Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140905103828/@comment-24449631-20140905200350

Name: Arvin Couvier

Race: Breton

Gender: male

Age: 27

Appearance: Dark-auburn short-trimmed hair, Small Hazel coloured eyes, round face but thin jawline. Slight stubble, small pointy nose. He’s also quite skinny and not that tall. Although he is however taller than most Bretons.

Class: Rogue, Con Artist

Spells: Illusion spells. Mostly akin to distraction spells, forget name spells etc.

Weapon: A small steel sword, His tongue and Charisma.

Faction: The one that benefits him the most.

Role in Faction: The one that fits him the most.

Backstory: Born in Weyrest to spell book merchants his youth was fairly typical. Although he did discover at a very early age his incredible intellect in the perception of behaviour of those around him. He could uncover tells and pressure points of people just by carefully looking at them. Naturally, his parents were proud. But their son, increasingly so, started to see them more and more as tools he could use. He didn’t need their love, or anyone else’s. He was more than capable on his own.

Eventually when he hit teen years he started to develop an interest in using his knowledge of human and mer handling to con people out of their money, purely for his amusement. But as with most cons, it became evident over time who was behind it all and the Couviers started to lose the trust of people around Weyrest. Their Infamous son though, didn’t care. And turned his attention to strangers and travellers passing through. Dabbling in quackery, gambling and illegal liquor. His tongue was his sharpest weapon and he loved using it.

Now on the Run from Weyrest authorities because of a simple "misunderstanding" he roams the Lands of Tamriel in search of new ways he can develop his 'gift'

And earn something nice on the side of course.