Post by Dre Sumani on Jun 4, 2005 4:25:57 GMT -5
Name~ Dre Sumani
Species~ Dark Elf (Dunmer)
Age~ 29
Gender~ Male
Appearance~ A Dark Elf native to Morrowind, he prefers to be called a Dunmer. He stands around 6' 3" (2 metres) and weighs about 154 Pounds(70 Kilos) without his armor on. His armor adds an addidtional 33 Pounds(15 Kilos). He has deep red eyes, as do all Dunmer, and carries around a tower shield and a long curved sword. He normally wears a Netch Leather Helmet to hide his face and give protection from sandstorms, as he visits the desert Ashlands often. The rest of his armor includes Chitin, Steel, and Netch Leather items. He buys his own food, hunting for it only when he is attacked by a beast and forced to kill it, or when he is traveling across the Grazelands, Sheogorad, or Malag Mar regions. He is his own armorer, and weapon and armor maker. If he finds a wild Netch, he'll normally kill it, taking the leather and making a new piece of armor out of it.
History~ He was born in the town of Vivec, and raised to be an arena fighter. He eccelled quickly, entering the silver division without too much trouble. He there lost against a Springgan, but after a few days of recovery and training, he entered the match again, and won. He won the next few matches, and then found himself against the Silver Division Champion. HE couldn't beat him, even after three matches, so he wandered the Arena Canton one day, contemplating the situation.
He wandered into the waistworks, then the Canalworks, and then into the storage room. That walk changed his life forever, as he found the trap door completely by accident. He wandered into the Morog Tong guild, and confronted the guildmaster. They had been watching him, as they watched all arena fighters in the Silver Division and up, and found him easily worthy enough to enter. He was given a writ for the honorable execution of a Dark Elven Murderer name "Sindasin Nori" and acted swiftly and quickly to finish the task. He was cuaght in the process, and almost killed on sight, but an Ordinator confronted him, trying to capture him alive, as he was only 17 at the time, and not an adult yet. He produced the honorable writ of execution, and was released without question.
No one wants to get in the way of the Morog Tong guild, not even Ordinators. This was either because they were one of the most feared powers in Morrowind, or because they were created by the third emporer himself. They were quite legal, and killing one for executing a writ would have anyone executed.
He excelled in the ranks of the Morog Tong, almost forgetting aout the Arena, where he was becoming more myth than truth until he turned twenty. By this time, he was only two ranks belwo the guildmaster himself, and considered one of the most deadly assassin in the Ascadian Isles, as he refused to go to another region to execute writs.
He entered back in the Arena when he turned twenty, soaring through the ranks until he dought the Areaa champion. Due to his intimidating history, he won with only a broken arm, and a sprained ankle, though he spent weeks recovering, the Arena Champion had sustained much worse. He had died.
Eventually, the guildmaster started to get old, and in the eyes of the guild members, weak. Dre was second in command, and considered the perfect person to take his place. As soon as he assassinated the guilmaster himself. Dre did so, though not without trouble. He received a scar down his entire left arm, and a lerge gash down his chest. He wears pouldrons, bracers, and cut guantlets, to make sure his arms are completely covered.
Personality~ He is careful, and not quick to think. He always looks at a situation from every angle, and never underestimates his opponent. He rarely runs from battle, but he knows when he's beaten, and is not stupid enough to stay and fight when he has no chance of winning.
He is not evil, as the Morog Tong Guild is legal, and only executes official writs given by th Imperial House of Justice. Although there is a rumor that they are starting to execute personal 'Grey Writs' that are not exactly legal, but have not yet been outlawed. Ordinators of Vivec allow them, but go anywhere else, and you'll be treated like any other murderer... You'll just be attacked on sight becasue you're too dangerous to contain. He is not good either, but doesn't take lives carelessly. HIs motto is "Take live seriously if taking life is your proffession." That is the motto of most Morog Tong Guild members as well, but he likes to quote it a lot.
His voice is shadowy, when he wants to hide expression, but it can sound just like a normal person's when he wants it to. He doesn't, however, remove the Netch Leather Helmet at any time, not even with personal friends, or when he sleeps.
Specialty~ He is a master of Stealth, and often moves slowly, unless he is in a very big hurry, for something very important. He uses his longsword, and a poisoned dagger that he often keeps sheathed at his waist to assassinate, and fight directly, if neccasary. He is also extremely adept in the marts of Destruction Magic, his specialty being a multi elemental wave that he had a spellmaker custom create for him. It uses fire, ice, and electricity, all in one flying wave, that reaches a full fifty feet(14.5 Metres) from him.
