Well then, with that said my sheet has been approved, thus I would like to post my own CS now. Not to brag, but if you are having trouble with your own I find this format fairly trustworthy. Thank you.


Name: Louis Endret
Age: 16
six: Male
Race: Breton
Birthsign: The Atronarch
Year: Junior


Appearance: Louis often appears rather disheveled, and looks rather sleepy. He is a little pale, but not noticeably so, but is somewhat tall and lanky. He has long skinny legs, but is quite a bit stronger than he looks, more from finesse than brute force.

Hair: Tousled, medium length brown hair. He has a slight part on his right side, and his hair almost seems to shine in the sunlight.

Eyes: He has serious gray eyes, though the dark circles and tired droop give him a relaxed appearance.

Height: Louis is taller than average, but not too much so. He stands at around six foot one, though he is the shortest of his three siblings.


Personality: The best way to describe Louis is laid back. His laze fare attitude was brought on by unchallenging tutors, his surprising intellect flying by their lessons at a young age. After he was starting to go through puberty his father was at a loss for what to do, the sharpest minds in High Rock had little to offer the young prodigy, so much of Louis' days were spent relaxing or playing with his fellow children.

Though he excels at academics, and is not too shabby physically, personable was never in this young man's extensive vocabulary. He was hopeless at carrying on a conversation about anything other than the various sciences, most people's petty interests quickly boring him, and he was not humble or empathetic enough to remain polite. He would scoff at anyone else's mistakes, though if he committed one he would grow sullen.

Magic is a touchy subject with him, his birthsign preventing him from breaching such studies, to the point where he refuses to discuss it altogether. However, has realized his need of other people, and has been trying to learn the subtle arts of friendship and camaraderie, without much success. He can still be awkward in a conversation, and despises meeting new people, so could be called rather shy.


Clothes: When not in dress code, Louis will wear comfortable cloth trousers and a cotton shirt. He has a full range of high end silks and satins from his parents, but he will frequently outright refuse to wear them, though they appeared in his closet upon his first arrival at his dorm room. He has even gone so far as to exchange the scratchy uniform robes for a breathable fabric, tailored to fit during his first break from freshman year.

Weapons: He was taught how to fence by a renowned gladiator, and as such owns his own rapier, though he usually doesn't wear it around school, taking it out of his closet only for practice.

Misc: He wears a lucky coin around his neck, despite his disbelief in luck or chance. He has an extensive collection of books, though he keeps most locked up in a chest so that his roommates don't see them. Other than that he has few material possessions, despite his family's wealth.


History:

Louis' parents are high ranking nobles and respected officials within the High Rock government, and as such provided the best money could buy for their youngest son. Louis was constantly surrounded by lavish furnishings and beautiful things, dusty tomes within the estate library, and the best teachers and nannies in the province. His parents spent little time at home, both usually off somewhere having dinner with a fellow noble, or engaging in diplomacy with other nations. He spent much of his childhood alone in his room or learning under his instructors, his rapid educations stunning most of the household.

His eldest brother joined the military when he was eight, and his other brother married the daughter of another respected family and went to live on his own estate when Louis was ten, so the majority of his teenage years were with advlts who referred to him as the "young master". The treatment made him somewhat self centered, but he had the sense of mind not to become completely spoiled.

Despite his great mental prowess, his studies gave him little pleasure, and as such he spent his teenage years learning the ways of the sword under a trained arena fighter from the Imperial city, hired by his father after Louis' request to learn to fight. The physical training proved a challenge, something Louis was eager to embark on, though the strategy and movements came easily to him. He has been the all time youth fencing champion of High Rock for three years now, though will not often brag about this accomplishment. He is always looking higher, never stopping to appreciate how far he has come, and how blessed by the Nine he truly is. He regards those that cannot compete with him as simpletons to be pitied, but little else.

After hearing of this new school, his father immediately sent word to enroll his son in the classes, hoping the higher education could prove more challenging than his tutors could. After a few semesters, Louis discovered the only real challenge was fitting in with all the other students, the only people his age he had ever come in contact with having been hired to play with him.


