Character Sheet:

Name: Justaine Dalomax (aka "The Wraith of the Abacean Sea")

Race: Breton (Evermor)

Age: 37

Gender: Male

Birthsign: The Atronach

Occupation: Smuggler / Pirate

Physical Description:


Although not as young as he once was, Justaine Dalomax still cuts an imposing figure on the deck of his ship. Standing approximately 5'10" and of athletic build, this pirate is no stranger to combat... and he goes to great lengths to ensure that his body remains in top shape. His most oft-commented upon feature are those steely gray eyes of his, which many claim have hypnotized them into following him and obeying his orders despite their better judgment. Agile and 'whispy', as many Bretons are, Justaine Dalomax has a very fluid combat style which also translates well to the tavern, where he 'floats' around easily making new friends and business partners. With an all-too-often irreverent grin and an always-amicable disposition, there's seldom a more pleasant or jovial person around.

If ever you're looking to find him, simply head for the nearest tavern. He'll be the loudest man there, with the largest grin, waving around his flagon telling wild stories of his adventures.

Apparel (clothing and armor):

Although he maintains quite an extensive wardrobe aboard his ship, Justaine Dalomax can almost always be found wearing some variety of doublet and under-shirt. Over the top of this, his signature long-coat... although in colder climes he has been known to trade the long-coat out for his hooded wool jacket. No matter what he wears, however, you can always be certain of one thing: it is immaculately maintained.

Pirate and drunkard though he might be, Justaine insists upon always -looking- like a gentleman.

Despite his best efforts, sometimes even "The Wraith of the Abacean" cannot avoid a battle.

In these situations, the pirate has at his disposal a very light suit of mithril mail. While perfectly capable of turning a blade, the armor is light and easy to maneuver in... which plays well with his very mobile style of combat. Of course, protection is sacrificed for the sake of mobility, and so the pirate has learned very quickly how to distinguish when the odds are and are not in his favor.

Weapons:

The Blade of Iniquity is perhaps the more famous of his two weapons... if not the more frequently used.

Being a heavily enchanted cutlass forged from ebony, the sword was once in the possession of the Chief Curator of a museum in Almalexia. Once belonging to one of the Dunmer Goddess's elite guardians, the Temple chose to donate the weapon to the museum upon his death... as he had no family whom could claim it. How precisely it came to be transferred from the care of such an institution and into the hands of a pirate is uncertain, but one can speculate.

Despite its intimidating appearance and foreboding size, the Blade of Iniquity is not at all heavy to the one who wields it. Instead, its enchantment passes on the entire mass of the weapon on to whomever is unfortunate enough to be struck by it. Often times, the sheer act of being hit by the Blade of Iniquity is more akin to being struck by a war-hammer... shattering bones and sending foes sprawling.

The downside to this enchantment, however, is that it cannot distinguish between friend or foe. Anyone who touches the blade of this sword is immediately burdened by its weight... and its weight is significant enough to unbalance the unprepared. In close quarters large-scale combat, this means that it is a significant risk to one's own allies to wield the weapon.

For these circumstances, the pirate always has a secondary option.

When in doubt, one falls back to the tried-and-true. For Justaine, this means that sometimes he has to forsake his treasured weapon in favor of something more practical. Nothing, then, can be said to be more practical than the flanged mace.

It's purpose is simple... bashing heads. It's usage in close quarters is easy. Being forged from silver, this mace is even good against the more incorporeal undead. Function... meet form. Form, this is function.

Personality:

Cheerful and fun-loving, yet often deep and forlorn, Justaine Dalomax is a man who has lost a great deal. He has seen a great deal of bloodshed and violence in his time serving in the Imperial Navy... and suffered unendurable personal loss. He has plummeted to depths of desperation so bleak, that the only possible outcome seemed death... and yet... he climbed back out again and forced himself to press on. This dichotomy of his seems to work, however, as he is often irreverent and rather incapable of being serious during times when others would be showing far more concern.

The ability to turn all of that off and focus himself solely upon the immediate task at hand is what usually saves him from appearing to be completely unfit to serve as Captain, and his often carefree (and sometimes care-less) behavior endear him to his crew in a fashion which few others can ever hope to achieve.

Mind you, that isn't to say that he's not a threat... or that he doesn't have a temper.

Justaine Dalomax is notorious for his pleasant disposition... even towards those whom he harbors hostile intentions. Furthermore, the man can hold a grudge forever. Cross him, and he won't soon forget it, or forgive you, despite all outward mannerisms.


Biographical Information:

Justaine is the captain of the "Insurmountable"... an immense Galleon which has carried him and his crew all over the known world, and beyond.

Originally, it was a vessel of the Imperial Navy, and he a promising young officer. Following the sudden and unexpected death of his wife, however, things began to spiral out of control. The once-proud captain fell into deep bouts of depression, during which he would drink himself into Oblivion and pray to the Nine he might not wake in the morning. His young daughter, Deselle, went weeks at a time without anyone to tend to her. Instead, the roles were reversed... and almost every waking moment of the poor girl's day was spent caring for a man who intended to kill himself, little-by-little.

It took an act of brutality and nightmarish depravity to finally shake the man from his stupor.

