Cyrodilic Name: Nyra Zia'arus
Black Marsh Name: Keeps-Her-Hold
Race: Argonian
Class: Mage/Necromancer
Arsenal: Prefers to use Pyromancy, Healing, Raising the Dead and Healing Undead. If magic fails she falls back onto the Glass Warhammer she carries on her back.
Appearance: Brass-brown scales with metallic bronze highlights. She often wears long black hooded robes which cover a vast majority of her body and her Warhammer is often visible. She has a rather gaunt, sunken-in face and milky-blue eyes with several magical scars afflicted across her body and face. Had it not been for these ghastly scars and imperfections, Nyra would have been a very beautiful lizard.

Bio:
Nyra hails from Skyrim, rather unusual given that Argonians don't usually fair well in the cold. However, growing up in such a harsh climate does have it's perks - such as bodies deteriorating at a much slower rate and allowing for her to master Pyromancy at a faster rate for survival reasons. This Argonian grew up with just her sister as they braved the country together when they were younger, until they grew old enough to look after themselves and went their separate ways. The two sisters still maintained a good relationship, and meet up to catch up on each other's lives every so often and discretely due to the two of them ending up with infamous reputations.

Nyra has a fear of being alone and a fear of death - perhaps even of Sithis too? She is unable to fathom the thought of not only being lonesome but also either a loved one or herself passing. A combination of her paranoia, fear, morbid curiosity, a sharp mind and a thirst for knowledge had drawn her to the College of Winterhold. Here she practiced and perfected her Pyromancy and Healing Magic; not only defend herself, but also helped ensure her having a much higher chance of surviving those long cold nights in Skyrim. She was quite talented with magic, though she often kept to herself for there were no other Argonians studying there at the time and she often felt more comfortable being around her kind. Sure she had a fear of being alone, but distancing herself from the other students socially or out of the classroom in general didn't necessarily mean she was alone.

Soon enough, shortly before graduating, Nyra had stumbled upon some rather... questionable textbooks regarding various crypts containing Draugers and skeletons or books which were generally about life, death and the undead. The very concept of being able to extend or bring back one's life utterly fascinated her and even brought her mind at ease about her fears. She knew that practicing Necromancy within the college was out of the question, so, she did so in private - starting with small birds and rabbits until she eventually was able to bring back humanoids and more powerful creatures and for longer. Her talents as a mage eventuated her in being able to bring back numerous corpses - and whenever she did, it was often when she was on her own and wanted to socialize without actually socializing. Nyra often spoke to the corpses as if they were never cursed; often cooing over them, saying that she 'felt' that their lives were so unfairly taken away and that her 'gift' to them was a blessing that few understood. She often felt remorse whenever her Magika was either used up or the corpses eventually turned to dust; believing that she should have been able to keep them around indefinitely.

Her shifty practices however, didn't remain secret for long. The abominations she had brought back and the disturbing number of bodies she had brought back to the land of the living was more than enough for her not only to get kicked out of the college but also widely hated across the country once word got out of what she had done to people's loved ones. Nyra would often retreat to shanty towns and Riften; where less people knew her and sought solace in the very town her sister, as a Nightingale, frequently visited. To help with lowering suspicion about what she was and growing up with so many Nords in the country, Nyra would also carry a Glass Warhammer on her back to blend in a bit better and something to use as a last resort should her magic fail her. She wasn't particularly skilled with the two-handed weapon, but she knew enough on how to wield it to use it to cause a decent amount of damage.

Alas, she could visit here too often, otherwise people would eventually find her and would want justice for the crimes of turning the undead. Sure, Necromancy wasn't technically illegal to perform, but the families would have none of it. So, Nyra retreated to Cyrodill, a much warmer climate - and hopefully, not have as much as a bad reputation that she had back in Skyrim.

Voice Sample: Blue Diamond, but with a harsher and raspier voice; typical of Argonians.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uR7_NAIVDqM

Theme Song:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b9l0eiKaJGA

"A change is coming. Everything changes. Even Daedric Princes. Especially Daedric Princes."
- The First Sheogorath


The white Argonian known as Sheogorath formerly Rathalos Wyvern

Name: Sheogorath
Race: Daedric Prince
Physical Form: Male Argonian
Age: 200 +
Sphere of Influence: Insanity

Journey To Power
The Sheogorath you see listed here was not the first being to bear the title of the Mad God, no the first to bear this mantle was Jyggalag, the Daedric Prince of Order. The story goes that Jyggalag had, in times beyond memory, grown in power so much that the other Daedric princes grew jealous and fearful. They cursed Jyggalag to live as Sheogorath, the incarnation of the thing he hated most. At the end of every Era, Jyggalag was allowed to take on his true form once again, and reconquer his lands, an event known as the Greymarch. After that, however, he would be transformed back into Sheogorath, and Sheogorath would spread madness upon his lands once more. Tired of being bound as a gibbering fool, Jyggalag opened a portal to the mortal realm calling for a champion to take his place and break the cycle. His calls were answered by an Argonian known as Rathalos Wyvern. In life Rathalos was fearless and cruel, he was a brute of a Argonian with a taste for violence and an endless thirst for power.

