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Kotadal 'Kota' Daythorne
|Age|
28.
|Birthday|
The 18th of Sun's Dusk.
|Gender|
Male.
|Race|
Redguard.
|Appearance|
Kota stands tall above most, reaching a staggering six feet, four inches. He is broad-shouldered and, although he is quite strong, the leanness of his muscles gives him the appearance of below average, stunting his authority. He has a long, thin sort of face, occupied by soft silver-blue eyes and plush lips. Applied to his face is ever-present warpaint, faded blue lines that drag down in a zig-zag from his eyes and a multitude of dots and speckles thrown about his nose and forehead. His brown hair is always cut short, irritating him dearly if it grows too long, and he keeps him self moderately cleanly shaven, though often has stubble growing upon his chin and cheeks. Missing three of the fingers on his right hand (Pinkie, ring, and middle) Kota is, most obviously, left handed and wields his sword with left dominance. Kota wears basic leather armor, scratched and worn from years of use, which he refuses to exchange it for better plate armor with an excuse of sentimentality and luckiness.
|Equipment|
- One Two-Handed Greatsword
- One Amulet of Mara (For Marriage Availability)
- One Silver Ring (+Health)
{ Ambitious | Optimistic | Softy | Uneducated | Loyal }
Kotadal has a very positive outlook on life. This is present in his constant smile, his cheerful attitude, and his constant need to tease and joke. He is just happy, and happy is what he likes himself and others to be. However, don't take his smile and playful demeanor as a lack of seriousness or respect. No. Kotadal takes everything one-hundred and ten percent serious, and will never falter on a direct order from a superior. His happy-go-lucky exterior changes quickly when danger or the like become present. On the same note, Kotadal is extremely loyal, and takes debts has a steel contract. His allies are his top priority and he will not hesitate to take a nasty blow of a comrade.
However, a person cannot be all good. Kotadal also suffers from being quite a big push-over and becomes soft when brought upon the topic of children or women. He will do anything that is asked of him if one pleads or begs, and will fret constantly if a woman or child (Combatant or no) purposely or accidentally steps into the line of danger. Kotadal is also highly uneducated, knowing nothing more than the sword in his hands and the words on his tongue. He cannot read any language or map or anything of the sort, and has almost no knowledge of history besides his own. Kota is highly embarrass by this fact, and does not mention it when the problem arises, sometimes even pretending to look pages over to not be looked down upon.
|Strengths|
✓ Two-Handed Sword Wielding // ✓ Speech // ✓ Cooking // ✓ Instincts
|Weaknesses|
✖ Stealth // ✖ Archery //✖ Literacy //✖ Magic
|Likes|
▲ Meats //▲ Heroic Stories //▲ Swordplay // ▲ Competition
|Dislikes|
▼ Book Knowledge //▼ Passiveness //▼ Mead //▼ Snow
|History|
Kotadal was born to an older Redguard couple, though he has no recollection of their parental presence. At a young age, Kotadal was given up by his birth parents, and handed off to an old sword master who resided in the mountains on Hammerfell and Skyrim's boarder. In most cases, a caregiver such as the master would have left a fatherly imprint on the child within his care, but Kotadal never thought of him this way. The master was simply the master, and was addressed as such. He was a strict old man, more slave driver than caregiver, but his harsh nature molded Kotadal to his true potential. At the age of nine was when the old master first placed a sword in Kotadal's hand, a wooded one, no less, but a sword. He was forced to train, night and day, until he shook with exhaustion and his muscles ached with overuse, and, for a while, it was all too much for Kota. He saw his master's hard training as power abuse, and often rebelled against his wishes with childish stubbornness.
On the eve after his thirteenth name's day, Kotadal felt he had reached his full potential. That he now had the power to take even the master down. With the stupid confidence only a child could muster, Kotadal stole a steel sword from the master's chest and snuck off into the night to a nearby giant encampment. He intended only to take a few stabs at a mammoth or two, but provoked one of the giants guarding the herd. If it hadn't been for his master coming out of the blue to save him, Kotadal wouldn't be around today. In punishment for his rebellion, his master gave Kota a choice: Never pick up a sword again or lose the fingers on his dominate hand and learn to wield with the other. Kotadal chose the latter.
After that incident, Kota felt no more need to rebel, and had a new-found respect for his old master. The master trained him well, and, when the old man felt the time was right, told Kota he could teach him no more. At the age of eighteen, Kotadal left the mountains with the ambition to see the world. Hammerfell held no excitement for him, so he moved on, traveling through Cyrodiil and Morrowind, and eventually finding himself in Skyrim.
Work was in no short supply in Skyrim, everyone in need of a good adventurer or errand-runner, so Kota found himself quite busy though never completely satisfied. Even though the thrill of lone adventuring got his blood pumping, what Kota truly craved was some companionship on his journeys. He met Narasa Aveen a few short months after entering Skyrim's boarders, only one year after leaving Hammerfell, and quickly volunteered himself to join her up-and-coming mercenary group. Though he had never planned to stay there long, Kotadal found he didn't want to leave. And although he doesn't plan on being a mercenary till the end of his days, wanting to marry one day and live a quiet home life, this set up is just fine for the now.