Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-9062114-20140831060517/@comment-25356263-20140902023942

Name: Jo'Rakha

Race: Kahjiit

Gender: Male

Hair colour: Ginger with black stripes

Character: Second-in-command Assassin

Apparel: Shrowded Cowl, Shrowded Armor, Shrowded Gloves, Shrowded Boots

Weapons: Dual Ebony Daggers, Ebony Bow and Illusion spells for quick escapes

Major Skills: Sneak, One-Handed, Archery

Minor Skills: Illusion, Light Armor, Lockpicking

Bio: Born in Cyrodiil. At an early age he was trained by his father to defend himself with daggers, and later to sneak. His parents were captured by bandits in his teenage years and the ransom called for 20000 gold within a week. He spent that time training and finding the bandit's hideout. After 6 days had past and the final day began, he sneaked into the hideout in an attempt to rescue his parents. He had killed almost all the bandits leaving nothing but bodies of bandits with deep knife wounds in their backs. He had reached his parents, only to find them both with swords to their necks. He was given the choice of hand over the money and he could leave unharmed with one parent, or they all die. He chose to hand over the money he had been saving up as a backup plan. The father was the one to stay behind, in his own will. He would not allow his wife to be killed by such mongrels. It was at this point that Jo'Rakha was coming from behind the bandits, slitting both their necks, saving both parents. He found he a natural talent and joy for killing people and knew it was only a matter of time before he would feel the urge to kill his village and parents. He ran off, he ran as fast as his furry legs would carry him, of course killing several bandits on the way to survive. He stopped in Tamriel where he killed quite a few bandits and disliked people in villages. He found a Kahjiit caravan that agreed to take him in. He killed them all. He stayed in the caravan during the night only to awake in a cave surrounded by people in crimson and black clothing. This was the story of how he became good enough to join the assassins and work his way to the top (or atleast next to it).