Name: Cezar
Basic Description: While his morals may be somewhat loose, his loyalty to the Empire is surprisingly strong. Just the man the Emperor needs in the Iliac Bay to get the kingdoms under control and uncover a horrible mystery.
Nicknames/Aliases/Titles: The Emperor’s Agent
Gender/Pronouns: Cis male (he/him)
Orientation: Bisexual
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Species: Redguard
Occupation: Rogue, Assassin,
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
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Affiliations: The Dark Brotherhood (Eventually Speaker), The Thieves Guild, the Blades, just Emperor Uriel VIII in general
Family: Unknown and irrelevant parents, Amadi (son)
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Their past: Cezar’s first memories are of the Temple of Arkay in the bustling city of Sentinel, and the priests who raised him until he was old enough to want more. He never knew who his parents were, all he knew about his mother was that she left him at the doorstep of the Order, and as for his father, finding him would be even more impossible. He never tried, except for a few flights of fancy as a child where he imagined his parents to be the King and Queen and him to be their lost prince that they’ll someday take home.
Despite the dour priests’ best attempts to raise him well, he quickly turned to a life of crime on the streets. He learned how to pick pockets, break into places where he wasn’t supposed to go and defend himself with a variety of weapons, most of which were stolen. He joined a variety of gangs, switching allegiances every time a new gang looked to be taking power.
The first time he killed someone, it was in self defense. He was breaking into a blacksmith to get weapons for his gang, and was discovered. He took one of the longswords and chopped him apart in a daze. From that moment on, he swore to train himself better to never get in that situation again. He fought with several of his peers and rivals and got very good at self-taught swordsmanship.
This helped him the first time he killed someone for money. He never ventured outside of the city
One fateful day, he found a young man about his age running scared from some shadowy figures. In the days of Jagar Tharn’s rule, these agents were not an uncommon sight. They were worse than the guards. He hated them, and didn’t mind helping a stranger who was probably going to screw him over hide from them, since any enemy of theirs couldn’t be that bad, could they?
The young man thanked him, and told him that he was the Emperor’s son. Cezar laughed at this, since that was impossible, but he had a soft spot for crazy people. So he taught this “prince” all about how to hide and survive on the streets, how to steal for food and survive a knife fight, and how to avoid getting disappeared by those cloaked Emperor’s agents.
A few years after the Warp in the West, he was offered a place in the Black Hand as a Speaker. This seemed like a simple task that involved no time paradoxes, so he accepted. Under him, the Dark Brotherhood had a hidden alliance with the Empire. While they remained illegal, Cezar always managed to block assassinations against key Imperial figures. The Legion and the Blades were always safe from the Brotherhood while he was around. Everyone else, however, was fair game, as per tradition. He was always one of its more secular members, caring less about Sithis and the Night Mother as gods and more about the political realities of the Empire and the Dark Brotherhood’s role in making sure that the chaos he knew as a child would never come back again. If anything, he worshiped Arkay, for his priests had raised him, and death ruled all.
Current situation: After news came of how the Emperor had really been Jagar Tharn, and how his treachery had been ended and how peace could be restored to the Empire, the Emperor sent his Blades to find his missing sons, and discovered that one of them had been in hiding with the help of a Redguard street urchin in Sentinel. The Emperor came to him personally, and offered him great riches and a chance to get off the streets and have a place by his side for his loyalty. He offered him a place as his head of security, since he had been loyal and brave and true. Cezar laughed, since he was none of these things, and declined.
Instead, the Emperor offered him a chance to become his most trusted agent in the Illiac Bay, one who knew the local underworld but could also have his authority to work with the squabbling nobility. Under Jagar Tharn, the Empire had grown weak, and the region was on the brink of war. King Lysandus’s ghost haunted Daggerfall, for reasons that no one could tell. The Emperor trusted his son’s judgement, and knew that Cezar could solve this mystery. With the promise of more riches ahead, he accepted.
While he worked for the Empire now, he never fully left a life of crime. He got into a great deal of trouble with the law for theft and murder. This earned him the attention of the Thieves Guild, which he already had done a bit of work with as a child, and the eye of the Dark Brotherhood. He joined both and rose through the ranks, becoming one of the greatest thieves and assassins that the West had ever known.
He never forgot his oath to the Emperor, and he dug into the mystery of King Lysandus, and discovered a plot that went back to the beginning of the Empire and found himself with the power to remake the area into his own image. Many factions courted him, and it is unclear who he chose. It’s said that Akatosh intervened and caused all of them to have the power of the Numidium. Even he is unsure as to what happened, remembering a thousand choices and a thousand actions all carried out at once. He remembers dying. He remembers being reborn. He remembers giving it to orcs, necromancers, kings and Emperors. He remembers being cursed and blessed by the Underking for helping and not helping him reach the death he craved. He remembers everything but can explain nothing of it.
His role in history is obscured, and mostly unrecorded. He gained little fame, and was widely forgotten. This was how he wanted it. He would rather manipulate things behind the scenes than be a well beloved hero. The famous thieves were never the best ones. The famous assassins were always dead.
Their future?: In 3E 421, a plot began to brew within the Dark Brotherhood. A group of vampires formed a cabal within the Dark Brotherhood called the Crimson Scars, believing that they were called by Sithis to purge or convert all non-vampires within the Dark Brotherhood, making it a vampire exclusive organization. Their coup was foiled, but not before they got one of the Speakers, Cezar, who fought against them valiantly but was finally defeated. He was replaced, and quickly forgotten by even the Dark Brotherhood. The only ones who mourned his passing were the Emperor and his sons, who took his body back to the Temple of Arkay in Sentinel where he was raised, and gave him the funeral of a hero.
When the Aldmeri Dominion sacked the Imperial City in 4E 174, the Thalmor armies desecrated most of the tombs of the Emperors of the past. However, one royal mausoleum remained untouched, the tomb of Princes Geldall, Enman and Ebel Septim. After Imperial forces reclaimed the City, they found the tomb filled with the bodies of elven soldiers, each with their throats slit and their weapons undrawn, with not a single stone out of place. Rumors say that it was the ghost of the Agent, protecting his lieges in death as he had in life. These rumors remain unconfirmed.
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