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    Drahkma

    Dashing Imperial Officer.
    We've still got a few places available, Blitzz.

    Ah, General Charles Xander: I like your CC. But, the weapons, man. I would ask that you drop Daltons weapon count down to a more... manageable amount. By my count, he's carrying five weapons. (won't count the mini-crossbow, since it's attached to the armour.) I gonna have to say a max of three weapons. At the most. And I wouldn't recommend using Sahiel. Not unless you brought it's powers down by alot. From what I see- it can shoot out an explosion sixty feet wide, which dissipates everything inside it, and repel spells/ powers.

    Not trying to be an ass, but I just can't see one guy running around with five weapons on him, including one that appears to be a mini super weapon. But fix that, and I'd say you're good to go.

    Oh: and what armour does he wear? I didn't see it mentioned, unless my eyes are playing tricks on me. Just standard Imperial armour? Heavy armour, light armour? Or something else completely. Apologies if I've missed it.
    I understand. So....not counting the crossbow....would you consider Sahiel a weapon? It's just an attachable/detachable cross. It's basically his only shield. Yea getting rid of the "mini nuke" is a no-brainer! :p but would you keep the rest of the abilities? They are basically temporary shields from attacks. Anyways, if you didn't count Sahiel than Bloodbane, Windscourge and Snowstagger. If you do count it....well, if rather have some shield than none. :/

    Well, if you get rid of the nuke ability, that's fine.
     

    General Charles Xander

    General of the 11th Imperial Legion
    We've still got a few places available, Blitzz.

    Ah, General Charles Xander: I like your CC. But, the weapons, man. I would ask that you drop Daltons weapon count down to a more... manageable amount. By my count, he's carrying five weapons. (won't count the mini-crossbow, since it's attached to the armour.) I gonna have to say a max of three weapons. At the most. And I wouldn't recommend using Sahiel. Not unless you brought it's powers down by alot. From what I see- it can shoot out an explosion sixty feet wide, which dissipates everything inside it, and repel spells/ powers.

    Not trying to be an ass, but I just can't see one guy running around with five weapons on him, including one that appears to be a mini super weapon. But fix that, and I'd say you're good to go.

    Oh: and what armour does he wear? I didn't see it mentioned, unless my eyes are playing tricks on me. Just standard Imperial armour? Heavy armour, light armour? Or something else completely. Apologies if I've missed it.
    I understand. So....not counting the crossbow....would you consider Sahiel a weapon? It's just an attachable/detachable cross. It's basically his only shield. Yea getting rid of the "mini nuke" is a no-brainer! :p but would you keep the rest of the abilities? They are basically temporary shields from attacks. Anyways, if you didn't count Sahiel than Bloodbane, Windscourge and Snowstagger. If you do count it....well, if rather have some shield than none. :/

    Well, if you get rid of the nuke ability, that's fine.
    Ok! :)
     
    Name-Andger Storm-Blade
    Age-34
    Race-Nord Werebear
    Alignment-His mercenary group
    Class-Warrior
    Armor- A full set of Ebony Armor and a amulet of Talos, as well as a silver ring
    Weapon- An Ebony Sword, an Ebony Bow, knows the spells frost cloak, ironflesh, close wounds, and fireball, the dragonshouts unrelenting force, disarm, and dismay
    Appearance- A tall muscular nord with ice blue eyes, shoulder length blonde hair, and a scar on the left side of his face.
    Personality-Very grim and has no reason to trust any body, despises all stormcloaks and legion legates and hates being called a coward
    Likes/Dislikes-Likes mead, weapons, brawling, Dislikes-Stormcloaks, Legion Commanders
    Backstory- Child- Andger never knew his parents but he is told that he was sent to live with Argonian mercenaries after his parents died in the Great War. Andger loved his foster father Walks-Many-Swamps and was horrified after his foster father was killed by bandits. Andger was sent to live with a Talos worshipping Altmer woman who taught him the way of the nords, Andger later ran away to study with the Grey-Beards, when he was 12 and returned 7 years later.
    Backstory-Adult- Andger went to Windhelm to sign up in the Stormcloak army and left after finding out the Altmer woman who raised him was killed under the suspicion of being a Thalmor spy. Andger joined the Imperial Legion and fought against the Stormcloaks, but during a great battle half of the legionarires fighting were slaughtered by the rebels and Andger along with 20 others abandoned thier uniforms and desertered becoming mercenaries. Today Andger fights for the highest bidder and hopes to one day kill the officer who led 5000 men to their deaths.
     

