And a copypasted bunch of CSs, too~

Name: Aria Koizumi
Aliases: 'Aria Draconis' (Alter-surname), 'Red Rabbit'
Race: Half-Akaviri, Half-Breton
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Appearance:



Faction: Imperial Resistance (Formerly), Odd Jobs
Weapons:
:: Black-steel, gold-trimmed/runed Katana, named "Akarashi", translating roughly to "Red Storm"
:: Orcish Dagger, sheathed on her boot
:: Aria won't hesitate to throw some dirty tricks into her fights, or use her fists
Magics:
:: Thu'um: Fire Breath
:: Adept-level Destruction (Flame-focused)
:: Is Novice-level in every other magic school
Equipment/Items:
:: Saya (sheath) for her katana. In desperate situations it can be used as a blunt offhand weapon.
:: A handy rope, because "Ya' never know when you might need it!"
:: A warm scarf, not much else to be said there
:: A triple-gem necklace which apparently has a lot of personal value to Aria
Backstory/Personality: After the Great War there were still factions who continued to fight against the Thalmor, to keep their lands free from the greedy mitts of the Dominion. A small community of rare Akaviri people were one of few groups of open resistance fighters just outside of Western Cyrodiil. Along with the Imperial and Redguard Resistance movements, they waged a guerrilla war on any Aldmeri Dominion supply convoys or troops that passed through their lands. Needless to say, this considerably pissed off the Thalmor... Their response was a mass murder. While the resistance forces were baited away to deal with a small Aldmeri army, Thalmor agents rode into settlements known to house the rebel soldiers and killed everybody. Men, women and children were slaughtered, regardless of their involvement with the resistance. The settlements were torched. The soldiers were then killed in an ambush on their way home. There were no survivors of the 'purge'... Save for one.

Koizumi Aria. Born to a pureblood Akaviri mother and a Breton father she never knew, the little wannabe-Blade was liked by many of her teachers and elders for her fiery spirit. The kid enjoyed to play fight with all her friends, pretending they were soldiers, but she would have no idea what true cost war had until the Thalmor came... Cradled in her dying mother's arms until the Thalmor left, Aria was the sole survivor of the Akaviri massacre. She was left there, alone, in the burned down sanctuary in which she grew up. The people she knew and loved were all dead. The poor child sat and cried for hours on end, unable to do anything, without knowing where to go or what to do. Her life had come to a complete standstill, and if somebody didn't happen along and find her, she probably would have died waiting in the graveyard village. As fortune would have it, an Akaviri man who hadn't been present at the time of the massacre came to check out the smoking ruin. He found little Aria crying amongst the corpses and convinced her to leave with him, to go somewhere safe.

Since that day, Aria was in constant training as a member of the Imperial Resistance. It so turned out that the man who'd found her was a Blademaster, who knew and practiced the Akaviri sword styles with great proficiency. By the age of twelve, Aria was skilled enough to mock-kill all of her fellow initiates with a wooden sword. By the age of sixteen, she and her friends were true Resistance members. Again, war was waged on the Aldmeri Dominion and Thalmor troops in attempt to push them out of Cyrodiil and Daggerfall. With no family ties or bonds outside of the resistance, there was very little space for the Aldmeri to fight back against their highly effective enemy. The only option was to commit a full military campaign against the rebels, to find their hideout and to destroy them completely. This escalated conflict quickly stole many of Aria's comrades from her, leaving only a handful of young war heroes. Due to her size and nearly innocent appearance at the time, the Thalmor and the Resistance took to calling her 'Rabbit'. This soon became paired with 'Red' or 'Bloody'. Nobody could understand how the youth was so talented in battle, and it scared the hell out of friend and foe. Aria was such an infamous killer because she had nothing else left...

Times changed, the war couldn't go anywhere. The Resistance wouldn't be destroyed, and the Thalmor definitely wouldn't back down. By the time she was eighteen, Aria had already lost too many beloved comrades to skirmishes with the enemy. And around the same time, her teacher, the Blademaster, was captured and executed in public. War was tiring on her mind and soul, so she did what she felt she had to - she left to try and start a new life, where perhaps she might not feel haunted by death every waking minute. She changed her surname to her apparent father's and cut most of her ties with the resistance movement. A year passed by, and she decided to start up the Odd Jobs in Whiterun. Doing people a service would make her look so much calmer and at ease with the world. But on the inside, Aria will never change, and she'll never forget the death or the losses. They weigh on her heart, but it doesn't show anymore.

Name: Yuki Shirohana
Aliases: 'Miko'/Priestess
Race: Human - Akaviri Pureblood
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Appearance:



Faction: Odd Jobs!
Weapons: N/A
Magics: Let's just say Yuki is adept-expert in practically every field, and skilled. It's as if magic runs through her very blood...
Equipment/Items: -WIP-
Backstory/Personality: To be RP'd out!

Minor Characters

Owing to the fact Photobucket's being a dick and I'm cooking up new CS images to use, I'm remaking my CS post here because I can't edit the old one for some reason.

Name: Crobalt Nicholas Crystalis
Aliases: Cronic
Race: Imperial(?)
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance:


Faction: The Odd Jobs (Full time)
Weapons:
Seldom seen without a sword or a giant bow that he carries on his back. Said bow he never uses because conventional arrows just don't fit it. He's been trying to figure out what the bow is supposed to shoot, but isn't aware of it's ability at this time.
Magic:
Adept level destruction and restoration magic
Equipment/Items:
A few potions, a pickaxe and a blacksmith's hammer.

Backstory/Personality: Raised in an orphanage since he was a baby, no-one knows who left him at that orphanage or why. The only thing they had was a name for him; Crobalt Nicholas Crystalis, and a massive bow with a spike on the end of the lower limb. No-one ever adopted him, so when he became old enough to fend for himself, he went off exploring the world, learning the way of the sword, the bow, and the Blacksmith. His travels had taken him to Whiterun, and at the time, he was a little scrapped for money, and happened to notice the Odd Jobs, so he joined the organization looking to make some coin, all the while furthering his expertise in his weapon proficiencies and the smithing trade.

Typically calm and level headed, Cronic usually only ever talks if spoken to first. Mainly on account of being lost in his own thoughts. Due to having no idea who his parents even are, or even if he has any family, he has no clue who he really is, or what purpose he'll serve in life. His nomadic lifestyle is the only thing keeping him from dwelling on it too much.

And past this point, other chars.