Tall for an Imperial, which means maybe of average height among Nords. Short reddish-brown hair, dark eyes; she picked up the tradition of wearing war paint from her time among the Nords of Skyrim, though she still wears less than many Nord warriors would. All obscured by her winged helmet during battle, though.

Name: Yuriah Cariic
Gender: Female
Race: Breton
Age: 22
Skills: Restoration, Enchantment, Alchemy, Destruction
Class Type: Healer
Equipment: A staff that shoots fire balls, it can also make fire runes if a fireball hits a surface, A elven dagger, Mages Robes enchanted to help her heal
Background: Yuriah was born in high rock, to a family of nobles, at a young age she was taught the inner workings of politics and the court, but at young age she also took an interest in magic, so her family hired her a teacher, who taught her magic, she took to it very quickly and became a great mage for her age, and for once things seemed at peace but that didn't last for long.

At 16 years old she was to be married, despite her protests she was going to be married off to a more higher ranking noble family so her own family could move up on the ladder. But instead of getting married she ran away to Skyrim, where she joined the Mages College of Winterhold there she furthered her studies for a long time, then things got desperate during the civil war, The Stormcloaks were drafting mages for the war effort and Yuriah being a skilled healer, was drafted, for the Stormcloaks and there she fights for them and heals the wounded, hoping this war would just end already.

Appearance: Yuriah has shoulder length fiery red hair, and pale skin, her eyes are sky blue and color, and she has a scar on her right arm from a accident with magic.
Personality: Yuriah is a kind and caring person, even if things seem bad she is always ready to help those in need, despite orders she sometimes even heals imperial forces, she can also be really really talkative sometimes going on long winded talks about magic.

Name: Gladron
Gender: Male
Race: Altmer
Age: 36
Skills: Conjuration, Archery, One Handed, Sneak
Equipment: Gladron carries nothing in the way of weapons, prefering instead to conjur one in the time of need. Clothing wise, Gladron can always be seen sporting black leather armor with matching cloack. Under the leather he wears black, gold embroidered cotton. Pouches line his waist and are always filled with various potions and poisons as well as keys he has collected from his various jobs.
Biography: Gladron was born and raised in the Summerset Isles. From a young age he was trained in the ways of magic, choosing to persue conjuration unlike his kin who instead focused on destruction. Early in his childhood, the young Altmer was drafted into the Thalmor ranks and climbed the chain of command to become a Thalmor wizard. He was soon sent across the continent to fight those that would not submit to the Aldmeri Dominion and put them down.

Despite Talos being banned as a figure of worship, Gladron was unable to rid the story of Tiber Septim's ascension to godhood. Though he did not believe the story himself, he saw the hope and joy it gave to those that did and wished to preserve their rights to worship whom or whatever they wished, going so far as to defend the rights of daedric worshippers. Gladron left the Thalmor at the age of thirty to travel north to Skyrim. It was in Skyrim where Gladron found his own path. Agreeing with neither side, Stormcloaks or Imperials, Gladron decided to fight for both as an assassin though he loathes being compared to the likes of the Dark Brotherhood.

Two years into his stay in Skyrim, Gladron was stricken with vampirism. Being hated and shunned took a large toll on his psyche and after three years sought a cure. It took nearly half a year to find someone capable of curing him. His quest brought him to Falion in Morthal who, with a black soul gem, was able to cure Gladron.
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Personality: Gladron before acquiring vampirisim was an open and generally content man but after being cured he turned in on himself. Years of being a vampire gave him a sense of sadism and all around enjoyment of killing. Catch him at the right time and he can be as friendly as he once was but make any sort of threat, insult, joking or otherwise and be prepared for a fight. Despite all this, Gladron really only longs for someone to call his friend as his isolation has made him feel more than lonely.