Deselle, headed home from the apothecary on yet another late night, was abducted while taking her usual shortcut home through they alley behind the local Inn. Screaming desperately for help, the girl's voice roused her father from where he had passed out on the floor. Barely able to stand, the ex-sailor staggered out into the middle of a thunderstorm with nothing but a pair of ragged pants and his Imperial Sabre on him. He came outside with just enough time to get a good look at the face of the Orc who had his daughter... and then promptly collapsed face-down in the mud and rain-puddles where he remained until morning.

The Orc was not just some random face. Justaine knew the man.

Durshog Gro-Balort was a thug for a few of the local smuggling syndicates. Notoriously violent and sadistic, even the criminals had distanced themselves from him after a while. The Navy wanted to take him down back when they still cared about putting an end to the smugglers coming and going from Cyrodiil... but he'd just fled up to High Rock and set himself up with his old connections in Evermor.

Over the course of the next seven days, Justaine Dalomax would track Durshog's movements. He was meticulous. And then, at last, Durshog led him right back to his base of operations. It was then and there that Justaine chose to fight... and he gave no warning as he crept up behind the Orsimer and bashed in his head with the first heavy object he could find. He didn't stop with the first blow, either. By the time he was finished, not much was left recognizable of the dead smuggler.

He entered Durshog's den and discovered that, besides his daughter, Durshog had collected quite a large number of beaten and abused looking souls. Slavery had never been in any of the documents on Durshog back in the Imperial Province, and so Justaine was left to wonder for how long this little operation had been going on. After reclaiming Deselle and releasing the other prisoners, Justaine very seriously contemplated burning the place to the ground. And then, he did.

And so, as the fire burned and the smoke plumes rose up into the sky, he made a promise: He swore that he'd cleaned up his act for good... and that from now on he would be the advlt in the family. And then, being the 'advlt' he claimed to be, he promptly decided that this seemed like the ideal time to become a pirate. This earned him the first smile to cross Deselle's face since her mother's death... followed by a rather blunt reminder that they had, in fact, just burned down a perfectly good smuggler's den without plundering it first.

Companions:


Name: Crewmen of the "Insurmountable"

The "Insurmountable" is a large ship with a fairly large crew... mostly made up of those whom were rescued from slavery during Justaine's slaying of Durshog Gro-Balort. All-in-all, the ship carries about one hundred and thirty capable men and women, each of whom have specific duties and roles assigned to them. Captain Dalomax runs his ship just the same as he did when it was still under control of the Imperial Navy... which is to say that he is still just as lax on protocols as he was back in his days in the Navy. For this, his crewmen love him, and have sailed to the ends of the world without question.


Name: Deselle Dalomax (Breton, 20, Born Under the Sign of the Lover)

Finally reunited with her father after a childhood of having him off at sea, Deselle Dalomax refused to let him sail off once again without her. Sharing all of her father's carefree charm without any of his otherwise dark brooding temper, Deselle has quickly made herself a much-beloved member of the crew. The girl is both a naturally gifted musician and a journeyman alchemist... not to mention a terrific cook. While she tends to shy away from any actual fighting during raids on other ships, she has been known to join the occasional boarding party, using her inordinate charm to convince the victim to surrender without a fight.

She shows no fear in the face of a great many dangers... though she tends to become noticeably nervous when in the presence of Orcs.


Name: Scorsarin (Redgard, 32, Born Under the Sign of the Tower)

Once an accomplished thief, Scorsarin fell into hard times when he was captured by an Orc slave-trader and smuggler while attempting to liberate some of his ill-gotten gains. Enslaved for quite some time himself, after that, it was not until Justaine Dalomax came and released those whom Durshog Gro-Balort had captured that Scorsarin truly began to believe he would live freely again. Immediately, he set off after his savior... and by the time their paths crossed ways again, it so happened that the man was looking to hire on a crew for his ship. Naturally, the grateful thief signed up.

Although physically less imposing than most of his fellow crewmen, Scorsarin is a truly masterful locksmith. That is to say, not only can he pick them... but he also designs them as well. Although he doesn't believe in an unpickable lock... his goal is to create locks complex enough that anyone short of a master like himself wouldn't know where to begin. His use of mixed mechanisms is notorious throughout Tamriel.


Name: Vitella Murcuriel (Imperial, 22)

Vitella was recruited not from the city streets, as many of her shipmates, but instead from the Imperial Legion Fort just outside Evermore. Once the navigator of the "Insurmountable" during her time as an Imperial Warship... she has again taken up the calling of Captain Justaine Dalomax, despite her better judgment. Although she acknowledges that she is far from the finest cartographer of her generation, she can fairly safely claim to be one of the last few of the 'greats' to have survived the open state of war between the crumbling Empire and the rebelling nations of Tamriel. She prides herself greatly on her skill as a navigator, however, and openly challenges any other who might claim superiority.

Physically speaking, she is in the same boat as Scorsarin, and so plays very little role in actual combat. However, she is just as capable of navigating on land as she is on water.

Name: Ruhk Ahkbar (as more Crown Redguards espouse the “ahk” sound, and more Imperial influenced Redguards espouse the Imperial “ak” sound. It is spelled differently by each of the cultural divisions.)

