[hider= Vorenus] [b]Name:[/b] Vorenus Trilorn
[b]Age:[/b] 25
[b]Gender:[/b] Male

[b]Race: [/b] Imperial
[b]Appearance:[/b] [img]http://th02.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/i/2014/183/9/d/sleepy_packmule_by_lisaarevalo-d7p0h54.png[/img]
[b]Job:[/b] Imperial Legate

[b]Skills:[/b] Vorenus is an unskilled soldier and has no lust for battle and would avoid it if he could. He is decent with a sword and shield, but he prefers the use of a bow as it provides more distance. He has an interest in magic, especially the restoration school and considers it his finest ability.

[b]Personality:[/b] Vorenus is polite and courteous and would make a better politician than a soldier. He values caution above all else, and dislikes risks which makes others view him as a coward. As a legate he plans every detail accordingly and is very patient to get correct results. He is untested as battle commander, and knows he only got his title because his father is a general within the Imperial Legion. This makes his authority questionable, and many men his elder openly question his orders. Vorenus' main problem is that he is soft. His gentle heart makes war more complex than it needs to be. Vorenus does have extended knowledge of law, noble families and his history and also has some amount of cunning with tactics despite popular belief.

[b]History:[/b] As a child Vorenus was diligent and studied hard. The other kids would always mock him as he always preferred to have his head in a book. He disliked holding swords and shields, but his father had him groomed for command at an early age, and any complaint he had about his training was quickly beat out of him during combat. No matter how hard his swords-master hit him however, the smell of a book was always more appealing than the smell of blood.

Being the son of a general carries weight however, and Vorenus was rarely actually punished for his lack of discipline and climbed the ranks with each passing winter. It made soldiers envious of him and they openly challenge his authority and were quick to criticize him. 

When the darkness began to swallow the Imperial City Vorenus was the only legate present. He quickly gathered his soldiers and made evacuation the priority. The White Tower, however, was not to be secured and rather than lose any more soldiers Vorenus abandoned the empire to his doom and went north with his men to Bruma. 

[b]Starting Point:[/b] Bruma [/hider]

[hider= Wont-Back-Down] [b]Name:[/b] Won't-Back-Down
[b]Age:[/b] 37
[b]Gender:[/b] Male

[b]Race:[/b] Argonian
[b]Appearance:[/b] [img]http://th05.deviantart.net/fs71/PRE/f/2014/189/6/f/oiled_argonian_by_robogineer-d7ptxfi.png [/img]
[b]Job: [/b]Imperial Legate

[b]Skills:[/b] Won't-Back-Down is a born soldier. Fighting comes natural to him, and he favours the use of large weapons such as war hammers and battle axes. He has a strong constitution that allows him to wear heavy armour for long periods of time. He is poor with a bow, and finds it equally difficult at being discreet. He does not have any patience for magic, but respects and fears its power.

[b]Personality:[/b] Won't-Back-Down is stubborn to a fault. He will fight to the bitter end and beyond. He has a high opinion of himself and shows great pride in his rank within the Legion. He has little patience for racism, having faced it for most of his life and is not afraid to call bigots out. From his soldiers he expects no less than one hundred percent. Laziness and failure is punished, while success and strength is respected. Despite being viewed as a hardass, he is quick to smile and joke with people below his rank.
[b]History:[/b] Won't-Back-Down has the pride of being spat upon by Ulfric Stormcloak himself. He was an unblooded boy when the rebel Jarl raised his flags in rebellion against the Empire, and Won't-Back-Down was the only Argonian who despised the blatant racism on his people enough to finally take up arms against the Nords.

The rebellion was squashed with the Argonian seeing much of combat and war. Bards wrote tragedies of war and death, but for Won't-Back-Down it was an exhilarating rush. There was a fire in his heart that craved violence, and with it came a desire to ride his horse into a sea of men and crash down upon them to bash some heads in. The Argonian became famous for his love of combat and his stubborn nature, and was dubbed 'Won't-Back-Down', he took the name with pride.

Years passed, and the Argonian climbed the ranks within the legion. He worked twice as hard as any Imperial or Nord to obtain the rank of Legate. When the Thalmor attacked Leyawiin, Won't-Back-Down took his first ever defeat on the battlefield and retreated to Bravil. He has yet to forgive himself for his failure. The time and resources he wasted trying to repel the attack was disastrous.

Starting Point: Bravil [/hider]