Name: Brynjar War-Weary

Gender: Male

Race: Nord

Age: 38

Skills: Smithing, Two-Handed, Heavy Armor, One-Handed

Background: Brynjar comes from a long line of blacksmiths and warriors on both sides of his family. His father, Kotgar, met his mother, Runa, in battle while serving in the Imperial Legion, and the two married shortly after. Runa birthed three children, Brynjar, and his two older sisters, Hiltte and Idra. When Brynjar was 8 years old The Great War began, and his mother, father, and sisters went off to fight the Aldmeri Dominion while he stayed in the rear, helping his uncle forge shields, armor, and weapons for the Imperial soldiers. His parents survived the war, but Hiltte was never seen again, presumed dead or captured. The family returned to Skyrim after the signing of the White-Gold Concordat, but the peace was not bound to last. After settling into Markarth, an uprising occurred, and once again Korgar and his family were in battle, but this time led by a Nord by the name of Ulfric Stormcloak. Brynjar, still a young boy, looked up to the man, even forging a sword for the commander. Once the rebellion was quelled, Kotgar and Runa heard word of Hammerfell, who chose to continue resisting the Aldmeri Dominion even after the White-Gold Concordat. Seeking revenge for their daughter, the family migrated to the desert kingdom, along with many other Nords, to fight.

Brynjar, now a young man, got his first taste of battle in the dunes of Alik’r desert, where he discovered his potential as a warrior. The family fought well together, impressing both the Redguards and Nords alike. After five years, the Aldmeri Dominion withdrew from Hammerfell, and Brynjar’s family returned to Skyrim for good. They settled in the city of Windhelm, and here Brynjar mastered his smithing skills under the guidance of his father, while his sister Idra started her own family with a retired soldier. Finally, the family enjoyed peace. Brynjar met a girl, a Nord healer named Faiela, and quickly fell in love with her. When Brynjar was 25, like his father, he signed up to serve in the Imperial Legion, and he left his family to start his career as a warrior, promising to marry Faiela when he returned.

Brynjar served in the Legion for eight years, and while he learned valuable skills as a warrior, even receiving a commanding position, the blacksmith found the experience to be disappointing at best. Instead of plotting to strike back against the Aldmeri Dominion, his time was spent stomping out rebellions across the empire and fighting bandits and mercenaries. His career came to an end in the Morrowind when he sustained severe wounds, including the loss of his left eye, fighting invading Argonians. He returned home to Windhelm to his parents and married Faiela the day he arrived. The two purchased a home in Windhelm and Brynjar continued to work with his father in the forge, and shortly after, Faiela gave birth to a girl, who they named Hiltte. Two years later, Faiela had a boy, and she died giving life to her son. Brynjar was devastated by the loss of his wife, and held on to his children closely in fear of losing them.

Three years later, Brynjar’s mother Runa died and his father retired from the forge, handing it all over to Brynjar. Just as the world around them seemed to settle, the Aldmeri Dominion slowly began creeping into Skyrim, their influence felt even in Windhelm. Their Jarl, Ulfric Stormcloak, killed the High King of Skyrim, Torygg, and rebelled against the Empire. Knowing the cruelty of the Dominion towards Nords, Brynjar immediately pledged his allegiance to Ulfric, believing the only way to secure a safe future for his children would be for Skyrim to completely break free from the Empire, away from the Dominion.

Personality: Looking at his past, it would be expected that Brynjar be a cold, distant man with a hatred for any race other than Nords, but this is quite far from the truth. In his youth, after the death of his sister, Brynjar was an angry soul, which earned him many of the scars he bears today. Now, his anger has dissipated through years of discipline and work, and he is a very level-headed and patient man, traits earned from both his age and experiences as a widowed father. It is quite hard to get a rise out of Brynjar, as he usually brushes off insults with a chuckle and light jab back at the offender. A threat to his family, though, will quickly infuriate him. If a situation should come to blows, Brynjar will never back down, a quality obtained from his parents. Brynjar enjoys his work as a blacksmith much more than being a warrior, preferring to create rather than destroy, but he understands that sometimes, blood must be spilled. When in battle, Brynjar does not fight with reckless abandonlike other Nords seeking to reach Sovengarde, but takes on a more cautious, calculated approach of a seasoned veteran who will do anything to survive. The thought of death alone does not frighten Brynjar, but knowing that in the event of his demise his children would be without parents, and possibly be subjected to the harsh rule of the Aldmeri Dominion frightens him to no end.

Brynjar, while not an extraordinarily social man, can maintain a conversation effortlessly, his warm, soft-spoken nature being quite agreeable, though he likely won’t be the one initiating the chat. He enjoys listening to others more than anything, as he has grown lonely without the presence of his beloved wife, Faiela. Brynjar’s father encourages him to find another wife as he has done, but Brynjar cannot bring himself to abandon Faiela, the love of his life and mother of his children, even after all the years.

