Name: Katriana "Kat" Inar
Gender: Female
Race: Breton
Age: 26
Appearance: About 5' 7''. She has long and well defined black hair. A bit tanned and has a complexion of a very young girl, about 19-20. Skinny but looks natural and not the "anorexic" type.
Class: Archer(Alignment: Neutral Good)

Lifestyle: Kat used to be a treasure hunter and adventurer before she met Demicus and now lives a sedentary life in Demicus' hometown of Chorrol. She stays in Chorrol for the majority of the time, working part-time as a scout for the Imperial Legion but as a freelance. She goes to Bruma when Demicus doesn't get many contracts and the two can't afford to stay in Chorrol, lest they want to starve during the times when food prices are high.

Equipment: A hand-made bow by Demicus, his father and her father that's both very durable, made of the same platinum like material Demcus' sword is made of, and is enchanted with a health deterioration spell. She usually wears fine leather armor from the neck down and wears a small light and faded pink hat to compliment her. Has a couple lock picks and are very skilled with them.

Starting location: Bruma

Background: Kat was born in the far reaches of High Rock but immigrated to Cyrodiil after her mother created an unorthodox spell. She was hanged and from fear of the same thing happening to them, her father took Kat and fled to Cyrodiil. There, her father took residence in Bruma as the resident scholar, helping the Mage's Guild with his knowledge of "forbidden" magics and relics. Kat on the other hand, was interested in locks, bows, and overall adventuring. When she was old enough, she headed off out of Bruma to seek adventure. Growing up in a very secluded family didn't prepare her for much but the training with bows that she taught herself proved to be more than effective to cut down the occasional highway man.

During the Oblivion crisis and in all the confusion, she was caught by a low ranking bandit and taken to an old abandoned Legion Fort. For three months, she spent most of her time either hiding or being abused by the bandits. After Demicus liberated the slew of bandits with a small squad of Legion soldiers, she insisted to the Legionary soldiers that she wanted to stay with Demicus. The Legionary soldiers reluctantly accepted, not wanting to upset Demicus, who also requested it.

The two immediately got together and became engaged, soon to be married but the stress of having a mercenary fiance wore down on Katriana and she usually requests for many of the low paying contracts to be "canceled", much to her fiance's irritation and anger.

Personality: Kat is upbeat, nice, caring, somewhat sarcastic, and very cocky. However, she's a bit shy and reclusive to strangers and was like that from birth. Kat usually seeks approval from Demicus whenever she does something and wants him to be proud of her no matter what, usually seeking "feedback" for her archery skills and usually, he delivers, praising her. However, on the rare case he does lash out, Kat takes it personally and loses the upbeat attitude for a couple days before recovering.
Other (This applies to anything that does not fall under the above criteria)

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.

Name: Shane Gabriel
Gender: Male
Race: Nord/Imperial
Age: 16 years old

Appearance: Shane could be called a handsome kid. His face wouldn’t exactly stand out in your mind, but it does have a unique quality about it. His nose is slightly bigger than he would like but he doesn’t care much, in fact he makes fun of it often. He has high cheekbones with fairly full cheeks which sink into large dimples when he smiles. His teeth are by no means perfect but his smile has a charming factor to it. He has a strong, cleft chin which seems vaguely heroic.

His hair is dirty blond and falls just above his eyes, barely showing his brow. It also covers his ears and the back of his neck, falling to just above his shoulders. It sticks out slightly at each side of his head but not comically, it just makes his hair style more unique. He leaves it as it looks when he rolls out of bed, but it most resembles the loose hairstyle. His eyes are by far his most striking feature, a piercing gray-blue color that make it seem that he’s looking into you. There is a lot of color mottling, all different shades of blue. However they have a warm feeling to them as if a smile is always just below the surface.

Shane stands at 5’11, just shy of 6 ft and has a very average build, weighing 180 lbs with not an abundance of ripped muscle but not an abundance of fat either. He has broad shoulders that make him seem bigger than he actually is, although he is still a fairly big young man, filling out his frame nicely.

