Name: Namera (Full name is unknown and probably unpronounceable)

Gender: Female

Race: Argonian

Age: 22

Appearance: While she is an attractive young lass by Argonian standards, Namera is rather gaunt and lithe is some areas where one normally wouldn't. Her scales are a variety of color, however the harsh cold of Bruma has had an effect on her appearance -- reducing the "glowing" perspective of her scales down to pale colors.
What were once shining, the gradient arrays of black, green and red scales that ran across Namera's body have been molded down to a slightly grotesque paler and even darker complexity. In some areas washed out reddish gray and purple are dominate. Her claws are finely trimmed and sharpened, however retain enough length to be weaponized.

Despite how Cyrodillic Argonians appear, Namera heavily retains a more reptilian appearance of her people due to her heritage. Her tail is fairly lengthy and thin, with small spiked ridges covering it from start to tip. The lizard's legs are digitigrade, meaning they are bent back like certain argonian variants present in Morrowind. Of course, while she can't wear boots designed for human-like feet, Namera has devised "feet-gloves" to keep her feet warm whilst letting her claws poke comfortably.
Last but not least, her eyes glow a bright yellowish-orange that seems to pierce the night and a pair of rather long and lithe fins poke out of the sides of her head. They seem to react to her emotions and moods similar to a dogs tail or a cats ears, usually flicking or twitching slightly when annoyed or drooping downwards when sad or depressed.

Class: Doctor

Lifestyle: Freelance artist and alchemist

Equipment: Fur, lots and lots of fur clothing and armor. Her multiple jobs allow her to keep a somewhat decent amount of Septims and buy enough food and firewood to last her a few months. The only weapons she seems to carry is a short steel dagger and a shortsword of the same materiel although knowing how to use them is a different story. Nemera also keeps a small leather satchel with her for when she goes out looking for ingredients.

Skills:
Alchemy: Years of practicing, farming and exploring the surrounding forests for exotic ingredients have made Namera an Expert in the fields of Alchemy. She can, with keen eyes and nimble fingers mix powerful elixirs with effects ranging from stamina (think like an energy potion), health and even potions to stimulate certain parts of the mind, such as strength, nimbleness and even overall intelligence.

Destruction: While Magicka isn't her strong suit, Namera can still managed to hurl painful magickal attacks at her foes. Specifically, lighting. While it isn't enough to kill, it can at least send a painful shock through her opponents body telling them to back off. She can also hurl fireballs, however accuracy and precision leaves a lot to be desired. All in all, she is an Apprentice and practices whenever she can.

Restoration: Same as destruction, Namera cannot use complex spells however can muster enough strength to heal a crippling but not fatal wound. It is hard to find subjects for her to practice on, but the argonian has a small reputation for healing small injuries on children or drunks that decide to start fights in Olav's bar and lose.

Athletics & Acrobatics: Throughout her life, Namera has kept the mindset to exercise and stay as fit as she can. As a result, she is thin and light weight. She eats regularly, but makes sure not too overindulge herself and makes sure to eat healthy foods and avoid things like alcohol, drugs and otherwise unhealthy food.

Misc Skills: Cooking and a strong knack for Art.

Starting location: Bruma (Seems to be where everyone is anyway)

Background: Born and raised in the fringes of the Black Marsh, Namera's parents were simple merchants at the time. They were suffering from intolerable economic droughts and violence in the region that they decided to make a break for Cyrodiil; a land where they stood more a firm chance at life. Before they even made it to the border, raiders descended upon their caravan like a group of wolves ambushing their prey.
Namera's father was brutally murdered, attempting to buy time for his wife to flee with their child. Though time was not on their side. Before she could make it too the safety of the treeline, Namera's mother was struck with an arrow, placing itself between her shoulder blades.

It was a fatal wound, but that did not break her will to survive. The argonian maiden lumbered her way for several days, injured, starving and caring for a child. While she didn't bother to rest, Namera's mother knew her life would soon end but struggled with what strength she had to save the life of her young daughter. Eventually, the wound gave in.
While walking through a peaceful clearing, the argonian collapsed on her side, using her last bits of life to give her child one last hug before succumbing to her grave wound, oblivious that she had made it into Cyrodiil and just ahead of the clearing was the main road to Leyawiin.

Call it fate, call it luck, call it coincidence. An Altmer couple had been passing through the road at the time, they were a traveling family at the time, trying to find a safe home to live while grieving for the loss of their own sibling that had died in childbirth. They heard the distance cries of a baby, the husband descended into the forest to investigate, drawing his sword and preparing himself for some sort of conflict. Instead, he discovered the corpse of an argonian women and a child clutched in her arms, still alive and crying. Namera's mother was properly buried where she had died, and the elven couple adopted the reptilian baby, raising her as best to their abilities.

As she grew, Namera began to build a natural liking to art and would spend hours upon hours painting whatever she saw whether it was people, plants, objects or animals. With the help of her new parents, the lass learned a lot about farming and alchemy and eventually delved into those arts as well. They even tried to teach her about Magicka, of course it seemed that wasn't her best field of expertise. When the time came, Namera kissed her parents goodbye and set off to explore Cyrodiil.

She stuck closely to the roads, occasionally traveling with groups of passer-byes for safety and fear of being robbed by bandits. By the time she reached her twenties, Namera had settled down in Bruma, where she rented a room at Olav's Tavern, even managing to be hired by the Nord and now runs many errands for him. It was here where she learned how to cook, badly at first but grew into a decent chef after a few years of practice. She still keeps in touch with her parents in Leyawiin and misses them deeply.

Personality: Generally upbeat and positive, Namera is social, polite and generous. While she generally frowns upon violence, she will (attempt) to fight if she has no alternative. The argonian prefers to be int he company of others, as being alone for too long makes her frightened and incredibly paranoid. Unlike other Argonians, Namera tries to be friends with everyone and avoids getting on their badsides. She's talkative for the lack of a better word, sometimes shy when she meets strangers although if deems them worthy she will try to befriend them.

Despite what her outside mindset tells you, Namera secretly craves some sort of adventure. Working several years in the worlds coldest area (in her opinion) with no vacations puts those thoughts into anyone's mind.

Other:
-Hate's mushrooms with a burning passion
-Can't ride a horse to save her life
-Is a fairly decent dancer

Name: Isabelle Paige Courtessèu.
Nickname(s): Though she is called by her first name by her parents, she refers to herself by her middle name, Paige, as she thinks it is a much less formal and prettier name. Occasionally she will be called Bella or Belle, though she doesn’t really like it herself and someday hopes others will refrain from using it.
Race: Breton.
Gender: Female.
Age: 17.
Birthsign: The Lover.

General Description: The epitome of beauty, pale skin, pure, and tender to touch, with pale scarlet lips contrasting against the back drop of her snowy flesh. Paige's tresses of silky black hair flow almost halfway down her back, it is clear that she takes pride in her hair, her fringe when left to its own accord often falls down diagonally in front of her right eye, a nuisance to Paige who spends what seems a life-time banolly flicking it from her vision.
Her deep-set blue eyes, so dark, verging on a purple-black are an endless void and seem on appearance to gaze into the very depths of every soul they meet, shaded ever more by a surrounding of eye-shadow. Her button nose is only short, yet simple, with an elegant shape and a round tip. Her face is gaunt, not thin but her cheeks are concave and defined, going against the stereotypical Breton shape. Paige is not tall for a girl, nor is she short, she stands around 5’4’’, though does not look so as she is dainty and petite in build. Her body has no visible scars or tattoos of any sort, with little decorative features, except for the make-up around her eyes, and though it is not unusual that she attains scratches, cuts or bruises, this is no more than the average person.

