Name: Diores Silvers
Race: Imperial
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Affliction(s): None
Birthplace: Cheydinhal, Cyrodiil
Current Residence: N/A, on the road
Affiliation: None
Occupation: Mercenary / Vigilante
Major Skills: Infiltration (Lockpicking/Sneak - Adept), Archery (Expert)
Minor Skills: Melee Combat (Two-handed - Apprentice), Bartering (Speechcraft - Apprentice),
Wooing (Speechcraft - Expert?)
Inventory:
• "Ertragen" - Oaken longbow reinforced with steel on the grip and both ends of the bow - used for blocking and striking. A few scorched marks on the wooden parts of it.
• Iron dagger - usually for utility purposes.
• Black leather vest over light, civilian clothing; black leather boots; black leather gauntlets.
• Utility belt that holds his dagger and a small bag that holds coins and a few potions.
Bio:
• Family - Both diseased, died during a bandit raid when Diores was 7.
• Appearance - 5'7" tall. Wavy, jet black, shoulder length hair usually tied in a pony tail. Slightly gaunt facial structure with pronounced cheeks and jaw. Hooded, golden eyes. Pale olive skin tone. Light and toned body build.
• Personality: Confident and level-headed. Often enjoying company with those who possess the same freedom such as he - not held back by laws - although most of the time, the company he enjoys ends up being imprisoned or dead. Having a soft spot for the less-fortunate, he forgoes profit and would help them to the best of his abilities, he often feeling small regret once he realizes his purse is empty by the end of his favor-giving.
Spirited and carefree, he often encourages his companions to share a laugh or be merry with him when such times occur.
A self-proclaimed ladies' man, he aims to please any womenfolk he encounters and is quick to brush-off men in favor for the females.
• Likes - Women, bows, hunting, gold, having a good time
• Dislikes - Stiff people, undead, necromancers, lending gold, cramped spaces
• History:
Born from a poor family in Cheydinhal, Diores experienced hard work at an early age. Poaching and traveling from one city to another to trade, he picked up skills that he saw where necessary the day he reached adulthood.
He lived out in the wilderness only a few years after losing his parents to a group of bandits. Feeling that the law was too slow to move on its own feet, he took it upon himself to venture into a business where the authority stops and law couldn't help it when he reaches proper age.
After years of honing his skills, he became a vigilante; taking in criminal scum without reward. Soon after realizing that there is a need to profit from his "job", he started to alternate between helping the poor and the rich in order to have his own needs satiated.
(regarding his little proficiency with melee combat, samurais are capable archers too. I'll change his skills if you want.)