Name: Vannas Andrethi
Race: Dunmer
Gender: male
Age:born 87 years old.
Birth sign: The Mage
Affiliations: ex-Telvanni, ex-Dark Brotherhood, the Daedric princes
Physical description: Vannas is a tall man, standing at 6'3''. He has sharp, handsome, features and the burning crimson eyes of his kin. He has thick, black hair that reaches just passed his shoulders. His skin is the same pale ash color of other Dunmer. His body structure is lean and wiry, with well trained-muscles. He has several scars, most of which aren't noticeable except for a large scar on his chest in the from of a clawing hand. Several tattoos adorn his body. They consist of blessings and words of power given to him by the Daedric princes. They have a bluish, purple color and are written in old Dunmeric and Daedric runes.
Mental description: He is usually a nice man to get along with. He used to be somewhat naive but that completely changed after his father's dead.
When he isn't drunk or passed out on the street he can be found outside the cities, hunting the zombies that now plague the lands, because they remind him of his father in his last stages of the disease that struck him. He believes he brings his father peace that way.
He hungers for power, something everyone of the Andrethi clan has or had in common and he especially seeks the remedy for death. It are also the same people that were responsible for this hunger, who he hates the most. Especially his own brother, Sindorill, who is the only other Andrethi still alive.
His favorite passing of time is using his knowledge of runes to blow things up. The larger the better, and if he can do this he often doesn't care how much of his magicka reserves it will cost.
Skills: As the son of two Telvanni wizards he was taught the ways of magic from the day he was old enough to speak and logically think. His favorite schools being conjuration and alteration (with the sub-schools: Thaumaturgy and mysticism) in which he already excelled at a young age, eventually even mastering them. He is an expert at summoning all kinds of unique creatures from Oblivion, depending on the situation. His knowledge of alteration goes further than the common spells taught at the different Mages Guilds.
He is also well trained in the use of rune magic, especially the exploding ones have been mastered since he loves to set up a rune and wait until something or someone (enemies) gets blown apart by it. He knows little about the school of restoration save some basic healing spells and a spell to cure poison or disease and a bit about Illusion, how to silence or paralyze someone..
Apart from his knowledge in the ways of magic, he also knows his way around weapons. The sword and bow being his favorite. Practicing archery and swordplay started out as a hobby his parents allowed him to have but after a few years he turned it into another field of study. He became a capable swordsman, able to hold his ground in battle without much effort, and is a pretty darn good archer.
Due to his former profession he also knows how to move around unseen by blending in into crowds, shadows, nature, … He knows how not to be seen when he doesn't want to be.
Other minor skills include cooking, survival, tracking and simple non-magical medical treatment and alchemy. He had to learn the last two skills since he doesn't have much knowledge of restoration.
Weapons: he carries no weapons with him because they only weight him down. Instead he relies on bound bow or bound swords to fight when he has to. Apart from summoning these weapons, he tries not to use his magicka to spare his rather large magicka reserves for real dire situations. He tries to do this, but when he is drunk he can't be bothered.
Clothing/Armor: he usually dresses in dyed-black leather armor, reinforced at the vital areas by dyed-black chainmail. It gives relative protection although it will not stop a swordchop or arrows, but in return it gives him a lot of movement possibility which he wouldn't get when wearing heavier armor. Over his leather armor he wears a long coat, with hood. It is of a very dark grey, almost black color. It is worn, covered in stains of blood and other liquids, dirt, the right sleeve has been torn apart just above the elbow and the buttons he uses to close it have been torn off and lost so he can close it anymore. On his left shoulder pad is the symbol of Boethiah and on his right a symbol of Mephala.
Brief History: He is the child of two Telvanni wizards. His mother died during childbirth so he never knew her although he has a clear image of her by the stories his father used to tell. He grew up learning magic and fighting with sword and bow until his father got ill when an experiment went bad. Vannas had no idea how to cure his father since it seemed to be a magickal disease so he travelled to most of the Telvanni wizards and master wizards seeking their help but they all bluntly refused. Even his own brother, who was so jealous of his father, refused to help.
His father's state became worse quickly and Vannas even tried something he had never done before He prayed to the eight and one. Being a daedra worshipper it was a hard thing to do for him but he knew the daedric princes wouldn't help him and he was ready to convert to the church of the eight and one if they'd help him and his father. But his prayers were good for nothing. (Making him hate the Eight and One.)
At home the day finally came his father couldn't live on. The man had become a raving lunatic, his flesh was rotting, his mind was failing until the point he was just a sort of zombie only interested in ripping apart the people in front of him.
Vannas had no choice but to put him down. He became bitter and a drunk. He had spend all his money and belongings in inns and bars pumping his body full of alcohol while getting into brawls until the Dark Brotherhood found him. They took him in, seeing potential in him and trained him as good as they could.
When a contract came in to assassinate one of the Telvanni wizards that had refused to cure his father, Vannas ordered it to be given to him. He completed his task without wasting any time and with great efficiency. Locating these wizards and killing them became an obsession. At first he would do it in-between his contracts and with his own funds but he began to refuse orders from his superiors to locate the Telvanni wizards and kill them. When they found out he had started using Dark Brotherhood funds for his operation they decided he was uncontrollable and unable to continue his line of work.
They've put him on inactive and he has been kicked out of the brotherhood with the threat that if he ever mentions the brotherhood again they would end his life and that of all his relatives. (something he has considered once and a while, just to get rid of his brother as well.) he fell into that same hole again: drinking, brawling, with the addition of moon sugar, skooma and gambling.
When the zombie apocalips started he managed to get his life somewhat on track again, although he still drinks to much when he is in the safe, walled cities. But it became his new mission to get on the roads to hunt down as much zombies as possible.