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    Aden Komad

    Misfortunate Soul
    "And so what he spoke, came to be..."
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    Swords and stones may slash, break bone, but words cannot harm me.
    So we said, so we believed; thus we were deceived.
    But words have power untold, but a power that few can hold.
    To create and command reality. Tis a godlike power of utter surety.
    But a gift so powerful and grand, was easily corrupted by the evil of man.
    Beware dear reader, for if you read more, you too will become part of the lore.
    This story is true and never ends, it only ever begins again.
    Follow too closely or learn too much, I swear by fate you'll be touched.
    Forever an actor in this tale you shall be, ensnared for eternity you shall never be free.
    But many continue regardless of this, perhaps ignorance truly is bliss.
    Then perhaps it's already too late. This story is now your fate.
    I tried to warn you, I tried to be clear. But now you will become one with tale, lose all you hold dear.
    Many have tried but all will fail. Gaze into the abyss, pierce the veil.
    Say your prayers, run in terror, or stand strong; but no matter what it won't be long.
    Will you be simply another lost soul in this endless story?
    (Excerpt from the last copy of Ancient Legends: Before Nirn - The Twisted Tale)
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    Those things follow after every town, ever since my lucky break deciphering the story from that insane old man. They haunt my steps and get closer every night. I can see it now. How they take the locals closest to me, even that serving girl from Markarth...she was so young. I pray she forgives me. Her ravaged body haunts me to this day. They're preventing rest or kinship. I haven't slept in eight days. Gods! I nodded off once and they were a few feet away when I woke! I thought this a road to glory, but I am dogged at every step by him. I curse this story and the day I ever heard it. This-this is my last entry...
    (Blood-stained page from the journal of an unnamed, long dead adventurer)
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    You asked, so I'm telling you. Don't go. The stories talk of the riches or fame or any other vanity to lure you to listen. Lure you into the tale from which you cannot escape. But never the names of those that go, nor where they supposedly spent their wealth. I heard the same tales as a lad in Riften, felt the same pull, but it's a lie, son. We always ran before we heard too much of that crazy hermit's tale. It may paint a trail, but once you're on it, does it lead to him or back to you?
    (Unsigned letter, father to son - found in the catacombs of Whiterun)
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    (Three weathered parchments are found within a splintered, oaken chest deep within an unnamed cavern; with three versions of the same incomplete story.)
    And so the gods allowed the clever bard to test his words against theirs. If he could make one cry, one laugh, and one fear a story he wove then he would be given the power of words as only the gods knew. So for six days he wove a tale that's like would never be heard upon this world again. Mara wept, Akatosh laughed, and Stendarr felt fear for the first time if only for a few seconds. Thus the clever bard learned the true nature of words and reality bent, for a time. Until....
    (Scribbled in the corner in a shaky hand)
    Three pages, three ages. But the same story!
    Same as the poem, but older!
    The signature was torn off on purpose, however some letters remained.
    All together I believe it spells "Yirim Agar."
    That was the insane man from the cemetery in Falkreath who put me on this path!
    All of them from him! In his writing!
    Some of these are hundreds of years old! How?
    That old man is not who he says he is! He may not even be-(writing ends abruptly)
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    The plot revolves around a mysterious tale far older than most of written history. Mystery, horror, paranoia, and even darker themes will be featured and explored in a twisted tale where words are far more deadly than any weapon you carry. Will you simply be like all of the others who were drawn into this hidden world of woe and misfortune? Or will you solve a riddle eternity in the making? Band together with the strangers fate has brought together and save the world from a darkness it isn't even aware of. Nirn is on the edge of utter annihilation. It is simply...a word away.​
    1.) ALL character cards submitted should follow the template. I will look over applications and make a decision normally within a day. Simply posting an application does not guarantee acceptance. Along with that, I would like a sample of original writing. A paragraph is acceptable, but feel encouraged to write more. This is shows us your writing style as well as show me how well, complex, and serious you approach even a simple writing.​
    2.) Power playing (or, "god modding") will not be tolerated. Give your character reasonable abilities and skills. Do not make them knowledgeable of information they cannot possibly know. A realistic character with believable flaws is much more likable and interesting. This includes 'scripting' other people's characters to perform actions or say something without their expressed permission.​
    3.) Please try to remain active in the thread. Post regularly, at the very post at least once a week. You are required to explain absences longer than a week or your character will be removed from the roleplay.​
    4.) Be fair to your fellow role players. Try to make sure all participants are included.​
    5.) This is a MATURE thread, rated 18+. Profanity, graphic violence, disturbing images, and sexual themes will be included, so please be advised.​
    6.) However just because this is mature, doesn't mean you should write raunchy sex scenes. Story, not smut. So long as any profanity or sexual themes are included both tastefully, reasonably and at the best of discretion they will be accepted.​
    7.) Proper spelling, grammar, and sentence structure are required. Type your posts in a word processor for proof reading if it will help. This makes posts easier and better to read. I will be expecting this of all players, so please keep that in mind when applying as it can mean denial.​
    8.) I would prefer that players in this story be only involved in 2 or 3 other roleplays simultaneously. Simply for the fact that posts are generally of better quality when there are fewer obligations for the player.​
    9.) Player involvement will be capped at a maximum of 5-6 players, including myself. However players may be invited to create and include their own minor, recurring "NPC" if they so choose. This would be a character of the player's choosing meant to enrich their own experience and the experience of the other players. For example, someone such as a relative or friend of your character. Please understand this doesn’t mean you can have two characters. This “NPC” would not be present at all times, normally disappearing after the beginning few posts. However they can be reintroduced if it ties into the story and makes logical sense. Of course other npcs, such as a generic guard or barkeep, are perfectly acceptable if the situation requires creation of one.​
    10.) Other than the above rules, all other general forum rules set by Skyrim staff and the forums apply; such as treating all others with respect, no fighting, etc. Thanks and good luck!​
    Application

