Name:
Cecreal (Cee-creal) Harvey
Nickname:
Cecil
Age:
24
Race:
Redguard / Imperial halfbreed
Height:
182 CM
Weight:
71 Kgs
Occupation:
Bounty Hunter / Adventurer, former elite soldier.
History/Background:
Born in the White Gold City, his father a nobleman Imperial and his mother a incredibly skilled Redguard warrior. His parents had met because his mother, Valeera, was assigned to guard his father, Targon five years before Cecreal's birth. Targon's ancestors comes from Skyrim, most of his family did, actually, they were renowned as members of the Blades and talented dragon slayers back in the days where Dragons roamed Tamriel.
Because of the rich history of his paternal ancestors, Cecreal was always in danger of being targeted by the Dominion to eradicate every little piece of the Blades left, rumors were had that in order to protect himself and his family Targon had actually had his own brother, whom was a Blade assassinated.
Cecil was raised as a scholar, originally, he studied most of his days, both magic and science he was taught that the two should live in tandem with each other and not be exclusive. However, at the age of twleve he was starting to getting bullied and assaulted because of the fact that he was a halfbreed, and once he had had enough his Redguard blood started pumping fully and in a flash he had beaten both of his bullies up. His mother had glimpsed this and saw that her genes were as present in Cecil as his fathers were.
His mother started training Cecil and he proved to be a natural at everything she would teach him except archery, as no matter how hard they tried he could not shoot a bow. At the age of 18 his life would change again, he would come home one day from reading at the mage's guild library and would find the door to their manor broken open, inside he would find his mother lying dead on the floor four blades sticking out of her body. In the room he would also find six dead assailants. No doubt killed by Valeera. He heard movement in the basement and when he went to seek revenge, armed with a blade, he found his father in the basement, a knife in his chest, bleeding out.
His father told him how he should travel to Hammerfell and search out his birthright before he passed away in Cecil's arms. Cecil mourned his parents and tried to find their killers, but he could not. He decided to follow his father's last wishes and leave the imperial city and travel to hammerfell, to find what his "Birthright" was. He spent months searching, until he was taken captive by a gang of warriors working for a businessman whom only referred to himself as Mr.White. White was a sponsor for the local fighting arena and he forced Cecil to fight in said arena for the public's amusement, like a slave. Cecil hated it at first, but eventually he would find himself to actually enjoy the fight. Even crave it.
He fought in the arena for almost a year, now 20 years of age, he would be "bought" by a wealthy businessman who claimed he recognized Cecil's fighting style as it was the one used by his own family. He had found Valeera's brother, Tarn'o, his own uncle. Cecil explained what had happened, the news of his sister's passing was hard for Tarn'o to take, but he would see to it that Cecil would be taken care off. He would further Cecil's training and teach him how his parent's meeting wasn't coincidence, but it was rather a diplomatic ploy by Tarn'o and Valeera's parents, to send her off to guard the man whom just like them had ties to the ancient blades.
Ceci l would spend another two years in Hammerfell with his uncle where he worked as a soldier in every conflict worth a damn on the continent. It changed when his uncle saw him as an equal fighter to himself and bestowed upon him his birthright, the legendary armor of his family. "The Armor Of The Dark Knight" it was called as it's features was quite sinister and it's black and dark blue color scheme was rather ominous. Armed with his family heirloom, an ebony spear and a new sword he would set his aim on Targon's side of the family, hoping to discover equal secrets, and hopefully even find and get to learn from the still newly reformed Blades, hoping to seek their help in figuring out a way to fight the elves.
Personality:
Charming, driven and passionate.
Cecreal won't stop when he's tired, he will only stop when he is done. He is intelligent being raised as a scholar before he became a soldier. He is very understanding of other people and isn't quick to judge, as he himself has faced quite a lot of abuse because of his heritage and being a half bred. He is a quick and very effective soldier when he needs to be, his combat discipline is unmatched, and he lives by a strict code of honor, never to pick on someone weaker than himself.
He is largely uninterested in the politics of Skyrim, but is greatly interested in helping the empire break away from the Elves and is more than a little tired of seeing the Imperials being the lapdogs of the Elves.
Appearance:
Cecreal is a fairly handsome young man, his skin is golden due to his background as a halfbred, his hair is light brown, and his eyes are brown with a golden hint to them. He is built very compact being incredibly muscular yet keeping himself lean, allowing him to move quickly and deadly on the battlefield, even while wearing heavy armor.
His armor consists of a Ebony and Steel mix shaped to resemble a nordic design yet have very distinct Ebony features. His armor is still remarkably light, for a heavy armor, weighting about half of a regular Ebony armor.
Abilities:
Adrenaline Rush
Alteration Magic (Expert)
Destruction Magic (Adept)
Skills:
Two-Handed
Heavy Armor
Speechcraft
Alteration
Additional notes:
He carries a Ebony headed spear as well as a darkened steel sword enchanted with steal life.
He also carries a regular steel dagger and a black elven shield.
