Name: Duriel Race: Khajiit Sex: Male Sign: The Lady Occupation: Thief Guilds/Houses: former Thieves Guild Captain and former House Brother of House Hlaalu Armor: glass cuirass, glass greaves, glass pauldrons, black shirt, black pants, black gloves with inlaid ebony Weapon(s): ebony shortsword, ebony dagger Duriel came to Morrowind to seek his fortune in others wealth. He was living well as a thief but he still could not reach the level of wealth that he had dreamed of since living in poverty in Cyrodiil. This lead him to join the Thieves Guild and rise through the ranks as a great thief. He was once part of the return of the Bal Molagmer but was quickly seduced by greater wealth, joining the Great House Hlaalu and leaving the Thieves Guild behind. House Hlaalu sent him to represent thier interests in Ebonheart. When there was talk of a new island, called Cyrilia, being raised he was quick to jump at an offer to invest. His investments payed off when trade routes to and from Cyrilia were among the best in Southern Morrowind. He delved deep into illegal practices, whatever turned a profit he would do, regardless of the law. For some reason he grew to greatly dislike Altmer, Argonians, and Bosmer. He quickly turned to Skooma and it made him feel great. Life was great. He owned the biggest mansion in Cyrilia, save for the Mayors, and money was pooring in. Then the muck hit the strange Dwarven device. He was sent to jail on so many charges it took half a year to sort them out. House Hlaalu took most of his wealth and his mansion. All he had left were the exquisite clothes on his back. Not to mention a skooma addiction. When he got out of jail he was right where he had started, a lonely Khajiit with nothing to call his own and no one to call his friend. Lucky for Duriel someone in the Thieves Guild heard of his plight and decided to take pity on Duriel. They helped him to secure a small portion of his former wealth. Even though it was a fraction of what he once owned, it was still quite a large amount of money. It was enough to buy him some glass armor, some clothes, a sword, a dagger, and custom made ebony gloves to allow his claws to unsheath. He went to the Mages guild and spent a year in rehab for his skooma addiction. Life has been tough but he is back on his paws. He dreams of once again living in a giant mansion and having a feast every night. He wanders the land searching to regain his past wealth by joining any adventures that happen need an extremly skilled acrobat or thief. Now that you know him lets go back to the bar. A rather desperate but slightly rich looking Khajiit enters the bar: "Greetingsss, doo you happpen to servve fliin?" he says to the barkeep. Than he sees a pleasant sight. "Nevvver minnd." he says and walks over to Isaac. "Hello old friennd. Mayyy I get you a drinnnk?"
