Name: Dreekius
Age: 42
Race: Argonian (Male)
Appearance:
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Skills: Major skill - Sneak; Minor skills - Alchemy, One-handed, Pickpocket
Weapons: Dreekius favors the Dagger, and can use any dagger with extreme proficiency and prejudice. His own dagger is Ebony, and he often times poisons the blade with his own potions.
Bio: Some have described Dreekius as 'touched in the head.' Maybe they were right, in a sense, but Dreekius is far from stupid or mentally fragmented. His personal tastes are somewhat disturbing, thus earning him the place of the oddball. It was discovered early on that he had
somehow developed a taste for Argonian flesh. The tale of how this came to pass is his knowledge alone. He seldom ever shares that bit of knowledge, and those who have known are dead. That's not to say that he told them with the intent to kill them. Well, not all of them.
Over time, Dreekius was forced to leave the Black Marsh. He traveled to Vvardenfell and Solstheim, where he spent a number of his years makling an honest living by working the mines on Solstheim and learning the trade of Alchemy. It wasn't really all that long before he fell back into his old habits; He was discovered dining on Nord flesh, and he barely escaped with his life. Dreekius thereafter accepted his uniqueness, deciding that he would not try to be something that he wasn't. He's been living the life of a rogue thief and killer ever since.
Now, it's time for another change. Dreekius has grown somewhat tired of his solitude, and wishes to find others who may accept him and his unusual desires. As of late, he has felt the urge, the
desire, to join his will with Sithis.
Other: Hail Sithis.