Appearance: Massive in stature, he stands at an intimidating height of 6’8 with a sculpted physique made up of lean, powerful muscle. The majority of his scales are a lighter shade of navy blue, with the exception of a few black and white accents, and his face bears qualities akin to that of a komodo dragon, though he still possesses two short horns at the base of his skull. Curiously, he has no tongue or rather there’s very little of it left, depriving him of speech, and his piercing silver eyes communicate just as little.
Abilities and skills: A physical specimen in his prime, he wields uncanny agility that does not befit his size, as well as immense strength that very few can hope to match. Despite being a self-trained warrior, he’s fierce and downright brutal in combat, if not a little awkward, resilience and determination probably being his greatest assets. Ironically, he’s also a wonderful cook.
Weapons: The classic sword and shield combo.
Equipment: A worn set of leather armour, minus the helmet, keeps him light on his feet.
Magical Abilities: Invisibility
Personality: For starters, Blue can’t talk. As a result, he’s often misunderstood and his solitary nature doesn’t help. Even when he communicates, it doesn’t extend beyond a few head motions, some nondescript facial expressions and a handful of vague hand gestures. If people can get past the stoic face however, they’ll see that he’s a genuinely nice guy with a good heart, and the few friends he does make usually end up having his undying loyalty. Unfortunately, years of slavery have made him cynical and distrustful of others, and he’s developed a repressed form of anger towards the Dunmer for his mistreatment.
Biography: Blue’s one of the very few Argonians born outside of Black Marsh and to not have been exposed to the Hist. He came into the world under an entirely different name, child to a pair of slaves that were on good terms with the owner of the farm. While life was never easy for him, things weren’t nearly as bad as they were for the other slaves since he often got to work in the house, performing chores such as cleaning and cooking. Apparently, he had a knack for the latter, so he was permanently assigned to the kitchens for a long time.
One night, slaves jealous of his privileged life broke into his family’s quarters and slaughtered his parents, only to finish the job by cutting out his tongue. Miraculously, he survived and the offenders were flogged to death as an example to all. Deemed unfit to work in the kitchen anymore, he went back to housecleaning duties, though depression had broken him down into a sorry state that sent him back to working the land as a result. A few years later, he hit a spectacular growth spurt and began to fill out in the final stages of his adolescence, making him a sought after prize by various slave owners. Eventually, he’d been sold to a wealthier, crueller man that lived in Narsis, and the times that followed were the hardest he would ever remember.
He was a young man by the time Morrowind abolished slavery, struggling to live an ordinary life among the people he hated so much. When the Accession War came to light, he joined the Argonian forces as a means for revenge, blaming the Dunmer for all the misery he’d been through. He started out relatively small, nothing more than some insignificant giant with a whole lot of hate for the Dunmer, but as the war efforts picked up steam, so did he. His infamy grew with each battle, amassing him a noteworthy reputation as one of the invaders’ most fearsome warriors. Regardless of the acknowledgement, he still was considered an outcast among his own people due to not being born of the Hist, knowing as little about their culture as they knew of him. Being a mute only further alienated him, and the feeling that he was truly alone had rooted itself deep into the core of his being. When the war came to an end, he refused to follow his kin back to Argonia, believing that he wouldn’t fit in there either. The only difference with Morrowind was that it was home; it was everything he knew, sadly.
Now, he wanders the land without purpose, having adopted the nickname ‘Blue’ due to its convenient and simplistic nature.
Weakness: Mute, big target, relies too much on his physical prowess instead of proper swordsmanship, cynical and distrustful, at a complete disadvantage in long range combat