Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24218133-20140605183252/@comment-24735981-20140608024519

Name: Sitri Mulle

Race: Bosmer

Gender: Male

Age: 22

Height: 5 ft 4"

Appearance: Long brown hair, very frizzy, coming to about shoulder length, and shooting almost past his shoulders, unsuccessfully framing his paper white face. Very large mischievous eyes, the colour of which vary.

Gear: spotted ascot, auburn frilled shirt, purple waistcoat (vest), and occasional magenta coat knee length coat.

Weapons: Sewing needle, fold out longknife, wrist shackles, magicka

Strength: Very intelligent, Imaginative, Acrobatic

Weakness: No armor, lacking in brawn, reckless

Spells: Basic and adept offensive magic, (fire, ice, lightning) healing spells.

Allegiance: Dominion (grudgingly)

Guild: Proud asylum escapees

(Personality: likeable, yet reckless and with the assumption that everyone is as ready to risk their hide as he.

Bio: Sitri was born in Valenwood to a family of happy cannibals. For the most part he enjoyed himself, until his family suddenly packed up and moved to Summerset. Immediately deemed insane due to his odd nature, the Bosmer earned a one way ticket to Bridges Asylum. There he spent many years in a straitjacket, and because of this, his skin lost its pigment, and is now paper white.

He eventually escaped by headbutting his jailer and cutting himself free with a spoon, only to be caught immediately outside. Originally scheduled for execution, he was deemed a vital strategic resource due to his intellect, and grudgingly became a strategist for the Aldmeri Dominion. He remains this way, as the alternative is death, (which he chose, but was denied originally) hoping to see the day that the rules of modern society are diminished, so that he may roam free.