Skills: Though Paige is far from assertive, she has a way with people that can assure often what she wants from situations; persuasion is her forte, though rarely through a manner of speech, she lacks the confidence to use words as often as she probably should, however her daunting attractiveness often gets her out of places she’d rather not be. Given her elegance in both movement and posture, it is unnatural for Paige to attain a sneaky persona, she is no expert at covert business, and there has been many a time when it has been her innocence that has swayed her away from danger. Paige was never brought up to fight, in fact she dislikes it entirely. Her father had insisted when she was young that she learnt to use a bow and arrow to a satisfactory standard to protect herself in what he taught her was a harsh world. If she had to have a favourite weapon, it would be her most well mastered weapon; the crossbow, her primary and really, only weapon. Though, she was never properly taught, Paige often as a young girl would experiment with alchemy making potions and occasionally poisons. Over the years this talent has matured and she is now rather handy when it comes to mixing and brewing up whatever the situation or task requires, and can make most things from life-saving potions to death harbouring poisons; given the right ingredients. Paige is also a studious type; she loves to learn, though she rarely gets such chance. Paige had always wanted to become a healer and takes great interest in the Restoration field of Magicka, however despite her Breton blood she barely classes as a novice when it comes to using it.

Apparel Most Worn: Paige adorns a light, free moving outfit as she tends to find this to be most comfortable. Her top half consists of a leather corset, festooned with buckles and belts, black mainly in colour, though with some crimson coloured etchings on the shoulders that run down the sleeves. On her lower half she wears rather tight, leather pants (trousers), plain black and simple in design, the belt she holds them with is very detailed and is designed with various patterns and etchings. Her boots are long, reaching high up her shins; her trousers are tucked into the boots which are made of fine leather, and are plain and built for comfort.

Other Apparel Worn: A simple dress at first sight, a mixture of black and red material, crimson in shade. The dress is long, and trails the floor, it is dusty and reeks of age, but Paige can ignore the smell, for it is her favourite dress. The corset style top half is laced with a crisscross pattern of strings across the torso. The centre and main body of the dress is crimson, with the sleeves and sides of the dress being black. The sleeves are delicate and hang neatly on the shoulders revealing her collar bone, with a square neck shape. Half way down the sleeves, which finish around the mid forearm, is a stitched piece of lace that hangs down over each elbow. The skirt is flowing with the central crimson piece ruffled at the base, the black sides fall into a few layers, one being the same lace that appears on the sleeves. Paige lacks in accessories, with only a simple black leather buckled belt collar around her neck. She wears, underneath and mainly hidden by the trailing dress, knee length boots, leather, with buckles and straps up the leg.

Weapons: A simple crossbow, with steel limbs and a maple crafted stock, she keeps it in a small quiver strapped over her back, to add to this on the side of the main quiver is a smaller pocket storing the small iron tipped bolts that the crossbow fires. For close range combat – if ever, Paige carries with her a small knife, it resembles only a kitchen knife in size, though the hilt of the small blade is intricate embossed with a scarlet patterned ribbon tied neatly around it.

Inventory: Paige wears a belt when on certain tasks, for this she wears an almost utility like belt, attached is her knife, as described in with her weapons, as well as a few lock-picks and coins depending on what she’s up to. Also, she may often carry, in pockets allocated on the belt, ingredients for potions, or sometimes potions themselves.

Personality: Paige would be best described as timid or even shy, though it can be said that is passionate about the things she cares about, she will go out of her way to complete a job, or to earn extra money to help at home. Paige lacks confidence within herself, but she does try to express some outgoing traits whilst working with others; she will try to start conversation if she notices others shyness, but in a large, loud group she will no doubt take a back seat and remain silent. She is not so much afraid of leadership, and will take reigns when needed of her, though she prefers to shy away from authoritative positions or at best to work alone. She is more than happy to take command from ranked others and will try to complete any task set to the best of her ability. Most would consider Paige a kind-hearted girl, a trustworthy friend, a dependable companion and a hard working employee. Paige has, as most can tell, a desire for neatness, especially when it comes to her own appearance, and that of the things around her, but she is often praised for it usually results in tidy and elegant output.

Biography: Born and raised in the Waterfront in the Imperial City, her parents had been scavengers of the land; they lived on bread and water, with the little income her father earned on the passing and stopping ships. He was a ship maker by trade, though little trade ever really reached him. He was paid poorly by rich men for fixing their ships, that was, when a job arose. Paige had always loved her Father for his efforts and while her Mother stayed at home, she had been almost forced into a childhood of crime and thievery in order to support her family. She grew up well, taking a more active role in family income when at the age of just 13; she became a ‘merchant’; her business included stealing from the docked merchants and selling the goods on to the Market District proprietors.

More recently Paige had decided to join the Black Horse Courier, working primarily around the Imperial City as a mere delivery girl, she was always fascinated by current affairs and recent news. She was good at her job, and most of the Imperial City had grown to know, rely and warm towards the still young Bosmer, however her career in the service had recently improved with the prospect of a new job opportunity travelling around Cyrodiil and delivering news to every corner. Though she was not keen to follow the offer, but her desire to keep her house and family going meant she needed the money, and she reluctantly took the promotion offer that had been proposed to her.

She had set off for Bruma three days ago, she was nervous, having neither ridden a horse before or once left the Imperial Island, all was going swimmingly, and she was set to reach the snowy city in less than a day’s ride.

Name: Jean le Vulpe (formerly Philipe Porthos)

Gender: Male

Race: Breton

Age: 19

Appearance: Jean is 6"7 with an average build. He has short, straight brown hair and hazel eyes and clean cut. He has "perfect" teeth. Jean is innocent-looking and smooth-skinned. Jean has a slight tan.

Class: Mage (Mages Guild)

Lifestyle: A musician, artist and a mage apprentice. He likes adventuring and wandering, but being a mage apprentice keeps him from doing so. Sometimes, Philipe goes out to gather "ingredients" for alchemy. Lives in Bruma alone. To get money, Jean plays his music in the City, but always arrives home with 10 or so septims.

Equipment: A white shirt with a brown vest over and dark brown trousers with old, worn, black leather boots. He carries a silver short sword and sleeps with an iron dagger. 200 septims in his money bag. A small, blank book in which he draws and a pencil.

Starting location: Outside Bruma, going into the Mages Guild

Background: Orphaned at a young age and left in the streets, he became a pickpocket and theif, often stealing bread and other foods from inns. He killed a beggar to put him out of his "misery" and took the dead man's bedroll and the little food he had. He was recruited by the Dark Brotherhood, and finding this as an opportunity to live under a roof, have food in his belly and finally have a "family", he took the offer. At 16, Jean decided to drop his "way of Sithis" and change his ways after and ran away from the Brotherhood. He changed his name from "Philipe Pothos" to Jean le Vulpe. He now lives in a different town (Bruma) under a false name.

Personality: Jean is extremely paranoid, and thinks the Brotherhood is coming after him, which is why he sleeps with a dagger. He is cautious about everything and doesnt like taking risk. Jean makes snide and sarcastic jokes and comments often that can sometimes be considered rude. Can be annoiying sometimes. He is immature for his age. Jean doesen't give up on his job at hand. He prefers to stay away from combat, but he can defend himself. Jean is very secrective, even to his friends. It takes a while to earn the trust of Jean.

Name: Namera (Full name is unknown and probably unpronounceable)

Gender: Female

Race: Argonian

Age: 22

Appearance: While she is an attractive young lass by Argonian standards, Namera is rather gaunt and lithe is some areas where one normally wouldn't. Her scales are a variety of color, however the harsh cold of Bruma has had an effect on her appearance -- reducing the "glowing" perspective of her scales down to pale colors.
What were once shining, the gradient arrays of black, green and red scales that ran across Namera's body have been molded down to a slightly grotesque paler and even darker complexity. In some areas washed out reddish gray and purple are dominate. Her claws are finely trimmed and sharpened, however retain enough length to be weaponized.

