Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27968758-20160305005102/@comment-25588187-20160306225640

 Name: Calrin Cyrus

 Race: Imperial

 Gender: Male

 Age: 25

 Appearance: Shaved black hair that clings close to the skull, no sign of any facial hair. Brown eyes. Scar marks visible going down the right cheek.

 Skills: Block, Heavy Armour, One-Handed

 Spells: Healing

 Equipment/Apparel: Steel Armour and shield but without helmet, red bandana.

 Weapons: Steel sword.

 Powers: Voice of the Emperor

 Background: Calrin was born to a wheat farmer mother and a veteran Imperial Officer father. His father, Gaius, had trained him frim around the age of five for recruitment into the legion, teaching him everything from formation tactics to single combat techniques.

 However, when the time came to leave home and head to the recruitment office, Calrin stopped short of the building, promising himself he would return when he mustered the drive.

 He never did.

 He turned his attention instead to the Imperial Arena, just rebuilt after the Siege of the city by the Thalmor. It was there he would remain for the next four years, revelling in spectacle, but even this could not satisfy him.

 And so he turned to mercenary work, washing up wherever his jobs took him. This did not bother him, but there was still something that just couldn’t be satisfied.

(Please excuse the weird highlighting effect.)