NAME Rulcarin RACE Altmer GENDER Male
OCCUPATION Antiquarian | Agent AGE 80's BIRTHSIGN The Thief
EYES Blue SKIN Golden HAIR Ashen HEIGHT 6'5" BUILD Athletic

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He was born where the Summer Sets and watched from where the Cloud's Rest atop primeval corals the reflecting prismatic gleam from Aetherius-denied the wheel spin and turn, in which his part was that of a birth neither noble nor ignoble. 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 be denied perfection on the behalf of his people to see a new dawn set and let the burning 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 Aprax. The shards of his integrity dangled in front of him: for each lie he spins, for 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 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, 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 recipes, share knowledge with those wiser and of differing philosophies, and on the off chance someone requires his services: he'll take payment quietly, if not proudly.
→ scholars, enchanters, the odd adventurer and/or duplicitous seekers of arcane enchantment✦ Clawless Dance - He carries with him a Khajiit blade; for most, it is written it off as yet another eccentric collectable the antiquarian carries. But unlike other items, the Elf's eyes turn to melancholy when he speaks of it. Those that press upon him questions of the blade, especially Khajiit, are met with an odd honesty: Rulcarin practices a form of Rawlith Khaj, though he states it is for its original purpose of mediation, a way of connecting to the honored Ancestor, Trinimac through unconventional means.
→ a small hook for those interested in possible Elsweyr connections or simple sparring/philosophical talks; can lead into some backstory nonsense

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✦ 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 rare since Rulcarin is not very public in the Isles or Dominion territory. 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

locations

cyrodiil

Summerset Isles

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"We do not speak of him much, ceruval. We always mourn the loss of one with such promise as he, stunted as he was with magic, his mind was erudite but dark. I will not speak of his crime - but let me simply state his was done out of love for Aldmeris and our Isles, profane as it was."
Cloudrest, circa 2E 583

rare

"Former Justiciar Karvanir Virus 'len Virmaire Sareril Namale 'nel Rulnar Onderil Teldyon etc. served faithfully and with utmost dignity in our paramilitary operations in Elsweyr and in the border regions of the Rim. Until it was deemed necessary by the esteemed bureaus that he did not. With his praxis destroyed through a staged operation and his ruined calian in our possession, we ensure his loyalty and security in foreign subterfuge that targets threats to Merethic interests. Orders henceforth to this operative will be delivered in enchanting formulas.'"
Alinor Thalmor Headquarters, circa 2E 580

"This one knows of an Altmer who knows how to dance without any claws. Yes, taught by a student of Ralwith Khaj, dancing to the song of the wind with his sword. The student took his chances with the Dominion rather than the temple of the Twin-Moon. Khajiit does not know how the student died, but the Altmer mourned - taking his sword, a dark path with no guiding moonlight ahead of him.'"
Alinor Thalmor Headquarters, circa 2E 580

"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

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