Despite how Cyrodillic Argonians appear, Namera heavily retains a more reptilian appearance of her people due to her heritage. Her tail is fairly lengthy and thin, with small spiked ridges covering it from start to tip. The lizard's legs are digitigrade, meaning they are bent back like certain argonian variants present in Morrowind. Of course, while she can't wear boots designed for human-like feet, Namera has devised "feet-gloves" to keep her feet warm whilst letting her claws poke comfortably.
Last but not least, her eyes glow a bright yellowish-orange that seems to pierce the night and a pair of rather long and lithe fins poke out of the sides of her head. They seem to react to her emotions and moods similar to a dogs tail or a cats ears, usually flicking or twitching slightly when annoyed or drooping downwards when sad or depressed.

Class: Doctor

Lifestyle: Freelance artist and alchemist

Equipment: Fur, lots and lots of fur clothing and armor. Her multiple jobs allow her to keep a somewhat decent amount of Septims and buy enough food and firewood to last her a few months. The only weapons she seems to carry is a short steel dagger and a shortsword of the same materiel although knowing how to use them is a different story. Nemera also keeps a small leather satchel with her for when she goes out looking for ingredients.

Skills:
Alchemy: Years of practicing, farming and exploring the surrounding forests for exotic ingredients have made Namera an Expert in the fields of Alchemy. She can, with keen eyes and nimble fingers mix powerful elixirs with effects ranging from stamina (think like an energy potion), health and even potions to stimulate certain parts of the mind, such as strength, nimbleness and even overall intelligence.

Destruction: While Magicka isn't her strong suit, Namera can still managed to hurl painful magickal attacks at her foes. Specifically, lighting. While it isn't enough to kill, it can at least send a painful shock through her opponents body telling them to back off. She can also hurl fireballs, however accuracy and precision leaves a lot to be desired. All in all, she is an Apprentice and practices whenever she can.

Restoration: Same as destruction, Namera cannot use complex spells however can muster enough strength to heal a crippling but not fatal wound. It is hard to find subjects for her to practice on, but the argonian has a small reputation for healing small injuries on children or drunks that decide to start fights in Olav's bar and lose.

Athletics & Acrobatics: Throughout her life, Namera has kept the mindset to exercise and stay as fit as she can. As a result, she is thin and light weight. She eats regularly, but makes sure not too overindulge herself and makes sure to eat healthy foods and avoid things like alcohol, drugs and otherwise unhealthy food.

Misc Skills: Cooking and a strong knack for Art.

Starting location: Bruma (Seems to be where everyone is anyway)

Background: Born and raised in the fringes of the Black Marsh, Namera's parents were simple merchants at the time. They were suffering from intolerable economic droughts and violence in the region that they decided to make a break for Cyrodiil; a land where they stood more a firm chance at life. Before they even made it to the border, raiders descended upon their caravan like a group of wolves ambushing their prey.
Namera's father was brutally murdered, attempting to buy time for his wife to flee with their child. Though time was not on their side. Before she could make it too the safety of the treeline, Namera's mother was struck with an arrow, placing itself between her shoulder blades.

It was a fatal wound, but that did not break her will to survive. The argonian maiden lumbered her way for several days, injured, starving and caring for a child. While she didn't bother to rest, Namera's mother knew her life would soon end but struggled with what strength she had to save the life of her young daughter. Eventually, the wound gave in.
While walking through a peaceful clearing, the argonian collapsed on her side, using her last bits of life to give her child one last hug before succumbing to her grave wound, oblivious that she had made it into Cyrodiil and just ahead of the clearing was the main road to Leyawiin.

Call it fate, call it luck, call it coincidence. An Altmer couple had been passing through the road at the time, they were a traveling family at the time, trying to find a safe home to live while grieving for the loss of their own sibling that had died in childbirth. They heard the distance cries of a baby, the husband descended into the forest to investigate, drawing his sword and preparing himself for some sort of conflict. Instead, he discovered the corpse of an argonian women and a child clutched in her arms, still alive and crying. Namera's mother was properly buried where she had died, and the elven couple adopted the reptilian baby, raising her as best to their abilities.

As she grew, Namera began to build a natural liking to art and would spend hours upon hours painting whatever she saw whether it was people, plants, objects or animals. With the help of her new parents, the lass learned a lot about farming and alchemy and eventually delved into those arts as well. They even tried to teach her about Magicka, of course it seemed that wasn't her best field of expertise. When the time came, Namera kissed her parents goodbye and set off to explore Cyrodiil.

She stuck closely to the roads, occasionally traveling with groups of passer-byes for safety and fear of being robbed by bandits. By the time she reached her twenties, Namera had settled down in Bruma, where she rented a room at Olav's Tavern, even managing to be hired by the Nord and now runs many errands for him. It was here where she learned how to cook, badly at first but grew into a decent chef after a few years of practice. She still keeps in touch with her parents in Leyawiin and misses them deeply.

Personality: Generally upbeat and positive, Namera is social, polite and generous. While she generally frowns upon violence, she will (attempt) to fight if she has no alternative. The argonian prefers to be int he company of others, as being alone for too long makes her frightened and incredibly paranoid. Unlike other Argonians, Namera tries to be friends with everyone and avoids getting on their badsides. She's talkative for the lack of a better word, sometimes shy when she meets strangers although if deems them worthy she will try to befriend them.

Despite what her outside mindset tells you, Namera secretly craves some sort of adventure. Working several years in the worlds coldest area (in her opinion) with no vacations puts those thoughts into anyone's mind.

Other:
-Hate's mushrooms with a burning passion
-Can't ride a horse to save her life
-Is a fairly decent dancer

Name: Vedaa Addammassar, adopted daughter of Ashlandic Dunmer, Ahti & Zebnannamu-Ilu Addammassar.

Gender: Female

Race: Dark Elf

Age: 24

Class: Sorceress

Birthsign: The Serpent

Appearance: Vedaa is a little short for her age; about 4'10". Her soft skin is a light blue with lips dark like ashes. Her build is healthy but slim. She is stunning to look at; her She is physically weak and one would not think she did much adventuring by looking at her. Her preferred hair style is a short pixie cut. Her eyes are big and beautiful, mesmerizing at times; their color being a dark shade of burgundy. Being an Ashlander native to Summerset Isle, she has an accent that still lingers in her high-pitched, child-like, girly voice.

Equipment: Her grimoire and a Nordic white wolf fur ensemble and boots. No armor, no weapons, no scrolls, no soul gems, no lockpicks, no probes. Only a backpack with supplies, money and a change of clothes.

Starting Location: Olav's Tap and Tack inn, Bruma.

Lifestyle: The things she yearns for most in life are playing with magic, music, parties, six and hallucinogenic drugs such as the native mushrooms of Morrowind or the psychadelic roots, vines and plants that grow in the dense forests of Summerset, Valenwood and Elsweyr. One of her pleasures is being under the influence and creating new spells in her grimoires. She considers herself very similar to a composer of music. Her greatest and most studied colleges of magic are Mysticism, Alteration and Illusion with enchanting being the least studied. She studies all, though, including Necromancy. She prefers to use her magic for practical uses and to create mind-altering visuals. She has performed spectacular shows with large musical ensembles. She has made good commissions from her magical performances and has sold the written drafts of her incantations to the Empire for their own use. Some spells she has tried to make were illegal, like the conjuration of gold coins (septims). At parties, she likes to meet new people and dance. If musicians are present, she'll attempt to win their favor by talking musical jargon or playing her violin. Her 2nd adopted parents were both exceptional musicians, her father being a violinist and her mother being an operatic singer. (Her first adopted parents were Ashlanders living in the wilderness of Summerset). She's mediocre at the violin but definitely not a virtuoso. As far as guilds, she has been in the Thieves, Fighters, Mages, prosttutes and probably some other faction in Summerset. She eventually made it to the 2nd highest rank in the Mages Guild, but only after years of having to prove herself. While her magical abilities weren't in question, it was her choices of action and her decision making that held her back. Not to mention her spiteful and childish attitude. She was banned a couple times before and has had to regain her way up the ranks.


