Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5424581-20140111121041/@comment-768817-20140112090602

Name: Vaz (Real name unknown)

Race: Imperial

Gender: Male

Age: Mid to late 50's

Appearance: A strong nose and jaw. Steely eyes, softened from age. A thin scar that stretches from his right temple, to the corner of his left jaw. Graying shaggy hair, and a light beard. Stands about 6'3, 200 pounds. His phisique is still fairly good for a man of his age and life style.

Weapons: A thin dark blade, around 2 feet long, with a dark red hilt.

Attire: Beaten, rusty, full body armor, composed of strips, it can be noticed that it was once painted a dark red. It vaugly resembles samurai armor. His helmet is in slightly better shape, not as rusty, more red, it bares a skull like visage.

Power(s): Tracking, An amazing sense of smell.

Resistances: He has a hard time getting drunk.

Weaknesses: An old wound on his right leg gives him a slight limp. His chest was also badly wounded, and infected, he still suffers from a lack of endurance, cough, and ocasional chest pains. He was once adicted to Skooma, and is incredibly vunerable to the substance.

Backstory: Many years ago Vaz was a renowned bounty hunter across Cyrodiil, his prowess and skill were legendary. 20 years ago, he had accepted a contract after a particularly tricky Dunmer in Argonia. After days of hunting through the swamps of Black Marsh, he finally found his bounty, the tides of battle quickly turned against Vaz, leaving him wounded, and defeated in the wilderness. His wounds became infected as he struggled to reach civilization. Eventually he was found by an Argonian woman and brought to Archon, where the pain from his wounds, and damaged pride brought him to abuse alcohl, and skooma. Even after his wounds healed, he was never the warrior he once was. He eventually faded into obscerity.

It has been many years, but this old bounty hunter has just enough in him for one last adventure.