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Name: Ratrama Herean
Age: 43
Gender: M
Race: Dunmer
Bio: Incredibly merciless and uncaringAppearance: average height, stocky, firey red eyes and hair, covered in tatoos from head to toe
Occupation: Hired Blade
Hometown: Immigrant from Morrowind
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Inventory: Blue Tunic, Brown Pants, Brown Boots, Cooked Beef, Apple, Wine, 3 Lockpicks
Gold: 40 G
Magic/Abilities: Fire Resistance
Equipment: Iron Armor, Iron Boots, Iron Gauntlets, Iron Mace
Condition: Healthy

I whisk out my lockpicks and set to work. "Only thing I see up here is an old, rusty sword." i shout.

Name: Ratrama Herean
Age: 43
Gender: M
Race: Dunmer
Bio: Incredibly merciless and uncaring
Appearance: average height, stocky, firey red eyes and hair, covered in tatoos from head to toe
Occupation: Hired Blade
Hometown: Immigrant from Morrowind
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Inventory: Blue Tunic, Brown Pants, Brown Boots, Cooked Beef, Apple, Wine, 2 Lockpicks
Gold: 40 G
Magic/Abilities: Fire Resistance
Equipment: Iron Armor, Iron Boots, Iron Gauntlets, Iron Mace
Condition: Healthy

You see if you can get the lock open with the first pick. (Heads-Open, Tails-Broken)
The pick breaks! Do you try again?
Chest = Tails

Name: Erik Fletcher
Age: 24
Gender: M
Race: Khajiit.
Bio: A street urchin for as long as he can remember. Erik worked for a street gang who made their money through any means necessary. The young ones either begged or stole, getting into places that the adults couldn't fit through. Young adults stole and mugged while adults, those few that survived that long, ran the groups taking in tax from their underlings. Some were welcomed into the assassins guild or the thieves guild, sometimes both. As an adult Erik based himself in Riften to search for the thieves guild to join.
Appearance: Black fur with gray streaks and yellow eyes.
Occupation: Beggar (implies all the things you listed)
Hometown: Solitude.
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Inventory: 1 Bottle of Skooma, Cup, Fur Boots, 3 Lockpicks
Gold: 8 G
Magic/Abilities: Night Vision
Equipment: Footwraps, Ragged Trousers, Iron Dagger
Condition: Healthy

"Careful. Even horkers have tusks." I say with a grin, before laughing again, "Ehehehe, couldn't keep a straight face there."

Name: Erik Fletcher
Age: 24
Gender: M
Race: Khajiit.
Bio: A street urchin for as long as he can remember. Erik worked for a street gang who made their money through any means necessary. The young ones either begged or stole, getting into places that the adults couldn't fit through. Young adults stole and mugged while adults, those few that survived that long, ran the groups taking in tax from their underlings. Some were welcomed into the assassins guild or the thieves guild, sometimes both. As an adult Erik based himself in Riften to search for the thieves guild to join.
Appearance: Black fur with gray streaks and yellow eyes.
Occupation: Beggar (implies all the things you listed)
Hometown: Solitude.
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Inventory: 1 Bottle of Skooma, Cup, Fur Boots, 3 Lockpicks
Gold: 8 G
Magic/Abilities: Night Vision
Equipment: Footwraps, Ragged Trousers, Iron Dagger
Condition: Healthy

He cuts you free.

Name: Ratrama Herean
Age: 43
Gender: M
Race: Dunmer
Bio: Incredibly merciless and uncaring
Appearance: average height, stocky, firey red eyes and hair, covered in tatoos from head to toe
Occupation: Hired Blade
Hometown: Immigrant from Morrowind
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Inventory: Blue Tunic, Brown Pants, Brown Boots, Cooked Beef, Apple, Wine, 2 Lockpicks
Gold: 40 G
Magic/Abilities: Fire Resistance
Equipment: Iron Armor, Iron Boots, Iron Gauntlets, Iron Mace
Condition: Healthy

Yes, I do

Name: Azular
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Race: Khajiit
Bio: Having lived in a Nomadic family Azular learned various traveling ideas and when she became 18 she decided to add a purpose to her Nomadic life and became a Trader/Merchant.
Appearance: Feline figure with Glossy Jet-Black fur with a slight grey around the eyes, no extra long hair on her head.
Occupation: Trader/Merchant
Hometown: Nowhere.
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Inventory: 3 Bottles of Skooma, 2 Apples, Cooked Chicken
Gold: 40 G
Magic/Abilities: Night Vision
Equipment: Light Blue Dress, Brown Shoes, Iron Dagger
Condition: Healthy

With a smile "How about 30 for a fellow Khajiit?"

