ShuCharacter Name: Dar'jhan
Nickname: “Half-moon” due to the colouring of his face
Race: Khajiit
Gender: Male
Character appearance:
Short Bio: Born in the year 4E 175 in the city of Corinthe, a day when he sun shone extremely hot and bright on the sands of Elsweyr. A day where Jone (Moon Secunda) almost hid behind Jode (Moon Masser). At least that is what his mother Sidura used to tell him when he was just a little cub which always made him feel as if he was special. In later life though Dar'jhan realized that mothers treat all their cubs as special little things and that his life was just as common as any other. Life in Corinthe was actualy very boring with Darh'jan spending his days roaming the city and watching the merchants in the many bazaars. His father Raban was a caravaneer who was almost never home but when he did he came with the most fascinating stories about his travels which filled the head of the young Dar'jhan with dreams of leaving Corinthe and travelling the many regions of Tamriel.
But for that, he thought, you needed coin.
Even though his father was away for long periods of time, he did bring home a fair amount of septims which was mostly used to keep them fed, clothed and maintain the little store his mother sold things when Raban was on his travels. One day however they received a letter that stated that Raban was killed during an attempt of the Imperial watch to capture a group of alleged Skooma dealers and that his body already had been burned. After reading the letter, his mother locked herself in her room for a week, ignoring his pleads and refusing to eat, before finally coming out with a strange look in her eyes. She hugged her boy and gave him her twin moon amulet, telling him that it would bring him good luck and to be brave for the times to come before walking out the door. He never saw her again after that.
In the days that followed, he stared often at the amulet, knowing not why his mother had left him and realized that the amount of septims that he had were decreasing steadily. He decided to get coins in the one place he knew he could find them: With the merchants at the grand bazaar.
Every day he went about to ask for work but every time he got shooed away by the traders or guards. Still he went, not willing to give up, wearing the amulet his mother left him.
One day however, his belly as empty as his purse, he tried once more with a merchant with a rather nasty reputation. The merchant looked at him, a starving young khajiit in ragged clothing, growled as he shoved him away and threatened to call the guards on him. Dar'jhan still doesn't know why he did it, but as the merchant turned his back towards him he could see the coin purse just sitting there, waiting to be taken. A few moments later Dar'jhan looked inside his newly acquired purse and counted the septims inside. If no one was willing to help him, he would help himself. So he survived for a bit, stealing and pickpocketing from the traders and customers. No one ever caught him even once until someone did. A caravan guard had grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and pushed him to the side of a nearby building, demanding the return of his purse and, after taking a glance at the twin moon amulet, asked where he got the amulet from. Dar'jhan reluctantly told him his story. The guard, now feeling pity for the young khajiit, offered to help him and join the caravan. He would teach him every thing he knew so he could earn an honest living which would be better than stealing.
The coming years young Dar'jhan saw his long-time dream come true as he travelled with the caravan and his tutor outside of Elsweyr, eventually becoming a guard himself. He enjoyed the life and the friendship he had build up with them. Even the cold and snowy roads of Skyrim didn't bother him that much. It was the coldness in the hearts of many Nords however that did at times. Not being able to go inside the city, having to sleep outside the city walls, being shunned and called names. He never quite understood how people could be like that. The last months leading up to the Stormcloak victory had gotten even more dangerous for Non-Nords and by the time Ulfric Stormcloak became the new High King, the caravans got harassed regularly by heavy taxes and angry Stormcloak supporters. Not too long ago an angry mob had attacked them while they were on the road, first thinking it to be a bandit attack. He got wounded badly and was found by a family who did their best to heal him. What happened to the rest of the caravan is still a mystery.
Personality and General Dispositions: Good hearted by nature, though feels no love for the Empire that is the reason his father was killed and his mother left him. (Or so he believes) Has certainly no love for the bigoted Stormcloaks as they are the reason he is in the state that he is in and took him away from his new 'family'. Believes strongly in “An eye for an eye” and will treat others how they treat him. Life on the road was hard and made him cautious.
Allegiance and loyalties: Only to himself, the caravan and the people who took him in and nursed him back to health.
Equipment/Gear: Well worn leather helmet and leather bracers, iron Boots, iron armor with a brownish sash, hide shield, steel sword, a few drakes (septims) and the amulet of the twin moons.
Skills and Ability: Natural stealthy as a Khajiit, highly agile from his younger thieving days. He used to pick pockets for a living before being a caravan guard, though that has been a long time ago and is not keen in returning to those days. Thanks to his tutor he learned to be efficient with a sword and shield or unarmed combat. Has not a thing for magic. Yet.
