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: Dales Moitre

Race: Breton

Gender: Female

Rank: Imperial Princess, High Inquisitor

Age: 20 (Looks like she's 16 or 17 )

Physical appearance: Blue eyes, Blonde Hair, small build and small height.

Clothing: Almost always wears a frilly dress of various colors. During the night, or AHEM "Cuddle hour" as she calls it, she wears a purple or pink nightgown.

Equipment: Bear's a dark steel dagger.

Personality: Very outgoing and very sweet. She's the type of person who's laugh and smile could cheer up an infirmary. Despite her age, she has the personality of a child, constantly hugging and wanting to "cuddle up" with things. Doesn't care about social class, and usually socializes with servants and common soldiers , when pressed however, she can be hateful, wrathful, and cynical.

Powers and abilities: Skilled in Alteration, Destruction and illusion magics. Regularly, she's adept in these magics, as well as physically fit due to Witchie's augmentation. However, when manifesting her inner rage and hatred, her power is magnified by large Margin, gaining super human speed and strength, as well as her magical power being increased.

Background/History: Was born to the very rich Elder councilor, Amaund Moitre and his wife, Mithra Moitre. She grew up in the family mansion in anvil along with her two older brothers, Amaund and Brull. They would often bully her, often times physically, which her father encouraged saying it "showed her, her place", despite this, she grew into a cheerful, happy girl. She studied with the Synod for several years, and she became adept in the fields of Illusion and Allteration. She maintained a long-term "snuggle-buddy" relationship with her Maid, Elan, for eight years. During her years in the imperial palace, she would often cry herself to sleep in Elan's arms. When her father "requested" her to become the High inquistor, she didn't really care, all she did was sign documents and all that. With the Murder of Elan, she's grown to absolutely hate the dominion.

Name: Elen Damaund

Also known as: "Snuggle Buddy"

Rank: Royal Maid.

Age: 23

Physical appearance: Blue eyes, Brown hair, medium height, small build.

History and Background: Was born to a poor Bteton family in the Imperial City, became the personal maid to the royal princess Dale's Moitre at the age of 15. Despite there difference in caste, they became very good friends, and Charlie would be the one to comfort Dales after receiving a beating from her father, usually by cuddling up with her. When she went to study at Synod, Charlie went with her, and was used by Dales as, as she said, "A living cute cuddle teddy bear". She's also recently gone with her to Pale pass.

Personality: Sweet, happy, idealistic, and very loving

Theme Song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PrBoA1yltSA%5DLove

Appearance: I have long dark dirty blonde hair, blue eyes and blue war paint on right cheek. It's a swirl like in the game. I got a new scar from a dual with one of the wolf men of the imperial army in the last chapter. My beard is now trimmed. I'm 6 feet three inches tall, good muscle build. Basically I look like Colonel's avatar picture. https://plus.google.com/photos/110774846673430165356/albums/5788331408178267697

Equipment: I Nordic carved armor and use two nordic carved axes enchanted with lightning and a nordic carved shield on my back. I also wear a black cape attached over my shoulder pauldrons under the ring of fur on my neck. It has a silver lined bear head, looks like the Windhelm bear symbol. Enchanted with fire resistance. I wear a bear helmet in battle.

Personality: I am calm and cool headed in battle usually. I often like to joke and taunt. Sometimes I will make up songs either before battle to get my men excited, or at inns or while relaxing. Out of battle, I show anger in certain situations, mainly when people underestimate my intelligence. Otherwise, I keep my head. For a nord, I have good self control. Around my men I am boastful and show bravado. Around Rebec, I am more gentle. I tend to be stubborn.

Background/History (Details are relevant to Chapter 1. Certain things have now changed, such as weapons used) : My 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. My father stayed in the Legion, and he joined the Stormcloaks, feeling betrayed by the Legion, and not understanding my father’s explanation of why he stayed loyal, especially since my father taught me about Talos and said he would rather die than forsake Talos. My father says loyalty to the Legion is loyalty to Talos. I made the mistake of letting this be known about myself, so I didn’t get the chance to fight often with the Stormcloaks due to my loyalty being questioned. Not until I proved myself by agreeing to infiltrate an Imperial fort and kill their Captain. Little did I know the Captain was my father. My Stormcloak Captain knew.

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

That angered me and almost led to my downfall. My father sidestepped my charge and in one movement swiped at my back. I pivoted to block the blow, and the skyforge axe shattered my battle damaged sword, and sliced across my sword arm. Desperate and angered by the fresh wound and the sting of blood in my eye that splattered in my face from it tackled him and beat him to death with the pommel of the sword. I dressed up in my father's outfit, took his axe and shield, and used a rope and a great sword my father had in his office to scale down the fort walls from my 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.

