Name: Brogan
Race: Bosmer
Age: 79
Appearance: With really rough and sharp face lines, and a tall forehead. His long white hair are tied behind his back, reaching his waist, a few brands of hair hanging loose in front. While his body shape is tiny, and he is not as tall as Bosmer standard height, he’s got some muscle, most of his strength being in his legs, giving him a tough look.
Five major skills: Acrobatics, One handed weapons, Sneak, Alchemy, Marksman.
Five minor skills: Unarmored, Hand to hand, Lock picking, Enchanting, Block.
Class name: Master of Poison
Brief history: If you’d ask if Brogan is around the inn, you’d probably be told that that guy is Brogan, and maybe even that boy is Brogan, but, if you were to ask about that assassin who works with poison, you’d make the entire inn silent. Most people knew about the works of the assassin and believed that a mention of him would make him, make you silent eventually. And while common-folk felt insecure with this bosmer alive and around, people from higher places usually contacted him with work. “I’ll pay you good coin, if you’ll get rid of him.” He heard this sentence more than a hundred times. Hundreds of times was he in the houses of influential people, sitting in comfortable chairs, listening to these fat and greedy fools describing the person they want to get rid of. And while these offers did bring him quite a bit of coin, they were not difficult. Anyone who was not prepared for Brogan to come, died sleeping in their beds, or after they have eaten their dinner. And in the past few years, this is how it all was in this line of work, and it left Brogan a bit dull on his skills, so he himself wanted something different. And one day, the offer came. And it came not from the influential people, but from the common-folk who feared Master of Poison, as they feared death. Brogan spoke to a khajiit boy in Leyawiin, who was offering him less than a tenth of what people usually offered him, for a job at least twice as difficult, but he accepted it nevertheless. While Brogan prepared for this job, he started to have his doubts. He started to suspect that he was lied to, but he had to go through this all, because he already took the coin. It took him less than a day, to prepare and plan everything out. At night, he unlocked the house where the victim should have been, but as soon as he took a step inside, he heard a sound behind the door and as he tried to open it, it was not budging at all. The fireplace was out, but the hot coal was shining red, illuminating the room a little bit. He was surrounded by armored guards, and he did not have any possible chance to run away, so he had to surrender. He was quickly dropped on his chest and his hands were tied up behind him. As he looked up, he noticed the same khajiit boy, moving towards him, with a huge grin on his face. This way, the Master of Poison, who had never been caught, got captured this simply and got put behind bars.