Info Character Profiles

[AngryMage]

Name: Ki' Zala

Race: Khajiit

Gender: Female

Class: Ranger

Age: 23

Likes: Food, running through forests, & Orcish swords.

Dislikes: Heavy armor, 2 handed weapons, Chaurus, anything blunt, &
Rumors.

Preferred weapon: 1 handed blades

Preferred armor: Metallic light armors like Elven or Glass.

Battle role: Archer/ DPS

Looks: She has light gray fur with long jet-black hair, & blue eyes. She has a thin build and has an average height. She keeps various swords and daggers on a leather belt hanging off her shoulder. She also has a a large scar on her back from an incident where she got caught in a fight between the Stormcloaks and Imperials.

Bio: A skilled archer and dual-wielder of one handed blades, this young khajiit has had a normal life mostly. Before moving to Skyrim, she lived with her uncle Dor' Haso when she learned her parents were killed on their vacation to Skyrim by a Chaurus Reaper. Once reaching age 22 she decided to leave Dor' Haso's house in Cyrodiil to live in Skyrim. A week after crossing the border, she got caught caught up in one of the usual Stormcloak, Imperial fights in Skyrim, and had sustained a gnarly laceration down her back, but luckily a healer on a trip to the college in Wintethold had noticed her wound and gladly not only healed her, but also taught her some rudimentary healing magic. After foraging around she managed to find a Glass bow, 20 steel arrows, 150 iron arrows, an Orcish sword, an Elven sword, an Elven dagger, and a suit of Elven armor, minus the helmet. She currently works as a mercenary and talks pretty highly of herself, but has a strong fear of Chaurus and once one is sighted she will flee immediately. She tends to know her way around Skyrim, and knows not to explore most caves, and avoid marshes.

Personality: She is really friendly and tends to talk a lot, but can be a pain to deal with when angry. As long as you don't mention her parents or pull Chaurus related jokes, she'll stay her chipper self.

Combat: Once an enemy is spotted, she quickly looks for and sprints to any vantage points if any are around, and will crouch down to avoid detection, which is the only time she is quiet, and carefully studies the target. She looks for any clear weak points or structural flaws in armor, and then readies the shot with impressive accuracy. Her hand-to-hand fighting with swords and daggers is a sort of rhythmic game in which the opponent is knocked off balance, then quickly met with a flurry of attacks. While mages and wielders of 2 handed weapons usually provide a challenge up-close, they are not a big threat to her from afar.

Misc-
•She knows crude restoration magic.
•She likes surprising people by popping up out of nowhere and commencing to talk up a storm at a lively volume.
• She loves Argonians.
•Her sneaking skills are quite impressive.
• Scavenges for most of her gear.

Quotes from Ki' Zala-
"Glass dagger, huh? I could use that."
" C' mon I need that more than you."
" Ure dead anyway, so gimme that weapon!"

 

[Lithien]

Name: Lithien Verean​

Race: Bosmer​

Class: Archer​

Gender: Female​

Looks: Blonde hair (sometimes braiding), dark eyes, medium size. Use leather clothes, basically all the Light Armor outifit, with exception of the Helmet​

Personality: Friendly, sometimes sarcastic. Like to be free and independent. Very smart, like to read, eat and cook for her. She is also very stubborn and very loyal to her friends. Love read, dance and pratice any kind of arts.​

Combat Prefs: Only bows. Don't like daggers, swords or bare fights.​

History: Lithien was born in Valenwood, but left there when she was four years old because his father was a great thief wanted by authorities.​

Then they tried their luck in Skyrim. Even with a lot of prejudice, could live well there. Lithien learned a few about archery with some Bosmers. When she was 14, the small community in which they lived was massacred by a group of Nords, and only she and her uncle, Stanvel escaped. They settled down in Riverwood. He trained more Lithien for the archery and fight. When Lithien turned 18, she moved for explore the world. She lived for a time Dawnstar and, after three years, was to try to be a Companion Whiterun. There is about one years that she lives there with her horse Clever. ​

Misc.: She adopts the Green Pact, where she don't consume anything from nature, like vegetables or use any kind of wood. Lithien worships the Forest Gods, but isn't fanatic. Lithien is the same character that I play in Skyrim. I wish to put a Lithien's photography, but I play in Xbox. Maybe I draw her someday. Don't speak fluently english​

 

[AngryMage]

Name: Timik Velirz

Race: Argonian

Gender: Male

Class: Warrior

Age: 29

Likes: Exercise, Peace, and Exploration.

Dislikes: Insects, Magic, and Thieves.

