BASICS

Name: Keagan Admant

Race: Breton

Class:  One-handed Crazypants

Skills: Swinging a sword, swearing when need be, and casually reminding you that you should probably shut your mouth. A bit of the old sparkle-sparkle if absolutely necessary

Birth Sign: The Steed

Patron God(s)/Patron Daedric Lord(s): Keeps his options open. You get too close to one and the others get a little jealous.

Guild/Faction Affiliations:  He is affiliated with Keagan, because you can only trust people as far as you can throw them.

DETAILS

Preferred Weapon(s): A well-made steel sword  he jokingly refers to as his red hot poker.

Preferred Armor: Steel plate with an added belt of leather and a fine blue fabric with rather… creative drawings of maidens on it.

Reason for Coming to Skyrim? It was just over the border and really, those gambling debts can be a bitch.

Dragonborn? No.

Speech Style: Everything is either said with a stone faced glare or a slight smirk.

Sense of Humor?  The joke? Yeah, he gets it, but what does he get out of it?

Physical Quirks: Freckles. Scar down his lip, chin, and chest from the same blow. 

Description: A sellsword with a nice scar, freckles, and a mop of brown hair.

Temperament: 

Orientation: Usually right side up or leaning slightly backward.

View of Humans: Assholes.

View of Elves: Assholes with pointy ears.

View of Beast Folk: Assholes with fur or scales.

View of Orcs: Assholes with teeth that stick out. 

Strengths: His sword arm, his mouth, and he’s also pretty snazzy dresser if he says so himself.

Flaws: He says he has very few and they are not worth noting… this is his main flaw… that and the gambling thing.