@RichydaJun 15, 2014Jun 15, 2014 at 12:22 AM
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Name: Do'Maadrul (the Crafter, the Wanderer)
Age: He forgot... (around 25 to 30)
Race: Khajiit
Flair: Grey colored fur, chest and maw white, with black spots, yellows eyes.
Rumors: A (most of the time) friendly khajiit that tries his best to help out whenever he can. He's driven out by moral, and won't do things like killing or poison someone just by a mere order. Enjoys to craft all sort of equipment, from a robe, to a full armor made of metal. (What our characters should know about yours!)
Background: He comes from afar, from the arid lands known as Alik'r Desert. He doesn't remember much of his past there, just that he lived with a khajiiti clan/merchant caravan with no more than 15 members on it. On his time with the caravan, he learnt how to smith daggers and make leather backpacks, to help with the trades.
His knowledge comes primarly from his brother. Most of his childhood was spent along forges and playing with his sister, Sama Do'Shrush'Do, of similar age.
One night... a group of fanatics from the Worm Cult struck down the caravan when they were in the middle of nowhere. Maadrul managed to escape, as his brother tried to defend the caravan along with other able bodied khajiits, but father took him away from the combat. Almost out of the combat area, the father was struck by a projectile on his back, before passing, he handed Maadrul his lute, to remember those who died. He went away, catched a merchant ship heading back to the only place he was able to remember, from stories told from his father. Khenarthis Roost.
Age: He forgot... (around 25 to 30)
Race: Khajiit
Flair: Grey colored fur, chest and maw white, with black spots, yellows eyes.
Rumors: A (most of the time) friendly khajiit that tries his best to help out whenever he can. He's driven out by moral, and won't do things like killing or poison someone just by a mere order. Enjoys to craft all sort of equipment, from a robe, to a full armor made of metal. (What our characters should know about yours!)
Background: He comes from afar, from the arid lands known as Alik'r Desert. He doesn't remember much of his past there, just that he lived with a khajiiti clan/merchant caravan with no more than 15 members on it. On his time with the caravan, he learnt how to smith daggers and make leather backpacks, to help with the trades.
His knowledge comes primarly from his brother. Most of his childhood was spent along forges and playing with his sister, Sama Do'Shrush'Do, of similar age.
One night... a group of fanatics from the Worm Cult struck down the caravan when they were in the middle of nowhere. Maadrul managed to escape, as his brother tried to defend the caravan along with other able bodied khajiits, but father took him away from the combat. Almost out of the combat area, the father was struck by a projectile on his back, before passing, he handed Maadrul his lute, to remember those who died. He went away, catched a merchant ship heading back to the only place he was able to remember, from stories told from his father. Khenarthis Roost.