Character Creation.

Name of Character: Raentus Ebonhand
Race: Nordish
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Vague Background:
A man that has been tied to protecting his loved ones his entire life, he started off in the world as the caretaker for horses at the Embershard Mine, south of Riverwood, in Skyrim at the age of 13. He earned a very small portion of money each day, and could barely support his ill mother and 10 year old brother. After 5 years, his mother had passed and his brother had ran away near the city of Markarth to become a servant of the Daedric Princes. Raeuntus was so heartbroken, he ran to the city of Solitude in hopes of living with his second aunt. Winter had befallen which made the journey especially challenging. Along the way, he learned methods of survival. For example, he was able to find shelter in caves and settlements across the land. After a few weeks of travelling, he stumbled upon a war camp held by the Stormcloaks. He had heard stories about how their leader, Ulfric Stormcloak, had murdered the High King of Skyrim. He snuck into their camp and stole a Greatsword. When he begun his journey to Solitude again, he was encountered by a patrol on the outskirts of the camp, and was nearly killed by the soldiers. Luckily, a group of people had come by in the nick of time to fend off the Stormcloaks, most likely legionnaires. He got away into the forest and was able to escape.


After several hours of walking, and nightfall around the corner, Ebonhand knew that he would have to find shelter before he freezes to death. Suddenly, he spotted a figure, most likely a woman, walking down the path with two knives on her hips. Ebonhand hid behind a tree closest to him and slowly began to follow her trail. She stopped at the middle of a road and approached a skull-faced door. She uttered words that was barely intelligible, but was comprehensible. The door had been faintly asking her 3 questions. He remembered the answers as : "Innocence, my brother.", "Sublime, my Brother.", "Solace, my Brother." As she entered, he escaped from the cover of the tree, and murmured those words to the door. He gained entry to the hideout, and was able to identify a group of 10 people at most. Shockingly, he had a blade at the end of his neck while he was trying to listen to the people. "Hey, look who we found", the person who caught him yelled. He was brought to the centre of the main area, and put on his knees. He was dumbstruck and petrified for what happened next. "This young man looks suitable for our work, don't you think? It'd be such a waste if we execute him.", a woman said. Several murmurs of agreement had been uttered, and Raentus was brought up on his legs. "What's your name, boy?", a tall, dark man asked him. "Raentus Ebonhand.", he replied. "Hmm. You will be of use to us for a while. Try and escape, the Dark Brotherhood will be hunting you.". 


After this event, Raentus was introduced to the Dark Brotherhood and served as a mercenary assassin for them. He was deemed their best killer using stealth and, in certain situations brute force, when it comes to dealing with his targets. He has killed several high ranking members in the Imperial Legion, in the Stormcloaks and many soldiers and other people. He has received no word from his brother nor aunt from Solitude, but his past has left him long ago.

Name: Glendale Vandhart
Race: Bretons
Age: 32
Vague Background:

Upon entering his forsaken life, he was born into a family of lowly people, off the outskirts of Anvil, 34. The place is still scorched from the events of Oblivion nearly after many centuries later. His father a Smith, and 3 sons, who help there father in the smiths. During his childhood, he'd always have a habit of stealing from others, most of the time, it'd be in broad daylight, and no one would notice, mostly due his height, and his witty hands. Most of the time, petty, nothing to far. Until he stole from the wrong man. This man was apart of the governing council of Anvil, from what he stole was two documents which could change Anvil, and possibly, Cyrodiil forever. Now of course the man looked everywhere to find those two documents, even calling upon the other cities to find it. Upon one day, he found it, two guardsmen of Anvil found them in our house, after searching. When this happened, the 3 sons and I, were hidden from the rest, and the parents. They suffered from this, badly. They were hanged on the spot, and they found 1 of the sons, jailing him. The other two and I ran off, we found ourselves in a town half-way from Kvatch, and so, we begged, for money, food, whatever we can get our hands on, so we can travel to Kvatch. Sadly during a winter, the last two sons died of hypothermia, and were given a small burial outside of the town. I with the items I had, waited for Spring to end, and moved to Kvatch, at this time I was 15, so I grew some. Upon entering I quickly went into the shadows, and stole, from whoever I could. So I continued this until I stole from a traveler, in his bed. Sleeping. I stole from him his Sword, Shield, and his helmet. But it was rusty at the time, so it wouldn't do much. But I kept the sword and I trained myself with it, making unique techniques and and forms. Making me more complex to understand in combat. Later on by the time I was 21, I was able to buy a full set of Leather armor, and a new Shield and sword. From there I ventured on to join a brigand of Bandits, and continue from there, and upon that time, I was able to somewhat read, from spying and using my knowledge he got, so from there he continued to try and try to read the books. Eventually, I learned a couple of standard spells, nothing much. And hence from there on. And, thus, I was 34 at the time, and one thing changed for me. Quite a big one indeed.

Name of Character: Kaeso Marius 
Race: Imperial
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Vague Background: After joining the Imperial Legion, Marius quickly rose to the rank of Quaestor before eventually being given command of a small unit as Praefect. He led his men to multiple victories against banditry and highwaymen before watching them all perish in front of him in a well-orchestrated ambush. He sent for his trusted messenger to deliver the news after Marius was able to sneak back to his camp under cover of night. He was all that was left of the raid and he hung his head in between his legs while he sat on a rock near his campfire. This was when he made a decision that would change his life. He gathered up all the belongings and documents of everyone in his camp and piled it on top of his campfire, erecting a funeral pyre to their memories. Out of the fire flew a piece of paper, destined by the gods he believed. It was the order for this raid on the bandits, somewhat charred and disfigured by the fire. Marius took it and placed it into a scroll tube with his pack before setting off, burning his camp to the ground and his old identity with it. Now he wanders towards Skyrim in hopes of starting a new life, knowing his defeat would cause himself to be in front of a court of officers, but his desertion would also put him on an execution block. Neither looked good to Marius.

Name of Character:Calobi Sahba
Race:Khajiit
Age:35
Gender:Female
Vague Background: A renegade and a thief who grew up in the unforgiving sands of Elsweyr learning to fight and survive on her own from a young age. She uses no other weapons than a two curves steel daggers, and a dark wood short bow with her claws moving constantly through the desert days in and days out. Her mother was murdered at a very young age so she never knew a home. She became skilled in the art of thievery and started stealing more often than not. She is adorned with piercings in her ears and nose as well as rings running down her tail. A brand of fate on her cheek as a punishment not long forgotten for her disdain acts of thievery and a long black mane to match. She has piercing yellow eyes and almost always hides behind either a long tan robe or a black vest wear. She is a bold and ironically upstanding figure who is rather silly at times but has grown up to be a skilled blade and a sly thief in her years. She usually works alone and finds trust and security hard to find in anyone. - often keeping herself as a assassin earning cash on the side to keep herself fed and under a roof. Strong, fast, and smart is the only thing she has to keep herself alive in disgusting dark and bloody world anew.

Though she has left the sands of her past behind she is still just as ready to slit the throats of her enemies and claim the riches of the world once again. She became widely reknown not just for her theivery but marksman ship as well as the deadly silence of her blades. She left her past of theivery behing and became a mercenary as fighting was the only thing she really enjoyed and maybe making allies along the way, she was ready and so she was on her way under the shadows of the Theifs Banners.