Name: Raize.
Gender: Male.
Age: Unknown.
Race: Imperial.
Birthsign: The Thief.
Backstory (short version): He was born in (what used to be) the Imperial City Waterfront to a Breton mother and an Imperial father. Despite children taking after their mother's race in TES, there was some sort of mix-up with Raize, possibly due to high amounts of residual magic in the area of birth.
He grew up an orphan, his mother dying in child birth and his father, an Imperial guard, mauled on the roadside.
He quickly found he was adept as a thief, and was in the Cyrodil Thieves Guild until he was kicked out. After being knocked out and transported to the Skyrim border, he was left for the guards to arrest for trespassing over the border.

Name: Kiva Darda.
Gender: Female.
Age: 23.
Race: Breton.
Birthsign: The Mage.
Backstory: A descendent of Kiva Lionheart, who later married Kain Nightwatch. She has a half sister called Natalie Nightwatch.
After a teleportation spell gone wrong sent her accidentally over the border of Skyrim, she found her head on the chopping block.

Name: Charon
Age: Unknown, estimated to be in late twenties.
Race: Imperial
Class: Night Blade Assassin
Birth Sign: Thief
Hair: Shoulder length, black
Eyes : Dark blue almost charcoal
Appearance : LINK minus the bird
Weapons: Wields a katana and has a wakazashi at his side. He has a bow and quiver that he keeps on his back as well. He wields the katana in his right hand and at times will use the wakazashi in his left. When close quarter stealth killing he will use the wakazashi

Spells: As for spells I had a knack for alteration, illusion, destruction and a little restoration. I'm no mage but if used in the right ways the most basic spells can be handy. My main ones I use are invisibility, chameleon, fire, water breathing, night eye, basic healing (just enough to help with minor cuts, stabs, and other injuries so don’t ask me to put your intestines back in and seal it shut, I'm not that good), and some stamina and fatigue fortification for a pick me up during the long tracks and battles.

Bio: I am Charon, I was orphaned at a young age of 6 when my parents were killed by a clan of vampires. We were setting up camp when we were attacked. My father tried to fend them, actually killing a few of them, but he fell to a blade through the chest. My elder brother was helping him in the fray and managed to kill a couple himself. But they soon swarmed him and as they left him and came for me and my mother I saw his limp body torn and broken upon the ground. My mother set me just inside the tent that they had just set up and began to charge up fire in her hands. she managed to kill three of the 10 remaining but they decapitated her only a few feet from me. As they turned towards me I could see them and the endless hunger in their eyes, I knew I was going to die, and then something in me seemed to awaken.

I don’t remember much after that, after the realizing something within me had changed but when my memory picked up again I was surrounded by a band of gypsy traders who were in complete shock. I looked at my hands, and then my arms and body, and then all the way to my feet. There didn't seem to be a spot on me that wasn't covered in ash or blood.

As they travelled to the nearest town they're trackers returned in disbelief. They wouldn't let me listen in but from what I could gather they had tracked me back to the camp I came from, which was about 2 days from where they had found me. All that remained of the camp were the tree's everything else was burnt to an ash. Even my family was barely there.

I was soon adopted by a Lord in Cyrodiil who had his own personal band of assassins, from what i learned, had disbanded from the Dark Brotherhood. Though we were assassins we learned many different arts. Everything from archery, to hand to hand combat, to swordsmanship, to studies of magicka and how to wield various spells. Our leader believed it was best to know a little of everything so to best be utilized in any situation.
Love: I have only had one woman in my life. I was training in a small secluded village, that I will not disclose the location of, that was home to my master. I was sent there to learn some advanced techniques from his master that was aging and he wanted another to learn his secrets so that they had better chance to pass to the next generation. it took some convincing but i finally one his favor and he agreed to train me. I was probably around 16 and i befriended his granddaughter. He had only one daughter who had died giving birth to his granddaughter and he was training her to take his place. we spared and trained together and over time our time as fellow students became more intimate.

We had plans of getting married and our love grew well till I was almost 19. Then on a day I will never forget I was sent on mission to take out a spy from another assassin village. When i got there i was surrounded by 5 men. It was a trap. I killed them all but only to discover by the last ones dying breath that the attack had already begun. I rushed back to find the village nearly destroyed. My master and his granddaughter were captured by the remaining 20. I ran to free them and as I got to them they slit her throat. I saw her it the ground lifeless. I felt a thud in my chest and everything went red.

