank: General

Appearance: Brown long hair, green eyes, no scars. Blue war paint on right cheek. It's a swirl like in the game. New scar from a dual with one of the wolf men of the imperial army. Beard now trimmed. 6 feet three inches tall, good muscle build. Basically my avatar picture except with brown hair.

Nordic carved armor, two nordic carved axes enchanted with lightning and a nordic carved shield on Baldur's back. Black cape attached under his shoulder pauldrons. Silver lined bear head, looks like the Windhelm bear symbol. Enchanted with fire resistance. Wears bear helmet in battle.

Personality: Calm and cool headed. Often likes to joke and taunt. Sometimes he will make up songs either before battle to get his men excited, or at inns or while relaxing. Sometimes he'll make fun of the origin of his enemies in dialogue. This is because his mother was a Dibella Priestess and he is self conscious about his own origins. Some of his jokes tend to be of a racist nature. He is not a racist, but he is distrusting of elves, xenophobic if you will, and is considered by them to be offensive. He hates the Legion deeply, but does not let it show, usually laughing instead of displaying his anger when they are involved.

Background/History: His father Ulrin Red-Snow was a Legionnaire, his mother Ysana Home-Wrecker is a Dibella priestess…yea. And pa was her....student, so to speak in one of their lessons. Ysana did not want to leave for the life of a wife, so we left her and moved to Bruma. His father stayed in the Legion, and he joined the Stormcloaks, feeling betrayed by the Legion, and not understanding his father’s explanation of why he stays loyal, especially since his father taught him about Talos and said he would rather die than forsake Talos. His father says loyalty to the Legion is loyalty to Talos. He made the mistake of letting this be known, so he didn’t get the chance to fight often with the Stormcloaks. Not until he proved himself by agreeing to infiltrate an Imperial fort and kill their Captain. Little did he know the Captain was his father. His Stormcloak Captain knew.

He dressed up as a legion recruit and said he had urgent news for the Captain of the fort. His father, wearing his full legion heavy armor with his helmet spotted him immediately and signaled with his hands to come in the fort, not wanting to give away who he was with his voice. When they were alone in the fort tower, his father removed his helmet and let him know who he was, and Baldur, while taken aback did not hesitate to strike at him. Most of his attacks were brushed off easily, his father's armor being made of Skyforge steel, as was his axe and shield. Baldur was using standard recruit gear, and the sword was one recovered from a skirmish his squad was in, and was battle damaged. His father taunted him during the fight, calling him names, making jokes, trying to get him angry and screw up. The last thing his father said to him was it was fitting that he be a traitor since he was the son of a [censored].

That angered Baldur and almost led to his downfall. His father sidestepped his charge and in one movement swiped at his son's back. Baldur pivoted to block the blow, and the skyforge axe shattered his battle damaged sword, and sliced across his sword arm. Baldur, desperate and angered by the fresh wound and the sting of blood in his eye that splattered in his face from it tackled him and beat him to death with the pommel of the sword. He dressed up in his father's outfit, took his axe and shield, and used a rope and a great sword his father had in his office to scale down the fort walls from his father's window, by sticking the sword through his desk, and using the desk as an anchor for the base of the rope, and tying the rope to the sword's hilt.. There were many Imperial patrols nearby, so the outfit came in handy.

He was made Captain for assisting Ulfric in his escape at Helgen. He was about to be roasted alive by Alduin while being attacked by legionaries and he pushed Ulfric out the way and used two dead legion soldiers for cover. Ulfric had to pull their seared flesh off of him to get him free. For this reason, his nickname is “The Unkindled”. His weapon of choice is his family skyforge steel war axe and a skyforge steel shield of fire resistance. They are the weapons that he took from his father. Ulfric had his court wizard enchant the shield as a reward. His combat prowess was decent, but he did not feel it was significant enough to be captain. He is brave and loyal to the cause, and beat his own father in combat. Ulfric thinks this is good enough. Baldur will have a lot to live up to, as people expect him to be as good a leader and fighter as his father. Baldur never expected the position of leader to be thrust upon him so soon, but it has, and he will lead to the best of his ability, mirroring his father's teachings, whether his ghost likes it or not. He looks forward to killing more Imperial Legionnaries.

