The universe is no narrow thing and the order within it is not constrained by any latitude in its conception to repeat what exists in one part in any other part....For existence has its own order and that no man's mind can compass, that mind itself being but a fact among others.

NAME Rulcarin RACE Altmer GENDER Male
OCCUPATION Businessman | Investigator | Agent AGE 100's BIRTHSIGN Thief
EYES Cerulean SKIN Golden HAIR Ashen HEIGHT 6'7" BUILD Athletic

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From his earliest days his chosen path of perfection, that of Alaxon, was the mastery of the magic born from the ancient runes of the material prison in which they reside and offering invocations to the most Blessed of Ancestors to guide his steps. Sadly, his path was that to spill blood to the beat of the Doom-Drum, to dance and slaughter with each pounding thrum that reminded him of all that was sacrificed in a mythic age so that he may walk. It has led to his lot now: to be denied perfection and Aetherius on the behalf of his people to see a new dawn rise and let auroran wings shine brightly in the shattering fractals of man's youthful reign.His life is spent in exile and in the shadows found there within - a crooked, sardonic smile hiding the rage and shame. Such is the life of the accursed Aprax. The shards of his integrity dangled in front of him. For each lie he spins, for each life he takes, a piece is put back together by a nameless mer that gives him orders. And between those missives, he plays his part: an antiquarian, a bureaucratic assassin and agent whose clients of both legal and illegal means share the same shelves - a thousand names and stories spun around him like a gossamer cloak.A Phynastrian stride with just ever-so slight imperfections gives him the aura he seeks: proper, but not Altmeri proper. Enough to put the young and corrupted peoples of the mainland to ease, but maintaining at least some appeasement to the higher deities that have forsaken him. Such as he is in almost all matters that face the public: appeasing, proper - a professional in all aspects from carnifex to bookseller. And those that see past the façade witness a mer of shattered stained glass, reflecting colors of rage, wit, ruthlessness, professionalism, wanting, and sorrow.

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Infrasleeve Transmission R3-09: Channel GrantedSinderill Memospore, Dossier: RulcarinOf our ranks, few elude us so much as Rulcarin 'len Kianra Aicessar Raewen 'ata Rulvanir Ondintar Irastinaire 'cal Direnni. Some remember the man when he was of his younger years, training up until he reached the age in which his hands touched the Stone of Zero. It was then he was sent both as foster and agent unto the realm of our ancestors. We'll not mention his failures, and our neccesities, that led to our decision that he may never return to any land of Aldmeri heritage, but it undoubtedly led to his silence for some three decades. Until now.We'd be remiss to mention if we were both concerned and intrigued at the sudden resurgence of this particular agent; decades of silence up until it seemed, once again, affairs of the mainland threatened to tear the Mundus asunder does raise a brow or two. And while inquiries were brought up as to his legitimacy and loyalty to the Clan, all behavioral reports tend to match what we have. Still, some among our number have their doubts if this the Rulcarin born of Adamantium or one who has taken his guise - a matter requiring more keen observation.We've gathered that Rulcarin is a hyper-lethal Mer whose devotion and willingness to burn away his virtue for the sake of his task is both one of great value, and of grave unease. Assessments from afar give way to a showing of an acute amount of paranoia, scrupulous efforts to maintain cover upon cover on himself until one cannot seem to tell where one Mer begins and the other ends.However, we do know that beneath all masks that Rulcarin wears is one thing: shame. Shame to never carry the power of Magnus that is the pride of all our people, shame of his failings that led to him to be the most accursed thing in the eyes of our Ancestors, shame he will serve a cause that he will never reap the benefits of.All of which was planned since the moment of his conception. He shall be the tool forged in a crucible of our making to see a new dawn rise, for all Merethic kind.Glory to Cal Direnni. Glory to Aldmeris.Infrasleeve Transmission closed.

common

✦ Sublime Antiquarian - His daytime trade is that of the bookseller within the walls of Leyawiin, a storefront named 'Ald Vellum'. Additionally an antique dealer, ever-so slightly dipping his toes into the occult but not enough to raise brows - just enough to garner some noise, to create an air of eccentricity that drives business forward. He plies old tomes dating from when the first quill hit parchment, antiques from this plane and beyond, and perhaps even leads of the arcane obscura.
→ a broad, simple hook. need an old book for a plot or just character interest? a potential antique to decorate the home? maybe even some coin in hunting down something obscure? all and above are warranted✦ Alaxonic Enchanter - While he does not offer his services on a commercial basis, Rulcarin is a talented enchanter. He will go to great lengths to find new enchantment formulas, share knowledge with those wiser and of differing philosophies, and on the off chance someone requires his services (usually someone with good references): he'll take payment quietly, if not proudly.
→ scholars, enchanters, the odd adventurer and/or duplicitous seekers of arcane enchantment✦ High Society, Middling Mogul - In circles of nobility and aristocrats he sometimes finds himself inserted in hallowed halls of ancient blood and prestige. He exercises his trade amongst them, be it collectors seeking forgotten pieces from their ancestral past or scholars seeking lost knowledge, he tells them the same: if he doesn't have it now, he will. But he just as well enjoys the swaying dances of balls, the taste of good drink on his tongue accompanied by rumor and hearsay.
→ nobility, merchants and socialites looking to spread hot gossip with the friendly local bookseller who probably sold your brother-in-law's uncle a trinket at some point and you're just dying to have one too (one up the bastard)✦ Ancestral Archery - Was it not Auri-El who took from Trinimac the Heart of the foul Lorkhan and affixed it to an arrow to banish it forevermore in the depths of a prison of Lorkhan's own making? Rulcarin's hands are not blessed, but they have been honed to draw the string of the expertly carved yew held his in hands, glimmering enchantments on the tips of feather adornments. He can often be seen practicing - each draw and loosing of an arrow nigh-perfect; it's never enough.
→ a very generic hook: could be an easy conversation starter, place for competition, hunting, possibly mentorship, etc

