Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20150606215453/@comment-5735114-20150607030717

Name: Calciril

Age: 33

Gender: Male

Race: Altmer

Class: Mage

Appearence: Average Aldmeri beige skin tone and tall height, with somewhat dull green eyes. His dark blonde hair is kept short, but is still messy, and his ears are smaller than average.

Attire: Thalmor robes, boots, and gloves

Weapons: Pfft.

Spells (8 max): Flames, Fireball, Fire Rune, Flame Cloak

Bio/Backstory: Not unlike many Altmer, Calciril's family, and he himself, were strong believers in the Aldmeri Dominion. Although Calciril himself was not always the most skilled in magical endeavors, and certainly lacked close-combat skills, he was still good enough to become a part of the organization. Eventually, with training, he became capable enough of a fire mage to be sent out to Skyrim to advance the Thalmor's interests there. However, after spending some time there, Calciril found what he'd grown up knowing was wrong.

Well... Altmer are never wrong. Just less right.

Nords, although somewhat uncouth, were not what they were made out to be in the Isles. He didn't understand the point of all the conflict, but he didn't dare display his doubts. Thus, he just continued serving the Thalmor, though he questions them secretly every day. Now he's part of the group attending the party in Cheydinhal, and quite probably the only one who will enjoy it at all.