Unlike some Nords, Brynjar holds no prejudice against those not of his race and judged individuals based on their interactions with him rather than their reputation. He understands that not all Altmer enjoy torturing innocents, and not all Nords are necessarily his allies. His bloodlust for elves is gone now, and he is weary of war after participating in so many. However, he fights along the Stormcloaks, knowing that Ulfric’s ideals might be the only chance for his children to live a life free from oppression like that which he saw while serving in the Legion.

Equipment: Brynjar wears a set of steel plate armor he crafted himself, with thick black leather clothes beneath. The armor takes on a more Nordic appearance than others, the angles more defined, and several animals are embossed into the metal chestplate, including a snake wrapping around the neck, a dragon on the back, and an eagle soaring on the chest. It is also relatively lighter than other sets, geared more towards more towards mobility than heavy defense, although it still serves this function well. The left pauldron is significantly larger than its counterpart, comprised of a large steel piece resembling a bear's head without the lower jaw, and the gauntlet’s vambraces are shorter than most. Brown fur lines the inside and out of his collar to prevent uncomfortable rubbing. Brynjar does not wear a helmet, as his vision is already impaired with one eye. Unlike most Nords, Brynjar opted not to don the traditional loincloth as he found it impeded his movement. The steel armor is painted with occasional streaks of blue paint, signifying his loyalty to Ulfric Stormcloak. When travelling in colder climates, Brynjar wears a fur cloak over his armor. The blacksmith carries with him a large claymore he created after swearing allegiance to the Stormcloaks. Brynjar smelted down his old Imperial Legion armor and combined the molten steel with quicksilver so the blade retains its edge. Starting at the hilt and extending almost to the blade's tip, Brynjar has carved his history into the blade, similar to the carvings within Nordic burial chambers. There is little space left on the blade for any more carvings. When not in his hands, the claymore is sheathed on his back in a black leather scabbard. Slung at his hip, Brynjar also bears a steel simple shortsword in case he is disarmed, or he finds himself fighting in confined spaces.

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Brynjar stands at 6’4, his large frame wrapped with thick, corded muscle from a lifetime of physical labor. A thin layer of fat covers most of his body, giving him an overall sleeker appearance rather than looking as if he were carved from stone, though his muscles are still fairly defined. Brynjar’s hands are rough and callused from wielding both hammer and sword. Much of the flesh on his hands is splashed with burn scars from working his forge. The rest of Brynjar’s body is a roadmap of scars as well, the majority of which were earned in battle. Some are more faded than others, but a few still burn red as if they just recently healed. His face is not unscathed either, with a large scar carving itself from his forehead to cheek. Brynjar’s left eye is completely blinded, existing only as a mass of scar tissue. The blacksmith’s hazel hair is sparsely streaked with grey and falls to his shoulders, though he generally ties it in a bun. Brynjar normally allows a generous amount of facial hair to accumulate on his face as well to guard him from the harsh winter winds of Skyrim.

Name: Kalien
Gender: Male
Race: Argonian
Age: 30
Skills: Heavy Armor, One Handed, Alchemy, Restoration
Equipment: Steel plate armor (customized for his argonian features such as tail and snout), Ebony sword, steel sword and an old Talos amulet
Background: Kalien was born during the beginning years of the war against the Aldmeri Dominion and orphaned the same year, two years later he was adopted by the wife of an Imperial legionary. Despite the times of hardship, Kalien's childhood was relatively happy since his new adoptive mother tried to shield him from the horrors of the war; and when the war ended with the White-Gold Concordat the father he had never known returned home, by this time Kalien was five and after a few months of getting to know his father he was taught the arts of swordplay to complement the lessons his mother had already given him (which revolved around alchemical practices and in the school of restoration).