Updated History:

Baldur was promoted to General by Ulfric Stormcloak for his success in Falkreath. He was given the same authority as Galmar, and is personally responsible for the actions of the Necro Nords. He changed his appearance slightly after his promotion, changing his war paint to a blue swirl on his right cheek, and trimming his beard down. Baldur now allowed the Dunmer people to join if they proved to have the skill. This was how he chose to honor Reval. Some people suggested that they change the name since it was no longer all Nord, but they couldn't think of a better name, so it stayed. Sometimes Baldur would refer to his new Dunmer soldiers as "Draugr Dunmer". Because of this, when people spoke of the force as a whole, they would refer to them as the "Grim Ones" which became their unofficial title. He was donned with a black cape with the Windhelm bear symbol on it in silver. It was attached under his shoulder pauldrons. His cape was enchanted with fire resistance, and his two axes were enchanted with lightning damage.

Baldur had encountered Lorgar, occasionally playing games of cat and mouse in the woods. He had grown to be a troublesome figure, often sniping stormcloak men, ambushing supply lines, and even sniping at Baldur a few times. Some of the greener members of the Stormcloaks started calling him the Darkened Archer out of fear, and the name stuck ever since. Baldur tried taunting the man by pretending to be alone, and bringing up his men who were killed, but Lorgar showed that he learned from his mistakes, and he was not able to lure him in a trap. Baldur never got a chance to speak to him in person, only catching glimpses of him from time to time. The attacks eventually ceased, and Baldur was then sent to Whiterun to investigate the rumors of Tullius and Balgruuf organizing attacks on the men there. Baldur could not find anything behind the random attacks however, which seemed to be mainly random bandit and mercenary attacks, but after he and his "Grim Ones" killed enough of them, the attacks eventually halted. He trained with the Companions during that time after persuading them with much coin since they normally did not assist non Companion members. During that time, he became a lot better with his axes and became much more nimble in his heavy armor.

Miscellaneous: He never did get involved with tavern wenches like he originally planned partly due to his new rank, and partly due to Rebec, who he got to know better during their trip to Solitude. He started realizing he was getting to old to be sleeping around without developing feelings, and he began to develop some for Rebec, although he never told her about them, as she was a free spirit.

Motives: Deeply loyal to the Stormcloaks, Nord and Dunmer alike. Still hates the legion for the Talos ban and for trying to take his land's new freedom, as well as for causing him to kill his father. No longer distrusting of Dunmer at all due to Reval's death.

Skills: Block, One handed, light armor, heavy armor, and two handed. Primarily uses one handed, but he was trained in two handed combat.

Name: Velan Quintus
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Height: 6 ft. 4 in.
Weight: 215 lbs.
Race: Imperial
Faction: Legion
Rank: Quaestor
Appearance: Velan is a very large, muscular guy. He can look intimidating to say the least. He has short dark hair, which is kept well. He has a few small scars littered across his body, including one on his left cheek.
Equipment:
Standard Imperial Sword & Shield
Standard Imperial Armor (Heavy)
A healing potion
Personality: Velan is a friendly guy who loves to converse with his fellow soldier. In battle, he is a fierce fighter who will gladly die for his fellow Legionnaire. He is of average intelligence. He understands strategies, but isn’t likely to come up with one on his own, other than kill everything that is attacking. He works extremely well in a group, and is good at keeping morale up. As for morals, you could say his are a little above average. He himself wouldn’t use torture or other ruthless tactics, but he understands that his superiors may, and he doesn’t complain.
Motives: His father was a soldier in the Legion. His father’s father was in the Legion. So he joined the Legion. He has been raised seeing the love his father had for the legion, and now he too understands the love. He fights for the Empire, and all of its citizens.
Thoughts on the Thalmor: He doesn’t really care for them. He is a soldier of the Imperial Legion, and nothing more. He doesn’t like to be ordered around by anyone except other, higher ranking, members of the Legion. He won’t openly defy a Thalmor though, unless his superiors told him to of course.
Skills: One Handed, Blocking, Hand to Hand, Heavy Armor, and is a decent smith. Well, decent enough to sharpen his sword and repair his armor anyways.
Background: Velan has been groomed for the Legion his whole life. He was born an only child to two good parents. His father has been heavily training him for the Legion since he was about 7 years old. At about 15, he was already bigger than his father. He was a lot stronger too.
At about 20 years old, Velan joined the Legion. He was noted for being an excellent soldier, and within months, was promoted. He was promoted up to Quaestor. However, after he had performed excellent at that rank, he was offered a promotion. He promptly turned them down, saying he would never leave his brothers on the front line. He also said that he wasn’t good at leading people anyways.
So for the past 14 years, he has been a stellar soldier on the front lines in many battles for the Imperial Legion, and is well respected for it. And Velan wouldn’t have it any other way.