Fears: failure, the student body finding out just how intelligent he is, and pain
Goals: not much really, just make it through high school until his father can't say what he does any longer

Classes:

Anatomy
Rhetoric
Hand to Hand Defense
History
Literature Study
Theology

Name: Kahzimir (Pronounced Kazi-Meer, but everyone butchers his name while trying to sound it out so in turn people refer to him as 'Zim', 'Kaz', 'Kim'. Just shortened versions of his name.)
Age: 18
six: Male
Race: Argonian
Birthsign: The Serpent
Year: Sophomore

Appearance: He is unlike the more common variety of Argonian's, he is closer to the reptilian strain of root people, found in the northern reaches of Argonia. He is unable to wear certain Hats, Gloves and boots due to his unique anatomy, which makes Kaz stick out easy in a crowd. His scales are a pitch-black, with very slight traces of sage-green and crimson, on top of that the lizard has a row of (very) long dark red crimson that travel down the back of his head, and end where his back starts. His eyes are that of a moon-light blue color.

Kahzimir is not a very fit person. He's incredibly skinny and has a very limber, flexible body enabling him to be able to go places others can not. He has a bit of a feminine look of sorts, the design of his face and snout makes him look more female them male which can sometimes lead to awkward scenarios.

Personality: Zim is very secretive, very quiet fellow. He has an agonizing problem with socializing with people his own age, and is more comfortable around the elderly. The argonian acts more mature then his age - He thinks before speaking, and can be somewhat of a gentlemen. He has a very distinct, Redguard accent which blends in with his Argonian accent rather well.

Clothes: Wears solely a very tattered and slightly ripped black robe with a matching loosely worn hood.
Weapons: If used right, his claws can prove to be fatal weapons.
Misc: N/A

History: Kahzimir was supposed to have been a slave, but when a traveling Noble Redguard couple saw him, they adopted him because of his unique appearance. Since then, they had futilely attempted to spoil him with luxury and riches, although ceased to let him interact with people his age which inevitably lead to the poor lizard's lack of social skills although he had learned many things from the few servants (Whom were his only friends) he had. The argonian was hidden away from society until Imperial Law forced his parents to register him into the School in High Rock, which in a way Kahzimir was happy for.
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Classes:

Alchemy
Anatomy
Astronomy
Hand to Hand Defense
History
Illusion Magic

I was asked to re-post with added description, so here it is:


Name: Lilitu Serano
Age: 18
six: Female
Race: Dunmer
Birthsign: The Lover
Year: Junior

Appearance: Lilitu has deep blue skin and large red eyes. She has delicate cheek bones. She's tall and slender. Her hair is wavy and during school she wears in in a ponytail with her long bangs out (except during fencing class, where her hair is completely back) and after hours, its in a half ponytail or down. She likes to wear make up and is almost always wearing dark red lipstick. She has what people refer to as "piano fingers," meaning her fingers are very thin, almost skeletal. This has made it difficult to wear rings, but it makes it easy to handle lockpicks.

Personality: She is very nurturing, especially toward those younger than her. She can be very social, but there are times when she prefers to remain unnoticed and sneak around. She doesn't associate herself with any religion, and doesn't claim to hate any in particular, but she does seem to have some dislike for the Imperial Cult. She also is a bit distrusting of Imperials in general. When she's alone, she likes to read trashy romance novels, though its something she desperately tries to hide. Also, while her room is normally cluttered with clothes, papers, books, and the like, she absolutely HATES dust and the feel of dirt on her skin. She isn't a slob, as she will straighten up on occasion.

Clothes: A long sleeved red and lavender corset with lace sleeves and a short sleeved black bolero, red gloves, black pants, and leather boots (no heel). As far as jewelry goes, her ears are pierced seven times (four on the right, three on the left) She wears a pair of dangling stars in the first holes, small black hoops in the second, a stud in the lone third one in her right ear and small hoops in the top ones.

Weapons: A small silver dagger with a small heart carved into the blade. She hides it inside her boot.

Misc: She carries lots of lockpicks with her.

History: Lilitu was born the oldest out of three children in the city of Ald-Ruhn. Her father was a member of House Redoran. At the age of eight, her mother gave birth to her youngest son, Relemus. That was the day her childhood was over. She became responsible for feeding (after he had been weaned), bathing, dressing, and changing him. While some children would have grown up to resent the newborn, Lilitu was filled with love for him as if her were her own.