    Name:

    Race:

    Age:

    Birthplace:

    Alliances or Affiliations:

    Occupation:

    Appearance:

    Gear:

    Personality:

    History:

    Writing Sample:
     

    Aden Komad

    Misfortunate Soul
    Name: Aden Masavii Komad

    Race: Breton

    Age: 25

    Birthplace: Evermor, High Rock

    Alliances or Affiliations: Himself, though he has contacts within the Thieves' Guild.

    Occupation: Thief, Wanderer, Adventurer.

    Appearance: He posses the normal characteristics of his people. Appearing as a pale human, like most Bretons, he has a slight of build and while a bit more muscular than his people not nearly so as Nords or Redguards. His Elvish ancestry is more apparent than most with his sharp eyebrows, very slightly pointed ears, and his high cheekbones. His shaggy, blonde hair often frames his handsome visage and piercing azure eyes.

    Gear: He doesn't prefer armor. He simply wears his silken attire with leather straps and silver buckles. His boots are made from the skin of baby Horkers and are very comfortable, but also allow his footsteps to be muffled.

    Personality: His personality is erratic. There seems to be no rhyme or reason to his actions. No direction to his motives. He takes on jobs but seems to put very little thought into which one. He acts one part hardened mercenary and one part folk hero. He has a 'flowing' view of morality and his own personal code of ethics. He protects the innocent, yet exploits them as well. But at the same time his exploitations do not harm those involved unless they are direct enemies of his. He displays both kindness and cruelty. Passion and Apathy. Peace and Fury. He is like a broken mirror. Multiple reflections but neither show the truth reflected therein.

    History: His past is shrouded in mystery. Whether he has hidden it, someone else has, or any other number of reasons the only way to learn about the strange man and his past would be from his own lips.

    Writing Sample: See above or the blog entry on Aden.
     

    Blitzz

    A Friendly Brit
    Id love to put a CC in for this, but I'm on holiday from the 9th to the 16th, so if you'd rather I didn't and let someone who'll be able to put more time in immediately in on this, I understand entirely.