Race: Ra Gada (Stros M’kai)

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Birthsign: The Serpent

Physical Appearance:

Ruhk’s youngness and shape his apparent through his appearance. As a relative of King Haroun, he takes pride in his Redguard heritage, doing his best to stay in a top physical condition. He stands at a regularly average 5’9, and is somewhat muscular. He isn’t really a bulky type of guy, but his leanness makes his muscles out to be a lot stronger. Overall, his body is very athletic and is just entering its prime. His eyes are composed of a moderate brown color with a fiery look and element, and his skin is average for a Redguard, though its red tint is more significant. Ruhk wears his black hair down at all times possible, and it bowls over his head going just beyond the bottom of his neck. His nose is of average size, and even though it is not pointed, it is turned up bluntly. Ruhk often carries a smirk on his face, exposing his dimples on his cheeks. His mother used to tell him as a boy that they were the “Places where Princess Leki kissed him” before he came from the womb. He can be described as a handsome young man, as many of the ladies chase him around in Stros M’kai, do to his looks, as well as his heritage.

Apparel (clothing and armor):

When not in battle or on a specific campaign, Ruhk wears a plain white cloth shirt, along with an expensive green sleeveless vest, which shows a red stripe sown into it wrapping just below his collar in the back and then continuing down the sides of the front down to the bottom of the vest. On special family occasions, he may wear a thin, round fabric cap, which features a circular, brush like point sticking out. The cap is somewhat of a golden brown color, and the brush fabric matches it evenly with the only exception of being a little lighter. When Ruhk does go to battle or on a military campaign, he wears this cuirass: http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/Nephtys/Medieval%20European%20Armour/Eastern%20Europe/Bechter.jpg
The cuirass is comprised of a moderately thin center steel plate, comprised of leather padding on the inside, and a layer of bronze platelets and mail decoration on the outside. The outside is bronze layering is composed of different strips of it (shown in picture), which are melted into the steel below. The cuirass features three circles, each holding their own symbol. On the right circle, a sword is shown, which pays respects to Cyrus the restless. On the left, the crest of Sentinel is shown, which depicts the loyalty of Stros M’kai, as well as the heritage of Ruhk. In the center, a serpent head is shown, which depicts Sep. The cuirass does not restrict his mobility because it does not cover his joints. He wears something like this helmet in battle, except the top is only as half as tall, and really “bowls” like his hair, instead of swirling up: http://www.movie-armour.com/ekmps/shops/fbfxltd1/images/saracencav1new.jpg

Along with his cuirass, he wears an additional leather strap for a neck guard. The strap is topped with hardened leather, along with a thin layer of steel. For shoulder pads, he wears round leather pads, which are accompanied by a steel strip over them, capped by an additional strip of decorative bronze. Just below them, he wears another leather pad along his upper arm, which is strapped on. It is capped with the same decorative steel and bronze. It features additional flap leather pads, which protect the sides of his arms. His elbow pads are generally of the same composition, holding the same leather strap padding, along with the steel and bronze and the additional flap pads. He wears leather gauntlets, which are composed of small steel pads made into them, protecting his wrist as well as his finger joints. He also wears leather bracers, which hold the same steel plate, but this time a layer of bronze mail over it, much like the cuirass. The cuirass’ mail does extend past the waist, covering the hip and pelvic area. To cover his upper legs, Ruhk wears something like his arm pads, which are composed of leather strap padding, steel plate, and an additional small strip of decorative bronze plate. They are similar to his other pads, holding the same flap padding. His knee pads are virtually the same as his elbow pads, including the additional leather flap pads to protect the sides of Ruhk’s knees. His greaves, or shin guards, are similar to his other pads. For good footing, he wears an expensive pair of leather boots, which are very protective, as well as comfortable. They each hold a very small pocket in the side, which Ruhk uses for his purposes. Besides his apparel and armor, Ruhk wears a leather belt around his waist, which he uses to hold some of his different possessions. Along with this, he carries a round shield, which is made of oak wood, along with a coat of steel. On the shield, the Crest of Sentinel is depicted around the Snake Head of Stros M’kai, which is shown to have a sword coming from its mouth.


Weapons:

His main weapon is a scimitar: http://getasword.com/365-438-thickbox/arabic-scimitar-sword.jpg, which holds a small amount of serration near the bottom, allowing for tearing of the skin. The sword was given to him by his father and is very important to Ruhk. Ruhk carries an additional spear as a medium range weapon, which is forged of fine wood from the few Strosian forests, bearing a 3 sided arrow head, which holds the three circle symbols exactly like the cuirass, one on each side. He brings 2 or 3 of identical spear heads with him, as his servant carries them. In addition to this, he also has one of his servants to carry his crossbow. It’s a moderate type, not really being necessarily heavy or light. His servant generally carries thirty or so bolts to go along with it. Ruhk, depending on the situation, may take it into battle. When he doesn’t need it in battle, he gives his servant permission to use it to defend himself. Other than that, Ruhk carries a small scimitar-like dagger, which he keeps tied to his belt.

