Zealous AtariDec 13, 2015Dec 13, 2015 at 01:56 AM
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ESO @name:
@ZealousAtari
Character Name:
Zealous Atari
Race:
Imperial
Age:
30
Sex:
Male
Marital Status:
Single
Sexual Orientation:
Straight
Physical Description:
I am an average sized, yet muscular male Imperial. I don't have a strong olive complexion like many other Imperials and have very light brown hair, almost dirty blonde. My facial hair is much darker than on my scalp and is usually well groomed. I take pride in how I look and can be somewhat vain about it. My eyes are a vivid, lively green. I have a facial scar across my right eye. It was the last gift I ever received from my father's blade when I brought shame to our family. I enjoy wearing bright shining armor that I have crafted. I don't like to wear normal clothes too often, as I don't like displaying all the scars on my body. I am typically smiling and laughing.
While I enjoy wearing fancy armor and clothes, I do not see myself as a fancy man as I can be rather clumsy in social situations. I just enjoy looking well dressed in hopes of catching the eye of a pretty woman.
Personality:
I enjoy drinking the finest ales and mead. Joking and shenanigans are my favorite pass times. I am a charismatic and intelligent adventurer. I love to hear myself speak in a group of friendly faces. If I truly enjoy someone's company, I will often pick on them. If I dislike anyone, I usually keep my distance and avoid them all together. I don't like to pick fights in social situations and will try to pacifist in most situations as I value life and the lives of others. Killing another individual doesn't bring me any joy but I will kill to protect others and myself. I used to be a young man full of rage, but my Templar training has brought a calming to my once raging spirit. Did I mention I love ale? It's just the best. I do also tend to be a lustful sort. Pretty women, especially elves, catch my eye very easily. Especially, if it looks like they are thirsty for some ale, which I am.
Likes:
Ale
Mead
Pretty Women
Drunken fools
Romance
Storytelling
Dislikes:
Corruption in leadership
Hypocrisy
Selfishness
Self-righteousness of those in power
Injustice towards the oppressed
Strengths:
Expert swordsman in various styles and seasoned veteran
Humorous
Can drink almost anyone under the table
Survivalist
Insightful
Charming
Open-minded
Weakness:
Vulnerable to pretty women
Selfless
Distrust of anyone in power
Self-conscious of his scars
Afraid of looking weak or incapable
Background:
Born Atticus Zedrick, I was raised in Cyrodill. My family was a noble one with great wealth. I never knew the struggles of needing food or working hard for money. I had an easy life and was brought up to be a nobleman. However, as I aged, I became to see the hypocrisy of the noble families within the city. My young teenage angst caused me to get involved with local criminal organizations. I began with petty crimes and it escalated from there. I hurt a lot people, good and bad. I was eventually set up by my employer as I had begun to become a threat to him. I ran from the guards and escaped. I was recognized as a son of the Zedrick family. The news spread. My family found out and they came after me.
My father was seen as an upstanding and righteous man in the community. My actions had hurt his credibility. He drew his sword on me. I did what I could to survive and it left me with the scar on my face. I ran from my home and from my name. I wandered and was found by bounty hunters. They almost won and I was not in good shape. Before I succumbed to my wounds, I was found by a templar.
He took me in with his sect and they helped heal my wounds. It was there I began to see what selfless compassion was. I asked if I stay and become a member. After they debated my acceptance, I was officially given a new name and I believe I found my redemption under the name Zealous Atari. I became powerful in my training and well respected in this new community that had adopted me.
It wasn't until the war began that troubles had found their way back into my life. My elders wouldn't agree to let me help in the cause. It I couldn't understand why. It set my heart on fire knowing that I could help but I was not allowed to leave. Then I heard that my home town was destroyed by Molag Bal. I know that I caused much pain there, however, I believed that one day I could make things right. That was the last straw, I left for good and began my own path as a mercenary.
@ZealousAtari
Character Name:
Zealous Atari
Race:
Imperial
Age:
30
Sex:
Male
Marital Status:
Single
Sexual Orientation:
Straight
Physical Description:
I am an average sized, yet muscular male Imperial. I don't have a strong olive complexion like many other Imperials and have very light brown hair, almost dirty blonde. My facial hair is much darker than on my scalp and is usually well groomed. I take pride in how I look and can be somewhat vain about it. My eyes are a vivid, lively green. I have a facial scar across my right eye. It was the last gift I ever received from my father's blade when I brought shame to our family. I enjoy wearing bright shining armor that I have crafted. I don't like to wear normal clothes too often, as I don't like displaying all the scars on my body. I am typically smiling and laughing.
While I enjoy wearing fancy armor and clothes, I do not see myself as a fancy man as I can be rather clumsy in social situations. I just enjoy looking well dressed in hopes of catching the eye of a pretty woman.
Personality:
I enjoy drinking the finest ales and mead. Joking and shenanigans are my favorite pass times. I am a charismatic and intelligent adventurer. I love to hear myself speak in a group of friendly faces. If I truly enjoy someone's company, I will often pick on them. If I dislike anyone, I usually keep my distance and avoid them all together. I don't like to pick fights in social situations and will try to pacifist in most situations as I value life and the lives of others. Killing another individual doesn't bring me any joy but I will kill to protect others and myself. I used to be a young man full of rage, but my Templar training has brought a calming to my once raging spirit. Did I mention I love ale? It's just the best. I do also tend to be a lustful sort. Pretty women, especially elves, catch my eye very easily. Especially, if it looks like they are thirsty for some ale, which I am.
Likes:
Ale
Mead
Pretty Women
Drunken fools
Romance
Storytelling
Dislikes:
Corruption in leadership
Hypocrisy
Selfishness
Self-righteousness of those in power
Injustice towards the oppressed
Strengths:
Expert swordsman in various styles and seasoned veteran
Humorous
Can drink almost anyone under the table
Survivalist
Insightful
Charming
Open-minded
Weakness:
Vulnerable to pretty women
Selfless
Distrust of anyone in power
Self-conscious of his scars
Afraid of looking weak or incapable
Background:
Born Atticus Zedrick, I was raised in Cyrodill. My family was a noble one with great wealth. I never knew the struggles of needing food or working hard for money. I had an easy life and was brought up to be a nobleman. However, as I aged, I became to see the hypocrisy of the noble families within the city. My young teenage angst caused me to get involved with local criminal organizations. I began with petty crimes and it escalated from there. I hurt a lot people, good and bad. I was eventually set up by my employer as I had begun to become a threat to him. I ran from the guards and escaped. I was recognized as a son of the Zedrick family. The news spread. My family found out and they came after me.
My father was seen as an upstanding and righteous man in the community. My actions had hurt his credibility. He drew his sword on me. I did what I could to survive and it left me with the scar on my face. I ran from my home and from my name. I wandered and was found by bounty hunters. They almost won and I was not in good shape. Before I succumbed to my wounds, I was found by a templar.
He took me in with his sect and they helped heal my wounds. It was there I began to see what selfless compassion was. I asked if I stay and become a member. After they debated my acceptance, I was officially given a new name and I believe I found my redemption under the name Zealous Atari. I became powerful in my training and well respected in this new community that had adopted me.
It wasn't until the war began that troubles had found their way back into my life. My elders wouldn't agree to let me help in the cause. It I couldn't understand why. It set my heart on fire knowing that I could help but I was not allowed to leave. Then I heard that my home town was destroyed by Molag Bal. I know that I caused much pain there, however, I believed that one day I could make things right. That was the last straw, I left for good and began my own path as a mercenary.
RaccoonismDec 13, 2015