    General Charles Xander

    General of the 11th Imperial Legion
    Name-Andger Storm-Blade
    Age-34
    Race-Nord Werebear
    Alignment-His mercenary group
    Class-Warrior
    Armor- A full set of Ebony Armor and a amulet of Talos, as well as a silver ring
    Weapon- An Ebony Sword, an Ebony Bow, knows the spells frost cloak, ironflesh, close wounds, and fireball, the dragonshouts unrelenting force, disarm, and dismay
    Appearance- A tall muscular nord with ice blue eyes, shoulder length blonde hair, and a scar on the left side of his face.
    Personality-Very grim and has no reason to trust any body, despises all stormcloaks and legion legates and hates being called a coward
    Likes/Dislikes-Likes mead, weapons, brawling, Dislikes-Stormcloaks, Legion Commanders
    Backstory- Child- Andger never knew his parents but he is told that he was sent to live with Argonian mercenaries after his parents died in the Great War. Andger loved his foster father Walks-Many-Swamps and was horrified after his foster father was killed by bandits. Andger was sent to live with a Talos worshipping Altmer woman who taught him the way of the nords, Andger later ran away to study with the Grey-Beards, when he was 12 and returned 7 years later.
    Backstory-Adult- Andger went to Windhelm to sign up in the Stormcloak army and left after finding out the Altmer woman who raised him was killed under the suspicion of being a Thalmor spy. Andger joined the Imperial Legion and fought against the Stormcloaks, but during a great battle half of the legionarires fighting were slaughtered by the rebels and Andger along with 20 others abandoned thier uniforms and desertered becoming mercenaries. Today Andger fights for the highest bidder and hopes to one day kill the officer who led 5000 men to their deaths.
    Hmm, hates Legion Commanders? I have a sneaky suspicion that this is is directed towards me and Orien....:p
     

    Orien Terrik

    "Arik tree'ac te kek."
    That may not go over to well, haha. Although, I can't blame him. He served under apparently a terrible officer, haha. Could be interesting, though.
     

    Drahkma

    Dashing Imperial Officer.

    TheShadedOne

    The Angry One
    Well, we've got seven applicants. Want to start picking who's accepted?
     

    Drahkma

    Dashing Imperial Officer.
    still waiting on @Blitzz and @VictoireXII to post a card. Then I'll pick two out of the last four to apply.
     

    VictoireXII

    Crazed Skyrim Photographer
    @Drahkma

    Thanks for getting back to me. I will post it later after I get back from work.

    EDIT- Work ended later than I expected. Don't have time to draft out a post right now, I will work on it tomorrow. Sorry for the trouble guys! Forgive me!
     
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    VictoireXII

    Crazed Skyrim Photographer
    My first RP character, so go easy :p

    Name: Claudia Octavia
    Age: 24
    Birth Date: 4E 179 5th of Morning Star
    Birth Sign: The Ritual
    Gender: Female
    Race: Imperial
    Height: 5'8"
    Weight: 143 lbs
    Hair colour: Chestnut Brown
    Eye colour: Green
    Skin colour: Lightly-tan (For an Imperial)

    Physical Appearance:
    Lithe and athletic would be the words one would use to describe Claudia if they saw her. Her body conditioned by the harshness of the wilds, Claudia was born into the life of a huntsman & warrior. Although she lives in the woods, several people who have met Claudia have described her to be quite the rare beauty. She wears her hair a little past chest level, but the tail is usually draped in front of her, leaving the rest of the hairstyle to frame her face.

    Alignment: Chaotic Good
    Affiliation: None at the moment
    Class: Mercenary/Adventurer
    Religion: The Nine Divines
    Patron Deity: Mara, Arkay

    Laterality: Left-handed
    Sexuality: Straight
    Martial Status: Single

    Family:

    -Birth Parents (unknown)
    -Markus Cassius (Foster father)
    -Antonia Cassius (Foster mother)


    Personality:

    Raised to be kind, respectful and observant by her parents, Claudia is a strong-willed individual that seeks to complete any task, once she has set her mind upon it. A strong sense of morality, she strives to uphold what she deems an acceptable level of justice, regardless of what other people may think. She is also friendly and out-going and always eager to meet new people and make new friends. She tends to get over-emotional at times, letting her feelings cloud her judgement. Get to know her well, and she will prove to be a very loyal companion.


    Weapons:


    Claudia prefers the use of one-handed weapons paired with a shield. She can be most often seen with a steel sword and a shield of similar material. She tends to shy away from two-handed weapons, but is no stranger to the bow and will use it if the situation requires it.

