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Safi had followed the metal priest to what was apparently the Landing Zone after said priest had beckoned him to follow, referring to him as a Skitarius, and thumped away on his metal stomps. ‘’Time is money,’’ Safi muttered to himself as he started moving somewhat faster the close the distance between him and his machine-employer. Despite having something like anvils for feet, he sure moved fast. Plus, it seemed as if things were going to get quite rough. 

By the time Safi and Mister Tinker had gotten to where the Rogue Trader was supposed to be, there was already a bloodbath. Safi immediately took cover behind a wall and just decided to wait it out. The best sort of firefight was the one that you weren’t in, he knew this well at his age. This cautious course of action was also the thing that had kept him alive throughout those brutal years. ‘’Just wait it out.’’ However, his plans of staying put were immediately thrown into the garbage bin when the tremors of distant explosions started shaking the wall Safi was hiding behind, and some armed gangsters started showing their faces. Where was the Tin Man? He couldn’t see. He had to leave. It was nice to be paid, but it was better to be alive, after all.

As the shootout started to subside, however, Safi decided that it was safe to peek out and see what was happening. Unsurprisingly, the Rogue Trader and his retinue were retreating back to their shuttle. ‘’Smart man,’’ Safi thought to himself as he rushed out of his cover. Disregarding the man’s conversation with a fat, pudgy woman who seemed to share a common interest with Safi, he let his gun sling from his shoulder as he raised his arms and started shouting to make sure he wasn’t seen as a cocky hostile amidst the carnage. Better safe than sorry, he had always thought, and he wasn’t trying to give off the impression of a hardass anyway.

‘’Don’t shoot! Friendly! Don’t shoot!’’

He could feel the scorching heat of plasma and lasguns all around his body as he kept rushing. ‘’This was a very stupid move, Safi,’’ a voice in the back of his head told him. He knew that keeping up the act in the middle of a shootout was not going to end well for him, but his survival instinct was not going to stop. ‘’This ain’t dodgeball, Safi, it’s a bad day in Bosnia!’’ What a Bosnia was, Safi did not know, but he respected his survival instincts, since it had a library full of experiences from past ancestors etched in his genes to cite from, so he decided to throw himself into the safe side as fast as possible. 

Somehow, his mad dash through no man’s land had worked. Safi spent about a few seconds thinking he was probably shot, but it appeared all was well. He quickly got up to a crouching position and huddled over to one of the Armsmen next to the Rogue Trader trying to board the ship.

‘’Friendly!’’

@Leidenschaft@GCold

I basically remade my CS. Can you check it again?

I miiiggghhhtttt  have over done it >///<

Basic information

Name:
	Lucex "Alhena" Venatorii (prefers to be called Alhena and is usually addressed as such)

Race: 
	Half-Bosmer, human father but unsure of race, looks mostly Nord

Age:
	20

Gender:
	Androgynous

Birthsign:
	The Theif

Place of Origin:
	Unknown - Found in the wilderness

Appearance: 
	Alhena is a short and very, very feminine half-Bosmer coming in at a mere 5 ft 4 in. He has a slender build but hides the muscle he has as its not exactly toned very well. His skin is soft and fair, a mix of Imperial tans and Bosmer pale create his unique and beautiful skin tone. Its nearly impossible to tell him from a female, which is how he likes it most the time.

	His long elven face boasts more human-like features. Big, beautiful sapphire eyes like that of a nord shine brightly in day, a small cute nose which he can wiggle around and a small, smiling mouth guarded by plump soft lips. Of course, being a male, he lacks any sort of bust to speak of but then again, flat can have its own charms. Its said that Alhena has made some people very confused about their sexuality and some claim he is part of a third gender appropriately named the Alhena gender.

Background:
	Alhena has no idea where he comes from, left in the Skyrim wilderness to die as a child before being picked up by a group of hunters. He guesses that he must have been a product of a forbidden love between man and mer, left to die after his father was unable to keep him for whatever reason and hoped the rough Skyrim wild would tear Alhena to pieces.

