Name: Raylen Varren
Gender: Male
Race: Breton
Class: Battlemage
Age: 54 (except due to him being a Breton and his skill in magic he only looks about 29-32)
looks: Raylen is 6'0 and of a slim but muscular build, weighing about 180lbs. he looks pretty much like this, except his beard is a big longer in this rp.
Personality: Those who know Raylen think of him as quiet and serious most of the time, but also very driven and honor bound. He holds fast to his morales but is not above breaking the law to accomplished his goals. Since Raylen has lost many he cares about he is very protective and loyal to those he calls his friends and would sacrifice himself for their well begin without a moments hesitation.
Gear: Raylen wears light ebony armor (a cuirass with chain mail, fewer armor plates) combined with various pieces of leather. He has wandered about Tamriel for so many years his armor has begun to reflect that. As for weapons Raylen uses a finely crafted ebony Katana, with no ranged weapons but his magic.
Combat style: Raylen fights will skill and grace, very practiced from many years of battle. He is very aware of his surrounding, a skill he picked up from staying alive in many chaotic battles, some of which he was surrounded by enemies on all sides. He uses magic primarily for defense, putting up wards and magical shields and such, but he also uses various simple attack spells (firebolts ect.)
Bio: Born into a career military family, Ralyen joined the Legion when he was 18, under pressure from his father, who was a general in the Legion. His mother was also part of the military, a combat healer, and she approved of his position as well. He rose quickly through the ranks due to his exemplary skill and leadership abilities. By the time the great war cam about Raylen was 23, and already a Legate of the 2nd Legion's imperial battlemages. During the war he fought valiantly to defend his homeland, and was given several medals for his bravery in battle. But when the war took a turn for the worse, when the imperial city was captured by the Thalmor, disaster struck Raylen's family. He had fought in the battle, but had been part of the force to escape with Titus Mede II. His family (father, mother, younger sister and brother) were not so lucky. Raylen didn't find out until after the battle to reclaim the white gold tower that his family was one of many military families that had been massacred by the Dominion during their occupation of the capital. That combined with all of the friends he lost in the Battle of the Red ring, plus others, almost made him lose his mind with grief. His world had been torn apart by the dominion, and the only thing he could do to keep himself going was dedicate his life to the destruction of the people who wronged him and all humanity. Unfortunalty he couldn't do that while in the employment of the Empire, but The Emperor himself, who was a friend to his fathers and to whom he had grown close to over the war, had an idea. He could be an unofficial agent of the empire, working to counteract the Thalmor's duties in Cyrodil and other provinces. Raylen readily agreed to this, as it gave him a purpose to drive himself forward. He would act outside of Imperial reach, with the desecrate aid of the Penitus Oculatus.
The rest of his bio is detailed in my fafic (a war of shadows). Its not finished but that up there is the gist of it, and I will reference certain events in his past as they come along.
I'll make my first post when I get back from dinner and read everything