Post by aralin on Jul 4, 2008 4:09:14 GMT -5
Name: Hecerilar of Shimmerene
Age: 99
Gender: Male
Race: Altmer
Rank: Murderer
Weapons:
He has a rapier, a bit strange for his profession but he was hardly the one to stick to conventions. He also has some poisons and a short bow.
Magicka: Due to his trianing in the Mages Guild, he's gained decent skill in destruction and mysticism magic. His charisma is high enough that Charm/Illusion spells can be learned with higher ease.
Armor/Clothing:
He prefers to dress in expensive garments, of course those with rich earthly or lordly colors. He feels that they not only exentuate his figure and appearance but also provide an extra bit of cover. After all, who suspects a rich man of killing? Well, many, but who are gutsy enough to challenge them? Few. He rarely feels the need for armor, he likes the swash buckling appeal of his clothing. Often if its essential then he will wear some darker more 'silent' armor.
Horse:
He has a rather pretty and well kempt stallion. Its vanity seems to mirror his own.
Residence/Sanctuary: Cheydinhal is his sanctuary, but his home is in the imperial City. he often will be seen travelling to this town, under the guise of a merchant, while fulfilling contracts. His home is a stately one fit for a lordly Altmer, especially one with a superiority complex. It is filled with signs of his families power and symbols of his own arrogance, especailly the painting over his fire hearth that contained himself. In his basement there is a winery rack, and a rack of weapons, as well as a painting set.
Appearance:
Stall in stature and lean in figure, he is an example of athletic grace for a male. His face is finely shaped and of course behind softer features lies the appearance of someone who's seen quite a few years but was just lucky enough to be part of a race who lives for a veyr very long time. His skin is golden, the trademark of Altmer beauty, and his hair is a dark copper color, not uncommon for others of his race.
Often he can be seen with a condescending or patronizing expression, his smiles often cocky in a soft more calculating manner, and his brow often perked in superior amusement.
Personality: Such an arrogant Altmer might have been seen before, but never at this calliber. He is not brash, but he speaks his mind...as long as he can feel superior to others. He doens't like to be limited by the laws of others, but will often allow himself to in order to keep himself out of trouble. But in reality he has a sort of hidden hedonistic side behind the strict moral and customary confines of Altmer culuture.
He has very racist views towards others, while he might favor Redguards for their skills and Imperials for their worldliness, he views Nords as savage barbarians and Bosmer as embarrassing relatives, and he has a high disdain for Dunmer and thinks Breton's are imitators...he also is more than knowledgable about how money works, and enjoys reaping the benifits of what he does and what happens to others.
He appreciates beauty, and is very vain. His own is important, but the beauty of others can reflect how he treats them. He actually considers argonian skin as 'exotic', but in most cases if someone isn't exceptionally beautiful in his opinion he deems them beneath himself in importance. He likes praise and enjoys putting up paintings of himself in his home.
He has a very sadistic side, rumored to be a release of the pent up fustrations of having to live to the standards of Altmer culture, as well as Imperial society. The ultimate hypocrite, he is very skilled at speechcraft, able to appear to be a very refined noble, and save his more 'ugly' side behind closed doors.
History:
Summersett Isle was where he was born although he came to Tamriel not of his own free will. Well...acutally he sort of did. His father was a very religious and traditional Altmer dignitary and as such was used to the more 'cultured and refined' parts of Altmeri culture, and adopted the more arrogant beliefs that might be exhibited.
He enjoyed watching his father work, and grew to be very skilled in political theory later on in his life. He enjoyed reading, but there were somethings about him that put his father ill at ease. First things first, his tendency to show a bit of revulsion, not at death but at the fact that he had to watch some 'lower creature' killed. He also seemed to see some sort of aesthetic beauty in dead bodies. It was just one strange part of his own mannerisms that would shape his later life.