Misc:

For emergencies, he keeps a small razor blade with a metal chain hooked to it in his small boot pocket. His servant carries a leather sack for him, which holds different foods and such from Stros M’kai, as well as quill, ink, and paper. It also holds a special golden amulet, which features the Snake of Stros M’kai inside of the Crest of Sentinel. The picture depicts a sword coming forth from the snake’s mouth. Ruhk wears a one piece mask made to fit his face nearly perfectly. Leather padding was put along the inside to make the mask comfortable, as steel does not feel well on the face after being heated. The mask is strapped around his head during battle, and holds a symbol similar to the one on his shield and amulet, with the exception that the sword is non-existent on the mask. The snake’s mouth is opened over the open spot where Ruhk’s nostrils are. Two sockets are cut out of the mask, allowing him to breathe.

Misc Info:

Ruhk is young and his body has just entered its prime. Despite his age, he has 4 years of military experience, and is trained well with the sword. His mother is the first cousin of King Haroun, who he has a good relationship with. Despite being chased by many ladies in Stros M’kai, even though well aware of it, Ruhk isn’t the type to go running around with a lot of women. If he has a relationship, he stays loyal to it and usually doesn’t try to do anything dirty. As far as the field goes, Ruhk does have honor in his heritage and relation to the High King. While his attitude is a bit honorable, it isn’t “fair and knightly”. He doesn’t mind if the fight is lopsided, or if something dirty or unorthodox is used. Though he usually doesn’t do these types of things, he definitely approves of it. Ruhk, even though not altered in religion or way of life, does have some Imperial influence. It is shown in his armor, and even many of the techniques of swordsmanship he knows are influenced. Stros M’kai, while crown, has its share of foreign influence, and Ruhk upon hearing anyone call him “Forbear” will read it as blasphemy. This usually isn’t a problem except for snotty Imperials who like to tamper with him. His men, as well as the other Ra Gada throughout Hammerfell, all view him as a true crown and pure Redguard. Even though many are able to identify his small foreign influence, they feel that he uses it for the best and that he did not choose to have it, but rather it was born with him. Being nobility, Ruhk is completely literate, as well as knowledgeable and intelligent.

Psychological Profile:

Ruhk is a respectable, fine young man with a temper that is slow to wrath. Despite being the “rich kid” many of the foreigners in Stros M’kai saw him as, his close Redguard friends saw him as a hardworking boy. While not very outgoing, Ruhk is no quiet man, as one cannot have a voice without speaking. Ruhk separates himself from the nobility he grew up with, having a bastard-like cleverness, similar to King Haroun’s cleverness with his disguise as Saladin. He respects Redguards to the highest point, noblemen and the simple soldier. Believing that you must get respect to achieve it, he is respectable to all of the foreigners, and even more to those few that accept Ra Gada authority. All foreign advisors who have ever entered the land hold a high opinion of Ruhk and the amount of respect he shows for all men and mer everywhere, as he does count all people equal. However, this does not stop his believe that Hammerfell is the destined homeland of the Raga. Despite this respect, Ruhk despises those who commit treason and betray their Raga homeland, which in an instance warrants his temper control to be completely void.

History/Bio:

As a boy, the old Yoku noblemen told him stories of the first great heroes of Hammerfell, or what was then Volenfell. Growing up in the large trade city of Stros M’kai, home of Cyrus the Restless, Ruhk was a descendant of Elden Yokeda themselves. His father is the now King Haroun’s first cousin, who was the original ruler of Stros M’kai before becoming the High King. Because of his heritage, Ruhk grew up reading books, learning of politics and Raga history, but most importantly the heritage of a Raga warrior, which he would become. His father was a great warrior, who began teaching Ruhk different things at an early age. While swordsmanship was the main priority, Ruhk also learned how to use the spear, as well as throw a javelin and shoot a crossbow, though he never tried to learn how to shoot an actual bow. At the age of 16, the young boy, who was now quite a warrior for his age, began serious sparing with other warriors from across Tamriel. While he was an above average fighter for his age, he lost his fair share like any other Raga. Losing only made one more equipped with a skill. He even practiced with his family, including his other cousins, his father, and Haroun himself at one point. The year he reached advlthood at the age of 18 (4E 2), the War of the Wolves came. Shorty after his father pronounced him his own man, he set out to go with the infantry from the city. Despite Haroun giving him orders not to go, and his father even begging him to do the same, Ruhk replied, “Father, I am my own man” and still set out to Sentinel to fight. When he arrived, Haroun was notified. Seeing the grown boy was determined to fight for his country and cousin, Haroun decided not to send his relative back. He asked Ruhk to join his court with him, but Ruhk respectively declined his offer, and instead told Haroun he had his training during his childhood years to fight in a war that would eventually come; not to sit in a court among noblemen. He insisted it was time for himself to fight among those of his kind for his homeland. Haroun surprisingly gave the grown boy what he wanted, but assigned him a bodyguard and advisor. This advisor was an ansei named Amaru Shakur, who overtime became just as much of a friend to Ruhk as he was a mentor. That is when Ruhk acquired his real test of war, both from the strategic perspective as well as the face-to-face combat perspective. The Redguards won the War of the Wolves, as they would call it for ages. Ruhk’s earlier young opinion was reformed, for now he had lived through the true bitterness of war. He arrived back at his home in Stros M’kai; Amaru himself even returned with the still young Raga. Haroun appointed him to aid in governmental decisions with the town, as he would possibly govern it at an older age. From there, he appointed him as the head general under Haroun of the forces of the King’s Army in Stros M’kai. From there, he continued his military studies, as well as his warrior practices. Through Amaru staying by the young Raga, Ruhk has learned a lot more over the years since the siege. Ruhk is determined to fight for Sentinel, and to restore Hammerfell to the the Raga, who he believes were destined to rule it, united as their homeland!

