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Name: Arcann Artenvald Race: Imperial-Orc-Altmer hybrid, Noxiphilic Sanguivoria vamprism. (With Nord ancestry.) Gender: Male. Age: 30 (Biologically), 51 (Chronologically). Appearance: http://orig15.deviantart.net/7a04/f/2016/338/8/5/swtor_kotet___redeemed_arcann_by_chicksaw2002-daqkyt8.jpg except his eyes are a menacing, glowing yellow with red rims. His ears are pointed slightly, and his bottom canines jut out ever so slightly and are bigger and sharper than his other teeth. Skills(One Expert, Four Adept): Swordsmanship (E), Destruction, Heavy Armour, Marksmanship, Athletics (A). Spells/Abilities(Up to 6): Pyromancy, vampire stuff! Weapon: Requiem (Flame enchanted ebony longsword), Extinction (Ebony crossbow). Equipment: Survival stuff! Attire: Stormguard (Nord designed ebony armour). Accessory: Two silver rings with carvings on them. Powers: Centurion's Rage (He enters a state where his physical power increases, becomes dull to pain, his magical prowess increases and he becomes unusually lucky during battle for a short time. Is very exhausted after use and can be easily downed if caught in his post-power state.) Passives: Higher mana pool, naturally strong. Resistances: Physical pain reduction. (By 20%) Weaknesses: 40% weaker to magic. Mental Weakness: Death seeker. Bio/Background: Arcann was born into a middle-class family of merchants, alongside a twin brother who he later became inseparable from. He lived an easy early life, until his father decided to thrust his two sons into Imperial military training early, where they were put through brutal exercises to hone their bodies and minds.

But aside that, they lived normal lives, and the twins came to accept their training happily. And when they came of age, they both enlisted in the Legion and went through the training again which they took to with ease. They didn't excel in their exercises, but they were above average.

When training ended, the two were deployed to Solitude in Skyrim to serve in the Legion there, which was mostly weeding out bandits, pirates and the like. Until Ulfric Stormcloak killed the High King, then is when their career really started. Arcann and his twin were in many skirmishes, and where a deadly force on the battlefield, unflinching and unforgiving. They quickly made a name for themselves in the military, but both declined every offer of a promotion and continued serving as lowly grunts.

The twins where a whirlwind in battle, unstoppable, until one day they became prime targets of some Stormcloaks mages; they hurled and launched magic at the two, who were defenceless against the magical onslaught. Arcann was struck down by a stray fireball, which burnt his face and made him thrash about in agony as his brother tried to get him out of there, only to be hit by a fury spell and try to kill his twin.

Arcann couldn't defend himself against his crazed brother, who tore and scratched at his burnt face which made the wound worse. Eventually, Arcann threw his brother off with a powerful fireball spell, which unfortunately killed his brother. The death of his brother broke the poor man, who had been relieved of duty while he healed.

In the coming months as he healed and went back onto duty, he changed, becoming moody, irritable and quiet. This eventually led to him being discharged for breaking many regulations, the man ended up wandering Skyrim aimlessly until he found the Dawnguard, vampire hunters.

He readily joined them, eager to unleash his sorrow upon the monsters without any rules or regulations getting in the way. He excelled in the Dawnguard, becoming a proficient killer of monsters, and improving his marksman and swordsmanship. During his time with the Dawnguard, he forged his blade, Requiem and his crossbow, Extinction, as well as his armour, Stormguard.

He began to slowly heal during his time with the Dawnguard, his temper becoming manageable, becoming more social and patient. He made many friends during his time there, however, during a routine patrol, he and his fellows were beset by feral vampires who easily tore the squad a part due to sheer numbers. Arcann and one other were the only survivors, and the other soldier died from injuries while Arcann became sick and eventually died.

But he was reborn a vampire, he awoke upon a funeral pyre and panicked, he leaped off the burning wood and landed in front of some of his remaining friends, who panicked and attacked him, believing him to have become a monster. Arcann thoughtlessly retaliated, driven on by a strange lust for blood and a new, terrible strength. Everything in the next few weeks became a blur of emotion and confusion as he stumbled his way through his new 'life'.

He eventually met some travelling Dunmer, Khajiiti and Breton priests, who could see his affliction. Instead of killing or shunning him, they accepted him and taught him how to adapt to his new life and mentored him.

It never ridded him of his guilt, shame and self-hatred. Only fuelled it.