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    Pufftuff

    Well-Known Member
    Name: Vladier

    Race: Breton/Vampire

    Age: 290 (Looks to be in his 60's or 70's)

    Birthplace: High Rock

    Alliances or Affiliations: Previous elder of the Mages Guild

    Occupation: Master Necromancer

    Appearance: Vladier is a frail looking old man. He stands no more than 5'5" very skinny, looking like time has been unkind to him. White skin with a long unkempt beard and long wiry black hair even though he's balding on top. He has bright golden eyes that glow intensely. He is physically unintimidating, looking like a strong enough gust of wind to topple the poor old man.

    Gear: Often seen wearing black robes and leather boots that are worn and tattered. His hood up almost everywhere to hide his appearance and his eyes from the public. He carries no weapon or even a staff...

    Personality: Vladier is as brilliant as he is mad. He is quite the hermit and as such he isn't the best with people. Despite his affliction he has always held on to his humanity. He cares for others whether he admits it or not. All though he is quick to judge and does take pleasure in torturing those he deems unworthy he is still often sought after when people seek information that others may hide.

    History: Vladier has seen so many winters he can't remember how old he is. He remembers the Oblivion crisis making him at least older than 200 years. As a Breton he discovered that he had a strong hand towards magic and began practicing magic at a very young age. He joined the mages guild many years ago and learned as much about Conjuration and Illusion magic as he could before the dissolution of the guild. His motives were never known to anyone, he had cut ties with his family and stayed to himself, he began to study Necromancy in private becoming obsessed with learning to control the dead and the minds of the living. In his later years around 70 he had mastered most of all there was to know about controlling the dead and the thoughts and minds of the living. He was a mad man by that point, often taking pleasure in causing groups of friends to slaughter each other and raising them again as his minions. But he realized that his time was approaching so he shifted his gaze to expanding his life, and ultimately immortality. This eventually led him to Skyrim where he hoped to study the vampires and figure a way to just extract their immortality for himself. He was immediately shunned by the college for his insane goals. He finally found a small coven of vampires to study near Dawnstar, where he had developed a friendly or tolerated relationship with the Jarl for his assistance with problems of the undead kind. While studying the vampires though they grew weary and followed him home one day assuming he was an enemy. That's when he achieved his goal.....in a manner of speaking, he was turned. And although now immortal he didn't want to sacrifice his own humanity. He has since lived in Skyrim still trying to learn how to stay alive and cure his affliction. Making his money by making and selling potions and tonics. He stayed as neutral as possible during the "Great War". Although left alone for the most part he had little love of the Thalmor and their lust for control. Having a long history with all Jarls of The Pale has aloud him to live in relative peace with the province.

    Writing Sample: Vladier has been studying this coven of vampires for almost five years and nearing his end he has little to nothing to show for it. He has spent all these years trying to figure out how to harness the immortality of the vampires without losing his humanity. As he headed home hoping to be far enough away from the cave before night fall to avoid any problems with the vampires, he was writing in his journal, I have come to the conclusion that they sustain their lives by feeding on the life force of living beings. Corpses do nothing for them all though this is a small progress it is progress indeed. If I could figure out a potion to synthesize the life force of a human then I may have found the answers I seek. If only the fools at the college would help me with my research. I fear I'm not long for this world and that I may not find what I seek in time. I hope that whomever finds this journal can continue my work.

    As he approached his home it was quite late, he was tired his old bones ached from the ride and the cold. He could see his home at the bottom of the hill and he felt an unnatural chill run up his spine. He stopped and threw magelight behind him, nothing he figured maybe wolves or something. He got home and spent some time messing around with some potions. Must have been about midnight he decided to retire for the evening.

    "He's an old man, just grab him and lets go." Vladier woke up to three men dragging him to the floor, tying him up. He immediately recognized them it was two of the younger vampires and the master vampire of the coven he knew him as Festisius. He tried to escape but he was a frail old man and they were much stronger than he was. They sat him up in the main hall of his house in a chair. Festisius spoke angrily, "I have to hand it to you. I had no idea how long you've been watching us, I wasn't alerted until weeks ago." his voice dropped to a normal tone. "We have been watching you as well you are clearly interested in how we stay alive," he spoke as he thumbed through Vladiers journals. "my my my....you have been busy haven't you." Vladier spoke up, "I meant you and yours no harm I only wished to learn from you." Nodding Festisius responded. "Yet you refer to us as monsters, strong words coming from a mad man in the hills of The Pale." Vladier began to sweat this was the night he would die. Little did he know that it would be a fate far worse than death.