I came to with them all dead. smoke and fire was all around. My master stood in disbelief and said that he had never seen what he had just witnessed. A few days later after we finished cremating everyone he told me that there was nothing left to teach me, and then stepped into the flame that consumed his granddaughter, my love.

I have never shown love to another since her, I fear I never will again either

Quirinus Latartus

Imperial

Grew up on the harsh, unforgiving streets of late Third Age Imperial City. From an early age, he learned how to manage himself, and he learned that good and evil are sometimes hard to distunguish. In 3E 427, he was arrested and sent to Morrowind to help the blades defeat Dagoth Ur. However, on a mission to Ilunibi, he got Corprus, and fell to Dagoth Ur's power, and became one of his servants. Quirinus swiftly rose in the service of his new master, eventually becoming the captain of the armies of the Sixth House.
Later that year though, the Nerevarine destroyed the Heart of Lorkhan, killing all of Dagoth Ur's minions as well as himself.
Azura spared Quirinus though, seeing that he could be useful to her. So, she cursed him with immortality until he could forever put his mark on Tamriel.
At first, Quirinus was happy with this curse, believing it to be a blessing. Still though, he tried to do good to redeem himself for the evil he had done while working for Dagoth Ur. That is how he came to be arriving to Anvil on a fateful day, and met a raving lunatic that set him on a path that would culminate in him becoming the Divine Crusader. However, as he did this, he was overshadowed by Caraulus, the Champion of Cyrodiil, and Hero of Kvatch. Because of this great hero, no one ever remembered Quirinus' brave stand with the Emperor and the Champion at Bruma, or how he lead the Knights of the Nine to victory against Umaril the Unfeathered.
After the fall of the Empire, Quirinus faded out of all history, retiring to a rural farm in Hammerfall, to spend an enternity farming and living, hoping for the day that fate would look his way.
He fought for Chancellor Ocato in the Imperial City as Titus Mede announced himself the new Emperor, and when the infernal Isle arrived, he was one of the many heroes trying to defeat it.
However, each time he tried to gain fame and save the day, someone else always did. Titus Mede won the day in Imperial City, and Prince Attrebus defeated the Infernal Isle.

Maximillian
High Elf
Sorceror, Wizard, Necromancer

Abandoned on the Artaeum in 3E 325, the high elf Maximillian (last name unknown even to himself) was raised as a Psijic wizard, and by 3E 390 had become one of the most powerful wizards of the order. However, it was around this time that Maximillian began to research the forbidden art of Necromancy, fascinated by the incredible powers harnessed by the Worm King Mannimarco.
Maximillian managed to sit out the darkness of the Imperial Simulacrum in his safe position as a member of the Psijic order, but he was supremely interested in the methods that Jagar Tharn used to imprison Uriel Septim. After the Dragon Break in Hammerfall and High Rock, Maximillian was reportedly, "disheartened" by the disappearance of Mannimarco.
In 3E 420, he was discovered, and was cast out of the order, and declared an exile from the lands of the altmer. Shortly afterward, as he drank away his sorrows in a bar in Anvil, he was arrested by Hannibal Traven, a young and up and coming wizard trying to find a way of becoming the head of the Anvil Mage's Guild.
For the next seven years, he rotted in the Imperial Prison, formulating escape and revenge schemes.
Then, in 3E 427, a break! Maximillian was set free and sent to Morrowind with orders to see Caius Cosades.
After burning the note in his hands after leaving Seyda Neen, Maximillian quickly joined the Telvanni, the only magical faction that had no qualms with necromancy, and other decidedly dark arts. Maximillian swiftly rose through the ranks of the Telvanni, due to his Machiavellan political strategies. After barely three months in the Great House, he was appointed the Mouth of Master Aryon, and after the next two, was made a Master of the Telvanni.
Around this time, a Maximilian heard of a mysterious Dark Elf named Belan Indarys, and immediately took interest. This Dark Elf was apparently trying to fulfill the Nerevarine Prophecy, and was, against all odds and reason, actually succeeding.
When Belan Indarys came to Sadrith Mora to adress the council, Maximillian arranged a private meeting with this young hero. While no one knows what these two future greats discussed in this meeting, the results were undeniable.
The next day, Gothern was in a pool of his own blood, Maximillian was Archmagister, and Belan Indarys had been appointed Hortator.
This alliance between the Nerevarine and the Archmagister would continue to flourish as both grew in power.
By the end of 3E 427, Maximillian had assasinated Duke Dren and the head of the East Empire Company, replacing them with with pro-Telvanni puppets, survived several assasination attempts, established four new Telvanni settlements, created a Telvanni consolate in Ebonheart, and helped Belan Indarys, now revealed as the illegitimate son of King Helseth, become the new Prince of Morrowind.
Now with official government support, the Telvanni managed to take over all of Vvardenfall, placing Maximillian in the odd position of having more power than the Duke of Vvardenfall. For 5 years, he held this post, until Frathen Drothan staged a military coup with the help of his Drothmeri Army.
After Frathen left for Cyrodiil with fancies of conquest, Maximillian regained control of the Telvanni, and began to rebuild the ruins of Vvardenfall following the Oblivion Crisis, becoming the shadow ruler of the entire island.
A few months before the red year, Maximillian foresaw the impending destruction and conquest of Morrowind, and moved his tower's personnel to a strange, vacant tower in the Jerall Mountains. Here, he maintains a massive shadow empire that extends across all of the former empire. His tendrils have been in every major event, Daedric and none, for the past 200 years. He has fought wars with Daedra Princes, and won. He is a dangerous, ambtious, and heartless man who has plans in the future of expanding not only in Tamriel, but perhaps even invading and conquering a Daedric Realm.

