Del-Rah

[Del-Rah]

DEL-RAH
[DEL]

PICTURE I | PICTURE II

AGE: 23
GENDER: Male
SPECIES:

Argonian. He is also part Orc, as his father was an Orc, although he shows more characteristics of an Argonian, and his 'father' - Braizer, read history for details - was an Argonian, thus he believes he is full blooded.

BIRTHPLACE: Imperial City in Cyrodiil
CURRENT RESIDENCE:

Skyrim; his residence usually varies, as he rarely stays in one place for more than a week, although, seeing as he is part of the Companions, he calls Jorrvaskr his home.

BIIRTHDATE: 14^th of Hearthfire, 4E 180
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
RELIGION:

Del was not really raised to beleive in any sort of relegion, thus just has a neutral feeling towards all of the Gods and Goddess. More like a, "They're there. That's nice. I'm going to walk this way, alright? Alright," sort of feeling. He knows that they are there, and that's just great, but he does not try to take the time to pray to them, nor does he really try to make a conversation of them unless someone else starts it.

GUARDIAN STONE: Warrior
JOB:

Sellsword. Del-Rah commonly does random missions and tasks for people who otherwise can't do it themselves, as long as there's pay in it for him. There are rare occasion where he won't ask for it, but with three mouths to fee, you'd better have a good reason not to pay.

FACTION:

Associates with Companions, and often does missions for them and helps around there in exchange for food and a place to sleep. He does not, however, always stay there, and commonly comes and goes as he pleases. He does know a lot of the people there, if not personally, though.

FACTION POSITION:

To put it simple, he isn't exactly a grunt or new ranking member, but he does not qualify to be part if the Inner Circle, or anything like that. He has worked enough to where he has made some sort of a name for himself, although he doesn't plan on making a big show of himself in the Companions to where everyone and their parents know his name.

SUPERIOR ABILITY:

• One Handed
  

II STRONGEST ABILITIES:

• Block
  
• Light Armor
  

MAJOR ABILITIES:

• Archery
  
• Sneak
  
• Lockpick
  
• Smithing
  
• Restoration
  

MINOR ABILITIES:

• Heavy Armor
  
• Two Handed
  
• Pick Pocket
  
• Alchemy
  
• Anything Magic
  

APPEARANCE:

BASIC; Del stands at roughly five feet and nine inches if he isn't slumped over and trying not to attract too much attention to himself. His frame is rather slim, almost made for sneaking, yet he still has some muscle on him, and commonly can lift a weapon better than he can sneak around and steal from people. His eyes are a pale yellow, with his pupils black and like slits in the middle. His lizard-like skin is mostly green with some red markings, and his neck being a rather pale or light yellow. He has two rather large horns positioned on the back of his head and slightly to the side, with smaller ones running from the top of his head to the back and aligned in two rows, as well as smaller horns where his eyebrows would be if he had hair. He has a couple scars running down the left side of his face, a couple looking as if they are going through his eyes, and connecting whenever he closes his eyes. They are a deep red and hard to miss whenever his hood is down. His tail has a mix of red and green, with small spikes running down the top of the tail and a pale yellow on the bottom of the tail; it also often looks limp, as if broken, whenever he walks, and commonly drags along as well. It also has some scars of its own that are sometimes hard to find unless you look closely.

CLOTHING; Being a fan of light armor, that's all Del usually wears. It's steel, and it's similar to Imperial Armor, however, whenever he is asked, Del will simply state that he manged to remake some armor and thus make it his own. On his back, he wears a quiver of arrows, although you rarely see him wearing a bow, too, unless he is out hunting, thus he keeps it on his back to move around better. His steel sword is attached to his side and commonly in it's sheath unless provoked to bring it out, and he wears a hide shield that looks pretty tattered and worn on his right arm. He also wears a hood with his outfit, and it's usually kept up to conceal his face. Del-Rah commonly says, when asked about it, that he keeps it up so he can always keep his identity concealed unless otherwise needed, and rarely gives out any other explanation when pushed. The hood seems to have no other use than that. He also wears a silver necklace with a ruby and sapphire in the middle, and it's always kept hidden under his armor.

