Character Sheet: Horizon Seeker

Name: Valluk
Race: Dunmer
Gender: Male
Age: 31
Birth Sign: The Steed
Faction: Loosely Affiliated with the Cammona Tong

Class: Mercenary
Skills: Spear, Short Blade, Marksman, Medium Armor, Athletics

Physical Appearance: Valluk is a young athletic Dark Elf with a cut-throat look about him. He has roguish expression yet holds coldly sincere eyes. Across the left side of his face sprawl dark blue Dunmer tattoos extending from his forehead down to the side of his mouth. His black hair is short and remains loosely on his head.

Mental: Valluk is a serious Dark Elf with a mind always set on a goal. Years living amongst the criminal underworld have made him cautious of others; very rarely offering one complete loyalty whoever they may be. He holds the philosophy that everyone is out looking for themselves, and he must do the same or risk losing everything. That's not to say he does not hold loyalties, but they only exist to serve his own ends.

Armor: None.
Weapons: None.
Clothing: Common plain clothing
Miscellaneous: None

Brief History: Valluk spent his youth as a boy trying to survive on the stone streets of Almalexia. Although the Tribunal Temple was kind and charitable, he was eventually brought under the sway of criminal organizations across Morrowind. From here on deception, theft, fighting, and even murder became part of his life. After making more than a few enemies in Morrowind, Valluk traveled to Cyrodiil to start anew.

Several years later he was captured and arrested for a horrific crime and was marked for execution in the Imperial Prison. He was later approached with a deal by an agent of the Emperor. He would be released and pardoned from his crimes if he would travel with a certain prisoner to accomplish a task on Vvardenfell. With little other choice, Valluk accepted and boarded an Imperial prison ship back to his homeland of Morrowind.

Possible Incarnate: No.

Name: Folven Hardil
Race: Dunmer
Gender: Male
Age: 162 (Appears upper forties)
Sign: The Atronarch
Faction: Balmora Fighter's Guild- Retired; Soldier- Retired

Class: Hunter
Skills: Marksman, Light Armor, Sneak, Field Survival, Battle Strategy, Politics

Appearance: A rather old Dunmer, he has dull gray skin with his fair share of wrinkles. No one would call him an elder, but he is old enough to have risen through many of the Fighter's Guild ranks, retiring at Defender at the age of sixty two. His once toned muscle has deteriorated into flab from too many afternoons of drinking and recounting old stories.
Hair: Silver-gray, cropped short. Flat on top and thin on the sides, the top of his head is beginning to bald.
Eyes: Red, usually half closed.

Mental: Folven has a very relaxed mindset, borne from years of apathy. He was once a very energetic driven young man, but now he is content to complain about politics and young people. However, his skill is un-doubtable, if less than his boasts would have you believe. He has had over a hundred years to practice his aim, and they have not been wasted.
He has a fierce pride, and will not think twice about starting an argument with someone who disagrees with him. He is frequently visited by nightmares of the battles, but can usually clear his head with a bottle or two.

Armor: An old set of chitin armor given to him by his Father, it has his name inscribed on the left boot and pauldron in daedric script
Weapons: An old unstrung steel longbow with twelve remaining intact arrows
Clothing: Middle class garments, mostly tans and browns.
Miscellaneous: He has an old journal that he will show people as proof of his accomplishments, as well as a few medals he got from the Guild and his service in the army. He also is usually sporting some form of alcohol or another.


History: Grew up in Vvardenfell, on a farm with his large family of nine. His father told him he was terrible at seeding and planting, and made him go catch the family some food. He came back with two full grown guar, and was a hunter ever since. He joined the Fighter's Guild as a bowman, and had an un-exemplary and long career there.

He participated in the Arnesian war in Southern Morrowind and the Black Marsh as a common archer. He was 129 at the time, though was in considerably better physical condition than he is now. He was in a few battles, but nothing spectacular. He was injured during one such skirmish, and still has a slight limp and a long scar from an Argonian blade.

He is not very religious, but he is perhaps over concerned with the country's politics, arguing it with anyone who will listen. He has gathered as much information as he can about the recent Nerevarine rumors, but has not yet fully made up his mind on the matter.
Folven is currently living in a small apartment near the Fighter's Guild, which he frequently visits to comment on the "younglings" to his fellow veterans. He usually spends most of the day there or in the nearby Eight Plates tavern.

Character Sheet: Manu

Name : Elissandre
Race : Breton
Gender : Female
Age : 24
Birthsign : The Lady
Class : Healer (sort of)
Faction : Temple

Skills (I used the Morrowind style) :
Majors : Illusion, restoration, shortblade, speechcraft, unarmored
Minors : alchemy, alteration, enchant, light armor, mysticism

Physical appearance : Elissandre is a rather short but good looking redhead, wearing the Temple's robe of blue and yellow (over a bit of armor if she's expecting trouble), with one dwemer shortswords sheated at her belt.

