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Name: Rokhan A.K.A. "the Butcher"

Age: 20

Race: Khajiit

Gender: Male

Class: Rogue

Appearence: Athletic build, black fur and a long black mane. A pair of pale slit eyes, like two dirty chips of ice. Has a long scar straight over his chest, running from his right shoulder to the left lower portion of his rib cage.

Attire: Padded leggings and a pair of tanker boots in dark leather. He is barechested, save for two belts crossed over his chest in which he keeps his cleavers. He also wears a pair of leather bracers on his wrists.

Weapons: A pair of meat cleavers, honed and sharpened for swift slicing and dicing.

Spells: Rokhan doesn't know any spells.

Bio/Backstory): Rokhan was ditched in a basket in an alleyway in Cheydinhal along with his younger sister when they were newborn. Instead of dying, the siblings were brought in by a band of brigands and bandits who raised them in order to gain some more useful members. As they grew up the siblings became quite handy and skilled in jobs involving thievery, smuggling and extortion. After a while the siblings left the crew to find their own way in life. Rokhan favoured the cleaver as a weapon, a most crude set of tools meant for dealing swift damage. His fondness for chopping and maiming earned him the moniker "the Butcher". As a character Rokhan rarely says much unless he deems it necessary, letting his sister stand for the majority of the talking. Simply claiming that "she talks enough for the both of us". He appears mostly as stoic and silent, having seemingly little interest in other peoples' lives and business. The only character he fully trusts is his own sister whom he would protect with his own life.