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Name: Whananz-Dzuun, to those who can't pronounce it, they can say Snow-Scale or Golden-Tongued-toad.

Race: Argonian

Age: 27

Birthsign: The Lady

General Appearance: He is of average height and has a strong but lean built. His scales are a very light grey color on the darker places like his back, shoulders and the lighter places have a snow white color. He has spikes all over his head. They are pointed backwards and slightly curved. He has a small face with a sharp long snout. And very sharp and strong teeth and claws.

Weapons/armor: He carries a long sword made out of hardened Hist sap. It is harder than most steel and has a yellow, golden appearance. It's a long straight, double-edged blade, and is as wide as a hand. His cuirass and arm protectors are also made out of hardened Hist sap and is durable, but light. He carries leather pants under his cuirass that are fortified with hardened Hist sap.

During the council and negotiation he carries a brown and green robe with his Hist sap cuirass over it.

He also skilled in marksmanship although not as good as a trained Bosmeri sniper. He also knows the very basics of other weapons, but it goes as far as: "swing toward the opponents head and hope you bash it in."

Brief History: He was captured at the age of fourteen by the Dunmer slavers to work on a plantation close to the Black Marsh border. He was kind of a rebellious slave and got punished in all kinds of ways. Once they even started pulling out scales as punishment for destroying part of the harvest and killing a guard. During these years a hatred grew against the Dunmer.

When he was twenty fife, he was contacted by Argonians from Black Marsh, telling him about a rebellion. He told his fellow slaves and won them over for the fight. He led them against their slavers and conquered the plantation.

Although he was actually a kind and tolerant person, he just had had enough with Dunmer and in his hatred used violence to defeat them. Forgetting to be kind or tolerant since he had been so long enough (or that's how he sees it.)

From their on he, with some other argonians, led the rebellion and soon drove the Dunmer out of Morrowind. He was elected the new leader of the argonian army and he also served as their diplomat. Now, two years later he is headed for the council meeting in the White Gold Tower to hope prevent a war to start all over Tamriel.

Name: Ri'Renji.

Race: Khajiit/Suthay-raht.

Age: 44.

Birthsign: The Lover.

General Appearance: Ri'Renji is rather short and plump by Khajiit standards, this is most likely due to him mostly dealing with diplomatic matters in recent years. His fur is mostly dark brown striped with black, though he is starting to show some grey around his muzzle.

Weapons: When dealing with diplomatic matters Ri'Renji eschews the use of weaponry, trusting that his teeth and claws will be enough if violence is called for. He does however carry his companion Jo'Dar with him at all times. Jo'Dar is similar in appearence to a common housecat with ginger fur, but he is in fact an Alfiq, with the ability to cast a short lived invisability spell.

Brief History: Ri'Renji was born in Torval, the capital city of the Khajiit Confederacy. As a sharp minded youngster and a nephew to the Mane, he was groomed by his uncle from an early age to be a commander. He was trained as a fighter, but lacking the size of a cathay-rhat or even that of a typicat suthay-rhat he was found to have little aptitude for close quarters fighting. However, what he lacked as a swordsman, he more than made up for with his easy grasp of battlefield tactics and skill as a bowman.

As a youngster he sustained a near crippling wound in a skirmish with a band of orcs and now walks with a heavy limp. This wound effectively ended his career as an archer, leaving him unable to keep up on marches. But being one of the Mane's favorite relatives he was soon put to work as a diplomat instead. He swiftly rose to prominence as one of the Mane's most trusted advisors. With the recent outbreak of war Ri'Renji has been dispatched to the Imperial city to assess the situation and see if any of the old alliences can be restored or if all out war is the only option.

Name: Deltis Nolar

Race: Dunmer

Age: 90 (looks 40)

Birthsign: The Lady

General Appearance: He is thin, lean and rather tall. He has blue-black hair tied back into a pony tail. Obviously, he has red eyes.

Weapons: A steel katana, which has beenin his family for centuries.

Brief History: He was born in Vivec, his father was a Bouyant Armiger and his mother was a healer. He acted as a diplomat of sorts for House Redoran. He happened to be in Port Telvanni when Red Mountain exploded. After the Red Year, he helped the rest of his people's warriors to force the Skaal people from Solstheim, where he later settled.
In recent years, he has become a diplomat for the Dunmeri people and is hoping to hammer out an alliance with one of their neighbours.

Name: Thaden Andrethi, Hortator of the Dunmeri Empire.

Race: Dunmer

Age: 241 (Appears mid 30’s due to magick)

Gender: Male

Birthsign: The Warrior

Appearance: Thaden stands around 6’3” and weighs in at nearly 220lbs, he is muscular and very fit do to his rigorous training. His face is strong and well defined bearing a few scars the most notable stretching from his right cheek down across his mouth and to his chin. His head is shaven and doesn’t even bare a single stubble of hair. He has a twisting blue tattoo on the right side of his face as well, that covers the area from his brow down across his cheek. His eyes like all Dunmer’s are crimson red.


