Name: Rakhad Saran Gharesh-Do.
Race: Khajiit. Cathay.
Gender: Male.
Age: In his mid thirties.
Home Country: Originally, Elsweyr. Moved to Leyawiin.
Faction and Rank or Guilds: Renrijra Krin. Smuggler. Warrior. Saboteur and infiltrator.
Physical Appearance:
Pic 1Pic 2Pic 3Rakhad’s mane is brown and as a Cathay, he’s taller and heavier than Suthays and has increased strength as well. His fur is the color of a Senche-tiger; dark orange with black stripes from his head to his tail. On his left arm, Rakhad has an old Khajiiti symbol; to induce fear and also meant to protect against abuse of power. He is noted by many to be remarkably handsome and charming. From his toils in his earlier years, Rakhad is in near-perfect form and conditioned for any physical taxing activities.
Skills and talents: Rakhad’s fighting style suits his way of thinking. With the dual-wielding style he can constantly attack and with care he can protect himself with no armor worn. He thrives on athleticism and speed that allows his to deploy rapid strikes and aerial and acrobatic assaults like many khajiit. As learned from a fellow friend, he also enters into a berserker rage in combat, which greatly augments his strength and overall ability to fight.
Eyes: Khajiit yellow. Slit.
Build: Strong and athletic.
Weapons of preference: Rakhad favors quickness over mass in his oddly curved sword; it is light to hold, compared to the weapon a Breton or a Nord might clash with. Blunt or chopping instruments have fallen out of favor with him.
Much in the way a Redguard favors a billowing flow of cloth, Rakhad prefers armor that is both lightweight and hard wearing, due to the swelter of both the Khajiiti homeland and the naturally thick coats he refuses to shave. But the incessantly arid landscapes of Elsweyr tell only part of the story, for he hisses and spits at coverings that might encumber him, and claw away at armor seen as a restraint to his natural agility. Perhaps the only moment one will spy Rakhad clad in the heaviest of protection is just prior to a regimented war, which he does not favor.
Most of the time he has gossamer attire, with only vulnerable elements such as greaves and gauntlets receiving special attention; shawls, ribbons, and other trinkets to form decoration. Rakhad relishes also in supplementing his own claws with a wide variety of fiendish blades, ranging from the smallest punch dagger and smaller knives, to the curved scimitar blades, one of which was given to him by a respected and wise Redguard. When caressing Rakhad’s weapons, one must be careful not to catch oneself on a pointed edge.
Clothing: Devotion to the moons is at the forefront of any embossment and augmentation of Rakhad’s attire, and shields and plate armor are no exception. His shield(though he seldom uses it) are crescent shaped, to aid in both the veneration of Maser and Secunda, and in the swift stabbing motion through the shield's gap favored by the scimitar-wielding warrior. What armor he wears is made of lacquer and segments, sometimes encrusted with horn and seal onto loose-fitting leather. But in times of peace, he shuns metal cloth completely, nuzzling instead against quilted and brightly patterned clothes; striped tunics with fancy embroidery show indigenous skill, which extends to the fluted silver edging of more ceremonial armor pieces. Even the most cumbersome and weighty protection of his attire is particularly unsubstantial in nature when compared to that of a Nord or, especially, an Orc.
Miscellaneous: Skooma. Sweetrolls and cakes, and lots of sugar. Carries bottles of milk.
Magic abilities or powers: Standard khajiit racial powers.
Mental Profile/Personality: Rakhad counts no day truly lived or won unless he has have loved a woman, slain an enemy, and eaten a fine sugary meal. He is fearless and is controlled by a thirst for the simple pleasures of life. His passion and love of wine and women, joined with his lust for adventure, is unmatched by any of his peers. With a love for battle, he reveals an excited grin whenever confronted.
Rakhad’s morbid pursuit of thrill places him in precarious situations. He willingly fights enemies with just his claws and challenges foemen that are physically bigger and stronger than him without hesitation. It is the combination of his obsession for danger, nonchalant attitude against fear, gifted athleticism, and supremely honed fighting skills that allow him to stand victorious against his adversaries.
Despite his combat prowess, Rakhad takes time to sit and enjoy life’s beauties. Whether fine wine or a warm bed or a fine woman or all of the three combined. He takes pleasure to such a height that it would almost seem he knows nothing else but in truth to the wise eye one might see that Rakhad has had a troubled past and would seem to make up for his years of suffering by enjoying life at its fullest. He considers himself a freedom fighter.
Biography: Will be told slowly through the RP.
What is known about Rakhad is that he is a member of the Renrijra Krin, and before moving to Leyawiin his years were hard and troublesome and full of toil and suffering. He was involved in a heap of trouble from drug-trade, to smuggling, to going to prison and to be a pit-fighter for some rich lord. Some of his crimes were public knowledge but the biggest ones of monstrous quality were kept an elusive secret. Rakhad is widely respected among the Argonian and Khajiit community in Leyawiin and has many friends and allies in Cyrodiil.
This post has been edited by Darkness Eternal: Nov 14 2014, 03:39 AM
And yet I am, and live—like vapours tossed.
I long for scenes where man hath never trod
A place where woman never smiled or wept
There to abide with my Creator, God,
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept,
Untroubling and untroubled where I lie
The grass below—above the vaulted sky.”