Character name: Jaquel Ali eben Ketanu eben Ketarr
Race: Redguard
Class: Warlock/Nightblade
Gender: Male
Age: 36
Looks: Handsome doesn't even seem to scratch the surface of this man's good looks, each line of his face, and muscled contour of his body is allmost -too- perfect, making his very form seem alien to most, repulsive, despite any underlying allure. A fine moustache and beard, trimmed, make thier' home on his lip and chin. Amber eyes shine like jewels, set amongst his dark skin, and his perfect white teeth seem to gleam whenever he smiles.
Personality: Amiable to a fault, and quick to jest and put those around him at ease, but those with a keen sense for people, would realise that it is all a facade, thier' suspicions confirmed when his eyes meet thiers' knowing full well those who are not taken for fools.
Equipment: Garbed in fine leather and worn silks, Jaquel seems to prefer very light armor, or no armor at all. Often he's seen with one of many slender curved knives dancing between his fingers, or in his teeth as he scales the high masts of ships, or swings from ropes. A slender boarding axe rests against his hip, with a broad bladed scimitar slung across the back of his waist, but he's seen to abandon them, in favor of his smaller blades in most cases.
Skills: A skilled bladesman and sailor, Jaquel is at home riding the salt waters of nirn, but his skill with weapons and experience at sea is not the only tool he uses well, a Warlock of considerable tallent, Jaquel uses his dark arts to decieve and corrupt. Curses to bring unluck and death, to Make the Dead walk, Enchantments to hide him from sight, muffle his steps, and drain the essences of others, are but a few of his tricks.
Combat Prefs: Seen leaping from high nests, and performing feats of acrobatic skill in combat, its enough to lead most to think him nothing more than a simple cuthroat, but every time Jaquel has survived a skirmish at sea, the crew of his captain's foes have reported skilled bladesmen with thier' throat cut, locked in cargo bays or veteran sailors, sure of foot and not known to slip on deck, falling from thier' heights to thier' death, or losing thier balance on deck, and falling into the sea, or onto a waiting blade. Some rumours even tell of great brawlers, renowned for thier' strength, found huddled under stairs, thier muscles turned to jelly under their very skin, unable to lift their great clubs.
no-one knows why jaquen does what he does, but jaquel. And those who try to find out, usually fall into the deep, all the while to the cry of "Man overboard!" from the lips, guarding the forked tongue of Jaquel Ali.
Story: little is known of Jaquel, save that the cuthroat's name is familliar to many a freebooter and privateer out of hammerfell, but after the unfortunate end of his last service, when the Lady's Scented Veil met her end without glory, at the hand of a hedge wizard, and his brigands, off the shore of winterhold. The one of two, known to have been seen walking away from the hulk, with swords dripping red with the blood of bandits, when they crossed the snow-shod mountains, it is said Jaquel was the only one to emerge alive, one ranging hunter, was said to have found a corpse in one of the rarely traveled passes, after tracking down a pack of ice wolves, his corpse gnawed and beyond recognition, thanks to the wolves and the elements, but one thing was for certain, his leg was missing from the knee down, he would never have been able to outrun the wolves. seemingly out of work, and longing for the seas again, Jaquel has been seen dicing with the company mariners and sailors that pass through solitude's winking skeever, waiting for that oppourtunity to present itself, Those few that would notice him when he steps aside, would spot him dicing seemingly to himself, cupping his hands over the result, but little do they know, that under his dark fingers, lie not dice, but a handfull of fingerbones.