Name: Daryl Dixon
Race: Half Imperial, half nord. He takes on his mothers imperial side more, unlike his brother who takes on after his fathers nord side.
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Afflictions: Daryl has no diseases.
Appearance: He looks to be in his early 30's, short brown hair and a goatee . I have a terrible description so I'll provide a picture.
On Daryls back he has multiple scars from his fathers abuse, he has some amount on his chest and stomach too.
Gear: Daryl mostly sticks to his crossbow for combat, he also carries a dagger used for gutting and skinning his prey, but occasionally used when things get too close and he has no alternative. He has a sleeveless olive coloured top, and a black leather jacket with angel wings on the back, and brown trousers.
Occupation/ Major skills: Daryl is a deadly marksman with his crossbow and is relatively strong, his style of living is hunting for the dinner table so he knows a fair bit about the southern part of Skyrim, he's an expert tracker and can track animals or people when the tracks seem faded away and gone to the untrained eye.
Personality: Daryl can often be seen as angry, hot headed and rude, in which he is. However he's nothing like his older brother Merle, Daryl isn't the kind to help you out to only rob you blind or kill you later, that's Merle. Getting close to Daryl can show who he really is, he looks out for those he cares about and serves undying loyalty. People would rarely see this and no one has thus far, but the potential is there for him to develop out of his brothers shadow and into his own person.
History: Daryl lived in a family of three. Him, his brother Merle, and his mother and father. Daryl and Merle lived within the plains of Whiterun hold, under the roof of their neglectful parents; their father being an alcoholic and abusive and their mother being both that and a chain-smoker. When Daryl was just 8, they lost their mother to a house fire that had been caused by her cigar while she was asleep after passing out drunk in bed. Merle was 16 at the time and was locked up in Whiterun with a day left on his 3 day sentence for getting into a fight with one of the other kids.
Merle raised Daryl to share his beliefs and be tough like a grown man. However he was too absent from Daryls life; part of that had to do with him serving time in Whiterun. This led Daryl having to frequently fend for himself. Once after his mothers death, when he was 10 years old, he got lost in the woods for 9 full days and lived off of juniper berries and used Tundra Cotton as a substitute for toilet paper. Merle was again serving a sentence in the Whiterun dungeon. When Daryl managed to find his way home, his father had not noticed his absence. He walked in through the back door then made himself a sandwich.
Both Daryl and Merle were physically abused by their father, causing Merle to abandon the family. Merle claims that he didn't know that his father was hurting him to but Daryl doesn't believe him.
Daryl is a survivalist relying on himself and is very slow to trust others.
Daryls brother Merle, a strong Stormcloak supporter, has been captured by the thalmor. They have agreed to free him, on the condition Daryl finds Elizabeth and brings her to the Aldmeri Dominion. Daryl would do almost anything to save his brother, so he will do what he will do.
Name: Elizabeth
Race: Imperial
Sex: Female
Age: 20
Appearance: She's 5 ft 6 with dark brown hair and beautiful blue eyes. She is a beautiful young woman looking like she's just out of her teens, as she is.
Gear: Elizabeth doesn't wear armour, being locked up her entire life she has only been given access to what she's been given such as what is shown in this picture.
Major skills: She is an excellent healer and lock smith.
History: Elizabeth is a twenty-year-old woman who has been imprisoned in the far reaches of High Rock since she was an infant. Daryl Dixon is sent to retrieve her from her captors, and bring her back to The Imperial City. She is guarded by Saphira, a monstrous, winged dragon who was both her guard and only friend during childhood; she began to hate her as she grew up, seeing her as a warden prohibiting her freedom. Her only company being Saphira and the books and things Saphira brought her she learnt a lot about history and the geography of the areas in Tamriel, she has never been able to explore them however. She learned a lot about lock picking while being locked up herself, this knowledge in no way could ever help her escape though. She has been able to practise healing magic, becoming an excellent healer and lock pick.
Personality: Despite years of isolation, Elizabeth has a free-willed, almost childlike spirit, demonstrated by her dancing and singing, and in her interaction with her surroundings. She is also somewhat mischievous, being able to pick locks. She has a biting wit and sarcastic humour, calling her companions out on their missteps without hesitation. At the same time, she possesses an immense amount of reserve and determination, as she is able to focus on her goals and move past stressful situations relatively quickly, though they are still shown to affect her deeply.
Because the only thing to keep her company in her prison was books, Elizabeth is a fountain of information, ranging from lock-picking to medical treatment.
Despite her immense intellect, her determination and lack of life experience have made her somewhat reckless, and she does not always think her plans through. She is also very naive, likening the Stormcloaks struggle. At first she sees them to be freedom fighters, helping their land. However, once she sees the consequences of what the war is doing she quickly changes her mind.
Elizabeth greatly dislikes killing, avoiding doing it herself whenever she can.