WORD COUNT: 410

PERSONALITY:

QUIET; Although Del can be rough and rowdy, he is also very quiet, and tends to keep to himself unless he's either selling or buying something, or someone talks to him first. Or something happens to where he has - or rather feels obliged - to talk to someone. He would probably be the man in the crowd who everyone who walk around him due to his rather large appearance and the hood that is almost always over his head, hiding his face. He would also be the one in the meadry or inn sitting hunched over in a corner, looking down at his drink and trying to ignore everyone. You would almost forget he's there sometimes, due to the fact that he rarely talks unless given a reason to. This can commonly be good as he won't disturpt anything or interrupt someone and their conversation, and usually everyone leaves him alone, thus he is in turn left alone.

KIND SPIRITED; Even though he may seem mean or intimidating, Del-Rah is a rather nice guy. He was raised by his father to, at least, put on a ruse and act nice around others you don't know unless they've insulted you, and not to judge a book by it's cover. So of course, he can be nice to others, even if it is just a ruse, although he seems to be acting natural around his elders and any children, as well animals that act friendly towards him. 'Treat others the way you would want to be treated,' as the saying goes, and Del seems to be doing a pretty good job thus far when it comes to treating others the way he wants to be treated.

FRIENDLY; Along with kind hearted, Del-Rah can be friendly once you start getting him into a good conversation. Del is also friendly in that if someone needs help, like a woman accidently dropping her basket of goods, or a child having lost a toy to the small waterway of a city, he will normally be the first one to help if no one else goes to help him. It's quite nice of him to do things for people he does not know, but it's always good to help others if they need it. You may not know who they really might be, of course, and one would simply hate to do wrong to someone who was of a high class society. Plus, helping others could possibly get you known rather quickly.

BRAVE; Del-Rah is a rather brave Argonian, willing to take on just about any enemy - except for, maybe, a Giant or a Mammoth - if there is a good reason to do so. Some may call this stupid, as sometimes he can rush into battle without thinking of the consequences, however, you win some and you loose some, correct? Plus, how will you be able to achieve anything is you simply stand back and watch everyone else as they do it for you?You can't, really, unless you're either really weak or are really good at persuading or intimidating people into believing you or doing what you want them to do. If someone can't get it done right, then you might as well do it yourself, right? At least, that's what Del-Rah believes.

FIGHTER; Del was raised to know how to defend himself and others, and when it comes down to it, Del-Rah is a fighter. Weather defending himself in a fight or helping someone else from getting killed, Del will go into a battle - sometimes head first - if it means getting out of anywhere alive. As well, he sometimes goes into a battle without thinking, although this reason usually goes along with the fact that someone he cares about might be in trouble, and, in that case, well, he'll obviously go in head first and without thinking to go and save them. He will probably be rarely beaten down in a fight, although he knows when he to call it quits and when to back off when needed.

LOYAL; Del-Rah, although he sometimes may not act like it, is a rather loyal person. Once you become good friends with him or he dubs you as such, he will be rather loyal to you, and will be there for you in a moment's notice if you need it. Of course, you'd have to earn both his trust and loyalty before you get his, which is understandable. This loyalty also veers towards people with higher up positions; rarely will he show loyalty towards them unless they have done something to prove that they are good leaders and someone to trust in his time of need. It may sound absurd to some people, however, to Del, it is a rather just decision. You can't be loyal to someone if they aren't worth giving your loyalty to, after all.