Name: Eduard Laenius
Gender: Male
Age: 30
Height: 5 ft. 10 in.
Weight: 190 lbs.
Race: Imperial
Faction: Legion
Rank: Specialist
Appearance: Appears very lean, and very fit. He has a couple scars on his back, but he wouldn’t tell you why. He has medium length, dark hair. It comes down just above his eyes in the front. He is very fast on his feet.
Equipment (Weapons, armor, etc) : This is completely dependent on the mission. This is all the equipment he owns though:
2 Orcish Daggers. One has a paralyze enchantment, the other is unenchanted.
An Elven Bow with a Paralyze Enchantment
A standard Imperial Sword
Standard set of Imperial Armor (Light Armor to be specific)
Custom set of Hooded Leather Armor (It is a very dark blue, almost black)
A couple of already prepared poisons, and a few ingredients to create more.
Personality: On the outside, he appears to be very charming and sociable. He is not shy about sharing his opinion or his emotions, for the most part. On the inside, he is machine-like. What I mean by this is that he is perpetually thinking. He will go over his own strategy numerous times before it is finalized, and he is very critical of himself. He loathes making mistakes, and sometimes doesn’t deal with it well. That is why he prefers to works alone, or at the least with a small group. So he can basically only blame himself. On the topic of morals, you would say his are pretty low. He has no problem with torture, assassination, framing others, or other ruthless behaviors. However, this is only if he sees it absolutely necessary. As for how selfish he is, he is about in the middle. He likes to think of himself first, but if it comes down to it, he may lay down his life for the Legion.
Motives: His original motives for joining the Legion was to get gold and women. He was under the impression that’s why everyone joins. After joining, he found new motivation. He began to love the Legion. As of now, he is in the Legion to protect himself and others, by any means necessary. However, that doesn’t mean a good amount of gold or a pretty lady won’t motivate him. A deeper motivation that he would never admit to himself is that he hopes to use the gold he makes to give his sister a great life.
Thoughts on the Thalmor: Eduard envies the Thalmor for the most part. He sees there methods as brilliant, and there tactics interesting. However, he doesn’t care for their goals. He also isn’t one to take many orders from them. He is a member of the Legion first, the Empire second.
Skills: Archery, One-Handed, Sneak, Speech, Lockpicking, Pickpocket, Light Armor, and a little bit of Alchemy (only has knowledge of poisons though).
Background: He was born into an alright home. He has a younger sister, who is about 8 years younger than him. He cares for her more than he does himself. His father, a hunter, raised him to be an excellent archer. He surpassed his dad in skill by the age of 15. His mother was very smart, and he often studied history and other subjects with her. His favorite subjects have always been war and the strategies used in them. He is very well read as a result.
He led a pretty normal life until he was 20 years of age. One day, he came to find out that his father had been killed by a bear during a hunting trip. Then about six months later, his mother was killed by a passing bandit while he was out on a hunting trip, trying to take the place of his father. After that, it was just him and his sister. After performing odd jobs, some of them legal, some of them not so, he managed to get himself a home and someone to care for his sister while he was away. He did this for about 5 years.
At 25, Eduard joined the Imperial Legion so that he would have a steady source of income. He is noted to have the following traits by the Legion: an extraordinary shot, very stealthy, and intelligent. Another thing that was once noted about him is that while he loves to be with groups, he usually performs better alone, or in a small group.

Name: Titus Al-Nazzir

Gender: Male

Age: 24

Race: Redguard

Faction: Legion

Rank: Tribune

Appearance: 6' 1", 190 lbs, youngish face. trimmed hair.

