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Character Sheet/Background: Cain Demonsbane (Feedback Welcome)

Caomhnoir de na Capall
CainDemonsbane
Caomhnoir de na Capall
Posted On: 02/14/2014 at 01:30 PM
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(I haven't tried to do one of these in about ten years, so I hope its okay.)

 

First Name: Cain (Originally Saulas)

Last Name: Demonsbane (Originally Highbinder)

Appearance: A pale golden-skinned Altmer with silver eyes and white hair. He is tall and muscular. Has numerous scars across his body, the most prominent across his right eye.

Race: Altmer

Age: Appears young (undecided...unfamiliar with elven aging rates)

Height: 6'4"

Weight: 200lbs.

Eyes: Silver

Hair: Long White, typically pulled back in a ponytail.

Personality Profile: If the price is right, Cain will do just about anything. This could stem from being left with nothing by his father, though it is also possible he views money as a bonus to what he really enjoys, killing. A fair way to label his mindset would be to call him a borderline sociopath or it could all be an act to prevent others from getting a true grasp of his inner workings. One thing is certain though, he thrives on chaos. Time will tell his true motivations.

General Health: Physically, well....Mentally, questionable.

Profession: Mercenary

Base Class & Proposed Development: Sorcerer, (Battlemage if the option presents itself.)

Habits/Hobbies: Heavy Drinker (Does wholesale mass slaughter count as a hobby?)

Armor: Light (Unless Battlemage becomes an option, then heavy.)

Weapon of Choice: His spells or a Destruction Staff (Fire typically, though any would suffice in a pinch.)

Background: How do these stories usually begin? ‘In a seedy little rundown piece of crap bar, we find our hero…’ Hero…ha! Sitting alone in the corner of a poorly lit room, a bored looking High Elf was lost in his thoughts. How about ‘we find our villain.’ No that doesn’t work either. How about ‘we find an elf of no loyalty other than to the highest bidder.’ The elf let out an audible sigh of frustration before mumbling something along the lines of “A bard I am not.”

As the front door to the bar opened, the collective attention of the room seemed to focus on the hooded stranger who came in, though all but the lone elf quickly returned their attention elsewhere. Curiosity could be deadly in places like this. The hooded figure approached the elf in the corner and took a seat without any word or warning.

“Fifty gold per hour is my starting rate. A hundred if you have a husband. Two hundred if you want him to watch. If the husband lays a finger on me at any point in time, note that you will be a widow, are we clear.” The elf spoke in a bored drawl, though he never took his eyes off the hooded figure.

The stranger’s hood moved only slightly as an obviously disguised voice emanated from within. “So, you have gone from a nobleman to a prostitute?” The overly deep voice responded. “And, what makes you think I am a woman?”

The elf made an overly exaggerated sigh. “A mercenary is paid to do a job, to do it well, and in the end the one who paid them gets their golds’ worth. Sometimes, they even enjoy it. If that doesn’t sound like a prostitute then what does?” He then lecherously looked the hooded figure over before continuing. “Well, you are either a woman wearing a fruity fragrance or a man who likes to keep fruit in his shirt, either way I would rather hear what you want and how much money it will make me.” The stranger shifted their hood just enough so their face was visible to the elf, but to no one else. “So what is a pretty little Dunmer such as yourself doing in a dump like this?” The high elf spoke, though much quieter than before.

The Dunmer hid her face again before responding. “Listening to a pompous Altmer for starters. I have been sent to question you on behalf of my…superiors. There are rumors that you are not exactly the most loyal subject of the Aldmeri Dominion. Highly unusual given that you’re a noble from a prominent family.”

Any trace of emotion vanished from the face of the high elf. He spoke softly, though a trace of venom coated his words. “What do you know of my “prominent family”, Dunmer? And, were I in your position, I would think carefully before answering.” To emphasize the point, only for the briefest of moments, fire danced along the tips of his fingers.

Stumbling over her words, the dark elf poorly attempted to ignore the threat. “I only…I only know what my superiors told me. That you are Saulas from the Highbinder family. The last of your line. And, that your family, though considered nobility by the common people, are widely ignored by other nobles. Also that your finances are fairly poor. And, that you took to performing mercenary work to pay off old family debts…”

The high elf silenced the dark elf with an agitated gesture. “Dunmer spies , as usual, are a bit behind on their information gathering. An ancestor of mine was one of the most sought after and highest paid hunters of dremora. He actually took to being called the ‘Demon’s bane.’ He was ultimately made a minor lord as a result of his popularity among the common folk. But, that is all it was…a title. There was never any power to go with it or lands, certainly no gold. My family line have lived off his earnings for hundreds of years, at least until my father blew it all on skooma. I paid off what debts he owed with interest, I am betting that those drug dealers and their dens are still smoking after the inferno I left them in. As for my mercenary work, I do it because it pays well and I am good at it. And, my finances are fine.” He rested his chin on his fist as he leaned against the table. “And, now that I have corrected years of poor research, perhaps you will get to the point of what you want.”

The Dunmer seemed overwhelmed by the tide of information, but tried to recover herself the best she could. “My superiors would like to know if you’re hirable on a permanent basis. To be blunt, they would like to know if your loyalty is for sale.”

The high elf smiled, though the smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You’re unfamiliar with the word ‘mercenary’ I take it?”

Ignoring the barb the Dunmer pushed on. “The Ebonheart Pact would be interested in a sorcerer like you from a respected family. The Dominion’s nobility may not appreciate what your ancestor did, but believe me…”

Flames danced across his fingers once more as the high elf angrily interrupted. “Stop trying to kiss my ass and give me a price. I care nothing for the Aldmeri Dominion, but switching sides when battles are beginning to break out is bad for business…unless of course the price is right.” Rather than respond, the dark elf slid him a sealed document. After breaking the seal and briefly going over the sum, he began to smile again.

“I take it the sum is acceptable Master Highbinder?” The dark elf asked.

“Don’t call me that.” He replied. “If I am leaving behind my home and my people, then I am leaving the name as well.”

“Then what shall we call you?” She asked.

The high elf responded with a laugh. “You may call me Cain…Cain Demonsbane.”

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Response:

Saighdiuir de na Sailetheach Donn
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Saighdiuir de na Sailetheach Donn
Replied On: 02/15/2014 at 05:07 AM PST
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nice story, we might be able to play some together read my post and think it over. 

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