Name: Belisarius Baenius
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Race: Imperial
Birthsign: The Warrior

Skills (in a nutshell): Blade, Spear, Marksmen, Medium armor, Block, Speechcraft, Horseback Riding/Fighting

General Appearance: A stocky and muscular man of roughly 6'3" with broad, square shoulders and a solid build. Has light brown hair which is kept short and generally messy allowing his pearly-blue eyes to shine without being blocked by hair. He has a strong jawline and a somewhat prominent nose. His face is usually clean shaven but often he grows out a fine mustache which he will curl at its ends just for laughs most of the time.

Weapons: Short, broad blade with modest pommel decoration. Though he doesn't carry them with him like his blade, he also uses spears and bows when needed.

Armour/Clothing: Wears a chain hauberk like the rest of his troops augmented with bits of leather and cloth padded bits on the shoulders, legs and biceps. Also has an assortment of plain tunics and trousers as well as a set of nice clothes for the occasional fancy occasion.

Personality: Defiantly more abrasive then his twin brother, he is often prone to fits of anger which often cloud his judgement. He is starting to control his anger but he is also somewhat immature as well and people often think he is bi-polar as he enjoys trying out different personalities depending on the situation and his mood. He can be civilized but he prefers to leave that stuff to his brother and is more of a typical soldier who enjoys a night of bloodshed and then mead. He likes to intimidate people as well with his attitude and decent-sized build but is generally a nice, if somewhat abrasive, guy if someone gets to know him.

Brief History: Born into a minor noble family in Nibenay with a decent amount of land that he inherited upon their deaths when he and his brother were still fairly young. Being so young however, they rashly sold off the land and its property and slaves to get the money to begin a band of mercenaries to fight with them in the turbulent times. Like most mercenaries, he saw tons of action during the Oblivion Crisis but ended up fighting bandits and rogue upstarts more than invading demons from the hordes of Dagon. Despite this however, he still earned a reputation in the Mowwind-Argonia-Cyrodiil corner of the world for their skills in lightning fast raids. He did not take part in the Imperial invasion of Hammerfell but he and his brother decided to move north as new conflict has promised to break out and with profit to be made.


Name: Justin Baenius
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Race: Imperial
Birthsign: The Warrior

Skills (in a nutshell): Blade, Spear, Marksmen, Medium armor, Block, Speechcraft, Horseback Riding/Fighting, Destruction, Alteration

General Appearance: A stocky and muscular man of roughly 6'3" with broad, square shoulders and a solid build. Has light brown hair which is kept short and generally messy allowing his pearly-blue eyes to shine without being blocked by hair. He has a strong jawline and a somewhat prominent nose. His face is usually clean shaven but often he grows out a fine mustache which he will curl at its ends just for laughs most of the time.

Weapons: A shorter blade then his brother but still with a broad blade and modestly decorated pommel. Though he doesn't carry them with him like his blade, he also uses spears and bows when needed and can also use destruction magicks almost like a battlemage.

Armour/Clothing: Wears a chain hauberk like the rest of his troops augmented with bits of leather and cloth padded bits on the shoulders, legs and biceps. Also has an assortment of plain tunics and trousers as well as a set of nice clothes for the occasional fancy occasion.

Personality: He is more subtle and mild-mannered then his twin brother and usually handles the more delicate situations and meetings as well as attending any fancy dinners they are invited to by clients. He often has to be a voice of calm to his brother and seems to be the only one who can tame the man when he truly flies into a rage. He seems to be incapable of being "mean" and has often been out-manipulated in meetings because of it but his calculating manner and calm facade also let him get the upper hand as well. His brother dislikes his love for magick but it has become a hobby for him for the last few years as he drifts further from the mundane side of battle into the magickal side of things.

Brief History: Born into a minor noble family in Nibenay with a decent amount of land that he inherited upon their deaths when he and his brother were still fairly young. Being so young however, they rashly sold off the land and its property and slaves to get the money to begin a band of mercenaries to fight with them in the turbulent times. Like most mercenaries, he saw tons of action during the Oblivion Crisis but ended up fighting bandits and rogue upstarts more than invading demons from the hordes of Dagon. Despite this however, he still earned a reputation in the Mowwind-Argonia-Cyrodiil corner of the world for their skills in lightning fast raids. He did not take part in the Imperial invasion of Hammerfell but he and his brother decided to move north as new conflict has promised to break out and with profit to be made.

Accomplices:

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.




Name: Jo'Khart
Gender: Male
Age: 39
Race: Khajiit (Dagi)
Birthsign: The Steed

Skills (in a nutshell): Destruction, Illusion, Alteration, Sneak, Athletics, Acrobatics, Battle-magick

General Appearance: Slightly larger than a house cat, maybe two feet at the shoulder when on all four legs. Not chunky or muscular by any means, long whiskers and a tail with what seems to be a perpetually singed tip.
Hair: Medium length tan color fur.

