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Name: Bard
Race: Redguard/Imperial
Age: Twenty
Physical Description: Overall, Bard looks as if someone took a typical Redguard and Imperial, then mashed them together. While his hair is wiry, it also has the thin and flowing quality of Imperial manes, making his head look like the top of a palm tree. It has immense volume and thickness at the root, but becomes straighter and lighter with length, so that it hangs down in a three-finger wide radius around his head. His skin is the colour of pale milk chocolate, not pointing towards any one province or racial ancestry. He is tall and long-limbed, and while he is in good shape, his figure is so narrow that it makes him look less strong than he really is. He wears baggy clothes in order to hide this trait. His nose can't quite decide if it wants to be flat or pointed, and his lower lip is noticeably thicker than the upper. His eyes are of a dark green.
Personality: As a lost soul, Bard doesn't know what he wants, likes and dislikes. His interests and his opinions change at the frequency at which one would change their socks. He has never stayed in a place long, and has trouble maintaining friendships. To someone who doesn't know him well, he will seem like a clever, life-lusting young man who wants to be into everything, talk about everything, and be liked by everyone.
Class / Profession: Jack of all trades.
Weapons / Equipment: A steel dagger fastened at his hip. He owns a few lockpicks, as well as a quill and inkwell, some playing cards, a mortar and pestle, a set of dice, some bandages and medicinal herbs.
Clothing / Armor: A plain leather belt is fastened around an overly long white linen shirt. A pair of baggy black trousers flows out from under the shirt, the base covering the biggest part of his black and white cloth shoes. He does not own any armour as of yet.
One Major Skill: Blade
Two Minor Skills: Alchemy, Acrobatics
Background: Born in High Rock to an Imperial mother and a Redguard father, Bard left home as soon as he could; namely the age of fifteen. His name is the result of an in-joke of his parents'; something about Redguard mononyms and stereotypical Imperial boys. His parents are slight oddballs and he's glad to be away from them. He isn't a bard, as he has to explain to most everyone he meets. He has thought about changing his name, yes, but unlike some people he respects his parents, idiotic though they may be. No, he is not considering being a bard. He has been to many provinces and he always hated the bards. Culture makes no difference, bards, singers, and performers in general are all huge pricks. No, that's not a generalization, he has seen for himself. What he's doing then? Uh, this and that. Why doesn't he he just go do exactly that right now? Time to pack up and get to the next town, and handle things better. For real this time.
Relationships (with NPCs or other PCs): He has made it a point to cut loose from everyone and start over. Find his destiny. For real this time.
You are in the Imperial City because… "I wanna find my destiny. For real this time. No I'm not a goddamn bard!"
Bonus detail (any detail) about your character: Bard really hates bards. He isn't a bard, he will never be a bard, and he will punch any bard he meets in the face on principle. He is also kind of insecure and tends to say stupid things.

Name:Sedave Sedas

Race:Dunmer

Age:36

Physical Description:Very lean, with only some muscle in his biceps and calves. Some may think he looks starved because he has so little fat on him, but he actually eats a healthy amount of a food. He has black hair in a short ponytail that comes down almost to the bottom of his neck. He has small hands.

Personality: He has an undying loyalty for the Empire, and will defend them in almost any circumstance. He hates any kind of rebel, bandit, or criminal. He follows and protects the law with absolute zeal.

Class / Profession: Mercenary

Weapons / Equipment: Hunting bow, iron shortsword, 200 gold in a sack

Clothing / Armor:Thin leather armor, loose brown pants, black cowl (which he typically only wears during a job), light brown shoes

One Major Skill: Archery
Two Minor Skills: Sneak, Blade

Background: Sedave was born in Cyrodiil, in Leyawiin to a somewhat upper class family. They were very close friends with Imperial nobles, as his father was a famed Arena (retired) fighter, who became a simple guard when Sedave was born. He justly protected the city, as well as his family until Sedave turned 12, his father took him out to learn combat with a sword. Sedave became rather adept with a sword, but he insisted on learning archery after seeing another guard shoot down an escaping criminal with a bow. Sedave's father reluctantly taught him the basics of archery, which kickstarter him on his new passion. He shot everyday at targets outside the city, but never got any real combat experience against a hostile target. He lived a pretty sheltered life until Sedave left home at 18, after living a life of respecting the imperial laws almost as much as he respected the Empire itself. Sedave moved to the Imperial City and became a sellsword to nobles and even the Fighters Guild for a few years. He lived a pretty stable life until his late 30's, when he started to date his current fiancé, Vilven Andala, who was a local shopkeeper he had a crush on for years. They fell in love, and bought a house and found a date to get married. Vilven doesn't strongly approve of Sedave's dangerous lifestyle, but she's content with it until they have a child, in which she expects him to step down as a mercenary to become a normal guard like his father did.