JUSTICE; Del believes that justice is brought onto all whom deserve it, and thus, does not believe things that are unjust to be, well, right. Sure, he sometimes steals and picks locks, but that is on the rare occasion, and when he is fresh out of coin. He commonly dislikes people whom steal for a living who are able bodied, as those who are able to work for their money the right way, should. Stealing from those whom are unsuspecting or otherwise do not deserve it is wrong, as well as taking lives from people who are innocent or have not yet been punished rightfully for their crimes. A rather petty personality trait, although, being raised in a rather calm childhood, Del-Rah rarely knows any better.

WORD COUNT: 946

HISTORY:

Del-Rah's past starts with his parents. Or rather, his birth parents. Cyrodiil, as much of Tamriel, was still feeling the recesses of the Oblivion Crisis, even though it happened much longer ago than one would assume with the worry spreading and Tamriel still in chaos. His mother, an Argonian, was a sweet woman and very cheerful, having a life of selling fruits and vegetables around Cyrodiil, while her husband, an Orc, worked in the Imperial Legion, and was constantly on the move. The Argonian found out she was carrying a child within her a couple of months after her husband was sent away on a mission in Skyrim. She was ecstatic, in the very least, as, after having been married for a few years, the couple had yet to conceive a child. That seemed to change when Skyrim, along with parts of Tamriel, seemed to slowly run into chaos.

Fearing for the worst, and not hearing anything back from her husband in a long while, as well as easily impressionable by those around her, the Argonian quickly got her possessions together and moved to Imperial City. There, within six months, she had her child; a little boy who mimicked her more in species, yet his father more in color and frame, who she fell in love with at first site. Her frightened maternal instincts not long after she recovered, and one night she snuck away from her boarding place, traveling on foot to the very outskirts of the city. Her worst fear was that, being married to an Imperial Soldier, she and her family would be the first to go if something went terribly wrong, and she at least wanted to get her son to a safe place before that happened, and tell her husband the news whenever he got home. It was near midnight when she found an old house still lite by candlelight, and, hearing that a merchant of the sorts - a rather reserved yet seemingly nice fellow - lived there, the Argonian woman and kissed her bundle on the forehead before creeping up to the door, placing him on the rocky doorstep and knocking rather loudly before darting off into the night. Such banging woke up the child, and his crying echoed through the night. A dog barked from inside the house, and rather quickly, a man answered the door; and an Argonian, at that!

He was rather confused, although, after looking around for any traces of who might have left the baby there, he quickly took it inside. Having not taken care of a child before, Braizer, the merchant, had doubted keeping him and tried to find someone who would keep the baby. However, parents who would want to adopt a child, especially an Argonian, whereas most of the inhabitants of Cyrodiil were either Man or Mer, and an Argonian obviously looked well different than them, Braizer simply kept the child to raise as his own. Since there was no note with the child that gave even the tiniest information about him on it, Braizer himself decided to give the child a name, and picked the first good one to come to mind: Del-Rah.

***

Del lived a nearly simple and normal life. He grew up with just a father, and rarely questioned as to why he only had one parents instead of two. Whenever he did, Braizer's simple reply was, "You'll understand more when you're older." Del, of course, always shrugged this off, and sometimes forgot he even asked his father of it. Since he could walked, he often liked to help his father around the house and barn since he could not go with his father to travel around and sell and buy things. He mostly helped in the small barn and two paddocks outside their house, which enclosed a mare in one paddock, and two Oxen in the other, as well as a cart around the back of the barn. He also made good friends with his father's dog.

His favorite thing to do was go to the Imperial City with his father whenever they needed supplies or his father was selling some things for some Septim. He loved the big city, and his favorite part of it all was the guards that were posted all around it. It was hard to keep his attention whenever one walked by, and Braizer usually had to drag him away so he wouldn't run into anything. Del just to see them in their shiny armor, and sometimes wondered what it was like to work as one of them. He had tried one nice, summer day to play an imagination game where he was an Imperial Soldier when he was about four, however he had accidently spooked the youngest Oxen when he hit it with a stick on it's rear leg when it was not watching - the oldest of the two was less scare-able of the two, and commonly went about his business when little Del was playing at his feet - into kicking him in the face. He was lucky that his father's dog was quick to chase it back and his father was nearby to drag him away, otherwise the small scrap that turned into three scars on his eye would have been worse.