Nickname: “Half-moon” due to the colouring of his face
Race: Khajiit
Gender: Male
Character appearance:
Short Bio: Born in the year 4E 175 in the city of Corinthe, a day when he sun shone extremely hot and bright on the sands of Elsweyr. A day where Jone (Moon Secunda) almost hid behind Jode (Moon Masser). At least that is what his mother Sidura used to tell him when he was just a little cub which always made him feel as if he was special. In later life though Dar'jhan realized that mothers treat all their cubs as special little things and that his life was just as common as any other. Life in Corinthe was actualy very boring with Darh'jan spending his days roaming the city and watching the merchants in the many bazaars. His father Raban was a caravaneer who was almost never home but when he did he came with the most fascinating stories about his travels which filled the head of the young Dar'jhan with dreams of leaving Corinthe and travelling the many regions of Tamriel.
But for that, he thought, you needed coin.
Even though his father was away for long periods of time, he did bring home a fair amount of septims which was mostly used to keep them fed, clothed and maintain the little store his mother sold things when Raban was on his travels. One day however they received a letter that stated that Raban was killed during an attempt of the Imperial watch to capture a group of alleged Skooma dealers and that his body already had been burned. After reading the letter, his mother locked herself in her room for a week, ignoring his pleads and refusing to eat, before finally coming out with a strange look in her eyes. She hugged her boy and gave him her twin moon amulet, telling him that it would bring him good luck and to be brave for the times to come before walking out the door. He never saw her again after that.
In the days that followed, he stared often at the amulet, knowing not why his mother had left him and realized that the amount of septims that he had were decreasing steadily. He decided to get coins in the one place he knew he could find them: With the merchants at the grand bazaar.
Every day he went about to ask for work but every time he got shooed away by the traders or guards. Still he went, not willing to give up, wearing the amulet his mother left him.
One day however, his belly as empty as his purse, he tried once more with a merchant with a rather nasty reputation. The merchant looked at him, a starving young khajiit in ragged clothing, growled as he shoved him away and threatened to call the guards on him. Dar'jhan still doesn't know why he did it, but as the merchant turned his back towards him he could see the coin purse just sitting there, waiting to be taken. A few moments later Dar'jhan looked inside his newly acquired purse and counted the septims inside. If no one was willing to help him, he would help himself. So he survived for a bit, stealing and pickpocketing from the traders and customers. No one ever caught him even once until someone did. A caravan guard had grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and pushed him to the side of a nearby building, demanding the return of his purse and, after taking a glance at the twin moon amulet, asked where he got the amulet from. Dar'jhan reluctantly told him his story. The guard, now feeling pity for the young khajiit, offered to help him and join the caravan. He would teach him every thing he knew so he could earn an honest living which would be better than stealing.
The coming years young Dar'jhan saw his long-time dream come true as he travelled with the caravan and his tutor outside of Elsweyr, eventually becoming a guard himself. He enjoyed the life and the friendship he had build up with them. Even the cold and snowy roads of Skyrim didn't bother him that much. It was the coldness in the hearts of many Nords however that did at times. Not being able to go inside the city, having to sleep outside the city walls, being shunned and called names. He never quite understood how people could be like that. The last months leading up to the Stormcloak victory had gotten even more dangerous for Non-Nords and by the time Ulfric Stormcloak became the new High King, the caravans got harassed regularly by heavy taxes and angry Stormcloak supporters. Not too long ago an angry mob had attacked them while they were on the road, first thinking it to be a bandit attack. He got wounded badly and was found by a family who did their best to heal him. What happened to the rest of the caravan is still a mystery.
Personality and General Dispositions: Good hearted by nature, though feels no love for the Empire that is the reason his father was killed and his mother left him. (Or so he believes) Has certainly no love for the bigoted Stormcloaks as they are the reason he is in the state that he is in and took him away from his new 'family'. Believes strongly in “An eye for an eye” and will treat others how they treat him. Life on the road was hard and made him cautious.
Allegiance and loyalties: Only to himself, the caravan and the people who took him in and nursed him back to health.
Equipment/Gear: Well worn leather helmet and leather bracers, iron Boots, iron armor with a brownish sash, hide shield, steel sword, a few drakes (septims) and the amulet of the twin moons.
Skills and Ability: Natural stealthy as a Khajiit, highly agile from his younger thieving days. He used to pick pockets for a living before being a caravan guard, though that has been a long time ago and is not keen in returning to those days. Thanks to his tutor he learned to be efficient with a sword and shield or unarmed combat. Has not a thing for magic. Yet.