Background: She procreated out of the interplay of the Aedra and Daedra. A girl named Juliana was created (for the 3rd time) by Julianos who was beseeched by Dowager Queen Barenziah, in an attempt to fulfill the Nerevarine prophecies. After Juliana's creation, the Daedra felt threatened and jealous. Being rivals of their Aedric counterparts, they felt the need to dip their finger in the pot as well. Not wanting to physically give any of their strength or powers to create a mortal, they enticed and seduced Mara and Dibella into creating this champion with them, without the other aedra knowing. Pouring into this concoction tiny portions of their properties was very unbalancing. As a safeguard for the daedra, they bound Vedaa's life force with Juliana's. If one died, so did the other. When Akatosh learned of this creation, he threatened to destroy it. Mara & Dibella beckoned to let their creation live, as they felt this creation was superior to the one Julianos made. However, there cannot be 2 Nerevarines in the Mundus. Akatosh grumbled and knew what he had to do; break the dragon. Time being a convoluted mess as it is, was not something with which to be tampered. In order to keep both creations yet have there only be one Nerevarine, Akatosh mustered his powers to split the mortal realm into two separate dimensions within each other, much like how two points on an axis can be at two different spots on the adjacent axis. Both mortals were transferred to Nirn; Juliana, the Aedric offspring representing Stasis, and Vedaa, the Daedric offspring representing Chaos. Both girls eventually defeated Dagoth Ur, though at different times. However, with time being contorted and broken, Azura was able to visit both Neravarines in their separate dimensions at the same time from her realm, yet it was two completely different moments of time in the mortal realm (think of a string wrapped around a ball and merging the two points together over the same spot). After the Nerevarine prophecies were fulfilled, they went about their lives. Juliana, being born from the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, was ever so avaricious for learning her history and reason for coming into being. She eventually learned of the existence of her counterpart and somehow made it across to the "other side", into Vedaa's dimension. Once that happened, Akatosh was able to bring the split realm of Mundus together, letting Juliana's old dimension dissipate with Vedaa's being the true one. In this dimension, Juliana was no longer the Nerevarine and the people she once knew now had now never seen her before. Neither of them became the Champion of Cyrodiil for neither of them were imprisoned in the Imperial City dungeons and sent on the task to find the heir of the Emperor. Both girls were in completely different locations during these times, going about their normal lives.


Personality: Vedaa thinks very highly of herself. She knows she is gorgeous and she knows she is the best magician the planet has ever had. She can be feisty when things do not go her way. Her temper in the past has interfered with her casting abilities. She's quick to think and often doesn't reason out things. She is extremely emotion and takes things very personally. She can be your best friend or your worst enemy. Her heart is very fragile. She's been with hundreds of men and women but has only been in love a few times. Her biggest love was with Juliana. She'll do anything for people she loves or looks highly upon or has high respect for. She has been deceitful and lied many a times to those upon whom she frowned or had been hurt and embarrassed by. In many ways, she is a typical teenage girl; frivolous, careless, focused on herself and what she wants. However, she does possess many mature grown-up qualities that appeal to patriarchs in guilds and other such high ranking officials. She is intelligent enough to hold an intellectual conversation with people. She likes to joke and has a raunchy sense of humor, though at times it can be very childish and even nonsensical. When meeting new people, depending on their race, she'll either be quiet & reserved or loquacious & outwards.


Other: She has a critically low tolerance to magic-based spells. She contracts diseases very easily and becomes sick frequently. Being a divine creation, she is able to naturally absorb magicka that emanates from Aetherius. Unfortunately, it makes her profusely weak to offensive spells that are cast upon her. She is not strong enough to naturally lift daedric armor or weapons. She can hardly pick up adamantium and orcish weapons & armor. She is more akin to High Elves than Dark Elves despite the fact she is a Dark Elf herself.

Name: Marcus Lowe
Gender: Male
Race: Imperial/Breton mix
Age: 31
Appearance: 6’2”. Blackish-brown, straw-like hair that covers his ears and neck. Lean build with a decent amount of muscle mass and broad shoulders. Brown eyes, somewhat fair skin.
Class: Ranger/Mage, or something like that.
Lifestyle: Marcus has no home. He tends to wander from place to place, and has few real friends. He will often do menial jobs for enough money to keep himself sustained in his travels. Once in a while he’ll pick up a fighter’s guild job to get quick cash. As a vagabond, he always carries some kind of weapon to defend himself, although he can use magic effectively in combat if need be.
Equipment: Thick burgundy coat, leather boots, leather gloves, silver shortsword kept on the inside of his coat, small sack containing septims and other essentials, fastened to belt by a drawstring.
Starting location: Mountains North of Bruma.
Background: Marcus is the son of a Breton nobleman, who had taught him magic from a very young age. His parents were killed in a riot when he was nineteen, at which point he left home and settled in a small farming village. At the age of 25 he ran into some trouble with the townsfolk, so he left the village and began his life as a wanderer.
Personality: Marcus is rather reserved; he understands that his lifestyle demands that he keep personal attachments to a minimum. As a result, he has never really had a close relationship with anybody for years. He has, of course, made a few friends, or even traveled with others for a while, but never for long enough to have cemented some kind of relationship with them.
Otherwise, Marcus is a pretty amicable person. If he thinks you’re a decent person, he’ll be perfectly friendly for the short time you’ll know him for.
Other: He doesn’t like cities too much. Marcs will usually just stay in one for a day or two for a job or to resupply.

Name: Jean le Vulpe (formerly Philipe Porthos)

Gender: Male

Race: Breton

Age: 19

Appearance: Jean is 6"7 with an average build. He has short, straight brown hair and hazel eyes and clean cut. He has "perfect" teeth. Jean is innocent-looking and smooth-skinned. Jean has a slight tan.

Class: Mage (Mages Guild)

Lifestyle: A musician, artist and a mage apprentice. He likes adventuring and wandering, but being a mage apprentice keeps him from doing so. Sometimes, Philipe goes out to gather "ingredients" for alchemy. Lives in Bruma alone. To get money, Jean plays his music in the City, but always arrives home with 10 or so septims.

Equipment: A white shirt with a brown vest over and dark brown trousers with old, worn, black leather boots. He carries a silver short sword and sleeps with an iron dagger. 200 septims in his money bag. A small, blank book in which he draws and a pencil.

Starting location: Outside Bruma, going into the Mages Guild

Background: Orphaned at a young age and left in the streets, he became a pickpocket and theif, often stealing bread and other foods from inns. He killed a beggar to put him out of his "misery" and took the dead man's bedroll and the little food he had. He was recruited by the Dark Brotherhood, and finding this as an opportunity to live under a roof, have food in his belly and finally have a "family", he took the offer. At 16, Jean decided to drop his "way of Sithis" and change his ways after and ran away from the Brotherhood. He changed his name from "Philipe Pothos" to Jean le Vulpe. He now lives in a different town (Bruma) under a false name.

Personality: Jean is extremely paranoid, and thinks the Brotherhood is coming after him, which is why he sleeps with a dagger. He is cautious about everything and doesnt like taking risk. Jean makes snide and sarcastic jokes and comments often that can sometimes be considered rude. Can be annoiying sometimes. He is immature for his age. Jean doesen't give up on his job at hand. He prefers to stay away from combat, but he can defend himself. Jean is very secrective, even to his friends. It takes a while to earn the trust of Jean.

Name: Vedaa Addammassar, adopted daughter of Ashlandic Dunmer, Ahti & Zebnannamu-Ilu Addammassar.

