Xathras is a personal favorite of mine. I made him in anticipation for the Skyrim Minecraft server. Made this skin, a backstory and got whitelisted in but the server turned into something else so I never got the chance to make this guy a reality. This was his bio app:



Name: Xathras Chaosweaver
Race: Argonian
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Appearance: 5'9", 145 lbs, Ruby red scales and crimson highlights on the cheeks and chin. Black horns protrude from the skull.
Fears: Giants, Frost Trolls.
Personality: For sake of argument, Chaotic Neutral. Believes in a free world.
Occupation: Companion Mage
Skills: Smithing, Destruction, One Handed Weapons
Nickname (Optional): N/A
RP Example (Add Dialogue): *Xathras watches from the shadows as the assassin casts an invisibility spell and places blame on the other trader*
"Hmm...He seems capable of performing magic competently. The Companions could always use someone with the right place of blades and magic with them, especially with Illusion."
He turns around and passes a beggar*
"Here, for your troubles *gives a gold piece* and please tell the Guild to give this to Astrid *gives folded up note*"
"Why...I will do so? But thank thee kindly sir..."

Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
After slinking out of the Black Marsh due to a failed experiment resulting in the deaths of several...rather unfortunate children...Xathras was picked up by an Imperial trade caravan on their way back to the Imperial City. Just North of Leyawin, the caravan was attacked by a group of roaming conjurers. They ripped from the earths atronachs enveloped in the fires of Oblivion and rose from the ground, shambling skeletons and spectral visages. The caravan was lit aflame and the traders slaughtered before Xathras had a chance to react. But when he did, there was nothing to remain other than flaming wreckage and charred sinew. Trees were blown aback and the road cratered. With the sounds of galloping horses, he made his escape into the woods and traveled north along the waterline. When he reached the far ends of the Empire, just past Bruma, he made his way across the border into Skyrim.
He thought he wasnt being followed and was surprised when a squad of Imperials arrested him. He did not wish to further increase his bounty, so he went quietly. He was taken to a meeting place and placed into a carriage. One of a few in a prison caravan. From the carriage ahead of his, he heard some men talking about StormCloaks and a man named Ulfric. Sounds of terror come from the cart in front but he keeps quiet. He arrived in a small, walled hamlet crawling with Imperial soldiers and figured that he wasnt going to be able to dodge the arrow this time. During one of the executions, a strange noise is heard and while the guards are looking about, he slips away and out the south gate. As he reached the treeline, roars of anger and cataclysmic explosions envelop the land. A dragon had returned and was assaulting the hamlet. Not one to boast his talents nor test them against a dragon at this time, he fled into the wilds and made rest in Riverwood, where he picked up blacksmithing. He heard rumors of a group of men and women called the Companions based out of Whiterun and decided that he had enough courage to join them, yet not attack a Dragon.