By the time he was twenty, his father disappeared without leaving a trace, this was most likely because his father was an outspoken supporter of continuing the war against the Dominion and of reinstating the open worship of Talos; after this his mother, disappointed that the empire her husband had fought bravely to protect did nothing, fled to Skyrim with him, trying to get as far away from Cyrodiil and the memories of her lost husband, but shortly after that died when crossing the border. The once again orphaned Kalien roamed the land of Skyrim, the ebony sword that had belonged to his father the only link to his past, until he reached Windhelm and was accepted by the Argonian community there, which in time he adopted as his new family. When the Civil War began he joined the Stormcloack's, seeing it as a chance to allow his fathers dream of restored Talos worship to become possible and to try and improve the lot of the Argonian community of Windhelm.
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Personality: Kalien is usually quiet, but tries to be friendly with his comrades in arms and once people get to know him better is quite warm and talkative. As a result of being adopted from a young age, he follows the belief in the Nine Divines with special emphasis on the worship of Talos and Akatosh on account of the preference of his father and mother to both gods respectively. Apart from that, he holds his father and mother in high regard for all that they gave him and holds any items he has left of them very close to his being.

His motive for joining the Stormcloack rebellion is to follow in his fathers desire for the restoration of Talos worship and to try to improve the lot of the Argonian community in Windhelm by showing to the nords the value of the Argonian people.

Name: Rosenna Carius
Gender: Female
Race: Imperial
Age: 31
Skills: One-handed, Block, Heavy Armor, Alteration
Equipment: Steel Plate Armor, Steel Sword, Amulet of Stendarr, several resist magic potions

Background: Born and raised in a long line of Imperial officers, Rosenna knew from a young age where her place in life was. It was this focus which led her to become such a formidable warrior in only thirty years of life, little more than a blink of the eye in the lives of some races. While other girls learned how to tend the household or the farm, Rosenna practiced the art of war with her father and brothers, day in and day out. Her parents made it clear that she was under no obligation to enlist with the Legion if she felt a different calling in life, but for Rosenna, service in the Legion was a foregone conclusion. She had been born at the close of the Great War, and had been raised under its lingering shadow; she knew that the elves would return to Cyrodiil one day.

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Tall for an Imperial, which means maybe of average height among Nords. Short reddish-brown hair, dark eyes; she picked up the tradition of wearing war paint from her time among the Nords of Skyrim, though she still wears less than many Nord warriors would. All obscured by her winged helmet during battle, though.

Personality: Rosenna's loyalty to the Empire is undying, and she does not tolerate those who would act against it. She's not fond of those who would speak ill of it, either, though she will tolerate their presence if necessary. She respects strength, believes in the rule of law, disdains those whose goals are selfish, and identifies with those who live to serve a higher cause of some sort. Despite her hatred of the Dominion, Rosenna harbors no ill will towards the people who live under its rule, understanding that not all members of those races believe in the Dominion's cause.

Name: Alareine Arysden
Gender: Female
Race: Bosmer
Age: 34
Class Type: Ranger
Skills: Archery, One Handed, Light Armor, Alchemy

Equipment: Alareine carries twin Elven daggers and a handcrafted bow, with arrows created with just about any material Alareine can get her hands on. She wears sleeveless leather armor, steel greaves, and leather leggings and boots, with the Legion's insignia painted on her chest, shoulders, and boots. Alareine has tied on a cloth hood for simple protection from nature. Finally, she often carries a number of vials in which she puts and potions or poisons she has created.

Biography: The majority of Alareine’s early life in Valenwood was spent in fear and hiding. Her family, wary of the Dominion’s rule and proclaimed belief in “mer over men,” lived far from the cities, moving from place to place within the jungles of Valenwood. This nomadic lifestyle forced Alareine to learn basic wilderness survival skills; by her teenage years she was an incredibly talented hunter. She had mastered the bow and the art of moving quickly and silently.

However, that life could not last. Her family could only remain in hiding for so long; they were ultimately found by Thalmor Justicars when Alareine was 17. Alareine’s parents were arrested on the charge of being Imperial spies, although there was no evidence to support the claim. Alareine was forced to watch as her parents were executed on the spot. She was taken to the Summerset Isles and put into service of the Thalmor. For the next five years, she found herself working in the Imperial City as a servant to the Thalmor ambassador to the Empire.

Her escape was completely spur of the moment. Having worked her way into a trustworthy light with her Thalmor overlords, she had been given a moment alone within the Thalmor embassy. She snuck her way out of the embassy, being forced to kill two Thalmor soldiers on her way out, stealing their weapons. They were her first two kills, and haunted her for months following her escape. She fled to Hammerfell with the help of an underground railroad of sorts in Cyrodiil, seeking shelter from the Thalmor.

