[clelia vega]

Not all imperials have such typical roman style names http://www.uesp.net/wiki/Oblivion:Jak_Silver

I guess I was proven wrong. Though Imperials useally have Roman like names...

[April D. F]

edit: I'll just change it to Jak , thanks Athell

No worries, I'll just go back to the crypt to lurk again.

[Jordyn Youngman]

I guess I was proven wrong. Though Imperials useally have Roman like names...

Changed it to Jak but in that case, John would be okay as it was a roman name

there's also an King edward mentioned in a Morrinwind book, not sure if he was imperial though

[Lizbeth Ruiz]

there's also an King edward mentioned in a Morrinwind book, not sure if he was imperial though

Those books are weird, weird as Muatra.

[gandalf]

Okay here it is, when i have time i will fill in background

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Name: Jak lupus
Race: Imperial
Gender: male
Age: 27

Appearance: A Caucasian imperial, Jak is roughly 6’4 and is 195lbs with a medium build. Jack has short brown hair with slight rough bread and dark blue eyes. Jak also has a slash mark scar on his left cheek, with two more on his chest.

Reasons for being on the Frontier: Imperial prospector and engineer

Class: spellsword

Skills: combat wise Jak is skilled in One-handed swords, light armour and destruction spells. In non-combat Jack is a skilled smither, engineer and prospector.

Clothing: darkened (Penitus Oculatus style) legion Armour with the matching Imperial Light Bracers, Imperial boots.

Personality: Jak is a polite, friendly man yet at the same time he also abit of taciturn, not saying much in front of people he does not know…

Major flaw: Has only come to frontier, does not know anyone and is unfamiliar with landscape.

Equipment: Imperial sword, elven dagger tucked in boot also carries prospecting equipment (which includes a pickaxe) and some money.

Background:

basically an Oprhan of a mirror noble family, he joined the legion as an combat engineer eventally reaching the rank of captain, recently he was send to Frontier to help with Ebony production and to (unoffically) see what is going on up here (why Nords haven’t been dealt with, Thalmor doings etc. )

It's all good, except for two details. The legion wouldn't have the rank of Captain, that would be a navy rank or just the title of a Naval officer. Its not a big deal, but I don't want to have other soldiers being called Centurion and Tribune, and then you being the only one with that rank. Perhaps you could replace it with Tribune or Centurion? You are an Engineer though, so it would be possible to make an exception.
Secondly, the Frontier is not an official province of the Empire. You wouldn't be sent there, not officially, and could you go into more detail as to why you are spying on the Frontier goverment? That would be the area of the Penitus Oculatus, not a Legion Engineer.

[jess hughes]

It's all good, except for two details. The legion wouldn't have the rank of Captain, that would be a navy rank or just the title of a Naval officer. Its not a big deal, but I don't want to have other soldiers being called Centurion and Tribune, and then you being the only one with that rank. Perhaps you could replace it with Tribune or Centurion? You are an Engineer though, so it would be possible to make an exception.
Secondly, the Frontier is not an official province of the Empire. You wouldn't be sent there, not officially, and could you go into more detail as to why you are spying on the Frontier goverment? That would be the area of the Penitus Oculatus, not a Legion Engineer.

I just noticed that. Maybe he could of just went to the Frontier as a civilian and ended up joining the Colonial legion as an engineer?

As for spying he could be an Pentius Oculatus agent that was sent there undercover. However my character, Danus Maximus, was sent there officially to keep an eye on the Governor. Though I guess Jak could still do parts of the job Danus can't do.

[Queen of Spades]

Also if the 200 mark limit is coming then CO gms are free to make another thread.

[Nicholas]

It's all good, except for two details. The legion wouldn't have the rank of Captain, that would be a navy rank or just the title of a Naval officer. Its not a big deal, but I don't want to have other soldiers being called Centurion and Tribune, and then you being the only one with that rank. Perhaps you could replace it with Tribune or Centurion? You are an Engineer though, so it would be possible to
make an exception.

isn't there an imperial Army captain in skyrim? the lady who orders your death at the start? but i guess i could change it to Tribune.

