Name: Maemion

Race: Argonian (Raised by Bosmer)

Age: 25

Appearance: Maemion is short and stands at 5 foot 5. Horns portrude from the sides of his head and curl around to point forward. A few others jut out from his jaw much alike most other argonians. His scales are more yellow tinted than anything else and provide a sort of sand like look to his scales. He is thinner than he is fat. So much that he is slightly thinner than normal and often gets insulted or gets the common suggestion that he should 'eat more' quite regularly. [hider=Not exactly a skyrim picture but I based his appearance from this][img=http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh60/Arkakoira/Sketch%20journal%20art/argonian.jpg][/hider]

Personality: Maemion is a spunky and enthusiastic young author. He is eager to make friends and find out the backstory of practically anyone, be them beggar or royal to see if they can incorporate even the smallest bit of them into his writing. Especially now that he is writing about his adventures. Especially now that he is in a land so foreign as Skyrim to him. He is generally well-spoken and has been taught to speak without the natural lisp that comes with his race, but every now and again when he's excited he will ll let the occasional 'ssss' seep out. He doesn't naturally hate anyone, and believes that all races are equal. He doesn't even mind people who hate him, and strives to convince them that they are wrong about him.

While Maemion can seem a bit over-enthusiastic at times, he does know when to quiet down and when he may be becoming annoying. He also knows when to start being serious and when to put his writing aside for greater matters. He is usually calm and concentrated during battle and focuses more on where his arrows will hit rather than how many actually hit. Although calm in general scuffles, if he were to go up against some sort of troll or other beast much stronger than him, he may let his scaredness slip. He dislikes killing even a wolf and would prefer to talk things through rather than resort to violence. That being said, he won't hesitate to stick an arrow in the nearest bandits skull if he has reason to.

Equipment: 
-Steel Bow
-Multiple Iron and steel arrows
-His armour is essentially clothing over light hide armour
-A Satchel
-Multiple novels
-Multiple quill's
-Multiple ink replacements
-3 empty books
-A few random bits of scrap and flowers he has picked up

Class: Archer

Occupation: Writer/Documentist/Novelist: Since he was legally able to get a book published(Let's just say 18)

Brief History:
[hider="Brief History"]Maemion was born to two travelling Argonian merchants. Overall his young life was what you would expect from an Argonian trader. His parents loved him and sometimes 'used' him to mae others buy things through his cuteness as a baby. He wouldn't have minded if he had known, in fact he would have probably endorsed it if he had known when he was older. Unfortunately he never got to know, after an incident that happened when he was around 5. While Maemion and his family where travelling through Valenwood they were ambushed by bandits. Maemion's father was not one to just give up valuable trade items and gold and prepared to fight the bandits. The bandits got the upperhand however, and slaughtered Maemion's parents while Maemion hid. Shortly after the slaughtering, the bandits were discovered raiding the supplies by Maemion's adoptive Bosmer father, Endras. Endras felt a great deal of sympathy for Maemion and brought him back to his and his wife, Maith's home, along with some of Maemion's parents trading goods and belongings. The belongings were brought mostly so that when it finally clicked to Maemion that he was a lot different from everyone around him, Endras could tell him what happened to his parents.

Maemion left Valenwood at 22 and has travelled around for a while. He iand ended up in Skyrim by chance while writing his newest book.[/hider]
[hider="Longer History"]Maemion's father was little more than a farm boy for much of his teen years. He had spent his time doing other jobs for various merchants or shopkeepers every now and then but, his boundary hardly ever stretched passed manual labour. However, Maemion's mother was the daughter of a wealthy duke and duchess. Maemion's mother was rebellious and strongly willed during her young adult and teen years, and often cursed the fact that she was to become a duchess at some point. She would have much rather become some sort of trader or part of the common folk. Anyone would think this notion was ridiculous, to be a manual worker instead of a wealthy noble? Ludicrous. But along with the money that came from being a duchess, loneliness followed soon after. Maemion's mother was often afraid that she would become alike her own mother, who had little more than her father to talk to. She began escaping at night to go and explore the city and possibly find a way to disguise herself and escape. This is where she met Maemion's father. Maemion's father could hardly tell that Maemion's mother was a noble because of how dark it was and they soon struck up a conversation. Soon enough, they began meeting every night and eventually arranged to be married. Maemion's mother decided it was time to tell her parents. She had matured in the time it had taken her to bond with Maemion's father. Her mother was a bit skeptic at first, but opened up to Maemion's father after he charmed her with his personality. For a stable boy, he knew his way around words. Her father was a little harder to charm though. He made Maemion's father do quite a lot to gain his blessing of marriage, form displaying his intelligence to having to fight a wolf in an arena. Eventually he warmed up to Maemion's father enough to actually be proud of his daughter marrying him. Maemion's mother's parents paid for the whole thing and even gave them both a starting salary and a few objects to sell after their shared dream of being travelling merchants was realized.

