Name: Haneemus
Race: Argonian
Class: Warrior/Mercenary
Gender: Male
Appearance: Bright red scaly skin with a pattern of black (outer layer of the shape) and dark green (inner layer of the shape) spots shaped like diamonds and circles (picture the patterns of a snake's scales but in these colors) he has
eyes like this (click on this), thin but long nostrils in front of his snout, light green streaks of war-paint protruding south from his eyelids, an "X" like scar on his tail, very burly looking but somewhat shorter than the average Argonian, two thick rhino-like horns sprouting from the top of his head
Age: Ranging from Early 40's to Mid-40's, approximately 43.
Birth-sign: The Lord
Weapons: Ebony Javelin with a thick, long blade and a bunch of long throwing knives for guerilla warfare tactics he was taught back in Argonia. Uses the Javelin for close combat too if needed.
Armor: Full set (except the head) of unique Heavy Armor designed entirely to fit Argonians that was forged from the bones of dead animals in Black Marsh/Argonia, and mixed with a couple of Iron Chains and a bit of Leather straps along with a bunch of various-colored feathers surrounding the waist like a belt. Unique Steel Helmet that also was designed to fit Argonians, particularly Haneemus, since the helmet has holes for his Rhino-like horns to fit through.
Main Skills: Two-Handed, Sneak (for guerilla warfare tactics), One-Handed (throwing knives and sometimes his Javelin), Lockpicking (Due to his Argonian instincts), Heavy Armor, Smithing, Alchemy.
Personality: Very serious and stern, likes to get straight to business. Very versatile, can make good out of any bad situation. Loves a good fight, be it fists or weapons. Loves adventures. Somewhat arrogant and selfish.
Bio: Haneemus was born in Black Marsh and when he grew to adulthood he served as a guard for the Argonian city of Thorn. He found the job extremely boring, only arresting a couple of citizens for petty thievery and other minor offenses, and never defending the city from attacks or anything exciting. He grew tired of it, and thought of becoming a mercenary. He pondered and considered it, daydreaming on his guard duty about it instead of doing what he was supposed to. Finally he couldn't take it anymore, he felt as if being a mercenary was his true calling. One day he ventured out to the inner swamps of Argonia where most of the Hist trees were located, and climbed up the stone, grey colored, pyramid-like building where the Argonian King of Black Marsh resided and asked him if he could retire. The king nodded, but said that he could only retire when they had someone else to fill his position, and that there was no one eligible at the moment. Haneemus nodded and sighed from disappointment, he bowed before he left the king's presence to show respect, and traveled back to Thorn. After a month of waiting, Haneemus received a letter from an Argonian courier that stated,
"Haneemus, I have found another marsh-soldier willing to take your place if you still wish to retire. Return to me if so. - King of Argonia". So Haneemus did just that and handed his standard Argonian guard armor to the new soldier standing before him and walked away, however he kept his Javelin. Weeks later, he hunted a couple of the native beasts in Black Marsh and forged some new armor out of their bones in a similiar style and appearance to the standard Argonian guard armor he had before, but he was smart enough to include some minor differences so none of the Argonian citizens would've confused him for a guard. After a couple of months, he left Black Marsh and journeyed all over Tamriel to be a mercenary. He is now a well known mercenary and very wealthy.