Secondly, the Frontier is not an official province of the Empire. You wouldn't be sent there, not officially, and could you go into more detail as to why you are spying on the Frontier goverment? That would be the area of the Penitus Oculatus, not a Legion Engineer.

that was going to included in backstory, The empire wants more Ebony so sent Jak their to help the Froniter goverment with their mining operation (by locate another scoure for example) and whlist he was there he told to unoffically (by an Penitus Oculatus agent) to see what is going on there, he won't be spying in such like Maximus but keeping his ears open for useful facts..

all shall be reveal in background tomorrow

[Gemma Archer]

isn't there an imperial Army captain in skyrim? the lady who orders your death at the start? but i guess i could change it to Tribune.



that was going to included in backstory, The empire wants more Ebony so sent Jak their to help the Froniter goverment with their mining operation (by locate another scoure for example) and whlist he was there he told to unoffically (by an Penitus Oculatus agent) to see what is going on there, he won't be spying in such like Maximus but keeping his ears open for useful facts..

all shall be reveal in background tomorrow

I see now. As for the army captain I think that happened because maybe that was her unoficial title. Maybe her real one was centurion..

[Matt Gammond]

http://elderscrolls.wikia.com/wiki/Captain

I found this it seems that they do have captains

[Hannah Whitlock]

If you think it's op or presumptuous just tell me, i'll alter it if need be or be someone else entirely I suppose though I do like this character.

Spoiler

Name:Renault Tetrault
Race:Breton
Gender:Male
Age:19
Appearance:Green eyes, Dirty Blonde Hair, Full Beard
Reasons for being on the Frontier: Ruling the Breton Kingdoms
Class:King
Skills:Diplomacy, Powerful Mage, Skilled Swordsman
Clothing:He wears the Regal clothing, but much more practical and less extravegant than one might expect from a Breton. Of Course he Also has his Royal Armour for when battle Calls, Heavy Armor.
Personality:Friendly, Serious, Level headed, Diplomatic, Courageous, Idealistic though not out of touch with the Harshe realities of the World.
Major flaw:Being so young he isn't highly regarded by all his subjects, many thinking him far too young.
A Libido certain to influence his interaction with the fairer six, though whether this is necesarrily a flaw is up for debate and circumstantial, A king must have heirs of course...

Equipment:Along with his Regal Attire He also carries a Custom made Ebony Swords Designed with a More conventional Hilt and larger Symmetrical blade more effective and stabbing.

Background: Born as Heir to a Throne that was constantly under Attack, His mother tooke ill and died when he was eight years old, after that young Renault often spent his time Reading but as Heir to the Throne he also Receive Training in combat and statecraft, something in which he actually enjoyed as unlike many an impetous and unruly heir, Renault actually took a likeing to a Disciplined life. Taking a shine to the Martial Surrounding he grew up in He would often set up Mock Battles with the other Noblemans Sons, some of these actually turn out quite serious with many injuries from Broken bones to Burns.
He Took Part in his first battle at the Age of 17 against one of the Nordic Clans. He survived uninjured but his father Thetric did not, perishing in the Battle.
One of his Trusted advisors Gaban served as Steward until he believed Renault had come of age.
During that Time Renault did exercise his powers engaging in diplomatic mission and succesfully brokerering an peace that has lasted to this day, though with growing pressures this may not remain the case.
Renault is a Young yet seemingly suitable Ruler over the Kingdom, Time will tell whether this is proven true.

[Oceavision]

If you think it's op or presumptuous just tell me, i alter if need be or be someone else entirely I suppose though I do like this character.