    Armour:

    Claudia was but merely in a simple suit of iron armour in the beginning, but have now managed to craft herself a suit of custom-forged/made armour suit consisting of a steel breast plate, with bits of iron,leather and complemented with the bones of trolls. The outfit is completed with a heavy brown bear fur cloak, perfectly suited for the icy cold weathers of Skyrim.

    Likes: Adventuring, hunting, making new friends, fighting, and good ale/mead.

    Dislikes: Dragons, Stormcloaks, Necromancers, Thieves

    Backstory:

    Markus Cassius just happened to be in Whiterun that very day. He was there to sell the fruits of his labour- several elks, skinned wolf pelts along with some apples from his little apple orchard. He wasn't even supposed to be there that day, his trip to Whiterun was supposed to be at at the end of the month. But the moment he opened his eyes at dawn, he had a strong instinctual gut feeling that he had to be there today. So he got out his bow, bid farewell to his wife, and sent out to hunt.

    On his way back from selling his produce, Markus strolled casually back to the city gates, his mind wandering back to the feeling that still lingered within him. A sudden shake of the bushes was accompanied by a crying whimper that could have only come from a baby. Parting the clustered branches apart, his eyes glanced upon a baby swaddled in multiple layers of cloth. Swiveling his head from side to side, he noticed that most of the townspeople were engaged in a commotion going on in a market. Something about a sweetroll being stolen. With no eyes on him, he grabbed the bundle, placing it in the fruit basket he came with, covering it with a layer of cloth. He then made his way towards the main city gate, trying his best not to appear suspicious, willing the baby to be silent. The gods must have smiled upon him, as he made it out of the city without a hassle, the guard on duty recognising him as a regular.

    Markus was in high spirits as he made the journey back home. Where was home? He lived in a small cottage nestled in the woods of the Rift. He thought about how much this meant to he and his wife, Antonia. They have had several futile attempts to have a child of their own, but all they had was failure to show for their efforts. Back at home, he presented the bundles of cloth to Antonia, saying that the gods had rewarded them for their persistence at last. She cried tears of joy. Together, they decided to name her Claudia.

    Fast-forward several years, Claudia has grown into a fine little girl. Her mother taught her how to maintain her appearance, so that she didn't appear too boorish and still maintained a sense of femininity. She accompanied her father on his hunting trips, learning the tools of his trade, and even hunting alongside him. Her very first bow, was a gift to her, something he crafted with his own hands. A retired soldier, he was well-versed in the arts of fighting as well. He taught her swordplay, including the art of using a shield effectively. Claudia took her training seriously, and soon she transformed from a mere girl into a formidable warrior.

    Well on her 20th year, her parents were no longer the youthful versions they once were. No longer the fit and strong young man, Markus trips to Whiterun now fell to her. It was on this tragic day, that her pleasant and stable life came crashing down on her. She saw plumes of smoke in the air, and a dark thought pierced her heart. She raced home, the clouds of smoke growing ever larger. As she approached the cottage that she once called home, all she saw was fire. Fire was everywhere. She tried in vain to douse the fire with whatever water she had, or could find, but it was to no avail. Searching everywhere, she could find no signs of her parents.
    Her home was gone, and with that her family.

    Looking around, she came upon several pieces of torn cloth on the ground. They looked like they were trampled upon. The earth also looked disturbed. There must have been a battle here. Turning it over, she saw that it was bloodied and had the Stormcloak insignia on it. Crushing it in her hand, she swore to avenge her parents.


    Turning away, she left the blazing ruins behind, embarking on a new journey and whatever adventures lied beyond.

    The world was her oyster.
     
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    Drahkma

    Dashing Imperial Officer.
    Okay, I've made my decision. Out of the last four that applied, Andger, Madrar, Victoire, and (we'll say Blitzz, since he did request a spot, I'vee chosen two. @Madrar and @VictoireXII welcome to Fade. IC should be up sometime today. I'll replace the character template with a cast list. Those of you who haven't already, pick a dialogue colour.
     

    General Charles Xander

    General of the 11th Imperial Legion
    I shall take zis.
     

    Drahkma

    Dashing Imperial Officer.

    Madrar

    The Shadow in the Dark.
    I can have something up hopefully today.
     

    General Charles Xander

    General of the 11th Imperial Legion
    Same.
     

    Orien Terrik

    "Arik tree'ac te kek."
    Xander, I have a way for our characters to be introduced pretty quick. Just watch for my post, should be going up soon. Sitting here while writing it up listening to Malukah's version of Age of Aggression, haha.

    Edited:

    Ok, Xander, You could be the person that is ridding alongside me to the Rift.
     
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    Madrar

    The Shadow in the Dark.
    There. I actually had a hard time with the intro... Mind was elsewhere.
     

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