As a youth he became very exuberant, and very amorous and adventurous. He enjoyed travel. He would join the Mages Guild at first, doing very well and enjoying the travelling he needed to do to get there. But he honestly was a bit repressed internally, as he felt envy towards those 'others' who were free in life to do what they feel and do what he saw were 'heathen' practices that were exciting to him.
He would become so seduced by other things that he would secretly moonlight as a necromancer, watching the others who he seeked to join as well as rising in the Mages Guild. Of course when it was outlawed he was one of the ones very unhappy. Unable and unwilling to risk losing his station due to being caught as part of this sect, he put his practices to his own home while keeping his contact soely in the Mages Guild. People who visited his home would see unusual paintings made of strange pallid creatures out of nightmares.
He would feel so shut in that he decided he needed some thrill in his life...and therefore he would lure someone into his home and murder them fore pure pleasure and excitement. Quite pleased at the outcome, but rather dismayed and disgusted by the fact that they weren't beautiful enough for him, he still would continue his strange practices with these bodies, as well as using his necromancy magic in order to gain some sort of base for something to paint. Just for boredom.
But then the guilt began to overwhelm him. He felt as if he could hear them calling to him...and hear his father taking away all he had. Panicking majorly, he tried to flee the Imperial City. He would make it to Anvil, where the inn he grudgingly stayed in was hijacked...(it was a ship..). Seduced again by excitement, he had decided to switch his goals a little and spent some time in the 'swashbuckling lifestyle'. Of course later on he would wind up back in the Imperial City...he always felt like he was running from something...as if someone was watching him as he slept. He would give up this lifestyle, it bored him and fueled his paranoia and fustratin.
He would go to the Imperial City, staying in his home...and that was when he was finally visited in the night by a Speaker. The idea of such an offer of course interested the noble, and the ability to live out his baser desires and interests behind the shroud of an assassin made things so much more exciting to him. And thus the Dark Brotherhood would gain its most flamboyant and eccentric member, but they wouldn't lose in quality...because very little would stop him from fulfilling his duties to Sithis. He's heard rumors of vampires of course, and now seeks to become one out of his own boredome and interest in the more feral tendencies.
Age: 99
Gender: Male
Race: Altmer
Rank: Murderer
Weapons:
He has a rapier, a bit strange for his profession but he was hardly the one to stick to conventions. He also has some poisons and a short bow.
Magicka: Due to his trianing in the Mages Guild, he's gained decent skill in destruction and mysticism magic. His charisma is high enough that Charm/Illusion spells can be learned with higher ease.
Armor/Clothing:
He prefers to dress in expensive garments, of course those with rich earthly or lordly colors. He feels that they not only exentuate his figure and appearance but also provide an extra bit of cover. After all, who suspects a rich man of killing? Well, many, but who are gutsy enough to challenge them? Few. He rarely feels the need for armor, he likes the swash buckling appeal of his clothing. Often if its essential then he will wear some darker more 'silent' armor.
Horse:
He has a rather pretty and well kempt stallion. Its vanity seems to mirror his own.
Residence/Sanctuary: Cheydinhal is his sanctuary, but his home is in the imperial City. he often will be seen travelling to this town, under the guise of a merchant, while fulfilling contracts. His home is a stately one fit for a lordly Altmer, especially one with a superiority complex. It is filled with signs of his families power and symbols of his own arrogance, especailly the painting over his fire hearth that contained himself. In his basement there is a winery rack, and a rack of weapons, as well as a painting set.
Appearance:
Stall in stature and lean in figure, he is an example of athletic grace for a male. His face is finely shaped and of course behind softer features lies the appearance of someone who's seen quite a few years but was just lucky enough to be part of a race who lives for a veyr very long time. His skin is golden, the trademark of Altmer beauty, and his hair is a dark copper color, not uncommon for others of his race.
Often he can be seen with a condescending or patronizing expression, his smiles often cocky in a soft more calculating manner, and his brow often perked in superior amusement.