Gender: Female

Race: Dark Elf

Age: 24

Class: Sorceress

Birthsign: The Serpent

Appearance: Vedaa is a little short for her age; about 4'10". Her soft skin is a light blue with lips dark like ashes. Her build is healthy but slim. She is stunning to look at; her She is physically weak and one would not think she did much adventuring by looking at her. Her preferred hair style is a short pixie cut. Her eyes are big and beautiful, mesmerizing at times; their color being a dark shade of burgundy. Being an Ashlander native to Summerset Isle, she has an accent that still lingers in her high-pitched, child-like, girly voice.

Equipment: Her grimoire and a Nordic white wolf fur ensemble and boots. No armor, no weapons, no scrolls, no soul gems, no lockpicks, no probes. Only a backpack with supplies, money and a change of clothes.

Starting Location: Olav's Tap and Tack inn, Bruma.

Lifestyle: The things she yearns for most in life are playing with magic, music, parties, six and hallucinogenic drugs such as the native mushrooms of Morrowind or the psychadelic roots, vines and plants that grow in the dense forests of Summerset, Valenwood and Elsweyr. One of her pleasures is being under the influence and creating new spells in her grimoires. She considers herself very similar to a composer of music. Her greatest and most studied colleges of magic are Mysticism, Alteration and Illusion with enchanting being the least studied. She studies all, though, including Necromancy. She prefers to use her magic for practical uses and to create mind-altering visuals. She has performed spectacular shows with large musical ensembles. She has made good commissions from her magical performances and has sold the written drafts of her incantations to the Empire for their own use. Some spells she has tried to make were illegal, like the conjuration of gold coins (septims). At parties, she likes to meet new people and dance. If musicians are present, she'll attempt to win their favor by talking musical jargon or playing her violin. Her 2nd adopted parents were both exceptional musicians, her father being a violinist and her mother being an operatic singer. (Her first adopted parents were Ashlanders living in the wilderness of Summerset). She's mediocre at the violin but definitely not a virtuoso. As far as guilds, she has been in the Thieves, Fighters, Mages, prosttutes and probably some other faction in Summerset. She eventually made it to the 2nd highest rank in the Mages Guild, but only after years of having to prove herself. While her magical abilities weren't in question, it was her choices of action and her decision making that held her back. Not to mention her spiteful and childish attitude. She was banned a couple times before and has had to regain her way up the ranks.


Background: She procreated out of the interplay of the Aedra and Daedra. A girl named Juliana was created (for the 3rd time) by Julianos who was beseeched by Dowager Queen Barenziah, in an attempt to fulfill the Nerevarine prophecies. After Juliana's creation, the Daedra felt threatened and jealous. Being rivals of their Aedric counterparts, they felt the need to dip their finger in the pot as well. Not wanting to physically give any of their strength or powers to create a mortal, they enticed and seduced Mara and Dibella into creating this champion with them, without the other aedra knowing. Pouring into this concoction tiny portions of their properties was very unbalancing. As a safeguard for the daedra, they bound Vedaa's life force with Juliana's. If one died, so did the other. When Akatosh learned of this creation, he threatened to destroy it. Mara & Dibella beckoned to let their creation live, as they felt this creation was superior to the one Julianos made. However, there cannot be 2 Nerevarines in the Mundus. Akatosh grumbled and knew what he had to do; break the dragon. Time being a convoluted mess as it is, was not something with which to be tampered. In order to keep both creations yet have there only be one Nerevarine, Akatosh mustered his powers to split the mortal realm into two separate dimensions within each other, much like how two points on an axis can be at two different spots on the adjacent axis. Both mortals were transferred to Nirn; Juliana, the Aedric offspring representing Stasis, and Vedaa, the Daedric offspring representing Chaos. Both girls eventually defeated Dagoth Ur, though at different times. However, with time being contorted and broken, Azura was able to visit both Neravarines in their separate dimensions at the same time from her realm, yet it was two completely different moments of time in the mortal realm (think of a string wrapped around a ball and merging the two points together over the same spot). After the Nerevarine prophecies were fulfilled, they went about their lives. Juliana, being born from the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, was ever so avaricious for learning her history and reason for coming into being. She eventually learned of the existence of her counterpart and somehow made it across to the "other side", into Vedaa's dimension. Once that happened, Akatosh was able to bring the split realm of Mundus together, letting Juliana's old dimension dissipate with Vedaa's being the true one. In this dimension, Juliana was no longer the Nerevarine and the people she once knew now had now never seen her before. Neither of them became the Champion of Cyrodiil for neither of them were imprisoned in the Imperial City dungeons and sent on the task to find the heir of the Emperor. Both girls were in completely different locations during these times, going about their normal lives.


Personality: Vedaa thinks very highly of herself. She knows she is gorgeous and she knows she is the best magician the planet has ever had. She can be feisty when things do not go her way. Her temper in the past has interfered with her casting abilities. She's quick to think and often doesn't reason out things. She is extremely emotion and takes things very personally. She can be your best friend or your worst enemy. Her heart is very fragile. She's been with hundreds of men and women but has only been in love a few times. Her biggest love was with Juliana. She'll do anything for people she loves or looks highly upon or has high respect for. She has been deceitful and lied many a times to those upon whom she frowned or had been hurt and embarrassed by. In many ways, she is a typical teenage girl; frivolous, careless, focused on herself and what she wants. However, she does possess many mature grown-up qualities that appeal to patriarchs in guilds and other such high ranking officials. She is intelligent enough to hold an intellectual conversation with people. She likes to joke and has a raunchy sense of humor, though at times it can be very childish and even nonsensical. When meeting new people, depending on their race, she'll either be quiet & reserved or loquacious & outwards.


Other: She has a critically low tolerance to magic-based spells. She contracts diseases very easily and becomes sick frequently. Being a divine creation, she is able to naturally absorb magicka that emanates from Aetherius. Unfortunately, it makes her profusely weak to offensive spells that are cast upon her. She is not strong enough to naturally lift daedric armor or weapons. She can hardly pick up adamantium and orcish weapons & armor. She is more akin to High Elves than Dark Elves despite the fact she is a Dark Elf herself.

Name: Marcus Lowe
Gender: Male
Race: Imperial/Breton mix
Age: 31
Appearance: 6’2”. Blackish-brown, straw-like hair that covers his ears and neck. Lean build with a decent amount of muscle mass and broad shoulders. Brown eyes, somewhat fair skin.
Class: Ranger/Mage, or something like that.
Lifestyle: Marcus has no home. He tends to wander from place to place, and has few real friends. He will often do menial jobs for enough money to keep himself sustained in his travels. Once in a while he’ll pick up a fighter’s guild job to get quick cash. As a vagabond, he always carries some kind of weapon to defend himself, although he can use magic effectively in combat if need be.
Equipment: Thick burgundy coat, leather boots, leather gloves, silver shortsword kept on the inside of his coat, small sack containing septims and other essentials, fastened to belt by a drawstring.
Starting location: Mountains North of Bruma.
Background: Marcus is the son of a Breton nobleman, who had taught him magic from a very young age. His parents were killed in a riot when he was nineteen, at which point he left home and settled in a small farming village. At the age of 25 he ran into some trouble with the townsfolk, so he left the village and began his life as a wanderer.
Personality: Marcus is rather reserved; he understands that his lifestyle demands that he keep personal attachments to a minimum. As a result, he has never really had a close relationship with anybody for years. He has, of course, made a few friends, or even traveled with others for a while, but never for long enough to have cemented some kind of relationship with them.
Otherwise, Marcus is a pretty amicable person. If he thinks you’re a decent person, he’ll be perfectly friendly for the short time you’ll know him for.
Other: He doesn’t like cities too much. Marcus will usually just stay in one for a day or two for a job or to resupply.

Name: Jean le Vulpe (formerly Philipe Porthos)

Gender: Male

Race: Breton

Age: 19

Appearance: Jean is 6"7 with an average build. He has short, straight brown hair and hazel eyes and clean cut. He has "perfect" teeth. Jean is innocent-looking and smooth-skinned. Jean has a slight tan.

