Mid TwentiesPhysical Details/Short history:
Having been born common in the lands of Morrowind, he has no markings of any sort of status, but as his skills progressed he grew a fondness for jewelry to show his wealth. He stand at about six foot. At a young age he apprenticed himself to an assassin of the Morag Tong, learning the skills that would one day lead to him being outcast from that Guild. In only a few short decades his skill outgrew his master, and from there his reputation for taking on contracts few else could manage grew.
Sovelis, however didn't like the way the Morag Tong was falling behind the way the houses grew, and seen their worship of Mephala as another thing tying them down. Others in the Guild didn't feel it to be so, but with his own convictions he sought a means to change things, to bring the Morag Tong into the new era. Tradition was one thing, but stagnation would make them into nothing more than a tool of Great Houses, and possibly not even that. The Morag Tong had nearly been crippled by the eruption of Red Mountain, but they'd managed to survive and and pull back together.
Surviving the fall of time would be another matter, and so Sovelis went about research in his free time, looking for a way to unite the Morag Tong behind him. In the end the best path was that of becoming guild master, but the path to that seat could lay decades or even centuries into the future if things didn't change, and he decided by then it would be too late. With grimness, he went to a secret shrine of Mehrunes Dagon in an attempt to get Mehrunes Razor. Sovelis was weary as that thing went a little too well, and it's best not to record of what Dagon asked of him in exchange for the prized blade. Needless to say that he left the shrine with a blade that was suppose to be an assassins treasure, what he'd gotten was much different.
He began the internal dispute by killing the Guild Master of the Morag Tong, and upon killing the older Dunmer, he noticed that the blade was not what the legends and written scripts said it was. Oh, it was a deadly blade to be sure, but the Guild Masters magic had protected him from the first blow completely. It fell then that the Morag Tong were splintered not unlike when the Dark Brotherhood broke off from their number, the Guild Masters second being the leader of the Traditionalist, and Sovelis the Guild Masters third the leader of those few who were for change. Though he knew many only followed for reputation of the daedric artifact he now carried.
The war went on for nearly two decades, while the Morag Tong gave a solid front despite them killing one another en masses. Writs of Execution continued to be sent out, and most nobles probably knew nothing of splinter within. However, the Blade Sovelis had gotten from Dagon continued to fail to match what the scriptures and legends told, and on more than one occasion some magic or even very good armor would deflect the blade. So it came that he was defeated by the second of the Morag Tong, Sovelis having grown too reliant on the blade that had brought many followers behind him.
A mountain happened to be the scene of the battle, the second having decided to settle score in private, the victor took all. Sovelis was well matched in skill, but he underestimated the Second, and overestimated Mehrunes Razor despite the failings he'd seen again and again. A plate under the ribs, strengthened by magic is what stopped Mehrunes Razor this time, and then the Second slipped his own dagger between Sovelis's ribs and pushed him from the mountain and into the see.
Sovelis didn't die that night, the second had not fully pieced his own armor, and it was not as deep piercing. He swam to shore, but new he'd lost the Morag Tong. Even if he showed up alive, it would still be known that the second had won, but now Sovelis had other things on his mind. Like the dagger that had failed him time and again, the blade that didn't seem to live up to it's repuation, and that had him not only curious, but rather upset at being tricked by the Prince of destruction, even though it should have been expected. How much entertainment had Sovelis given the Deadric Prince, especially after speaking of moving away from deadra worship.
He decided to leave Morrowind, and let the second have the Morag Tong for now. He began to work on his fighting style, working to get rid of his reliance on the small blade that proved not to be what it was claimed to be, though he still used the weapon. Through out his journey searching for experts on deadric artifacts, he continued working his style until it honed to a fine point, and even Sovelis didn't think the second would have stood a chance against it. So came to be that he arrived in Skyrim, and then went in search of the college of Winterhold to seek knowledge about the blade that had been both the doing and undoing of his ambitions.Core Combat Skills*:
Core Supplementary Skills:
- One Handed(Duel Wielding)
- Light Armor
- Mehrune's Razor(either a fake, or purposely weakened)
- Ebony Sword(enchanted to steal health, and break enchantments)
- Leather armor reinforced with plates of Ebony
- Poisons(a wide assortment, not all lethal in their own right}
- Not even a hundred Septims
- Jewels, and jewelry(the main stay of his considerable wealth)
None as of yet, though his former affiliation with the Morag Tong may have consequences when dealing with the Dark Brotherhood.