Name: Ximoel
Gender: Male

General Appearance: Standing at around six feet tall, Ximoel can be a rather intimidating presence to mortals, as is to be expected of a Dremora. He is quite easy to distinguish amongst others of the Kyn, seeing as his right horn is broken off; the left one is relatively fine, despite several small chips in it, being quite short and slightly curved to the side. This is all the more notable due to the fact he keeps his black hair short, making his horns quite clearly visible. Whatever conflict it was that claimed his horn, it also left a similarly notable scar on the same side of his face, running over his eye.

Skills: Long Blade, Athletics, Heavy Armour, Short Blade

Equipment: Though the most noticeable part of his armament is the large claymore slung over his back, clearly of Dremora make, Ximoel is no idiot and knows he cannot rely on one weapon to fulfil all his needs, carrying a dagger as well for close-quarters combat. His armour is the heavier version of the usual Dremora outfit, however oddly enough he has switched his left pauldron for a simple steel plate during his long stay among mortals. By now, this addition has been repainted to fit in with the rest of his armour somewhat, though the red colour is faded, and a crude of his own can be noted on it, depicting a ruined Daedric temple the likes of which are common in Morrowind.

Backstory: The thing to note about Ximoel is that, though the vast majority of his immortal existence has been spent (as far as he knows, since memories can hardly reach over thousands of years) in Oblivion, he has spent a long time amongst mortals, longer than most Dremora. For a time, he was bound to protect a cult of Daedric worshipers of Mehrunes Dagon in Morrowind, however eventually they died out and his chains loosened, allowing him to wander the surroundings of the temple he’d inhabited for so long. He was eventually slain by a party of adventurers looking to loot the place, only to be summoned much later to serve a Telvanni magister; there, he met his end when the magister was killed by one of his peers. His third time in Tamriel would be when a young conjurer summoned him, only to have Ximoel turn on him due to his weak will. After disposing of his summoner, the Dremora saw little need to go anywhere, inhabiting the deceased mage’s house in Wayrest, warding off attempts to kill him, until finally being sent back to Oblivion by a group of mercenaries.

Personality: Ximoel is a bit more indifferent than most Dremora, possessing little fervour in his worship of Mehrunes Dagon; he’s not that disdainful of mortals, either, something that could most likely be chalked up to his time in Tamriel, although he couldn’t claim to understand them all that much. In general, he considers them a welcome distraction from his time in Oblivion, a position they share with this invasion of the mortal realm in his mind.