Class: Mage (Mages Guild)

Lifestyle: A musician, artist and a mage apprentice. He likes adventuring and wandering, but being a mage apprentice keeps him from doing so. Sometimes, Philipe goes out to gather "ingredients" for alchemy. Lives in Bruma alone. To get money, Jean plays his music in the City, but always arrives home with 10 or so septims.

Equipment: A white shirt with a brown vest over and dark brown trousers with old, worn, black leather boots. He carries a silver short sword and sleeps with an iron dagger. 200 septims in his money bag. A small, blank book in which he draws and a pencil.

Starting location: Outside Bruma, going into the Mages Guild

Background: Orphaned at a young age and left in the streets, he became a pickpocket and theif, often stealing bread and other foods from inns. He killed a beggar to put him out of his "misery" and took the dead man's bedroll and the little food he had. He was recruited by the Dark Brotherhood, and finding this as an opportunity to live under a roof, have food in his belly and finally have a "family", he took the offer. At 16, Jean decided to drop his "way of Sithis" and change his ways after and ran away from the Brotherhood. He changed his name from "Philipe Pothos" to Jean le Vulpe. He now lives in a different town (Bruma) under a false name.

Personality: Jean is extremely paranoid, and thinks the Brotherhood is coming after him, which is why he sleeps with a dagger. He is cautious about everything and doesnt like taking risk. Jean makes snide and sarcastic jokes and comments often that can sometimes be considered rude. Can be annoiying sometimes. He is immature for his age. Jean doesen't give up on his job at hand. He prefers to stay away from combat, but he can defend himself. Jean is very secrective, even to his friends. It takes a while to earn the trust of Jean.

Name: Namera (Full name is unknown and probably unpronounceable)

Gender: Female

Race: Argonian

Age: 22

Appearance: While she is an attractive young lass by Argonian standards, Namera is rather gaunt and lithe is some areas where one normally wouldn't. Her scales are a variety of color, however the harsh cold of Bruma has had an effect on her appearance -- reducing the "glowing" perspective of her scales down to pale colors.
What were once shining, the gradient arrays of black, green and red scales that ran across Namera's body have been molded down to a slightly grotesque paler and even darker complexity. In some areas washed out reddish gray and purple are dominate. Her claws are finely trimmed and sharpened, however retain enough length to be weaponized.

Despite how Cyrodillic Argonians appear, Namera heavily retains a more reptilian appearance of her people due to her heritage. Her tail is fairly lengthy and thin, with small spiked ridges covering it from start to tip. The lizard's legs are digitigrade, meaning they are bent back like certain argonian variants present in Morrowind. Of course, while she can't wear boots designed for human-like feet, Namera has devised "feet-gloves" to keep her feet warm whilst letting her claws poke comfortably.
Last but not least, her eyes glow a bright yellowish-orange that seems to pierce the night and a pair of rather long and lithe fins poke out of the sides of her head. They seem to react to her emotions and moods similar to a dogs tail or a cats ears, usually flicking or twitching slightly when annoyed or drooping downwards when sad or depressed.

Class: Doctor

Lifestyle: Freelance artist and alchemist

Equipment: Fur, lots and lots of fur clothing and armor. Her multiple jobs allow her to keep a somewhat decent amount of Septims and buy enough food and firewood to last her a few months. The only weapons she seems to carry is a short steel dagger and a shortsword of the same materiel although knowing how to use them is a different story. Nemera also keeps a small leather satchel with her for when she goes out looking for ingredients.

Skills:
Alchemy: Years of practicing, farming and exploring the surrounding forests for exotic ingredients have made Namera an Expert in the fields of Alchemy. She can, with keen eyes and nimble fingers mix powerful elixirs with effects ranging from stamina (think like an energy potion), health and even potions to stimulate certain parts of the mind, such as strength, nimbleness and even overall intelligence.

Destruction: While Magicka isn't her strong suit, Namera can still managed to hurl painful magickal attacks at her foes. Specifically, lighting. While it isn't enough to kill, it can at least send a painful shock through her opponents body telling them to back off. She can also hurl fireballs, however accuracy and precision leaves a lot to be desired. All in all, she is an Apprentice and practices whenever she can.

Restoration: Same as destruction, Namera cannot use complex spells however can muster enough strength to heal a crippling but not fatal wound. It is hard to find subjects for her to practice on, but the argonian has a small reputation for healing small injuries on children or drunks that decide to start fights in Olav's bar and lose.

Athletics & Acrobatics: Throughout her life, Namera has kept the mindset to exercise and stay as fit as she can. As a result, she is thin and light weight. She eats regularly, but makes sure not too overindulge herself and makes sure to eat healthy foods and avoid things like alcohol, drugs and otherwise unhealthy food.

Misc Skills: Cooking and a strong knack for Art.

Starting location: Bruma (Seems to be where everyone is anyway)

Background: Born and raised in the fringes of the Black Marsh, Namera's parents were simple merchants at the time. They were suffering from intolerable economic droughts and violence in the region that they decided to make a break for Cyrodiil; a land where they stood more a firm chance at life. Before they even made it to the border, raiders descended upon their caravan like a group of wolves ambushing their prey.
Namera's father was brutally murdered, attempting to buy time for his wife to flee with their child. Though time was not on their side. Before she could make it too the safety of the treeline, Namera's mother was struck with an arrow, placing itself between her shoulder blades.

It was a fatal wound, but that did not break her will to survive. The argonian maiden lumbered her way for several days, injured, starving and caring for a child. While she didn't bother to rest, Namera's mother knew her life would soon end but struggled with what strength she had to save the life of her young daughter. Eventually, the wound gave in.
While walking through a peaceful clearing, the argonian collapsed on her side, using her last bits of life to give her child one last hug before succumbing to her grave wound, oblivious that she had made it into Cyrodiil and just ahead of the clearing was the main road to Leyawiin.

Call it fate, call it luck, call it coincidence. An Altmer couple had been passing through the road at the time, they were a traveling family at the time, trying to find a safe home to live while grieving for the loss of their own sibling that had died in childbirth. They heard the distance cries of a baby, the husband descended into the forest to investigate, drawing his sword and preparing himself for some sort of conflict. Instead, he discovered the corpse of an argonian women and a child clutched in her arms, still alive and crying. Namera's mother was properly buried where she had died, and the elven couple adopted the reptilian baby, raising her as best to their abilities.

As she grew, Namera began to build a natural liking to art and would spend hours upon hours painting whatever she saw whether it was people, plants, objects or animals. With the help of her new parents, the lass learned a lot about farming and alchemy and eventually delved into those arts as well. They even tried to teach her about Magicka, of course it seemed that wasn't her best field of expertise. When the time came, Namera kissed her parents goodbye and set off to explore Cyrodiil.

She stuck closely to the roads, occasionally traveling with groups of passer-byes for safety and fear of being robbed by bandits. By the time she reached her twenties, Namera had settled down in Bruma, where she rented a room at Olav's Tavern, even managing to be hired by the Nord and now runs many errands for him. It was here where she learned how to cook, badly at first but grew into a decent chef after a few years of practice. She still keeps in touch with her parents in Leyawiin and misses them deeply.

Personality: Generally upbeat and positive, Namera is social, polite and generous. While she generally frowns upon violence, she will (attempt) to fight if she has no alternative. The argonian prefers to be int he company of others, as being alone for too long makes her frightened and incredibly paranoid. Unlike other Argonians, Namera tries to be friends with everyone and avoids getting on their badsides. She's talkative for the lack of a better word, sometimes shy when she meets strangers although if deems them worthy she will try to befriend them.

Despite what her outside mindset tells you, Namera secretly craves some sort of adventure. Working several years in the worlds coldest area (in her opinion) with no vacations puts those thoughts into anyone's mind.

