Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24810427-20140315230549/@comment-24640703-20140320033955

Name: Dar'khajo

Race: Khajiit

Rank: Corporal \ Stormblade

 What side: Stormcloaks

Armor/Appearance: Full black Ancient Shrouded Armour. White\Albino skin with black stripes on face and body as an additional birth anomaly. Bright brown\gold eyes, another anomaly. Tall, slender, not very talkative, but smart and educated. Claws and fangs short and thin, but sharp like blades.

Bio: Some say it was due to his mother being raped by a Ka'Po'Tun, or by a dragon-like Daedra, or simply due to his "cursed" appearance and frailty that he was simply abandoned as a newborn in a floating crib on a river. In any case, the only parents he knew were a couple of Nord Archaeologist\Alchemists living in massive hut deep within a south Elsweyr forest. And from them he learned most of what he knows of history, languages, hunting and alchemy. Yet, when they were killed by an organized Argonian group for unknown reasons, he had to salvage what he could from the burning hut and start living as a nomadic merchant, ironically just as is customary of his race that rejected him. Rejection which he faced again, along with envy and fear, by peers and customers and authorities alike, for using his alchemist skills to sell more than mere fabric and skooma, but lethal potions, poison and explosives all too popular in a time of war and strife. With his livelihood banned and resenting the world, he turned his hunting and racial skills into thievery. Some say he gained such a reputation that it granted him entry to elite "Guilds" and "Brotherhoods" where his stealthy and lethal skills were perfected. However this same reputation made him so wanted that he eventually was caught by Imperial forces and sentenced to death. He found unexpected deliverance by the hands of fellow escaping prisoners: another Nord couple. They brotherly fought their way to freedom and he vowed to repay his life with loyalty and companionship. And thus, he joined their cause. Although met with initial and still lingering suspicion and disdain that he had known some Nords to have towards his race, but not known some Stormcloaks to have towards foreigners, his skills and competence were too vital to neglect, and this gained him a reputation, but this time accompanied with respect.

Weapon: Bow, daggers, dart\blow tube, poison

Birthsigns: The Shadow

Homeland: Elsweyr

Age: 28

(Sorry about the bio, it was much more succint in my head lol. Is this ok, anyay?)