"Whatever exists, he said. Whatever in creation exists without my knowledge exists without my consent.....Only nature can enslave man and only when the existence of each last entity is routed out and made to stand naked before him will he be properly suzerain of the earth."
NAME Rhys of Two-Streams RACE Reachfolk | Imperial GENDER Male
OCCUPATION Crime Boss | Witch AGE 30 BIRTHSIGN The Apprentice
EYES Green SKIN Tanned HAIR Dark Brown HEIGHT 5'11" BUILD Brawny
He was once a dreamer. But the once wide-eyed boy born under the canopy of white-gold died in the dark hills to become a listless slave to the whims of dark whispers and cold comfort in the hands of the void. He took to wandering, a healer whose hands are inked in ichor borne not of that selfless art; he is a butcher of flesh, not a mender of it. But remains of want always stain his soul: wants of knowledge, to remember the echoes of dying magic shunned by a world that wishes to forget it.He was once a slave. Shackled by fate and cruel ritual. No longer. Within him burns rage, ambition, cinder-like scorn that is a cold heat, but nonetheless volatile and consuming. Rhys has vowed that the world will remember. It will not forget.
The half-breed strikes an imposing, almost regal figure. While not incredibly tall, he is broad in the shoulders and powerfully built. One would be forgiven for mistaking him as a Cyrodiil with his tan skin and haughty features. But he is marked in ink that displays the other side of his heritage, fashioned in the form of black gnarled, grasping roots. He wears fine -- though functional -- garb, a contrast that displays his origins.Rhys is not a pleasant man to be around for most. He is terse, unempathetic, condescending, rarely expressive and dry-toned to the point that his jokes can often be confused for insults. All interactions serve some form of purpose to the witch-man, and he has little to gain from idle gum-flapping. Though, he is not without his merits when one is able to break through his defenses.
common
"Two-Streams. Karth, Niben. Just a fancy title for a half-breed whelp with Reach blood. Aye, sure, we've got the blood of many in us just as well. But he wasn't born in the Reach, didn't struggle like us. Took to witchcraft and spirit-calling well enough, but he talks like a Cyrod, acts like one, dresses like one. Still has lot to prove. Now pass the klef!"
Markarth, circa 2E 589"Mm, doctor-man stitched me up well after a run in with some gang. Cooked up some potions. Real talent to have a green-thumb in a desert, yeah? Imperial City trained him well, 'spose. Haven't seen him patching up us bums as of late though, probably pissed off, bedside manner was right shite."
Abah's Landing, circa 2E 591"I've seen an infidel in black walking the streets at night, when the bazaars show wares best suited for the moonlight's eyes. He speaks to the occultists, the face-shapers, the Satakals and desert mystics. Mad men and women. He is to be avoided."
Abah's Landing, circa 2E 591
rare
"Aye, my son went into the Reach. Seeking glory, revenge for his pa on some Reachmen. Know how his uncle found him? Birds picked his eyes out, guts hanging around a dead, black tree. A bowl of dried blood. That was years ago now. But always struck me as odd that his throat had been cut -- those barbarians like to see good people suffer."
Falkreath, circa 2E 588"Khajiit knows many things of the Two-Streams, information flows downriver to these slums. He knows that the witch-man hates the company of others, except a red woman. You'll not find him in any tavern, but his breath always has a hint of liquor on it. But Khajiit knows him to be clever for one with no claws, and offers much to those who have no qualms, if they get his attention, that is."
Abah's Landing, circa 2E 591
🜃 Witch-Man - Rhys is a witch of a minor coven, merging the more chaotic and corrupting hedge magic of the Reach with the more classical, orthodox arcana learned in Cyrodiil. A mystic, he seeks knowledge on the nature of magic itself alongside researching a breadth of artifacts. While never much of a true academic, he is open to dialogue between fellows in arcana or those with leads on obscure magic.🜃 Butcher and Mender - While Rhys does not actively practice surgery anymore, he is still willing and able to perform healing on those that have need of it. To supplement his skills, he is a well-practiced alchemist, and can be convinced to sell his tinctures and poisons or perhaps even train those seeking to learn more of the science.🜃 Dark Hills, Dark Whispers - The Reachmen are not known for their mercy. Many a poor person has found their lives ended short by an arrow or captured for a sick sacrifice to the Spirits of the Reach. Rhys, once a follower of Namira, has done rather cruel things to undeserving people in the name of his spirit-queen and coven. And no deed goes unpunished, good or evil.🜃 Curate of Wheel-Spanning Crime - Rhys' affiliations are kept quiet for the most part. But those that do manage to weave their way through the web of rumors to the source may find a willing employer in Rhys, offering work that spans the Aurbis in search of relics and knowledge that can turn a profit -- dangerous work, but well-paying.
strengths
â—ˆ 'Reach-magic' - Master
â—ˆ Alchemy - Expert
â—ˆ Enchanting - Adept
â—ˆ Surgery - Adept
â—ˆ Stealth - Novice
weaknesses
â—ˆ Speechcraft
â—ˆ Martial Combat
â—ˆ Alcoholic
â—ˆ Violent
â—ˆ Depressive