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No longer required - thank you Mr. Knightley!

I would like a male character.

Still looking for one more character? If so, which one? Warrior, apprentice?

Oh, and what is this going to be about? Is there a big plot?

I would like more warriors. Male is best to keep the ratio even. At first it will be just some smaller missions. If everyone seems to like the book and it does not die out I will make a bigger plot. I have it in mind already. You will just have to wait and see!

Okay, then. Here goes nothing...

Name: Silvan

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Race: Altmer/Bosmer

Role in Guild: Warrior

Appearance: Silvan is tall, lean, and muscular, with golden skin and long brownish hair (Legolas length xD). He's as handsome as any elf, I guess. Also, he has several scars on his body from various fights, one of which is a ragged mark that stretches from the inside of his biceps and curves outwards and down towards the center line of his wrist.

Personality: Unlike most Altmer, Silvan is fun-loving and energetic. He doesn't judge people of "lesser races" because he never had a chance to be brought up that way. In the short time that he had with his mother, she taught him to love the forest and to never take from it what could be salvaged otherwise. He has a soft spot in his heart for children and animals.

Weapon and armor of choice: Much like any other Bosmer, Silvan is an expert marksman with the longbow. He is known to make near impossible shots, from extreme distances and weather conditions. He prefers to use this, but isn't averse to getting close enough to draw his secondary weapon, a dirk (in between a dagger and a short sword, with a blade about as long as your forearm, not counting the hand), which has a slight curve to the blade itself and also the handle. It was a gift from his mother. As for armor, he prefers light, leather armor that can be easily concealed and comfortably worn under normal clothing. He has a pair of knee-high suede boots that enable him to be quiet and stealthy.

History: Silvan's father, a rich Altmer bureaucrat, kept many slaves. One of them was a Bosmer captive of unknown ancestry, who served as his personal maidservant. One thing led to another, and he seduced and impregnated her. She kept the pregnancy from him for as long as possible, not knowing what his reaction might be. Soon enough, though, the word spread, and he flew into a rage at the woman, as if it was somehow her fault. Not being able to bear the thought of fathering a half-blooded Altmer, he sent guards after her to kill her and the babe in her womb. She was barely able to escape the manor, but she managed.

For years, she lived on the run, always avoiding populated places, and thus birthing her son in secret. She raised him for as long as she could, before taking him to the Warriors' Guild to train to defend himself with the sword (she had educated him herself in the way of the bow). She felt that he needed more in order to be able to protect himself against any men his father might send to find him. Before he knew it, Silvan's mother left him there to travel to some unknown place. He heard nothing of her for nearly a year after, until one day a note addressed to Silvan, along with a slender bundle wrapped in oilcloth, appeared at the Guild Leader's door. Uncovering it, Silvan saw that the package was the dirk he now carries with him. The note told him of his mother's death, which apparently had happened several months ago. It also said that his mother had had the dirk made for him, though how Silvan doesn't know. It was unsigned.

Flaw(s): Silvan is extremely excitable, and lives in constant fear of his father somehow tracking him down and murdering him. He's quick to volunteer for any sort of stealth mission, it being his favorite kind, which can sometimes cause unnecessary complications. He's sometimes reckless and carefree at the wrong times.

Other: Up for love: Yes.

@Mr Knightley - Will you be Aimee's trainer then?

As kidashka said:
Mr Knightley - Will you be Aimee's trainer then?

Anguilon Filch

Waking up, I yawned and got up. I opened my chest at the end of the cot I had been sleeping in. All of us male warriors slept in the second room off of the guilds basement hallway. The guild is our home, our job, and sometimes our whole life. The girls lived up on the second floor. Most of the guilds in different cities were three or four floors high. We were proud of our guild even though we were the smallest. The dinning room slash library was also on the second floor. Down in the basement was the training room and armory. In the armory there was also some tools to make new weapons. An anvil, fletching equipment, and some other odds and ends. The First floor held the entrance that was securely locked with blots and magic, the kitchen, and Asvald's office. Asvald has a small room off of his office. It is my day to make breakfast today so I go up to prepare the meal. I deiced on some eggs, bread, and milk. We have a cow that we keep in our small barn. It is really not a barn because it only hold about twelve chickens, our cow, and its hay. I went out to milk her. When I got back I put the milk in the ice box (it was never hard to get ice in Bruma!), stoked up the fire, put the eggs in a pan, and started to cut the bread. I turned my head as someone came in.