Relationships: His fiancé lives in the Imperial City, while his parents live in Leyawiin.

You are in the Imperial City because… He lives there.

Bonus detail (any detail) about your character: His wedding is planned to be only a few weeks after the RP begins. He feels more comfortable around Imperials than Dunmer, as he was raised as a sort of pseudo-Imperial.

Name: Volgar Uncivili
Race: Argonian
Age: 25
Physical Description: Volgar is of a moderate frame. He is 5'10 and has some muscle from being in the wild a lot. Compared to other Tamrielic people, however, he would be considered weak. He has a jagged head of sorts and isn't exactly the most dashing gentleman you can find. His jaw protrudes from his face, and his eyes are often narrow slits. He has many horns on his head that point towards the middle of his scalp, giving a very odd look. Volgar has small limbs and feet, and he also has a mohawk of sorts.
Personality: A snobbish but generous one at times. He has a certain pretentious personality when around people higher in the social ladder, but also a humble and giving personality when around commoners. At least, he tries. Sometimes he forgets what kind of person he is with, and so he does not have many friends or associates. He could be arrogant at times, and strangely shy at others.
Class / Profession: Stealth, Thief
Weapons / Equipment: Silver Dagger, 1200 gold (rich), leather bag
Clothing / Armor: Chitin armor (everything except gauntlets), Expensive clothes, black robe
One Major Skill: Sneak
Two Minor Skills: Short Blade, Security
Background: Volgar was born to a relatively rich family that was living in Leyawiin, Cyrodiil. His family wanted him to be a handsome gentleman with excellent manners. His parents pressured him to attend formal gatherings to influence him. Volgar didn't like this haughty attitude, however, and throughout his childhood he secretly recreated with children of a lesser social status. He often went out on the streets or in the wild to practice thievery or stealth. At age 11, his parents found out about his odd behaviour, and forced him around the city to meet up with rich citygoers. Volgar couldn't take it anymore and ran away from his family, after stealing quite a bit of things from them. He has been mostly in the wild or on the streets since then.
Relationships (with NPCs or other PCs): Ostenta Tious (Mother, 56), Condescen D. Uncivili (Father, 61)
You are in the Imperial City because…: Volgar ran away and ended up stealing possessions from commoners here.

Name: Myles Socuciel
Race: Breton
Age: 18
Physical Description: Thin and wiry with loose black hair. He has bright green eyes and light eyebrows, as well as a scar on his right cheek. He stands at approximately 5 feet and 3 inches. His skin is naturally pale, and he possesses high cheek bones, like most members of his race.
Personality: He is friendly, but often finds himself thinking about what he would have to do to take you down.
Class / Profession: Rogue (The Adventuring Kind!)
Weapons / Equipment: An iron bow, a steel shortsword, and a journal with a healthy supply of ink and quills.
Clothing / Armor: Full leather armor, without the helmet.
One Major Skill: Marksman
Two Minor Skills: Acrobatics, Blade
Background: He grew up in a small village in Skyrim. His family ran an inn/tavern in the Rift, which was kind of ironic seeing as Myles doesn't like alchohol. Many adventurers frequented their tavern, and regaled Myles with tales of their exploits. This led to 13-year old Myles asking a passing adventurer to teach him to fight. The 50-year old man man accepted, saying that it would be nice to settle down for a while. Myles's new mentor stayed in the village and trained him until Myles turned 15. His mentor was killed by bandits three months after his protege's 15th birthday. Myles, in a frenzy, slew the bandits responsible, but recieved the scar on his cheek during the fight. When Myles turned 18, he left home in search of adventure. After a close encounter with a lunatic, a hagraven, and a sharp stick, he decided that Skyrim had no need of his talents and set out for Cyrodil.
Relationships (with NPCs or other PCs): Father - Diccon, Mother - Alyss, Twin Sister - Martha
You are in the Imperial City because… This THE city. The BIG city. Why bother with small places? He hopes to find work as a mercenary.
Bonus detail (any detail) about your character: Myles loves horses, and feels most at home on the back of one. He dislikes alchoholic beverages, and can barely drink any before throwing up.