Mental : rather easygoing and with a bit of an hedonistic streak, Elissandre prefers calming issues or finding ways around them than open confrontation

Equipment :
Armor : Chitin greaves, cuirass and pauldrons
Weapons : dwemer vampire blade (absorbs health and fatigue with each strike, not very powerful nor many charges)
clothing : Temple robe
Cadra signet ring - constant healing and resting effect (at low levels, it makes for quick recovery and comes handy to resit fatigue, but it's effect will barely be noticed in combat.

Miscelaneous
Several restoration potions (fatigue, health and magicka, 3 of each), one fire shield potion
half a dozen empty soulgems (of varying size)
a thin bronze chain enchanted with low level frost or fire enchantments - just the thing to wrap around a glass or over your armor to keep it cool, or to dunk in a pot when you need to boil some bandages
Healer's kit (a leather tool bag with a selection of medical goodies for mundane healing ? bandages, splinters, thread and needle, probes, tweezers and the like. Also includes an apprentice quality mortar and pestle)

A decrepit pack guar placed at the nearest farm.

Background : Elissandre is the daughter of the now-defunct baron of Cadra, a minor breton domain and therefore the proud heiress to a smoking ruin, since the domain was invaded by a neighboring baron.

She ran as far away as possible, going into hiding among the dregs of society. She finally drifted to Morrowind.
Being on the receiving end of the Temple's charities, she decided to cast her lot with them to repay the favor, the Tribunal and the Saints more appealing to her than the somewhat distant Nines or the unpredictable daedra lords. She's not exactly welcome by the Temple's conservative wing, but she persists.

Possible Incarnate: No

Character Sheet: Vanir90210

Name: Anirya Masamu
Race: Dunmer
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Birth Sign: The Mage
Faction: Mages Guild, Ex-Blades

Class: Thaumaturge. Avid practitioners of the magic arts, Thaumaturges never devote themselves to lives of study and intellectual pursuit; rather, they like to adventure, and frequently are sound of both body and mind.
Skills: Restoration, Alteration, Mysticism, Destruction, Blunt Weapon, Speechcraft, Unarmored, Alchemy, Acrobatics, Athletics

Physical Appearance: 5' 4" tall, Average weight. Slightly on the beautiful side, but not jaw-dropping gorgeous. Red eyes, of course, bright white hair.

Mental: Anirya is very curious, and it has gotten her into trouble many times. She is good at masking her feelings, but when she releases them, it is always extreme. When she gets nervous, she often gets cold feet, so to speak, and will abandon an objective unless it is something she really wants, needs, or has someone to help her along the way.

Armor: No armor
Weapons: Steel Staff
Clothing: An elegant blue robe with dull gold trim, enchanted with a medium-strength constant-effect calming spell; long, red, silken pants with a matching shirt; a simple silver amulet encrusted with 3 small emeralds, a pair of leather sandals
Miscellaneous: A waterskin that she keeps full at all times, a quill, an inkwell, about 780 gold, and a good amount of bread and skrib jerky.

Brief History: 3 years ago, Anirya was sent to Vvardenfell by the Emperor, on the premise that she may be the Nerevarine. Her only crime was getting involved with some rather undesirable characters, and ended up being an unwilling accessory to murder. Her past continued to haunt her, and she could not deal with the tasks given to her by Caius Cosades, and so resigned from the Blades. She has been working for the Mages Guild ever since.

Possible Incarnate: Yes

Character Sheet: ?berbau

Name: Sonja Kind-Heart
Race: Nord
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Birth Sign: The Lord
Faction: Nord tribe, Skyrim

Class: Chieftain's daughter
Skills: Long blade, blunt, medium armor, speechcraft, restoration, armorer

Physical Appearance: Tall (5'9"), not stunningly beautiful, but pretty if considered generously, Sonja has dark-brown shoulder-length hair and is fit and lean. Her eyes are grey-green.

Mental: Sonja is not very agressive, prefering to talk her way out of difficulties instead of resorting to violence. If threatened, she will prefer to withdraw instead of fighting, and use a blunt, nonlethal weapon rather than a sword unless faced with a superior opponent. So far, her attempts to avoid bloodshed have been successful and she has not killed anyone. Generally, Sonja is rather friendly. She is illiterate and feels rather self-concious about it since she found out that most people in Morrowind are literate.

Armor: Nordic mail cuirass, steel bracers, light leather boots
Weapons: Ebony longsword, wooden staff (6 feet)
Clothing: grey, well-worn, padded, warm pants and shirt, a black rainproof cloak
Miscellaneous: None

Brief History: Born in Skyrim, as the tribe's chieftain's daughter, Sonja had a lot of freedom in her childhood. She learned to fight and otherwise did as she pleased, picking up skills she had a passing interest in. Until she came across her ebony longsword, she had little idea of what to do with her life, and when she found this weapon, made of a strange material, a sudden fancy made her decide to learn more about it. Her quest, so far, took her to dagon fell.