uncommon

✦ Bureaucratic Bloodletter - In alleys and morally repugnant dens of deceit where lives are traded like goods for the price of coin, he is sometimes mentioned. Not often - many consider his method of contact just as labyrinthine as the Dark Brotherhood, where one must select the correct book or item depending on the service, and then experience a period of waiting and elaborate planning - but they never say he is unprofessional.
→ assassin, spy, broadly criminal hook: Rulcarin has a unique method of accepting contracts, as stated above. he offers killings, information gathering, even fencing. on occasion, he'll offer employment to others to do such tasks. he's careful and paranoid, though, so it will require some amount of OOC discussion✦ Where Stars (do not) Shine - There is more beyond just a well-placed arrow in the neck of an unlucky target or being on the end of his 'arranged, one-sided meetings'. And far more than just simple books, or passing occultism for the purposes of marketing. No, his connections are vast; beyond this plane, even. Across the stars and every spoke of the wheel he will find that which is lost, that which eludes even the greatest of minds. His services here are as clandestine as his role as carnifex, but those that seek to know what is unknown and unravel tangled webs of conspiracy may find Rulcarin a valued hand.
→ occultism, Daedric knowledge, delving too deep into things mortals shouldn't, that kind of thing - investigation and mystery, Rulcarin can find anyone, anything, across any plane, it just may cost more than gold.

rare

✦ Auroran Dawn - For all intents and purposes, he is dead to Altmeri society - they will not speak to him for an unspeakable crime done in the service of his kind. But his loyalty has not ceased. He furthers the ends of those who wish to see a new Merethic age. From powerful relics to the deaths of ambassadors so Man cannot know peace until they submit, he is a tool for powers that should not be - and he relishes in it.
→ it'll take some heavy OOC communication, but if your character(s) have interest in Dominion, Direnni or other Elven hijinks, feel free to ask - intrigue, conspiracy, Three Banners War focused.

common

"Oh, that Altmer? The one who runs that little books and antiques store? Fine fellow, even for a haughty High Elf. Sold me a tome for my nieces' studies at the Guild, fair price, charming company! Think I might have to buy some trinkets for my study from him sometime."
Skingrad, circa 2E 588"Eh? Only elf that passed through here was a Direnni, said he was an healer on his way to treat the Lord. Load of good he did - Lord still died a couple of weeks later, though apparently the Elf did all he could. Now his son's Lord, and he's turned the land barren, Sheor curse 'em."
Stormhaven, circa 2E 590"Some performer from the House of Reveries came through town, did you hear? Tall, lanky fellow, dressed in shimmering sea silks and an alabaster mask. Was quite the entertainment I say with his (or her, couldn't quite tell being honest) myriad of enchanted items dancing about. Said their name was 'Motley' or something of that sort."
Kvatch, circa 2E 583"Not too sure where that Elf is from, being honest. Pry enough and I think he said something about being of the Corelanya Clan - those Daedra worshipping Elves. No, no not the Dunmer, ya dolt. The Altmer ones! But that'd make him nobility right? What's he doing running some bookstore here? Bet he got exiled from that College for digging too deep, ask me!"
Leyawiin, circa 2E 591

rare

"The Elf goes by different names. Usually, 'Rulcarin' but if you're doing a letter, don't ask for him by that name. Keep it anonymous, ask for 'Prince Juliek Reman: The Emperor Who Never Was' and say you wish to 'gift' it to someone. Then you wait. Eventually, that someone will get sick, or fall off their horse, or for an extra fee, some vizier or steward is found guilty of treason. Not sure if it's actually him, or one of his cronies. Heard he offers other things too - you just have to know the right thing on the shelf."
Anvil, circa 2E 591"He'll never tell you who his contacts are. They could be Daedra, far as I know. My guess is he has access to Fargrave, some way. But be warned: you rope yourself in with him, you'll never get out. He'll find some way to get his use out of you. People are tools to the Elf, nothing more. And you never heard me say this - if he finds out, I'll be a corpse floating in the docks by sunrise, I suspect. More than a handful of people go missing after dealing with him, but they always get what they want at first."
Leyawiin, circa 2E 592"Khajiit recalls well the aftermath of the Dominion's excursions into Anequina - attempts to bring those unruly clans to heel, to bring the Tharn-woman's occupation down. A team of Justiciars, it is said, among them. This one does not know the details, but he does know few crossed back into the jungles of the south, most in chains - the others, cut down not by Khajiit claws, but Altmeri blades."
Rimmen, circa 2E 589

strengths

◈ Archery - Near-Master
◈ Enchanting - Expert
◈ Martial Arts - Expert
◈ Interrogation / 'Persuasion' - Adept
◈ Sleight-of-Hand - Adept

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weaknesses

◈ Magically Vulnerable / Stunted
◈ Paranoia
◈ Egotism
◈ Cursed
◈ Manipulative