» Wed Nov 10, 2010 6:30 pm
Room for another?
Name: Clengo
Nickname(s):
Gender: male
Race: Bosmer
Age: Exact age unknown. Roughly 40.
Birth date: Exact date unknown. Imperial Census lists his birth (an estimate) as 3E 398 on the 1st of Rain’s Hand.
Birthplace: A remote ‘village’ in central Valenwood.
Class:Scout, Hunter, Warrior
Class Focus:Very much a marksman, he can fair well with slings, bows and arrows, javelins, spears, harpoons, and blowguns. He can also wield blades, though with considerably less skill.
Major Skills: Marksman, Athletics, Sneak, Unarmored, Spear
Minor Skills: Speechcraft, Acrobatics, Short Blade, Mysticism, Alteration
Birthsign:The Mage
Eyes:Solid Black.
Hair:A messy tangle of auburn. He is often observed pulling small bugs from it.
Skin/Fur Color:Skin has a lightly tanned, weathered look.
Height: 4’5’’
Weight: 65 lbs
Build: Very thin and sinewy, perhaps even slightly emancipated.
Physical Description:
Tattoo/Scars/Piercings: Some ritualized scarring around the face, neck, back, and chest; forming nice little geometric patterns! His ears are pierced, but he currently wears no jewelry.
Clothing and Armor: Naked except for a pair of ragged, woolen pants that come down to his knees. Slung around his shoulder is a leather strap which holds a leather satchel at his left hip. Around his neck is a small leather pouch.
Inventory: Strips of jerky, a collection of dead insects and spiders, a few well-polished Septims, a whittle stone, some sinew rope, a flute, a few round stones, some sharpened bone and flint implements, darts, a blowgun, some feathers, a broken bottle, some bent silverware and a small woolen piece, about 6 inches square.
Weapons: A blowgun w/darts, an ivory knife (mainly for ritual purposes)decorated with shells and fish scales.
Magic: A few useful spells, including a detect life, a touch fire spell, dispel on oneself and upon others, a leaping and slow fall spell, and a light spell. These spells were a part of his ritual education in Valenwood, and although he is quite skilled with them, he is by no means a mage, and would be flabbergasted by magical theory and possibly even frightened by alarming, unfamiliar spells.
History:
Born to a isolated community in Valenwood during the chaotic Jagar Tharn’s reign, his birth (and that of his generation) went unrecorded until a few years following, when census’ were conducted across the Empire following the return of Septim rule. As such, his very early life remains a mystery, but by the time of the census in 3E 401, he was recorded as living with a small community north of Elden Root and being trained (along with other youths) in the traditional ways of his people. There he may have well remained, until, following the Oblivion crisis, he was chosen by his father to become a captive of the Empire in a sign of good faith between the tribe and the Imperials.
Feeling spurned, he was brought to the Imperial City to be looked after a kind Bosmeri couple who were to provide for his housing and education, but Clengo resisted most attempts. He was restless in school, and commonly sought to run away (once he tried joining a traveling merchant, who, after playing along, returned him to his guardians. He was also put on record by the Imperials as trying to swim Lake Rumare, pulled out by fishermen just as slaughterfish had begun nibbling on his toes).
It was only recently when he overheard some strangers speaking of a meeting upon the Bloated Float that was looking for “for anyone strong of body, mind or adventurous spirit to see her about an expedition into the unknown.” Seeing himself as a proud Bosmeri warrior and eager to escape the humiliation of life in the Capital where he was forced to wear itchy clothes and sit in hot rooms for endless hours, he ducked out of school and headed towards the Waterfront District, last seen by an Imperial Guard, who later described his demeanor as “perky” to his distraught Bosmeri guardians.
EDIT: Well, erm, lets just leave it a mystery for now as how he gets to Bravil. Stowaway probably. But who knows?
Personality:
Clengo is a bit of a mystery to outsiders. He is small and boyish, with a care-free attitude that is quite typical among those of his race. Eager and clever and charming, he was the adored object of many a dinner party during his tenure at the Imperial City, with enough“He’s-just-so-adorable” and “let-me-pinch-his-cute-little-cheek” to make a Sload retch with disgust.
He has a vicious streak though, for underneath this exterior which the city-dwellers found so charming is the hard truth. He’s not some talking piece and exotica display for your upper-class social events. He’s a rebellious and haughty young man, trained to be a proud warrior and schooled in all of the tenants of conservative Bosmeri religion since the day he was born. Even in the Imperial City, where makeup hid his scaring and clothes civilized his appearance, it was difficult to suppress the rumors that he had killed and eaten Ms. Vitellia’s cat…
Other Traits and Oddities:
-He cannot read, nor does he have much knowledge about the world beyond Valenwood. Regardless, he is quite clever.
-He follows the Green Pact and worships Y’ffre.
-No one knows just what he smokes. But he really enjoys it!
Misc Skills [non-combat]:
He can mimic sounds and throw his voice with particular skill.
He is well versed in tracking and trapping, with a good knowledge of poisons and other alchemical materials, although his ability is hindered by his refusal to use plants as ingredients.
He knows how to craft a manner of items, often making use of his whittling and carving skills.
He can play the flute.
In the Imperial City, he has shown himself to excel at board games.
EDIT'd. Mostly to fill in the skills slot...
I'm just finally glad to be RPing again, it seems like it's been forever. 