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Attributes
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Personality~ 55
Agility~ 70
Speed~ 55
Intelligence~ 85
Strength~ 60
Willpower~ 60
Endurance~ 45
Luck~ 0
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Skills~
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Armorer~ 40
Athletics~ 50
Axe~ 10
Block~ 40
Blunt Weapon~ 5
Heavy Armor~ 5
Long Blade~ 60
Medium Armor~ 15
Spear~ 5
Alchemy~ 30
Alteration~ 30
Conjuration~ 5
Destruction~ 80
Enchant~ 20
Illusion~ 10
Mysticism~ 10
Restoration~ 40
Unarmored~ 5
Acrobatics~ 30
Hand-to-hand~ 20
Light Armor~ 50
Marksman~ 20
Mercantile~ 15
Security~ 45
Short Blade~ 20
Sneak~ 65
Speechcraft~ 20
Picture Without Helmet~
Main Picture~
Species~ Dark Elf (Dunmer)
Age~ 29
Gender~ Male
Appearance~ A Dark Elf native to Morrowind, he prefers to be called a Dunmer. He stands around 6' 3" (2 metres) and weighs about 154 Pounds(70 Kilos) without his armor on. His armor adds an addidtional 33 Pounds(15 Kilos). He has deep red eyes, as do all Dunmer, and carries around a tower shield and a long curved sword. He normally wears a Netch Leather Helmet to hide his face and give protection from sandstorms, as he visits the desert Ashlands often. The rest of his armor includes Chitin, Steel, and Netch Leather items. He buys his own food, hunting for it only when he is attacked by a beast and forced to kill it, or when he is traveling across the Grazelands, Sheogorad, or Malag Mar regions. He is his own armorer, and weapon and armor maker. If he finds a wild Netch, he'll normally kill it, taking the leather and making a new piece of armor out of it.
History~ He was born in the town of Vivec, and raised to be an arena fighter. He eccelled quickly, entering the silver division without too much trouble. He there lost against a Springgan, but after a few days of recovery and training, he entered the match again, and won. He won the next few matches, and then found himself against the Silver Division Champion. HE couldn't beat him, even after three matches, so he wandered the Arena Canton one day, contemplating the situation.
He wandered into the waistworks, then the Canalworks, and then into the storage room. That walk changed his life forever, as he found the trap door completely by accident. He wandered into the Morog Tong guild, and confronted the guildmaster. They had been watching him, as they watched all arena fighters in the Silver Division and up, and found him easily worthy enough to enter. He was given a writ for the honorable execution of a Dark Elven Murderer name "Sindasin Nori" and acted swiftly and quickly to finish the task. He was cuaght in the process, and almost killed on sight, but an Ordinator confronted him, trying to capture him alive, as he was only 17 at the time, and not an adult yet. He produced the honorable writ of execution, and was released without question.
No one wants to get in the way of the Morog Tong guild, not even Ordinators. This was either because they were one of the most feared powers in Morrowind, or because they were created by the third emporer himself. They were quite legal, and killing one for executing a writ would have anyone executed.
He excelled in the ranks of the Morog Tong, almost forgetting aout the Arena, where he was becoming more myth than truth until he turned twenty. By this time, he was only two ranks belwo the guildmaster himself, and considered one of the most deadly assassin in the Ascadian Isles, as he refused to go to another region to execute writs.
He entered back in the Arena when he turned twenty, soaring through the ranks until he dought the Areaa champion. Due to his intimidating history, he won with only a broken arm, and a sprained ankle, though he spent weeks recovering, the Arena Champion had sustained much worse. He had died.
Eventually, the guildmaster started to get old, and in the eyes of the guild members, weak. Dre was second in command, and considered the perfect person to take his place. As soon as he assassinated the guilmaster himself. Dre did so, though not without trouble. He received a scar down his entire left arm, and a lerge gash down his chest. He wears pouldrons, bracers, and cut guantlets, to make sure his arms are completely covered.
Personality~ He is careful, and not quick to think. He always looks at a situation from every angle, and never underestimates his opponent. He rarely runs from battle, but he knows when he's beaten, and is not stupid enough to stay and fight when he has no chance of winning.
He is not evil, as the Morog Tong Guild is legal, and only executes official writs given by th Imperial House of Justice. Although there is a rumor that they are starting to execute personal 'Grey Writs' that are not exactly legal, but have not yet been outlawed. Ordinators of Vivec allow them, but go anywhere else, and you'll be treated like any other murderer... You'll just be attacked on sight becasue you're too dangerous to contain. He is not good either, but doesn't take lives carelessly. HIs motto is "Take live seriously if taking life is your proffession." That is the motto of most Morog Tong Guild members as well, but he likes to quote it a lot.
His voice is shadowy, when he wants to hide expression, but it can sound just like a normal person's when he wants it to. He doesn't, however, remove the Netch Leather Helmet at any time, not even with personal friends, or when he sleeps.
Specialty~ He is a master of Stealth, and often moves slowly, unless he is in a very big hurry, for something very important. He uses his longsword, and a poisoned dagger that he often keeps sheathed at his waist to assassinate, and fight directly, if neccasary. He is also extremely adept in the marts of Destruction Magic, his specialty being a multi elemental wave that he had a spellmaker custom create for him. It uses fire, ice, and electricity, all in one flying wave, that reaches a full fifty feet(14.5 Metres) from him.
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Attributes
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Personality~ 55
Agility~ 70
Speed~ 55
Intelligence~ 85
Strength~ 60
Willpower~ 60
Endurance~ 45
Luck~ 0
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Skills~
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Armorer~ 40
Athletics~ 50
Axe~ 10
Block~ 40
Blunt Weapon~ 5
Heavy Armor~ 5
Long Blade~ 60
Medium Armor~ 15
Spear~ 5
Alchemy~ 30
Alteration~ 30
Conjuration~ 5
Destruction~ 80
Enchant~ 20
Illusion~ 10
Mysticism~ 10
Restoration~ 40
Unarmored~ 5
Acrobatics~ 30
Hand-to-hand~ 20
Light Armor~ 50
Marksman~ 20
Mercantile~ 15
Security~ 45
Short Blade~ 20
Sneak~ 65
Speechcraft~ 20
Picture Without Helmet~
Main Picture~