Name:Erik Steelsong
Race: Nord
Specialisation: Combat
Age: 35
Occupation: Mercenary

Erik was born to a poor Nordic couple who could barely afford the farm they owned, but they never let their poverty show to their precious son. Erik lived a quiet life as he grew up, learning to care for the animals and the crops and doing the chores. He became quite accustomed to life on the farm until he turned 13. On the eve of his 13th birthday, Marauders attacked and killed his parents while they tilled the field. Finding nothing of value, they took Erik and sold him into the slave trade, as a way to make a profit. Erik was sold to a pompous Count of High Rock, who abused his slaves by having the men work for days without rest, while taking the women to be his own harem. Erik worked hard for his master, slowly building his hatred of they way he and the other slaves were treated. One night, while the Count was ****ing one of his harem women, Erik snuck into the bedchamber, and stabbed the Count through the back without harming the woman. As the Count's body fell to the ground, Erik grabbed the woman, had her get dressed, then he and the other slaves all made their escape. They all hid in a cave in the mountains while the guards searched for them, eating wild deer and plants. When the investigation showed the hidden nature of the Count, a pardon was issued for the slaves. When they heard of this, the slaves and Erik returned to the town and went their seperate ways, except for the woman from that night. She and Erik fell in love and married. Two years later, they had a country home and a baby daughter.

But all was not to be perfect. Umbra escaped the realm of Clavicus Vile and took host in another body. He began prowling the woodland, hunting for those to fulfill his lust for souls. He came across Erik's cabin while Erik was off hunting. When Erik returned, he found his home ablaze and his wife and daughter slain. Overcome with mindless rage, he took his sword in hand, and hunted Umbra, finally cornering him deep in an ancient ruin. He and Umbra duelled fiercly, until Umbra knocked the sword from Erik's hand. As Umbra swung for the Deathblow, Erik grabbed his hand, turned the sword around and stabbed Umbra with his own sword. A grand soul gem in Erik's pocket filled with the energy of the demon Umbra and both the sword and the body turned to dust instantly. His fierce enemy destroyed, Erik wept bitterly, for he knew his wife and child would never return. He searched for and found a shrine to Clavicus Vile and bargained with him for the gem with Umbra inside. Clavicus Vile granted his wish to avenge his loved ones against those who dare take life from others by making him Dovakiin, a dragon-born, and telling him to go to Skyrim when he was ready to take those who had taken his parents lo so many years ago. However, Erik first went about High Rock, righting the wrongs he could for many years. His prowess with the blade earned him the name Steelsong, and he became a hero to the people. However, he gained the attention of the local chapter of the Dark Brotherhood, who sent many a silencer to kill him.

But he would not submit. Ever so slowly, he killed the Brotherhood's Silencers and Speakers, until the Listener himself lay dead. As the guards learned of his deeds, thinking him to be a serial killer because they didn't realise that the Dark Brotherhood agents were Dark Brotherhood, they left Erik with no choice but to flee. He fled for the border to Skyrim, summoning Clavicus Vile when he reached the border so that the Daedric Prince would show him the way. Instead, Clavicus Vile betrayed him, alerting the border guards to his presence. The Daedric prince had never intended to fulfill his promise, but to instead have him executed so that Clavicus wouldn't have to deal with the complications of creating a Dragonborn. Enraged, Erik swore an oath to slay any worshipper of the Daedra if he encountered them. The guards seized him, and on conversing with the guards of High Rock, sentenced him to death.