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    Dabiene Caristiana

    Your friendly neighborhood weirdo
    So, basically this is more or less an arena RP? With a little bit extra on the side? You can explain more if you need to if I got it wrong.

    Oh and I'm considering joining :p Since all other RP are on hold for me at the moment.
     

    The Phantom

    Consulting Criminal
    'Tis more like a grand RP with a little arena at the beginning, hopefully. Essentially, my plan was (though I'm open to other ideas) that the tournament finishes and those who wish to be Dragonborn will become so around page 2-3. After that, vampires and cultists attack the celebrations and we shall thence RP our own, probably quite unique, interpretation of the Dawnguard and Dragonborn DLCs. The arena tournament shall act as a prologue, at the end of which those who wish to shall attain the power of a Dragonborn and our characters will all meet each other. Sound good?
     

    Kimrisvik

    King of Scandinavia
    Just got home from work now, and got the weekend free:) I'll start on a CC tonight, but probably won't finish it today since it's 22:40 and I really need to get some sleep soon. But I'll do my best to make a good-ish CC ;)
     

    Dabiene Caristiana

    Your friendly neighborhood weirdo
    So the arena part is a little prologue or warm up. Alrighty, gotcha. How many characters are we limited to have? 1?
     

    The Phantom

    Consulting Criminal
    Yes, precisely. I feel a little prologue gives us time to adjust to each other's writing styles and get to know each other's characters. Preferably one. Or at least, one dragonborn. I suppose I wouldn't mind a second if you so desired, provided they are mortal. (As their are only six slots for Dragonborn, it seems unfair to take two)

    I look forward to seeing your CC, Dabiene.
     

    Dabiene Caristiana

    Your friendly neighborhood weirdo
    I felt that I should have a vampire (Severus) in the Volkihar side of things, and my Nord werewolf Warrior (Soldin) who is in the Dawnguard. That way there are two different perspectives once the main quests get going. But yeah, I get your point. Doesn't seem too fair does it? I doubt I could handle or pull off one of my characters end up being dragon born.

    I'll put up their CC's but if you want additional info, just go look at my Blog on here. I have plenty of info on both of the characters I want in this rp. :) Thanks for letting me join!

    EDIT: I've only filled out extra info on one of them. Sorry about that :p
     

    Dabiene Caristiana

    Your friendly neighborhood weirdo
    Character Name: Real name: Severus Alucard

    Alias: Adopted: Soren Volkihar

    Class: Spellsword

    Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

    Occupation: N/A, part of the Volkihar court

    Birth Sign: The Lord

    Currently Resides: Volkihar Castle

    Hometown: A long burned down and forgotten town in Falkreath Hold, Skyrim.

    Age: Unknown, almost 200 years old

    Race: Nord. (Imperial by father, Nord by mother)

    Gender: Male

    Factions: Volkihar Clan

    Worships: None. He is not the religious type.

    Appearance:
    Height- 5'10"
    Weight- 160LBS
    Eyes- Orange. Before Vampirism: Green
    Hair- Ebony, long and pulled back into a pony tail. Petit Goatee
    Scars- Long scar running from his left cheekbone to his jaw.
    Facial Markings- None.

    Armour- Volkihar Royal armor, Vampire boots, Ruby Circlet
    Description-Stone faced, emotionless mask. Medium build, but not bulky like a Nord. Athletic. High and slightly pronounced cheekbones with high jawline. Sharp chin and very pale.

    Severus has a stern looking face and has a swift gait. Even toned and having a clipped voice, he commands much of the court. To an outsider, one might say he was the mini version of Harkon. He is broad shouldered and very rarely lets his hair run free, preferring to tie it up and keep it out of the way. He has a slight muscular build. He has boney hands and feet and wears a scowl upon his face. Soren wears armor similar to Harkon's. The Royal Vampire armor. He also wears a Ruby circlet.


    Personality:
    Laterality- Right handed
    Sexuality- Heterosexual
    Marital Status- Single
    Description: Severus, now known as Soren, is very sarcastic and slightly rude. He has low tolerance for stupidity and will even put down someone for a simple mistake. However, over the years he has become less arrogant and less savage. Due to recent events within Clan Volkihar and a push to complete a certain prophecy, he has become very closed off to other members of the clan except for his 'adopting father', Harkon. Despite being a vampire and due to their parent of their race making them very 'evil', he does not condone torture. In fact, when he is forced to do it he forces himself deep into his mind to escape the reality of the situation. He hates feeding from people, though none from his clan can understand why. Harkon believes this is still one of his holdovers from being mortal. Severus is also very secretive and a bit rebellious.


