PICTURES

Here are some characters that I have created, and some other people's characters.

Character Name: Joseph Hill
Race: Khajiit
Class: Level 14 Rogue
Affiliations: The Thieves Guild, Bandit
Lycanthropy: Bit once but cured at temple
Vampirism: Never afflicted
Skills: Primary-Long Blade 61, Lockpicking 55, Climbing 53, Major-Running-100, Jumping 47, Stealth 46, Minor-Critical Strike 39, Dodging 27, PickPocket 19, Streetwise 15, Mercantile 27 and Backstabbing 22.
Advantages: Adrenaline rush, Acute hearing, Atheleticism, Bonus to hit humanoid, Bonus to hit animal
Disadvantages: Inability to regenerate spell points, Darkness-powered magery lower in daylight, Darkness-powered magery unable to use in daylight, Light-powered magery lowered magic ability in darkness, Light-powered magery unable to use magic in darkness
Artifacts:none

You were born to a peasant family in a tiny village in the marshland of Kozanset. Your parents and older brothers were hard workers, proud of their strength and endurance. The only thing big about you was your appetite. You were of an inquisitive nature. No cupboard, closet, or drawer was safe from your prying eyes and fingers. You left no traces, but still your father and brothers beat you when they caught you. By the time you were eleven, they no longer caught you. Your father taught you sword-fighting and scaling walls, but you had no other schooling and wanted none.

Once, you climbed the wall of the local castle and spied on the young brats at practice. When their equipment was left lying about you took it for your own. In this way, you acquired a fine blade. You also adopted a jacket shed by its owner and wore it proudly about the village.

One day, you saw some village boys hurling stones and insults at an old woman named Teronia Androgulus. Moved by an impulse you did not understand, you flung rocks back at the boys. They laughed, but as you drew near, they turned and ran away. You went back to Teronia Androgulus and offered to see her to her door.

"Come inside," Teronia Androgulus said. "I have something for you." Her cottage was just one room, with cats and kittens everywhere. "Sit down," she said, removing two cats from a stool. "I'm going to teach you about locks and picks."

"The cats don't need training in locks," Tabatea Nision said. "You do. Or will. No matter.

" Thus your training began. Her hands could no longer perform, but her mind was still efficacious. You and Tabatea Nision became friends, as well as student and teacher.

On your sixteenth birthday, she told you that you must leave. Your little village was too small for someone of your talents.

"I also must move on. Perhaps some day you will visit me in the Iliac Bay? I would like that. Until then, I have my memories and my cats.

" On your way to the Imperial City, you stopped in an inn and heard that the Emperor was to pass the next day. Instead of sneaking into a room, you spent the night in a tree beside the road. You wanted to see the Emperor, later there would always be chances to see if the locals locked their windows.

The procession was very splendid indeed, but a nearby rustle drew your attention. A black clad man was crouching on a limb ten feet beneath you. You gasped before you could stop yourself, and he twisted around, bringing his bow to bear on you. With no time to draw a weapon, you flung yourself at him, and together you crashed down on the heads below, just as the Emperor's carriage drew abreast.

Hands seized you roughly. You felt dizzy and a trail of fire burned along your left arm. Poison! Then a white robed elf muttered an incantation over you. Your arm cooled and your head cleared. The Emperor himself thanked you and gave you a magnificent silver sword.

The local folk treated you to drinks and food and unaccustomed praise. Later you slipped away and found that in addition to a sparkling silver sword, the Emperor had handed you a note inviting you to share an audience with him at the Imperial Palace. You set out immediately.