NAME Rulcarin RACE Altmer GENDER Male
OCCUPATION Antiquarian | Agent AGE 80's BIRTHSIGN The Thief
EYES Blue SKIN Golden HAIR Ashen HEIGHT 6'7" BUILD Athletic

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From his earliest days his chosen path of perfection, that of Alaxon, was the mastery of the magic born from the ancient runes of the material prison in which they reside and offering invocations to the most Blessed of Ancestors to guide his steps. Sadly, his path was that to spill blood to the beat of the Doom-Drum, to dance and slaughter with each pounding thrum that reminded him of all that was sacrificed in a mythic age so that he may walk. It has led to his lot now: to be denied perfection and Aetherius on the behalf of his people to see a new dawn rise and let the auroran wings of Aldmeris shine brightly in the shattering fractals of man's youthful reign.His life is spent in exile and in the shadows found there within - a crooked, sardonic smile hiding the rage and shame. Such is the life of the accursed Aprax. The shards of his integrity dangled in front of him. For each lie he spins, for each life he takes, a piece is put back together by a nameless mer that gives him orders. And between those missives, he plays his part: an antiquarian, a bureaucratic assassin and agent whose clients of both legal and illegal means share the same shelves - a thousand names and stories spun around him like a gossamer cloak.A Phynastrian stride with just ever-so slight imperfections gives him the aura he seeks: proper, but not Altmeri proper. Enough to put the young and corrupted peoples of the mainland to ease, but maintaining at least some appeasement to the higher deities that have forsaken him. Such as he is in almost all matters that face the public: appeasing, proper - a professional in all aspects from carnifex to bookseller. And those that see past the façade witness a mer of shattered stained glass, reflecting colors of rage, wit, ruthlessness, professionalism, wanting, and sorrow.

common

✦ Sublime Antiquarian - His daytime trade is that of the bookseller within the walls of Leyawiin, a storefront named 'Ald Vellum'. Additionally an antique dealer, ever-so slightly dipping his toes into the occult but not enough to raise brows - just enough to garner some noise, to create an air of eccentricity that drives business forward. He plies old tomes dating from when the first quill hit parchment, antiques from this plane and beyond, and perhaps even leads of the arcane obscura.
→ a broad, simple hook. need an old book for a plot or just character interest? a potential antique to decorate the home? maybe even some coin in hunting down something obscure? all and above are warranted✦ Alaxonic Enchanter - While he does not offer his services on a commercial basis, Rulcarin is a talented enchanter. He will go to great lengths to find new enchantment formulas, share knowledge with those wiser and of differing philosophies, and on the off chance someone requires his services (usually someone with good references): he'll take payment quietly, if not proudly.
→ scholars, enchanters, the odd adventurer and/or duplicitous seekers of arcane enchantment✦ High Society, Middling Mogul - In circles of nobility and aristocrats he sometimes finds himself inserted in hallowed halls of ancient blood and prestige. He exercises his trade amongst them, be it collectors seeking forgotten pieces from their ancestral past or scholars seeking lost knowledge, he tells them the same: if he doesn't have it now, he will. But he just as well enjoys the swaying dances of balls, the taste of good drink on his tongue accompanied by rumor and hearsay.
→ nobility, merchants and socialites looking to spread hot gossip with the friendly local bookseller who probably sold your brother-in-law's uncle a trinket at some point and you're just dying to have one too (one up the bastard)✦ Ancestral Archery - Was it not Auri-El who took from Trinimac the Heart of the foul Lorkhan and affixed it to an arrow to banish it forevermore in the depths of a prison of Lorkhan's own making? Rulcarin's hands are not blessed, but they have been honed to draw the string of the expertly carved yew held his in hands, glimmering enchantments on the tips of feather adornments. He can often be seen practicing - each draw and loosing of an arrow nigh-perfect; it's never enough.
→ a very generic hook: could be an easy conversation starter, place for competition, hunting, possibly mentorship, etc

rare

✦ Bureaucratic Bloodletter - In alleys and morally repugnant dens of deceit where lives are traded like goods for the price of coin, he is sometimes mentioned. Not often - many consider his method of contact just as labyrinthine as the Dark Brotherhood, where one must select the correct book or item depending on the service, and then experience a period of waiting and elaborate planning - but they never say he is unprofessional.
→ assassin, spy, broadly criminal hook: Rulcarin has a unique method of accepting contracts, as stated above. he offers killings, information gathering, even fencing. on occasion, he'll offer employment to others to do such tasks. he's careful and paranoid, though, so it will require some amount of OOC discussion✦ Darker Still - There is more beyond just a well-placed arrow in the neck of an unlucky target or being on the end of his 'arranged, one-sided meetings'. And far more than just simple books, or passing occultism for the purposes of marketing. No, his connections are vast; beyond this plane, even. There is no taboo, no forbidden secret to Rulcarin if it means furthering his ends, payment bought in secret as well as coin to glean a bit into the dark beyond the stars.
→ occultism, Daedric knowledge, delving too deep into things mortals shouldn't, that kind of thing. be it a relic or a contact from Oblivion, he can get in touch.