    Fighting Style:
    Weapons- Uses a Steel Longsword enchanted with life drain
    Combat Style: Severus knows a few lightning and ice spells, as well as the vampire drain spell, but mostly fights in melee combat. Harkon taught him how to fight with a longsword and has become quite the swordsmen. Severus will launched spells before coming into melee range. If it's a single opponent, he will use both vampiric drain in his left hand and fight with his sword in his right. He will flee if the battle is lost. He knows how to cast invisibility like most vampires and is light of foot. Making him difficult to track.


    Biography:

    Not much is known about Severus' past. He was born between the end of the Oblivion Crisis and 4E 100. His village south west of Falkreath was burned down by a fanatical vampire hunter. Rumor had spread that Severus' mother was a vampire and was unknown until that day. Severus had just turned 16.

    After sparing the hunter and cleaning up the village while burying the dead, Severus left south. Returning to Skyrim after a few years time the same hunter tracked him down and ambushed him. He was saved by a roaming vampire who was part of the infamous Clan Volkihar and taken to the Castle. At age of about 25, Harkon personally took in Severus and fed on his hatred of mortal kind for killing his family and friends. Adopting him, and teaching him ways that would help him embrace his new life, Severus became cruel and unforgiving. He changed his name and became Soren after his childhood nickname. He often hunted alone and terrorized villagers long into the night for years, nightmares of the attack plaguing him and anger would often manifest after such dreams. For fear is often the parent of cruelty as the saying goes. However, over the years he has calmed upon realizing nothing could bring his family back, and that he was no better than the fanatic that killed them all. He was in fact nothing short of a monster. He soon took up philosophy and studied different cultures from Tamriel to learn about them due to hating ignorance above all else. Harkon frowned upon his new 'son's' neutral standing. Often shocked at his display of defiance in some orders. However, once 'Soren' takes up an order he follows it through to the very end. Never taking failure as an excuse and becoming as ruthless as Harkon when his agents or 'lackeys' fail to deliver. He is always one step ahead of the other members of the court who are also seeking Harkon's thrown. This makes him high in favor of Harkon. No matter how disobedient he is at times.

    He has also been tirelessly searching for an answer for is existence. For it should be impossible. His mother was a vampire and his father a regular mortal when he was born. By all accounts, he is a mistake. According to his mother's journal he found, it is true. For that was why the hunter attacked. Harkon was interested in this search but after a while became disinterested and focused on the prophecy at hand.

    Recently however, there has been word of a treasure in the mountains near Morthal. With the Dragonborn throwing a grand celebration for the fall of Alduin, Harkon can now exact his plans of world domination and the ending of the Sun's Tyranny. Harkon's daughter and wife, Serana and Valerica respectively, have been missing for thousands of years. Should they be found, it would mean the end of the world as everyone knows it. Soren will have to choose between obedience and a family that took him in. Or save the very planet they live on as well as the whole race of vampires.
     
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    Dabiene Caristiana

    Your friendly neighborhood weirdo
    I'll update it tomorrow. I have a very nasty headache and stomach ate (might have ate something that didn't agree with me) I'll finish it up tomorrow. :)
     

    Dabiene Caristiana

    Your friendly neighborhood weirdo
    Nevermind. I'll have just the one. Because according to the timeline, this is 25 years after the events of skyrim. My other character would be in his 50's. And be in the Dawnguard for almost 30 years.

    I'll stick with one CC then.
     

    Mighty Pecan Pie

    The secret American
    Hmm, Arena RP? Would we be fighting eachother?
     

    Sid

    The fairly crap Pokémon trainer....
    Here is my CC entry for the thread.

