Name: Alator Virane.
Age:397 (he has learned how to manupulate Life in one of his adventures were he met a wizard living all by himself there he learned that restoration is the school that manipulates Life so then shouldnt you be able to actually manipulate Life? Its a difficult spell that makes the one who uses it extremely vulnerable to diseases and blood magic.)
Birthsign: the Lord
Occupation: Archmage, werewolf,sage and scholar.
Origin: The city Arcanea in the Mountains Close to Daggerfall
Apperance: A tall man with dark pretty long hair and a long beard that is tied togheter by leather at its tip. He has blue Eyes with a glimpse of humor.
Werewolf appearance: A large black werewolf with golden glowing Eyes.
Sigil: He is a noble of the wealthy, powerful and old Virane family. He uses the Virane familys sigil wich is a golden eagle on a blue field, or the Councils sigil.
Length : 6,5 feet.
Build. Normally muscular since he travels much.
Loves: magicand the Beauty of nature.
Hates: Necromancers.
Goal: He seeks to master the arcane arts and use them to fight evil and create Peace.
Weaknesses: If anyone has slaves he tries all that he has to free them wich means he can be tricked into ambushes that way.
And he is not good at defending him against Heavy weapons so if he is attacked by a skilled brute with a two handed weapon and magic resist he is going to have trouble getting away alive. And the curse gives him pains from time to time (one or two on a month) wich makes him less capable to defend himself. He has a abbility to get himself in trouble and are vurneable to blood magic and diseases. And Alator is a terrible marksman (he wouldnt be able to hit a wall if it was infront of him :p) and he arent even novice in sneak. He have trouble trusting people unless he has knowed them for a pretty long time. He can also get his head to full sometimes and forget other things. He often says what he Thinks even if it puts him in trouble.
skills/Strenghts: He is a great wizard (thanks to his Breton blood and family) and can cast spells that would make a regular mage drained of magicka pretty easy. He loves to solve riddles and mysteries (especially if it involves magic) and he can wield a blade so he isnt helpless in meele. He has a very Deep knowledge in all schools, except illusion, (master in destruction, mysticism and restoration) and lore. and are a very skilled enchanter.
Personality: Calm and prefers logic Before haste but can become furious when people are arrogant or when Close to daedra or necromancers or those that is having slaves. He holds wisdom and gladly shares it, he is also kind and forgiving.
Artifacts/special items: He has a Mighty staff made of oak, a sword wich has been named shadebane because of the evils it has slain and because it has been enchanted with powerful light magic.
religion: He worships the eight divines and Magnus.
Musical theme:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o0uBYak27fI His musical theme I aimed for startes at around 2,07...
Best memory: When he was playing with his friend Amren in the Mountains when he was seven.
Worst memory: watching the College being sacked and his parents killed.
Story: I was born in the Mountains outside Daggerfall in the city Arcanea, and was the son of a great wizard Agrastyr Virane (an very old family gifted with powerful arcane) who was an master wizard in the council of arcanea an old Guild who has protected High Rock from necromancers and daedric influence for centuries. My father was a kind and wise man that used his great Powers to help the people and my mother was Jullienne Belamont a Wizard that my father had met in wayrest. She was kind and full of humility and had a Deep knowledge in restoration and alternation. I started study magic and other things when i was five in studied in our Guild-hall called the arcaean college(a proud building that was as large as the college of Winterhold, in the Mountains in High Rock west of Daggerfall were it was hidden for those who not belonged to the council) were I learned how to wield the arcane arts and wield a blade and write,read and other things that could prove useful later. My teachers and my parents saw that I had inherited a great Power and was afraid that I would use them for evil. My father always told me that "with great Powers, comes a great responsibility". I was skilled and intelligent and got the best grades in all the schools of magic, except illusion wich I always have had trouble with, lore, language, and in sword-practice, I had a special interesst in lore and I loved the lessons that contained lore. I became a good freind with a Breton named Dunard, he was a very skilled student on alchemy and Alternation. He was kind and shy but very smart.
Arcanea was a city built by White stone. The city wasnt so large itself, but it had one of the largest libraries in Tamriel. The city was surrounded by a high wall and in the centre it stands huge citadel with high Towers.
But one night when i was 16 i woke up and was hearing people screaming and explosions so i looked out and saw that the gates was breached and magic duels and fighting people was everywere on the courtyard and hundreds of undead rushed i through the gate. So I put on my robes took my staff and rushed out with my fellow mage friends and joined the fight.