I was made Captain for assisting Ulfric in his escape at Helgen. I was about to be roasted alive by Alduin while being attacked by legionaries and I pushed Ulfric out the way and used two dead legion soldiers for cover. Ulfric had to pull their seared flesh off of me to get me free. For this reason, my nickname is “The Unkindled”. My weapon of choice is my family skyforge steel war axe and a skyforge steel shield of fire resistance. They are the weapons that I took from my father. Ulfric had his court wizard enchant the shield as a reward. My combat prowess is decent, but I do not feel it was significant enough to be captain. I am brave and loyal to the cause, and beat my own father in combat. Ulfric thinks this is good enough. I will have a lot to live up to, as people expect me to be as good a leader and fighter like my father. Inever expected the position of leader to be thrust upon me so soon, but it has, and I will lead to the best of his ability, mirroring my father's teachings, whether his ghost likes it or not. I look forward to killing more Imperial Legionnaires.

Updated History:

I was promoted to General by Ulfric Stormcloak for my success in Falkreath. I was given the same authority as Galmar, and I'm personally responsible for the actions of the Necro Nords. I changed his appearance slightly after my promotion, changing my war paint to a blue swirl on my right cheek, and trimmed my beard down. I allowed the Dunmer people to join if they proved to have the skill. This was how I chose to honor Reval. Some people suggested that we change the name since it was no longer all Nord, but I at first couldn't think of a better name, so it stayed for a while. Eventually I started referring to the 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. I was donned with a black cape with the Windhelm bear symbol on it in silver. It was attached under my shoulder pauldrons. My cape was enchanted with fire resistance, and my two axes were enchanted with lightning damage.

I 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 me 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. I 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 I was not able to lure him in a trap. I never got a chance to speak to him in person, only catching glimpses of him from time to time. The attacks eventually ceased, and I was then sent to Whiterun to investigate the rumors of Tullius and Balgruuf organizing attacks on the men there. I could not find anything behind the random attacks however, which seemed to be mainly random bandit and mercenary attacks, but after my "Grim Ones" killed enough of them, the attacks eventually halted. I 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, I became a lot better with my axes and became much more nimble in my heavy armor.

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

Motives: I am deeply loyal to the Stormcloaks, Nord and Dunmer alike. I still hate the legion for the Talos ban and for trying to take my land's new freedom, as well as for causing me to kill my father. I no longer distrust Dunmer at all due to Reval's death. I am in love with High Admiral Rebec Red-Eye, now Rebec Red-Snow, my wife. My best friend is Boldir Iron-Brow.

Skills: My skills are Block, One handed, light armor, heavy armor, and two handed. Primarily I use one handed, but I was trained in two handed combat by my father as well.

Gender: Male

Age: 34

Height: 6 ft. 4 in.

Weight: 275 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.

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

2 Ebony Scimitars

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.

Birthsign: Thief

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 hawk totem, a redguard ring with Serpent lesser power (gift from Jodun), and a silver ring enchanted for health. In battle she wears a chainmail tunic and Stormcloak surcoat, adds a Skyforge steel war axe, and carries a crossbow lashed to her back. Sometimes carries a lasso for scaling rigging or in combat uses. She can also be seen wearing a grey-blue seacloak, embroidered with Ulfric's bear insignia and trimmed in snowy-sabrecat fur.

Personality: mostly cheerful, 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 had also left her fingers tingling. But with the blockade and her appointment to admiral, she threw herself into the task of 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 promised her a new one, but for the time being she is grounded. 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 redguard volunteers who've agreed to fight in Skyrim in order to get the chance to kill Thalmor. One of these is Rebec’s young niece Suri. True to her promise to help the Grim Ones, and with news of an invasion at Pale Pass, Rebec asked permission to go with the redguard to aid in the defense of Falkreath.

Rebec’s husband Toki was missing for nearly three years, and recently Rebec got the news that he had been killed in the Reach by men loyal to Jarl Igmund. He was a traveling tinker in Hjaalmarch and the Reach, and after noticing a pattern of dead bodies in remote areas, began to suspect that the jarl was poisoning wells in Forsworn territory. After he spoke out about it in Markarth, the jarl sent men to ambush him in the wilds near Dushnikh Yal.

In the meantime, war had brought Rebec together with Baldur Red-Snow, and as Dominion forces bore down upon them in Falkreath, the admiral found companionship and love again with him. The two married before the priest of Arkay, and after a fierce duel, Rebec agreed to make a new start and take his name as her own.

Motives: money, drink, independence, loyalty to her crew, hatred of the blockade, battle kinship with the Grim Ones

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