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Bareok KayleRace: Imperial
xx - Star of the West: Absorb Fatigue 100 points on Touch, once per day
xx - Voice of the Emperor: Charm 30 points for 30 seconds on Target, once per day
Birthsign: Lover
xx - Use the Lover's Kiss power once a day to Paralyze an opponent for 10 seconds at the cost of 120 points of Fatigue.
Class and Skills: Bard/Knight
xx - Journeyman Alchemy
xx - Journeyman Blade
xx - Apprentice Heavy Armor
xx - Novice Speechcraft
xx - Novice Mercantile
xx - Apprentice Athletics
xx - Apprentice Destruction
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Gender Preference: Heterosexual
Guild Affiliation(s): xx - Fighter’s Guild Journeyman (Up from Apprentice via Among Killers and Shadows.
Character Armor: Steel Armor
xx- Boots
xx- Cuirass
xx- Gauntlets
Character Weapon(s):xx- Steel Claymore
xx- Iron Dagger
xx- Various poisons he makes
Character Bio: xx - Bareok was born in the Imperial city, to a wealthy family living in the Talos Plaza. He is an only child; his only sibling gone - and his mother with it - during labor when Bareok was about five. Such was an ordeal that should have left the surviving husband and son grief-stricken and whatever, but Bareok’s father moved on without blinking and eye, and Bareok followed his father’s example. This wasn’t a very difficult thing to do; Bareok’s parents, always the typical rich socialites, weren’t present during his childhood. Parties, getting connections with such-and-such, and impressing all the other rich families were more important than an impressionable child. When he lost his mother he really only lost a distant figure that he was to obey when in her presence. He still had his real mother - a young female Dunmer nanny who was down on her luck and was lucky to find such negligent parents as Bareok’s. She was a typical Dark Elf, too; promiscuous, cruel, vain, and selfish. But she had a soft spot for Bareok which, frankly, could have been done without. The young woman taught the little man all she knew of the world, how to treat other men and women, and the skills she had obtained in bed… when he was older, of course.
xx - In this fashion, Bareok ‘grew up.’ He had the fortune of being charming in appearance, and found it easy to make friends who were easily impressed with his money and looks. They weren’t real friends, of course. People of more worth and brains tend to keep a polite distance from the Imperial, as he was well known to be a womanizer and have a tendency to act odd more often than was liked. Had Bareok been the type to brood and angst he would have been a very miserable man. While aware of his potentially emotionally sorry state, Bareok was merely amused by his predicament and the fickleness of others.
xx - When Bareok was a teenager, he joined the Fighter’s Guild as something to do when he wasn’t bedding some random girl or his still young-looking nanny. He liked beating animals and other guys to a pulp. This was how he got into the questing business. Killing was looked down upon inside the guild, but outside… he could mutilate and torture as much as he liked. Bandits deserved that sort of thing anyway. He found he liked to make potions out of various deadly materials and smear it across his blade or throw it into some poor unsuspecting bandit’s face or any other open patch of skin where the glass vial may cut and the poison seep into the bloodstream. It’s a wonder that he hasn’t yet gotten into the Dark Brotherhood. Bareok was fairly good at keeping the darker side of his personality away from the public eye. To everyone who knows him, he’s a harmless, goofy, womanizing, vain man. And hey, he finds that a fun way to be, too.
Appearance: xx - He’s six foot even, broad of shoulder and muscular of build. His hair is extremely well-kept and healthy-looking. He wears it long - past his shoulders - and keeps it loosely tied at his back with green string. He trims his beard into a goatee, with a line of hair accenting his strong jaw line that matches his baritone voice. His eyes are a intense green, and most people can’t look into them for very long without feeling a little unsettled. He almost always has a crooked grin on his lips; an expression that can range from sensual to demented. Some find it attractive, some annoying.
xx - Bareok likes to dress flamboyantly. When he isn’t in his armor, he’s wearing finery at the height of fashion for a ballroom. Some who don’t know him would think he’s gay or bisexual, but bring it up and there will be a sound beating involved and a firm understanding that He Likes Women. His favorite color is green, and probably hasn’t gone a day in years without wearing something in the color.