Class: Commoner Knight

Class Description: By all accounts these warriors have no noble birth or line, nor do they live in lavish luxury apart from the occasional duel. These knights are common everyday folk who have trained and learned the ways of the knight, living by the codes of chivalry and knighthood despite their heritage. They could be warriors or barbarians, however they choose to follow moral guidelines and fight for causes, not just fame or for the sake of fighting. While not formal knights, for all intents and purposes they are knights of the people.

Armorer: Shane typically “borrowed” his old man’s sword for training and such, so he learned to repair it to the point that he was none the wiser. When he worked up to using armor, he was given old iron armor that was thrown away by the guard. He did a great job repairing and restoring the old armor, and with all the training sessions and repairing his equipment, he’s become a pretty good armorer.

Alchemy: Shane doesn’t have much knowledge to the subject, but he does know which plants will kill you and which ones will make you better. He’s used a mortar and pestle before and he knows how to mash plants and add water together to make potions and poisons. He figured this would be good to learn, and had to learn a good amount on the subject in order to pursue natural curatives.

Athletics: Shane has always been an active kid. Growing up he played all sorts of games that required a lot of running around. He was never the fastest but he never needed to stop and catch his breath much. He could keep running from dawn ‘till dusk without needing much of a breather. After all his training in heavy armor Shane has become even more fit. He’s gotten faster as well. Also an avid swimmer, Shane has been lovingly called a fish all his life and it’s not without reason.

Blade: Shane is quite skilled with a blade. All his life he’s seen people wielding swords and using them. And ever since he was 12 he’s known how to use one. His skill has increased very quickly as he got older, and he’s quite a natural at it. The blade seems like an extension of his arm when he moves it, cleanly moving it through the air in deadly arcs and thrusts with uncanny precision. He’s fond of redirecting strikes at the last moment to confuse his opponents. Shane is equally fluid with and without a shield, enabling him to fight in a variety of styles. He can use claymores with a high degree of skill, but he prefers smaller, lighter blades. He is a skilled swordsman, but there are many with a higher degree of skill. Talent and practice can’t beat experience.

Block: With or without a shield, Shane can block. No matter what the weapon. Although he does have an easier time while using a shield, he can block most blows by watching his opponent closely and waiting for the right moment to block that will knock them off balance. He’s had as much experience with a shield as he had with a sword, and although he is skilled in theory, his limited experience shows.

Heavy Armor: After training in heavy armor for a few years, Shane has learned how to move like he isn’t wearing anything. Although he is still hindered by the heavy armor as much as anyone, he knows how to move in it and has an easy time with it. He knows his limits but he likes the feel of heavy armor. It gives him a confidence he probably wouldn’t have with light armor. He tried chainmail and it made him a little too shy of the blade so he prefers the heavy armor.

Speechcraft: Shane has always been good at talking. In fact it’s hard to shut him up a lot of the time. But he is known to make very persuasive arguments. He is likable and has a very magnetic personality. He is one of the most charismatic guys you could happen upon, and most people have nothing but good things to say about him. He is also quite funny, and leaves people in stitches a lot of the time. Shane has a clever wit about him, and his sarcasm goes along with his body language to ensure he doesn’t offend.

Lifestyle: Shane travels around alot, looking for ways to earn money, as well as researching alchemical ingredients that possess healing powers. He stays in a place as long as he has work to do, or as long as he is learning something about alchemy. However he also steps in to lend a hand to those that need it, regardless of his pay. Once in a while he stops by the Imperial City and leaves large amounts of septims and a letter with the post, usually taking a letter out as well, so he stays in Cyrodiil if he can help it.

