Zantur Lioless
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30
Khajiit (Pahmar-rhat)
Sign of the Warrior
Follows: Rajhin, S'rendarr,
Imperial Forester and Owner of Honningbrew Meadery in Whiterun
Kin: Angar Lioless the Strong (adopted father)
Unlike the Khajiit that gace Skyrim with their more northern looks, Zantur is tough, able-bodied, and a wild beast from the jungles of Elsweyr. His family moved to Skyrim when he was just a cub, following a small caravan in the hopes of making a fresh start in life. The caravan was attacked and its people slaughtered. Only he was spared, for he had hidden under the toppled wagon while the bandits were busy raiding it. A lone mercenary came down the road, heading for Dawnstar, when he found the upturned cart. Upon inspecting the dead, he heard Zantur crying softly. The mercenary approached him, but Zantur bared his fangs and growled madly, threatening the man with all sorts of terrible things. The mercenary just picked up the thrashing child and took him with to Dawnstar. He tried to hand Zantur off, but no one would take him. Finally, the mercenary was told to stop bugging people and dump the boy off at Honorhall Orphanage. Along the way, they learned to get along and that they actually had things in common. They never made it to the Orphanage. The two of them became their own sort of family; hunting, fishing, fighting, and when Zantur was old enough, went on jobs together. Zantur even took on the mercenary's last name, Lioless, as his own. When Zantur was 26, Angar Lioless was killed by a Stormcloak patrol. Zantur destroyed one of their camps in revenge, and this act was witnessed by an Imperial patrol sent to do the same thing. After much talk and debate, Zantur joined the Legion, proving to be a valuable asset. Now a full fledged Forester, Zantur spends most of his days on missions or running the Honningbrew Meadery. He had saved the previous owner's life, but the man was old and frail, and he died of a respiratory illness a few months later. He left the Meadery to his son, but the son asked Zantur to take over instead as he had other jobs. So Zantur lives a relatively peaceful life with jsut enough adventure to keep him on his toes. Being a massive cat of six foot six, bold black stripes blazing across orange fur, soul-stabbing blue eyes, a nasty scar over the right eye: Zantur is a fearsome beast and not someone you want to cross with. He comes across as a big brute, as you can imagine, but he is also a gentle giant.
M
30
Khajiit (Pahmar-rhat)
Sign of the Warrior
Follows: Rajhin, S'rendarr,
Imperial Forester and Owner of Honningbrew Meadery in Whiterun
Kin: Angar Lioless the Strong (adopted father)
Unlike the Khajiit that gace Skyrim with their more northern looks, Zantur is tough, able-bodied, and a wild beast from the jungles of Elsweyr. His family moved to Skyrim when he was just a cub, following a small caravan in the hopes of making a fresh start in life. The caravan was attacked and its people slaughtered. Only he was spared, for he had hidden under the toppled wagon while the bandits were busy raiding it. A lone mercenary came down the road, heading for Dawnstar, when he found the upturned cart. Upon inspecting the dead, he heard Zantur crying softly. The mercenary approached him, but Zantur bared his fangs and growled madly, threatening the man with all sorts of terrible things. The mercenary just picked up the thrashing child and took him with to Dawnstar. He tried to hand Zantur off, but no one would take him. Finally, the mercenary was told to stop bugging people and dump the boy off at Honorhall Orphanage. Along the way, they learned to get along and that they actually had things in common. They never made it to the Orphanage. The two of them became their own sort of family; hunting, fishing, fighting, and when Zantur was old enough, went on jobs together. Zantur even took on the mercenary's last name, Lioless, as his own. When Zantur was 26, Angar Lioless was killed by a Stormcloak patrol. Zantur destroyed one of their camps in revenge, and this act was witnessed by an Imperial patrol sent to do the same thing. After much talk and debate, Zantur joined the Legion, proving to be a valuable asset. Now a full fledged Forester, Zantur spends most of his days on missions or running the Honningbrew Meadery. He had saved the previous owner's life, but the man was old and frail, and he died of a respiratory illness a few months later. He left the Meadery to his son, but the son asked Zantur to take over instead as he had other jobs. So Zantur lives a relatively peaceful life with jsut enough adventure to keep him on his toes. Being a massive cat of six foot six, bold black stripes blazing across orange fur, soul-stabbing blue eyes, a nasty scar over the right eye: Zantur is a fearsome beast and not someone you want to cross with. He comes across as a big brute, as you can imagine, but he is also a gentle giant.