Equipment (Weapons, armor, etc) : Legion heavy armor, scimitar (inherited from his father) health and stamina absorb enchantments, Long Bow

Backstory/History: His maternal grandfather was the Imperial General Titus Philippi, a major force in the great war against the Aldmeri Dominion. He was among the imperial forces in Hammerfell until the secession. Titus' family moved from Hammerfell after they seceded from the empire, as a result he was born and raised in Cyrodiil. On both sides of his family he comes from a long line of Legionnaires. His father was a Legate and his Mother is/was a healer for the Legion army.

Titus was trained in swordmanship by his father since he was a child, becoming fairly adept in skill prior to his enlistment at the age of 17 and effectively mastering one-handed weapons by age 21. He was also trained in the restorative arts briefly by his mother; he lacked the patience for some of the more powerful spells but he's capable of healing himself, others, and producing wards. He was able to ascend to the Tribune rank through his family's wealth and education rather than his actual combat experience. Despite the appearance of nepotism, he has proven capable in combat by leading the defenses around the Imperial City.

Personality: Somewhat pretentious, thinks that his family's connections to the legion warrents him some special treatment. Extremely loyal to the legion and his fellow legionnaires; he is actually more loyal to the legion than he is to the Empire itself. He is critical of the white gold concordat and is an enemy of the Thalmor.

Motives: To become a general like his grandfather (an Imperial) before him.

Skills: One handed, Heavy armor, Archery, and some minor restoration skills.

Backstory leading up to war in Skyrim:

He was actually prepared to deploy to Skyrim during the civil war, but after the death of the Emperor Titus Mede he was stationed in the imperial city to provide defense for the New Emperor Amanund Morteierre. Al-Nazzir leads a squadron of specialized Legionnaires which he handpicked called the Cloaked Daggers. These legionnaires specialize in sneak, illusion, athletics and archery; reportedly consisting of former members of the Dark Brotherhood. One on one, he can take these legionnaires on with his Mastery of One-handed weapons and imposing size, but together they can turn on him easily. What’s worse, their services also don’t come cheap. While he organized this squadron he could only afford to bring eight soldiers along with him to Skyrim, less than 10% of everyone he hired. In order to not go completely bankrupt he’s hoping that his success in Skyrim will reimburse him for his efforts, and of course elevate him to Legate rank. The squadron hopes he will be reimbursed also, or else they might have to consider “job hunting”.

With the fall of the IX legion, he was among the Legionnaires sent to reinforce the presence of Legionnaires in Skyrim.

I plan on role playing for the cloaked dagger characters as well, but their allegiance to Al-Nazzir isn’t really strong. If someone decides to motivate them to change sides go ahead and take control of them.

Name: Samuel
Race: Male Imperial, Colovian
Appearance: Tall, dark brown hair, pale skin
Trade: Very wealthy trader from Cyrodiil, have less public ties to the East Empire Company among others.
Product: Information
Skills: Trained in light armor usage and with a sword and shield, but his primary ability is his business sense.
Always travels with a few mercenaries: A Nord warrior(nordic steel equipment, heavy armor and a warhammer), an Orc warrior(orcish battleaxe and armor) and a Breton mage(robed)
Personality: Tries to stay as neutral as possible in business, with few loyalties. Arrogant. Vague description, but I prefer show to tell.
Belongings: An ebony sword, this armor without the helmet. A ring that slowly heals him(not something that will have any particular effect in combat, but if you leave him to die he might just get back up later).

Name: Alef(not her real name)
Race: Female Dunmer
Appearance: 5,6", black hair, slight build. Often wearing a frown.
Skills: Trained in some basic stealth and archery, but, like Samuel, her best ability is trading and speech.
She is a bit blunt at times, but tries to not offend anyone, considering her risky line of work. Always accompanied by mercenaries to further her safety.