One day during a quest for a rare relic Rathalos was apprehended by Imperial forces and sent straight to prison for his terrible crimes against the empire and humanity. His time in prison sent him undoubtedly mad causing him to kill and devour his cell mate whose bones still litter the dudgeon floor. As time past Rathalos reflected on his actions and he only had one regret, not being strong enough to kill the battalion of Imperial soldiers who had brought him in. For the first time in his life he felt weak and this weakness allowed others to take his freedom away. Slowly being driven mad he devolved to little more than an animal in a cage. He was further egged on by the dark elf in the cell opposite him who would prod and poke at Rathalos causing him to roar and snarl like a wild beast in return. The Argonian was sentenced to life but fate had other plans when opportunity came knocking. The Emperor of the time Uriel Septim VII was being ushered through a secret passage by his bodyguards, that as luck would have it passed right through Rathalos' cell. As assassins had been sent to end Emperor, the ruler's life ended in the catacombs under The White Gold Tower.

During this confusion Rathalos managed to use the secret passage to escape and gain his freedom. After emerging from the dank sewers Rathalos tasted sunlight for the first time in months. Looking up at the burning sun he made a vow that he would never be that weak or vulnerable again. From there he set out to obtain the power he so desperately sought, so that his freedom could never be taken away again. During his lifetime he would preform many great deeds such as becoming a key member of the Dark Brotherhood, growing stronger and wiser with each action. While he has many great accomplishments his greatest victory was against the Daedric Prince Mehrunes Dagon. With Emperor's death the veil between the mortal world and Oblivion was growing weak. Hellish gates opened all over Cyrodiil and daedra spilled out from them, burning cities to the ground as they intended to conquer the mortal realm. Rathalos cared little for the lives lost but he did see Daegon's invasion as a challenge. He marched into each of the great gates sword in hand cutting down entire legions of foul demons in the hell they called home. In time the daedric servants of Daegon were driven back by a single mortal powerful enough to crush this demonic invasion. One by one he closed the Oblivion gates that scarred the beautiful land of Cyrodiil. For this immeasurable act of heroism he was granted the title Champion of Cyrodiil. In his time he was called to the Shivering Isles with promise of power by the first Sheogorath. In time the mortal would learn of Jyggalag's plight and offered to step in. The Champion of Cyrodiil ended the cycle by defeating Jyggalag in single combat during the Greymarch at the end of the Third Era. This released Jyggalag from his curse, allowing him to remain in his true form instead of transforming back into Sheogorath. After defeating Jyggalag, the mortal Champion of Cyrodiil ascended to the throne of madness and became Sheogorath. Now with the title of a god, a realm to call his own and immortality his quest for power was complete. He went from rotting in a castle dudgeon to besting powerful deities in single combat.

Hundreds of years later the god once known as Rathalos has grown bored with his immortality. Given his sadistic nature thirst for power and clearly fractured mind being the god of insanity suits him well. Now with his quest complete he's taken up a pass time all Daedric Prince's indulge in, interfering with the mortal realm and it's people. Once a mortal himself he sees the great things they are capable of instead of viewing them as insects like most Daedra Lords do.



Personality
Despite being completely mad, Sheogorath displays incredible intelligence and insight. He is invested in the affairs of both Oblivion & the mortal realm. Unlike his predecessor he has little interest in foolish ramblings, random acts of mundane natures also lacking the previous Prince's obsession with cheese. Rath is a very different breed of Mad God bringing a whole new brand of insanity to his station. He however dose share one interest with his predecessor and that is deriving pleasure from pushing people from the edge of sanity. Cunning, cruel and seemingly unstoppable in a bloodbath, gore and sadism seem to be his preferred tools for creating chaos and carnage. Still a very young Daedric Lord he cares more about using his power to achieve his own ends rather than being worshiped by those locked up in asylum cells. Having once been a mortal himself be is internally drawn to Tamerial when not ruling over his own realm. Respected and feared in The Shivering Isles he longs to return to the land of the living to use his powers on those people or factions he despised during life. Sheogorath unlike most Daedra dose not see mere mortals as insects, having risen to godhood from a mortal himself he sees they are capable of great things.

One pass time Rathalos has always enjoyed is the reading of ancient legends that inspired him to carve out his own. When speaking of grand acts or noble deeds his demeanor takes on that of a bard recounting epic tales of ages past. This showmanship was a flair that developed upon becoming a daedra, using his powers or extended knowledge to add detail and drama to tales he recounts. While more calm since his days questing as a mortal, one should never anger Sheogorath lest his old wrathful ways bubble to the surface turning him into a snarling vengeful beast that would cause a werewolf to turn tail and run. Despite his twisted way of thinking one thing Sheogorath values is honor (To a certain degree) he prefers to face an opponent head on when possible as he likes to challenge his raw power against other mighty foes, he cannot stand cowards or those who cannot face danger themselves giving him a great dislike for thieves and haughty nobles but a high praise for the talented and great individuals such as accomplished mages or great warriors.