	Much of his early life was with the group of hunters, mostly Imperial of background, where he got both the name Lucex and Alhena after a dispute of his gender and his appearance. However, he always found Alhena to sound prettier thus that is what he refers to as his name. The group of hunters would teach him the art of the hunt and soon the bow and arrow became an extension of his arm, albeit one that could fly. When he wasn't hunting, he was practicing other skills with the help of the few women in the group. He became well versed in tailoring, woodworking and provisioning to help support the group.

	However, one night as he was bathing in a nearby river, Alhena hear something... feral from the camp and rushed back to find that everyone had been killed by something vicious. The entire camp was in tatters, the tents, the clothes and even the weapons had been all broken in some way. While searching through the remains, Alhena discovered that the group had once been devotees of the Daedric lord Hercine who had since "lost their way", the Daedric lord having none of that and dispatching a werewolf to kill off everyone in the camp.

	Now, lost and naked, Alhena managed to get some scraps of cloth on and some belongs before running to the nearest town which had been Markarth. It would be here that he would spend the next chapter of his life where he exploited his feminine charms and appearance for the next few years, making himself a bit of a name for himself and being a frequent visitor at the Silver-Blood Inn. Despite this, he kept his skills sharp and his hunting equipment safely tucked away.

	One night after a certain outing, he heard of a mercenary company hiring all sorts of people. Gathering up his stuff and setting out, he decided he could be of use and needed some adventure in his life, his nightly "adventures" were quite as fun as they once were. Besides, he was sure he could make some coin from this or at least help out in some way.

Personality:
	Alhena plays of his female side ALOT, so much so that most will never suspect him of being female. He throughly enjoys teasing excessively and generally acting all innocent to the point some will think he enjoys it and is a bit sadistic in that aspect. Despite that, he's nice and will look out for others (for a multitude of reasons). He loves a good story though, often reserving himself at night to tell stories of his past exploits; some real, some not but all interesting or amusing. While he doesn't drink much, its because these events often take place at campfires or tavern bars and the accessability of alcohol, he's become something of a connoisseur of alcohols.

	In terms of being a mercenary, he's sometimes called a coward for his fear of getting up close and personal, but his skills as an archer is very respected even if his shots do land a bit distant from his target. He hates having to take out of the company's food stock pile and often resorts to fishing or hunting for his own meats or picking wild plants he can eat. He's no alchemist but he knows what can be safely eaten and is willing to share both plants he comes across and wild game.

	Due to his appearance, its best to keep him away from certain types of lecherous characters for obvious reasons. Its gotten him into many an awkward situations in the past. While he actually has a more neutral, almost ambivalent attitude about this in hindsight, he has become very proficient in acting as girl with seduction being his greatest speech skill. Anyone who says otherwise clearly hasn't spend enough time around him.

Capabilities:

Skills:
•Adept - Marksmanship (Very proficient in crossbows, less in traditional archery or throwing)
•Adept - Sneak (Good enough to stalk animals and sometimes people)
•Adept – Speech (To tell stories and to get him out of trouble buts its more than enough to get him in trouble, mostly used to impersonate a very convince female voice)
•Apprentice - Provisioning (Can cook pretty well, makes a mean venison steak and stews from wild plants)
•Apprentice - Athletics (Equivalent to a some very basic military training)
•Apprentice – Acrobatics (Think street performer level)
•Novice – 1H Blades (Best he stays away from sharp pointy things in front of him)
•Novice - Tailoring (Makes scarves and shoddy shirts and bandages and rope)
•Novice - Woodworking (Just some carving stuff he's learned on the go)
•Novice - Mercantile (Just enough so he doesn't get ripped off too badly)