Name: Lord Osgumund Kitaneth of Alinor

Gender: Male

Age: 231

Race: High Elf

Faction: Thalmor/Imperial Inquisition

Rank: Officially: Colonel-Inquisitor

Appearance: [img]http://images2.wikia...f/Ondolemar.png[/img] Yes, I know this is Ondolemar, but they look pretty much the same, because they are cousins. Although, Osgumund doesn't have a white beard because Ondolemar is about 30 years older than him. Also, Osgumund is a few inches taller than Ondolemar (Osgumund is 6"5')

Equipment (Weapons, armor, etc): Conjure Dremora, Conjure Flame Thrall/Atronach, all fire destruction spells. Also, as high as fast close wounds, and he occasionally uses Fury and Calm.

Personality: Nationalism for the Dominion runs like fire through his blood, and he will stand up for his beliefs and his country at any cost. He likes spending time discussing politics with fellow Altmer, but if he has to, he will talk about it with Imperials. Also, he is EXTREMELY religious. He is very respectful to his betters, and knows his place.

Loves to read and write and take long walks. Very adventurous and very intelligent.

Background/History: Born in 3E 403, he was the 8th and youngest child of Lord and Lady Kitaneth of Alinor (the city). He had a wonderful childhood full of opportunities for education, and studied the schools of conjuration and destruction. However, his parents were extremely busy with helping establish their new fledgling nation, and he was merely a lowly Thalmor Mage. He has always had a great relationship with his cousin, Ondolemar, until Ondolemar's death in 4E 202. Osgumund has vowed to avenge his closest relative's death and to kill as many Stormcloaks as posible.
During the Great Anguish, he enlisted in the ranks of the Thalmor, and fought the invading Daedric Hordes. He helped with the defense of the Crystal Tower, and almost lost his life for his country on that day, if it were not for the wisdom of his great teacher, Esgaron the Wise, who taught him almost everything he knows about Conjuration. His life was spared that day. He continued his learning at 7 of Alinor's (the country) best universities. After serving the Thalmor faithfully for 181 years, he was sent to Skyrim as a high-ranking member of the Imperial Inquisition. He works closely with his closest friend, Lieutenant-Colonel Justiciar Valandil Ramani. He has also been working with Ambassador Elenwen and High-Inquisitor Indoril on a very high profile and top secret project.
He was stationed in the quiet town of Morthal when the civil war ended, and when Morthal was captured, he and his group of about 8 people disappeared and moved into a cave outside of town. They are currently (as in, before part 2 starts) planning a daring escape into Falkreath Hold to wait for the legion of Imperial reinforcements of which Osgumund has been attached to.

His title explained: You may be thinking, "I thought he was the youngest of 8, how could he possibly have achieved the title of Lord?" Well my answer to you is this: when he moved up the ranks in the Thalmor Party to Inquisitor, he was granted the title of nobility, and was given a sizable plot of land outside of the city of Alinor, near his parents' estate. Due to the fact that he has been busy in Skyrim for the last 21 years, he has not found the time to build his estate yet, but in five years, when he is permitted by the High-Inquisitor to return home, he will begin building. Until then, the property is not legal for anyone to build any structure of any kind on the property without Lord Kitaneth's consent.

His Group: People under his command consist of 8 people in all, they are: 3 Thalmor Guardians (people who are sent with high ranking Thalmor officials, kind of like bodyguards) 3 Thalmor Archers (who do exactly what their name implies, but if ordered to, they can switch close range melee combat) 2 Thalmor Scouts (they scout for places to set up camp, nearby Stormcloak camps or patrols to be aware of, finding food for the group when it is on the road, etc.). Along with his group, his close friend and long time colleague, Lord Valandil Ramani, who has a group of 7 people under his command, including: 3 Thalmor Guardians, 3 Thalmor Scouts, and 2 Thalmor Archers. Lord Ramani's group is not technically subject to Lord Kitaneth's orders, but they are so casual that no one really cares.

Motives: He is a fierce nationalist and is sent to Skyrim to watch the Imperials and the Nords.

Skills: Illusion, Conjuration, Destruction, Restoration

Name: Lord Valindil Ramani of Sunhold

Gender: Male

Age: 230

Race: High-Elf

Faction: Imperal Inqusiton

Rank: Lieutenant-Colonel Justiciar

Appearance: http://i.imgur.com/a6krTiB.jpg?1

Equipment (Weapons, armor, etc): Full Thalmor uniform

Weapons: Elven dagger

Spells: all storm spells except lightning storm, conjure storm atronach. (If you want to see a whole list of his and Osgumund's spells, PM me)

Personality: very tolerant, bookworm, he's not as adventurous as his friend Osgumund, but he does love an adventure every once in a while.

