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Rediact Metex
Rei
Argonian | Dark Brotherhood Assassin
345+ Years | Male
Spouse: None
Sexuality: Aroace
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History
- His own story starts back in the Black Marsh, born under The Shadow as a Shadowscale. Rediact was trained from birth in the art of stealth, and combat, and even some added magic, as he had a talent for it. Though as he trained through the years, the Dunmer that tended to raid Black Marsh for slaves started getting more gutsy and were pushing toward his village. Rediact thought himself smart and would try to defend the village himself.. but in reality, he was still just a mere child, and even with his partially done training. The best he'd only done was killing two of the Dunmer, and getting himself captured to be a slave.
- The trip to Morrowind was long, and something he wasn't keen to go through again. As he barely ate, drank, or even slept as he was made to make sure the ship was in ship-shop-shape upon landing on it's docks. The Dunmer of course didn't really know what he was, thinking him your typical argonian child. He was sold to a high class woman of the House Dres, along with a couple of others. Made to work out in the rice fields in the beating sun, and worked down to his very scales. He was often whipped, descaled, or burned if he wouldn't cooperate. Leaving him rather disfigured, but he wore it more as some symbol of 'hope'.
- Getting the chance to some night, the argonian chose to flee.. even if he hadn't wanted to leave the others behind. Trying to help them would only make it worse. Though it wasn't his best choice.. Running away did get him into a heap of trouble, and something he wasn't really looking forward to: vampirism. He'd caught it from someone else inflicted with it when he was trying to fight them off. To cure, or not to cure.. He'd asked himself a handful of times as the three day wait for the disease to take root took. he chose to embrace it, even if he had to feed on.. Well, he chose to feed on animals, as feeding on people would give it away, and he wasn't keen to the idea of swooning people with the magic to just drink from them.
- Some odd of twohundred years had passed as he went through a couple of things - mostly that he lived through the hell that'd been a slave in Morrowind, through what was 'Oblivion', and a god almost destroying the city, to the point where he'd finally found himself in the place of the Nords: Skyrim.
- He thought he might find some kind of normality among them.. however, as he'd thought it. Dragons had been making themselves known among it, as well as something he'd heard of back in Morrowind: The Dark Brotherhood.
- He made use of The Black Sacrament to come in contact with one of it's agents, and easily killed one of the offered ways to join, allowing him to join their ranks. Of course, he took whatever job was offered to him among it.. loving the gold, and freedom.
Apperance
Reidiact is a tall argonian, his scales red, but also slightly different colors on his face, back, and tail. His hands remain red, with a under belly of beige scales.
He has a claw-like mark scar of three along his right eye from a fight with a spriggan.
His usual attire is that of the Dark Brotherhoood garb, being it's enchants allow him to more easily sneak, and get around even the most noticeable of people.
Personality
Smart ass, a person that likes to point out the flaws in peoples apperances, or even what they wear. If it's something he doesn't like, he'll let it be known well. He doesn't care if the person he's talking to tries to retaliate at it, he knows how to fight back, and usually is able to down them with enough force.
Though he sometimes will hold his tongue, and not act like a complete jackass, and that's when other things are at stack: mostly his own hide.
He learns fast to work with other's when need be, and is a good ally when such calls for it. Since he can use his magic to stalk around to get a good look at places compared to those that would make louder noises.
Songs: Thank You For Hating Me, Sacrifice