Companions:

Amaru Skakur (Redguard, 38):

Bodyguard, adviser, and most importantly friend to Ruhk; assigned to mentor Ruhk in the War of the Wolves, Amaru became his good friend. Amaru’s head is completely shaven, but his skin is dark, as are his eyes and furry black brows that fit perfectly with his straight nose. The only hair on his head is seen on his chin, where he does wear some slight facial hair that fuzzes off of his face. He is growing in age, but is readily skilled as a second level Ansei, one of the few. Often not enjoying fighting in battles, Amaru spends most of his time as a bodyguard to Ruhk and his advisor. His effect on Ruhk on the scale of the mentor is just as important, if not more important, than Amaru’s skill on the battlefield. Being in the Halls of the Virtues of War since he was a boy, Amaru has learned the way of life of the monk. When not in war, he wears an assortment of colorful robes all twisted and tied around him in various assortments. When in war, his mind remains as that of a monk, as does his peaceful attitude. However, his apparel preference goes to put steel lamellar over his robes, as well as bracers (ignore the sword):

http://www.armstreet.com/ebay/art/kermongolsteelscale01.jpg

On his joints, as well as other places on his body that are unprotected, he wears an assortment of leather strap pads, which are similar to Ruhk’s, only without the steel and bronze plating. His cultural mask is a one piece, which is completely silver, being swirled with the different colors of his robes. He carries no weapon, at least no weapon of physical form. His weapon is his very mind, used to form the fiery mind sword, which is called the Shehai. Amaru is a destructive force, but more importantly is wise, mature, and not easily panicked. He is a great mentor and friend to Ruhk, which is his most important purpose.

Dikembe Motatombu (Redguard, 24):

Young and arrogant are the words to describe Dikembe. A skilled swordsman raised in Stros M’kai, partaking in tournaments and such things. He is decently large standing at 6’5, being accompanied by bricks of muscle and a long wingspan. He wears black, braded dreadlocks, which find their way 4 inches below his shoulders. His skin is very dark with nearly no redness. He is likely the most athletic, skilled warrior in the whole of the group. Even though he is skilled, his own arrogance and foolishness may eventually lead to his ultimate downfall. He wears steel lamellar full body armor along with leather padding, and bears a steel longsword, along with another iron shortsword as a side arm. He does carry a metal-plated round shield of decent size, usually on his back. On some occasions he will choose to hold it in his left arm, though he does prefer to fight two-handed. He wears no helmet in battle, and prefers to add nothing else; hoping staying light will aid his agility. His mask is a full green color, showing a red snake coming down from his forehead. He often does many foolish things, as he did in the War of the Wolves. Perhaps if he wasn’t so skilled, he would already be lying in the earth. If he doesn’t turn from his arrogant ways soon and mature, these days may be his last.

Sobotai Sahara (Redguard, 32):

Just beginning to leave his physical prime, Sobotai is a light skinned Ra Gada out of Stros M’kai. His head is completely shaven, and his head is more long and curved at the same time. His nose is a little larger than usual, and his brows are more straight and narrow. Sobotai is Ruhk’s secondary general, and is quite the devious bastard. He holds very little honor in fighting, going into combat only to win. He often uses very unusual dirty tactics, going to points where they are rarely mentioned by even some military officials. Ruhk strangely, however, does give approval of it. Sobotai, called “Subotai” by the Imperials, is completely loyal to the High King Haroun. He stands at about six foot, and is rather bulky. As for his personality, while cocky, he can walk the walk when it comes to military and strategy. He isn’t necessarily arrogant, and doesn’t do stupid things. Sobotai is known for not having much of an overflowing temper and using his anger to drive himself forward and send his moral plunging to the skies. His weakness is by far his unawareness, which is made up with Ruhk’s unusual aware ability for a young lad. His steel cuirass looks something like this: http://www.metmuseum.org/special/Warriors_of_the_Himalayas/images/6-lamellar-armor.L.jpg
With that, he wears something similar to this helmet, with less chain on the bottom, instead replacing it with a leather neck guard: http://www.capnmac.com/archery/maille/img/Image1.jpg As for the rest of his body, he wears the same leather plate similar to what Ruhk wears, with the exception of there being no bronze.

Belisarius Baenius (Imperial, Male, 34)

Twin brother to Justin Baenius and co-leader of the Illegitimate Nobles mercenary group. He has a stocky, tall build at 6'3" and quite muscular from good portion of his life as a mercenary. His hair is light brown and kept quite short. His shoulders are broad and square and he has a strong jaw and prominent nose in between two pearly blue eyes. He is a skilled fighter of course, being able to use swords, spears and bows with decent enough skill and can also ride horses if needed. Like most in the company, he owns a mail hauberk with pieces of padded leather and cloth on his shoulders, biceps and legs. He owns a short, broad blade, decorated moderately on its pommel and a modest round shield of wood and iron.

