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Name: Rhakir
Race: Khajiit (Black like the night, yellow human-like eyes

Play Style: Rhakir likes to size up an area from a distance, he is a skilled marksman and when need be, a master of the blade. Dispite his deft and capable combat prowess, Rhakir prefers, if he can, to avoid conflict while still benefiting himself above others. Not entirely selfish, Rhakir fights for what he beleives is right, as apposed to what others think is right.

Current Goals: To pickpocket from every jarl... oh and infiltrate the thalmor somehow, maybe even join them (keep your friends close and your enemies closer)

Background: Rhakir's mother's mother was a slave in morrowind long before the great war, she gave birth to his mother in seyda neen after excaping and he was left to be raised there by a stranger he called father until he was recently murdered, rhakir had managed to sneak far into skyrim, searching for anyone who might point him in the direction of his father's lineage... but then he was captured by the imperials blah blah blah (still being written)

Name: Talin
Race: Imperial

Playstile: Knight
1h Swords + Shield, Bow, Restoration, some Perks in Speech, too.

Current Goals: Rescue the Emperor Empire. Join the Imperials. Wants to learn more about his past.

Background: Was frozen in ice, doesn't know anything about his background. But a picture of a woman always shows up when he dreams.

Name: http://cloud.steampowered.com/ugc/632985035335602292/32B0E1E190705049E241B8CEF2518345D1CEC9D6/
Race: Bosmer

Play Style: Belloc is a master thief, and a contract killer. The shadows are his home, and the bow his only true friend.

Current Goals: finish the Dark Brotherhood quest chain.

Background: his rapid ascent through the ranks of the Bloodied Fist, a clan of cutthroats and brigands, provoked the ire of many of his peers. He was framed and forced to flee to remote Skyrim, where he swore to make a name for himself once again.

My latest character:

Name: Grozash Gro-Magor
Race: Orc (duh)

Play Style: Big sword. Cut stuff in half. He's a big, burly, aggressive man who will defend his honour and the honour of his friends with deadly force, so don't insult him. However he does have a soft side if you dig deep enough. Bows and magic are for the weak and cowardly. A true orc tests himself in combat with nothing but his strength and his steel. Although having said that, if things get tough he can get a bit... hairy...

Current Goals: Seeks fame, fortune and honour. Orc strongholds are so boring!

Background: Grozash was born the third son of a stronghold Chieftain in the Wrothgarian mountains. Growing up he learned how to be rather lethal with a gigantic greatsword, and his mother showed him the ropes of basic smithing. As do many young orcs, when he was old enough he made the decision to leave the isolated stronghold and seek adventure and fortune in the wider world. He spent several years travelling about Tamriel serving as a sellsword to various merchants, politicians and other such types, increasing his prowess in combat and the weight of his coin purse. On his travels he eventually learned of a group of elite mercenaries in the north called the "Companions". They were highly respected in Skyrim and to be a Companion, he'd heard, was a privilege few could claim. With no real direction in his life thus far he decided that this is what he would do - by Malacath, he swore, he would become a Companion. And so he began the journey to the frozen north, greatsword on his back...

Name: Caradoc Kaine
Race: Breton

Playstyle: Spellsword, wields magic like a well-honed weapon, wears light armor, practices enchanting (and maybe smithing and alchemy, not sure on those, don't want to be OP)

Current Goals: To find and kill a specific Thalmor agent...

Background: Caradoc Kaine was born a year after the Great War ended. His parents had aided the Redguards during the War. When he was ten, a group of Thalmor attacked their small farm estate. Caradoc's parents hid him in a secret room, and he watched in horror as the leader of the group tortured and killed his parents. Caradoc burst from hiding, and managed to kill one of the Thalmor, but the leader struck him down with a fireball that set the whole house on fire. The Thalmor left, assuming he was dead. But one of the workers, a Redguard whose family had been saved during the War by the Kaine's, and managed to avoid the Thalmor and pulled the young boy out of the house. The Redguard raised the boy, until he died from old age when Caradoc was 17. Caradoc went out into the world with his mind set on a single Quest. To find the Thalmor who had destroyed his life, and kill him. His Quest led him all across Tamriel. It was not until he was 29 that he finally learned His location, and the scarred man set off for Skyrim at once. His Quest was nearly complete.

Name:Ghazkghull Thraka

Race: Orc

Play Style: Dual Wield Beast

Current Goals: Come, see, conquer.

Background: After gaining immortality as the madgod after the events of Oblivion, the new role went to his head as he descended into the depths of madness - he sold off all his houses and armour on nirn, and ran back to the shiverig isles portal naked and cackling, loosing off wabbajack bolts along the way (this co-incided with a notable increase in the mudcrab population, and the adoring fan going mad due to a carbon copy of himself following him around, or so he claimed) and throwing gold at people. He then closed the portal and remained in his new personal domain until his mental state had descended so far that he came out the other side of madness; cold, calm, calculated and very lucid, but with a complete lack of morals.
Tiring of his subjects, and the interminable squabbling of the Golden Saints and Dark Seducers (even after ordering them to interbreed) he eventually decided to split himself in two (not hard for a deity whose canon includes Schizophrenia) and return to Nirn. He wandered for a while, taking in all that had changed, but upon sensing the upcoming events in Skyrim through his attenuation to Oblivion, he headed north...

S'Baan'Dar is his own cat. He grew up in a caravan, but when he was a kitten that caravan was attacked by Thalmor agents near the city of Leyawiin (now essentially a Khajiit and Argonian city as most humans have fled to the north). He was taken in and trained by Ranrijira Krin and trained to be an agent. As part of their good-will mission, they told S'Baan'Dar to go north and harass the Thalmor and Imperials who have caused nothing but trouble for Khajiit. He's not a good slash and bash fighter, but he's deadly with his cross blades and his bow. He got his name because his tribe was devoted to Baan'Dar and he believes that Baan'Dar will provide justice.

He's in the theives guild ATM and hasn't yet stolen anything from the thalmor or the imperial army, but they should not rest easy.