Skills: Through years of Rigorous training Thaden has become a master of bladed weapons as well as the use of destruction and alteration magick. He also feels very comfortable wearing native medium armors and other armors of similar make. Thaden is also extremely athletic and has a rather high endurance that allows him to keep going when others would have failed. Thaden is a warrior through and through.

Minor abilities: Thaden a natural leader and a master of rhetoric. He is also surprisingly adept at being able to survive in harsh conditions. His mental willpower is very high along with his overall intelligence. Thaden is also a master at war tactics and strategies.

Armor/Clothing: Thaden wears the traditional Crimson Armor of the Royal Guard, however his is beaten and marred with the scars of war. He also owns a rather intricate set of Gah-Julan bonemold armor, however he only wears it during some occasions.

Weapons: Like most Royal Guards Thaden carries The King’s Oath, an enchanted Ebony claymore. However he tailored the enchantments to his liking by adding a feather enchantment to make the claymore lighter so that he could wield it one handed while casting a spell.

Background: Thaden was enlisted in the academy at a young age by his father who was also a Royal Guard. The training program implemented at the academy is similar to how the Spartans conducted their militaristic society, only the strong make it out alive. By the time he was in his late teens Thaden had already been marked as top in his age group. Through many years of rigorous training and education Thaden had become the ideal Royal Guard, strong, smart, and deadly. At the age of 32 he was enlisted as a full member of the Royal Guard. He served the various Kings of Morrowind all the way up to the current King Helseth. During King Llethan’s reign he was promoted to captain of the Royal Guard. He served Llethan until his unfortunate and mysterious death. When King Helseth took over he appointed Thaden as captain of his “behind the scenes” Royal Guards, the ones that made sure everything went his way. During his time acting as a covert agent for Helseth he earned a reputation as a ruthless and lethal fighter, there is a rumor among the guards that he fought off over 2 dozen savage goblins in the sewers beneath the Palace while the other guards retreated back to safety. He emerged battered and wounded but alive. However during the recent events and the fall of the empire Thaden noticed the flaws in Helseth’s reign and renounced his allegiance to the Helseth and the old Imperial government. Even though he had served them loyally for many years he never had a love for the Imperialistic government and served only to benefit his nation. After the fall of the Ministry and the Invasion of the Argonians Thaden was elected Hortator of the Dunmeri Empire and is now the chief commander of the nation’s military actions. He has also restored his allegiance to the Great House of his families lineage, House Redoran.

Metal Description: Thaden is a battle hardened warrior, through the rigorous and intense training he went through as a child he was taught to ignore fear and pain. His mentality can be described as quick thinking, intelligent and decisive as well as ruthless. Thaden can become quite infuriated at times, especially when dealing with things that involve the Dunmeri people. He also has a passionate hate for the Imperials , Nords, and the beast races. He often refers to them as inferior races.

Name: Aries

Race: Bosmer

Age: 65

Birthsign: The Thief

General Appearance: Aries has dark brown hair that touches his shoulders which he holds back with a simple grey band of fabric tied around his forehead. He is around 5ft 7in with the typical slender physique of his race. Despite his age he still looks youthful and fresh.

Weapons: A glass bow and arrows, and some basic alchemy equipment used to make poisons for his arrow tips.

Brief History: Aries grew up in the city of Elden Root deep in the heart of Valenwood, here he learnt the skills of Archery and Alchemy. As a child Aries had many friends due to his charisma and general persona, eventually he joined the Valenwood army which had been slowly growing and recruiting. Here he discovered that his charisma could be used for a different purpose and he became an expert in leading his troops and inspiring them. After many successful skirmishes he rose to become the leader of the Valenwood force.

Name: Ghoragdush gro-Urgak

Race: Orc

Age: 34

Birthsign: The Warrior

General Appearance: Ghoragdush has green skin with a hint of grey. The orc stands a bit over 6 feet tall and has a rather muscular build. His eyes are typical of his race. His black hair near the back of his head is somewhat braided, though it is short enough that it doesn't get in the way of his helmet. He has several tattoos, most of which are orcish in origin, though he has on his right hand the symbol of the Septim Empire. In terms of clothes the orc wears somewhat expensive clothes, though simple. For armor, he usually wears a suit of rather exquisite orcish armor with a closed helmet ((more Morrowind style than Oblivion)).

