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XxFellsingxXName: Korja, AKA Burns-His-Foes
Race: Argonian
Gender: Male
Appearance: A bright red-skinned Argonian with a head rather reminiscent of an iguana- though he has a pair of large, curled horns he gets from his mother's side of the family. He's quite stocky, which thankfully makes spending most of his day in his heavily singed steel armor more bearable.
Personality: There is a stereotype of a mad wizard. Cackling, bellowing, using his powers to subvert or destroy others for personal gain. Well, two out of three isn't bad- Burns is one of the few Argonians who have learned to express joy by laughter. Of course, he's also the kind of guy who really likes fire spells- hence his name. He believes that any problem can be solved with a sufficiently large explosion. Actually a pretty mellow guy when he's not in the zone.
Birthsign: The Mage
Skills: Destruction, Heavy Armor, Enchanting, Hand-To-Hand, Mysticism
Equipment: Steel Armor
Brief History: An Argonian born in Black Marsh, his talents for Destruction magic were apparent at a young age. The closest options for magic tuition were the Arcane University in the Imperial City- in the middle of political turmoil as always- or the Mage's Guild of Morrowind- the homeland of the Argonians' most ancient enemy, the Dunmer. So, messages were sent to Burns's uncle, the owner of a fishing trawler in Skyrim, who passed them along to the College of Winterhold. It was quite unusual, but anyone who could cast Enemies Explode by 18 would be an asset to the College. So Burns was sent to the frozen north to receive academic instruction in the arcane arts- though, as ever, he displayed an affinity for Destruction above all other skills. He took in a goat he found on the mountainside, kept to his studies, avoided making remarks about dunmer or altmer students (usually), and spent plenty of time at the tavern. Oh, also, he met the empereror. After a night of drinking following a successful test of the spellmaking altar he'd ordered from the Imperial City, he staggered back to the college, hearing that- as he had repeatedly told everyone- Ancano was a Thalmor spy. Well, he did what he could to help, settling for bombarding the barrier with low-end destruction spells to try and whittle down Ancano's power. Well, for all the good it did, that mess was cleared up by the emperor.
Burns has spent the past ten years continuing his studies in Winterhold, hoping to make a grand breakthrough in spellmaking- though with a former archmage's letter, now bearing the imperial seal, he- and his goat- have been called back into action.
Race: Argonian
Gender: Male
Appearance: A bright red-skinned Argonian with a head rather reminiscent of an iguana- though he has a pair of large, curled horns he gets from his mother's side of the family. He's quite stocky, which thankfully makes spending most of his day in his heavily singed steel armor more bearable.
Personality: There is a stereotype of a mad wizard. Cackling, bellowing, using his powers to subvert or destroy others for personal gain. Well, two out of three isn't bad- Burns is one of the few Argonians who have learned to express joy by laughter. Of course, he's also the kind of guy who really likes fire spells- hence his name. He believes that any problem can be solved with a sufficiently large explosion. Actually a pretty mellow guy when he's not in the zone.
Birthsign: The Mage
Skills: Destruction, Heavy Armor, Enchanting, Hand-To-Hand, Mysticism
Equipment: Steel Armor
Brief History: An Argonian born in Black Marsh, his talents for Destruction magic were apparent at a young age. The closest options for magic tuition were the Arcane University in the Imperial City- in the middle of political turmoil as always- or the Mage's Guild of Morrowind- the homeland of the Argonians' most ancient enemy, the Dunmer. So, messages were sent to Burns's uncle, the owner of a fishing trawler in Skyrim, who passed them along to the College of Winterhold. It was quite unusual, but anyone who could cast Enemies Explode by 18 would be an asset to the College. So Burns was sent to the frozen north to receive academic instruction in the arcane arts- though, as ever, he displayed an affinity for Destruction above all other skills. He took in a goat he found on the mountainside, kept to his studies, avoided making remarks about dunmer or altmer students (usually), and spent plenty of time at the tavern. Oh, also, he met the empereror. After a night of drinking following a successful test of the spellmaking altar he'd ordered from the Imperial City, he staggered back to the college, hearing that- as he had repeatedly told everyone- Ancano was a Thalmor spy. Well, he did what he could to help, settling for bombarding the barrier with low-end destruction spells to try and whittle down Ancano's power. Well, for all the good it did, that mess was cleared up by the emperor.
Burns has spent the past ten years continuing his studies in Winterhold, hoping to make a grand breakthrough in spellmaking- though with a former archmage's letter, now bearing the imperial seal, he- and his goat- have been called back into action.
Edit: Touchpad is ass, clicked "Post." Meant to be WIP.