Possible Incarnate: No

Character Sheet: woolymammoth45

Name: Arethan Andas
Race: Dunmer
Gender: Male
Age: 330 (32)
Birth Sign: The Mage
Faction: Televanni
ExFactions: Amelexia

Class: A Dunmer battle-mage?
Skills: Destruction, Conjuration, Mysticsm (SP?), Swordsmanship, Armor wearing, knowledge of literacy

Physical Appearance: Arethan is a moderately sized Dunmer, built with muscle tone. He is not extreme in muscle composition. Arethan wears an old rugged face, with many tiny unnoticeable rugged scars. His skin is moderately colored, with him not being a very dark or light Dunmer. Arethan features deep red eyes as any Dunmer. Arethan is average in speed, but does not need a great physical ability. He works with melee weapons with strength, and uses much Magic. It is always good to have a back up style.

Mental: Arethan's mentality is his weakness. He is smart; however, he often has a quick temper for those that annoy him. He realizes many things when he is calm, but when he sees others do something arrogant, he grows angry, and often does something arrogant himself.

Armor: Arethan wears Ebony armor, which was given to him by Alemexia. It isn't really any better than steel, but was given to him for honor. He usually wears a cool linen shirt under it. The ebony itself is plate, with golden strips lining through it, and the joints. He wears no helmet, and wears bracers. Gauntlets do not allow you to cast spells. The bracers have magic in-carvings in them. Arethan's armor is somewhat scratched do to past conflicts. This armor is not the enchanted given by Amelexia. That was taken from him.

The armor is not with him, but in Mournhold. He wears old Iron armor in place.

Weapons: Arethan keeps an ebony longsword across him back on a strap. It was given to him by King Helseth. He only uses it for close defense. Most of his primary attack is magic.

Miscellaneous:
Arethan keeps potions and poisons of a sort on his belt. His belt is colored black, and holds many things, including a small poison dagger that he hardly ever uses. The dagger is black. The belt is said to have been from a thief breaking into Alemexia's temple that was struck down by Arethan.


Brief History: Most of Arethan's childhood details are unknown. He grew up in Morrowind, and went through dire training at a young age. He was taught many great skills by the temple and Televanni houses, since his father came from one, and his mother the other. You can see his Dunmer style reflect on his fighting, but many of his tactics and spells came from the arcane university, and then enhanced by Dunmer culture/tactics. He was admitted into the university at age 200, and studied for many years there. Most estimate it was around 75, but it was not documented by anyone other than Arethan. He then worked as a her-hand for Amelexia, after being appointed by her. Soon, after growing tired of Amelexia's selfishness, he left. He now has been sent by the Empire to discover the rumors of House Dagoth?

Possible Incarnate: Yes

Character Sheet: Sannes Vallen

Name: Rasster Faer{Most just call him Rass}
Race: Ash Dunmer(Greyish skin tone, and lighter eye color}
Gender: Male
Age: 46{Appears to be in his late twenties}
Birth Sign: The Thief
Faction: (If any, you may list ex-factions as well.)

Class: Wanderer/Entertainer (One who travels from place to place, not content with any one career or skill. A jack of all trades, and a master of few. His best skills are those that he can show off, such as archery or knife throwing, as he is an avid exobitionist)

Skills: Swordsmanship,Archery,Knife throwing, Illusion,Palor tricks of both magical and nonmagical nature, Mysticism, Tracking, Theivery,and hes a damn good liar.

Physical Appearance: The same slim, agile build as a dunmer, only his skill is pigmented less blue-black and closer to a light grey. His eyes are a lighter red, as well, approaching a purple hue. His hair is a dark grey, an he wears it tied back in a loose ponytail to keep it out of his eyes.

Mental: An easygoing person, with good humor and a knack for getting what he wants, be it through speachcraft, lies, or theivery. He is used to spending much time on the road, and thus is an adept tracker and can navigate by the stars and moon. He likes to tell long, possibly exaggerated stories that no one can say isnt true, because there was no one there with him. Hes a fair swordsman, archer, and knife-thrower, but hes also a coward, preferrring to talk his way out of a situation, and try to run away if it comes to blows. If he cant talk out of it, and he can't run, he will fight though.

Armor: None, except for a silver pauldron fixed the his belt that covers his left shoulder more for appearences that actual protection. His name is inscribed upon the silver in flowing almost illegable script.

