Name: Eugain Amelford
Age: 42
Gender: Male
Race: Breton
Appearance: A short (and somewhat plump) man, Eugain is neither intimidating nor particularly elegant. Most commonly he is seen wearing the traditional green and blue robes worn by the Priests of Arkay in Cyrodiil, often extending so far as to sweep gently across the floor and completely conceal the worn leather sandals that adorn his feet. His dark brown hair was cut into a tonsure, a decision which he claims is to make his priesthood apparent, though it is more likely because he has already begun to go bald...
His cheeks are bulbous, his eyes are small, and his nose is somewhat piggish. His stature and his method of carrying himself can be likened to a Horker, in that he simply waddles about without a single care. All in all, he is a happy, pleasant looking religious man.
Job: Priest of Arkay
Skills: Eugain takes pride in his knowledge of Restoration magic, and regards it as his foremost skill. However, due to the child-like streak in his personality, years of tinkering have given him an affinity for weaving fanciful Illusions, a touch for Alchemy, and a general sense for Destruction. His father taught him the basics of combat with a mace, and as tribute after his father's death Eugain continued to practice with it, so he is adequately versed in one-handed weaponry though not so effective with a sword or an axe as compared to a mace.
Though Eugain is also a literate man with a talent for Speech, he is equaly talented in Occasionally Messing Up- a skill, Eugain has found as he reviewed his life, which has been a source of many blunders and awkward situations. Put simply, he sometimes thinks before he speaks.
Personality: At first glance, he seems almost devoid of the trademark poetics and eccentric flair normally observed by his fellow Bretons- though this is hardly true. After short conversation most find that Eugain is capable of finding interest in even the most mundane of things. He believes himself a good listener, and often seeks to offer guidance and advice- even when it is not wanted. Despite this, in most situations, Eugain's intentions are meant well.
In a nutshell he is curious, sometimes impulsive, quick to hunger and slow to fill. He is friendly, difficult to anger, and believes that something is waiting for him in the near future.
History: Eugain's story began in High Rock, where he was born out of wedlock to a priestess of Dibella and a city guardsman. Though his father thought it true love, his mother believed she was only carrying out the will of Dibella. Eugain was left with his father, who struggled to raise him on his own within the towering walls surrounding the city.
Eugain's father was devout and religious, thus at a young age Eugain took an interest in the Divines and the Breton deity Sheor, commonly believed to be a demonized version of the Nordic deity Shor. He would spend his pre-teen and teenage years frequenting the temples and libraries dotted across the city, delving deeply into the meaning of conflict and the question of why men must fight.
It wasn't until his father's death at the hands of a rabble of bandits not far outside the walls when Eugain was twenty-five that he began to direct his attention towards Arkay and his teachings. The words that he read in the leatherbound books left to him by his father served to comfort him. Aetherius and Oblivion, the eternal struggle for balance, the Aedra and the Daedra; these things greatly interested him, propelling him forward in life into priesthood and scholarship for the next two decades.
As the years wore on and as heroes continued to rise in Tamriel such as the Dragonborn and the armies battling for Skyrim, Eugain felt that his life lacked true experience. With only this feeling in his gut, a handful of Septims and his robes, Eugain made his way aboard a passenger ship and sailed, making way for Cyrodiil. He would travel north to Skyrim from the coast to study with the priests and experience some of the beautiful sights Tamriel had to offer. Little did he know that in only a year, upon his arrival in Bruma just prior to his crossing the border, darkness would descend upon Cyrodiil...
Starting Point: Bruma