Winter Nights/Sir Auron/

Dude, I love the way you battle.If you could, would you fight me?I used to be a teacher at Mirrens Training Grounds if thats anythin to ya.Ill be using Ansem if you want to fight.

yeah id love to fight you man, it would be an honor. Ive seen some of youre fights there pretty good, can i get a profile on Ansem, i will be using Tyreslie because he is the only one i have approved.

Age: Ansem....i know..its just a frickin cool name

specialty:spellsword

Race: Dunmer

Sex: Male

Hair: Flaming red with black stripes...not spikey it is combed down.Kinda long but not that long.

Eyes: pure white

Wieght: 165 lb.s

Hieght: 6 ft. 5in.

Weapon: Reaper...A long blade that extends 5 feet.It is utilized for both physical and spiritual combat....Also can cast magic with it......spellsword

Armor: An ancient evil armor.Tainted with black magic it is very hard to penetrate.Not visible to the naked eye the armor decieves many.When struck it becomes visible for a short period.It is shiny black.

Personality:Ruthless,cunning spontaneous always playing by his wits.

Apperance: Somewhat bony.He lacks a living feel to himself.When traveling he wears a brown robe with a hood.The robe covers his body.

Bio: He was borned and raised like a normal person.He studies the art of spellsword.He was betrayed by hid friends.He has been enraged ever since.So now he battles.

Cool man. Well since that i suck at making scenarios, would you do the honours; make one and we shall get cracking ey.

Ansem stepped out on the cold plain.As far as he could see, all there was was a blanket of white,cold,soft snow.he stepped out farther to meet the glory of the field head on.he thought it was beatiful,the white lined trees with there intertwining branches sticking out and knarled.Pushing his thoughts away he continued on to bring his package to the owner.Inside the brown package was a ruby, not just any old ruby, this ruby was the most valuable to ever reach spira.He grasped the package firmly as to signify nobody in the world could steal it.And who could?Ansem was one of the most elite battlers to ever strike his world.No foe nor enemy could ver defeat him.he was very strong.

Ansem continued on trudging through the white sheet of snow.One time he just got so fed up he lit a trail of blazing fire in front of his path and ran a distance.Then came to a stop and thought the regular old way would be much more stealthy.Stopping at an old knarled pine he sat down to eat some leftovers from a sandwich he had had earlier.He sat there for a little while thinking about the person he was bringing this package to and what he would like and such.

Just then a line of a human figure appeared some 400 feet from where he sit.Ansem stood up and looked off intgo the distance to see a man with a sword.He shout out,"What tidings do you bring human!?"

Tyreslie turned, rippling his muscular body. He strode towards Ansem, it wasnt until he we right close did Ansem find out the horrible truth. Tyreslie was not human but a 7'10, blue tiger man, he then straight away drew his long sword from its scabbard and readied himelf. Tyreslie then got ready with his 7 foot lance in his hand, gripping it firmly with his clawed hands; he got into a defensive position and got ready for Ansem's attack. Ansem rushed towards Tyreslie, swinging his sword towards Tyreslie's head.

Tyreslie blocked the sword strike, sending sparks flying, and he hit Ansem in the gut with the stick part of the lance. Ansem bent down, cradleing his abdomen in pain; he made a mistake by underestimating his foe and paid for it. He was then given an uppercut to the face, making him fly 6 feet in the air. He hit the ground and quickly got up, he was amazed at the strength of his opponent; he now knew that this wouldn't be a walk in the park. Tyreslie then charged and Ansem was ready for him, he dodged the attack and sliced up; cutting open Tyreslie's arm.

The two adversaries then jogged back and waited for the next move.

ooc: Ur turn Ansem