Weapons: http://www.thedaggersedge.com/images/RapierMedevil.jpg hangs at his belt unsheathed, and the blade is specially enchanted to never break or rust, and he is most adept at defending with the weapon, angling it just right to make a much thicker weapon, such as a broadsword or battleaxe, turn to the side harmlessly. He carries a large curved yew bow strung over his shoulder, and also has five steel daggers concealed on his person. One in each boot, one strapped against each wrist, and another sheathed against the small of his back.

Clothing: A flowing silvery hooded cape enchanted to blend in with whatever scenery it is put against with a word, similar to a 60% chameleon enchantment. An earthy greenish brow tunic over his chest, a pair of light tan pants,mottled by dirt and age, and a belt he wears strapped from shoulder to waist, with a silver pauldron holding it to his shoulder, and his Rapier slipped through a loop at his side. On his feet he wears tall leather boots that go almost up to his knees, and each one conceals a dagger.

Miscellaneous: Two flasks on his belt, one holding water, one holding oil for a fire-breathing parlor trick he does. He also has a single magical match in one of his pockets that lights and extinguishes with a word for starting fires on the road and for his fire breathing trick. In a pouch hooked to his belt he has some mundane medical supplies, and around a hundred unmarked gold pieces that work as currency anywhere.

Background:He was born to a dunmer mother and father, but his pallid skin tone arose many question about wheather he was a legitimate child or not. His father, beliving that his wife had cheated on him with an altmer or breton, went into a fit of anger and killed her, then almost killed his own child. Luckily, the city guard arrived and subdued him. The child was put into a foster home with a group of nobles, but around the thirteenth burthday he discovered that he was not thair son and ran away. He spent a few years a liing in the streets until he met a kindly old sorceror and explorer who taught him the tricks of illusion and enchanted his cape,rapier and match. At twenty-six the old sorceror died, leaving Rass with no choice but to strike out on his own. He became a sucessful entertainer, both through his magical tricks and finesse, and when he couldnt make money that way, there was always theivery. At the moment he is telling stories and doing tricks in exchange for free food and drink at the eight plates tevern.

Possible Incarnate: No

Character Sheet: Lochlan

Name: Alrik
Race: Nord
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Birth Sign: The Ritual
Faction: Former Imperial Legionnaire, former smuggler

Class: Shield Bearer
Skills: Long Blade, Medium Armor, Athletics, Armorer, Block

Physical Appearance: an average nord of about 6'3" with shoulder length blond hair, a closely trimmed beard and blue eyes. He has a welcoming, kind face that has a few small scars. On his left arm is tattooed the image of ysmir and the right a bears claw.

Mental: generally very quiet, kind, and lighthearted, but like most nords loves a good fight and isnt stranger to taunting complete strangers over the smallest shortcoming. However he also has a very poetic, almost philispophical side that he tends to hide as he feels others would find him foolish.

Armor: none
Weapons: a well used Imperial Broadsword
Clothing: common clothing
Miscellaneous: None

Brief History: Alrik was born in Winterhold, Skyrim where he spent most of his early days were spent at sea helping his father and learning the life of a smuggler. By 13 he was a quite adapt seafarer and had sailed farther than many walk in their entire lives. At 16 He and his father were cornered near high rock by the Imperial navy with a large cargo of skooma and ebony, his father was sentenced to 10 years in prison while Alrik was to serve 10 years in the Imperial Legion with only half pay. After Years of campaign in Elswyr, he has been released early due to exemplary service and is making his way to Morrowind to make his living as a sellsword.


Possible Incarnate: No.

Character Sheet: Wednesday

Name: Dibella.
Race: Imperiton.
Gender: Female
Age: 23.
Birth Sign: The Lady
Faction: None (as of her entrance to the RP)

Class: Assassin. (Assassins are killers who rely on stealth and mobility to approach victims undetected. Execution is with ranged weapons or with short blades for close work. Assassins include ruthless murderers and principled agents of noble causes.)

Skills: Sneak, Marksman, Short Sword, Light Armor, Acrobatics.

Physical Appearance: A female woman of an obvious mixed race. She has long, dark hair and bright golden eyes. She stands at about 5'7, weighing 117 pounds. Her figure is slender, and a little bit toned; her skin color is lightly tanned.

Mental: (Beginning of her story) She's quiet and docile. She has no memories of her past, skills, family or friends; she only knows her name. The only thing that's different about her is her temper, she's quick to bite hands that come near her if she feels threatened. Almost like a wild, but scared, animal.

Armor: She's initially found with a leather skirt and a leather top.

Weapons: She doesn't have any initially. The only weapon she uses is her innate magical ability to shield herself from harm.

Clothing: Read armor.

Miscellaneous: She was found with a locket around her throat that cannot be taken from her person.

Background: Dibella hasn't a clue where she is from, her family or any initial memories from childhood or even up to when she was found roaming in the mountains. Everything to her is a blur; she is a blank canvas in the land of Morrowind.

Possible Incarnate: Yes