Her father was concerned about tensions in Morrowind, so he used up most of his gold to build a manor close to Bruma. That was when her mother started attending the Chapel services. Everything about the Nine Divines was beaten (figuratively) into Lilitu and her two brothers, eventually making Lilitu want nothing to do with it. The thing that angered her was when her mother started giving most of her father's money away to the Chapel itself (whenever the woman was approached by a beggar, however, she turned her nose up). Lilitu was afraid for the future of herself and brothers, she convinced her father to send her to the College.

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Anatomy
Destruction Magic
Fencing
Illusion Magic
Literature Study
Restoration Magic

And Felix returns! Because, well, I like him. He makes for a nice change from my normal broody, confident, anger driven characters. Plus, he's a stereotype, and stereotypes are always fun to play!

Name: Felix Moorsley
Age: 19
six: Male
Race: Breton
Birthsign: The Lady
Year: Junior

Appearance: Felix is a very frail young man, having had little experience with things like 'work' and 'physical exertion' as a child. He has no muscles to speak of and is very thin and pale. Despite this, he doesn't look all that unhealthy, which may be due to the fact that he's always smiling around others. He has light brown hair with a slightly blonde tint and brown eyes. Preferring simplicity, Felix's hair is short and goes just past his ears in the back. He tends to be nearly obsessive over germs and the like, and so always looks clean and orderly.

He has just a slight hint of facial hair, and no tattoos or scars visible. He does, however, have a series of lines going horizontally across his back that are red against his normally pale skin, but whether these are scars or simply birthmarks of some kind is uncertain.

Personality: Felix is a complete perfectionist with nearly everything he does, but he's also quite docile. While not quiet or anti-social, he has a tendency to fear the worst and can make quick assumptions based on first impressions. He also has the tendency to be nervous around people he doesn't know well, which is to say everyone. This can lead to stuttering, loss of words, and occasionally randomness on his part.

He always wants to excel at what he does to show that he can do something with his life, but he never gloats or brags, and indeed prefers to just go unnoticed. However, when he's alone, he can be so obsessive over his work and studies that it could be seen as unhealthy, going over every little detail of what he's done to insure it looks just perfect. If he does something less than perfect in his eyes, he'll continually beat himself up about it mentally for many days after.

He's very kind to everyone and is always willing to help with everything, even if he doesn't like the person, leading to him being easily duped into tricks. He doesn't tend to talk much on his side of a conversation, but is more than willing to listen to anyone about anything, and he has infinite patience.

Apparel: The typical school uniform, and only it. Aside from an old, gray cloak, he didn't bother to bring any clothes with him.
Weapons: None.
Misc.: A leather-bound journal that has been in his possession for a very long time, a brown, leather sling-bag that contains all of his school equipment. All his more fragile equipment, like inkwells, quills, etc, are kept in small, orderly pockets stitched into the inside of the bag. He also has a silver pendant given to him by his father with the Moorsley family crest on the front, which he wears at all times, kept tucked inside his uniform.

History: Felix was born and raised in Camlorn, High Rock, to a family of nobles. Throughout most of his life, he was schooled privately by a series of teachers on subjects ranging from politics to history to sword fighting. (Which he hated.) When word came to Camlorn of the new school which had opened, they were thrilled to see such an upstanding establishment opened in their province. So, as his parents wanted him to be perfectly well rounded in his education, he was sent there for the remainder of his schooling. Once his time there was finished, he would return to Camlorn to the life of nobility.

That is not something Felix is looking forward to, but as always, all he wants to do is make his parents proud.
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Classes:

Astronomy
Alteration Magic
History
Literature Study
Restoration Magic
Theology

Name: Evangeline Draconis (No relation to Draconis family of Oblivion)
Race: Breton
Gender: Female
Age: Fifteen
Birthsign: The Lady

Hair Color: Light Brown, a few golden strands throughout her hair.
Hair Length: Down to her shoulder blades, she wears it loosely.
Eye Color: Ice-blue, when someone stares in her eyes it tells a tale of a sad life of abuse and sorrow.
Skin Color: Pale, barely tanner than a vampire.
General appearance: An average size breton female with a scarred body. Her hair is long and clean, she wears it loosely and takes care of it. Her body is also slightly more muscular than the average person. She is very thin, due to malnourishment.