    Character Name: Arthonnen Gilandil
    Class: Noble/Lord
    Alignment: Neutral, he does as he wants most of the time (which isn't always good, but is also not always bad)
    Occupation: Unemployed (He can afford not to have one), does the occasional job for the Morag Tong
    Birth Sign: The Lord
    Currently Resides: In a newly built manor house just off the coast of Solstheim
    Hometown: Almalexia, Morrowind
    Age: 30
    Race: Dunmer
    Gender: Male
    Factions: The Temple (and what is left of House Indoril), Morag Tong, the Ordinators
    Worships: Nerevar


    Appearance:
    Height: 6'2
    Weight: 168 lbs
    Eyes: Red (As is normal for a Dunmer)
    Skin Tone: His skin is lighter than most Dark Elves, though still grey (it is reminiscent of a faded white).
    Hair: His hair is long and well kept. Much of it is pulled back to keep it out of his face, and it goes on and down to shoulder height at the neck. Often the two exterior most strands are braided, with more hair keeping it back, meeting at the back in a small ponytail. It is a dark brown colour, and despite his youth, has strands of grey in it.
    Facial Hair: He is clean shaven.
    War Paint: He has no war paint.
    Facial Features: His red eyes sit above high cheekbones, a normal distance apart. His nose is quite thin, bridge and nostrils. And his mouth is thin lipped and small. His ears, like most elves are pointed, and he tucks his hair over his ears to keep it in place. His jaw is also high, with it ending in a fairly pointed chin.
    Other Physical Appearance: He is well built, though lean. He has a fine posture, as one would expect someone who is rich to have, and walks gracefully and somewhat fluidly. His fingers are long and slender, ending in perfectly shaped nails.
    Clothes: He mostly wears a variation of the "Embroidered Garments" found in game. However there are some slight adjustments, the blue is a far deeper and richer navy, and the accenting is a golden colour. He also wears cuffed boots, and tends to wear a light cloak, again in navy, with golden trim and fastenings. In the winter/when it is colder, he wears a heavier, warmer cloak, that is fur lined. Around his neck he wears a golden chain, with the sigil of House Indoril on it, and has a signet ring of the same design on his right hand.
    Armour: When armour is required, though he may dislike it, Arthonnen wears all of an Ordinator's armour (refer to image), exactly like the armour shown. It is well polished and appears to be unscratched. The armour, though not made of gold, shines like it, and underneath an ebony mail can just be seen. It is surprisingly lightweight, and fulfills all of the needs duelling requires.

    Personality:
    Laterality: Bilateral
    Sexuality: Heterosexual
    Marital Status: Single
    Likes: Wine, Captain of his Guard/Sellswords Galtus (in a bro kinda way), Travelling
    Dislikes: Thieves, Not Getting his own Way
    Description: Arthonnen Gilandil is a wealthy lord, and he flaunts this. His wealth has made him arrogant, and he does what he wants, when he wants. Though seemingly disgusted by the poor, he is willing to pay them to work as eyes and ears for him (for this he tends to use other valuables as opposed to gold). To his equals (economically, physically, mentally) he is honourable, and respects them for that. He also expects to get his own way on his travels no matter where he is.

    Fighting Style:
    Weapons: He weilds an ornate rapier and main gauche as his primary weapons. The rapier has a fourty-five inch long blade that gets to two inches at its widest. Up to a third of the way of the blade there are engravings, each one signifying a duel/fight Arthonnen has won with the rapier. The main gauche (a parrying dagger) is quite a bit thicker than the rapier, and is 16 inches in length. For hilt designs see image. He also can be seen using a golden polearm (refer to ordinator armour image for design) or rarely even his own fists, both of which he is trained in using well due to his ordinator training.
    Style: Arthonnen's preferred style of fighting is through duelling, be it one on one, one on two or other. And so, he uses an elegant and fluid fighting style which consists of dodging, countering and quickly thrusting at his opponent. However should a situation arise in which he cannot use his rapier, he uses the polearm to keep enemies at bay whilst agiley dodging and countering their blows. He has never fought in a full-flegded battle, and so tends to avoid such moshpits. He rarely uses his fists in combat, but can thanks to his ordinator training.

    History:
    Arthonnen Gilandil was born to Galos and Alenus Gilandil during the year 4E196 in the city of Almalexia, Morrowind. A rich and powerful family, his first five years were carefree living in the city. However when he was six, his mother died. This led to him and his father moving to Necrom, yet another city that used to be in the Indoril District of Morrowind. Despite being confused and lost, Arthonnen lived happily in Necrom for the next few years. He had no problems money couldn't solve, and he made a point of it to the other children.

    On his eleventh birthday, he was taken on a trip to Almalexia. One he didn't return from for another seven years. His father had organised everything perfectly. He was to go on a trip to Almalexia, so he could visit his mother's final resting place. And then, someone would attack him, but allow him to get away. Lost and scared, Arthonnen would run to the person he knew best in Almalexia; Galen Ienith. He was of course allowed in, and was asked the customary questions "Are you okay? What happened? Did they get away?" Now it was at this point when Arthonnen, a weak and defenceless child stated, "I wish I could defend myself..."