Spoiler

Name:Renault Tetrault
Race:Breton
Gender:Male
Age:19
Appearance:Green eyes, Dirty Blonde Hair, Full Beard
Reasons for being on the Frontier: Ruling the Breton Kingdoms
Class:King
Skills:Diplomacy, Powerful Mage, Skilled Swordsman
Clothing:He wears the Regal clothing, but much more practical and less extravegant than one might expect from a Breton. Of Course he Also has his Royal Armour for when battle Calls, Heavy Armor.
Personality:Friendly, Serious, Level headed, Diplomatic, Courageous, Idealistic though not out of touch with the Harshe realities of the World.
Major flaw:Being so young he isn't highly regarded by all his subjects, many thinking him far too young.
A Libido certain to influence his interaction with the fairer six, though whether this is necesarrily a flaw is up for debate and circumstantial, A king must have heirs of course...

Equipment:Along with his Regal Attire He also carries a Custom made Ebony Swords Designed with a More conventional Hilt and larger Symmetrical blade more effective and stabbing.

Background: Born as Heir to a Throne that was constantly under Attack, His mother tooke ill and died when he was eight years old, after that young Renault often spent his time Reading but as Heir to the Throne he also Receive Training in combat and statecraft, something in which he actually enjoyed as unlike many an impetous and unruly heir, Renault actually took a likeing to a Disciplined life. Taking a shine to the Martial Surrounding he grew up in He would often set up Mock Battles with the other Noblemans Sons, some of these actually turn out quite serious with many injuries from Broken bones to Burns.
He Took Part in his first battle at the Age of 17 against one of the Orc Clans. He survived uninjured but his father Thetric did not, perishing in the Battle.
One of his Trusted advisors Gaban served as Steward until he believed Renault had come of age.
During that Time Renault did exercise his powers engaging in diplomatic mission and succesfully brokerering an peace that has lasted to this day, though with growing pressures this may not remain the case.
Renault is a Young yet seemingly suitable Ruler over the Kingdom, Time will tell whether this is proven true.

Good but one problem. The Bretons in the Frontier normally keeps to themselves unless they are invaded. So unless that the Orcish tribes attacked the kingdom. (Though it is far fetched because the Orcs are at the other side of the continent.) So I suggest modifying it in which your father died during a Nordic attack as the Nords are close enough to the Bretons.

[TOYA toys]

I'm back! (but very tired) I will post my CS tomorrow. I was thinking of making two characters. One would be more adventure based and the other would be political. that fine with you, your mom?

[Sarah MacLeod]

I'm back! (but very tired) I will post my CS tomorrow. I was thinking of making two characters. One would be more adventure based and the other would be political. that fine with you, your mom?

Sure, post the Character sheets when you're ready.

[Ross Thomas]

I'll be posting my CS tonght or tomorrow at work.

[Bedford White]

Good but one problem. The Bretons in the Frontier normally keeps to themselves unless they are invaded. So unless that the Orcish tribes attacked the kingdom. (Though it is far fetched because the Orcs are at the other side of the continent.) So I suggest modifying it in which your father died during a Nordic attack as the Nords are close enough to the Bretons.

Ok thats an easy fix...Done

[Toby Green]

Ok thats an easy fix...Done

Good. I'll add you to the list of Roleplayers. Once Son of Sithis and disturbing post their character, we might just get this started.

[Destinyscharm]

Good. I'll add you to the list of Roleplayers. Once Son of Sithis and disturbing post their character, we might just get this started.

I'll be bringing three characters to the frontier . They will all be posted in a couple hours once o get to the office

[Sweet Blighty]

I'll be bringing three characters to the frontier . They will all be posted in a couple hours once o get to the office

Ok.