Personality: Around most she pretends to be arrogant and strong. In reality she is just a scared young girl who's attending this school, because her master allows it. She rarely smiles. She is slow to trust, but those she does trust, she'll die to protect.

Clothing: When heading to classes she wears the standard female's uniform. When not going to classes her uniform consists of an old faded-gray blouse that once could've been any color, a light blue skirt that goes down to her feet which has no designs and is fit for a pauper, and no shoes.

Weapons: None.

Misc.: Books for her classes, a netchleather messenger bag to carry her things, a black-leather bound diary, quills, ink vials, parchment, a small obsidian statue of Azura, and a doll her mother gave her ten years ago, the day her mother died.

Biography: Evangeline was born into a family of breton commoners. Her family was killed by the Dark Brotherhood when she was only four years old. Soon, a Telvanni Wizard-Lord found her. He beat her many times a day, for the smallest of failures. Eventually she was sold to a Dunmer named, "Korvan Broodikus." He sent her to the school as soon as he recieved the illegal "deed" to her. When she arrived she signed up for several classes and thanked Azura. She likes her classes that she is in, and writes a lot to Korvan, he loves him dearly, but not in love. Evangeline heard of the "mysterious dissapearances," and hopes to help.

Year: Sophomore
Classes: Fencing, Marksmanship, Conjuration Magic, History, Hand-to-Hand Defense

My guy

STUDENT APPLICATION

Name: Arvel Sil
Age: 16
six: male
Race: Dunmer/Altmer (half and half)
Birthsign: Apprentice
Year: Junior

Appearance: Arvel is tall with a mix of gold and ash blue skin. His body is lean and slightly muscled and his hair is shock red. His eyes are strangely enough green with a hint of arrogance and hidden intelligence. He has a constant smile on his face as if laughing at a joke only he understands, and coupled with his lean body and enthralling eyes he is quite the heartbreaker (in his mind at least)

Personality: Arvel is intelligent, very intelligent and he knows it too, so suspect him to be arrogant. Still he is normally kind and doesn't take bullying well. He is an expert of destruction and entered the school to improve his other skills and hopefully gain his mastery in destruction.

Clothes: Arvel is one of those guys who just don't care about fashion, he is interested in knowledge since everybody knows that knowledge is power. He usually waers a simple black, blue or red robe with a matching hood, and black leather boots.

History: Arvel is the last know descendant of Sotha Sil, one of the Tribunal, and as such has a natural affinity for magic, as well s having much more magicka available to him than what should be possible. His mother (a Dunmer) sent him to the school so that he could gain a better education. His mother being a Telvanni seeks to have him trained and then use him to take over the house, while Arvel himself is determined to grow out from the shadow of his ancestor and become the greatest wizard in history. Lately though he has started to study Necromancy in secret to attain his immortality and eternal fame.

Weapons: Arvel carries a staff that contains a powerful shield spell (60% for 30sec), and a ring that can cast a standard fireballs (enough charge for seven fireballs) and a small Daedric dagger for ritualistic purposes.
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Classes:

Alteration Magic
Conjuration Magic
Destruction Magic
Fencing
Mysticism Magic
Theology

Now to clear something up, while he has a rudamentary skill with Necromancy he is not evil, nor does he aspire to take over the world. He simply want to live forever and go into the history books.

Name: Nelos Fyr
Age: 127
six: Male
Race: Dunmer
Birthsign: The Ritual
Year: Teacher

Appearance: White Hair with a long top knot on his head, Dark Skin, a thin beard with a single braid on the tip of his chin. Holy tattoos on his face and chest, along with countless battle scars, including one across his left eye.


Personality: Old, dark, and full of mystery and wisdom. Fyr is an old and pious Dunmer who is stubborn and set in his ways. Quick to get angry and yet also quick to help a person in need, and always, always fearless in battle against the things he deems evil. But to his students he is mostly just an old curmudgeon

Clothes: http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/starwars/images/thumb/7/7e/JediGarment.jpg/150px-JediGarment.jpg
Weapons: A Silver Claymore with Ebony inlaid into the blade and guard, its sheath is black wood. This is only worn when absolutely necessary, or in ceremonial meetings. Nelos also regularly carries a long Black staff, very plain looking.
Misc: A tome hooked to a chain that goes across his shoulder and hangs on his side, a bag of scrolls, a bag for his pipe and tobacco, and a flask of Sujamma.