He is the more fiery of the two brothers and more prone to fits of anger and poor judgment. His strong personality obviously has it's benefits of course but he is also capable of imitating his brothers more controlled attitude when it comes to gain for the group.

Having grown up on a sizeable tract of land in the Nibenay, start up money was easy to come by once his parents died. Being ambitious along with his brother, they sold the land and its servants/underlings to gain enough money to start a group of similarly ambitious young nobles who soon came to call themselves the Illegitimate Nobles as they had no land anymore. After several successes, large amounts of money and a little luck, the group established itself and moved to Hammerfell to gain from the intense opposition going on in the area between Redguards and Imperials.


Justin Baenius (Imperial, Male, 34)

Twin brother to Belisarius Baenius and co-leader of the Illegitimate Nobles mercenary group. He has a stocky, tall build at 6'3" and quite muscular from good portion of his life as a mercenary. His hair is light brown and kept quite short. His shoulders are broad and square and he has a strong jaw with a line of black stubble and prominent nose in between two pearly blue eyes. He is a skilled fighter of course, being able to use swords, spears and bows with decent enough skill and can also ride horses if needed. Like most in the company, he owns a mail hauberk with pieces of padded leather and cloth on his shoulders, biceps and legs. He owns a shorter blade then his brother as moderately decorated as his brothers as well as a strong understanding of magick in the form of Destruction and Alteration magicks.

He is the more subtle, mild-mannered of the brothers. He is often a voice of temperament to his brother in many dealings but sometimes his soft nature allows him to be manipulated by strong-willed opponents, though he is able to out wit some of his slower opponents as well and should by no means thought of as weak.

Having grown up on a sizeable tract of land in the Nibenay, start up money was easy to come by once his parents died. Being ambitious along with his brother, they sold the land and its servants/underlings to gain enough money to start a group of similarly ambitious young nobles who soon came to call themselves the Illegitimate Nobles as they had no land anymore. After several successes, large amounts of money and a little luck, the group established itself and moved to Hammerfell to gain from the intense opposition going on in the area between Redguards and Imperials.


Praxedes Duoar (Imperial, Female, 32)

One of the higher up and more trusted nobles of the group. She is incredibly small for a warrior at a measly 5'1" and 125 pounds but her body is muscular and thick. Her long chestnut hair seems to be perpetually tied in a pony-tail that falls to her shoulder blades. Her nose is bent and clearly previously broken and her eyes are small, squinty and watery-blue. Her jawline is slender and delicate and seem to even out her rugged appearance a little. Two scars run perpendicular each other from her right ear to her eye and from her right ear to her neck. her skin is dark tanned as well. Despite her size, even on a main battlefield she is a threat, wielding bow and short saber with skill as well as small metal buckler and a hard leather (almost like lamellar) chest protector. She is also a strong choice for stealth operations and has a knack for alchemy.

She is another strong personality but she generally has her tempers in check. She often accompanies the brothers on diplomatic missions and job "interviews" as a strong presence in meetings. She highly enjoys the pleasures of the flesh, including six, drugs and alcohol and enjoys all the things in life to their fullest.

Being decent friends of the Baenius family, she shared their ambitions for becoming a strong mercenary force and sold her parents land as soon as the Twins inherited their own parents fortune. She's been there from the start and therefore is highly trusted and respected by everyone, including the Twins.


Vhosek (Redguard, Male, 38)

A fine example of the skilled warriors that are produced by the Ra'Gada race. He stands at an average 6 feet tall and is much more slender then the Twins with rounder shoulder and a thinner build but he is without a doubt stronger then them with long legs and wiry muscles. His head is clean shaven and tattooed with many runes and such. His eyes are a delicate brown to match his skin tone and his nose is flat and broad. He is highly skilled with spear and shield, bow and arrow and long sword on the battlefield and has a strong sense of strategy and politics. His spear is nine feet long and made of fine wood and tipped in silver. His shield is a medium sized round wooden shield, strapped to his left arm but easily removed to fight with his blade which is a fine falcata edged with silver as well, sensibly decorated and wears a fine scale hauberk.

He is an outspoken personality with the ability to intimidate many with his cold stare but is by no means an unfriendly man, and is the first to join the drinking and gambling men in the mess hall (so to speak in a cave). He has a somewhat sick sense of humor and is a wild looter after a successful battle, sometimes having to be held in check by his peers. Honorable in battle but ruthless in looting as a victor, he is not the best person to lose to.

Vhosek joined after the group had established himself, but still when they were a fledgling rag-tag bunch in eastern Cyrodiil and southern Cyrodiil. He is who began the group acceptance of those who are of un-noble birth but were still quite wealthy. He is well respected by all members and is held in high regard by the Twins. He often accompanies whoever Praxedes isn't going with and stands only behind her in rank of the army.


