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
"50 gold per bowl, my dear!" Ahkari says with a snark smile.
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
"Those who made it back to Windhelm says it was those milk-drinking Imperials!" Elda exclaimed, "I don't know what'll happen. Apparently they are assembling a Stormcloak brigade to go rescue them."
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
"Hm, that's fair enough. We'll gut you like a horker if you pull any tricks." The Argonian says.
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
"Not at all!" Malthyr calls up. You try to open the chest but it won't budge.
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
After days of travel by boat, horse, and carriage, you finally have made it to Skyrim. Entering through Cyrodill, you find your slowing to a stop as you reach Falkreath late in the night.