Name: Gilraen Calmcacil
Race: Dunmer (Dark Elf)
Birthsign: The Apprentice
Skills: Destruction - Able to cast minor spells such as small bolts of electricity, barrages of ice pellets (Hail, basically.) and small fireballs.
Restoration - Very minor healing, able to heal minor flesh wounds and burns, but not much else.
Blunt Weapons - Has practice with both Maces and Staves, and if an opening is found, he can be fearsome with either.
Unarmored - Always wears a robe for any quest or adventure.
-End of Skills-
Weapons: Wooden Staff, Iron Club.
Armor: Common Robe, Pants, and Shoes(Black) Undies(White)
Personality: Not as grim as most of his race, although that doesn't mean he has anymore trust for other races. He can come off as cruel when speaking to Imperials, Nords, and Orcs mostly. They are the ones that annoy him the most, possibly due to troubles in the past. He is quick to judge and make his verdict on a person, and isn't usually afraid to speak his mind. Although he knows when to watch his tongue, and when cooperation is necessary. When he has a job, he works hard at it to improve his skills, that, or he is just taking out stress on anything possible. He enjoys a drink every once in awhile, and, although he would never admit it, he is a light drinker. His excuse is, and always will be; "I am disgusted by these... Creatures. I take my leave."
History: Never speaking of his origins to people due to not trusting them, the most known thing about Gilraen is that he is a traveler, a magician, and kind of an asshole. He stopped in Ald Velothi for a short while, gathering what supplies he could muster and doing any small task he could for some quick gold. He has hunted a few criminals from time to time, and loved it when they fought back. He never passed on a chance to practice his destruction magic, or to kill other races. Of course, he has never committed any cold murder towards an innocent, for his own sake. He is a man with quite a few tales to tell, if you could get him to trust you...
At the moment, the Dunmer is currently searching for more work, violent or not. His travels take him to many a place, and where he'll end up next, nobody knows. He has no apparent connections with people, aside from a few Dunmer across the land, and a barkeep or four.