    Pacing back and forth Festisius had an evil grin come across his face. "I will give you what you seek old man. Immortality will be yours," his deep red eyes staring straight at the old man. "But you will become one of the monsters you despise so very much." Vladier spoke hiding the fear in his voice. "I'll die before I let that happen. What I was working on could have changed the world!" as he spoke Vladier looked to the two vampires standing on either side of him he cast a bound dagger into his hands. Watching to make sure they weren't looking he cut his binds. "I'm not as helpless as I may seem." He said standing up casting a sword into each hand and decapitating the two vampires flanking him. As he swung toward Festisius. He stopped and his swords disappeared, he was paralyzed. Festisius laughed maniacally, he then sank his fangs and drained the old man until he passed out.

    Waking in the morning to a burning sensation from the sun coming through his windows. Vladier knew instantly what had happened. It was done......
     

    The Phantom

    Consulting Criminal
    Character Name: Revus Sailaron
    Alias: N/A (May obtain one over the course of the thread)
    Class: Nightblade/Rogue
    Alignment: N/A
    Occupation: Mercenary and Amateur Scholar
    Birth Sign: Serpent
    Currently Resides: No Permanent Residence
    Hometown: Skingrad, Cyrodiil
    Age: 21
    Race: Dunmer
    Gender: Male
    Factions: None
    Worships: None In Particular, Though Acknowledges the Presence of Padomany, Anu, the Aedra and Daedra

    Appearance:
    Height- 5'9"
    Weight- 175LBS
    Eyes- Grey-Light Blue
    Hair- Short Hair, Middle Parting with the Slight Majority of Hair Being on His Right- Reaches Just Past His Ear, Stubble/Short Circle Beard
    Scars- Burns Across the Left of His Chest and Torso From a Duel
    Brief Description- He wears a very ornate, customised set of ebony armour with white markings that he obtained following his duel. The armour itself, though mostly ebony, Is partly an alloy containing small amounts of another material in order to make the armour lighter; thereby providing more mobility. When not in combat, he dons a black cloak with a white rim over his armour. His face, though not quite handsome, is not unappealing either.
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    Personality:
    Laterality: Writes and wields weapons with his right hand as his primary hand but does most other actions with his left
    Sexuality: Borders on Asexuality (without sexual urges) but is capable of being romantically involved; finds intellect and personality attractive in a person (Sapiosexual); though he would be romantically involved with a man, he prefers women
    Marital Status: Single
    Positive Traits: Thirst for knowledge, Intelligent, Skilful, Well-spoken, Caring, Compassionate (Naturally, at least. Since people show him little compassion, he returns little), Protective For the Few He Cares For, Retentive Memory, Good Intuitive Skills, Silver-tongued/Charming
    Negative Traits: Misanthropic, Narcissistic, Proud, Nigh-hateful, Struggles to Convey Emotion, Anti-social/Introversive, Power-hungry, Underestimates Others, Machiavellian, Little Empathy
    Likes: Artefacts, Reading/Books (They tend to not talk back when he corrects them… And just talk to him in-general far less), Challenge, Intelligence, Knowledge, History, Philosophy, Martial Arts, Skill,
    Dislikes: Too much to write, however I shall reveal one thing that covers a lot of the list: People
    Fears: Death
    Aspirations: To learn as much as he possibly can while also training to fight, becoming wealthy in the process and thereby demonstrate his superiority over other people
    Quirks: Likes to correct people, Feels the need to constantly be in motion (Pacing, twirling a pen/stick, spinning a weapon, etc.)

