Thorfindel

Behold my Morrowind character: Thorfindel, the Nordic spellsword. Here he is wearing his "exquisite skirt" and his shiny, purple Boots of the Oracle.
Normally he'd be sporting The Lord's Mail, but he's a hardy chap and can resist the cold better than anyone. Besides, he doesn't think he ought to wear Imperial armour when he hardly ever does anything for the Legion anyway. Instead, he tends to bugger off on epic quests somewhere, which usually involve rescuing all-too-grateful wenches.
Throughout Tamriel, he's gained a reputation as something of a silver-tongued rogue, saving damsels, accompanying them to the nearest inn and slipping away unseen before the following morning. Of course, this is completely unjustified; what he really does is take them to an inn and buy them a single room for the night with his reward money (in a strange sort of way, he's very thoughtful) before hotfooting it to the Legion Garrison to spend the night. He does like a man in chainmail.