Equipment: Shane’s favorite weapon is a fine steel longsword. He keeps it in the scabbard hanging off his left hip. He enjoys the fluidity and the weighting of the sword, while it still has enough behind it to still do some damage. He has the hilt and scabbard adorned with memories of his family, friends, and his girlfriend. In his paranoia, he keeps a steel dagger hidden on the inside of his left boot just in case he loses his sword.

Shane wears a steel cuirass and steel grieves, nothing particularly special about that. He wears iron gauntlets in place of steel ones (he thinks of them as “glorified mittens”). He enjoys having his fingers free to feel anything he might need to. He also wears iron boots because he once tripped over the point on the toe of a pair of steel boots, and if he did that in battle he would be dead. He doesn’t like wearing a helmet, but again he’s paranoid so he wears a steel one just in case a stray arrow might fly his way. Shane also prefers an iron shield to the steel one, preferring the large round metal to the smaller square of the steel shield.

He keeps a mortar and pestle on him, as well as random alchemical ingredients with healing properties. Shane has several home-brewed potions to heal and invigorate himself or others he may find along his path.

Starting location: Bruma Gates

Background: Shane was born in Chorrol under the Lady constellation. Growing up he guarded this information closely, for the mocking he would receive would be too much for him. Growing up he never had many close friends, and found companionship in his older cousin Nicolas. They were as close as brothers and grew up with each other. However Nicolas was always one step ahead of him in more than age. His father was a renowned knight of Chorrol and as such Nicolas started training at age 13 to become a knight. Shane’s father was a farmer, and as such he would be as well. Nicolas received superior schooling and also went through combat practice, much to Shane’s chagrin. But Nicolas began teaching Shane what he had been learning from his father and other knights. Shane also took to watching the training sessions of other knights as well as Nicolas’ in order to see all he could.

Nicolas was a good teacher. As they grew older, he taught Shane all he learned from his father. Shane and his cousin were nearly equal in skill. It was hard to keep this training secret for long. One day Nicolas’ father, Shane’s uncle heard the clanking of iron and followed the sound to Shane and Nicolas, both in iron armor and sparring with iron shields and swords. He watched in silence and saw that Shane was a promising combatant. After this moment he started inviting Shane to the same training sessions as his cousin. They trained together, no longer in secret, and became the most promising young warriors in all of Tamriel. Shane told his father about his training and was surprised to learn his father used to be a soldier in the Imperial Legion in Skyrim. At this point their training became a family affair, both Shane’s father and uncle teaching he and Nicolas both the knightly ways of combat and the more rugged, proven methods of a military force. In this way, they received the best training possible.

Shane balanced his household farming chores, secondary school at the Chapel of Stendarr, and his combat training for 6 years. He was happy with the way his life was, however one day he realized something was missing. That was the day he met Isabella Taylor. He was taking a break from training, and when a group of kids not much younger than himself. Shane and Nicolas decided to throw pebbles at them. It was all great fun until a young lady saw them doing that. She proceeded to march towards them, and slap Shane across the back of the head. Her name was Isabella. Little did he know it, that was the beginning of the most important relationship he would ever have. After a few weeks of courting, the two began a relationship. They did everything together, and Shane had fun as long as she was around. He started slacking off in school and work, although he always had time for training. It took him two months to fall in love with her, and her even less time. Shane proclaimed his love for her, and she for him, and they became closer than ever. Isabella was Shane’s closest friend and he told her everything without fear. After they were together for nearly a year, Isabella’s grandmother fell ill. Healers across the province couldn’t cure her no matter what they tried. The affliction weighed heavily on Isabella, and in turn weighed on Shane as well. He promised Isabella he would do everything he could to help.

One day a healer from Morrowind came to see Isabella’s grandmother. The healer said it was a rare disease, and she needed many alchemical ingredients in order to concoct a potion to cure her. All together, these ingredients cost a small fortune, much more than they could afford. Shane started working in the fighter’s guild, trying to raise the money needed to get Isabella’s grandmother her treatment. He even began writing stories for the Black Horse Courier, using his writing talent and large vocabulary to bring in another form of income. However it was never enough. So one day Shane decided he would go out into the world and do as much as he could to obtain the gold. He told everyone he thought should know to varying degrees of approval. Isabella was the most vehemently against it, however Shane needed to keep his promise to her and do all he could to do so. And so Shane left his home and his love, venturing out to find enough money, or the materials themselves, in order to keep his promise to his future wife and save her grandmother.

