Name: Sal-Dus Eliki
Race: Tsaesci (Think tall, slender, long-tailed, fanged saxhleel with chameleon skin.)
Class: Agent/Paladin
Gender: Male
Age: About 25
Title: Exiled Prince Sal-Dus of Snake Palace, Sole Surviving Member of Clan Eliki
Personality: Sal-Dus is quite depressing, almost never speaking if he is with the right company. If he has to act cheerful then he will put on the best damn act you have ever seen. He trusts no one, and does not believe there is any meaning behind the words love or friend. He believes that the ends justify the means, and would gladly destroy all of Tamriel if it would earn him some coin. Sal-Dus tends to be cold and distant, though, as mentioned above, is a wonderful actor.
Appearance: Sal-Dus is rather tall, lean, somewhat muscly. He usually has deep blue or white scales, though he can change their color at will. He has no horns or feathers atop his head, as some other lizard-men do, instead having simply scales; he also has no frills or other such flashy decor in place of ears. His fingernails have been allowed to grow long, and he has made them a weapon in their own rights. His eyes are always a very deep blue. He has two long fangs, like a vampire, jutting out of his upper jaw. Very tall, about 6" 5', and long-legged. He has a large scar running across his cheek, as red as if it had happened just yesterday. His most distinguishing feature, however, would be a forever-bandaged stump in place of a tail, usually covered by the Tsaesci's clothing.
Inventory: Three sets of clothing fashioned in his homeland of Akavir: A long purple and gold robe with pointed black boots and striped purple pants, a green short-sleeve shirt covered by a brown vest with long tan pants and brown sandals, and a long white robe with brown trimmings and another pair of brown sandals. He also carries around a pair of simple blue tavern clothes, as well as some thin black garments enchanted so as to change color to match its wearer. As for armor, Sal-Dus wears traditional political Akaviri armor, similar to that of the Blades, though quite a bit more flamboyant and bright. As for weapons, Sal-Dus carries around a long Tsaesci katana with a powerful lunar enchantment and a small, ridged dagger fashioned from ice enchanted so as to never melt. He also usually carries around a bow of some sort, though the bow in specific is not a constant. For this adventure, he'd probably take his silver-and-pine bow, no enchantment, and a variety of arrows. He also holds an oaken scepter with a small sphere of crystal sitting on top of it, though it no longer contains any power, and a circular golden badge with the image of a pair of fangs chiseled into it. Sal-Dus usually also carries a variety of rations, potions, poisons, reading materials, scrolls, and other such miscellaneous items.
Combat Preferences: Whatever works.
What People Know of His Bio: Sal-Dus Eliki is some kind of exiled person from Akavir. He is believed to have held high standings, though no one knows. Since arriving in Tamriel years ago, he has become a bit of a celebrity; his skill is legendary, though little is known of how he obtained it, or any of his history, for that matter. He works as a sell-sword, and is damned good at it. At one point Sal-Dus was hired to lead an entire private army. Now, he does jobs he deems interesting enough in the frozen waste known as Skyrim.
Actual Bio: Sal-Dus Eliki was born to the infamous Eliki clan 27 years ago in the great capital of Snake Palace, and now all of Akavir. He was born on the day of the murder of Tosh Raka himself to one of the daughters of the emperor and a duke, making him quite the celebrity. For the first 8 years of his life, Sal-Dus lived peacefully, practicing combat and politics, the art of speech and the art of war. He almost never saw his parents, though his many, many servants tended to his every whim, serving him in any way imaginable. Then, disaster struck. The people of Akavir were tired of their oppression at the hands of the Tsaesci empire, and eventually overthrew their tyrannical despot, casting the continent into a state of turmoil for years to come. In the resulting chaos, groups set out to utterly annihilate any of the royal blood. This included Sal-Dus. For another 7 years this group tracked Sal-Dus and his family, never closing in on them. Then, one fateful day, they discovered an old Ka Po' Tun fortress that the family had holed up in for a few months, trying to escape the heat. Members of this faction swarmed into the great fortress, slaughtering servants and assassinating Sal-Dus' parents. They did, however, take pity on the child, now 15. Instead of killing Sal-Dus, the insurgents exiled him to the continent of Tamriel. The prince was marked as an enemy of the new government by the removal of his tail before being sent off on a boat piloted by some of the few remaining servants of clan Eliki. After many weeks of travel, Sal-Dus arrived at a small port town in southern Argonia. At this point, Sal-Dus disappeared from the history books for another 5 years, leaving his old life behind and exploring this new world. At the end of the 5th year, Sal-Dus decided to try and make a living as a sell-sword; he was damn good at it. For 2 years, Sal-Dus worked as a simple mercenary. His fame quickly spread, and soon people were begging to have the Tsaesci tag along. For another couple of years Sal-Dus worked increasingly better jobs, at one point leading an entire private army. Then, he disappeared once more, happy with the fortune he had amassed. During this time Sal-Dus worked to further his agenda across Tamriel, gaining influence among even the Elder Council. Then, without warning, Sal-Dus returned to his job as a mercenary, working for those willing to pay for his services in the northern wastes of Skyrim. This is what has happened up until today, when he decides to join this expedition to Solstheim.
Skills: Speech, acrobatics, athletics, acting, stealth, marksmanship, swordsmanship, intelligence, and alteration magic.
Weaknesses: Inability to forge relationships, susceptibility to various diseases most residents of Tamriel have a resistance to, lack of control over magic, and physical weakness.