    Fighting Style:
    Weapons: An ornate, snaked themed dagger with a pearl encrusted on it (a family heirloom), a double-bladed sword of which the handle/hilt is made from white oak and the blades were forged from skyforge steel.
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    Description: As a principal, Revus prefers speed and skill over strength when it comes to combat. Thus, his two favoured weapons are the dagger and his custom designed double-bladed weapon. If he intends to kill quickly, or is simply not up to making things challenging, he will use his double-bladed weapon in a duel as it is the weapon he is most skilful with and there are few foes familiar enough with the style of combat to effectively defend against the weapon in a one-on-one scenario. Against multiple opponents however, it becomes a different scenario. Despite giving Revus a distinctive advantage against a single adversary, his weapon becomes difficult to use and nigh straight-up impractical against multiple adversaries. However, he has been training many years with the weapon and has concocted defensive techniques to counter this weakness, mostly consisting of around-the-body-flurries and parries in order to disorientate his enemies and either whittle their guard down gradually using this or flurry close to them and quickly slash to finish one of them while they're off-balance. Alternatively, if he is intending to give himself more of a challenge or is unable to use his preferred weapon, he will use his family dagger which he keeps concealed on his person at all times. Typically however, he will only use this as a last resort and will aim to kill very quickly, targeting vital or exposed areas, making sure to get inside the reach of his opponent's weapon or by parrying and following with an attack. Finally, Revus is an expert martial artist, having trained since he was a mere child and is capable of advanced hand-to-hand combat including wrist/joint locks and manipulations as well as sufficient knowledge of grappling, choke holds and simple but effective defences against general strikes. His knowledge also extends to hand-to-weapon fighting, being capable of taking on armed opponents of moderate skill while disarmed or without-weapon and defeating them; albeit with a great degree of difficulty.

    Biography:
    Revus was born into a Dunmer family based in Skingrad that had become very wealthy since the Oblivion Crisis, seizing the opportunities that were presented in the chaos. However, when Revus was a mere two years old, his family decided that they were going to leave Cyrodiil and move to Whiterun in Skyrim as they deemed Cyrodiil to be too directly influenced by the Thalmor and could not shake the horrors of the Great War from their minds. Thus, they moved to Skyrim and settled into a house in Whiterun known as Breezehome.

    They soon became prominent members of Whiterun's society and respect grew for the Sailaron family. It was becoming readily apparent that Revus would have a lot to live up to, and so a fair amount of pressure was applied to him at an early age. These would of course be expectations he not only met but also exceeded, and he proved that even as a child he had both martial and intellectual prowess. He impressed the citizens of Whiterun so much that at the age of nine, the jarl's wizard, Farengar Secret-Fire, agreed to tutor him not in the arcane but in the archaic, and therefore taught him history and philosophy. Following this he had always had a fascination with history and artefacts, actively collecting them when he could. Additionally, around this time the Companions also took Revus under their wing and taught him the arts of battle. His greatest aptitude was in basic hand-to-hand martial arts and staff fighting, the latter of which he would later adapt into his own fighting system.

    Until the age of fourteen Revus would continue his studies under Farengar and his training under the Companions without anything of great importance happening. One day his mother and he received news that his father (A respected scholar) and his younger brother and sister had been killed by a bandit leader who used to be a teacher of Destruction magic at the College of Winterhold while investigating a newly unearthed ruin. Though Revus had never been too close with his father, nor had he respected him an incredible amount due to their ideological and moral differences, their losses still greatly saddened him and he vowed that one day he would go to the ruin and challenge his father's killer to single-combat. The same year, during a conversation with the Harbinger of the Companions, he asked why he couldn't stab or slash with both sides of a sword and questioned the possibility of having a bladed weapon similar in design to a quarterstaff. So he designed a weapon that consisted of a single large hilt with a blade at either end to be wielded like a Bo or quarterstaff and presented it to the Companions. Impressed, they had Jorlund Grey-Mane, worker of the Skyforge, forge the weapon for Revus. Revus then took it to Farengar, who enchanted the weapon with runes that made the blade feel lighter to wield, allowing for greater speed and strength of strike.

    All through his life however, he had always felt like no one had ever liked him as a person, and very little compassion was ever shown to him. Even after his father died, the most he received was a pat on the back and an "I'm sorry for your loss" from his teachers who seemed to regard him more as a project than a person. Things also seemed to be progressively worse for him, as he only got on with a very small minority of the children, most of whom teased him for his skills. Due to this, he began to hate people more and more, becoming more introverted which eventually resulted in his narcissism, lack of compassion and empathy and his hatred of people, as he believed that they merely feared his intelligence. Of course, he acknowledged that certain persons were tolerable, and didn't hate every single person, per se; though he did hate most people and people as a collective.
    By the age of seventeen he had finished his education and his mother had passed away, and the family fortune passed to him. He decided that he wouldn't stay in Whiterun and sold all of the furniture in Breezehome and bought a set of leather armour and took the family heirloom dagger for himself, despite his limited knowledge of the weapon. He then decided that he would become a mercenary and also an amateur scholar by investigating and charting the places he was sent to. Then one day he stumbled across a contract too perfect to miss: to deal with the bandit clan that killed his father and siblings. He accepted and travelled to the ruin, cleaving his way through the bandits who were ultimately overwhelmed by his weapon and unfamiliar style of fighting until he reached their leader.

    Their leader was clad in the dark, ornate ebony alloy armour that would soon be his and wielded an ebony sword in one hand while keeping the other open for destruction magic. Revus, unable to resist dramatising the ordeal, verbally challenged the chief and gave a mock salute with his weapon before the duel engaged. The two warriors circled each other for a time, sizing each other up until finally Revus' tentative approach to the fight would scar him forever as his opponent unleashed a torrent of flames without warning which hit Sailaron across the torso, burning straight through his armour and into his skin. Knowing there was only one way that he could survive this, he did what his opponent certainly wasn't expecting. He charged into the flame and slashed towards the bandit, who quickly called off the spell in order to raise his sword to block the blow. Revus then followed with an onslaught of strikes which the chief was struggling to deflect until attempting to track both blades proved overwhelming and he went to block to the side as Revus span around and slashed at his other side, cutting straight through his neck, decapitating him.

    Following this, Revus took the unique armour, cleaned it and had it refitted to his size and had a cloak crafted for him to wear with the armour when travelling and subsequently attached a sheathe to his back to contain his primary weapon and one on his belt to hold his dagger. This battle and clearing of the ruin would become his most famous feat during his career which would span another four years until the present.

    (Not sure if you need a sample after my debatably tedious backstory, but I'll still be happy to add one if you'd like.)
     

    Aden Komad

    Misfortunate Soul
    Pufftuff and Phantom are both accepted. Welcome to Cursed Words, I have to make two more posts in the actual story thread, but afterwards feel free to post intros :D
     

    Aden Komad

    Misfortunate Soul
    The other two posts have been added, feel free to post intros now and we still have a few spots open if anyone else is interested.
     

    T. Rakinson

    A Brute among Beasts
    I read the first reply this morning. Havent eaten/gone near potatoes all day.
    *shudders*
    If I was brave enough to go back to the IC (which im not) & I hadent recently gave you some, You would have recieved full rep, Aden!
     

    Blitzz

    A Friendly Brit
    Ok I won't be able to get a CC up until Sunday at the earliest though because I'm currently on holiday


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    The Phantom

    Consulting Criminal
    I will be going on holiday on Tuesday and return late next Tuesday, though I'll probably be able to post while away.
     

    Blitzz

    A Friendly Brit
    Actually, thinking about this, it doesn't really seem like my sort of thing, and whilst I'd love to throw myself at it and learn a new RP style, I could be in up to 6 RPs once all my CCs are in so this may have to take a backseat. I'm not saying, however, that I definitely won't be joining
     

    Aden Komad

    Misfortunate Soul
    That's perfectly alright. Not every roleplay fits everyone and getting overwhelmed with threads has happened to me before too, so if you do want to participate later; great! If not I understand :)
     

    Aden Komad

    Misfortunate Soul
    Phantom you can go ahead and post, I will be posting again sometime today as I want this story to be told even if I have to do so alone :p
     

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