History: Nelos was born in the city of Sadrith Mora, under the tutelage of the late Divayth Fyr. For years he was tasked with helping the brilliant and eccentric Mer in his studies and often strange experiments. Nelos was given Fyr's name because he was adopted by him, Divayth liked the young Dunmer for his ambitious and somewhat crazy spirit.

At the age of 27 Nelos had become like a son to Divayth, but alas, it wasn't to last. Nelos eventually left his master in order to take his teachings and make something of himself in the wide world. At first, he worked with the Telvanni lords of Sadrith Mora in Wolverine Hall.

After years and years of of doing certain jobs involving the Imperial Cult, The Mages Guild, and Great House Telvanni, Nelos found his place among the Battlemages of the Arcane University. He spent a whole of 50 years at the University, achieving a high status within the ranks and even being tasked with leading a group of battlemages against the Daedra during the Oblivion Crisis.

With all this experience taken into account, he was a fine candidate for teaching at the Tiber Septim College. Teaching Destruction, some Astronomy to help understand advanced spells, and Martial Magic (Battlemage fighting techniques).
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Alchemy
Anatomy
Astronomy
Alteration Magic
Conjuration Magic
Destruction Magic
Enchanting
Fencing
Hand to Hand Defense
History
Illusion Magic
Literature Study
Marksmanship
Mysticism Magic
Restoration Magic
Theology

Martial Magic

Name: Ma'leetair (Mar-lee-tie-ear)
Nickname: Lee
Age: 17
six: male
Race: khajiit (ohmes raht)
Birthsign: thief
Year: Junior

Appearance: His hair is dark brown and scruffy with a habit of sticking up in odd ways (mainly because he doesn't bother doing anything to it when he gets up in the mornings). His hair reaches abut half way down his neck. His eyes are dark crimson like his father's. He is of average height and build. He doesn't look that athletic but he has a lot of stamina, using it to his advantage as he lacks physical strength. The patches of fur on his body and his tail are tan colour.

Personality: He's generally easy going preferring to lounge around instead of actually doing any work, calling him lazy would be an understatement. Even when he gets into fights he feels that it's too much work and won't try his hardest unless the stakes are high enough. He won't really do anything unless he has too and dislikes explaining himself to others saying "if they can't figure it out themselves I can't be bothered to explain it". One of the few things he enjoys is strategy games and can easily run through several possible outcomes in his head and plan accordingly.

Clothes: Light brown pants that stop half way down his shins with a hole for his tail. Long sleeved blue tunic with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He doesn't wear shoes and has a grey scarf wrapped around his neck
Misc: a wooden chess set (or a Tamriel equivelant), a black feather and a double sided coin.

History: He grew up in his uncle's home in eastern Morrowind. Here he was treated with scorn by the noble children, because his mother was a servant, and as a stuck up brat by the staff, as his father was a dunmer lord. He didn't let it bother him though and instead passed his time watching the clouds. He was sent off to the school of Tiber Septim when his tutors became fed up with him skipping lessons and constantly falling asleep in the hope that the school would give him better discipline, this isn't going well considering he is on the brink of being expelled and is only holding on by the skin of his teeth. Despite this during his time there he has thought up a rather unique fighting style that mixes destruction magic with hand to hand combat to slowly weaken his opponent (although he has yet to test it).
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Classes: Anatomy, Destruction Magic, Hand to Hand Defence, History, Literature Study, Restoration Magic

Name: Llathras Valyon, also known as Relen-Val (story will say why)
Age: He was born 20 years ago, though his wisdom will likely grant him the power to live for many hundreds of years, should he survive that long.
six: Male
Race: Dunmer
Birthsign: The Mage

Appearance: Valyon is a brave soldier in mindset and appearence. His face holds a tale of sorrow and anger, though he can usually mask that with a fake smile. He is quite tall, with a dark - somewhat gold complexion. His hair is usually kept to a medium length, combed down just above his shoulders, and kept clean. He has been known to keep a black goatee as well.