~Taúra~

I wandered down the stairs brusquely, wondering what was for breakfast. Well, the range of options was hardly massive but it might be interesting to see what combination of bread, chicken, eggs and milk had been chosen today.

Anguilon tilted his head towards me as I walked in, and I nodded mutely in greeting. So, bread, eggs and milk... I secretly hoped that someone would have been hunting this morning to add some meat to this combination. Nevertheless I sat down, taking a slice of bread and munching it as Anguilon continued to cut it. "Have a good sleep?" he inquired, and I groaned internally, having forgotten for a moment that Anguilon was somewhat chatty and sociable. I grunted some unintelligible reply and stuffed a rather large piece of bread into my mouth, praying this would deter him from further conversation.

Unfortunately not. "Yes, it was quite unpleasantly warm," he mused.

Aimee

I hate mornings.

It was plain and simple. I hated mornings like how cats hated dogs, rats hated cats, Taura hated talking. The minute I woke up I groaned. My hair was a tangled mess of blue locks and my eyes were iddled and a blood shot red.

I stumbled down the steps, bleary eyed and sore. I was up all night training, though it didn't do me any good. Sometimes I wondered why I even joined the a Fighters guild.

I toppled inside the ktichen where Taura and Angulion were inside. Now I remember, I wanted to be like them. Both of them were strong and confident, I admired them. Secretly, almost all the fighters were my role model. They're hardworking attitude and they're confidence made me feel envious of them.

"M-morning," I stuttered as Angulion gave a friendly wave and Taura nodded. I settled myself next to Taura and poured myself a glass of milk.

"D-did you s-leep w-well?" I questioned them.

Aimee

Yay! I was waiting for this storybook to start. So, is Mr. Knightley going to be my trainer?

Note - Oops, a typo. Sorry about that, thought I put milk!

*I wouldn't mind being Aimee's trainer, if she doesn't care. *

Silvan

Sweat poured down Silvan's back as he struggled through the field towards the Guild. Despite his physical weariness, he was beaming with pride. He'd caught a deer! It wasn't such a difficult task for him, considering his skills in stealth, but no less rewarding for that; no matter how many abilities one had, one couldn't simply waltz into the forest and catch something. You had to find your prey, and that required patience. He liked to think he had plenty.

As he neared the Guild, he dropped the deer nonchalantly at the door of the tiny barn and entered the kitchen. He spotted Aimee sitting there doing nothing in particular.

"Morning," Silvan greeted her. "Just caught a deer. Want to help me gut it? You'll have to do it eventually."

Note: In the fighters guild they would not have orange juice... You pretty much get wine, beer, water, and milk.
Edited
Anguilon Filch~warrior


"Yes, Aimee. I would be good practice." Aimme looked up and said, "Oh, well I was a child in the forest I always helped with that. Sure, Silvan I can help" I gave a plate of eggs and bread to Silvan and he sat down beginning to eat. I grabbed the rest of the eggs off of the fire and sat down also. Then there was a knock at the front door. I got up and walked into the entryway to see who it was. Opening the door a large Nord looked at me. "Hello, Welcome to the fighters guild. Would you like to see the Guild leader?" He grunted a yes and stepped in. As I was leading him to Asvald's office I asked,"Who should I tell him is coming?" He replied,"My name is Sholdes, Noder Sholdes." Walking into Asvald's office I asked Noder to wait one second.

Asvald Naddod~Guild Leader

I had gotten up early in the morning to study. I was reading how the Imperial city was built. It was a very useful book. It had all the orginal plans inside of it. They included secret entrances and passageways. This book was only given to very trusted people in the land. I as a guild leader was one of them. I heard a knock on my door and welcomed in Anguilon. He was a good warrior. I always have trusted his judgment in many things. One I did not trust as much was Leander. He was nice enough on the outside but I sensed that he did not always have good motives. If it was only my choice I would not have made him an advanced warrior. It was really up to the council of guild leaders. I sighed. "What do you have for me Anguilon?" He replied shortly,"Mr.Sholdes is here is here to see you." He smiled and left. Soon after Sholdes walked in and I offered him a chair. I had heard of this man but never seen him. "Sir, I have been having some trouble with some thieves. As you might know I run a large farm south of here. The night before last my horses were taken right out of their stables! The scum took all three! I first sent out to the imperial guards but the no-good captain said that with all the tax cuts they could not afford the men and with all those extra coins I had I could hire the fighters guild. I hate that man! But back to the point. I know the land pretty well and I believe that the thieves are hiding out in either Toadstool Hollow or Red Ruby Cave. Do you think you could take care of this for me. Me and some other farmers took together a collection. Oh, I forgot. Two other farmers have some missing gold as well. They took it out of their houses! So, they gave me some money too. If you find the horses and gold we will pay you 3,000 nebias (about the worth of a ox). I know it is not much but it is all we could scrap up." I thought it over a second. Usually the guild would not work under these conditions this cheep but I want to keep the local farmers going. "Of course we can help you Mr.Sholdes. We will probably head out by tomorrow. We will get your horses back don't worry. The thieves will go to jail in the imperial city." He smiled from ear to ear. He said,"OHH, thank you Sir. Thank you." I will go and tell the farmers." I lead him out the door and we said our goodbyes.

