Basics
Name: Nalfien 'len Lorana Cyrelaaen Cirdanir 'ata Nyellaro Tanisorel Neryanaamo Lloderion 'cal Thaerdal
Sex: Male
Race: Altmer
Age: 66
Birthsign: Shadow (born on the 31st of Second Seed)
Class: Thalmor Agent
Alignment: Lawful Good
Factions: Thalmor, College of Winterhold, Stormcloaks
Titles: Dragonborn, Ysmir Whatever and all that Nord folk-tale stuff he does not give two Drakes about
Appearance
Skin tone: Dusky gold, darkened from the years under the ruthless sun of Hammerfell
Height: 6'6''
Weight: ~198lbs
Build: Athletic, deft and lithe yet solid, somewhat large-boned
Eyes: Light green, halway between jade and teal
Hair: Silvery-white, straight with a slight hint of wave, reaches a hand's length past his shoulders; most of the time he leaves it untied, but on some occasions wears it in a ponytail or a loose braid or a bun
Scars: Two identical burns expanding over his palms; if examined closely, a hint of a pattern that looks vaguely Dwemeri can be discerned; their origin is uncertain. Four large, albeit neatly mended, claw-tears just under the right clavicle, a souvenir from a werewolf in Valenwood. A scar from a crossbow bolt on the left shoulder, from the Imperial ambush on the road near Darkwater Crossing.
Apparel: Several sets of clothing for an assortment of situations: Thalmor uniform robes with a snow bear cloak as his usual attire; College Master Wizard robes with Colovian metal-bound boots and the same cloak for official College business; Stormcloak mage robes with the same boots and cloak and the mask of Morokei for Stormcloak missions; various civilian clothes
Weapons and magic: He believes that weapons are made for those miserable souls lacking the intelligence and willpower to master the art of spellcasting, for no weapon can compare to the pure energy of Aetherius. Occasionally he would use a staff, either the Staff of Magnus or the one he found in Saarthal. On a rare occasion, when whatever reason prevents him from using magic, he might resort to hand-to-hand combat or even use any random item as a weapon. The only actual weapon he has ever owned is a silver knife, for certain sorts of emergencies
Supplies: All kinds of mundane things one can always find in a local store, if one has the coin, and Nalfien is a mer who always has coin. Therefore, his bag only contains the most essential things: a piece of soap, a change of clothes, some potions and enchanted trinkets and always a couple of books
Basics
Name: Nalfien 'len Lorana Cyrelaaen Cirdanir 'ata Nyellaro Tanisorel Neryanaamo Lloderion 'cal Thaerdal
Sex: Male
Race: Altmer
Age: 66
Birthsign: Shadow (born on the 31st of Second Seed)
Class: Thalmor Agent
Alignment: Lawful Good
Factions: Thalmor, College of Winterhold, Stormcloaks
Titles: Dragonborn, Ysmir Whatever and all that Nord folk-tale stuff he does not give two Drakes about
Appearance
Skin tone: Dusky gold, darkened from the years under the ruthless sun of Hammerfell
Height: 6'6''
Weight: ~198lbs
Build: Athletic, deft and lithe yet solid, somewhat large-boned
Eyes: Light green, halway between jade and teal
Hair: Silvery-white, straight with a slight hint of wave, reaches a hand's length past his shoulders; most of the time he leaves it untied, but on some occasions wears it in a ponytail or a loose braid or a bun
Scars: Two identical burns expanding over his palms; if examined closely, a hint of a pattern that looks vaguely Dwemeri can be discerned; their origin is uncertain. Four large, albeit neatly mended, claw-tears just under the right clavicle, a souvenir from a werewolf in Valenwood. A scar from a crossbow bolt on the left shoulder, from the Imperial ambush on the road near Darkwater Crossing.
Apparel: Several sets of clothing for an assortment of situations: Thalmor uniform robes with a snow bear cloak as his usual attire; College Master Wizard robes with Colovian metal-bound boots and the same cloak for official College business; Stormcloak mage robes with the same boots and cloak and the mask of Morokei for Stormcloak missions; various civilian clothes
Weapons and magic: He believes that weapons are made for those miserable souls lacking the intelligence and willpower to master the art of spellcasting, for no weapon can compare to the pure energy of Aetherius. Occasionally he would use a staff, either the Staff of Magnus or the one he found in Saarthal. On a rare occasion, when whatever reason prevents him from using magic, he might resort to hand-to-hand combat or even use any random item as a weapon. The only actual weapon he has ever owned is a silver knife, for certain sorts of emergencies
Supplies: All kinds of mundane things one can always find in a local store, if one has the coin, and Nalfien is a mer who always has coin. Therefore, his bag only contains the most essential things: a piece of soap, a change of clothes, some potions and enchanted trinkets and always a couple of books
Nice!
I really hope he won´t go around killing our Nord suppliers. I know about one certain Strong-Song that would certainly deserve some...spanking
Also, you got me interested with those scars on his palms. Where did he get those?
Nice!
I really hope he won´t go around killing our Nord suppliers. I know about one certain Strong-Song that would certainly deserve some...spanking
Also, you got me interested with those scars on his palms. Where did he get those?
Thanks)) Nah, this guy won't kill anyone without a good reason, even the filthiest Talos worshipper. I'll add a bit of a backstory tomorrow and you will have a clue as to where did these burns come from.
Thanks)) Nah, this guy won't kill anyone without a good reason, even the filthiest Talos worshipper. I'll add a bit of a backstory tomorrow and you will have a clue as to where did these burns come from.