Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24372248-20140614033433/@comment-174.126.16.71-20140617043320

 Name: Aicantar

Race: Altmer

Age: Unknown ( Having troubles with the age scale of the Mer races. ) Appears equivalent to his early 30's.

Class: Noble, but trained by his father in the Destruction, Illusion, and Conjuration schools of maguc to an expert level. Also trained by his father in swordplay. ( Spellsword, pretty much. )

Looks: Appears like the first Altmer preset in Skyrim, weight just one notch behind dead-center in the "Weight" category of the character creator. ( Note - Skyrim is not my favorite, but its graphics were pleasing. )

Armor: Wears fine clothing of varying colours and matierials, but possesses a set of Elven armour, stored in his

Weapon: His father's Elven sword, which has a soul trapping enchantment and lightning enchantment.

Which Side they are on: ( The AD, The DC, Skyrim, Morrowind, Black Marsh): Aicantar is a supporter of the AD, but keeps quiet about it.

 Bio: Aicantar is a "supremely bred" Altmeri noble, descended from a long line of mages, scholars, and politicians. Shortly after his birth, his family moved to Cyrodiil. They settled in Imperial City, and purchased the most elustrious housing available. His father taught him in the three schools of magic mentioned in the "Class" section, and swordplay, specifically with one-handed blades. Aicantar's mother taught him in history, poetry, songwriting, lute-playing, flute-playing, and trading. Now, he currently resides in his estate, Everwealth Manor, near the hamlet known as Aleswell. Aleswell villagers accuse him of filling and using black soul gems, and they are right, but he denies it. Aicantar also possesses a rather large possession of all sorts of alcoholic drinks in his cellar, ranging from Cyrodiilic Brandy to Argonian Ale, and many rare, fine wines. He does believe that Mer are superior, but he does not outright hate the other races, except the Nords. He isn't too rash against the Nords, but he dislikes them, and acts slightly bitter in their presence.