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[ucandelicious]

Name: Sorin Seyek
Race: dunmer
Sex: male
Age: 28
Class: traveller(cuz that's what I do in ob....
Apperance: an even 5'11, he is built real lean. A pale grey skin tone, some believe that he might be more than dunmer. He has aqua blue eyes, a rarity among dunmers. He has charcoal colored hair, worn long and loosely. He smiles a lot, and his usualy noticed by women in doing so.

Equipment: He wears a red(bloodstained) moth priest robe robe over a set of dark brotherhood armor, which he says he 'aquired' from a fellow kajitt friend in bruma.
Wields a very rare daedric katana, with the enchantment of being able to multiply his damaging strikes by 100, with the cost of him developing mild skitzophrenia(is that spelled right?). Usualy seen with a few bottles of mead.

Personality: a real funny individual, if you can approach him. Likes to smile a lot. Real bubbly personality, but can also be a real psychopath. He his skitzophrenic(spell check plz!) his other half is a maniac. His other half has a sick sense of torturous humor; seing as how he likes to play tag with ice magica with woodland creatures. The crazy half is known to be less of a sword expert and mor of a hand to hand person, mixing it with an occasional ice spear, or other ice based spells. His normal half is happy, and bubbly. His normal half is a real go getter, and can manipulate ice magicka to his lips when he kisses women. His better half can't really use ice magicka like his couterpart, but he can channel ice magicka through his body and through his sword and is a very accomplished swordsman, having trained with the blades and past arena champions.
The nice half is very much into fine, aged wine; while the evil half is a drunkard.

Brief history: a former steward of a retired moth priest, he spent his child hood by the moth priest temple, learning, reading(in the sunlight) and training with the priests and blades who would escort newly 'blineded' priests. After questioning and pondering over life outside his happy priest life, he turned 20 and left. He discovered mead, sex, gambling during his travels, and soon began thieving all around the continent as a freelance thief. With the help of a fellow kajitt friend, he was referred to a katana in the dagoth moutains which weighed but as much as a feather, but had enough destructive force of lord dagon himself. Inwhich, he had to have, being a fine swordsman that he is. In the course of hooking and stabbing through an old dwemer complex, he held the blade, in hopes of attaining further enlightenment and symbolic and sentimental achievement....but the blade caused him to grow weary and pass out, thus having him wake up in a creek by the emperial city, surrounded by several dead imperial hunters. Being the ignorant person that he is, he shruged the bloody creek as it never happened....casuing him to hav a ever present smile most days.