Dalvus Llenim (Dunmer, Male, 138)

A typical skinny mage type. Roughly 5'8" and though well toned from traveling, he is nowhere near as strong as his companions. His dirty white hair is long, unkempt and unstyled to fall down his back, almost to his tailbone though it is often tucked into his hood. His typical red eyes of a Dunmer are large and wide, giving away his curiosity in many things. His face is still youthful but weathered from travel and battle. He can wield a heavy steel mace with surprising skill with help from its enchanted "hardness" to deal good damage with little weight. His main power comes in the arcane however, nearly mastering the school on Conjuration and being highly proficient in Illusion magicks, whilst dabbling enough in destruction to protect himself. He robes are a navy blue color, with purple runes circling the bottom and the wrists.

He is a soft spoken, mild tempered, group "punching bag" of a personality. He knows the jokes come in good fun but his companions often choose him as a target to unleash frustration in the from of insults which he lets roll of his shoulders. He is highly intelligent however and enjoys discussions with a certain Dremora who he favors to summon and has earned a shred of respect from the being. No matter how soft spoken he may seem, to anger him is to usually bring upon your demise at the hands of a Daedroth while you lie immobilized on the ground.

He was another latecomer who also brought a magickal component to the mercenary group. He and 300 fellow wizards went West and took a small part in the Sentinel-Empire wars, before joining up with the Twins six months ago when the group first entered Hammerfell. Being the only magick users of the group, they are highly valued but each wields decent power in varying schools of magick. Dalvus is well respected by the Twins, and because of how fast he earned their trust, he is often hated by the others who sometimes think he charmed the two men into liking him.


Illegitimate Nobles (3500)

Mages of Dalvus (290): Originally a group of 300 followers and friends of Dalvus, their numbers have been reduced a little since joining the mercenaries do to numbers of reasons but they are still a formidable mixed-pot of races of wizards.While most are Dunmer, they have picked up a number of Imperials, Bretons and Nords on their way through Hammerfell. Nothing unifies them except that they fight for the same men, as they all wear unique robes and clothes and each man specializes in different types of magick. Several are even considered battlemages or nightblades and can be used for different operations.

Illegitimate Nobles (3210): Not necessarily all nobles nowadays, but most of them still came from affluent families that were either of noble birth or came by great wealth through business, ect. Like the mages, no man has exactly the same "kit" as the man next to him but through looting, personal funds and the contributions of the Twins from their vast wealth, each man generally has some sort of chain hauberk or shirt, or at least a strong lamellar cuirass of leather; as well as each man having randomized protection of leather, padded cloth or steel (in the case of the fastest looters) for shoulders, legs, knees, ect.
Most are capable of using a bow, and many have looted, brought with them or bought a bow for use. Weapons vary widely from short blades, to long swords, to curved scimitars and even claymores, hammers of varying size and spears. Despite their hodge-podge of gear, they have been drilled somewhat effectively into shape by the Twins to hold a decent formation on the move in battle but nothing compared to the Legions. Loot is their main source of income, and captured women their main source of pleasure, and when they see the enemy line break it generally turns into a free-for-all that the Twins have a hard time controlling. In battle they are generally divided into what equipment each has and what is needed in the fight.

Each man (fighters and mages) carry their own shelter portions and bedrolls, weapons, a waterskin, a pot between groups of four men, and armor. The group also have eight horses for use, that are mainly used for the Twins and their entourage to get to a meeting quickly or patrol different parts of a battle line, or for foragers to fetch water quickly or chase of enemy foragers/raid. At the moment they also have two oxen but, like in the past, they often sell/eat/leave these behind depending on the circumstances.

Name: Morgana of Talwin's Watch (A idyllic village located near the border between Hammerfall and High Rock)

Gender: Female

Race: Breton

Age: 22

Birthsign: The Steed

Class: Alchemist

Physical Description: A small wiry woman, Morgane appears rather diminutive, often assumed to be weak or fragile. However, despite her lack of height, she makes up for it by being incredibly agile and dexterous. She has a thin, athletic frame with long fingers well suited to delicate handiwork, be it alchemy or perhaps, picking pockets. Her features are typically Breton, a sharp jaw, pale skin and startling blue eyes. Her face complemented by a simple bob cut, her burgundy hair reaching just past her jaw.

History: Born in the idyllic village of Talwin's Watch, Morgana was born with a fraternal twin, her brother, Cyric. Her father was once a member of the Mage's Guild, leaving to form a family, he sustained the family by occasionally hunting the wild animal for food and providing his magical services to the village. Her mother on the other hand was an accomplished alchemist, brewing potions of all sorts, often to the occasional traveller who wandered into their village. So it was that Morgana and Cyric were raised in the village of Talwin's Watch, far from the the hushed whispers of war that were brewing in distant parts of Tamriel.

Occasionally their parents took the twins to the cities of Hammerfall, often for business or to sell left-over potion stock. Most times, Morgana was overwhelmed by the noise and filth that filled the streets. When they weren't out and about, Morgana and Cyric were being taught basic skills by their parents, brewing potions, casting magic and learning to read and write. The twins never received a formal education. Aside from the more magically inclined education they received from their parents, the twins also found work about the village when they weren't needed. It was around this time that the tidings of war were spreading throughout the land.