Weaknesses:
•Weak bones - Born with lighter bones, while it does allow Alhena to move faster, it also mean even a solid punch can do significant damage, Divines forbid he gets hit with a war hammer or a log to the face.
•Sensitive to Lightning - For reasons unknown, Alhena is significantly more sensitive to lighting-based spells. From a single hit, at best he'll be temporarily paralyzed and disoriented and at worse, he'll be knocked out cold or his heart stops.
•Weak to Poison - Alhena has had a weakened immune system for a long time but due to his outdoorsmanship, he's been able to negate and prevent most diseases through will power of being healthy. Poison however is still incredibly dangerous on him.
•Illiterate - Alhena can make out some simple words but the vast majority of words are just scribbles to him. Despite never really getting a proper education at any point, he enjoys books purely too look at the neat handwriting, wishing to one day to write just a pretty as the books show.
•Too pretty for his own good - Alhena is undoubtly attractive even by female standards, but it also means that there are some who go straight for him. There's also the issue that he might know a number of people in cities who bring in awkward times.

Relations to Other Characters:
N/A

Affiliation(s):
None

Spells (if any):
None

Combat Style (or the Lack of): (optional)
	Lucex is primarily a ranged support on paper, shooting away with his bow. In reality, he tends to get a bit more personal in his arrow delivery service, making hims something of a frontline sniper. Should he get too close and personal, he draws a sword/axe/knife/whatever-his-hand-can-find and then goes into a dodge tank mode where he constantly dodges to draw attention, attack when his opponent is tired and/or vulnerable.

Other Capabilities:
•Hunting related things (stalking, cleaning and field dressing)
•Survival skills (campfire making, woodcutting)
•Equipment maintenance
•Certain activities requiring a feminine touch or charm 
•Outdoorsmanship (climbing, swimming)

Inventory

Cash: 
	174 gold 

Keys and Lockpicks: 
	N/A

Clothing and Armor: 
	Lucex wears a short chainmail shirt that goes to his stomach which comes with a chest piece of hard boiled leather. Leather shoulder guards protect his shoulders as one would expect, snow wolf furs decorate the topmost layer. Around his waist is a long red-tipped blue scarf of tundra cotton, his horn and a small money pouch occupy space there along side some trinkets. The furs of his lower body are of foxes, wolves and even bears he hunted himself and are connected to the leather of his top armor, hiding a pair of rugged pants. His armor comes with a hood and Lucex made the face wrap himself, although its only used in bad weather or places he knows he has a certain... unsavory reputation. Outside of that, we wears standard leather boots and bracers with hide gloves. The entire armor set is well fitted for his body. In cold weather, he dons a heavy fur cloak which also serves as his sleeping pad on most nights.

	Outside of his armor, he also has a set of female barkeep clothes, cut short and "customized". Whenever in town, he often rents or buys a set of clothing just for the time they're spending their if its for a certain amount of time.

Weapon and Ammunition:
•Hunting Bow with ~30 steel arrows
•Steel Dagger
•Paxel (A woodcutter's axe with a pick on the other end of the axe head)
•An Alpenstock

Potion and Arcane Supplies:
•Two potions of minor stamina

Jewelry and Novelty Items:
•A "borrowed" silver ring
•Golden neckless w/ an emerald
•Moonstone and Sapphire Circlet
•Goat horn horn made of a horny goat horn who wasn't actually horny but still had horns

Books and Documents:
•A few maps, mostly of Skyrim's wilderness
•Memoirs of an Ale Wench (Lucex enjoys tracing the fancy letters)

Food, Drinks, Provisions:
•Two dried fish
•A water skin and a few bottles of water
•Bread
•The piece of cheese is not food, its legal tender (to Lucex anyways)

Bags, Pouches, Packs:
•The large knapsack slung on his back
•Some small pouches and a satchel on his belt
•A quiver for his arrows
•His 4 pack

Other:
	Lucex claims that his hood by itself is enchanted and while it does appear to be enchanted and has been confirmed by mages, no one knows what the actual enchantment is. Seeing as the enchantment itself faintly glows purple, Lucex says the enchantment make the hood "better at being purple".
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I prefer the older version myself, not because it's better or worse, but simply because I thought the concept was more unique.

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