[Laura Cartwright]

Name: Erutáron (lit. "lofty God") (Air-oo-tar-onn)
Age: 45
Race: Bosmer
Gender: Male
Height: 5'6
Birthsign: The Steed
Appearence: Well fit Bosmer with long red hair with an overlaying back hanging ponytail. He is clean shaven and well kept.
Class:Archer
Skills and Known Spells: He is a Master Archer and Alchemist. He is an established hunter and handy with making good use of pelts for clothes and armor. He can command animals and is resistant to poison and disease. He uses no spells.
Clothing/Armor:He wears Hide Armor and hide boots when hunting. He wears belted tunics and fines boots in towns and cities.
Weapons: He has an Elven Bow and an assortment of arrows.
Misc Items: Enchanted Gloves of Archery, given to him by his father.
Personality: Laid back and easy going. Hard worker and lover of animals.
Major Flaw: Too trusting.
Background: Erutáron was born in Valenwood on the 17th day of the First Seed. He was raised by his father, Artoro, since his mother was brutally attacked and killed by a rouge vampire wandering the hills of Valenwood. Artoro hunted dwn the vampire and killed it with Erutáron in tow. Artoro taught Erutáron everything there was about being a great hunter. They hunted everyday and learned to live on what the world offered them. Artoro would never let Erutáron hunt the Big Game animals though. He longed to hunt them. Erutáron considered himself the greatest hunter of all Tamriel and wanted, so desparately to prove it with the pelts of bears, sabre cats and whatever else roamed Tamriel.

Erutáron won every archery contest in his hometown but still had a strong pineing to tackle, what he considered his greatest challenge, and that was Big Game hunting. Artoro was too protective of Erutáron and wanted to stay as safe as possible. He already lost his wife, he could not bear to lose his son or worse, leave his son alone in this world. One day Erutáron left his home and set out alone to hunt the game of his life. If his father wouldn't take him, he would do it alone.He had gone out to the plains he had hunted as a boy and knew once he crossed the river to the south, the hunt would be on. It took him 2 days to reach the river and he crossed it. He wondered what his father was doing and if he would be mad at him. He shook those thoughts and focused on what was truly important, the hunt. he spent 2 more days south of the river and to much dismay, nothing to show for it but some fox skins and a slew of deer meat. No big game here. He decided to head home.

He was about a few hours from home when he first saw the smoke rising above where his village usually sits. The black smoke rose like a tower hundreds of feet in the sky. Erutáron's heart sunk as he raced towards his village, his father? Was he alive? Was he hurt? How could he have been so selfish to leave his father after all he has done for me? He never left me alone, he always kept me safe. Why did I have to leave? These questions circled Erutáron's mind until he reached the village.

He was not ready to see what lay ahead. His whole village lay dead in the streets, murdered by what? How? He started shouting for his father, but no answer. Was there nobody left? He reached his house but not in enough time, there lay Artoro in a puddle of blood with his bow in his hand and a claymore in his back. The whole town was desolated. Nobody was around. He saw a shimmering light off in the distance. It was coming from the woods where he and his friends played as children. He raced t the woods and found 10-12 Bosmer folks huddled in the trees. He recognized them from the village and they explained that the village was attacked by Daedra and that they were able to escape but nobody else survived. They told Erutáron that his father refused to leave his house and come to the woods for safety. He would not come without you they said. "He died waiting for you so that you would be safe."

Erutáron was sick to his stomach and now riddled with even more guilt. He was asked to stay and help rebuild the village with the 12 that survived. He declined and set out towards Skyrim. He could not stay in Valenwood. He needed to get away. He decided to head to Skyrim. Guilt ridden and alone, he set out for a new life. He took his father's elven bow and start a new chapter in a new frontier.

He comes to the frontier to hunt and escape the horrors of his past life in Valenwood.

[Jonny]

