Actually, here is my CC. This is just my second CC so it might be an epic fail
. Tell me what changes to make
Name: Viserion
Gender: Male
Race: Wood Elf
Age: 20
Appearance: He is tall and slender with quite long dark hair and light blue eyes that might get disturbing if anyone looks at them for quite long. He is not well muscled because he does not depend on physical power to defeat an enemy. He is quite fast, agile and quite which lets him sneak around an enemy to kill him or evade blows even from multiple targets. Finally he was born with a scar near his left eye in a shape that reminds the one of a dragon. When he is angry or agitated his left eye darkens in color.
Personality: The best way to describe him is as a cold and quiet person. He does not speak unless he has to. He is cold-blooded and calculates everything before doing something. However, if anything manages to make him angry then he loses control and attacks everything even if he kills himself. Finally he gets agitated if he is about to do something dangerous.
Class: Nightblade
Equipment: Two Daedric Daggers, Light Armor: Dragon Scale Armor set.
Quirks: If anything happens that makes him agitated he tends to lick his lips. A trait from his days with the Argonians.
Skills: Master: One handed, Light armor, Illusion
Expert: Sneak, Conjuration (Able reanimate corpses of powerful creatures for a little time), Destruction (Able to use: Fireball, Ice Spear, Incinerate and Thunderbolt)
History: He does not remember anything of his life at Valenwood, most likely because he never lived there. He was born with an odd scar near his left eye and they thought the baby was cursed and abandoned it. Luckily he was found and raised by an Argonian who lived at the black marsh. He trained as hard as he could and he became very skilled with dual daggers. But there was a problem, before he adapted to the harsh conditions at the black marsh he was injured and he could not use magic from his hands. He became depressed. He always wanted to do these amazing things with fire and ice like the mages of the village. Then someday, a dragon passed around his village hunting a deer. He saw with amazement how he shoot fire from his maw and came with an idea. Instead of focusing the magicka on his hands, he focused it on his mouth. When he released it, I small spark came out. After years of training he could not master the destruction skills but he was skilled enough to shoot expert level magic from his mouth and reanimate small animals. Finally he had the life he wished for… but everything changed when he was 16 years old. Some demons attacked and burned his village to the ground. When he went back the only things he saw were ashes, smoldered trees and ten of them eating an Argonian corpse. He could not control himself his right eye took the color of the abyss and cried tears of blood. He took a deep breath and he released a massive fireball killing six of them instantly. He drew his daggers and charged screaming, the last one begged him for his life and told him it was a very strong demon who gave them orders. He didn’t let him live… After some months he joined the Dark Brotherhood. Everyone was impressed by his skills but he didn’t care. He only waited for the day when his mission would be to kill the one who ruined his life…