<div class="floatleft">(http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo62/cimsoderholm/Blind-Eye.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Blind-Eye Corvinus<br/><strong>Age:</strong>78<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Argonian<br/><strong>Height:</strong>6'10"<br/><strong>Weight:</strong>220 lbs<br/><strong>Appearance:</strong>While most argonians at least keep a somewhat slender build, Blind-eye have become a massive slab of tendons and muscle. His peculiar preference to unarmed combat and physical background in working the docks and smithing has shaped him accordingly, creating a rather large argonian who have won many a staring competition against nord and orc alike. As his name implies, he is blind on his left eye, being a milky white in contrast to his clear blue right eye. His scales might be mistaken as black, but are rather a very dark shade of green, something which becomes more apparant when the lighting reflects the dark green hue. His jaw and brow is lined with the bony spikes that are common in argonians, but he has no horns, his head covered in deep red feathers instead. His scale is also occasionally broken up with some red streaks, especially n his back and around his facial features. He prefers to wander clad in steel and fur, donning a thick cloak as the winds and snow picks up around him. Lately he has tried to smith some proper gauntlets to put some metal between his knuckles and enemies, but so far his tremendous strength has shown the weakness of ordinary steel, which has lead him on a hunt for stronger materials.<br/><br/>He is a pretty rowdy individual, loud and open with his opinions. So far none has been able to knock him to the ground for his offensive comments (imagined or otherwise) and even if that day would come it wouldn't stop him from standing up and saying it again, louder and prouder than before. To put it frankly his stubborness so far knows no bounds. It remains to be seen if he has a softer side to him, but so far none has been successful in luring it out.<br/><br/><strong>Sexual orientation:</strong>Heterosexual<br/><br/><strong>Back story:</strong>Blind-Eye was the only one born from a clutch in the Argonian Assemblage to a gentle mother and a very strict father. At his hatching his eyes wouldn't open up, staying a milky white. Realizing he could barely feed himself and his wife, let alone a blind child with no real future, he took the hatchling out into the cold night with the intent of drowning it in the freezing murky waters of the Windhelm docks. But as he lowered the child towards the cold water it clutched around his arm with unpredicted strength, holding onto its father. As he pulled the child up again he saw its right eye had opened up, a blue eye with thin slit looking back at him. While his left eye never lost it's milky white he at least had a chance at becoming a productive mouth to feed.<br/><br/>Blind-Eye as the child was named started working at an early age, helping his father with the workload, even earning the occasional coin from the rare kind sailor. All the while he was told stories by the argonian community about the Black Marshes and tales of argonian heroes. His ancestral pride grew with every story and he especially liked the stories his father told him about the Shadowscales. In his eight year his mother hatched a single egg which resulted in his sister, Kirala, being born under the sign of The Shadow. His parents spoke much about the Shadowscales after that, his mother sitting by Kirala's crib night after night waiting for some shadowy figure to come and steal her away.<br/><br/>When Kirala reached the age of five and still hadn't been taken away in the night, their father started spending time with her, training her with bow and arrow on the banks around Windhelm. Blind-Eye was by then an apprentice to an elderly argonian smith, learning the trade of crafting tools, weapon and armor. It was during this time that he also started to venture into the Grey Quarters with his friends to fight with the dunmer kids, shouting names of Black Marsh heroes as they did so. The bitter irony of these little gang wars was not lost on the adults, kicking up the ancient rivalry between the two races. While Kirala got all the attention their father had to spare, Blind-Eye took out his frustration and jealousy on the dunmer, earning a reputation as a fierce street brawler.<br/><br/>As he grew older his bitter contempt shifted from the dunmer to the Nords. After all both dunmer and argonians were little more than slaves under the nords, toiling in the docks or living in squalor in the ghettos. By now he was quite an impressive specimen, stronger even than most of the nord guards of Windhelm. Many were the nights when he and his argonian and dunmer "bretheren" took to the streets to pick fights with drunken nords and belligrent city guards. Both his father and sister despised his behavior, while he in turn despised the close kinship the two had with each other. But all changed over a cold winter night in his 21st year. Having become drunk and brave with mead and wine, the bretheren wnet out into the streets, finding a group of four guards, as drunken with the same coction of spirits. A fight errupted, more brutal than ever before, ending up in one of the guards drawing his sword. In that moment Blind-Eye's father stepped in from the shadows to interrupt the fight, only to be cut down by a strike meant for Blind-Eye. Driven to franzy, the young argonian threw himself at the shocked guard, ripping out his throat with his bare hands and lifting him over his head to drop him back first over his knee. Leaving the guard dead and his comrades fleeing in terror, he picked up his dying father and carried him back to their home. Even with his dying breath he would only speak to Kirala, which drove Blind-Eye to a fit of anger, cursing both his father and sister as he disappeared into the night, making his way over the frozen water and away from the city.<br/><br/>Unable to return to Windhelm, having a bounty for four dead guards on his head for some reason, Blind-eye began to wander the width of Skyrim, taking work as a smith in villages all over the land and even making some good coin and fame in arena-fights with his unequaled martial skill. He often travelled with the Khajiit, becoming very fond of the cat-folk. He always tried to help fellow argonians, dunmer and khajiit in his travels, giving them coin or protection when no other would. He was unable to see anything other than bad things in the nords and other human races, driving his dispise of them even further.<br/><br/>Then he met the Dragonborn. It was on the road between Windhelm and Dawnstar, he was helping a caravan of khajiit along when they were attacked by a band of rogue Stormcloaks. They were badly outnumbered, Blind-Eye and the caravan guard fought on bravely but were losing fast. A sudden crack of thunder and a strong gust of wind threw the bandits backwards as a stranger in iron armour jumped down among them from above and cut into the enemy. Their strength renewed the two beastkin rejoined once more, hacking and pummeling the remaining thugs to death. The mysterious stranger followed them to Dawnstar, telling them of the return of the dragons and how he had found his soul set ablaze by an inner purpose. Once arrived the argonian agreed to accompany the Dragonborn on his journeys.The rest of the tale is stuff of dreams and legends.<br/><br/><strong>Major skills</strong><br/><strong>1:</strong>Heavy Armor<br/><strong>2:</strong>Smithing<br/><strong>3:</strong>Block<br/><br/><strong>Shout:</strong>Disarm (ZUN HAAL VIIK)<br/><br/><strong>Main weapons/spells</strong><br/>Blind-Eye generally use his fists or feet backed up by massive muscle. Even after he retired he has preferred to carry his Imperial armor, feeling rather naked and vulnerable without it.