Background/History: a year younger than Osgumund, they both met in 3E 418, when the two were both attending classes in Conjuration at the Crystal Tower.

Motives: sent by the Imperial Inquisition to aid Colonel-Inquisitor Osgumund in his work in Skyrim.

Skills: Destruction, Illusion, Restoration

Name: Gracchus Quintus Ceno
Gender: Male
Race: Imperial
Age: 51
Born: 4E 150
Height: 6'1"
Rank: Legate

Appearance: Gruff looking, with a salt and pepper colored goatee, short white and gray hair in a military style cut, piercing green eyes, medium muscularity, and several small scars on his face and hands.

Personality: A no nonsense soldier, who takes orders and follows them. Rule follower to the letter, he executes his orders with extreme precision. He despises failure and is an extreme perfectionist. He has his own ideas about how thing should be, but keeps these thoughts separated for his soldier thoughts. Extremely proud of his service, and is very patriotic.

Skills: Destruction, One-Handed, Heavy Armor

Armor/Clothes: Traditional set of heavy imperial armor, with a brown hood.

Weapons: Destruction spells, Steel War-Axe

Misc Items: His families ring, passed on from father to son; gold with an emerald set in the middle, the same color as his eyes.

History: Born to a pair of poor farmers near the Imperial City, he left to join the legion as soon as he turned 18. Before he left his father gave him the family ring, the only real thing of value ever owned by his family. He cherished it deeply, and continues to think of his family even after they passed away several years ago. Gracchus was always skilled in destruction magic, ever since he was little and learned his first spell from a book that fell off of a passing caravan cart, so he joined a Battlemage unit. Unfortunately for him, the Great War broke out soon after he joined, and was whisked away to fight the invading Aldmeri forces. He fought hard and brave in his unit, and by the time the Battle of Red Ring ended, he had established himself as a premier Battlemage. He continued to serve in the Legion for years, before being deployed to fight the Stormcloaks in Skyrim.

Name: Boldir Iron-Brow

Gender: Male

Age: 41

Race: Nord

Faction: Stormcloaks Neugrad Garrison

Rank: Captain

Appearance: Roughly 6'4, has shoulder length black hair and a thick mid-length beard. Has blue eyes and no war paint. Built well and very heavily muscled. He also has a scar along his left cheek, the result of an arrow barely missing him.

Equipment (Weapons, armor, etc) : Weilds a Carved-Nordic Battle Axe and carries a Carved-Nordic war axe and shield on his back for backup. Like all Necro-Nords, he wears full Carved Nordic armor with his own custom full-faced Quicksilver and Iron Helm. He wears a traditional Blue Stormcloak sash over his armor.

Personality: Boldir is a very reserved Nord. He rarely speaks to people who aren't his comrades. To most civilians, he appears to be somewhat scary. The truth is, that he has little in his life outside of his Stormcloak brethren, and so, the only times he is happy are the times he spends with them, even in battle. He's not really a source of jokes and merriment, but he can play the flute, and so he does occasionally play some tunes for his Stormcloak brothers and sisters, who, unlike most people, welcome him as a loved brother. Boldir isn't generally racist, and he looks at people based on their beliefs and affiliations rather than their race. He would trust a Stormcloak Elf over a neutral Nord any day. He has a secret fear of the undead, which he finds completly unnatural, but that doesn't stop him from fighting them if called to. He doesn't mind magic as long as it is only destruction, restoration, or alteration. He hates those who rely on undead or trickery to win battles. Since Falkreath, Boldir has become more of a leader than before. He is angry because of a love he couldn't experience, and is now somewhat depressed. He doesn't show it though. All he outwardly shows is an increasingly impressive ability to manage and lead, a quality he never knew he had until a recent series of promotions.