Weapons: An Orcish warhammer. He also owns an imperial shortsword and tower shield, though he rarely carries it. ((has it only if stated))

Brief History: Ghoragdush started his military career almost as soon as he could hold a weapon, joining the Imperial Legion as his family had done for years. He had an eye for tactics, and that was shown during his time in the Legion. After years in the military, Ghoragdush had reached what was probably the height of his time in the Legion, when he became a Knight Protector. During the Oblivion Crisis, Ghoragdush lead several units of mainly orc legionaries to stop the invading Daedra, though he only ever closed one. After the crisis, Ghoragdush "retired" to Orsinium, where he became a major general in his land's military.

Name: King Camaron Thagor of Daggerfall

Race: Breton

Age: 26

Birthsign: The Lady

General Appearance: Rather tall at just over six feet, the king of Daggerfall is something of a looker - it suits and complements his passionate, indulgent lifestyle well. Rather tan by Breton standards (though unremarkable in comparison with men of other races), he is quite well built, though not bulky; it is quite obvious that he exercises quite often and rightly so, for a king in High Rock must still, even in these modern times, often prove himself by being a leader of men both in the war council and on the field - it comes with the volatile and fractured nature of the province. Though he does not move with some sort of exceptional grace like a Redguard swordsinger might, there is a clear firmness to his posture which seems to be accompanied by a slight aura of superiority; the stance and walk of a knight.

His face, as mentioned, can be considered quite handsome. Inherited from his father Gothryd, Camaron's dark brown hair are always kept quite short, often deliberately slightly messy; they fall upon his brow, but do not obscure the king's thin eyebrows that seem perhaps slightly elven (the greatest measure of his people's Meric heritage one could truly spot in the monarch's appearance). They are quite low, or rather his dark blue eyes are placed high on his face. His nose is a touch snub, but not extremely so, while his lips are thin and a bit pale compared to his skin tone. A small goatee can be found beneath them, though otherwise the king is cleanly shaved at all times.

Weapons: A bastard sword is with Camaron most of the time, though on the field of battle he's known to favour the lance - the king is a proven jouster.

Brief History: It was always an inescapable fact of life that Camaron would end up entangled in High Rock's often convoluted, twisting politics. The firstborn son of King Gothryd of Daggerfall, he was destined to inherit the much-enlarged kingdom that resulted after the legendary Warp of the West; no one could've guessed, however, that he would also become the first king of High Rock in recorded history. His first steps on this road were not entirely his choice, but rather the designs of his father - a marriage was arranged between the crown-prince and Kelmena Talaren, daughter of Duke Senhyn, the brother of the heirless king of Camlorn. This heralded the increasingly close relationships of Camlorn and Daggerfall and would eventually, upon Camaron's ascendancy upon the throne, result in a political union.

Perhaps this union - in which the Kingdom of Camlorn undeniably had the subservient role - wouldn't have been possible if it hadn't been for the War of Bay's Eve that devastated Wayrest not long after the dawn of a new era upon the unanticipated death of Elysana (many presume by poisoning, for the infamously devious queen was certainly not lacking in enemies). As the rising burghers of central Iliac coast squared off against the ambitions of Wayrest's new monarch in a conflict uncharacteristically fierce and bloody for High Rock, King Camaron's hands were free to have his way with his ally and it would not be long until the aged now King Senhyn Talaren publicly declared the king of Daggerfall as close to him as a brother, an act that fooled no one - Daggerfall's chevaliers looming uncomfortably close, Camlorn was now more a vassal than an ally.

This turn of events did nothing for the already brittle balance of power in High Rock; after the inconclusive end to the bloodshed of Bay's Eve, Camaron openly allied with the rebellious cities of the coast that had fought their theoretical sovereign to a standstill, rekindling the conflict and forcing Wayrest on the back foot. The situation would become desperate enough that eventually, even if very grudgingly Wayrest had to concede defeat and accept Daggerfall's newfound superiority. The unimaginable happened - House Gardner bowed before House Thagor.

With his principal rival out of the way, convincing the other two kingdoms of High Rock - Northpoint and Evermore - of the wisdom of accepting Daggerfall's overlordship was an easy task. There were still, as before, five Breton kings, but only one of them was the king of the Bretons. A grand ceremony marked the union of the Five Kingdoms; for the first time in eras, Bretons stood united. Or so Camaron hoped the rest of Tamriel would think.

Name: Anirne

Race: Altmer

Age: 200

Birthsign: The Mage

General Appearance: A tall proud woman, she wears gowns made of soft silk and coloured gold. Her skin is a glowing tan colour and she is known as being one of the most beautiful women in the Summerset Isles.

Weapons: She carries with her a staff which controls the elements, fire, water, lightning and frost.

Brief History:

Anirne is one of the highest ranking of the Altmer and as a teacher to many she is highly respected and outspoken. She grew up constantly learning and growing in her magical ability, it took her one hundred years before she began to teach and during those years she visited Divayth Fyr, a mer who she respected greatly. During the Oblivion Crisis she became an ambassador for the Altmer and was a constant presence at the Imperial Palace, a place she knows well. She helped protect the Emperor as he went to the Temple and she was around to witness both Dagoth Ur and Akatosh, both of which she has written extensive notes about.