Personality: He had extensive training for many years prior to being selected for enrollment to the Septim Academy. Because of this, and because of many factors of his past, he is quite gifted in the talents he pursued, and this has led him down many paths. People he has met tend to look up to him, but also harbor resentment as they strive for what he already has. Most of the friends he makes do not last eternal, and for this he tends to be bitter to people.

Clothes: Common clothes mostly, but has a few rather extravagent outfits for occasions. He also has a unique set of steel armor that he keeps sealed away, refusing to so much as look at.
Weapons: None on him, aside from his array of spells. He does, however, have a sword that matches the set of armor which he hid well before moving to High Rock.

History: Llathras Valyon was born in Morrowind, outside of the famous House Indoril-controlled city of Necrom. The spiritual presence of this city required much protection, and it brought in tourists as well as pilgrims from across all of Tamriel. In his village, he was part of a sacred band of battlemages who called their order the Virtue of the Relen Pact. The ancestors of most of these people were two brothers who founded the order, which took up their surname of Relen. Though the people of the order were usually born into it, they also kidnapped potentially gifted youths and raised them to believe in their values.

Llathras Valyon and his brother were two of these. The names of those in the order were given by an ancient Chimeri language with the surname of Relen placed before. Lathras' chosen name was Val, which was a Chimeri word that meant "shrouded in mystery." The rest of his history is dark and tainted, and will be presented as the storyline progresses.
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Alteration Magic
Conjuration Magic
Destruction Magic
Fencing
History
Literature Study

Name: Paulus Bach III
Age: 16
six: Male
Race: Imperial
Birthsign: The lady
Year: Sophmore

Appearance: His brown hair is cut short "legion style" you could say. His eyes are a odd mixture of blue and green, and depending on the lighting can sometimes seem to change color. He towers over most, topping out at 6'4 and broad shouldered. His arms and legs are muscular like an ox and his hands are large yet rough and covered with scars. His head is large like his body, big eyes big mouth and big nose.

Personality: Paulus is, despite his intimidating presence actually quite timid and mellow. He is quick to help someone in need and usually stays on the right side of the law, following most rules. He is slow to anger but once his anger is roused he could be considered the epitome of terror. Simply the sight of him when his blood is hot is enough to make an agressor think twice. He pays attention and trys his best at everything he does.

Clothes: Leather boots, brown trousers, blue and green shirt. Also has a thick cloak for bad weather.

Weapons: Imperial legion shortsword (2 feet long blade, hidden under his bed)

Misc: Uses a legion packback to carry his school items such as books and the like.

History: Born to a family in Bruma with a legacy of serving as Imperial legion officers, his father, Paulus Bach II is a retired legion general. His father commanded the 15th legion in Morrowind and defended the borders from countless raider attacks during the years following the Oblivion Crisis. His parents enrolled him into the school of tiber septim so he could have a better education then most when he would enter the Legion like all the men in his family before him.
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Classes:
Fencing
Hand to Hand Defense
History
Marksmanship
Restoration Magic
Theology

Lilitu's cheeks burned as she continued reading The Torrid Nord Breathing Water. When she heard the voice of a male, she nearly jumped and she slammed the book shut.

"Oh, yeah, sure," she said, nervously laughing. Good thing he didn't come from behind me... She thought.

She sat up straight and re-did her ponytail, which was a darker shade of red than his. She smiled to him as her blush slowly disappeared. "Lilitu Serano," she said. "And you, Sera?"

She raised her eyebrows as she felt his lips on her hand. That certainly didn't happen everyday, but it was sweet.

"My story?" She asked. "Well, its not much. I'm also from Morrowind, though now my family lives in Cyrodiil. I wanted to come here so I could make things better for Relemus."

Her eyes softened greatly and she sighed, remembering how he cried when it was time for her to go. She shut her eyes, reminding herself that it was no time for tears and things would be better soon. She opened them back up and put her smile back on.

"So, you're here to honor your ancestors?"