Name: Figgin Fordonia (Although he goes only by Figgin for legal and protective purposes
Age: 45
Race: Dunmer
Gender: Male
Height: 5'6
Birthsign: The Shadow
Appearence: Well fit Dunmer with dark blue skin and red eyes. He has a neatly trimmed long goatee that makes a perfect point above his chest plate. He wears his jet balck hair in a high pony tail. He has a long scar above his right eye he wishes not to speak of.
Class: Assassin
Skills and Known Spells: He uses little magic but does use Flames, Shock and Frost spells. He also uses Healing when needed. He is a Master Archer and Alchemist (mainly Poisons). Master Sneak and Lock picker as well.
Clothing/Armor: He wears Shrouded Armor when in combat or questing. He wears The Black Hand Robes when in cities and towns.
Weapons: He uses The Blade of Woe and Shadowhunt Bow. He has Elven Arrows that he frequently poisons.
Misc Items: Poisened Apples, Vials of Poison for arrows.
Personality: Mostly a loner and very broodish. Not approachable at times and very moody.
Major Flaw: Not a people person.
Background: Figgin was born in Cyrodiil on the 17th day of the First Seed. He was born to Vikrim Fordonia and Ileania Fordonia. His father was one of the last Dark Brotherhood Listeners in Cryodiil and his mother was said to be the Grey Fox herself. They lived in Anvil and were quite happy. Figgin’s Grandfather, Alkarian Fordonia, lived during the Oblivion Crisis and had to perform the Purification of the Dark Brotherhood at the time and ascended to Listener as well. He was killed mysteriously by an unknown assassin in his sleep and that paved the way for Vikrim to take control. Rumor has it that it was Vikrim's blade that sent Alkarian to his death, but no proof has ever been proven to be the case.

Things were going well for Vikrim, until Figgin reached the age of 5 years old. Figgin loved Vikrim and aspired to be just like him. When Figgin turned 5, Ileania was savagely [censored] and killed by a band of Imperial Legion Soldiers who caught her stealing cyrodilic brandy from the Legion Barracks in the Imperial City. She had an insatiable appetite for the drink. Upon finding out she was the infamous Grey Fox, they had to set an example of her. After her death, she was hung by the waterfront as a symbol of what the imperials will do to those that broke the law.

Upon hearing the news of his wife's savage death, Vikrim knew he had to avenge her, but feared for Figgin's safety. Since there was no family left in Morrowind and due to their discreet lives they both led,, there was not many options for Figgin. With the demise of the Guild without the Grey Fox, Vikrim left Figgin in the old Cheydinhal Sanctuary in the care of his oldest assassin friend, Ja’Agusta, an Argonian Shadowscale. Vikrim set off for the Imperial City. That would be the last time Figgin saw his father.

Vikrim arrived in the city and found where the men who murdered his wife were through his contact in that city who was with the Dark Brotherhood. However, little did Vikrim know that this informant was arrested earlier that day and sold the brotherhood and his friend out to save his own hide. Vikrim walked right into the trap that was laid for him and he was caught and beheaded under his wife's hanging dead body. At the same time the Sanctuary was raided by Imperial Forces and every member of the Dark Brotherhood was killed. Figgin was placed in an old vampire coffin belonging to Vicente Valtieri until the attacks were over. When Figgin finally came out, they were all dead.

With most of the brotherhood dead and the rest on the run and hunted, the brotherhood was in disarray. Figgin found himself alone and scared and only 5 years old. He took to the sewers of Cyrodiil and learned to survive on his own. He did go and see his dead mother and father in the waterfront but only once, the display was too intense for him. Upon that visit, he heard the name Pelanius Sergitus, a Nord Soldier who was Vikrim’s contact and betrayer, being praised for his actions in bringing down the Dark Brotherhood. That face and name will never leave Figgin’s mind. The Imperials did search for the boy Figgin for quite some time but figured him for dead.

Figgin spent 20 years in the sewers of Cyrodiil. He became an accomplished thief in those years in order to survive. He does not go by his last name at all because of the notoriety of his mother and father. At the age of 25, he would set out for Morrowind to learn more about his heritage. He learned the ways of the Dunmer from an old but wise family friend of Vikrim’s. His name was Clavius Dreth (son of Valen Dreth). Dreth taught Figgin everything about the Chimer and Dunmer and taught him the ways of the Assassin.

Figgin has set out to the Frontier to try and salvage, what if anything is left of the Dark Brotherhood. He looks to build a new sanctuary in rememberance of his father.