    Now, Galen, was a member of the New Temple, which was combined with the remains of House Indoril. He offered a simple solution, come and train with the Ordinators. Yes, he was young. Yes, many joined the Ordinators when they started growing the first hairs on the cheek, something Arthonnen did not start doing for another three years. But a young mind, and an eager one, was easy to teach and mold. Arthonnen naturally accepted. All of the arrangements were made, his father was notified that his plan had gone according to plan, and Arthonnen started training.

    The next seven years were a blur. He learnt so much. He started with basic training, and was treated no differently from other trainees. So he trained and trained. When he struggled to lift the polearm and broadsword of an adult, something else was needed. And so, a lightweight weapon was created that fit him. A short rapier. No more than twenty inches in length. So he trained with this day in, day out. At the age of sixteen he had outgrown his short rapier, and so forged for him was a long rapier, forty-five inches in length. Even though he did standard training with polearms and such weapons, for he could now carry them, he continued practising with his rapier, and shortly a main gauche, as he found he preferred the more fluid and elegant style.

    He left at the age of eighteen, trained and taught in more ways than he ever thought he would be. He was officially inducted into the Ordinators, and the temple, and was given a lightweight set of Ordinator armour. As he rode home to Necrom for the first time in seven years, he looked upon the poor and shuddered. "How could people live like that?" He asked himself, whilst he also thought simply "Scum." He arrived at his father's house, only to find it empty. So he waited inside, helping himself to some vintage Surlie Brothers wine.

    *Father's name* walked in on a total stranger. An Ordinator's helmet was on the dining room table, and a fairly attractive youth sat at the table in the rest of the Ordinator's armour. "Father" he said, "I have returned home." They embraced, and Arthonnen spent the evening recounting to his father the events of his training completely unaware that his father was dying before his eyes.

    He was dying from an infected wound, that had been caused by a rusted iron shiv tearing his skin as some con tried to steal his money. Arthonnen watched his father just fall forward in the morning, after he had woken up from an unplanned sleep. He was now an orphan. One who could tell, from the wound, that no rich person would kill him. So, donning his helmet, he ventured into the poor market district of Necrom, searching for the con. When at last he found him, after weeks of searching, and demanding, he impaled him on the rapier. No hesitation. Just cleanly slid the blade between his ribs, and left him to slowly die.

    And so he left home, to journey far and wide for no reason other than feeling of being out of place in his father's house with no father. So he travelled for a long while, for an exact amount even he doesn't know. But sometime during his travels, he came across a master smith, who forged for him a rapier and main gauche of some strong, steel-like metal. It is this rapier that he carries with him to present. A few weeks later he was in a duel, and a lead member of the Morag Tong witnessed his skill. And so, in the middle of the night the Morag Tong member met with Arthonnen. This meeting, didn't happen on the best of terms, as it started with a kidnapping. But it ended well, with Arthonnen accepting the job and being set free.

    After that job, he was paid in gems. And decided, that he needed to remember each kill. So, with the payment, he had an engraving put on the blade. Six months towards the end of his travels, he found himself on the island of Solstheim. After travelling the ashen wasteland, he found a small island to the west. He purchase this plot of land from the slightly hostile Redoran residents of Raven Rock. He then travelled to Cyrodiil, to contract an architect and builders to design and build Arthonnen a manor house reminiscent of the houses of Cheydinhal.

    The building took a year to build the house. Over this year, Arthonnen travelled, on a ship he bought. He bought furniture to furnish his house as well as amassing a large amount of sellswords to work as guards for him. The first sellsword he hired was a stout Imperial simply went by the name of Galtus, was made head of the guard, due to his skill and prowess. They hit off instantly, sharing many a late night drinking wine and talking. Upon completion of his house, he returned, and lived there, only leaving to travel and explore, or to do jobs for the Morag Tong.