There I faced and necromancers who were raising our and thei dead and hurled dark and blood magic at us. But after a few minutes i saw I saw my mother die by the hand of an horde of skeletons that ran thier swords through her and when i tried to locate i saw him in a duel with Three necromancers and i ran against them to help him but it was to late and he died in that duel. I bursted out in tears and sweared an oath that i would eliminate every single necromancer and attacked them full in fury. I killed those necromancers that horrible day luckily necromancers are better at raising undead than fight with magic, but when the Tower fell I knew we had to retreat so I gathered those who I could find (who was Three Guardians two wizards and two assasins) and ordered them to go to Daggerfall.
But Before they had taken a step the archmage stumbled out from the fighting wounded badly by an Arrow that had pierced his chest, I tried to heal it but he said "no my Child my time is out, take care of yourself and rebuild this council for you are the new archmage then he drew a Deep breath and became still". I was shocked, my father had told me that i was a brilliant student and had great Powers but i became a Little afraid because of the responsibility, i had Always thought that if i became archmage i would be much older but now i could just do the best I could. So we ran against a forest on the mountain but we didnt get far Before bolts of magic was hurled against us and all of us was struck down luckily i raised a ward that kept me from harm but my friends didn´t and died. Then i saw who had betrayed us, it was the master wizard of conjuration Athar so i shouted "WHY! EXPLAIN YOURSELF WORM!" and he answered with a voice Cold as ice and hard as snow. Isn´t that clear to you Archmage and laughed then he said: I seek Power because im tired of standing in someones shadow so I told the location of your Little college to the black worm cult, and look what happened and now you will die then the king will reward me.
Then attacked he and another wizard dressed black me so i kept beams of Lightning that hit their beams of frost we dueled for minutes than the wizard gave up and were flunged away by my thunderbolt. But then I wanted to prove to Athar the Power of the light and changed my magic into pure light (an restoration school spell that is very effective against undead) but the black sorcerers were left and after a couple of minutes I was starting to get tired and when I thougt I would lose and got afraid i was just a boy and he was a man with decades of experience but then Athar gave up a scream and got pierced by my light. i was so chocked that i didn´t react first but then i realised that he was an master of conjuration and not destruction so i thanked the gods for my luck and threw bolts of elemental magic against the others and then completely exhausted I stumbled away.
I settled down in Daggerfall were i grew in power and developed my skills there with the goal of master the arcane arts (especially the destruction and mysticism and restoration schools) and use them to bring Peace but i also recruited people for my Guild. I helped kingdom to deal with dark forces when they appeared because i find nothing more discusting than necromancy and slavery. And one Beautiful day ten years after the assault I Heard a rumor of Cirion a necromancer in Hammerfell that was gathering strenght for Molag Bal and himself by collecting souls. That was something i couldn´t ignore because I hated Molag Bal and his necromancer servants because they enslave people both in Life and in death. So I packed and left for Hammerfell. But Three Days later when i was Close to Cirions lair I Heard a growl so I turned around and against me in a speed I thought was astonishing a werewolf came and I just had raised my arm Before he had knocked me down and just when he was about to rip me apart I shouted and ran my sword through him but some of his blood came in my mouth and I felt a rage inside me like a beast was tearing me to pieces from inside, and I felt that I wanted to hunt.
I had become a werewolf and since i couldn´t Control my beast i joined the blood hunters (a large pack in the Alik´r) there i learned how to wield my Powers and not would transform if i didn´t want it (so I didn´t by accident kill someone if I got angry). But after four months I realised that I had to stop Cirion so I said Farewell to my friends there and continued to his lair (a small Cave in nothern Hammerfell) and challenged him on a duel. But he had become strong so we batteled for almost two hours and hurled beams and bolts of elemental magic at eachother but even when I unleashed the most powerfullest spells i had against him he didn´t tremble and we both got more tired for every spell we casted so at the end of the duel I was so full of fury that I drew my sword and jumped at him but he throwed a bolt of dark magic that pushed me away so I flew into the Caves wall so hard that i broke my left arm, then he laughed and said "you see I can´t be defeated by anyone of you pathetic human mages". Then I said I Think you have wrong then I unleashed my final Powers in an jolt of lightning that I hurled at him, he tried to protect himself with a ward but he was to late (but he wasnt to late to throw a curse on me that hit me in the side.) and with a scream was flunged away about twenty feet I didn´t see anything more because I collapsed by exhaustion.
I woke up later healed my arm and ate breakfast and released the souls he had captured and when i saw them leaving for atherius i knew i had found what i wanted to do in my Life and left for home (Daggerfall) knowing that i had freed many from an horrible slavery. I decided that i should strike against the dark forces (Molag Bal and his servants as i call them) whenever I can and I waiting for a time when I would be needed. I moved from Daggerfall when i was 81 with some freinds, and built a large castle in the Mountains were I now reside.