Other:
-Hate's mushrooms with a burning passion
-Can't ride a horse to save her life
-Is a fairly decent dancer

Name: Thalamas Dren (simply known as ‘Dren’ to most)
Gender: Male
Race: Dunmer
Age: 43

Appearance: Just about six feet tall, slightly above average for a Dunmer. He is slender, but built athletically. Possesses an intimidating face with striking blood red eyes, a flat nose, short black hair, and a pointed chin. Skin is a pale blue which shows no sign of weathering; has a tattoo of a pair of tongs on his back, each tong standing for the ‘Commona Tong’ and the ‘Morag Tong’, both of which he is a member.

Class: Ordinator in Mourning (of Necrom)

Lifestyle: Born into the highly aristocratic and renown Dren family. He has spent most of his life between his time as an ordinator and the traditional trappings of upper-class Dunmer society. Now he is neither the latter or the former. Thalamas’ wealth and prestige extends as far as the apparel he wears, but he has no fortunes back home. The current situation in Morrowind caused him to forfeit his career as an ordinator, because he felt that he no longer lived in the country that he once loved. With the death of the Tribunal, he still honors them, but only prays to Azura now.

Equipment: The most valuable item is a family heirloom, a Mask of Indoril Nerevar. The design is the same as an ordinator’s helm, the head of a Dunmer with a mohawk. The Mask is constructed of multiple thin layers of ebony with rich jewels encrusted on the outline of the face. The mohawk is made of glass derived from the Dren family mines at Red Mountain. It is Thalamas’ most treasured item.

In conjunction with the Dren’s wealth, his ebony armor is built in the mold of the High Ordinators of Mournhold. It was personally tailored for him by removing the greaves and any armor near the joints, as well as built thinner and lighter. With these modifications it is not nearly as resilient as regular ebony armor, but is still more serviceable than steel. The right gauntlet has the design of a crescent moon carved into it, and the left gauntlet has a design of a star carved into, they are the signs of Azura.

Thalamas’ weapon of choice is an ebony scimitar that is standard issue to the Ordinators in Mourning. The handle of the scimitar imitates bone, in respect to the dead that reside in Necrom.

When traveling, he wears a tan cloak with a mosaic of Vivec, Almalexia, and Sotha Sil on the back. Other miscellaneous items include a waterskin, a bottle of shein, a map, a pouch of drakes, some kwama eggs, and a torch.

Starting location: Bruma

Background:
A member of the prestigious Indoril Dren family. The Indoril Dren are loosely related to the Hlaalu Dren family (Duke Venim Dren of Vvardenfell). The wealth of Thalamas’ family has been forever tied to the prosperity of Morrowind itself. They were heavily involved with glass and ebony mining, the slave trade, slave plantations, kwama mines, and banking. In addition to their mercantilist empire, they were also famous for their wide support of the Temple and House Indoril.

Thalamas grew up under the influence of his families power and was shoehorned into his duties as a protector of the Temple and Dunmer society. That is not to say he did not willingly commit to this life, but rather that his fate was determined before his birth. In the years between his childhood and his ascendance to the position of ordinator, he became an active member of the Morag and Commona Tong. The racism and xenophobia of the Commona Tong channeled the mental angst of his youth. The sheer adrenaline and sensation of carrying out Morag Tong contracts fulfilled his desire to leave his mark on society.

From his early childhood, he was chosen to one day become part of the Hand of Almalexia. It was an honor above all others to serve and defend the immaculate and merciful goddess. During his waiting years before being inducted into the Hand, he served as an Ordinator in Mourning of Necrom. The city of Necrom was the holy resting place of Dunmer ancestors. As sacred of a duty it was, he did not want to stay in Necrom for the rest of his life.

The monotony of his career was broken when the death of Almalexia severed his dream of serving the goddess. The repercussions of the fall of the Tribunal led to the collapse of House Indoril. King Helseth, now possessing absolute power, abolished slavery. The economic impact of the ban on slavery left his families’ empire in ruin. The three most valuable commodities to the Dren family; the Temple, House Indoril, and wealth, were all destroyed. Many in his family chose ritual suicide over the embarrassment of their situation. His uncle, Fadril Dren, attempted to maintain the slave plantations by claiming that the abolishment of slavery violated the Treaty of the Armistice. Fadril Dren was arrested and charged for ‘uncivil crimes against citizens of the Empire’.

The Dren Estate east of Mournhold was abandoned when the newly freed slaves stormed it and burned it to the ground. Thalamas no longer had a place to call ‘home’. This land, these people, this Empire, was not the Morrowind that he knew. He left the land he used to call ‘home’ with only the Daedric deity, Azura, as his guide.

Personality: His upbringing only fostered the racism and xenophobia rooted in Dunmer society. He does not pity the poor, but prefers even the most desolate Dunmer over the richest Argonian. Despite his xenophobia, he is rather cunning and level headed. Nice is certainly not an adjective used to describe him, but he is kind to those that he is close to and respects. He usually knows when to hold back his tongue from intervening with promising prospects. However, he is not averted to letting his tongue roll and composing a symphony of insults that even a deaf man would struggle to ignore.

Other:
- Heavily interested in Yokudan weaponry, fighting techniques, and history

Name: Vedaa Addammassar, adopted daughter of Ashlandic Dunmer, Ahti & Zebnannamu-Ilu Addammassar.

Gender: Female

Race: Dark Elf

Age: 24

Class: Sorceress

Birthsign: The Serpent

Appearance: Vedaa is a little short for her age; about 4'10". Her soft skin is a light blue with lips dark like ashes. Her build is healthy but slim. She is stunning to look at; her She is physically weak and one would not think she did much adventuring by looking at her. Her preferred hair style is a short pixie cut. Her eyes are big and beautiful, mesmerizing at times; their color being a dark shade of burgundy. Being an Ashlander native to Summerset Isle, she has an accent that still lingers in her high-pitched, child-like, girly voice.

Equipment: Her grimoire and a Nordic white wolf fur ensemble and boots. No armor, no weapons, no scrolls, no soul gems, no lockpicks, no probes. Only a backpack with supplies, money and a change of clothes.

Starting Location: Olav's Tap and Tack inn, Bruma.

Lifestyle: The things she yearns for most in life are playing with magic, music, parties, six and hallucinogenic drugs such as the native mushrooms of Morrowind or the psychadelic roots, vines and plants that grow in the dense forests of Summerset, Valenwood and Elsweyr. One of her pleasures is being under the influence and creating new spells in her grimoires. She considers herself very similar to a composer of music. Her greatest and most studied colleges of magic are Mysticism, Alteration and Illusion with enchanting being the least studied. She studies all, though, including Necromancy. She prefers to use her magic for practical uses and to create mind-altering visuals. She has performed spectacular shows with large musical ensembles. She has made good commissions from her magical performances and has sold the written drafts of her incantations to the Empire for their own use. Some spells she has tried to make were illegal, like the conjuration of gold coins (septims). At parties, she likes to meet new people and dance. If musicians are present, she'll attempt to win their favor by talking musical jargon or playing her violin. Her 2nd adopted parents were both exceptional musicians, her father being a violinist and her mother being an operatic singer. (Her first adopted parents were Ashlanders living in the wilderness of Summerset). She's mediocre at the violin but definitely not a virtuoso. As far as guilds, she has been in the Thieves, Fighters, Mages, prosttutes and probably some other faction in Summerset. She eventually made it to the 2nd highest rank in the Mages Guild, but only after years of having to prove herself. While her magical abilities weren't in question, it was her choices of action and her decision making that held her back. Not to mention her spiteful and childish attitude. She was banned a couple times before and has had to regain her way up the ranks.


