Alfgore--Character sheet--
-Name: Alfgore Zerk
-Age: 62
-Sex:Male
-Race: Nord
-Class: Monk
-Skills: Hand to Hand,Blunt weapons,etiquette,Medical
Mysticism: Banish Daedra,Holy Touch.
Thaumaturgy: Quiet Undead,
-Equipment: Steel enforced staff, Monks robes, and a few medicine pouches.
-Background: Alfgore has had a very interesting life, being born in a temple for the daedric prince of madness his early life was serving the prince, until one day on his fifteenth birthday he had a dream, Sheogorath was standing in front of him, talking about nonsense until he noticed Alfgore standing in his throne room, they conversed for a while before The prince gave Alfgore the chance of a lifetime, to go into the realm of madness for as long as he wanted, the only catch was he had to kill everyone in the temple, Sheogorath would aid him by lending him a powerful weapon called wabbajack to kill them. He agreed reluctantly. What he didn't know was Sheogorath had offered the same thing to everyone else in the temple. The only difference was they didn't have the Wabbajack. After two days of non-stop fighting it was over and he was whisked away into the land of madness.
Alfgore doesn't remember much from this time of his life, his theory is that what he had seen was so horrible that his mind is blocking it from memory, but he has nightmares and what he can remember is being faced with impossible odds and doing unspeakable things. He awoke back at the temple, aged twenty years since when he left. Once he awoke he did a pilgrimage through all the big shines and temples in tamreial, trying to wipe the Daedric filth off of him. On his journey he made a name for himself, the man pure of heart and full of knowledge. After his pilgrimage he got a letter from the emperor, saying he needed to aid tamreial, he was being chosen for his knowledge and skill when dealing with Daedra he wasn't about to pass up a chance to serve the Septims and earn himself some more redemption
-Where are you: Dak'Fron.