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Name: K'Joor

Nickname: Darkling

Age: 19 Human Years (92 Cat years)

Gender: Male

Race: Khajiit

Appearance: K'Joor has a dark shade of fur, one resembling coal, with hints of white and grey placed in random spots around his face and body. He has quite a tall stance, although short in height. His eyes a neutral yellow color, the pupil slotted upwards thinly. It has spikes of black looking toward the pupil. His hair consists of his ears, poking up high and held there by two feathers and rings, showing a somewhat ridiculous but interesting look.

A skinny appearance shows him not one to fight, although, beneath his clothing and armor, his body isn't chiseled, but yet is still quite stout. His arms are rather bulky for his figure and yet they still manage to keep his body in proportion. 

Personality: He is quite a cautious cat, not one to jump on an opportunity that seems much too good to be true. He seems to be suspicious of everyone, but still trusts their judgement. He never is usually at the front of the group, tending to sneak around behind them, or hide in their cover, be it magic or sword. He has always had a hatred for Skooma, and those who drink it, But he will put personality first if need be.

History: K'Joor, a premature, small Kitty, was named after his great-grandfather, K'Joor the Sovereign. No-one really knew what he was the Sovereign of, But none the less. K'Joor was always a thief, from the day he turned 8 he had already stolen cupcakes, fruit, and other foods from stalls. He would grow up half his time in the jails, half his time stealing with friends. That was until they got into the skooma trade. They offered him the trade, which he constantly refused. This method caused him to be hushed out of the group, little by little.

K'Joor, Age 18, He was the towns known thief, quite literally outcast by everyone but his family, who suggested they move to a new town, a restart. K'Joor was quick to jump on this opportunity, having his things packed the night they offered to leave. Only hours afterwards were they on carriage to a new land, Cyrodiil. This journey was long and tedious in K'Joor's mind, due to having to sit about and do nothing for near days on end, it had softened him up by the time they made it to the border. But as they made through to the border, K'Joor felt a breath of fresh air, For a while at least.

K'Joor, Age 24, He had been working a job for the local thieves guild. Where he had been working for money for the past few years. He headed home, where he found it to be empty "Sister? Brother? Father? Mother-" he would then be interrupted by his mother, screaming out and running toward the door,  a strange man in crimson armor with a crimson colored weapon, speeding behind her, digging it up into her back, and out her chest, blood spilling out, and projecting half way across the room, K'Joor, stunned but angered, would bolt forward, letting out an angry scream, as he brandished his dagger, and tried to stab the man that killed his mother, The dagger missing, and the man slashing across K'Joor's stomach, only lightly, but enough to leave a scar.

K'Joor, Age 28, He received news that his family were being held hostage at a fort on the outskirts of Skyrim, And requested 100,000 gold for their rescue. K'Joor eager to get his family back, quickly pounced on the opportunity, taking the first carriage to Skyrim, and beginning his unholy quest of stealing, and not returning the favor. He would quickly head into River-wood, finding a job to get back a 'Golden Claw', which had already been taken by another adventurer in the end, but he still made around 400 gold from looting the caskets and other things.

K'Joor, Age 34, Finding a group of adventurers, planning large heists in the dungeons of Skyrim for gold and fortune, he would seek them out, and begin planning their first large heist, a dungeon right on the outskirts of Skyrim. And that's where the real story begins.

Skills: 
He is a basic light weaponry user (Daggers/Short-swords) And has a naturally affinity for sneaking around, and using a bow. He has gotten use to the feeling of light armor, using it primarily, over heavy armors. He has very keen senses, being a Khajiit. And a horrible understanding of Magicka.

Equipment: 
Basic Leather Armor set (Condition: Fine)
x2 Steel Daggers
x5 Basic Healing Potions
x1 Long Bow
x75 Iron Arrows



Birth-sign: The Thief

Miscellaneous: 
This is my first Advanced RP. I hope it's okay. River Marne, Btw, Beautiful place.
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