Background: She procreated out of the interplay of the Aedra and Daedra. A girl named Juliana was created (for the 3rd time) by Julianos who was beseeched by Dowager Queen Barenziah, in an attempt to fulfill the Nerevarine prophecies. After Juliana's creation, the Daedra felt threatened and jealous. Being rivals of their Aedric counterparts, they felt the need to dip their finger in the pot as well. Not wanting to physically give any of their strength or powers to create a mortal, they enticed and seduced Mara and Dibella into creating this champion with them, without the other aedra knowing. Pouring into this concoction tiny portions of their properties was very unbalancing. As a safeguard for the daedra, they bound Vedaa's life force with Juliana's. If one died, so did the other. When Akatosh learned of this creation, he threatened to destroy it. Mara & Dibella beckoned to let their creation live, as they felt this creation was superior to the one Julianos made. However, there cannot be 2 Nerevarines in the Mundus. Akatosh grumbled and knew what he had to do; break the dragon. Time being a convoluted mess as it is, was not something with which to be tampered. In order to keep both creations yet have there only be one Nerevarine, Akatosh mustered his powers to split the mortal realm into two separate dimensions within each other, much like how two points on an axis can be at two different spots on the adjacent axis. Both mortals were transferred to Nirn; Juliana, the Aedric offspring representing Stasis, and Vedaa, the Daedric offspring representing Chaos. Both girls eventually defeated Dagoth Ur, though at different times. However, with time being contorted and broken, Azura was able to visit both Neravarines in their separate dimensions at the same time from her realm, yet it was two completely different moments of time in the mortal realm (think of a string wrapped around a ball and merging the two points together over the same spot). After the Nerevarine prophecies were fulfilled, they went about their lives. Juliana, being born from the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, was ever so avaricious for learning her history and reason for coming into being. She eventually learned of the existence of her counterpart and somehow made it across to the "other side", into Vedaa's dimension. Once that happened, Akatosh was able to bring the split realm of Mundus together, letting Juliana's old dimension dissipate with Vedaa's being the true one. In this dimension, Juliana was no longer the Nerevarine and the people she once knew now had now never seen her before. Neither of them became the Champion of Cyrodiil for neither of them were imprisoned in the Imperial City dungeons and sent on the task to find the heir of the Emperor. Both girls were in completely different locations during these times, going about their normal lives.


Personality: Vedaa thinks very highly of herself. She knows she is gorgeous and she knows she is the best magician the planet has ever had. She can be feisty when things do not go her way. Her temper in the past has interfered with her casting abilities. She's quick to think and often doesn't reason out things. She is extremely emotion and takes things very personally. She can be your best friend or your worst enemy. Her heart is very fragile. She's been with hundreds of men and women but has only been in love a few times. Her biggest love was with Juliana. She'll do anything for people she loves or looks highly upon or has high respect for. She has been deceitful and lied many a times to those upon whom she frowned or had been hurt and embarrassed by. In many ways, she is a typical teenage girl; frivolous, careless, focused on herself and what she wants. However, she does possess many mature grown-up qualities that appeal to patriarchs in guilds and other such high ranking officials. She is intelligent enough to hold an intellectual conversation with people. She likes to joke and has a raunchy sense of humor, though at times it can be very childish and even nonsensical. When meeting new people, depending on their race, she'll either be quiet & reserved or loquacious & outwards.


Other: She has a critically low tolerance to magic-based spells. She contracts diseases very easily and becomes sick frequently. Being a divine creation, she is able to naturally absorb magicka that emanates from Aetherius. Unfortunately, it makes her profusely weak to offensive spells that are cast upon her. She is not strong enough to naturally lift daedric armor or weapons. She can hardly pick up adamantium and orcish weapons & armor. She is more akin to High Elves than Dark Elves despite the fact she is a Dark Elf herself.

Name: Thilbault Ancois

Gender: Male

Race: Breton

Age: 68

Appearance:
Hair: Bushy and unkempt, an ugly rat-like grey, that might once of been a thick brown. A bald spot is appearing around the crown, and a few silver hairs appearing here and there.
Face: Has a flat and bent nose that has been broken on many occasions. He has large murky blue eyes that dominate his face, and has bushy eyebrows and dark under eyes that contrast them. He has tight lips, and a thick goatee. Wrinkles plague his face.
Build: Surprisingly stocky, and for his age, has well developed muscles, and is intimidating. Looks like a mountain man.
Height: 1.84m/6foot (I think)
Class: Doesn’t really have a ‘class’, sort of a battlemage
Skilled in the arts of Axe – Educated from a young age, was taught the art from his father, who always dreamed of having a warrior son, Speechcraft - As a politician, he needs to speak well, Athletics – Thilbault has always been a great runner and swimmer, and is naturally talented, Illusion, Destruction and Conjuration – Bretons are always skilled at magic, and Thilbault specialises in the above skills.

Lifestyle: A hard worker, Thilbault does whatever possible to get his money - as long as its inside the law. Even though he was poor as a child, his parents taught him morals, and he sticks by those. But when relaxing, he knows how to relax - barely lifting a finger.


Equipment: An Ebony war axe, which he was given for his services at Castle Farrun, 8 years ago. Otherwise, he dresses like a noble man, in a Green Brocade Doublet, with an Ebony Cuirass underneath, to protect him from attacks when he is out in the wild. Wears fine silk pants, and leather boots. He has a fine Jewelled Amulet enchanted with Fire Shield, Frost Shield and Shock Shield. He also carries a worn, grey jacket, to keep him warm when he is in the north, and a fur hat, to keep his ears from freezing off. Carries a coin purse around.

Starting Location: Olav’s Tap and Tack, Bruma.

Background: Born into a mining family, it was always Thilbault’s dream to enter the mine. His childhood was fine, he lived in lower-class family, on the outskirts of Farrun, the youngest of seven children, 4 boys, 3 girls, he was always left with scraps at a young age. But he taught himself to manipulate and persuade people, tricking his siblings into giving him their supper, and pressuring the other children at the school into giving him their Sweetrolls. Despite being in a poor family – his father in the mines for 8 months of the year, and only getting paid 100 septims each year, his mother had to make the money in the mean time, she took up farming, and sold her wares at the market, often coming back with less than 5 drakes – they still led a happy life, and the Ancois’ always believed in education, so they made sure that the children went to school to learn.
Despite being extremely intelligent, Thilbault wanted nothing more then to work in the mine, with his brothers and fathers, and when he was 12, Thilbault desperately begged his father to teach him how to use an Axe. And so each day when he got home from school and his father was home, they practiced using an axe, all night. By the age 15, Thilbault was a master, and could most likely kill anyone with a couple of hacks from his iron war axe.
At 18, Thilbault entered the local Silver Mine – Storig mine – and fell in love with the profession, despite the horrible conditions and poor pay. Whilst making his way to his home after a year in the mine, he wandered past an Ebony mine, and saw the beautiful material, and instantly knew he wanted to work in the mine. The next year, he left Storig Mine, to work in the Ebony mine, but was still angry at the poor pay and conditions. So after years of frustration, Thilbault led an army of miners to Castle Farrun, demanding better pay, and the King listened, raising the pay for all miners in County Farrun by 250 gold per year. But Thilbault was never to return to the mine. During the negotiations for the miners pay, King Alphonse was impressed with Thilbault’s speaking skills, and for 28 years, Thilbault was the chief advisor and negotiation in County Farrun, helping to resolve conflicts, and was strategical advisor to King Alphonse Encis during his war against the King of Solitude in 3E 425. Five years later, Thilbault retired, and was given an Ebony War Axe, as a parting gift. But before retiring completely, Thilbault wanted to work in the mines again, but also see the world. So after 4 years of working in an Ebony mine near Taneth, he decided to go to Cyrodiil, and was working as a Mine manager for Derelict mine near Cheydinhal for 3 years, heard there was a recent influx of Ebony found in Skyrim, and made his way to Bruma, where he is now.

Personality: A friendly, intelligent man, but doesn’t have much friends, a result of working in mines, and his imposing stature. So most of the day, Thilbault just drinks in taverns, trying to make small talk, however people tend to shy away from him, thinking that he may hurt them. As a result, Thilbault isn’t very confident around people, and struggles at making friends.