"Yes. My ancestor was the great Sotha Sil of the Tribunal, and I aspire to be just as great as him...well, at least as I close as possible, he is a God after all". Arvel sighed as he remembered his home. "My entire life I have been living in his shadow as people constantly compares me to him, and of course my 'dear' mother, she is a demented old bat who expects me to be a good little boy and join House Telvanni like almost every other member of my family".

He stared up at the roof for a minute. "I will prove to everyone that while I may not be the most powerful mage in the world, skill is better than raw power, and I will show them that even a mortal can outshine the Tribunal".

Arvel looked into his sack and took out a pair of sweet apples, handing one over to Lilitu. "So who is Relemus?"

OOC: Arvel does not know that Almalexia and Sotha Sil have been killed, so he believs his great great grandfather is still alive.

"Thank you," she said. She held the apple, looking at it thoughtfully. Sotha Sil? He was descended from a god? Well, at least it wasn't any of the Divines....

"Relemus is my baby."

She took a bite and realized how that must have sounded and nearly choked.

"I mean, not my baby exactly, but my youngest brother. I've cared for him since birth, so I've become pretty...." She bit her lip, thinking for the right word. "Maternal... I suppose would be a way of putting it. He was so upset when I told him I was coming here for awhile. Its for his own good, but at his age, he doesn't quite understand."

She looked at the red of the apple. A beautiful shade of crimson, like Relemus's eyes and hair. Not. Now. Not. Here. She thought, taking another bite of the apple.

"So what classes do you have? Maybe we'll have a few together."



OOC: Darkom, is Louis seated at our table?

As Llathras Valyon sat bored as people filed in, something interesting caught his eye. An older gentleman walked by, presumed to be a teacher. What interested Lathras was that this teacher was also a dunmer. Here in High Rock, specifically here in an academy that was teaching the brightest young stars for the Empires' future, a fellow dunmer was hard to find.

He sat there for some time, looking over the teacher every now and then, fighting the urge to go introduce himself when surrounded by his peers. He didn't like alot of the teachers here, but eventually he gave in. He stood up and made his way over to the dunmer teacher.

"Excuse me, sera," He said, his voice coming out raspy. He coughed to clear his throught, getting a little embaressed, but continued, "I don't believe I've seen you here before. It's always great to see a fellow kinsman, It has been years since I've seen the dark skin of us mer from Morrowind."

He continued, finally settling down once all the teachers' eyes departed from him.

"If you don't mind my asking, what part of Tamriel are you from? Tell me, do you hail from Morrowind?"

OOC: Darkom, is Louis seated at our table?

Nelos was sitting, reading his book when a young Dunmer, a student it seemed, walked up to Nelos and introduced himself. Ah, a student introducing himself to a teacher, quite refreshing thought the old Dunmer. The student asked Nelos if he hailed from Morrowind.

"Yes, I come from the city of Sadrith Mora, on Vvardenfell. I must say its quite refreshing to see a student with the guts to speak to one of his teachers, let alone ask such a question." replied Nelos, his raspy ashland voice ringing.

"I must say that I haven't really noticed you around here either, are you one of my pupils? I teach the Conjuration and Destruction classes. I am Nelos Fyr, or Sera Fyr to you and your classmates. Pleased to meet you, what is your name?" asked Nelos, standing up and putting out a hand to the young Dunmer.

The dunmer teacher was, in Llathras' good fortune, a friendly one. He introduced himself, as well as reinforced Llathras' question. The dunmer teacher was from Morrowind, and when he introduced himself, he noticed a few trends closing in that were all to similar.

"Excuse me, sera," He pondered for a brief moment, then continued his statement. "If your name is Fyr, and you hail from Sadrith Mora; the Council House of Great House Telvanni, and here you teach conjuration and destruction magic..."

He paused for a second. The last bit of his observation might not exactly sit well with this teacher he had just met.

"...And if you are reading about conjuring longevity to life as the most powerful of Telvanni do... you are related to the mighty Divyath Fyr, are you not?"

Something suddenly struck him. He came to introduce himself, and he was caught in a rant.

"But my name is Llathras Valyon. I have not seen you around campus, but I've always heard good things about the highest levels of destruction, you might have something to do with that. My fields rest elsewhere, though I am picking up on my ancestors' talent of the destructive arts quite quickly since arriving here. I believe I will be in your class, sera."