Preferred weapon: 1handed Blunt

Preferred armor: Heavy, Dragon Plate to be specific. Usually wears a specially crafted Ebony suit with a hood w/ built in face plate, and tail guard that has a heavy ball at the end.

Battle role: Tank/Guardian

Looks: An Argonian with blue eyes, obsidian black scales, and an average build with enough muscle to carry his gear.

Bio: A natural adventurer, Timik needed to explore more land, so he decided to travel by carriage to Skyrim to discover new landscapes and tell those back at home about the sights. Born in Black Marsh, he is used to harsh conditions, and isn't uncomfortable in such areas. Like many of his friends and relatives, he was trained to be a warrior, while doing do, one day his treacherous Brother, Vimono, decided that this was boring and went to an infamous assassin for training, which Timik did not approve of. Now hearing the call of the traveller, he sets off in a great adventure.

Personality: He is a social, kind, and patient man who would gladly sacrifice himself for his allies.

Combat: Timik often pulls out dual Ebony axes it swing at opponents at a moderated pace with a lot of strength behind his blows, in order to stagger opponents and break their guards. While not common, he will some times pull out a Battleaxe and begin to deliver devastating blows to opponents to break through both weapons and armor alike.

Misc-
•An impressive Black smith
•A fair and honorable fighter.
•Very compassionate for his allies.

 

[Riftus]

Name: Xystus
Race: Khajiit
Gender: Male
Class: Battlemage
Age: 15
Likes: Adventure, calm
Dislikes: Thieves guild, hired assassins.
Preferred weapon: One handed sword.
Preferred armor: Light armor, heavy boots, gauntlets, and helmet.
Battle Role: Tank
Looks: Absolute white fur, blue eyes, slim build
Bio: Xystus takes his white fur from being born in Skyrim. Xystus was taught by his father how to honey his words and hone his speechcraft, so he can manage to get into cities without bribing the guards. He now travels the land of Skyrim as an Assassin/mage hybrid. He is fairly well liked because he took out at least five bandit camps by sneaking around.
Personality: Patient, quiet, and calm. Emotional to friends, cold and harsh to enemies.
Combat: Xystus likes to have a sword in his right hand and a spell on his left. Occasionally he uses his bow to sneak attack.
Misc: He is good at swordfighting. He speaks normal, and does not refer to himself in third person.

 

[Dro'Hayk]

Character name: Dro'Hayk​

Race: Khajiit.​

Class: Assassin.​

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Gender: Male.​

Looks: 5'10. Dark Brown stripes, he has one yellow eye, the other one is covered by an eye-patch. A large scar across his left shoulder. He is 20 years old.​

Personality: Doesn't talk often, he is intelligent, but very serious. He has no sense of humor at all.​

Combat Prefs: Carries a skyforge steel dagger he looted from the dead body of his father after finding out he had been killed by the dark brotherhood.​

Misc: He has one quest in life, to avenge his father by killing all of the assassins in the dark brotherhood. ​

 

[Zacherien]

Name: Zacheir (last name unknown)
Race: Breton
Class: Thief/Conjurer
Gender: Male

Looks: around 5'9. Grey eyes and short dark hair. Scars on his face from summoning experiments. Usually wears a hood to conceal his face.

Personality: From a young age, Zacheir was considered something of an outcast. His negligent upbringing and a chance encounter with a deadra led him to become fascinated with the arts of atromancy and conjuration. He practiced in his basement, and his early thralls attacked him. Since then, he has honed his skills and summons a faithful familiar in battle. Always used to being ignored, blending into shadows is second nature to Zacheir, and he uses this talent in the Dark Brotherhood and the Thieves Guild. Zacheir is uninterested in the civil war; he is outwardly against the Thalmor but believes a greater way to help the effort is to use his skills to sort problems in the villages of Tamriel, assassinating tyrants and criminals, undermining rivals. Essentially a sellsword (bounty hunter), but has a strong sense of justice.

Combat Preferences: Zacheir prefers silent and swift strikes. Having invested in the Quiet Casting Perk, Zacheir stays out of the heat and uses focussed conjuration to win some battles, other times he prefers to stay clean and force his foes to kill each other with Illusion Magics. He carries no weapons and wears dark robes. Before battle he focusses in hiding, assesses the situation, then prepares mage armours and conjured weapons accordingly. His aim with his bound bow rivals that of the bosmer.

Misc: Has not settled down in Skyrim. Zacheir has avoided buying a house, and prefers to live off the land, venturing into cities only to settle a job or to resupply potions and poisons (Zacheir has little alchemical skill). Has been known to sneak into Giant camps and spend the nights out of the way of his unweary hosts, who unknowingly defend him from thugs and assassins on his tail. Travels alone, accompanied only by his atronachs, whom Zacheir considers friends.

 

[Nuitari]

Name: Raitlin Welvarlais
Age: 18 in Altmer and looks about that old for a human as well
Race: Altmer
Class: Pure Mage
Gender: Male

Physical: Raistlin is thin, frail and almost skeletal in appearance he's tall even for an elf. He has long white hair that reaches past his shoulder blades. He has completely white eyes as he is physically blind (he sees through use of magic). His face is angular and childlike.

Personality: He has a deep hatred of Nords (this goes beyond simply feeling superior to them) stemming from when a band of Nords murdered his parents, he doesn't let this get in the way of his decision making but he still finds it hard to trust complete Nords (there are exceptions). He is as most Altmer are very intelligent and adept at the magickal arts, he also feels superior to most others including other Altmer but he has a trust for Imperials because it was an Imperial mage who took him in when he fled Summerset Isle.

Bio: Raistlin's childhood up to the age of six was filled with studying the secrets of the arcane and the mystical world, he was selected to train with the Psijics but was at the last moment sent away because the leaders of the Psijics felt a similar darkness in him to that of Manmarico and a potential for great and dark power. At the age of six his family was murdered by a band of Nord raiders posing as merchants when they turned on him he found that hidden dark power and used it to destroy the bodies and minds of the Nords but he held onto their souls and used them to enchant an Ebony dagger which he has kept ever since.

When he left Summerset he travelled to Cyrodil to find remnants of the mages guild but he found nothing, Raistlin after continual searching found an old Altmer mage living in the wizard's tower in Frostcrag Spire. The mage taught him more about the forces of magick and eventually passed on the tower and his other possessions when he died.

Raistlin made his way to Skyrim whenhe heard of the College of Winterhold and their more relaxed practices.

Equipment:
Raistlin is a master wizard and excels in all schools of magic possessing more power than most mages today (exceptions) he doesn't use many weapons or armour (he has retained the ways of bound armour) but what he does use is very mage oriented
Weapons: He uses an enchanted Ebony dagger (fiery soul trap and absorb health) and a mage's staff similar to the personalised one in the Oblivion mages guild quest (Paralyse, absorb health, magicka and stamina and weaken strength enchantment)
Chest: A black robe with enchantments raising the strength of all his magickal power (schools) and increases his magicka regeneration (like the master robes).
Head: A silver moonstone circlet which increases his magicka and magicka regeneration
Hands: Gauntlets like the tuning gloves these let him tap into the lines of magicka around the world
Feet: Ebony boots with a similar enchantment to the Ebony mail.
Amulet: Same thing as the circlet
Ring: Raistlin got his ring from his old master it is called the Pentamagic loop adds power to his spellcasting prowess.

 

[Jelani]

1. Name: Haid 2. Race: Altmer(High Elf for starters) 3.Class: Mage and Assassin 4.Gender: Male 5. Looks: 7'2, Light Brown haired Mohawk. Skin color is dark yellow also. Usally wears Arch-Mage robes. 6. Personality: A Modest man who ALWAYS strives to be nice but will assassinate if provoked. He is a master in alteration, conjuration, and illision. He always delves into Dangerous places to look for shouts and gold. He is a very rich man with a wife, dog, and MANY thanes. He is the leader of the Companions, the College of Winterhold, and Darkbrotherhood. He is level 40 and always uses magic and his enchanted Blades sword.He oddly enough supports the Thalmor and imperals.

   

 

[Jelani]

If no one beats me to it, I may go ahead and make the first post later this afternoon. To keep things from cluttering up, I'll consider creating an alternate thread for my character to begin in. If anyone is interested in "adventuring" with her as a partner/follower or simply wishes to join in please don't hesitate to ask.

is it 2 late 2 be a follower

 

[Sweet Rolls]

Name: Joric Storm-Caller​

Race: Imperial​

Class: All-Rounder​

Gender: Male​

Age: 30's, born during the Great War​

Looks: Long, black Nordic hairstyle with braids, short beard, brown eyes, well built and tall​

Personality: Humorous and kind-hearted, values friendship and honour, but getting on his bad side is a death sentence. Enjoys combat thoroughly but also likes to mix potions and read books.​

Background: Joric was raised by his Nord father and his Imperial mother in Falkreath. Minutes after his birth a great storm erupted, hence the name Storm-Caller. His father was a true Nord and taught him how to use a sword and live his life with honour and pride. His mother taught him about magic, Lore, and Alchemy, and Joric became a very intelligent and strong child. He was born in Anvil in Cyrodiil during the Great War but he and his parents fled to Skyrim after Joric's brother was murdered by the Thalmor, fearing for their lives. Joric's hate for the Thalmor comes from learning of his brother's death. When he was old enough to leave home he wandered Tamriel and learned more of the different cultures, also honing his skills with the blade and bow. Eventually he decided to return to his homeland of Skyrim, but was captured, and you know the rest.​

Weapons: Riptide and Stormblade, Daedric Swords dual wielded and Godfury, an Ebony Bow​

Married to: Mjoll the Lioness​

Factions: The Companions, Thieves Guild​

 

[Train]

Name: Asbjorn Wolfgang
Race: Nord
Class: Warrior
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 235 lbs.
Weapons: Sword & Shield combo, Battle axe
Occupation: Sellsword

Looks: Muscular, blue eyes, long red hair, goatee, no mustache, prefers iron armor but will use fur armor for mobility when needed.

Personality: Trusting of others, which can get him in trouble at times. Spends a lot of coin at the taverns on mead, and prefers to have a drink with someone before, and after, he fights alongside them. Enjoys a hearty laugh and a good fist-fight, but also stops to admire beauty (whether that be a veiw on top of a snowy mountain, or a fair lady that catches his eye)

Background: Both parents were killed in a bandit raid when he was twelve. He was almost caught before slipping away into the night, and it was then that he killed for the first time. A bandit spotted him sneaking away and rushed to grab him, but Asbjorn had taken his father's sword. Lifting the blade in sheer terror with no experience, the brigand tripped and fell on it. The blade pierced the bandit's throat, and he died silently with not a even a yell, allowing the young Asbjorn to flee without being noticed.
In the following years, Asbjorn took many jobs, but devoted himself to practicing combat. After traveling with Khajiit caravans, chopping lots of wood for innkeepers and fighting off wolves for farmers, he finally grew strong, skilled and old enough to be considered for mercenary work. He discovered that fighting bandits was tougher than wolves, but bandits also found out that fighting him was tougher than common travelers. However, due to his tragic past, he relishes slaughtering these marauders and his determination always prevails, despite the odds.

 

[skyrimbeast]

Name: Ji'darro.
Race: Khajiit.
age: 17 and looks older, about 22.
Class: thief/assassin.
Gender: male.
Height: 5'3".
weight: 200 lbs.
Weapons: Prefers dual wielded daggers but would use anything about, even a rock or stick.
Looks: Like an Amur Leopard/Snow Leopard which means I have blue eyes a thick furry coat and a muscular build.
Personality: Quiet and shy around strangers, finds it hard to trust people, looks after the wild when possible especially saber cats of any kind, can make weapons from the wild for example I can make a bow from timber off the trees and make the string from animal pelts and can make arrows from wood and the tips sharpened and dripping with frostbite venom or so.
Background: I was independent at a young age do to the fact my parents got killed by Thalmor for having beliefs and relegions, because I have lived alone for many years in the wild I become very skilled with anything I needed out in the wilderness for example the ability to make my own armour without a forge and the ability to get along with many animals especially saber cats, I also grew up in a small pride of saber cats well snow saber cats really but have now moved on.

 

[Gemini Sierra]

The Character:
Name: Tristane Copperhart
Race: Breton
Gender: Male
Class: Battle Mage
Looks:
Average hieght (5' 9")
Pale and weathered skin, slight of build but with a muscular body, but not as built like most Nords, this from years of training as a warrior. The Elvish ancestry of his being a Breton is usually only detectable upon a closer inspection of his eyebrows, ears, or noticing his high cheekbones. He has shoulder length dark hair, usually kept tied back with a pair of small thin braids. His dark colored eyes give the appearance that he is staring off into the distance but don't let that fool you, he's ever alert.
Armor and Weapons:
He can weary any kind of armor as if it were a second skin. Depending on the mission he is assigned he will wear steel plate armor that is painted black with fancy scroll work in red or more often he will wear leather armor of a similar color scheme.
He prefers to use magic at a distance but will employ bound swords and bow.
Personality:
A very patient person. Willing to help most people for a fee. Most often found lurking in taverns listing to the rumors and stories of the people for tidbits of useful information.
Background:
Born in Daggerfall, in the year 4E170 to parents that are both members of the Arcane University in the Imperial City. They were living in Daggerfall when Tristane was born.

His father, Theodyn Copperhart, a battlemage, under direct orders from the Arch-Mage was the leader of the Order of the Lamp. The Knights in the Order of the Lamp were the protectors of the Mages Guild before it was disbanded at the start of the Fourth Era tasked with guarding the guild halls, but now they were more of an elite military force of battlemages.

His mother, Belladyna Copperhart, also a mage, but primarily focused on alchemy and runs a store selling potions and ingredients. Between his parents he learned about how to use magic and how to be a warrior. However, like many Bretons who are said to enjoy intellectual pursuits with an affinity for anything related to logic and ordered complexity and often have a host of careers, Tristane was much the same.
At the age of 12 he tried writing and had one short story published but he decided he didn't really like writing.
At 13, he tried artistry and while he knew what he liked in a painting or drawing, he couldn't do that either.
At 14, he signed up as a sailor on a merchant ship that was cruising up and down the northern coast of High Rock often sailing as far north as Solitude in Skyrim. He spent two years as a sailor and learned a lot about sailing but ultimately he decided it wasn't his calling either.
In the later half of his 16th year he joined the military. His father had shown him how to use many weapons as a boy and when he was a sailor, he often had to repel pirates from the ship he was on and was good at using a sword. Now in the military, his renewed training made him an expert at swordsmanship and would often and easily best his sparring partners and sometimes even his instructors. He soon realized that with his background in magic, he could, and did, get into fights and skirmishes without any weapons and would use his conjuration skills to summon a sword, axe or bow depending on what he needed at the time. He often wouldn't carry a shield, at the dismay and alarm of his superiors and used dual summoned weapons (except the bow) in his fights. His superiors in the military encouraged him to continue his training in magic and soon he was a leader of a sqaud of battlemages that often got prime assignments and sent on many missions.
Because of his history in sailing, fighting and magic his masters sent him to specialty training in Espionage where he learned all about being an a spy. It was during this training he learned to use illusion magic to redirect his enemies onto each other and the most important skill learned was the ability to quietly cast magic.
By the time he was 25, in the year 4E195, he had spent nine years in the military and had been all over Tamriel on various secret espionage missions. On returning from his last mission into the Skyrim province he was summoned to the Arcane University and with his fathers influence with the Arch-Mage, he was inducted into the Order of the Lamp. For the next six years he spent as Knight protecting the interests of the Empire around Tamriel and honing his training in the magic arts.
In 4E201, at the age of 31, he was recalled by the Imperial Legion to perform a special espionage mission into Skyrim and learn everything he could about the civil war and to possibly help the Empire on the side of Imperial Legion. As a side mission he was to learn what he could and report back on the rumor of dragons returning to Tamriel. He traveled to Solitude posing as a sailor and while there purchased some used armor and then proceeded to Whiterun posing as a mercanary.

 

[Kiam of Morrowind]

The Character:

Name: Kiam Barkydle
Race: Breton
Gender: Male

Class: Assassin/Thief Mage

His Background: Not much if all is known about Kiam's early years or where he wis from. He First made a name for himself in the City of Vivec. A teenager stealing, and doing conjuration magic on the streets for money. He was caught stealing from a wealthy merchant and sentenced to a year in jail. After being let out of jail Kiam took what little his had and has headed towards skyrim in hopes of fame, gold, glory. He has heard stories of the great riches that are in skyrim's caves, dungeons.

His Looks: Kiam is about 5'10 light muscular build with sharp blue eyes and dark brown hair and slight stuble on his face. Kiam has a hard intimidating look that he wears almost all the time a tough coarse man he rarely shows emotion or lets on to what he is thinking. The events bringing him to skyrim has made him smart, agile, and very hard to detect or notice. Just by looking at him you would see a man who has had a hard life, but his is skilled in conjuration and stealth. His can live of the land and hunt and create his own potions and poisons.

 

[Mi-Ilu Yahaz]

Name: Mi-Ilu Yahaz
Race: Dunmer (Ashlander)
Class: Mage (Wise-Woman)
Gender: Female
Age:
Looks: Of medium height 5'6", a little on the lanky side (thin), with long white hair (normally unkept), light grey skin, completely black eyes (blind) that have a discoloration around the sockets.
Personality: Due to isolation from the rest of the world, Mi-Ilu tends to appear childish and a little naive when it comes to encounters. However, she has shown signs of hightened intelligence and a gift in both magic and the blade. She is very opened-minded about nearly everything and shows no hostility toward the other races. Mi-Ilu hopes that by learning from the other races, she might learn how to become a leader, and may one day return to Morrowind to find any remnants of her tribe.
History: Because of her gifts in the magic arts, Mi-Ilu was named to be the next Wise Woman of the Urshilaku Tribe. Though considered to be the next spritual leader of her people, Mi-Ilu continues to show signs of self-doubt concerning her status; Believing that she would better as a simple healer or warrior than a leader. Rather than learning to maintain the traditions of her people, Mi is constantly found working with the other tribesmembers and even socializing about the "outside" world to the rare merchant encounters. With the eruption of the Red Mountain in the 4th Era , Mi-Ilu was forced to continuely flee with her tibe from their homeland as the toxic ash poisoned the land and air, and the final assualt from the invading armies (Nords, Orcs, and Argonians) began. As the tribe neared the border of Skyrim, they were ambushed by a group of bandits. Weakened from disease, starvation, past squirmishes, the deaths of tribemembers from over a hunderd years of traveling and the harsh land, the tribe stood little chance against the enemy. Mi-Ilu managed to escape under the command of the Wise Woman to "preserve the words of the past". After weeks of living alone in the wilderness, Mi-Ilu finaly managed to cross the border, only to stumble right into an Imperial Legion camp. Lacking the ability to speak fluent common, and unknowledgable in the Imperials' socialzation tactics, Mi-Ilu was arrested for tresspassing and theft (Sweet rolls). She escaped Helgen with Ralof, and had agreed to help the Nords push the Imperials out of Skyrims, not out of hate towards the Imperials, but becuase she believes that Skyrim should choose its own path.
Misc: Mother was a Magribash before surrendering herself to the tribe- died from corpus disease
Father was a hunter who was killed by Orc skirmishers
Mi-Ilu lost her sight when she was ten from being exposed to the corpus disease of her mother
Mi-Ilu became an apprentice of Hermaeus Mora, that gave her the ability to see the world through the memories and knowledge of others- none in the tribe no that she made the deal or why
Met her frist argonian when she was thirteen after finding the warrior injured. Rather than kill him, she healed the argonian hunder the promise he not tell his party where her tribe is. He agreed and vowed that they would meet again under different circumstances.
Plays the flute, loves sweet rolls, hates dresses, and has a nix-hound mount named Babo
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[ryguy90]

Name: Vercindrix Of The Ariago Tribe (Ariago means Stone Horse)
Race: Forsworn
Class: Ravager
Gender: Female

Appearance: A tall and athletic warrior, she has dirty brown hair that she wears in a mohawk, tan skin, and has green eyes. For clothing she wears Forsworn armor and like all Forsworn Warriors she paints her face with traditional War Paint.

Personality: Vercindrix is proud of her Forsworn heritage and has a great hatred for the Nord Lords who dare to make her and her people bow to them. She has a deep love of battle and adventure, and is considered one of the finest warrior in the Forsworn army.

However she is not the brutal savage who kills all that is good and civilized that the Nord rulers of Markarth want people to believe. She is a skilled carpenter and stone mason, building much of what her tribes uses and sells and she takes great joy in writing stories and poetry and debating politics with her fellow Forsworn. Another skill she exceeds at, just like the rest of Ariago, is horse back ridding. This comes from the Ariago's long history with horses, having been the people who originally breed the famous Skyrim horse and as such their children are taught to ride before they could walk.

Vercindrix, like most of her people, also has no real hated towards non-Forsworn, even her anger at the Nords is directed to the rulers and not the commoners. She is fascinated with the outsiders and dreams that after the Jarl is overthrown and the Reach is free from him and his masters the Silver Bloods that she will get a chance to visit the other parts of Tamriel. This shown in her marriage to a Argonian named Dahi and her step-daughter Sameria

However, one most remember that despite her intelligence and tolerance of the other races and cultures, she is still a warrior of a people who are infamous for their brutality and cruelty. Now while these stories are mostly made up or blown out of proportion, they still have a roots in truth. The skulls of her fallen enemies that she keeps on her belt is proof of that.

Combat: In battle Vercindrix prefers to fight from horse back, but on horse back or foot, Verc uses the same strategy. First she wears down her opponents with the use of her atlatl and javelins before finishing them off with her forsworn sword and an orcish spear, one in each hand. She does know some magic, mostly destructive spells and some healing and enchanting.

Being Forsworn Verc gets a +7 bonus to her health, the damage she does when dual wielding or using her javelin, and to light armor protection when wearing a full set, as well as a + 12 to stamina. And as an Ariago she gets the Stone Horse ability, making horses faster and more powerful. (If you don't like me creating my own race, I'll use the Breton's bonuses)

History: When Vercindrix was a little girl her tribe, the Arigo, was one of the richest Forsworn tribes thanks to their skill as horse breeders and trainers. The horses from their herd were prized across Tamriel for their strength, stamina, bravery, and skill for moving across rough terrain. Even the Blades and the Emperor himself bought horses from them.

The Nord Noble Clan, the Silver Bloods, watched this with fear as this clan of primitive, blood thirsty, savage barbarians became rich and powerful and felt that it was their duty to stop them (and seize their prize horse herds) before it was to late. At first they were unable to openly go after them thanks to their connection with the Empire. But when the Great War started and the Empire was distracted, the Silver Bloods used their own connections in the Markarth Guards to frame the Arigo for a raid on a nord village.

Convinced by the Silver Bloods that the Arigo were responsible for the attack, Jarl Argus ordered that the Forsworn surrender their horses as punishment for the attack. The Arigo were both insulted for being blamed for a crime they didn't commit, horrified at being ordered to give up their source of wealth and culture, and angered that this foolish Nord lord thought he could order them to do anything and reffused.

In-response to this "deffience", the Nord solders came to their territory to take their horses by force. But the Arigo rode out to meet them and killed them all with ease. Then at the Forsworn Council that night, the Arigo convinced the other tribes to declare war against Markarth. This was the beggining of the Forsworn Uprising and their occupation of Markarth.

The next five years Vercidrex lived in Markarth, which had been easily captured by the Forsworn, with her family. While there she meet an orc named Storge who taught her carpentry and stone masonry.

Then when Ulfric lead his army to Markarth, Vercidrex, her father, and Storge fled the city with the rest of the refuges. Her mother and older brother stayed in the city and were killed when Ulfric's men used a secret passageway to sneak into Markarth and murdered everyone inside, down to the last child.

Now a grown warrior and a master of her trade and blade, Vercidrex has taken her oaths to fight against those who would force the Forsworn to bend their knees to them.

Likes: Fighting, her family, her culture, meeting new people, building and crafting, bagpipes, her horse Sun-Runner
Dislikes: Alfric and the Storm Cloaks, the Silver Bloods, cabbages, chains

 

[TheDemon2495]

Name: Ri'Demon (Call me Demon)

Gender: Male

Race: Khajiit

Class: Mix between Warrior and Assassin

Physical Description: 5'10, Fur as black as Night, Three scars across the face where I got in a fistfight. With my cousin the Saber-tiger.

History: I have had a few run-ins with the Dark Brotherhood, every once in a while someone would put a contract on my head, I have always loved Sneaking and Fights. If I could I would try to get a sneak kill, if not there were always my trusty Axe and Sword. In Elsweyr I was sent by my leader to Skyrim to follow a Traveling Mechant to kill him for betraying our tribe, I have already killed him, the hateful Mar'klat. I went back to Elsweyr and asked if I could stay in Skyrim, the leader said yes. Now I am in Skyrim seeking new Adventure.

Personality: I am helpful all you need to do is ask and have the gold. It takes a while to build trust, but when you do, I will have your back. I may seem harsh at first, but I am nice after a while. I often say what I am thinking on any situation, sometimes that gets me into a little trouble with the guards, but I usually have the gold to pay the fine if necessary. I work well with others, and well by myself as well. I usually have a way out of almost any situation.

Likes or Dislikes: I like people who can help me and what I do, and I often pay them back with help also. I dislike those Thalmor jerks who think they are above everyone else.

Misc.: I have taken no side in the War, I don't feel that it is completely necessary to join a war that I am not part of. I will help Stormcloaks with quests along with the Imperials as long as they don't order me around like a dog. If I am told to go kill something, I do.

(Not part of Character) Note: Is this good? Is my character too overdone, or is this good? I feel like I might have made part of me too good. Thanks for the help.

 

[Tybolt the axe wielder]

Name:Tybolt Harbringer
Gender:Male
Race:Imperial
Class:Rouge Warrior
Appearence:Age 31,5'7" 210 lbs, Rugged and weatherd,a scar on my right cheek from a shiv in the imperial prison,and a shaved head and face,a red tattoo of the imperial dragon on my neck.
Personality:Quiet but will have a conversation if you start it,is quick to get into trouble but just as quick to end it.
History:I grew up in the waterfront district with my father who used to be an imperial soldier.I got into stealing things I wanted since I couldn't afford them.When i was 18 i was sentenced to 5 years in the imperial prison for breaking into a very wealthy mans home I got out when I was 23 and became a mercenary/treausure hunter since it was some what honest work.I made my way to Skyrim 5 years ago and now wander from place to place doing odd jobs.
Likes and Dislikes:I have a strong dislike for Dark Elves since that was who attacked me in prison and love my axes that were my fathers.

 

[Ceridwen]

Name: Sethrivvan

Gender: Male

Race: Bosmer/Altmer mix; Bosmer if half-breeds are not allowed.

Class: Infantry Soldier (best with sword and shield, standard Imperial issue. Competent with the bow, only very basic alchemy skills and none for spellcasting).

Physical Description: The only thing Sethrivvan inherited from his absentee Altmer father was his height; in all other regards, he is most like his Bosmer mother, with dusky skin, chestnut brown hair and dark eyes. He is tall and strapping, but his shyness and awkwardness around strangers holds him back. He has not been serving in the Imperial army for long, however, so he does not have many battle wounds or old injuries to speak of. He is young for a Bosmer, perhaps 23 in human years.

Biography: (changeable dependent on the RP he's fit into, this is what I originally planned for him for a no-holds-barred one on one RP)
Born in Riften to a lowly fisherwoman after she was wooed and abandoned by a passing mage and adventurer, Sethrivvan grew up poor and without any other family, but he was content. He gets along very well with his mother, who is as much his best friend, and has always been good with his hands for physical tasks, though he has no talent for magic despite his paternal heritage. When he came of age and the rumblings of civil war started to tear Skyrim apart, he took up with the Imperial army, both to defend the land he'd been born to and to earn a better income than his mother did working at the wharf in hopes of giving her a better life. He traveled from Riften all the way to his first posting in Solitude over the course of a year, where he met many new people and learned many new facts about the world, even if his bubble of naive positivity has yet to be shattered. He does not enjoy killing, but will do it if he must, especially in defense of the weak and those he loves. He has no ambitions except to provide well for his mother, but he's slowly rising in the ranks of the Imperial army due to his readiness to complete every task put before him by his superior officers.

Personality: Naive but fiercely loyal, kind and considerate but often shy and unsure of himself around strangers. When he opens up to someone, he is much friendlier and talkative, and trusts a little too easily.

Likes and Dislikes:
Likes- People he can get along well with, children, exploring, adventuring, being of use to others.
Dislikes- Cruelty, not having others to guide him, not having a purpose in life, being mocked for his questionable family history or the skills he lacks.

Notes: I just feel I ought to mention Sethrivvan is a different character than what I usually play; most of my characters are smart-mouthed and morbid if not morose, so Sethrivvan is as much an exercise in trying out a more cheerful character type than I'm used to as an RP character. I aim to make him as many-layered as the rest of my characters, without violating his core precepts of being kind and noble to the best of his abilities. I know that sounds Gary Stu-ish, but I assure you he's not.

 

[EngulfedHydra]

Name: Girdon
Race: Bosmer
Description: Girdon is light-skinned, short black hair, green and friendly eyes and is very skinny.
Bio: Girdon was born in Valenwood but soon tired of life there and decided to make his fortune in Skyrim. Girdon lives in Rorikstead and works as a lumberjack, he also is a part-time hunter who sells meat in Markath.
Although Girdon is a hunter/lumberjack,he is aspiring to be a mage at the College of Winterhold and has practiced with spells since he was young.
Personality: Girdon is kind, quiet and modest. Loves to talk with close friends in Taverns but at times can be unwelcoming to new people. Will help the poor for nothing and generally doesn't accept rewards. He is basically a "peoples' person"
Role: Girdon is a ranger who is also an Apprentice Healer. He prefers to stay at the backof a fight and silently pick off his enemies.
Combat Preferences: Girdon prefers Glass and Elven armour and despises Heavy and Shields.
Apparel and Weapons: Gilded Hand-Crafted Elven armour, gloves and boots and an Adept hood.
Glass Bow (named Stendarr's Might) and two Orcish daggers for close combat.
Stance on Civil War and Thalmor: Girdon has sided with the Empire after seeing his brethren (Dunmer) treated like dirt and pushed to one side of Windhelm. Girdon has read the Thalmor dossier on Ulfric Stormcloak and now sees the Stormcloaks as nothing more than racist thugs.
Likes: friendly people, archers, smiths, companions and mages.
Dislikes: thugs, upfront and cocky people, two-handed swords and people who use them, Daedric weapons and armor.
Misc: Girdon is also a Vigilante Of Stendarr.