Although Del lived on a small-ish farm outside of Imperial City most of his life, he had a few friends. He counted his father's old High Elf friend as one of his own, and a few times the Elf had taught him how to shoot a bow correctly where his father could not. He also had a few friends in Imperial City, which he visited whenever his father wandered into the city and brought him along. It seemed that, more commonly, his friends were adults more than children his own age, and those adults were commonly beggars, of whom he had made friends with and often spoke with whenever his father was at the market or visiting shops. He had a few childhood friends of whom he ran the streets of the city with and played games with, such as one of his father's friend's children, Larunt, of whom he would count as one of his closest friends, both being roughly the same age.

When he was five, he and his father finally got to start traveling. Del was rather excited, as he always wanted to see Cyrodiil, and now that he and his father were going to start selling goods. Del even got to help hook up the Oxen to the cart and make sure that the black mare had all of her tack on her as they were getting everything together. The mare was quite old, at least fifteen or so, and rather tolerant with the child; often, when she was tied to the back of the cart, Del got to ride on her back while his father drove the Oxen.

They traveled a lot during the next three years, and Del-Rah learned a thing or two from his father as they did, such as how to use a bow and arrow and how to hunt small animals and skin them. He even got a little better with his speech skills as well. The black mare had even became pregnant while being stabled at one of the city stables in which they were staying at, and, after a lot of convincing, had managed to have his father let them keep the foal after it was born. With a small price from the stallion's owner, of course, of which Braizer was not too happy with. They had passed by their home every so often in these few years, and ended up having to stay for a few months before and after the mare gave birth, and to a healthy black and while colt at that.

As Del grew into his pre-teens, he had more free roam whenever they entered a city to rest and restock. At these places, he learned a trait Braizer did not entirely like: sneaking, lockpicking, pick pocketing, and over all stealing. He had given up trying to pick pocket heavy items such as weapons and some jewelry off of people the second time he got caught, however his lockpicking seemed to grow better and better every time he tried. He always lied to his father when he brought home more gold than he really should have had been able to get from selling, however he usually convinced him that he was a rather good bargainer most of the time. Other times, not so much. Del, during this time, also seemed to take more of an interest in swords and shields rather than bows and arrows. He still used them some of the time, however had managed to convince his father to buy him an old sword and shield after much hard work.

His early teens proved that he knew what he wanted to do in his life: become a warrior of the sorts. His father thought that he was crazy; Braizer was the type of person to be recluse and not liking to get too close to anyone. Although Del was kind of the same in a way, he still liked the thought of being able to be called a hero by those around him, although he wanted to do something more important to make a name for himself. Not like saving a damsel in distress or killing a monster. No, something big! That chance had come and gone when the Dragons had arrived in Skyrim. His friend, Larunt, had called him crazy when he told him this, although Del simply shrugged it off. Why would a simple elf who lived a normal life in Imperial City know of the grand adventures in the wilderness like he did?

Del-Rah was eighteen at the time, rather skilled in sword fighting and light armor, and able to take care of himself in a fight. He and his father had mostly retired from the merchant business - mostly because Braizer found it harder to get money from such a job anymore - and both took to hunting, as well as Del liked to take odd jobs and missions that payed good money, as well as gaining him a reputation of some sorts. Del was almost excited when he heard of Dragons up in Skyrim, and was all but eager to get up there and 'see some action.' His father, however, was well against the idea of his son going out and fighting dragons. "Let the Nords figure out their own problems," he had said. "They don't need our help, especially with none too many helped us down here in the Oblivion Crisis." Although an adult, and having the ability to go wherever he pleased without his father's consent, he valued and respect his father too much to actually go. Instead, he took to staying out in the wilderness for large amounts of time, hunting and bringing back game to skin and sell and make them some money. He was over it rather quickly, however, and for the next two years, everything was normal again. Well, as normal as they small yet dysfunctional family could get.