Weapons: Pure magicka

Armour/Clothing: A few sets of close fitting (not tight but not baggy) robes, of different colors and designs but usually greens, browns, yellows and blues.

Other Items: An amulet that he has fashioned into a belt due to his size. A simple triangle of metal with a small pearl set into it giving him uncanny speed and agility.

Personality: Highly intelligent and speaks in a very formal manner, even if with friends which can make sifting through conversations with him a challenge in listening. He recently turned to a more experimental use of magick, trying spell effects out in ways that they rarely get used due to him being intelligent and somewhat eccentric. All around, not a bad guy to hang out with though humor is not something he is good at.

Brief History: Born in Elsweyr but soon moved around the Empire to learn magick at his own pace because his family was constantly on the move. His magickal prowess comes from his mother and for a Khajiit, he lived a pretty good life in avoiding the troubles many of his people had to endure back home. When he and his family parted ways he continued to study magick under the Guild members in Bruma where he had split from his family. He has never seen one of his kind (Dagi) during his extensive travels and it is one of the reasons which he travels back to ELsweyr for. He did not travel long when he met his friend Arnand who he is with now who protected him during his dangerous studies. After several years in Bruma, he journeyed to Hammerfell to get a feeling on magicks in the west where he knew them to be frowned upon and fatefully met his old friend Arnand after deciding his life needed some adventure to it.



Name: Arnand Ashford
Gender: Male
Age: 31
Race: Breton
Birthsign: The Tower

Skills (in a nutshell): Blade, Athletics, Medium armor, Shield Training, Alteration, Climbing, Marksmen

General Appearance: A tall, dashing man of roughly 6'4" with a strong, sturdy build of 185 pounds. His face (and body) are tanned slightly and his face is clean-shaven with high cheek bones and a small, pointed nose. His body is tall but with sturdy, broad shoulders.
Hair: Long and black, tied into a ponytail.
Eyes: A light blue. Round shaped but small.

Weapons: http://getasword.com/blog/wp-content/gallery/types-of-swords-medieval/sabre.jpg with plain black scabbard. A simple http://cdn2.iofferphoto.com/img/item/202/557/954/g_welsh-short-bow-915d0.jpg w/ quiver of 20 arrows. A small dagger as well used both for fighting and as a tool so it is quite worn.

Armour/Clothing: A fine shirt of http://www.swordsofmight.com/images/products/detail/Riveted_Aluminum_Chainmail_Shirt.jpg over a very light long sleeved shirt. A nice green or blue or brown (depends) vest is worn over these as well. Wears a pair of nice, shin-high leather boots that seem brand new despite being worn for a decade. A simple pair of black trousers and a hood (but no cloak) for travel. The gauntlet on his right (sword) hand is simple worn leather and cloth. The one on his left hand is a strange black material like the Dark Brotherhood armor, with veins of red running through it from finger to wrist and three horizontal mithral bands crossing the wrist as well. This is enchanted with spell reflection in the way of basically "catching" the energy of incoming spells and returning them back with less power then originally cast.

He gained his enchanted gauntlet when he stumbled upon the ruins of a tower in Skyrim. Inside, he found the slain body of what must have been a powerful wizard. Sensing the powerful magick in the gauntlet he took it, only to read in the wizards notes that the thing was sentient and could not be removed until death. Being sentient it chooses who its master is and when it grows dissatisfied with its current one, it simply ceases to function when the wearer goes to reflect another spell, hopefully killing or defeating its wearer to be passed on. Though not proven, the wizard also said he had extremely bad luck after he put it on and Arnand has come to agree that it causes the wearer to have bad luck sometimes.

Other Items: A journal, map, basic survival gear including Jo'Khart's clothes, spellbook and such.

Personality: Though not shy, some might wish he was as he can be somewhat abrasive with his sarcasm and general rudeness towards women. He is still a good companion as he has a strong sense of loyalty and to the surprise of many, his pride is non-existent. He can go serious however if the moment calls for it but he would still prefer a flagon of ale and a wench in his lap any day as he is quite the womanizer. He is sometimes looked upon as crazy as the gauntlet speaks to him telepathically and Arnand mouthes his telepathic reply often, and is often irritated by the constant intrusions of the gauntlet.

Brief History: A noble High Rock-born lad of the Ashdford family in the eastern part of the Reach. Being in such a tough area, his martial skills were brought up at the same time as the rest of the things he learned as a noble. His family had the unfortunate fate of getting into a small family -on-family war and eventually being destroyed in a raid. Arnand was not in the house that night luckily and when he learned his families fate, he fled to nearby Skyrim with the money he found in his families secret money space. Life was difficult but rewarding as he lived in Skyrim during its massive change with the Confederation though he worked his way south over the years.
In Bruma, he settled down the longest, for nearly seven years working odd jobs and living with several other poor adventurers. Being in town, he soon befriended Jo'Khart to act as some muscle to his diminutive friend. THey have gone separate ways over the years to follow their own goals, but fate brought them back together in Hammerfell.