Name: Azular
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Race: Khajiit
Bio: Having lived in a Nomadic family Azular learned various traveling ideas and when she became 18 she decided to add a purpose to her Nomadic life and became a Trader/Merchant.
Appearance: Feline figure with Glossy Jet-Black fur with a slight grey around the eyes, no extra long hair on her head.
Occupation: Trader/Merchant
Hometown: Nowhere.
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Inventory: 3 Bottles of Skooma, 2 Apples, Cooked Chicken
Gold: 40 G
Magic/Abilities: Night Vision
Equipment: Light Blue Dress, Brown Shoes, Iron Dagger
Condition: Healthy

"Oh my sweet, that's not even close to a fair deal. How long have you been a merchant for?" Ahkari inquires.

Name: Ratrama Herean
Age: 43
Gender: M
Race: Dunmer
Bio: Incredibly merciless and uncaring
Appearance: average height, stocky, firey red eyes and hair, covered in tatoos from head to toe
Occupation: Hired Blade
Hometown: Immigrant from Morrowind
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Inventory: Blue Tunic, Brown Pants, Brown Boots, Cooked Beef, Apple, Wine, 2 Lockpicks
Gold: 40 G
Magic/Abilities: Fire Resistance
Equipment: Iron Armor, Iron Boots, Iron Gauntlets, Iron Mace
Condition: Healthy

You try again.

Chest = Tails

Name: Ratrama Herean
Age: 43
Gender: M
Race: Dunmer
Bio: Incredibly merciless and uncaring
Appearance: average height, stocky, firey red eyes and hair, covered in tatoos from head to toe
Occupation: Hired Blade
Hometown: Immigrant from Morrowind
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Inventory: Blue Tunic, Brown Pants, Brown Boots, Cooked Beef, Apple, Wine, 1 Lockpick
Gold: 40 G
Magic/Abilities: Fire Resistance
Equipment: Iron Armor, Iron Boots, Iron Gauntlets, Iron Mace
Condition: Healthy

"You any good at picking locks?"

Name: Erik Fletcher
Age: 24
Gender: M
Race: Khajiit.
Bio: A street urchin for as long as he can remember. Erik worked for a street gang who made their money through any means necessary. The young ones either begged or stole, getting into places that the adults couldn't fit through. Young adults stole and mugged while adults, those few that survived that long, ran the groups taking in tax from their underlings. Some were welcomed into the assassins guild or the thieves guild, sometimes both. As an adult Erik based himself in Riften to search for the thieves guild to join.
Appearance: Black fur with gray streaks and yellow eyes.
Occupation: Beggar (implies all the things you listed)
Hometown: Solitude.
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Inventory: 1 Bottle of Skooma, Cup, Fur Boots, 3 Lockpicks
Gold: 8 G
Magic/Abilities: Night Vision
Equipment: Footwraps, Ragged Trousers, Iron Dagger
Condition: Healthy

I stretch, "Ah that feels good, so, what's the plan?"

Name: Ratrama Herean
Age: 43
Gender: M
Race: Dunmer
Bio: Incredibly merciless and uncaring
Appearance: average height, stocky, firey red eyes and hair, covered in tatoos from head to toe
Occupation: Hired Blade
Hometown: Immigrant from Morrowind
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Inventory: Blue Tunic, Brown Pants, Brown Boots, Cooked Beef, Apple, Wine, 1 Lockpick
Gold: 40 G
Magic/Abilities: Fire Resistance
Equipment: Iron Armor, Iron Boots, Iron Gauntlets, Iron Mace
Condition: Healthy

"I'm not bad... I'll give it a shot!" Malthyr says as he comes upstairs. You give him your last lockpick and he opens the chest after a bit of brute force. The chest contains:

