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Introduction:I'm loyal member of the Rise of the Falmer RP thread over at the Skyrim Forums. I'm online as much as I can, but not as much as I would like to be. I am, however, willing to spend more time here to prove my worth to the guild.

Experience Level: I'm somewhat of a Elder Scroll lore nerd, but I'm still investigating all the lore for the Elder Scrolls Online guild. I've played co-op games online and with my brothers, and I'm also a World of Warcraft player.

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In-Game Character Card
Name: Vistha-Kai
Rank: Initiate
Specialization: Tank
Current Orders:

Squad: Alpha
Level:
Race: Argonian
TESO Class: Dragon Knight

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I am Vistha-Kai, and as far as I know I am the last of my order.

The Dark Rangers once served as holy crusaders for the province of Black Marsh. We were taught how to use any type of weapon imaginable to fight every monster imaginable. We were the best of the best.

One day as I headed back to our Guild Headquarters after I had finished dealing with a murder investigation, I was surprised to discover that the place had been ransacked. At first I attempted to look for survivors, but all I could find was the lifeless corpses of my brothers and sisters. I then, in my rage, tried to find any clue that could lead me to discover the people responsible for this slaughter, but I could not find anything incriminating. Rage turned to sorrow, and I left the cave in grief.

I knew in my heart that the only way I could find peace for my injured soul would be to discover the truth of what had happened that terrible day, but without the willpower for the journey, I did not have the strength to seek out answers. I took to booze and began dwelling in taverns. I drunk the pain away, and for a time I was happy with what little I had left. That was until the day a shadowy figure approached me with an offer. Join in their fight against the darkness, do battle alongside individuals of like-mind, and find redemption in a just cause... or drown in booze until the end of my days and the souls of my fallen comrades be forgotten alongside the ideals of a world safe from evil. How was I to refuse such an offer?

Since than,I have been a loyal member of the "Striders", a guild of champions who now serve the Ebonheart Pact in the war for the Imperial Throne.

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I would say he looks something like this: