OOC 6E 1147, Sun's Dusk

[Mr.Self Destruct]

6E 1147, Sun's Dusk RP link

Recruiting is closed

This is an idea I've been experimenting with lately, the world of Tamriel set in a steampunk/industrial setting with gritty and dark themes. It'd be set thousands of years after the Dragon Crisis, in the 1147th year of the 6th Era. Here, new technology paves the way. Guns, cannons, tanks, ships and even aeroplanes are present on the battlefields, think World War I.

With this comes pollution-ridden cities infested with the Hellstrom plague, a deadly virus which originated in Black Marsh. Forests are leveled to make room for factories and mountains stripped for their ore and metal. With the passing of each year, it becomes harder and harder to escape from the choking smog of pollution.

Emperor Thaddeus Rourke rules the Empire with an iron fist, indoctrinated his citizens from youth to serve the Empire with total devotion and loyalty. Anyone who speaks out against the tyrant is "purged." Never to be seen again. Another theme I wanted present here was that of a corrupt and totalitarian government.

The three main factions which split up Tamriel are the Empire, which control Cyrodiil, Skyrim, Eastern Hammerfell and High Rock. The Aldmeri Dominion which controls the Isles, Valenwood, Elsewyr and a stake in Western Hammerfell. And to the far east, the An-Xileel, otherwise known as the Hist Coalition. They rule Black Marsh, Morrowind and a large portion of what was once southern Cyrodiil, now merged with Black Marsh. However, the Hellstrom plague has crippled the An-Xileel in recent years.

War is always present here, with intervals of peace being brief and short. The RP will open up during an Imperial mobilization of troops to counter an Aldmeri invasion of western Cyrodiil. Keep in mind when making your character that culture between the races has changed dramatically. Names will be different, so don't be afraid to dwell even in RL Western names. Also, segregation and racial discrimination is a theme here. The beast races and elves of the Empire will be discriminated and segregated into the poor industrial districts.

Your character can come from whichever corner of Cyrodiil you like, but everyone needs to be present during the battle of Western Cyrodiil.

 

[Mr.Self Destruct]

Name: Claude Taylor
Race: Imperial
Gender: Male
Place of birth: The Narrows, Imperial City

Physical Appearance: Claude is of an average height and build, although he is physically healthy and fit due to his training and experience as a legionary. He has pale skin, with a youthful yet rugged visage with blue eyes and hints of stubble. His hair is cropped and kept short, as it's easier to manage on the battlefield.

Gear: Claude wears Legionary fatigues, which are of a drab grey and red coloration. The Legionaries are fitted with no armor aside from steel helmets, so Claude has to be quick on his feet to compensate for the lack of armor. He wields a wooden bolt-action rifle fitted with a bayonet which fires bullets with an effective range of 500 yards. Strapped to his thigh is a sidearm for close encounters. Aside from this he carries standard gear, such as a sleeping bag, rations, and other necessities.

Personality: A heavy thinker, Claude is smart on his feet and at times questions the ethics behind Emperor Rourke's motives and actions. His thoughts are kept to himself, as it's not a well-kept secret that Rourke has little problem in "purging" those who challenge him. His skepticism has made him distant from others, who'd gladly lay down their lives for the Empire and it's glory. However, he still has a few friends within his unit, although the topic of speaking out is never brought up.

Story: Claude was born in the Narrows, a nickname given to the impoverished industrial sector of the Imperial City. Notorious for being rampant with crime and plague. In this area, the Emperor's influence isn't as strong, and thus the peasants who live there resent him and the system. Living in a tenement house with many other families who all had the same general consensus lead to Claude's skeptical nature later in life.

Claude's parents were workers at a steel mill, despite the long, exhausting hours, the disgusting and poor working conditions and the constant threat of danger they were paid very little. And some days, nothing. It wasn't a rare occurrence for Claude and his family to go without food. However, his parents did love him dearly, and talked often of making a new life in the country side.

His parents were killed in an accident before Claude turned 10. The boy was taken and placed in an government set up orphanage which existed to indoctrinate the young boys and make them conform to the Emperor. However, despite the pledges and fanatical praise to the Empire and Rourke, Claude held fast to ideas of change. He never dared to bring it up, and so he kept quiet.

When he turned 16, Claude was conscripted into the Legion to fight in the war against the Hist Coalition. He was made a soldier and shipped to the southern border of Cyrodiil. There, he was wounded in a shrapnel explosion and returned home to recover. The war ended when the plague broke out, crippling the Hist Coalition and allowing the Empire victory.

As soon as he recovered, he was shipped back out once more. This time to the west, to fight the Aldmeri.

 

[blue 468]

Wo this sounds like a really instresting id love to join ill post my card when i get home.

 

[.ol0w0lo.]

I'd just like to say that I really, REALLY like this idea. When this idea becomes a reality, I'll definitely be reading. Good luck organizing this, Mr. Self Destruct.

 

[Mr.Self Destruct]

Wo this sounds like a really instresting id love to join ill post my card when i get home.

Please inbox me first.

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[OriginOfAbsolution]

You already know I'm participating This is to "reserve" my spot though XD Ill try to post my CC tomorrow!

 

[blue 468]

umm noob question but how?

 

[Uther Pundragon]

umm noob question but how?

Click his name, then 'Start a conversation'. Other than that, this seems interesting! I love steampunk so I'll be sure to keep an eye out on this.

 

[Geel-Kajin]

Name: Geel
Age: Mid 20's
Race: Argonian
Gender: Male

Physical appearance: Geel has the traditional appearance of Argonians, with his body covered with murky green scales. He is weedy, lacking prowess in strength and force.

Gear: Geel wears a set of roughspun tunic, suited for the country life. When pollution in the air reaches dangerous levels, Geel will don a set of Mage's robes, using it's hood to help protect him from the gases. However, he seldom wears this, as magic users are frowned upon in this part of the world.

Personality: In the slums of the countryside, one must do all they can to survive. As a result, he has placed logic and understanding before all else, using it to outwit and strategize. He has done his best to completely remove reliance on feelings or gut instincts, placing his trust sheerly on knowledge in order to live.

Geel cannot empathize with the feelings of others, owing to having separated himself from them for so long. This often creates frustration on both parties, with him being unable to comprehend the situation at hand. He gets irritated at those who lack logical thinking, and in times of great frustration, he will voice his views.

Story: He can't recall any memory of his parents, but at least one of them came from the "smog house", a smoky factory notorious for killing off it's inmates . This is because his own body has genetic adaptations to suit the pollution there, with a higher level of poison and disease resistance.

Geel has been transferred twice before, once to the scorched fields of the Aldmeri Dominion, once back to the slums of the Empire. Even though this represented a change in the ruling power over him, he feels they are not of importance as they led to no significant changes in his life.


With the slums filled with hooligans and thugs, Geel was often robbed or beaten, owing to his weaker physique. While he was always able to pick himself up after that, he realized that this problem needed to be solved due to a particularly near-death encounter with some of the goons.

With there being less security for the rural and countrysides, Shawn has picked up magic for protective purposes. With magicka being naturally in his veins, all it took was simple observation of the guards to pick up this certain area.

However, it was a year ago that The guards caught him using destructive magic, considered dangerous for civilian use in that part of the country.


Where such offenses would have normally meant jail, the legion found that it's forces were remarkably small and stretched in certain areas. As a result, Shawn was enrolled into the Imperial Legion.

 

[Skyrimosity]

Name: Joseph Arnhem
Race: Breton
Gender: Male
Place of birth: Daggerfall City, High Rock.
Age: 27

Physical Appearance: Joseph is around six-foot two, two-hundred pounds. He has short black hair and a clean-shaven face. In extraordinary shape and was

Gear: Claude wears Provincial Armies fatigues, which are of a green brown coloration. The Provincial Armies are fitted with no armor aside from steel helmets (despite reports of increased steel-production), so Joseph has spent many years studying the various terrains of Tamriel in order to have an advantage on the terrain . He wields a wooden bolt-action rifle which fires bullets with an effective range of 500 yards and has a bayonet attached. Strapped to his thigh is a sidearm and a large cutting knife to be used in case of emergence. Aside from this he carries standard gear, such as a sleeping bag, rations, and other necessities.

Personality: A very smart person raised with tutors and wise parents, Joseph has often questioned the motives to the many war's fought by the Empire. To him, the wars are "Conflict produced from prejudice and misunderstanding so that the government may have a cause by which for the people to rally." Joseph, of course, does not share that belief with anyone and acts as though he is a die-hard supporter of everything Emperor Rourke does.


Story: Joseph was born to a rather well-off family in High Rock. They were not rich by any standards but they made enough to enjoy whatever comforts they could find. Joseph always remembers his parents stating the importance of education. "Son," they would say, "an education is the key to freedom." His parents had hired him a few tutors over his childhood so that he would be well-educated but those tutors were eventually wiped out by one of the purges. At the age of eighteen, Joseph willingly joined the Provincial Army, which consists of soldiers from Empire provinces that were not Cyrodiil. That army is generally used to reinforce the main Imperial Army in battles. He has been recently mobilized to the war against the Aldmeri Dominion.
(I know its not the greatest but I ask you to trust my actual RP ability. Good at making RP posts... not so good with Character cards.)

 

[OriginOfAbsolution]

Name: Azalyn (pronounced "Az-uh-leen")
Age: 57 (Equivalent of a 19/20 year old)
Race: Bosmer

Appearance: Azalyn is quite slender and petite (even for a Bosmer). She has dark brown hair which she has dyed with a few scattered streaks of bright purple throughout. It falls just past her shoulders in choppy layers. She has large, hazel eyes and her delicate, feminine features are contrasted by prominent cheekbones and a strong, defined jawline.

Clothing/Gear: Black combat boots, black pants, a brown leather vest with buckles, white t-shirt, black lace-up gloves, buckled holster (for her pistol) on right thigh, small satchel on left thigh. She wears her sniper rifle slung over her shoulder.


Faceless, uncolored Azalyn

Personality: Azalyn has lived a hard life, and her somewhat rough personality is a reflection of that. Most would consider her snarky and sarcastic; she likes to think of it as just being brutally honest. Despite this, she is also fiercely loyal to those she cares about and is always willing to go out of her way to help when those she loves are in need.

Skills/Strengths: Sniping, long-range weapons, stealth/sneaking. Decent with one-handed firearms, but they are not her forte. Very "street smart", good liar.

Weaknesses: Hand-to-hand combat, healing/medicine, technology/vehicles. Not well educated, secretly frightened of the dark (especially when alone).

Bio: Like so many others living in what remains of the once-great continent of Tamriel, Azalyn was born in the heart of conflict. Despite the years they had already spent under control of the Aldmeri Dominion, small pockets of resistance still cropped up all over Valenwood, trying fruitlessly to reclaim their independence. Uprisings and skirmishes were daily occurrences. Thousands upon thousands were killed – including Azalyn’s father, who perished in battle when she was only 10 years old.

Her mother tried desperately to support her son and daughter with the small income she made from her job at a nearby lumber mill. Still, it was never quite enough. Azalyn’s older brother Zale did his best to help his mother and sister the only way he could – petty thievery. Perhaps in another place and time, this sort of decision would be disturbing or shocking – in the dingy, over-crowded city of Silvenar, it was practically expected.

Life was hard. Incredibly hard. But they managed. That is, until tragedy struck their family yet again. Barely 20 years after her father’s untimely death, Azalyn and Zale’s mother fell ill – The Hellstrom plague swept through Valenwood, claiming her life along with so many others. The two young Bosmer lost everything – their family, and soon after, their home, which, without their mother’s income, they could no longer afford.

Now living on the streets, Azalyn was forced to leave school and take over her mother’s job at the factory, while Zale continued stealing what he could to help the two of them get back on their feet. After a few years, the siblings were finally able to afford a small shack to live in on the outskirts of the city – but money for food was still too tight.

The decades he had spent out on the streets forced Zale to learn how to defend himself – and teach his sister to do the same. Deciding to put his combat and survival skills to use, the young elf decided, with great reluctance, to join the army of the Aldmeri Dominion – the very force his father had died fighting.

Zale’s sacrifice paid off – the extra income made all the difference. Things slowly became easier, and, foolishly, Azalyn became hopeful that things were finally starting to get better. Unfortunately, she was wrong. Shortly after a battle against the Imperial forces, her brother’s battalion returned… without him. It was unknown whether he had been killed or taken as a prisoner of war. To Azalyn, it did not matter – all that mattered was that her brother had been taken from her – the one person she had left.

She had to get him back.

And so, Azalyn made the perilous journey across the border into Cyrodiil, looking for answers – and revenge.

 

[Melee]

I'M FINALLY DONE WITH IT HALLE-fluffIN'-LUJAH.

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Name: Fenditura (Fen)

Race: Bosmer

Gender: Female

Age: Appears to be about 21 (60 in Elf years?)

Place of birth: Valenwood

Physical Appearance: Fen has the typical physical appearance of a female Wood Elf, short, slender, and nimble with light copper colored skin. Her hair is short, choppy, and a dark but brilliant shade of red that she’s rather proud of. Her eyes are almond shaped but slightly larger than elven eyes normally are. (I actually drew a picture which I’ll post later.)

Clothes: White, sleeveless shirt with a wide, brown belt wrapping around her hips, holsters hanging off both sides of the belt. Brown pants with pockets on the legs as well as the typical front and back pockets. Wears multiple layers of leggings around her legs (shades of neutral tones, browns, grays, whites, blacks) below her knees, some of them over her black sturdy knee high boots. Leather buckle bracelets around her wrists, black and gray fingerless gloves on her hands. Gold and brown goggles are either around her neck or on top of her head. They're her trademark item that she is never without.
Tattoos adorn her right arm. Some of them are gears, some are more abstract in nature, and some are lines of text. Each are symbolic, although she doesn't talk about them much. (Probably a picture to come)

Gear: Goggles, holster/pistols, pockets always full of weapon parts

Personality: Fenditura (or Fen, as she prefers to be called) is a resourceful, intelligent, and quick witted Wood Elf with a noticeable stubborn streak. Her personality can be described, at the least, as eccentric and unique. While she's not a serious person, she does exhibit a level of maturity beyond her years. True to her Wood Elf nature, however, she's mischievous, a bit impulsive and incredibly energetic. Her biggest problem is that she tends to be a bit reckless and impulsive; rather than calmly think things out, she acts on her instincts, which has gotten her into trouble more than a few times.

Story: Fen was born in Valenwood during a time of immense strife and warfare. Peace had not been present in years, and her upbringing, unfortunately, reflected this. Her family was dysfunctional and unstable; her father was a weapons manufacturer (one of the few in Valenwood who still used magic in order to combine it with their military machines), a die hard nationalist who blindly followed the Dominion and the ideals it imposed on its citizens. Her mother, on the other hand, was a passive aggressive woman who was openly timid and shy.

While Fen was still young, she would spend many hours simply sitting in her father's workshop, observing him as he bound magic and metal to create, unbeknownst to her at the time, a lethal killing machine. Her knowledge of weaponry would accumulate with time, but her father's violence would also increase as time passed as well. He became increasingly hostile toward Fen and her mother, who had no choice but to stay or risk starving on the streets. He would often push her around or beat her with his metal work gloves on, resulting in scars from years of abuse running up and down her arm (she would later get tattoos to cover them up, which is why she doesn't like discussing them).

Fen's mother, in her delusional state of obedience to her husband, saw her daughter as the reason for all of the abuse and hostility. Her actions toward Fen became vindictive and cruel, pushing her toward an imminent mental breakdown. When that breakdown did occur, it was a miracle Fen didn't kill anyone in her haste to flee her home. She left with some tools, pistols, her goggles (which she had possessed since she was much younger) and ran as far and as long as her legs would carry her. Those few days were a blur, when finally she staggered into Cyrodiil: Empire territory.

Since then, Fen has made a living for herself (if you can call it that) by trading in a sort of Black Market in Cyrodiil. Her knowledge of machinery, both weaponry and mechanical objects in general aides her greatly in her new lifestyle. The only thing she hates living with (besides the dirt and occasional Skeever in her home) is all the racism that she's subject to. Being discriminated against not only makes Fen upset, but bitter and moderately hostile toward certain races as well. Although she tries to be accepting, she's finding it's difficult to do with the ideals the Empire puts forth.

 

[Duon]

Fashionably late as usual

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Name: Caeder (pronounced Kay-der)
Age: 36
Race: Imperial
Class: Mercenary
Appearance: 6’6” Muscular Build. Fair facial features marred by years of damage and battle fatigue; a single scar runs down from the top of his right lip to his chin with bright green eyes and shoulder length black hair, usually kept in a loose ponytail tied with a blood red ribbon. Caeder his missing his left eye and right arm from combat injuries; both have been replaced by automated artificial limbs purchased at his own expense using the money he earned fighting in the Great Wars.
Clothing:

Personality: Snide and condescending Caeder rarely looks on the bright side of things; his allegiance belongs to the highest bidder and can change at the drop of a coin purse. Caeder will sometimes act light hearted and make the occasional joke but this facade is quickly replaced with one of a cold calculating soldier whenever conflict arises. This can sometimes lead to problems as he can take the issue of honor rather seriously and has little patience for those who can’t defend themselves or hold up to the rigors of war.
Weapons: Scoped Infantry Rifle, Katana, Blade Arm; 9inch double sided blade hidden inside his artificial arm extending out of the wrists at will.

History: Born in the Imperial Cities "Narrows" District to a lower class family; Caeder joined the Imperial Legion like many others in a attempt to make something of himself. Serving as a infantrymen in the legion Caeder was court marshaled for disobeying a direct order, spending two years in military prison before being dishonorably discharged. To ashamed to return home to his family and with no other marketable skills to speak of Caeder entered the one field of employment he could excel at, and excel he did. Working as a freelance Mercenary he traveled all over Tamriel taking part in many battles fighting for different sides in the various conflicts plaguing the land. Suffering several near fetal wounds in a surprise shelling attack, Caeder lost his left eye and right arm; spending several weeks laid up in a military hospital before checking himself out and seeking the aid of one of the Empires leading cybernetics experts, investing a large chunk of his own savings to replace his damaged limbs with artificial machine replacements. With the aid of his new enhancements Caeder has taken back up the title of Mercenary and is seeking more wealth in these times of constant war.

 

[OriginOfAbsolution]

Wooh! Love the new characters

I added "Strengths" and "Weaknesses" to my CC because I thought it might be helpful? Not everyone else has to add theirs, but I thought it might be good to know who's good at what for when we plan stuff out!

 

[OriginOfAbsolution]

I'm in love with this RP so far

Also, I updated Emberlynn's outfit dramatically, and included a new picture of it Oh, and her hair is now dark brown with purple streaks instead of turquoise XD

 

[JBar2531]

This sounds good Im definitly going to read!

 

[OriginOfAbsolution]

Mr. SD should we put a link to the actual RP in the first post of the OOC so people can go straight to it? Just a suggestion

 

[Mr.Self Destruct]

Mr. SD should we put a link to the actual RP in the first post of the OOC so people can go straight to it? Just a suggestion

You're right, it's just I keep forgetting about this because most of the actual OOC is in the chat.

 

[OriginOfAbsolution]

I planned a (short) post in my head at work tonight I'll try to type it up and post it in a couple hours when I'm home!

 

[Skyrimosity]

I can't wait.