Even in distant Talwin's Watch, there were murmurs of conscription and even an army that was headed towards Sentinel. Father dismissed it as nonsense, saying, "Morgana, look at us, we must be a hundred leagues away from Sentinel, they will not find us.". So it was, as though answering Father's comment, that the peace of Talwin's Watch was shattered on the dawn of Loredas. Raiders attacked the village, pillaging and killing. Many of the villagers fell that night, the rest fled through the forest. Towards Sentinel. Somehow, the twins and some few others had escaped the devastation and reached the safety of Sentinel. Months later, the war now long past, the twins have been eeking out a meagre living selling potions.

Weapons:
- A wooden staff
- Steel Dagger (Hidden)

Armour/Clothing:
- She wears a sleeveless tunic with simple pants, fastened by a leather belt. She wears sturdy leather boots.

Misc. Items:
- An enchanted knapsack which prevents the contents from being damaged by physical means (The contents will still behave like normal when outside of the bag)
- An alchemy set, kept in the bag, which magically prevents the delicate equipment from shattering.
- 30 Ra'Gadan Coins

Name: Cyric of Talwin's Watch

Gender: Male

Race: Breton

Age: 22

Birthsign: The Steed

Class: Nightblade

Physical Description: A small wiry man, Cyric carries himself in a quiet, unassuming manner. While he is of similar height to his sister, Cyric has a much more muscular frame, looking unexpectedly powerful despite his lack of height. His features are similar to that of his sister's, the same sharp jaw and pale skin, although his eyes are a much colder, more icy blue. His burgundy hair is parted in the middle, hanging neatly down to his shoulder.

History: (Pretty much the same as Morgana's, so I'll cut some of that out) While Morgana tried to make a honest living by selling potions, Cyric had quickly learned that there were some things that just needed to be taken discreetly. Often, when Cyric wasn't looking after his sister, he could be found in the streets from dawn til dusk, returning with a bag full of coin and trinkets.

Weapons:
- Battered Steel Longsword (He wears it when he's body guarding Morgana, he's absolutely terrible with it, its just for show)
- Fine Steel Dagger (His favoured weapon, he keeps it on him at all times and can be rather deadly with it)

Armour/Clothing:
- Worn set of Leather Armor.

Misc. Items:
- Dirty Mirror
- 55 Ra'Gadan Coins

Name: Alaudis Archen (All-odd-iss R-ken)
Race: Breton
six: Male
Birthsign: The Lady
Age: 19
Appearance: Alaudis is a young, boyish-faced Breton with a body of average height and a somewhat slender shape. He has flushed, lightly tanned skin and thick brown hair kept back, flowing to the bottom of his neck. His fingernails are long, as characteristic of a Breton.
Skills: Alaudis has natural skills with magicka from being of Breton birth, uses with a bow, and wears light armor. He has advanced his capabilities through use and training, though he lacks the experience and finesse that come with time.
Armor: A suit of chainmail armor with leather coverings on the shoulder, elbow, torso, and greave areas, with his family's [post='coat of arms']http://www.mytribe101.com/crest/cache/PxhN8uIyybcLlSTbaW4f5w.jpg[/post] sewn into the middle of the chest by his mother. Durable leather/fur boots and gloves purchased from the border of High Rock and Skyrim. Most importantly, a [post='glass helmet']http://s228.photobucket.com/albums/ee11/Conan_Lon/Oblivion/VvardenfellGlass/?action=view¤t=Heavy_Male_Armor.jpg[/post] that his father brought back from Vvardenfell and was recovered from his body after he fell during the War of Betony.
Weapons: A sturdy wooden longbow, a sharp silver dagger, and a fine [post='steel bastard sword']http://www.jamesthejust.com/images/Long%20Sword%20II0011.JPG[/post].It is inscribed upon the hilt "May sharp steel strike true." He has never used this blade, as it is a momento, retrieved from his dead brother's hand.
Personality: Alaudis is quiet at times, and gives his trust and friendship away easily. He is somewhat meek and shy, but if the situation calls for his inner strength, he can become very chivalrous, brave, and intimidating. In women he seeks love, romance, and happiness rather than pleasure.
History: Alaudis was born in High Rock, the second child of an average couple. His mother was a simple housewoman, while his father was a soldier in the service of High Rock. His older brother was Belarus (Bell-R-Us) Archen, a famed hero known for his good deeds. Belarus was but sixteen when his hometown of Llessan was sacked by bandits, he rallied together a militia of boys near his age and attaked the bandit hideout, wiping them out, and returning all of the townspeople's stolen items and keepsakes. He went on to do many heroic deeds, such as personally lead defenses of major trade routes from highwaymen, slay a pack of wolves that were harming citizens, and become a respected fighters guild champion. He was killed while leading a band of men against a group of rebel mages who threatened attack mage's guildhalls in High Rock. Alaudis was always envious of his brother, he always wanted to be the heroic knight, clad in heavy armor hacking away at evildoers with a sword and winning the day. He has far more skill in magic than Belarus ever did, but he can't carry the weight of heavy armor, and isn't the best of swordsman. To make up for these shortcomings, he's become comfortable in light armor and the use of a bow, and has even more skill in magic than the average Breton. Soon after the death of his brother, his father was sent off to continue his service to High Rock, where he was slain. Alaudis misses his father and brother greatly, and he carries items that were returned to their family after each of their deaths. He has strived his entire life to become a hero, to live up to the name of his brother and the honor of his father.