Aimee

I had just finished gutting the deer with Silvan. I was covered in blood and bits of gore. Silvan told me to change before training started. He said I was working on close combat, one of my weakest points.

"Oh, hello Asvald," I greeted the guild leader with a courtesy. There was also large Nord behind him.

"Hello Aimee," He greeted. He must've saw me cursorily glancing at the man that was about to take his leave.

"This is Mr. Sholdes,"

"Hello Mr. Sholdes," I greeted him. I turned to Asvald, "Is he another client?"

He nodded, "He's paying us to get back his horses and 3 farmers other gold. I'll be sending some warriors out tomorrow."

"Will Silvan be going?" I asked worriedly. I cared alot about my trainer.

"I'm not sure yet. I'll tell you as soon as I can. Anyway, you should change," He eyed my bloodied dress warily. "Silvan is waiting."

I curtsied and hurried up the stairs. As an apprentice I never went on missions while almost everyone else were gone doing missions. It gets lonely at times, but Asvald is always here and there is another apprentice here named February.

Aimee

Silvan

As Silvan wiped the gore from his hands, he thought of Aimee, and how she had done so well with the task he gave her. Most twelve year old girls, Bosmer or not, would shy from gutting a deer like that. Not Aimee, though. What she lacked in skill she made up for twice over in determination and positivity. It was something he was glad to see in her.

As he waited for her to change into cleaner clothes, Silvan drew the dirk at his side. It slid out of its sheathe without a noise, glinting in the bright morning sunlight. As usual, he took a moment to admire its craftsmanship: A slight curve to the handle allowed the leather binding wrapped around it to adhere more flushly, and without any bumps. The blade itself was pressed so thin that you could hardly see it when turned sideways. Width-wise, it was no longer across than the first segment of his index finger.

Stepping into fighting stance, something he had a great deal of difficulty teaching Aimee, he swung the dirk through the air. It made a slight whirring sound as it spun about. He twirled it in his fingers, mesmerized by the multicolored gleam that bounced off of the blade as it hit the sunlight.

"Ready!" Aimee called from behind him. He stopped the blade's movement and sheathed it.

"I've been thinking, little one," Silvan addressed her.

"Oh?" she said, a hopeful look on her face. She knew by now that when Silvan "thought," good things usually came to her.

"Yes, I have," he said. "You've never been on an assignment with us, have you?"

She shook her head no.

"Well, then, how about you join us for this one? There won't be much danger involved; after all, we only have to sneak up on the thieves and arrest them. It'll be great for you to practice silence and secrecy. What do you say?"

Artemis

Stepping in from the training grounds, I peered around the doorway to see who was in the kitchen. Oh good. It was empty enough. With a slight nod, I stepped in and slid quietly onto an empty seat. I kept my eyes firmly on the food but watched out of the corners. I grabbed a roll of bread and ate it quickly, following it up with rapid gulps of water and some eggs. That was breakfast; uncomfortable but necessary.

I finished and stood up, the slightest nod of my head to excuse myself and then I returned to the training grounds. The life of a warrior left much of my time open for practicing the weapons, so that was what I did. It was a hard life but easier than some, easier than what my brother got. My parents had signed his death warrant when they apprenticed him to that guild. I hadn't talked to them since his death, I hadn't talked to anyone outside my guild.

Taura and her apprentice joined me shortly and Silvan already trained with his not far away. I hadn't been offered an apprentice yet. I wasn't surprised. I'm not best known for my companionship but it did bother me somewhat. I would have liked someone to guide.

The day progressed and Taura left briefly while her apprentice remained. The girl called herself February and I supposed that was as good a name as any.

"You block too low," I said to her. The curve of her dagger halted and she frowned at me. There was suspicion in her eyes. Smart girl.