Hearing of the ebony mines in Skyrim, Shane hoped to go find work, as well as steady lodging. In his mind, Isabella would feel more comfortable with him not out in danger, and he would be able to send and recieve messages more often. So he returned to Chorrol briefly before heading up to Skyrim, stopping off in Bruma first...

Personality: Shane thinks of himself as crazy. He has many eccentricities and peculiarities, but he hides them well and seems sane enough. He’s always been a happy kid, and has a cheerful personality. He is quick to smile and laugh, and is quite the optimist about everything. Shane finds comfort in making people laugh and enjoys telling stories and making merry. He jokes that he would’ve been a bard if they weren’t reputed dandies. Shane is slow to anger, and he only has a few things that really set him off. Most things roll right off his back but when something hits close to home he has more trouble shrugging it off. He possesses a great sensitivity and empathy to those around him. Shane is naturally gifted at reading body language, and that enables him to tell how a person is feeling without even talking to them. He is very sarcastic, and although sometimes he finds the wrong moments for it, it always has good-natured intentions. Shane also possesses a great curiosity about most things. He is eager to learn new and interesting things about people or random topics. This curiosity resulted in Shane learning a little about a lot, knowing something about a broad range of topics. He’s a bright kid, and has a very good memory.

Shane is overly paranoid, and although he hides it, when he gets a bad thought in his head it’s hard to shake it. He also has a sort of contradictory confidence. His self-image is poor enough to the point that the only people whose opinion he holds to any value are those he cares about. This allows him to have full confidence around anyone else, and although he does wonder what people think about him he often doesn’t care. This confidence enables him to mask his real age easily, often coming off as someone much older and experienced. However he is not overconfident, Shane knows when he’s completely clueless and will often admit it. Shane has a refreshing honesty about him. He doesn’t boast or misrepresent anything, and often what he says is a varying degree of what he actually feels. He doesn’t see the point in lying about most things, but when he needs to he is quite the convincing liar. Shane believes in doing good for the sake of doing good. He does believe in the Nine, but not to the point of active worship. He feels that living a good life and trying to do right by others is more redeeming than any prayer. Shane also displays a furious loyalty to those he cares about, and would gladly fight for them. Shane has been known to show a great lack of motivation in pursuits he doesn’t really believe in, however when he believes in what he is doing, or if its for a purpose important to him, his determination to accomplish the task knows no equal. He has never killed another person, and killing creatures took a while as well. So although he is able to slay creatures with ease, he would need quite the necessity to take the life of another. Basically, he’s chivalrous.

It should be mentioned that Shane is head over heels in love. He knows that many young people fall in love, or at least they think they do, and often times its just infatuation. However he believes he has found the one in Isabella. Shane feels they are perfect for each other in every way, and he loves her with a passion bordering on zealotry. He strives to be the perfect man for her, and he would do anything for her. He believes his purpose in life is to make her happy, and he lives for her. Shane has had doubts about his feelings, and hers for him, but with each day he grows more assured. Ever the romantic, Shane has dreamed of wedding her and starting a family and living out the rest of their days together. He has told Isabella all of this, and its public knowledge that he is in love with her, but he keeps the degree of that love closely guarded from all but her.


Other: Shane wears a silver chain around his neck, given to him by Isabella before he left Chorrol. It’s very plain and common, however the medal attached to it has some words of special meaning to Shane since they were written by Isabella. It’s his most precious possession and he guards it with his life. He also wears an orange ribbon she used to wear in her hair tied close to his left wrist.

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: 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.

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: 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.

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.