When she returned to the Isles however she found things had drastically changed. With the Province in a semi-weakened state after the crisis The Psijic Order had seized control. They quickly murdered the “Kings of Summerset” and set about their own rules. The ranks of the Altmers still remained, the wise, the Artists, Princes, Warriors, Workers, Merchants, and Landowners. However now all political actions are controlled by the Council of Arteaum. The other provinces do not know of this turmoil however, due to the elves nature not to admit weakness and viewing themselves as above other races. Upon war being declared amongst the different provinces, the council sent for Anirne and demanded that she return to the Imperial City for the War Council. Their she shall try to ally her people with the Bosmer, in homes of rekindling the Aldmeri Dominion. From there she was given private orders on which countries it would be best to attack. A huge army of Altmer is to be sent out after the meeting, with very few left to defend the isles, which the Psijics believe they can defend themselves without an Army and highly doubt enemies will go out of their way to attack. She arrives at the Imperial City with a small escort of four men, her page Sargenius, her two protectors Alterii and Amrito and finally a scribe who will write out the minutes from the council.

Name: Freyr Cold-Heart

Race: Nord

Age: 36

Birthsign: The Tower

General Appearance: Giant is an accurate description. 6'7 and weighing over 275Ilbs, Frey's body is sculpted muscles. Bulging biceps, massive pectorals, hands the size of spades...A man whose body fits that of a warrior, not so much a diplomat. His skin is pale but incredibly scarred. His hair is always tied in wind braids that hang to his neck and sports a huge beard, both a dark brown.

Weapons: Carries a very large, steel war hammer.

Brief History: Before Frey was a diplomat, he was a mercenary. Indeed he remembers his first skirmish at the age of eleven, even at that tender age it was clear that he was ruthless, not pausing to bash in the skull of a crippled enemy.

His evident skill of a warrior brought him to many jobs over the years, from guarding ships to murdering certain individuals. Attention was brought to him by his sheer ruthlessness, his determination to completely crush his foes, he accepted no surrendering killing all would be captives.

His career started as a mercenary but carved a bloody path to that of a commander. As he continued battle after battle the scars and wounds began to take a toll, his reactions slowed, and though he would loved to fight in the front lines and die there, he realized that would not be.

He was better suited at the back of the ranks shouting orders and making tactful decisions, the number of men at his command steadily grew and it wasn't long before he was near the top, and eventually was the top. His wise decisions in battle and the kings fondness of him led him to be an official diplomat.

Name: Oleta Stacey

Race: Redguard

Affiliation: Forebears

Age:28

Birthsign: The Lady

General Appearance: Oleta is about 5'10, medium weight. Chocolate coloured eyes, light brown skin and black hair tied back in a bun.

Weapons/ Armor: She wears reinforced chainmail armor into battle and carries a finely crafted steel longsword and shield of Ra Gada. During the council meeting, Oleta wears a neat, but casual tunic.

History: Oleta grew up in Hegathe, her father, a soldier in the army of Hammerfell. Her father constantly shunned her from his life for not being a fierce warrior. In order to prove her father wrong, Oleta started training as a soldier, a great risk for only the strongest, fastest and smartest Redguards are accepted into the demanding military, and they are expected to prove themselves worthy or face death.

Shocking all of her peers, she was one of the top soldiers put in high regard for her battle tactics and negotiations. Because of this, she was made an ambassador and tactician of the Forebears. She even negotiated a battle alliance with the Crowns in order to diminish the threat of King Lhotun and the Lhotunics.

Name: Raccan

Race: Redguard

Affiliation: Crowns

Age: 38

Birthsign: The Steed

General Appearance: Standing just over 6ft tall, Raccan is a fairly intimidating man. He has a rather muscular but not overly bulky build. Raccan has a rather disheveled face, a scar across his eye and another across his cheek and mouth, as well as a rough black stubble. His black curly hair is kept hidden by a bandana.

Weapons/ Armor: Raccan carries a cutlass jeweled at the hilt for both battle and formal affairs. His armor consists of lightweight leather worn under his clothing, giving him more freedom of movement. During the council meeting he wears a russet felt outfit and burgundy linens.

History: Raccan was once an infamous pirate captain according to the Imperial navy, but to the Crowns, he was a privateer, one of the best. Striking Imperial trade ships and assisting Khajiits in skooma smuggling as well as spying on meetings of elders in other provinces. With his vast experience in naval warfare and spy tactics, he was appointed a flotilla due to the latest provincial unrest. The ships he controlled assisted in the siege upon the Lhotunics.