Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-8209010-20140531075818/@comment-5735114-20140531163810

(Bah, Nelthro, you watch everyone.

How creepy.)

Name: Akiba Naalamu

Gender: Male

Race: Dunmer

Age: 46

Faction: Godless

Appearance: Aged and pointed face with dark skin, even for a Dark Elf. Dull red eyes, and generally short and somewhat dirty jet black hair. Moderate build, a tad on the tall side.

Gear/weapons: Aged brown work clothes, hardly used Iron Sword and Shield, farming pitchfork and scythe

Powers: None, as of yet

Backstory: Born to a family of peasents, Akiba did not live a childhood of privilege. The only thing he'd learned under the ashen sky was farming, as had all of his family before him. Eager to escape his ashen homeland, Akiba migrated to Cyrodiil as soon as he was old enough and had saved enough money to do so, and buy a small farm to support himself in the fertile Cyrodiilic soil. Akiba had much larger plans and expectations for himself than could be considered realistic, and he ended up staying at his farm much longer than he'd intended. He could never seem to grow financially as he'd planned, so Akiba was stuck farming alone, season after season, hoping for an eventual change. And change did come, though not how he'd expected. When the Aedra and Daedra descended back down to the physical world, Akiba, who'd shunned them for all of his long years on the farm, quickly lost any and all business from the nearby Cyrodiilic towns and cities. Now, he would be stuck in his farm forever. This truth hit him rather hard, and the previously somewhat hopeful Dunmer resigned himself to his fate, becoming bitter and depressed. And now, the godly beings he'd ignored would either guarantee him isolation, or the remainder of his time in combat.