Personality: Such an arrogant Altmer might have been seen before, but never at this calliber. He is not brash, but he speaks his mind...as long as he can feel superior to others. He doens't like to be limited by the laws of others, but will often allow himself to in order to keep himself out of trouble. But in reality he has a sort of hidden hedonistic side behind the strict moral and customary confines of Altmer culuture.
He has very racist views towards others, while he might favor Redguards for their skills and Imperials for their worldliness, he views Nords as savage barbarians and Bosmer as embarrassing relatives, and he has a high disdain for Dunmer and thinks Breton's are imitators...he also is more than knowledgable about how money works, and enjoys reaping the benifits of what he does and what happens to others.
He appreciates beauty, and is very vain. His own is important, but the beauty of others can reflect how he treats them. He actually considers argonian skin as 'exotic', but in most cases if someone isn't exceptionally beautiful in his opinion he deems them beneath himself in importance. He likes praise and enjoys putting up paintings of himself in his home.
He has a very sadistic side, rumored to be a release of the pent up fustrations of having to live to the standards of Altmer culture, as well as Imperial society. The ultimate hypocrite, he is very skilled at speechcraft, able to appear to be a very refined noble, and save his more 'ugly' side behind closed doors.
History:
Summersett Isle was where he was born although he came to Tamriel not of his own free will. Well...acutally he sort of did. His father was a very religious and traditional Altmer dignitary and as such was used to the more 'cultured and refined' parts of Altmeri culture, and adopted the more arrogant beliefs that might be exhibited.
He enjoyed watching his father work, and grew to be very skilled in political theory later on in his life. He enjoyed reading, but there were somethings about him that put his father ill at ease. First things first, his tendency to show a bit of revulsion, not at death but at the fact that he had to watch some 'lower creature' killed. He also seemed to see some sort of aesthetic beauty in dead bodies. It was just one strange part of his own mannerisms that would shape his later life.
As a youth he became very exuberant, and very amorous and adventurous. He enjoyed travel. He would join the Mages Guild at first, doing very well and enjoying the travelling he needed to do to get there. But he honestly was a bit repressed internally, as he felt envy towards those 'others' who were free in life to do what they feel and do what he saw were 'heathen' practices that were exciting to him.
He would become so seduced by other things that he would secretly moonlight as a necromancer, watching the others who he seeked to join as well as rising in the Mages Guild. Of course when it was outlawed he was one of the ones very unhappy. Unable and unwilling to risk losing his station due to being caught as part of this sect, he put his practices to his own home while keeping his contact soely in the Mages Guild. People who visited his home would see unusual paintings made of strange pallid creatures out of nightmares.
He would feel so shut in that he decided he needed some thrill in his life...and therefore he would lure someone into his home and murder them fore pure pleasure and excitement. Quite pleased at the outcome, but rather dismayed and disgusted by the fact that they weren't beautiful enough for him, he still would continue his strange practices with these bodies, as well as using his necromancy magic in order to gain some sort of base for something to paint. Just for boredom.
But then the guilt began to overwhelm him. He felt as if he could hear them calling to him...and hear his father taking away all he had. Panicking majorly, he tried to flee the Imperial City. He would make it to Anvil, where the inn he grudgingly stayed in was hijacked...(it was a ship..). Seduced again by excitement, he had decided to switch his goals a little and spent some time in the 'swashbuckling lifestyle'. Of course later on he would wind up back in the Imperial City...he always felt like he was running from something...as if someone was watching him as he slept. He would give up this lifestyle, it bored him and fueled his paranoia and fustratin.
He would go to the Imperial City, staying in his home...and that was when he was finally visited in the night by a Speaker. The idea of such an offer of course interested the noble, and the ability to live out his baser desires and interests behind the shroud of an assassin made things so much more exciting to him. And thus the Dark Brotherhood would gain its most flamboyant and eccentric member, but they wouldn't lose in quality...because very little would stop him from fulfilling his duties to Sithis. He's heard rumors of vampires of course, and now seeks to become one out of his own boredome and interest in the more feral tendencies.