[Tanika O'Connell]

Name: Evryn Ienith
Race: Dunmer
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Birthsign: The Thief
Appearance: Slight and lanky, with an easy grin and weasel-like features. Large and dark red eyes. His hair is a very dark brown, wavy, and usually tied back in a loose knot at the nape of his neck
Reasons for being on the Frontier: He's an opportunist and swindler looking to make a quick septim by scamming newly-arrived refugees and settlers.
Class: Agent
Skills: Speechcraft, Sneak, and Alchemy. Some basic magical skill, and decent with a knife or bow.
Clothing: Something unassuming; in his trade, it's essential to blend in. Armor-wise, leather with a short cape and hood.
Personality: Evryn's clever and carefree, but a moral cesspool. Naturally charming and a bit of a playboy.
Major flaw: He's a coward at heart, a shameless narcissist, and makes his living by taking advantage of others.
Equipment: Gold; Leather armor, guarhide boots, and a warm cloak; a good stock of alchemical ingredients and apparati; a silver dagger and an Orcish bow
Background:

Evryn's lived his life on the fringes of society, and he's happy enough with that. The youngest son of a prosttute and refugee, Evryn fled Windhelm's Gray Quater the day he grew his first hair on his chin. Since then, he's made his way to the frontier by way of his silver tongue and roguish charm. Here, he spends his days swindling new arrivals out of their gold through a variety of schemes, and along with his crew of thugs, he controls a good portions of the Frontier's skooma trade. Despite his youth, he's seen a great deal of the ugly side of life, and it's made him determined to claw his way into fortune and fame.

The elf is predisposed to take the easy way out of a crisis and to save his own skin at all costs; the typical rough-edged survivor, he wouldn't hesitate to shove his knife between a friend's rib bones if it would benefit him. Yet his true nature is often disguised by the facade he wears so well- an easy-going nere-do-well with a heart of gold, always up for a drink of sujamma or a night at the tavern. This makes him a valuable ally and an incredibly annoying foe.

[Laura]

Name: Daugon (lit. "soldier commander") (Dow-gone)
Age: 62
Race: Altmer
Gender: Male
Height: 6'1
Birthsign: The Mage
Appearance: A very tall and slender Altmer with short slicked back Golden Blonde hair. His eyes are all white, caused by his vampirism. His skin is pale, even more so now with his sickness.
Class: Mage
Skills and Known Spells: Versed in all schools of Magic. He can utilize them at his disposal.
Clothing/Armor: .He wears mult Mage robes and hoods. No other armor
Weapons: He carries only a Steel Dagger but only uses it in desperation. he relies only on his Magic
Misc Items: He carries vials of human blood he has imported from Summerset Isles since he wishes not to feed off of actual humans and hates the taste of animal blood.
Personality: Strong, vibrant and a leader once, now stricken with this curse, tends to stay to himself and distant.
Major Flaw: Vampirism
Background: Daugon was raised in a military family but rebelled against joining the Altmer Army. To much of his father's dismay, Daugon left Summerset Isle at an early age to attend the College of Winterhold in Skyrim. He was learning quite fast under the tutelage of the Arch-Mage until that dreadful night.

It was the winter of the 197th year of the 4th era. Daugon was searching for a particularly rare ingredient in a small cave when out of nowhere a vampire attacked him and sunk his fangs into his neck. Daugon was able to flee before the vampire could finish him off. Daugon ran toward the entrance of the cave but tripped and fell down an old mineshaft and fell unconscious. He awoke hours later to darkness and no sense of where he was or how far he had fallen. With no spell to cure disease in his repertoire, he needed to reach the Arch Mage in time to stop the onset of vampirism. He would spend the next 7 days in that cave and by the time he emerged, he was at stage 4 vampirism and almost dead from the hunger. The poor courier who was wandering by the cave’s entrance that night stood no chance as Daugon drained every ounce of life from the Nord's body. Feeling better Daugon returned to College.