Dovahkiin, Dovahkiin, Naal Ok Zin Los Vahriin,
Wah Dein Vokul Mahfaeraak Ahst Vaal!
Ahrk Fin Norok Paal Graan Fod Nust Hon Zindro Zaan,
Dovahkiin, Fah Hin Kogaan Mu Draal!

During that second year, when Del-Rah was twenty, Braizer had brought up the fact that while the Dragons were 'gone,' there were still plenty of Dragons up in Skyrim, even though the so called Dragonborn had defeated most of them. Del-Rah had almost forgotten about the whole ordeal, and, upon asking his Braizer, his father recalled his mother singing him a song in his childhood about the Dragonborn, and thus singing it to Del when he was a child and trying to fall asleep. But, of course, Del-Rah was too excited to think about that: There were no more Dragons to worry about, really, so that meant that he could go to Skyrim, right? Braizer was finally able to answer with an inevitable yes when the boy calmed down a bit, however the answer only seemed to rile him up more. He was going to Skyrim!

Our Hero, Our Hero Claims a Warrior's Heart
I Tell You, I Tell You The Dragonborn Comes!
With a Voice Weilding Power of the Anceit Nord Art
Believe, Believe The Dragonborn Comes!

It took a while to pack up everything that he needed for a long travel, as well as make sure that his colt turned stallion - of whom he had named Valiant despite the horse's commonly docile nature - was ready for travel, too. It was a long goodbye, however, which surprised Del-Rah. Sure, this was the one whom raised him up until now, and had done a good job, seeing as how he was a single parent - which never seemed to bother Del-Rah much, so much so that he had given up on asking him about his mother and instead accepted that just he and his dad being a small family was quite alright with him, as long as both were well - but it had seemed to Del that this might have been easier than he had actually planned it to be. After the final preparations and goodbyes were made, Del was on his way to Skyrim, leaving his old life behind in the hopes of finding something new. Del-Rah can't entirely be sure, but he swore his father, who was normally stoic and rarely ever got sad to the point of crying or mad to the verge of killing someone, was on the verge of tears as he left on horseback, Braizer waving him off.

It's An End To The Evil of All Skyrim's Foes
Beware, Beware The Dragonborn Comes
For The Darkness Has Passed and The Legend Yet Grows
You'll Know, You'll Know The Dragonborn Comes

The journey was long, and it took a few months to reach Falkreath. From there, after getting some supplies and resting, Del-Rah began his exploration around Skyrim, just to simply find things to hunt and to sell. Along the way, he had found an abandon shack in the middle of the woods, of which a rather dirty mutt had led him to. There, he found a man lying in his bed, dead from an unknown disease. Feeling some pity for the dog - at least, assuming the man was his owner - Del-Rah managed to get the dog to come with him, albeit with much convincing with food. He had named the dog Titan, although his personality contrasted his name very much; a sweet dog, he was, although Del was able to teach him how to hunt so that he could assist him.

The young Argonian ran into Whiterun when he was around twenty two, and there he found the Companions. He had went there hearing that you could both make a name for yourself, as well as earn some money if you were lucky enough to get sent on good missions. He proved that he could take care of himself rather well, and after a year of running around and doing missions and overall just making sure he and his animal companions had a good place to stay, he decided to move on. He still associated with the Companions, however he didn't want to always have to go to someone in charge for a mission. He now roams around Skyrim, mostly as a Sellsword and a hunter, although he makes frequent stops to Whiterun to rest, sell any goods he does not need, and to see if any of the Companion Leaders have any new missions for him.

Dovahkiin, Dovahkiin, Naal Ok Zin Los Vahriin,
Wah Dein Vokul Mahfaeraak Ahst Vaal!
Ahrk Fin Norok Paal Graan Fod Nust Hon Zindro Zaan,
Dovahkiin, Fah Hin Kogaan Mu Draal!

