Name: Ai-Do
Race: Khajiit
Sub-species: Suthay-Raht
Gender:Male
Age: 32
Birthsign: The Atronach
Appearance:
Lycanthropy strain: Were-Sabrecat
This in-game Skyrim Mod image is pretty good for the base idea, but in lore the Were-sabrecat would much more stout, for example it's physiology would resemble that of the Werebear, in the sense that it's body would be thicker, stalkier, and more built on strength, then anything else, just like that of the natural Sabrecat.
Skills: Ai-Do is a skilled deck stalwart who wields mostly broadswords of switching one-handed and two-handed styles. He also carries a decent degree of skill in the Alteration and Destruction skills, but only when the moment calls. He is skilled in medium armor combat techniques.
Equipment: He has three tail rings that are enchanted, the first is at the base of his tail and is enchanted with the spell Telekinesis, the second is located halfway up his tail and is enchanted with the spell Black Hand. He wields a Darksteel One-handed Broadsword, and he wears a medium armor set of greaves and bestial leggings with a leather top. (Armor and sword in Appearance image. B.T.W , F.Y.I Darksteel is also known as Nordic Carved in Skyrim, and is the combination of Steel, Quicksilver, and Ebony for armor, and just Quicksilver and Steel for weapons.)
Personality: Ai-Do is often seen as brash by many, or suave by others. He is the typical sort of male to stand atop a table in a tavern and get the whole bar singing from wall to wall. His carefree, contagious personality is only double-sided by the hidden beast within his very bones. He can be the hidden guy int he corner though, if he chooses, and he can be ill-tempered if the setting is ripe.
Bio: Ai-Do was born in Senchal to a mother and father who worked the docks and they both worked day in and day out to care for their young ones. His father worked the day, and came home just early enough to visit his wife for an hour before she set out to work herself. They were like a the sun and moons to their kids, one was always out and one was always in their sky of a life. The two made just enough to feed the kids, most of them anyway... Ai-Do was the youngest child, but only by a year. The first few years of Ai-Do's life were as many would expect them to be, the baby was cared for, loved, and nourished, but once he became ten, his parents started leaning away from him, in all aspects. His older brother, who was at the age of sixteen, got a small job that helped the pay, and his sister who was eleven had showed the signs of a mage.. and she became the house favorite. Ai-Do hadn't done anything of importance though, no one would take a kid his age for a job, he had no magical talent, and he was a runt , and was being served as one. His "caring" parents slowly stopped paying any attention to him, unless of course he was doing wrong or his siblings said he was doing something wrong, even when he wasn't.
The years passed and he got older and he grew further and further away from his parents until it got to the point that he able to just get up and leave the house without them noticing. He could be gone for hours and return to find out they hadn't even known he had left. His life was not to say depressing, but rather just a walk-along life. He ate, what minuscule food he was give, and went on until he got some work at the age his brother did. When he did he hid it from his parents so he could feed himself and tend to himself. They didn't care for him, and he still cared for his siblings, albeit they hated him, but he never grew depressed and he stood past the fact that his parents didn't care for him, because he knew he would one day leave their home. He spent his time though idling in and out of the house to work and around the city before he decided he was old enough, and well equip enough to leave. He gathered the small things he had, some ragged clothes, and a small knife and went on his way as a stowaway aboard a ship. Though, he unknowingly set himself on a ship headed to Morrowind, and better yet it was a ship disguised as a Dunmeri trade ship, that actually traded human cargo. Once he arrived, days later, in a large unmarked city off the eastern coast of Morrowind they found him aboard after unloading their "cargo" and chained him up along with the rest. The "cargo" was oddly like the days of old in Morrowind as the chains bore mostly Khajiit and Argonian bodies.
