He ran through the forest with surprising ease, his sandy hair waving through the wind behind him and his eyes glowing, bright rubies on his pale skin. His dark armor made little noise as he rushed over leaves and fallen trees with the same effort. Finally after a chase over a mile, the guards had lost him.
His name was Azrath, a 300 year old dark elf who had left Morrowind's relative safety in search of use for his "skills". He was a thief, assassin, and master hunter among other things. He had gray pale skin with numerous scars from many valiant battles. His eyes were large, even for a still young Dunmer, and brighter red. Even with his dark air and raspy voice, he seemed to be well loved by many, namely the thieves and assassins of Tamriel. He wore a suit of ebony, as well as the boots and gauntlets, and used Mehrunes blessed Razor in hand-to-hand combat.
"Finally got it!" he whispered cheerfully as he pulled from his pocket a solid gold Amulet of Talos, the only one to be blessed by the Divine himself. Azrath knew the power of the amulet was only for the Dragonborn, but it would fetch a fair price in any market. He pocketed the rare item and proceeded to call for his horse.
The horse was larger built then most, having been the horse of an Argonian warrior before the dark elf's arrow took a liking to his scaley chest. He was black with a blood red mane and matching eyes. The mare was known by Azrath as Dagger, because of his natural ability to pierce any climate swiftly. Azrath mounted his steed and with a fast crack of the reigns, he was off toward his homeland of Whiterun.