Background/History: Boldir's father, Ymir, was a Nord who served as a Captain in the Imperial Army. He never got to know his mother, Moira, as she disappeared when he was only two. He likes to believe that her reasons for leaving were justified. Anyway, he was born in Shor's Stone. His father raised him as a single parent until he was called to action to fight in the Great War. He never returned. Boldir's uncle, Filnjar raised him in his father's stead. Young Boldir knew very little of the events related to the Great War, and Filnjar did little to assist in this area. In fact, other than put a roof over his head, Filnjar did very little for Boldir (although watching Filnjar did teach Boldir how to smith). As years passed, Boldir's memory of his father grew faint. And eventually, all that he really rembered was his father's appearance, and his position in the Legion. There were no heirlooms to remember him by, and no known will was ever found. Filnjar legally owned most of their assets anyway.

When Boldir was 18, he joined the Legion. He wanted to believe it was so that he could be like his father, or so that he could help fight tyranny, but in truth, he was bored out of his mind in Shor's Stone. During training, he learned to fight with a sword and shield, but he rarely saw combat outside of occasionally being called upon from his garrison at Riften to fight bandits. He was only in the Legion for several months when a fellow Legionare spotted him openly praying to Talos and quickly stopped him. You see, Boldir had never actually learned of the terms of the White Gold Concordat, and his father had instilled in him the belief in Talos. When he learned of the Legion's cowardice, and the fact that his father had died for nothing, Boldir left the Legion and headed north, to Eastmarch, where he had heard the Legion weren't as popular. There he joined a political faction of like-minded individuals known as the Stormcloaks. Ulfric, their (recently freed) leader, was accepting of the open worship of Talos, and also felt that accepting the Concordat's terms was a cowardly and even blasphemous thing to do. Boldir never spoke to Ulfric directly, but he took in everything that he said in his speeches.

During his time among the Stormcloaks, he made quite a few friends. One, a Nord named Beirlan would end up becoming his best friend. Beirlan fought with a battle axe, "the choice weapon of Ysgramor" he'd call it. The two would remain close as kin. It was Beirlan who taught Boldir how to play the flute. Life in the Stormcloaks was good for Boldir. He had friends and he had a cause. Eventually, conflicts would emerge between the Stormcloaks and Imperials. He and Beirlan were both part of a company of 20. That company was sent to the Eastmarch/Whiterun border to ambush an Imperial caravan. It was found camped out around a broken carriage and so the mission was accomplished easily enough with only two soldiers wounded. The Captain had only just opened his mouth to say that it was too easy when a volley of arrows came from a nearby ledge, killing 11 Stormcloaks, including Beirlan as well as the Captain. Boldir was fortunate enough to be missed. A robed High Elf and six armored archers emerged. Before any of the Cloaks could move, 6 more were shot, including the wounded. Boldir and the remaining 2 charged the Elves, the leader just smiled and used a recall spell, vanishing on the spot. The remaining 6 barely had time to move before the Cloaks were on them. None were spared. This was Boldir's first encounter with the Thalmor. Boldir took up Beirlan's fighting-style, in memory of his fallen friend. He found it better suited to him anyway, and his skill with a battle axe progressed quickly.

When Ulfric was captured, and the executions in Helgen commenced, Boldir was there beside them. By this point, he hated the Legion almost as much as the Thalmor, and he was honored to die alongside Ulfric. When Alduin intervened, Boldir was the first to break loose, and quickly unbound Ulfric along with two other prisoners before a meteor knocked him to the ground. When he got up, he saw his kinsmen slam the door to a tower shut. He ran for the nearest Imperial corpse and took his sword. In the confusion, he managed to reach the main gate, which was locked, but that wasn't his issue. He was looking for Ulfric. As he searched desperately, the Dragon continued to wreck havoc on soldiers from both sides. It took the Dragon send a ball of flame straight for Ulfric for Boldir to spot him. Fortunately, a fellow Cloak pushed Ulfric out of the way and used dead Legionairs as shields from the flames. Ulfric blasted open the main gate and along with the few remaining Stormcloaks. A band of 4 Imperial archers pursued. Boldir quickly set upon them, killing two immediately befor a third just missed a killing shot by sending an arrow just past his cheek, brushing it and cutting him open (this would lead to him forging a full-face helmet in the future). Boldir killed the remaining two and quickly followed the remaining Stormcloaks.