    Twenty-five years after the death of Alduin, Arthonnen heard of the tournament set up by the Dragonborn. Though not entering himself, Galtus wanted to participate in the competition. So, they travelled to Skyrim to partake in the competition. Arthonnen himself on a mission. One of the entrants, an Orc, was his target.

    k. thx. bye. <3
     

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    Sid

    The fairly crap Pokémon trainer....
    Yep, hit the nail on the head
     

    Specter of Death

    Omnipresent Moderator
    Staff member
    Ok. So after some research and some taking it around to many different repair shops and hobby shops yesterday, I have determined, that my laptop is just a piece of crap. Or rather the techs who fixed it at Toshiba when I sent it in, did something wrong when loading my Windows 8 software or something like that. All I know is that in a couple more days, my laptop will be reformatted, and then I can load my backed up files and call it a day. THEN, I can finally finish my CC and present it to you. Thank you for being patient with me, apparently I have poor laptop choosing skills XD.
     

    Dabiene Caristiana

    Your friendly neighborhood weirdo
    I would just make a custom one. And I don't trust Toshiba. Too much of a bad rep lol

    And awesome Phan :) Any questions you have for me or..? And I can assume who this 'Delph' is... She would be what, pretty old right now wouldn't she? Would probably bust a hip in the Arena :p:D (no anti-elderly)
     

    Kimrisvik

    King of Scandinavia
    Just using an older CC for the character I want to use in this RP. The story need's to be reworked, something I'll do when I can. Just wanted to show who I wanted to use :)

    Fenrir
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    (picture is not mine, I'm just using it for this cc)
    » NAME Fernir
    » ALIAS The dark Wolf
    » AGE 23
    » BIRTH DATE Unknown
    » BIRTH PLACE Whiterun
    » ORIGIN Nord
    » CLASS Warrior
    » GENDER Male
    » HEIGHT 6'4
    » WEIGHT 145 lbs
    » LATERALITY Right handed
    » SEXUALITY Bisexual
    » MARTIAL STATUS Single
    » AFFILIATION None.

    APPEARANCE
    » HAIR Brown hair wich is cut short at the sides and kept longer on the top. He also has a beard
    » EYE COLOR Brown/Hazel
    » SKIN COLOR Light tan filled with tattoos.
    » BUILD Muscular
    » ATTIRE Fenrir wears very little armor at most times. He wars leatherboots and thick fabric pants. He is often seen shirtless, but may at times put on a light brown tunic. His weapons of choice is dual wielded axes.

    PERSONALITY
    » POSITIVE TRAITS He is very caring towards the ones he loves. He is a very skilled warrior.
    » NEGATIVE TRAITS He has a shady past that can influence him.
    » LIKES Drinking, gambling, fighting, men and women
    » DISLIKES Being bossed around, losing in combat
    » GOALS Becoming something bigger than himself.
    » FEARS Being left alone



    COMBAT DIAGNOSTIC

    » SKILLS
    Master

    One handed – Fenrir chose to use twin axes. Being able to quickly attack his enemies from multiple directions with different combos.

    Block – Blocking enemies attacks with his axes is an important factor for his combat style.
    Expert
    Light armour – Fenrir wears light armour to be more agile, and because he doesn’t like to wear heavy armor.
    Adept
    Speechcraft - He has a talent of interogating and bribeing people.

    HISTORY

    Born in the poor districts of Whiterun, Fenrir’s life has always been a struggle. His parents died when he was just 12, and from that day he had to survive on his own. After a few years where he mostly lived on the remains of his neighbor’s food, he met an older man named Bjorn, who felt sorry for the boy and took him in has his son and thought him the arts of combat.

    With years of practice, Fenrir and his foster-brother Garren had grown into decent warriors. Together with Bjorn they roamed around Skyrim looking for people to help and places to explore. However, one day, Fenrir and Garren had an argument, and with Fenrir’s short temper it quickly evolved into a brawl. Bjorn managed to stop the fight, but Fenrir, still furious, told them he would be better off without them and ran away.


    That decision still haunts him.
     

    Specter of Death

    Omnipresent Moderator
    Staff member
    I would just make a custom one. And I don't trust Toshiba. Too much of a bad rep lol

    And awesome Phan :) Any questions you have for me or..? And I can assume who this 'Delph' is... She would be what, pretty old right now wouldn't she? Would probably bust a hip in the Arena :p:D (no anti-elderly)

    That's my plan. However, I am a student running on little to no money at the momment. Not until I graduate at least, which is when I plan on building it officially, because I need a powerhouse to do the work that I want to do.
     

    Dabiene Caristiana

    Your friendly neighborhood weirdo
    Gotcha. I read a decent custom PC that can run most things costs about $600-800. A powerhouse however would be $900-1200+ Lots of Moneh. I can feel the pain on that... All I have is the money I've saved up from allowance given to me from High School. Good luck though :)
     

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