Travelling and trading went fine for 5 years. Maemion's parents were happy and got along with generally everyone. Pregnancy threw a cog in their gears though. At first they thought that they would have to stop trading for a while and either shack up in an inn or stay with Maemion's mother's parents. The second option was out of the question because of Maemion's fathers pride. They considered having some mage or something getting rid of the baby before it was born but couldn't find any that weren't to weird or evil looking that were cheap enough for their budget. During the pregnancy period they argued constantly and put a massive strain on their marriage. Eventually Maemion's mother gave birth to Maemion and life got a lot happier. They discovered that the pregnancy period was survived rather well and they got a tremendous amount of support from both sides of the family who regularly visited the inn they were staying at until Maemion and his mother were fit to travel. This gave both sides of the family more time to bond as they had only met once which was at the marriage. Soon enough, they were back on the road again and just in time too, the economy had became booming just as they were fit to travel again and they began raking in more gold than they ever had. Maemion was fit or a great life, or so everyone thought. 

While travelling along some backwater road in Valenwood, Maemion and his parents were ambushed by bandits who demanded the best part of their stock and all of their gold. Maemion's father was a strong, proud Argonian who wouldn't let his and his family's well-being and belongings be stolen by two scrawny little failures who had to resort to thievery to get by. He drew his shortsword and prepared to fight. He managed to wound the two as well, but they eventually overcame him and killed him. They then noticed Maemion's mother. Crude, dirty and evil thoughts came to their small minds. Maemion's mother wouldn't let that ever happen, especially not in front of her child. She drew her dagger with tear filled eyes and attempted to attack one of the bandits before being promptly impaled on a longsword. The bandits shrugged it off like it was nothing and began to loot the caravan and Maemion's parents corpses. Maemion watched on from the tree covered hillside to the west. He was rather close to the bandits, but not close enough for them to hear his whimperings and cryings. Amnesia and the fact that he never wanted anything like this to happen pushed the memory to the farthest part of his mind. He can hardly even remember his parents or that faithful day anymore.

The last thing he can remember is two arrows whizzing by his head and burying themselves into the hearts of the two murderers who stole Maemion's parents from him. Things get a bit fuzzy after that, but he does remember his surrogate father, Endras bringing him home to his surrogate mother, Maith. As Maemion got older he realized that he was different from his parents and his friends. Every now and then he'd see someone like him wander through town and learn more about his race, but usually he just didn't care about what race he was. He was teased because of his race every now and again, but usually never let it bother him. Eventually he did inform his father that he knew he was adopted which led to, Endras explaining what had happened to him. This never made a tear in his relationship with his surrogate mother and father, and he loved them just as much as he would have his real mother and father. Endras taught him how to hunt and how to use a bow, while Maith taught him how to cook and about the finer things in life like books and interior decorating. Suffice to say, he had moved his real parents death so far back into his mind that it caused little to no affect on his psychology. 

As time went on, he realized his lifes calling wasn't to be a hunter like his father or an interior decorator like his mother, it was to write. He began writing short stories in his teens which improved in grammar and story as he read more and more books and as he got older. His first book got published when he was 19. It was a hit in Valenwood and was based partly around his father. The story was about a Bosmer hunter who saved people in distress and defeated evil tyrants. Maemion's popularity in Valenwood grew like wildfire and soon spread onto the other regions. He wrote other novels here and there which also got published and began to aspire for something greater. He wanted to go on an adventure of his own, so he could write about his fictional adventures in more detail. He decided he would document his journeys and left home at 22 to start his documentation. He left his mother and father teary-eyed but promised to send them letters as much as he could, and he does. He has made his way throughout almost all the provinces he can get to on foot and has made his way to Skyrim where he met the adventuring party he travels with now.
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Skills:
Archery - Master
Speech - Adept
Sneak - Apprentice

Other: