Imperials

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Name: Tabari Shakir
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Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Imperial
Appearance: Dark brown eyes, dark skin, and dark brown hair, bordering on black. He has a beard and mustache on his face, and he looks serious all the time. Has been said to not know how to smile or laugh.
Personality: Tabari is a serious man, and he doesn't smile or laugh very often. He also tends to be bull-headed and stubborn when it comes to certain things. He isn't afraid to run into danger, if it means saving lives or just doing his job as an Imperial Soldier. He believes the Imperial's cause to be just and right, and nothing can sway this belief.
History: He came to Skyrim from Cyrodiil to serve in the army of the Imperials, to fight in the war against the Stormcloaks.
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Lysander Vellius
Imperial. Twenty-seven. Thieves Guild.
A tall man with black hair and eyes the colour of mixed brown and green, Lysander has scars down the left side of his face that look almost like claw marks and a skin tone (some places covered in flowing tattoos) that suggests a natural tan, him being an Imperial, though it is admittedly lighter than some, seeing as he spends most of his time in the Flagon or sneaking around under the cover of darkness. He can usually be found wearing the armour of the Thieves Guild, or some other thing that can help him enhance his sneaking ability, and he always, always wears a hood. Sarcastic and condescending, he has a son named Calanon, a half-Altmer child by his mother, Faelwen.

Locusta Pulchra
Imperial. Twenty-four. Alchemist.
A interesting with long black hair fanned by braids that form a half-crown on her head, Locusta presents a strong front to anyone who meets her, as she is never one to be cowed or persuaded to do anything she didn't want in the first place. She can be found wearing civilian clothing ranging from poor-looking to lofty and rich, though she generally prefers simple robes, perhaps even mage robes, and subtle jewellery. Often snappy, she takes jobs all over Skyrim, choosing not to settle permanently in any one hold.

Circe Geminus
Imperial. Nineteen. Mage.
A pretty blonde woman with brown eyes and a delicate but constantly serious countenance, Circe has no markings marring her skin whatsoever, whether war paint, scars, or traditional markings. She's a very condemning person, often quick to proclaim (totally wrong) judgement, and she carries herself with the air of someone who knows far more than she actually does, leading many to deem her arrogant, which is true. She wears anything from Apprentice to Adept robes at the College of Winterhold, though she hates the hoods, preferring elegant circlets.