1 Iron Shield
30 Gold
2 Lockpicks
1 Steel Ax
3 Cups
2 Plates

Name: Erik Fletcher
Age: 24
Gender: M
Race: Khajiit.
Bio: A street urchin for as long as he can remember. Erik worked for a street gang who made their money through any means necessary. The young ones either begged or stole, getting into places that the adults couldn't fit through. Young adults stole and mugged while adults, those few that survived that long, ran the groups taking in tax from their underlings. Some were welcomed into the assassins guild or the thieves guild, sometimes both. As an adult Erik based himself in Riften to search for the thieves guild to join.
Appearance: Black fur with gray streaks and yellow eyes.
Occupation: Beggar (implies all the things you listed)
Hometown: Solitude.
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Inventory: 1 Bottle of Skooma, Cup, Fur Boots, 3 Lockpicks
Gold: 8 G
Magic/Abilities: Night Vision
Equipment: Footwraps, Ragged Trousers, Iron Dagger
Condition: Healthy

"Well, my friend, you and I are two of the same. The only difference is that I have a posse, a group to watch my hide," The Argonian says, "I am Jaree-Ra, the leader of The Blackblood Marauders."

Name: Azular
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Race: Khajiit
Bio: Having lived in a Nomadic family Azular learned various traveling ideas and when she became 18 she decided to add a purpose to her Nomadic life and became a Trader/Merchant.
Appearance: Feline figure with Glossy Jet-Black fur with a slight grey around the eyes, no extra long hair on her head.
Occupation: Trader/Merchant
Hometown: Nowhere.
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Inventory: 3 Bottles of Skooma, 2 Apples, Cooked Chicken
Gold: 40 G
Magic/Abilities: Night Vision
Equipment: Light Blue Dress, Brown Shoes, Iron Dagger
Condition: Healthy

She smiles "Long enough to try to see if someone is stupid first, 40 would be a fair deal."

Name: Erik Fletcher
Age: 24
Gender: M
Race: Khajiit.
Bio: A street urchin for as long as he can remember. Erik worked for a street gang who made their money through any means necessary. The young ones either begged or stole, getting into places that the adults couldn't fit through. Young adults stole and mugged while adults, those few that survived that long, ran the groups taking in tax from their underlings. Some were welcomed into the assassins guild or the thieves guild, sometimes both. As an adult Erik based himself in Riften to search for the thieves guild to join.
Appearance: Black fur with gray streaks and yellow eyes.
Occupation: Beggar (implies all the things you listed)
Hometown: Solitude.
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Inventory: 1 Bottle of Skooma, Cup, Fur Boots, 3 Lockpicks
Gold: 8 G
Magic/Abilities: Night Vision
Equipment: Footwraps, Ragged Trousers, Iron Dagger
Condition: Healthy

I put my hand out, "Erik is the name, and what do you know of me anyway to make such a comment?" I say with a slight grin.

Name: Leif
Age: 30
Gender: M
Race: Nord
Bio: Grew up on one of Eastmarch's remote farms and has worked as a farmhand until adulthood, when the farm was attacked and laid to waste by a group of frost trolls. He and his parents survived and moved to Windhelm where he took on the post of a city guard to feed them. He kept his post even after his parents died; his days consist of guard duty in the Stone Quarter and his nights are spent drinking mead at Candlehearth Hall. Has the rare occasion now and then to join in on a bandit raid outside town.
Appearance: A burly Nord with long dark braids and a blue Nord tattoo on his face.
Occupation: Guard
Hometown: Windhelm
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Inventory: 1 Bottle of Nord Mead, (70%) Bread, (50%) Cooked Beef, Barracks Key, 1 Lockpick
Gold: 40 G
Magic/Abilities: Cold Resistance
Equipment: Belted Tunic, Fur Boots, Iron Axe
Condition: Healthy

"By the Gods, the Imperials are more shrewd than I thought; unless those Thalmor dogs had their hand in it too. Yeah, Galmar will surely lead a regiment to get Ulfric out, or die trying. Wouldn't want to come anywhere near him right now, he must have gone berserk at the news *shudders* ".
I finish beef and bread, order and pay another mug of mead, and after some more chatting with Elda and two other guards, I get ready to leave. "The stormcloaks and us guards will surely be needed tomorrow", I tell Elda; "better be well rested. Gods bless you!" I step out of Candlehearth Hall and head for the barracks.

