Name: Do' Magazo
Race: Khajiit(Cathay-Raht i.e. Jaguar-man)
Age: 28
Gender: Male
P.o.B: Riverhold, Elsweyr
Occupation: Caravan Guard and Former Pirate.
Appearance (pic or description):
Equipment(pic or description): Well-made and highly tempered Steel Armor minus the helm. He carries a well tempered Elven Bow with a surplus of 30 arrows, an Elven saber with a Health Sap enhancement, dagger and shield all highly tempered. Outside of battle he usually wears well fitting shirts, pants, and boots. He carries spare clothes, potions, a lucky Ebony amulet that his father gave him which was presented to him by the legendary warrior Allester Winterblade as thanks for saving the Nord's life, around 1,000 septims, and a secret stash of moon sugar.
Prime Skills: Archery and One-Handed
Secondary Skills: Heavy Armor, Block, and Speech
Personality: Extremely kind and noble. Being a highly trained warrior he often avoids conflict with anyone he views as weaker than he not wanting to look like a bully. But when up against someone on his level or even above it he's merciless and lightning quick in combat.
Background: Born the oldest of a six cub litter he was pushed into the role of surrogate caregiver and provider for his siblings. Their father was a traveling merc and their mother was Caravanner like most Khajiit that don't turn to thievery to get by, so he and his siblings grew up on the road learning both the Caravan trade and surviving in the various climates of Tamriel. Magazo took particular interest in the way of the blade learning from the other guards in his mother's caravan as well as any wanderer that took time out of their day to shop the Caravan's more exotic wares.
This was where he met the legendary warrior Allester accompanied by his father Do'Gezit on one of their song worthy adventures passing through Riverhold. They were both dressed in Ebony Armor and wielded similar weapons they looked like figures straight from legend and the way their armor shone in the sunlight was the final spark the young man needed to set his life's path as a warrior. Lord Winterblade taught him so many things he didn't even know were real and by the end of the month he was begging them both to take him on at least one adventure.
At first they were set on saying no speaking of the endless dangers in the land and how a boy of 13 wouldn't last long against most of them but using the legendary cleverness of his people he managed to warm them up to the idea and thus began the Prince of the Wilderness's reign in the hills and forests of Southern Tamriel. He had set paw in every province and nearly every city in the south and had learned much about his chosen profession even traveling with Lord Winterblade and his father from time to time.
In that time Magazo had stumbled upon the nearly forgotten martial art of the Whispering Fang, along with the Redguard, the Khajiit are well known for their skill in hand-to-hand combat. He was on a mission for the Riverhold Fighter's Guild slogging through the deep jungles of Elsweyr sent to retrieve a lost family heirloom of some kind that the fool son had lost playing adventurer. He was hot on the trail of the item when he found himself on the edge of a Pirate's camp staring at the golden necklace he was supposed to recover. He was only 17 at this point and still young enough to think he was unstoppable. Sneaking into the camp he had almost managed to get the amulet before he felt heavy hand chop a his neck and dropped him like a bag of rocks.
He awoke tied to the mast of a ship at sea with a heavily scarred and ornamented Cathay-Raht leering at him. This was Dar Ri'sallidad or the Thief Martyr as he sometimes called himself, he was the Captain of the Wave Saber a rebel Privateer from Khenarth's Roost working with the Maormer trying to free Elsweyr from the Thalmor. At first Dar wanted to kill young Magazo, but according to him he saw too much of himself in the young Khajiit and he loved himself too much to kill the kid. So instead he took Magazo on as a Cabin-Boy and Deckhand. It was a mostly Khajiit crew with a few of the strange looking Maormer being masters of the sea helping them. It was on this crew of rebels Magazo not only excelled at being a Warrior and Sailor but earned his title of Do. Dar taught him everything he knew about the Whispering Fang Martial Art the strikes, the footing, making sure to look for openings and how best to capitalize on them. The Whispering Fang is a dangerous art that specializes in ending fights quickly with joint attacks but temper the fighter with controlled movements.
From 17 to 23 Magazo was a crewman aboard the Wave Saber, and joined them on numerous runs smuggling items all around Tamriel even making trips up to Skyrim during the Stormcloak Rebellion. It was here he ran into Lord Winterblade again. The old Nord was surprised to see how well the young Cathay-Raht had grown into his "jaguar man" body. It was also here he had his first real battle with the Thalmor and their Imperial lap-dogs. A stray dog they had taken on board out of pity was a spy for the High Elves and set up an ambush. Winterblade and his squad fought alongside the Khajiit and beat down the ambush leaving no Mer alive. They suffered only a couple of casualties but Magazo was gravely injured and Dar reluctantly left his protégé in the hands of the Stormcloaks to heal.
A few weeks passed before Mag was back to full health and stuck on land, he couldn't very well join the Stormcloak rebellion so he found his Aunt Ahkari's Trade Caravan and joined as a guard. From the age of 23 to 27 he wandered around Skyrim with his Aunt and felt all he had learned with his mother come rushing back and soon he was helping sell items as well as protect them. It was a few days before his 28th birthday when he saw Captain Winterblade's notice in The Bannered Mare. He wasn't able to meet the first send off date with his Aunt getting sick and him not wishing to leave her side.
The 13th came and went and he did his best to follow rumors of the ship but they just seemed to vanish shortly after leaving Solitude. His Aunt made a full recovery and knew her dear Nephew missed the adventure of a lifetime because of his kind heart. As soon as she could convince him she sent Mag to Farrun where the ship was due to make port next. With just his armor, weapons, and his lucky amulet which had saved his life during that ambush, he made a beeline for High Rock. He arrived two days before the Storm Breaker made port and now seeks to join up and see if he remembered his lessons as a sailor.
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