Name:

Balil Indarys.

Pronunciation:

Bah-Liil In-Daar-is.

Race:

Dunmer.

Gender:

Male.

Sexuality:

Straight.

Age:

67.

Home:

Mournhold.

Description of Home:

He has a residence within the rebuilt city of Mournhold, though he is often traveling around Morrowind.

Traits:

Ambitious, Scheming, Charismatic.

Religion:

In his younger years, he followed the worship of the Temple, though more recently, he has come to believe he is blessed by Vivec, and strives to return to the ways of the Tribunal.

Political:

He has began to believe that the Great Houses will be unable to keep morrowind secure and united without further oversight.

Scars:

he has a birth mark spanning large yellow splotches of his chest, stomach and lower back, recently this has led him to believe he is the chosen one of Vivec.

Tattoos:

None.

Weapons:

He uses a long, Katana like, Ebony blade, sewn through with veins of silver, and enchanted with fire.

Clothing:

He wears a unique set of Ebony and Glass armor, with shoulder guards fashioned into swooping spikes.

Accessories:

he Carries a small supply of amulets depicting the Tribunal triangle, giving them to people he thinks would fit into his group.

With others:

He is authoritative while among his agents, but can also be a more nurturing hand in delicate situations.

While Alone:

He spends much time contemplating his place in the world, using meditation and quiet thought to try to connect with his Patron.

While among political leaders:

He rarely encounters Political leaders directly, normally using his spies and agents to sway leaders toward his end goal.

Companions:

He has tamed and rides a large Kagouti, with gleaming orange scales and piercing green eyes.

Past:

Balil grew up in the outskirts of Mournhold, raises by an adoptive family after his parents reportedly abandoned him, he never know the truth of the matter, as he grew up, he heard that the main branch of his family controlled land somewhere in the south, but he never got the time to look into it himself.

As he grew up, he was self concious of his birthmark, a large series of yellow blotches across his body, causing him to keep a distance from others, this maintained as he grew older, he took various jobs across the city, never quite finding where he fit in.

Eventually he decided to start adventuring, gathering what supplies he could, he set out, and traveled all across Morrowind, seeing the varying cultures of the different clans, he slowly began seeing the faults in each house, watching them battle it out in their councils and treaties and declaration, he loved the variety of it all, but he felt like they needed something more.

He searched long for where he might fit into this world, venturing briefly into the neighboring provinces, before returning to his homeland each time, he couldn't find what he needed.

One night, while he was wallowing in self pity and despair, he caught a glimps of himself in a mirror, truly seeing himself for tue first time in a long while, he looked studiously at his birthmarks, the flaw that kept him away from everyone else, he cursed them, cursed his parents for leaving him alone, cursed himself for failing to be something more.

Then, a thought crept into his mind, maybe he is something more, maybe he was all along, maybe this birthmark he so hated was actually a sign from something greater.

Note: All images belong to their respective artists.