Ai-Do spent the waxing years of his early adulthood in Slaver chains, he was constantly passed around and trudged from one Manor to another of possible Slave Buyers, but no matter where they went, how they went there, or who they came to, Ai-Do was never bought. His "runt" complex, or "kitten" complex figure was still very much with him in
all aspects. He was skinny, frail-looking, and of course malnourished by slavers. He spent the days culling his own thoughts. This often brought him to a chamber in his mind that he didn't know existed, because he begged, pleaded, and screamed within his skull to be bought. He never in his right mind thought he would wish someone would buy him, but the day had come that his very character was remolded. When the end of the line came, and there were no more potential buyers, the slaves were relocated to a small place on te outskirts of what is left of Vvardenfell, and they were transported into Balmora. Balmora was a brilliant recreation of what it once was and was thriving in the ashen remnants rout in destruction. It made sense that the slaves would be brought here, Balmora was one of the least policed cities since the eruption, and even before the Eruption Balmora had many frowned-upon organizations and activities running about. The slaves were taken into the ashen coated city and forced down into a ruin beneath the ground and the ash, the building itself was the remnant of an old Dunmeri-only public club they used to hold meetings in. It had been mined out and temporarily repaired inside to house slaves, animals, and co-workers. He was left inside a half-built nook/cage cross for several before they even tossed him some stale bread, and after that it was another few days before he could even hear anyone near his cage. The days passed, seemingly vague with depression, pain, and anger. Ai-Do grew every day in his cage, his voice changed from that of the quiet vagrant to the enraged beast. Whenever a person came by, in the rare times they did, he would become a cynical man bound only by chains and mortality. This never stopped his mind, for he always wielded his mentality and his sanity.
A few years passed and his captivity was turned into a slavery, but not for a buyer, but the slavers themselves. He worked in the nearby Ash Farm for the Slavers along with the rest of the unsold workforce. His years of working on the farm in the musty warmth of the ashland caused each day to be a rigorous workout that would mold him into a toned man of decent stature, but it was not enough to prepare him for what was to come in the next year.
The end of the year came and his time as an Ash farmer was over, not by his own will though. The slavers pulled him from the fields and led him across the river to the other half of Balmora. They passed a few of the new houses and ducked down into a small cellar-like structure that led to, once more, hollowed out and renovated remnants of Old Balmora. The structure was a series of side-by-side houses hollowed out which now held a series of cages, as the first structure did, but was entirely open and held a large stone-crafted ring in the center with wooden pikes that were short, but extremely thick, encircling the area. Blood was splattered along the room and it's cages, some of which held blood soaked men and mer of all types. Ai-Do took no more then a second to put two and two together, and he was angered more so by the idea rather then the sight. They had moved him to their very own pit, and he was the newest recruit to the roster of entertainers.
A few more years passed as Ai-Do was grid-locked into Slavery and combat against pit fighters and slaves. He fought fang and claw to survive, often times finding it hard to keep going, but throughout his time he grew stronger, angrier, and into a man with no regrets for the lives around him. He fought up until there were no slaves or fighters left except for himself, they pit him against animals for the longest time until they could get more to fill the cells, but what they didn't expect was an oddity among all things. They had captured a Sabrecat from Skyrim one month and shipped it to Vvardenfell. It went through several pits before they moved it to the pit in Balmora where Ai-Do. They told him they had found another cat to fight him, and he thought they meant another Khajiit, but when the day came and they placed him in the pit with a caged Sabrecat he grew worried, he was not afraid, but he was certain today would be his death. The slavers pulled a chain and released the cat's door, but it only walked out and silently stared into Ai-Do's eyes. Then a whispering voice entered Ai-Do's head.
"Take of this beast's blood, the crimson drink which will lead you to your freedom of the cages, and bind you to the call of the wild. Ai-Do couldn't do anything, but lift his makeshift wooden club and stand frozen in his tracks. The voice was unknown to him and it's words were puzzling at first, but the words resonated in his soul and he seemingly knew what it asked. He dropped the club and stepped forward with raised claws. He sent his right and across the Cat's throat as it raised it's neck willingly to Ai-Do. He then leaned down and began to drink the blood that spilled from it's veins, but moments after his body writhed in pain and it occurred. He shifted, in one of the most painful transitions, into one of the rarest breads of Lycanthrope, a Were-sabrecat. This seemingly normal animal had been blessed with beast blood so that it could feed the true beast, it fed the true Ai-Do. His transformation turned him into a stalky, thick-figured, muscular beast with massive saber fangs that were sharp to the T, and outfitted with massive retractable claws that he used to climb out of the pit and slaughter the lot of Slavers above him. His new power granted him the means of escape and revenge he so truly deserved, but once he had escaped, he fled the town altogether and made his way to the docks where he stole a boat, made it from Vvardenfell to Morrowind's exterior, and then fled to Cyrodil. He has been living in Cyrodil since then, working odd jobs for anyone with the coin, and honing his beast blood to master it.
Sorry it has taken so long to get it up, on here guys. I have had this water problem the past several days and it has post-poned the finishing of my CS, but here it is finally.
