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Champion of Grottos and Gremlins
Name: Teeksei
Nicknames: None
Race: Argonian
Fame: Somewhat famous hunter
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Gender: Male
Class: Ranged Hunter
Faction: None
Looks: Teeksei has the look of a man who lives among his prey. His scales are mainly dark as night, except for the part below his neck, which is yellow. He has a double claw scar on his right cheek and above his eyes spike out large bones in shape of two brows, not uncommon among his kind. He is rarely the tallest in any group, especially since he now lives in Skyrim, where all the nords are incredibly bulky. Thanks to his dislike of heavy weapons, his arms are not very muscled, unlike his legs, which are buffed with strength after many hours spent running. Thanks to his skin tone, only his yellow eyes can be seen glowing once he is hidden in a bush, preparing to attack.
Age: 28
Marital Status: Single
Current Residence: Any cave he is able to clear, although one has been marked on his map in Eastmarch, which holds all his hunting trophies
Religion: Worships the Hist
War: Neutral
Diseases: His tail is partially cut off.
Skills:
Equipment:
Powers:
Health: Above Average
Magicka: Low
Stamina: Very High
Likes: Alcohol, Nature, in a joyful way, Women, Himself, Money, Feeling Unseen
Dislikes: Idiots, Feeling empty pocketed, Thieves, Spriggans, Bandits, Close Combat
Acquaintances: Teeksei has traded often with the Khajiit caravans his illegal goods, and he can call them friends on most occasions.
Bio: Black Marsh was a very troubled place for Teeksei to live in. The conflicts with the dunmer from the past, and the rumours of invading the dark elves in the future were the main reason for him to leave that province. While there, he learned quite a lot about poisonous darts and their effects. He wandered Tamriel, hunting and selling pelts, through the strategy of enraging a predator with a dart, and kill it once it found a prey, gaining two pelts with one dart.
That life ceased when he came to Skyrim. Teeksei found many white skinned beasts that were worth a lot of money, and started to hunt them, even alive, once he developped the bola and learned to tangle it around an animal's feet, to sell them to illegal arenas where the beasts would battle for gambling, such as Cragslane. A special type of prey caught his attention. There were special types of white foxes that roamed Whiterun. Not even those from the snowy areas had a fur half as pale as theirs. Teeksei's fanatical hunting of that pure beast made its hunt outlawed, and forced him to do his job in secret, trading with the Khajiit instead.
The existence of these mighty beasts has set Teeksei on a search for any other type of animal similar to it, under the excuse of being a marksman for hire. Now, he roams the taverns of Skyrim, looking for a brave patron that will let him explore the province, as well as the game it has to offer.
Misc:
Most hated foes: Spriggans
Weakness: Teeksei is almost useless once anyone gets close to him
Strength: He is a trickster, capable of turning enemies against each other and imobilize a target in a matter of seconds, making him a valuable allie to have behind
Description: Jarl Balgruuf's New Law About Hunting
After many years with many white foxes roaming around our plains, their existence became threatened recently. The animals no longer eat the rats that bother us, and no longer accept the human presence near theirs. It is believed the exhaustive hunting of the foxes has caused this behavior, and so, I, Jarl Balgruuf, will outlaw any harm done to the white fox. Whoever gets caught breaking this new law will get 500 septims on his head.
Color: "I have the bolas to do this job!"
Nicknames: None
Race: Argonian
Fame: Somewhat famous hunter
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Gender: Male
Class: Ranged Hunter
Faction: None
Looks: Teeksei has the look of a man who lives among his prey. His scales are mainly dark as night, except for the part below his neck, which is yellow. He has a double claw scar on his right cheek and above his eyes spike out large bones in shape of two brows, not uncommon among his kind. He is rarely the tallest in any group, especially since he now lives in Skyrim, where all the nords are incredibly bulky. Thanks to his dislike of heavy weapons, his arms are not very muscled, unlike his legs, which are buffed with strength after many hours spent running. Thanks to his skin tone, only his yellow eyes can be seen glowing once he is hidden in a bush, preparing to attack.
Age: 28
Marital Status: Single
Current Residence: Any cave he is able to clear, although one has been marked on his map in Eastmarch, which holds all his hunting trophies
Religion: Worships the Hist
War: Neutral
Diseases: His tail is partially cut off.
Skills:
- Sneak (Expert)
- Bola Tossing (Expert)
- Blowgun Aiming (Adept)
Equipment:
- Copper bolas tied to his satchel on his back
- A variant of the Skaal clothing, although lighter, not so hot and without any origin from the tribe, instead of the hat, he puts on the hood when he feels like it
- A wooden blowgun, from which Teeksei fires darts at his prey
- Poisoned darts, Teeksei can choose which poison: Sedative, enraging or deadly, each doing its obvious effects
- A small dagger, carved out of a Horker's tusk, to skin animals or in case someone gets too close
Powers:
- Tracker's Instinct - Once a day, Teeksei can use a 6th sense to be aware of the presence of nearby wild life for a few minutes. As soon as he kills his first prey, the effect wears off.
Health: Above Average
Magicka: Low
Stamina: Very High
Likes: Alcohol, Nature, in a joyful way, Women, Himself, Money, Feeling Unseen
Dislikes: Idiots, Feeling empty pocketed, Thieves, Spriggans, Bandits, Close Combat
Acquaintances: Teeksei has traded often with the Khajiit caravans his illegal goods, and he can call them friends on most occasions.
Bio: Black Marsh was a very troubled place for Teeksei to live in. The conflicts with the dunmer from the past, and the rumours of invading the dark elves in the future were the main reason for him to leave that province. While there, he learned quite a lot about poisonous darts and their effects. He wandered Tamriel, hunting and selling pelts, through the strategy of enraging a predator with a dart, and kill it once it found a prey, gaining two pelts with one dart.
That life ceased when he came to Skyrim. Teeksei found many white skinned beasts that were worth a lot of money, and started to hunt them, even alive, once he developped the bola and learned to tangle it around an animal's feet, to sell them to illegal arenas where the beasts would battle for gambling, such as Cragslane. A special type of prey caught his attention. There were special types of white foxes that roamed Whiterun. Not even those from the snowy areas had a fur half as pale as theirs. Teeksei's fanatical hunting of that pure beast made its hunt outlawed, and forced him to do his job in secret, trading with the Khajiit instead.
The existence of these mighty beasts has set Teeksei on a search for any other type of animal similar to it, under the excuse of being a marksman for hire. Now, he roams the taverns of Skyrim, looking for a brave patron that will let him explore the province, as well as the game it has to offer.
Misc:
- Teeksei's tail was eaten by a bear, enthralled by a spriggan, which makes him afraid of those creatures
- He is not affected by racism
- His blowgun has a snake's head carved at its tip, with a mouth open, as if the animal was actually spitting the darts
- Teeksei is very expressive, and unlike many argonians, it can be noticed when he smiles or frowns
Most hated foes: Spriggans
Weakness: Teeksei is almost useless once anyone gets close to him
Strength: He is a trickster, capable of turning enemies against each other and imobilize a target in a matter of seconds, making him a valuable allie to have behind
Description: Jarl Balgruuf's New Law About Hunting
After many years with many white foxes roaming around our plains, their existence became threatened recently. The animals no longer eat the rats that bother us, and no longer accept the human presence near theirs. It is believed the exhaustive hunting of the foxes has caused this behavior, and so, I, Jarl Balgruuf, will outlaw any harm done to the white fox. Whoever gets caught breaking this new law will get 500 septims on his head.
Color: "I have the bolas to do this job!"