very rare

✦ Where the Summer Sets - He does not visit his homeland often. For all intents and purposes, he is dead to Altmeri society - they will not speak to him for an unspeakable crime done in the service of the homeland. But those within the Thalmor, the Queen's Eyes and upper levels of Aldmeri governance know full well: he is loyal and leashed, a torch waiting to set alight the world of man, even if he too must burn for it.
→ aldmeri hook, listed as very rare since Rulcarin is not very public in the Isles or Dominion territory and has changed himself physically countless times. those seeking Dominion intrigue, a potential sleeper agent. revenge for misdeeds done in the name of Dominon, or counter-intelligence will need to be discussed but not unwelcome

common

"Oh, that Altmer? The one who runs that little books and antiques store? Fine fellow, even for a haughty High Elf. Sold me a tome for my nieces' studies at the Guild, fair price, charming company! Think I might have to buy some trinkets for my study from him sometime."
Skingrad, circa 2E 588"Eh? Only elf that passed through here was a Direnni, said he was an healer on his way to treat the Lord. Load of good he did - Lord still died a couple of weeks later, though apparently the Elf did all he could. Now his son's Lord, and he's turned the land barren, Sheor curse 'em."
Stormhaven, circa 2E 590"Some performer from the House of Reveries came through town, did you hear? Tall, lanky fellow, dressed in shimmering sea silks and an alabaster mask. Was quite the entertainment I say with his (or her, couldn't quite tell being honest) myriad of enchanted items dancing about. Said their name was 'Motley' or something of that sort."
Kvatch, circa 2E 583"Not too sure where that Elf is from, being honest. Pry enough and I think he said something about being of the Corelanya Clan - those Daedra worshipping Elves. No, no not the Dunmer, ya dolt. The Altmer ones! But that'd make him nobility right? What's he doing running some bookstore here? Bet he got exiled from that College for digging too deep, ask me!"
Leyawiin, circa 2E 591

rare

"The Elf goes by different names. Usually, 'Rulcarin' but if you're doing a letter, don't ask for him by that name. Keep it anonymous, ask for 'Prince Juliek Reman: The Emperor Who Never Was' and say you wish to 'gift' it to someone. Then you wait. Eventually, that someone will get sick, or fall off their horse, or for an extra fee, some vizier or steward is found guilty of treason. Not sure if it's actually him, or one of his cronies. Heard he offers other things too - you just have to know the right thing on the shelf."
Anvil, circa 2E 592

"He'll never tell you who his contacts are. They could be Daedra, far as I know. My guess is he has access to Fargrave, some way. But be warned: you rope yourself in with him, you'll never get out. He'll find some way to get his use out of you. People are tools to the Elf, nothing more. And you never heard me say this - if he finds out, I'll be a corpse floating in the docks by sunrise, I suspect. More than a handful of people go missing after dealing with him, but they always get what they want at first."
Leyawiin, circa 2E 592

"We lost many in the tragedy that occurred in our city, including the Exultant Clan of Teldryn-Sariel. The Aldarch's say they have scant few heirs remaining, if any at all. A son was said to have gone to serve Alinor and Her Dominion some time ago, but he has never returned, and no body is in the ancestral coral crypts. I've heard he yet lives, but only in body, not in Praxis - Our Ancestors weep for the loss of another divine bloodline.'"
Cloudrest, circa 2E 594

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OOC section and about me. First, thanks for reading or at the very least clicking on this link. Second, I'm a 20-something RPer that has played everything from SWTOR to XIV and of course, ESO. Like a lot of people in the community, I enjoy mature themes and so on with my RP, things ranging from criminal hijinks to horror of all varieties and violence. I lean towards paragraph posting but by no means am I elitist about this and I'd rather tell a good story than constantly wax poetic and move nowhere. At the end of the day, we're all here to have fun, and communication is often the start of it. If you've any questions or wish to set something up, please do reach out!My schedule, to be frank, is ass. I work a weekly rotating 3 to 4 day 12 hour schedule on the front-half of the week, so Sunday through Wednesday and Saturdays due to early bed-times are (usually) a no go. I also have other interests and responsibilities outside of RP that eat up a solid chunk of my days off, so in-game may be tricky; I am willing to work with people, however. Discord RP is open with the caveat we set some expectations as to posting since I think almost everyone has been at the point where it just fizzles out due to delays in posting on one or both sides.My in-game is @apparition.aes.All credit to this Carrd format goes to Cloverpatch!