I've made a character if you're still accepting, hopefully it's okay.
Name: Fendryn Omaren
Gender: Male
Race: Dunmer
Age: 57
Skills: Forging, Speechcraft, Marksman, One Handed.
Equipment: Leather armour, a huge olive cloak with a hood, a long bow and 30 iron arrows, and two steel short swords.
Background: Fendryn was raised in the city of Cheydinhal, were he worked for his father who owned a blacksmithing company. Since an early age he had been learning how to use the forge and how to create all types of weapons and armour. When he turned fifteen his father thought that he was a friendly enough person to become the salesman when his dad was busy and he became good at bartering with the customers. In his spare time he practised with all the weapons that he was creating and stood out in dual wielding two short swords and using the bow. A few years later his dad lost a bet, were he gambled a lot of his money and his shop to another business owner. They had lost everything and would soon lose the house having no way to pay the ever increasing taxes that Cheydinhal were demanding. Fendryns father became depressed and started drinking, a few weeks later was found dead, after he stumbled into one of the ponds and drowned.
Having nothing left, Fendryn sold his house, barely making any money due to the unpaid bills and he decided to leave. He gathered a few bits of equipment first, which he bought with the last of his money, and headed off looking for jobs. He learned how to hunt animals so he could survive in the wilds. Fendryn turned to mercanary work when he became bored of endlessly roaming the wilds.
When he was 40 he signed up for the mercenary company “The Hundred Hounds.” He was accepted for his wide range of skills. He was mainly used as a scout finding weak spots that the contracts had and finding the quickest route through the forests, sometimes when they needed him to fix their armour and weapons. He became the right hand man of the leader, an old imperial called Quintus Jannus. They are being paid by the Imperial Legion.
Appearance: Fendryn stands around 6 foot with un-kept charcoal black hair that comes to his neck and has massive shoulders and very physically fit. The shade of his skin is dark blue. His nose is larger than average dunmers, which is bent from the amount of times he’s broken it. He has little scars all over his body, from his encounters with animals in the Forrest, but none are that noticeable. He is like every Dunmer and has red eyes. He has ten black gems pierced through his left ear in a row, for no other reason than he likes the look of them, they don't do anything. Three green stripes run diagonally across his face where he has used his three middle fingers as paint brushes.
Personality: Fendryn is a very outgoing Dunmer and a complete opposite to most of his race. He usually makes friends quick and loves to drink and sing with the people he is with. He loves to wind up people who he thinks take life too seriously, usually making sarcastic comments towards them. He has a natural ability for battle tactics.