R'zhar

Character Name: R’zhar

Nickname(s): Mad R’zhar, the Crazed Inventor, Dusty Old Carpet

Race: Khajiit – Cathay breed

Sex: Male

Age: 71

Birthplace: Torval





Height: 1m 66cm

Weight: 53kg

Eye Color: green

Hair Color: white/grey

Hair Style: matted, old looking, thin in places

Facial Hair: long white strands of fur coming down from the cheeks and along the jaw bone

Skin Color: white

Build: Thin, frail looking.

Distinguishing Features: He’s old for a Khajiit



Profession: Inventor/engineer

Skills: craftsman, alchemy, mercantilism

Magic: R’zhar has no training in magic, and knows no spells

Training: R’zhar has extensive training in engineering and weapon design, he is somewhat trained in alchemy and knows his way around buying things from merchants.

Other Abilities: R’zhar is a decent shot with a crossbow, out of necessity for protection, as well as well as his invention.

Apparel: Usually found wearing a black jacket, black shirt and a khajiit necklace made of bone

Weaponry: Like all Kkajiit, R’zhar has his claws, but he prefers using the weapon he invented.

Repeating Crossbow – of his own design, a very rare weapon, can fire seven bolts without the need for reloading. It is made with steel and wood.



Other Equipment: Given time, R’zhar can prepare traps and various siege weaponry, quills, papers, along with some other inventions of his, some minor, some major. He’s usually carrying some of his fire pots. The fire pots, made with oil, sulphur and various other flammable substances, packed loosely into a ceramic pot with a fuse in the top, are usually lit with a flame and thrown, either to explode on impact or soon after.



Though not made currently, R’zhar is in possession of the blueprints for his prized invention, a siege weapon that shoots out fire with a destructive force similar to that of a dragon.



Companions: None



Affiliation: Himself currently, has a bit of grudging allegiance with the Mane

Religious Belief: He’s rather fond of the Khajiit pantheon, though he does recognise the similarities between that pantheon and the other races’ pantheon, but he does not strictly believe in them as gods powerful beings, yes, but not completely immortal - “R’zhar believes anything can be killed, it is only a matter of how.”

Sexual Preference: heterosexual

Relationship Status: estranged from his mate, has a few children scattered in Elsewyr, though he has no idea where they are

Personality: R’zhar is an incredibly intelligent Khajiit, as well as being proud and self-absorbed. He is truly arrogant, but in his mind, rightly so. He is strong willed, and intensely driven to bring his inventions to life. He admires things and beings of power, even if he does imagine ways to kill them in his head. He can be mistrusting, but once he gets used to someone he can be quite affectionate.

He likes weaponry, and is fascinated when he finds something new or something with importance, such as a historical artefact. He often looks for ways to improve on these things. He likes experimenting, and because of this careless attention towards anything around him has given him a reputation for being insane… which to an extent he is. He often talks to himself, particularly in whispers, random sentences. He can forget if someone is in the room, and is known for outbursts when he is struck with inspiration.



R’zhar was born in Torval, to a family who worked the sugarcane gardens around the palace of Torval. It was here that he grew up, aiding his family, whilst studying the guard’s weapons from afar. He had been particularly interested in the bows, and crossbows as well as the siege weapons. He had been studying them for several months, before mentioning to one of the craftsman a way of improving the weapons. Though insulted at first, and somewhat aggressive towards the young, inexperienced R’Zhar, the child offered his insight and his services in return for training.

R’zhar would become an apprentice to one of the city’s engineers, helping to work and improve the city’s defences. Here he worked for years, learning how to fix, maintain and build siege weapons from scratch. He would build up his skills, and begin his career as an engineer.

Eventually R’zhar’s master passed away, and R’zhar took over his workshop. Now getting a decent wage, and a settled life, it was time to find a mate. Though R’zhar had very little interest in courtship, he nevertheless found himself under Mara’s spell. He met a young Khajiit lady, also from one of the families that tended the sugar cane gardens of Torval. He’d seen her before, and even spoken to her a few times, but it was only now that he ever thought of her as a potential mate. Though nothing immediately happened between them, the courtship was a long one; eventually the two became close enough to consider making it official. When they did, it was a joyous occasion, and soon enough, R’zhar’s mate was pregnant with the start of their littler.

Unfortunately, here is where their lives went downhill. An order for siege weapons came to R’zhar’s workshop as his wife dealt with her pregnancy. R’zhar’s work drained the time away from him and before he knew it, he had barely seen his wife in a month. He missed the birth of his fist child, a daughter. Though he begged forgiveness, he had a feeling she never truly forgave him.

Time went on, and R’zhar fathered five more children, his work dragged him away from his family and near enough separated them constantly. When the war between the Empire and then Dominion R’zhar was around thirty years old, and his services were needed more than ever. Five years later, the bloody conflict ended and R’zhar’s work hit a quiet spot. Returning home, he found that he was not welcome. His wife, angry and bitter at the lack of her mate had all but cut him out of her life, and he was forced to live in his workshop away from his children.

R’zhar fell into his work, becoming obsessed to an extent. He invented one of his first inventions, a clay pot that was designed to explode in fire. He had quite a lot of success in this, when he accidentally threw one of his pots in the direction of the palace. Needless to say, the wall was ignited, covered in the oil used in the pots. After the fire had been dealt with, he was immediately arrested and thrown in the dungeons of Torval.

The fire had been minor, thanks to the efforts of the guards, but the steward couldn’t find his trust in the former engineer. In light of his service to the Mane however, he felt like exile was the best form of action, and thus cast R’zhar out of the city, with the clothing on his back, and a few supplies.

He wandered out into the world, not knowing where his journey would lead him. He might’s well have closed his eyes and just gone anywhere, ‘cause he hadn’t a plan. He was sure his reputation of being dangerous would spread to the other cities of his homelands however, so he knew his only option was to get out and far away. Knowing the Empire’s losses in the war, R’zhar knew they would most likely need assistance, and so, he travelled east to Leyawiin.

There, in Leyawiin, R’zhar took a job assisting the local engineers. He assisted in whatever they needed, whilst he sat in his rented room and doodled away in his designs.

Over the next few decades, R’zhar designed and created his repeating crossbow, as well as improved on his fire pots. He also began design on his siege weapon. Unfortunately in those times, he had found that Khajiit had bred mistrust in the regions of Tamriel, and he could never quite stay employed for too long. He thought his reputation had followed him each time.

Ultimately, R’zhar found himself a hidey-hole down in the ratway in Riften. Here he has set up his workshop with traps on the outside (and inside). Occassionally, he’ll make his way to the surface to buy supplies and sell the weapons he makes. Every now and then, an explosion will be heard echoing in the ratway. In his time in Riften, he’s gathered a reputation of being a crazy old hermit. He’s kept himself to himself, and made sure to keep people out as much as possible, though occasionally he will be found in the taverns getting himself a quick drink before returning back to his workshop.