Alright, here I go.
Name: Kaye Soscean Gender: male Age: 58 Race: Redguard Appearance: An unremarkable looking man, Kaye has a grey beard and roughly cut hair of moderate length. His eyes are set deep in their sockets and wrinkles have broken up his skin. The rest of his body is light, slightly malnurished and perpetually hunched over.
As for clothes, Kaye is a man of simplicity. He wears whatever he could get cheap, resulting in a mismatched outfit of dirty and stitched up clothes.
Weapons: A rusty old dagger
Abilities: Meditating, illusion, hand-to-hand.
History: Not much is known about Kaye's past. In fact, he barely remembers the name of his hometown, even less where it lay or what it looked like. What is known is that he has spent most of his life wandering Tamriel at random, only making contact with people when absolutely needed. For years he attempted to clear his mind of all thoughts, believing that if he succeeded, he would become enlightened.
Perhaps it was luck, an instinct for evading trouble, or merely the fact that he was out far from civilization most of the time, but Kaye has managed to get through every major crisis of the last half a century unharmed and often, unaware of their happening.
Now he's growing old however, and fears that he will never reach enlightnement, whether through clearing his mind or otherwise. It is this fear that has made him abandon the wilderniss and return to the towns and cities.
Personality: Kaye is a tired man, fed up with himself. He struggles with a newfound adiction to alcohol and doesn't seem to care about anything these days. Deep down however, he is still searching for enlightenement, which drives him into situations he'd rather avoid. Such as a civil war among the Daedra for example.
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Fabulous hairneedle attack! I'm gonna be bald before I hit twenty.
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