Name: Count Astros
Race: Dark Elf
Class: Hero Warrior (secretly an Assassin)
Gender: Male
Looks: Long, dreadlocked black hair, 6'8, muscular but agile build. Very short beard and vampiric moustache (not quite like profile picture). One eye is red, the other is white. His crystal eye allows him to see perfectly in the dark and through magical barriers.
Personality: Disguised in the public eye as a figure of great political importance (a thane of every city in Skyrim) and community value (has helped more people than neccessary to achieve thane of Skyrim), but is the undercover ruler of the underworld. Is a very high ranking member of the Thieves Guild, Dark Brotherhood, is a werewolf of 'The Circle' and Cannibal cult member. As a grandmaster of speech, Count Astros is naturaly persuasive and nice to talk to, but he will have stolen all your lifes valuables by the end of the conversation.
Misc: 972 years of age, one of the Volkihar Master vampires (but this is an extremely closely-guarded secret). Has a fortune of nearly 200K built from discreet relationshions with certain traders. Grandmaster of the bow, has 'Spacebow of the Dovahkiin' enchanted with the soul of Emperor Titus Meade II to absorb souls on impact. He's converted Hjerim, his house in Winterhold, into a private museum that displays all of his adventures most prized artefacts. Likes money and black soul gems, hates anything that gets in the way of what he likes. Runs a medium-sized fort in the wilderness where he unites all the outcasts of Imperial civilisation (I have a story about Fort Astros that I add to before an English essay to get my writing going)
EPILOGUE:
I BEGAN LIFE AS A DUNMER IN THE HOMELAND OF MORROWIND.
EVEN THEN, I WAS NO ORDINARY CITIZEN, AND SOON FOUND AN INTEREST IN SOUL CAPTURE. MAINLY WITH WHITE SOULS BACK THEN.
BUT I WAS ALWAYS A THIEF, AND STOLE THE WORTH OF A MOUNTAIN IN GOLD. THE RED MOUNTAIN. WHERE I WAS DESTINED TO DEFEAT DAGOTH UR.
IN TRAINING, I SWIFTLY ADVANCED TO ARCH MAGE OF MORROWIND. I KNEW ALL THE OLD MAGICKS, LIKE LEVITATE AND LOCK DOOR.
BUT I HAD SPENT TOO LONG TRAINING AND RAIDNING MINES IN MY SPARE TIME. THE IMPERIAL ORDER OF TAMRIEL WAS SURE TO FIND MY THIEVERY AND PILLAGING DISTURBING. ALONG WITH THE OCCASIONAL BLACK SOUL TRAP. IT WAS ONLY A MATTER OF TIME.
I WENT BACK TO MY HOUSE TO GATHER MY MOST PRECIOUS BELLONGINGS AS SOON AS I HEARD ABOUT AN IMPERIAL INQUISITION INTO THE DEATH OF MORROWINDS DUKE VEDAM DREN IN EBONHEART. I WAS THE ONE WHO WOUND UP ASSASSINATING HIM, SO I’D HAVE TO LAY LOW. FIND A NATIVE CAMP IN THE WILDERNESS AND BEFRIEND THEM.
IT WAS HARD TO GO INTO HIDING WHEN SO MANY PEOPLE RELY ON MY POTIONS. I AM RENOWNED FOR THE MOST POTENT POTIONS IN ALL OF MORROWIND. AND BEING ONE OF THE FEW MULTI-MILLIONAIRES AS A RESULT.
THE CAMPS MIGHT NOT KNOW.
THEY DIDN’T HAVE A CLUE. I FOUND A CLAN WHO CALL THEMSELVES THE AHEMMUSA, THEY HAVE A RICH TRADER SO I CAN CONTINUE WITH ALCHEMY TRADE.
TO BEFRIEND THEM I MADE PEACE WITH THE ZAINABI TO THE SOUTH. STOPPING A TRIBAL CIVIL WAR WAS QUITE PLEASING TO THEM.
BUT THEN I TOOK OVER ALD DEADROTH FOR THEM, AS THEIR NEW FORTRESS, AND THEY PRONOUNCED ME THEIR NEREVAR.
I COULDN’T LAY LOW HERE NOW EITHER. NEREVAR WAS A REINCARNATION OF THEIR LORD OF UNITY. I WAS TO UNITE ALL THE DUNMER OF MORROWIND AGAINST THE INVADING IMPERIALS?
I CAN THINK OF A RACE WHO WON’T LIKE THAT NEWS.
I KNEW I WASN’T YET AT FULL POWER. I WOULDN’T BE ABLE TO SURVIVE A CIVIL WAR ALL OVER MORROWIND, HARDLY ANYONE WOULD.
SO I FLED FROM MORROWIND ENTIRELY.
COWARDLY YES, BUT THE SMARTEST THING TO DO.
I COULDN’T LEAVE VVARDENFELL TO THE SOUTH, THAT WAS JUST MORE MORROWIND – EVEN IF I SURVIVED THE SWIM ACROSS THE SEA.
THE SHORTEST SWIM (FROM MY HOME IN QUAINT CALDERA) WOULD BE FROM HLA OAD TO THE LEFT ARM OF MORROWIND, AND THEN FIND AN INCONSPICUOUS HIDING PLACE IN NORTH-EAST CYRODIIL.
MAYBE NORTH OF A PLACE I’VE HEARD OF CALLED ‘CHEYDINHAL’. THEY’LL NEVER EXPECT ME TO HIDE IN THE IMPERIAL PROVINCE.
I’VE BEEN HERE FOR A YEAR NOW. THE ANGER HAS NOT DIED DOWN. THE WAR I STARTED IN MORROWIND HAS ONLY CONVINCED THE NATIVE NORDS OF SKYRIM TO START THEIR OWN WAR, ALSO AGAINST THE IMPERIALS. NOW THEY WANT ME DEAD EVEN MORE.
I’VE HAD SOME PRECARIOUS DAYS WHEN A BAND OF IMPERIAL SOLDIERS FOUND ME AND DREW THEIR SWORDS ON SIGHT. THEY DRIVE A HARD BARGAIN, BUT I MANAGE TO PAY THEM OFF. 5,000G EACH, TO TEN MEN IS HARD TO SWALLOW. THIS HAPPENED FIVE TIMES. I SWEAR IF I WAS AT FULL POWER, I WOULD JUST LAW WASTE TO THEM.
I CANT LET ALL MY MONEY GO TO WASTE, PROLONGING THIS MEAGRE CAVE DWELLING. I’M GETTING OUT OF HERE.
MAYBE I CAN JOIN THE STORMCLOAK REBELLION IN SKYRIM.
I’VE BEEN CAPTURED AT LAST. NO MORE RUNNING. IF I COULD, I’D TRY TO REBUILD MY HONOR BY JOINING THE IMPERIALS. I NEVER MEANT TO BE THE NEREVARINE HERO OR GO INTO HIDING.
BUT ALAS, I HAVE NO CHANCE OF REDEMPTION. MY NECKS NEXT FOR THE BLOCK…