It was almost daybreak by the time he reached the college. He entered the Arch-Mage's quarters and explained what had happened. Two days of test potions and magic trials ended with no cure of the disease. It had already taken full hold of Daugon and there was nothing that the Arch Mage could do to help him. He mentioned a new frontier on the horizon and perhaps he could find some help there. Daugon was distraught with the thought of having to feed on humans for survival. He detested what he had done to that courier and expressed this to the Arch mage. The Arch Mage mentioned a man that comes to the College every month and delivers special ingredients. He could reach out to him and have him bring up some vials of human blood, enough to last him awhile so that Daugon can survive without having to feed. It just so happened that the Arch Mage had some vials in his possession and gave them to Daugon.

Daugon left the next night en route to the Frontier. He was warned by the Arch mage to keep his disease a secret to most he would meet. You never know how people will react to a vampire in their midst. They will not understand his way of life , even if he tried to explain he does not feed on humans. Daugon, once again was on the road looking to start a new life that may lead him to be able to continue his old life back at the college.

[Klaire]

Personality:Friendly, Serious, Level headed, Diplomatic, Courageous, Idealistic though not out of touch with the Harshe realities of the World.

Major flaw:Being so young he isn't highly regarded by all his subjects, many thinking him far too young.
A Libido certain to influence his interaction with the fairer six, though whether this is necesarrily a flaw is up for debate and circumstantial, A king must have heirs of course...

These two are going to have be changed. You have all the traits needed to be a good Leader and then you have very minor flaws, one of which is not a flaw at all but how other people see you, and the other is debatable. I'm denying this (thought WITYM has the final say) simply on the ground its a Mary Sue. Change some of it, get rid of some of the personality traits, counter them by adding some Major flaws (And I mean MAJOR, as in arrogance, cowardice, sadism, not just people don't like you for a minor reason and you're typical horny teenager) and then I'll accept this.

[Elisabete Gaspar]

Is this acceptable thus far? I do plan on writing a CS for Runa (her sister) and their background stories would be together, provided that is OK.

Name: Oletha Blomdotter

Race: Nord/Werewolf

Gender: Female

Age: 24

Appearance : Oletha stands five foot nine inches tall. She has a lean, toned figure and weighs roughly one hundred fifty pounds. Her eyes are frozen blue, they look like they could peer into your soul. She has defined cheek bones with dark brown war paint that begins by her nose, and trace the top of her cheek bones and go down by the far corner of her eyes. The paint comes to a point on her jaw line on both sides of her face. She has a scar the runs along her jaw bone on the right side, from the middle of her chin all the way back by her ear lobe. Oletha has long, dirty blonde hair. It is twisted on both sides into a sloppy braid with white and brown beads woven throughout, and where the two braids meet behind her head, it comes into one braid and flows down with the remainder of her hair. She also has the bones of her left lined with tattoos that follow the bone structure (like looking at an xray picture). On her right should there is a nasty scar from a battle axe wound. She also has what appear to be bite marks, some on her neck, wrists, and even her thighs.

Reasons for being on the Frontier: The Dragon Born wrecked havoc in their village with her three companions en-route to Alduin's Wall. Some of the surviving tribe members fled north, to more remote grounds in order to re-establish their tribe.

Class: Forsworn

Skills: Sneak, one handed combat, and her beast blood.

Clothing: Slightly warmer Forsworn armor. Snow bear fur boots and armor, with tanned leather hide that hugs her legs. Amulet of Mara, and mismatched bracers. Leather on her left, iron on her right.

Personality: Somewhat reserved for a Forsworn, for she wishes to marry and bear children, but is very obedient to her older sister. She does have a temper, which causes her to act out suddenly. In some cases, it renders her defenseless against herself, as her beast blood takes over and she sees red.

Major flaw: Once her temper takes control of her, only her sister can bring her to her senses using a calming spell.

Equipment: Half dozen lock picks, Ebony dagger enchanted with soul snare. Ebony because of the abundance that resides in the general area. Her amulet of Mara, and a small sack for gathering ingredient's for her sister.

Background:

Edit: sorry for the oversight on the timeline, I'll use her and her sister for a fan-fic. Have fun guys