NAME Saenus Frey RACE Imperial | Reachman GENDER Male
OCCUPATION Priest of Arkay AGE 30s BIRTHSIGN The Shadow
EYES Gold SKIN Bronzed HAIR Black HEIGHT 6'1" BUILD Muscled

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Once a bright-eyed and bushy-tailed young man, Saenus has since been hardened by time, trials, and trepidations. His life has been widely spent torn between identities - A Cyrod born in the hills of the Gold Coast, a Reachman listening to the whispers of spirits, and man of the Divines leading Bretons who are not of his blood to peaceful ends rather than rotting on bloodied battlefields.Despite all this, he remains gentle, kind, and still good to those he's dedicated his life to, now. Saenus is a man of few words and ensures he speaks meaningfully, though any conversation that dares to veer meaningfully into his background gets promptly steered in the other direction. Empathy is the core of his entire being, even for the undeserving, and even if it would eventually be his downfall.

Saenus strikes an imposing figure despite his claims that he was never a proper soldier. He's tall and broad-shouldered, no doubt a result of his mixed lineage, but certainly leans more towards his mother's Imperial side. Dark hair curls around his temples, short and unkempt, framing thick black brows. He boasts gold eyes, something he'd state he got from his father, and is shared between every other Imperial bearing the name 'Frey'.

common

◈ War-Priest - Having spent the last ten years under Covenant banners in Cyrodiil, it'd be no surprise if Saenus was recognized by other Covenant soldiers. However, Saenus was not known for his prowess on the battlefield; instead, he provided priestly comforts to the soldiers away from home.
→ a hook for fellow soldiers who may have spent some time in Cyrodiil. while not a soldier himself, saenus spent much of his time in the company of fellow men-at-arms and knows their kind well.◈ And I Looked, and Behold a Pale Horse - Saenus is perhaps one too comfortable with death. He's typically seen as a bad omen in towns and cities, as he tends to the burial rites of his fellow Bretons or provides comfort in their last moments.
→ in a way Saenus is a therapist. let him embalm your relatives!! he is very trustworthy!!◈ Pacifist - Understandably, a veteran of the Three Banners War remains utterly outspoken about what a travesty it is. Often publishing pamphlets depicting the atrocities committed by the continued fighting, though anonymous, Saenus is a recognizable voice against the war.
→ though published anonymously, Saenus will not hesitate to make his distate of the war in Cyrodiil known.

rare

◈ Dead-Singer - It's necromancy, of a type. When graveyards or old homes or battlefields begin to grow alight with restless spirits, Saenus' voice tends to carry them back to their graves. Known as 'dead-singing', he does not spend his time reanimating corpses for nefarious means, but instead willing the restless to sleep.
→ seances, spirit-handling, and dead people therapy alike.◈ Mixed Heritage - Though he won't shy away from the question when asked, Saenus has lived his life split between Cyrodiil, High Rock, and the Reach. Oddly enough, he seems to have no certain connection to his racial heritages, and has adopted to Breton society the most consistently.
→ reachmen might recognize some of his magicks, taken to be used for the Bretons while he actively shames the other side of his heritage. self-hating reachman, if we would.

locations

High Rock

The Reach

common

"With every poor soul felled in battle, he was there. He wandered the scorched fields of Cyrodiil like a ghost himself, but he made sure those he could reach would not go forgotten. He collected trinkets from the dead, and on his brief leaves home, he spent his time finding their families and ensuring they would not be forgotten. He was the only one that would."
Chorrol, circa 2E 584."The house... It -wept-. The walls would bleed, the floors would screech, and we swore we would not get a moments rest until Saenus arrived. I don't know what he did, but he sang, and with Arkay's mercy, it went to sleep."
Rivenspire, circa 2E 592."He's well spoken and seemingly well acquainted with those of noble status. I heard, in his youth, he was a ward to a nobleman in Rivenspire - Rivière, was it? The one with a -witch-man- for an advisor, and not the Wyrd kind."
Evermore, circa 2E 579.

rare

"Few leave their service in Cyrodiil outside of boxes, but Saenus was an exception. I heard it was the day he finally drew his sword, and stuck it in the belly of one attempting to mutilate a body. He wept in his sleep from that night on, and swore he would never make another bleed."
Wayrest, circa 2E 592."In the south he was a wish-granter, and for his payment, he asked for children... A daughter, born to a noblewoman of Leyawiin, trained at the Battlespire until she died in Varen's Rebellion. A son, born to a whore in Anvil, who sings about death as if it were an old lover. Seamus went and got his head lopped off, but he was the best of our coven."
Karth River, circa 2E 589.

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