She spent two years in Hammerfell before she moved to Skyrim. Comforted by the relatively lesser Thalmor presence but motivated to do something greater with her life, Alareine joined the Imperial Legion in its struggle against the rebellion. She found herself inspired by the Imperials’ nationalism and rallying sense of unity. In between fighting the Stormcloaks, Alareine does what she can to quietly sabotage the growing Thalmor influence in Skyrim in any way she can. Although she often gets away with her actions, she has been caught in a number of instances by her superiors. No serious action has been taken against her, but Alareine has faced minor reprimands for her dirty work.

Personality: Alareine is incredibly compassionate. She is constantly looking for some kind of companionship to fill the void left by the loss of her family. Most of her life has been spent in some form of isolation; as such, Alareine lacks noticeably in social skills and conventions. However, while Alareine is awkward and uncomfortable socially, she shows a great affection and empathy with those close to her. Due to her social inability, Alareine is a firm believer that actions speak louder than words.

However, behind all her compassion is her hatred of the Thalmor. Fighting the Thalmor will almost always take precedence for Alareine, as nothing else motivates her more than avenging her family. Often, her hatred of the Thalmor blinds her rational thinking and causes her to be reckless and overly aggressive, and it typically gets in the way of her job in the Legion.

Name: Arnand

Gender: Male

Race: Breton

Age: 25

Skills: Arnand is skilled with both sword, spear and shield. He is also used to wearing his heavy armor.

Equipment: Sword, spear, shield, chainmail haubergon, chain hood, open helmet with noseguard, clothes.

Background: As one of the middle children of a noble family, Arnand never had a shot at inheriting his parents fortune and had to carve a living for himself. The mercenary life came easy to him, mainly because of the sparring lessons he'd recieved as a young man in his parents hold. He's been cutting his way through Tamriel his entire life, living off of other peoples conflicts and wars. He was even the head of a crew of thieves and bandits for a while, until he got bored with it and moved on. The current conflict in Skyrim is just his cup of tea, and so he's come to offer his services to the Legion (since he dislikes the Nords and always go for the winning side).

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Personality: Easy-going but arrogant. Arnand doesn't take anything but his own life seriously and can be quite irritating at times, although you'd have to search far and wide for a better drinking partner. His goal in life is to get rich and famous, and he lives for the glory of the battlefield and reveling in wine and goos food.

Name: Ukaraz Pehrcalees

Gender: Male

Race: Argonian

Age: 21

Skills: Destruction, Restoration, Alteration, Conjuration

General Equipment: Mage robes with the Magicka Regenerates 75% faster, 10 potions of Health (restore 75 points of health).

Background: Ukaraz was born in a southern area of Black Marsh where he was raised by his family as a warrior, however, when he was 7, his family died in while out in the woods by an unknown cause, leaving Ukaraz alone to fend off for himself in Black Marsh. All that was over when a mage took a trip to the outskirts of Black Marsh to study the unforgiving land, one day during his trip, he found Ukaraz all alone near the coast. The mage approached him and gave him some food as he saw that the little Argonian looked rather weakened. The mage took him to his camp and gave him a home so he could get better.

After Ukaraz was well, he woke up, cofused as to where he was, when he saw the mage he became afraid, but the mage quickly assured him that he wasn't his enemy and that he was a friend. When Ukaraz got up, the mage began asking him questions about his life, about Black Marsh, about pretty much everything. When the mage's trip was over, he was about to leave until Ukaraz showed up and asked him to take him back to the mage's home as he had no family. The mage agreed and took him to Skyrim, where he enrolled Ukaraz in the College of Winterhold so he may master the arcane arts. After he graduated, Ukaraz went to Cyrodiil to join the Mage's Guild there. He is now returning to Skyrim as he was asked to help the Legion by a member of the Mages Guild in Cyrodiil.

Personality: Ukaraz is very reserved and doesn't like to spend time around other people. He is very serious about his duties in the Mage's Guild. Since he was saved from certain death in Black Marsh by that mysterious mage, he is very keen on helping people and will not hesitate to provide food or shelter for those in need of it, He is also very devoted to the arcane arts and considers himself a master wizard, which leads to him being very arrogant and unpleasant to be around but deep down, he is a good person.