WORD COUNT: 2,500

RP SAMPLE:

The Gypsy Rover Came Over the Hill
And Down Through a Valley So Shady
He Whistled and He Sang Till The Green Woods Rang
And He Won The Heart of a Lady

It was a rather pleasant day that day. Not that he could ever account any bad or even terrible days beforehand, but, compared to the others, it was favorable. He even found himself humming some old folk song he never remembered learning. He had heard a few songs during his time in Cyrodiil, and he usually never made a way to try and forget them. They entertained the Argonian fairly, and at least made some noise whenever it was quiet and he had nothing else to do. He mutt - he had named it Pike for the use of needing something to name it - seemed to enjoy the tunes more than he did, and made a habit of keeping up better with the covered cart whenever he heard the lizard begin to hum or sing to himself.

Ah Dee Do Ah Dee Do Da Day
Ah Dee Do Ah Dee Day
He Whistled and He Sang Till the Green Woods Rang
And He Won the Heart of a Lady

Said mutt was prancing happily next to the slow moving cart, yipping, jumping and spinning in circles as the Argonian hummed to himself; the ox tugging the cart along seeming to cart less of both canine and Argonian as it hung it's head low, only making a sound whenever it came across a weed in it's path and pulled it up, crunching it loudly. And there were the even fewer times where it would bellow at the mutt for getting too close to it, and Pike was quick to get away from underfoot.

The Argonian's hood cast shadows over his face as he sat slightly hunched forward, arms resting on his thighs with the Ox's reigns limp in his hands as he barely held on unless to turn or stop it. However, the lizard made sure to listen carefully as so he wouldn't get ambushed; although his canine companion was good for that, he wasn't too sure if it would notice something sneaking into the back of the covered cart. Sometimes, you just couldn't trust others, be it two legged or four.

She Left Her Father's Castle Gate
She Left Her Own Fond Lover
She Left Her Servants and Her States
To Follow the Gypsy Rover

They had been following the Gold Road for a couple days now, Braizer hoping to find some travelers to sell his goods to, as well as to hopefully trade for or buy better items to sell that he could make some money off of. He wasn't the richest merchant, after all, and he needed a way to keep himself alive without dying of starvation. He would rather take an arrow to the heart rather than die slowly of starvation. He was sure it was a helluva lot more painful than dying oh so quickly by the hands of someone he hated. Well, as long as he didn't see it coming. Instincts would probably make him dodge or something otherwise instead of staying in one place to take the hit.

The Father, He Saddled Up His Fastest Steed
And He Roamed the Valleys All Over
He Sought His Daughter at Great Speed
And the Whistlin' Gypsy Rover

There was a small breeze that pasts by, rustling the trees and making the tall grass flow along with it. Braizer had to shoot up a pointed hand to his hood; it was just about half way down his head when he caught it, revealing a reddened face with green markings on his cheeks. He quickly covered himself back past his head fins on the top of his dome, yellow eyes quickly darting back to the road as if they had never left. He had rarely liked taking his hood off for personal reasons, and rarely did anyone question why he ever did so if he had ever hung around them for a long period of time. Or if they were a constant customer, which seemed to be just as rare.

He earned money as quickly as he spent it, which was not quickly; he knew how to spend it, and made sure to save it in case anything around his rarely used house or his wagon needed; the wagon being more needed than his house, of course. Not that he cared; he would have liked a better job than this, however this was all he knew, since it was the nobles who got the better jobs because of the higher education. Yes, he had a decent education, but not one that could compare to that of a noble.

Maybe that was why his life was so screwed up.

Ah Dee Do Ah Dee Do Da Day
Ah Dee Do Ah Dee Day
He Whistled and He Sang Till the Green Woods Rang
And He Won the Heart of a Lady

ALIAS: Kcx
EXPERIENCE: 10 years
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