During the war, Boldir would participate in the Battles of Whiterun, Markarth, and Solitude. It was during the battle of Whiterun that he got the name Iron-Brow; by headbutting an Imperial Commander so hard that he fell on his own sword, dying instantly. He would also travel to Korvanjuund, where he had the third-highest undead kill count, after Galmar, and someone Galmar called Unblooded. During several conflicts, he would be assigned to follow Captain Baldur Red-Snow, whom he recognized as the hero in Helgen. Serving under Baldur lead him to respect the man deeply, and he would gladly lay down his life not only for his cause, but for the Captain himself, who he sees as a good friend and counselor.

Since the recent events in Falkreath, Boldir has met a woman in Whiterun who he thought he could settle down with some day. When she turned him down, he took it hard. Boldir never showed it though. Since then, he's been promoted to Captain. Over the months, he's traveled all over Skyrim to gather the forces to garrison Orphan Rock in preparation for the upcoming Legion invasion. He's overseen the rebuilding of Helgen and Skybound Watch. Neugrad's repairs were also completed under his supervision.

Motives: Boldir cares little for his own personal gain, but the idea of people not being allowed to worship the greatest of their gods angers him. In fact, lots of the things the Empire have done angers him. The fact that he grew up without his father thanks to his service (which Boldir sees as useless) motivated Boldir to hate the Legion even more. He also serves out of strict loyalty to Baldur, whom he sees as not only an ideal leader, but a brother.

Skills: Two-Handed, Block, Blacksmithing, One-Handed, Heavy Armor, Light Armor.

Part Two CS

Name: Rebec Red-Eye

Gender: Female

Age: 32

Race: Nord

Faction: Stormcloak

Rank: High Admiral

Appearance: Brown hair, medium height, warrior build, ruddy skin, blue eyes; visual reference http://i.telegraph.co.uk/multimedia/archive/01291/rebecca_hall_1291486i.jpg

Equipment: Worn leathers with corundum buckles and trim (similar to Thieves Guild armor), ebony dagger strapped to her thigh, ebony war axe with frost enchantment; a whalebone magic resist amulet inscribed with the Atmoran whale totem. In battle she wears a hooded chainmail tunic and Stormcloak surcoat, adds a Skyforge steel war axe, and carries a crossbow lashed to her back. She can also be seen wearing a seacloak of blue-grey, embroidered with Ulfric's bear insignia and trimmed in snowy-sabrecat fur.

Personality: mostly cheerful when not far from port, rough-shod, opportunistic, skeptical of authority

Background/History:
Named for the famed Boat-Thane of Ysgramor and recently appointed High Admiral of Skyrim’s royal navy, Rebec still feels she is living down early failures that doomed her first ship and disappointed her family, who have been sailors and independent traders as long as anyone can remember.

She’s not the brooding type, however, and her new career as fighting sailor is a perfect evolution of her experience, except for the fact that she thinks rules are made to be broken. The removal of Thane Erikur from Skyrim’s smuggling network has also left her fingers tingling. Right now, however, she’s fully devoted to reducing the Imperial Navy blockade ships to toothpicks. “Nobody comes to my puddle and tells me I can’t cross.”

Shortly before her appointment to admiral, her ship was destroyed. High King Ulfric has promised her a new one, but for the moment she is grounded and has been given Erikur’s house in Solitude as her base. Rebec is rarely there, but a few of her crew can usually be found with their feet up on the fancy furniture. Her brother, Vilnur Salt-Beard, came out of his retirement in Sentinel and joined his ship to the merchant auxiliaries of the royal navy. Along with him come a handful of redguard volunteers who've come to Skyrim in order to get the chance to kill Thalmor. One of these is Rebec’s young niece Suri, known by Nord family as Snake-Blade because of her fondness for poisons.

Rebec’s husband Toki has been missing for nearly three years. He works as a traveling tinker in Hjaalmarch and the Reach. It’s a dangerous job and she is beginning to suspect he is dead. It is something she’ll have to cope with later, however, if she survives this war.

Motives: money, drink, independence, loyalty to her crew, hatred of the blockade

Skills: one-handed, speech (barter), some archery (crossbow)