Name: Magnus
Age: 20
Gender: M
Race:Altmer
Bio: Magnus was born in the summerset isles and trained in magic for a time before leaving the isles. Partly due to wanting travel and partly due to getting tried of the stuck up nature of his people so he left. Magus came to skyrim looking for artifacts to sell or keep for himself.
Appearance: slightly smaller that the regular high elf with gold colored eyes and short messy charcoal black hair.
Occupation: Traveling mage, artifact collector/seller
Hometown: Summerset isle
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I FILL THIS OUT
Inventory: 3 Carrots, Cooked Beef, 1 Bottle of Ale, 4 Lockpicks
Gold: 40 G
Magic/Abilities: Fury, Flames, Healing
Equipment: Blue Mage Robes w/ Hood, Iron Dagger, Black Boots
Condition: Healthy

I yawn as i walk towards the inn. "Hmmm Dead Man's Drink bit of a odd name. But its their inn i suppose." I say to myself after reading the sign before heading in.

Name: Azular
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Race: Khajiit
Bio: Having lived in a Nomadic family Azular learned various traveling ideas and when she became 18 she decided to add a purpose to her Nomadic life and became a Trader/Merchant.
Appearance: Feline figure with Glossy Jet-Black fur with a slight grey around the eyes, no extra long hair on her head.
Occupation: Trader/Merchant
Hometown: Nowhere.
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Inventory: 3 Bottles of Skooma, 2 Apples, Cooked Chicken
Gold: 40 G
Magic/Abilities: Night Vision
Equipment: Light Blue Dress, Brown Shoes, Iron Dagger
Condition: Healthy

"Hmmmmm, you are wise. But you have a lot to learn. Akhari wants to take you with her! Teach you my ways," Ahkari says.

Name: Erik Fletcher
Age: 24
Gender: M
Race: Khajiit.
Bio: A street urchin for as long as he can remember. Erik worked for a street gang who made their money through any means necessary. The young ones either begged or stole, getting into places that the adults couldn't fit through. Young adults stole and mugged while adults, those few that survived that long, ran the groups taking in tax from their underlings. Some were welcomed into the assassins guild or the thieves guild, sometimes both. As an adult Erik based himself in Riften to search for the thieves guild to join.
Appearance: Black fur with gray streaks and yellow eyes.
Occupation: Beggar (implies all the things you listed)
Hometown: Solitude.
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Inventory: 1 Bottle of Skooma, Cup, Fur Boots, 3 Lockpicks
Gold: 8 G
Magic/Abilities: Night Vision
Equipment: Footwraps, Ragged Trousers, Iron Dagger
Condition: Healthy

"Have you looked at yourself? You're wearing rags. You only had eight gold on you as well," he says with a smile, "How'd you like to start making a bit more?"

Name: Leif
Age: 30
Gender: M
Race: Nord
Bio: Grew up on one of Eastmarch's remote farms and has worked as a farmhand until adulthood, when the farm was attacked and laid to waste by a group of frost trolls. He and his parents survived and moved to Windhelm where he took on the post of a city guard to feed them. He kept his post even after his parents died; his days consist of guard duty in the Stone Quarter and his nights are spent drinking mead at Candlehearth Hall. Has the rare occasion now and then to join in on a bandit raid outside town.
Appearance: A burly Nord with long dark braids and a blue Nord tattoo on his face.
Occupation: Guard
Hometown: Windhelm
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Inventory: 1 Bottle of Nord Mead, (70%) Bread, (50%) Cooked Beef, Barracks Key, 1 Lockpick
Gold: 40 G
Magic/Abilities: Cold Resistance
Equipment: Belted Tunic, Fur Boots, Iron Axe
Condition: Healthy

You step outside and look around. You turn around and start walking towards the Palace of the Kings. But you notice something pushed up against the inn. It's slowly becoming caked in the ever-present snowfall... but it looks like a body.

Name: Magnus
Age: 20
Gender: M
Race:Altmer
Bio: Magnus was born in the summerset isles and trained in magic for a time before leaving the isles. Partly due to wanting travel and partly due to getting tried of the stuck up nature of his people so he left. Magus came to skyrim looking for artifacts to sell or keep for himself.
Appearance: slightly smaller that the regular high elf with gold colored eyes and short messy charcoal black hair.
Occupation: Traveling mage, artifact collector/seller
Hometown: Summerset isle
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Inventory: 3 Carrots, Cooked Beef, 1 Bottle of Ale, 4 Lockpicks
Gold: 40 G
Magic/Abilities: Fury, Flames, Healing
Equipment: Blue Mage Robes w/ Hood, Iron Dagger, Black Boots
Condition: Healthy

You enter the inn and see a man in the corner playing the lute and a women behind the bar. A few people are sitting around eating or drinking. But the place is pretty empty. "Welcome to the Dead Man's Drink," she says, "Let me know if you need anything."