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    Accalia

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    Post your Oc And give a brief description of the character.
    Name-
    Sex-
    Age-
    Apperence
    Curse (vampire or werewolf?)
    Skills-
    Clan/Pack-
    Short Bio.
    Edit- This is a roleplay about the BloodMoon soon to come and bring war to vampires and werewolves, the humans as they prey and gods do nothing to stop it. Lol didn’t think about the story line.. sorry
     
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    Mirro9@

    Mirro9@
    Name- Davos Indoril

    Sex- Male

    Age- 21

    Race-Dunmer

    Apperence- Thin angular face. Short and thin. Dark Blue skin tone and soft red almost salmon colored hair. Ruby red eyes. The sides of his head are shaved with the middle strip combed to the side. He has a large moustache which he keeps curled upwards at the ends

    Curse (vampire or werewolf?) Daedric pact, Skooma, his own arrogance

    Skills-Necromancy and conjuration

    Clan/Pack- Great House Indoril, affiliated with prominent vampire clans in Morrowind

    Equipment- Navy blue robes with a bonemold breastplate over top. Ceremonial obsidian dagger from the Red Mountain(functions as glass dagger). Pale Thorn a staff gifted to him by his daedric patron, instead of an elemental attack this shoots shards of oblivion glass which shatter outward on impact causing bleed damage.

    Short Bio-Indoril is one of the Great houses of Morrowind. Known for adhering to Dunmer traditions and pride above all others. Davos was the youngest son of his generation and because of it he very much craved attention. However as he grew he was too small and frail to be a warrior. Nor did he possess the nimble moves of silvered tongue of assassins and diplomats. The one place he showed promise was in magic and even then he was only just above average.

    However while he was still young he ran through his family's manor, hiding from his nanny on whom he had just played another rather nasty prank, he found himself hiding deep in the family crypt. While walking the maze like passages in near total dark that was when he met someone he did not expect, the ghost of his long dead great great grandfather. Rather than fear Davos was filled curiosity and it was hours before he was found. But when he emerged his young eyes were ablaze with excitement for he had found his passion and his place in his family, in the dreaded art of necromancy.

    His previously unbridled energy now turned towards hours of study and research into the sinister science. And talent and dedication gave way to unnatural progress. He had made pacts with daedra and made corpses dance like puppets to an unheard song. In an attempt to gain even more power he pledged his soul to Molag Bal but severed his soul and locked a portion of it away into a grand soul gem in an attempt to fool the Daedric Prince.

    Now what seemed clever at the time fills Davos' heart with uncertainty of what is to happen to him when he does die. He searches for the secret to immortality fueled with the mania of desperation and Skooma. He has combed through forbidden tomes to no avail and has realized that if there is an answer it is out in the world. He has traveled Morrowind and has spoken to vampire clans and studied them. And although he has not discarded vampiracy as a solution he believes immortality should open doors to him not shut them, and so it is a last resort in his eyes.

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    TheDreamersverse

    Brit Fahiil Vahdin
    Name: Murra Boninie
    Sex: Female
    Age: 21
    Appearance: A Breton with very short black hair and blue eyes, she is very thin and slender.
    Curse: Vampire
    Skills: Has some skill in archery but would rather stray from a fight. However she's in her element when she casts spells. Most of her magic is purely destruction, but she has some skill in restoration as well. A very good pickpocket and a 'sneak thief'. Can also do simple vampire magic such as Vampiric Drain and Vampire's Seduction.
    Clan/Pack: Formally apart of the Redwater Dkooma Operation, she would serve the 'patrons' while they did the skooma. She escaped once her master was killed by some Dawnguard members.
    Short Bio: After her parents went missing she ran into a nearby town where a small family took her in, in exchange for work to be done around the farm. 16 years later and she's married one of the families sons, who she believed loved her very much. Not a month after they were married, something about her husband changed and he started to abuse her, tell her very rude things and throw her to the ground like garbage. For a while she let it happen, the next day he would appear and apologize saying it wouldn't happen again. But it did, nearly once a week, before it was everyday, and she could no longer hide the bruises. She went to her husbands family and told them what had been happening, they didn't believe her. As she was walking home that night, crying and stumbling on the path, she heard a twig snap. Turning around there was a man behind her, he has his teeth around her neck before she could scream. She woke up the next morning, thinking it all a nightmare, not noticing how all her bruises and scars healed. Walking downstairs she sees her husband on the ground dead. Blood everywhere. She screams alerting the guard who immediately know what she now is, calling her a vampire they run her out of town. Where she finds a man waiting outside its limits. She goes to ask him for help, when he looks up and smiles pointed teeth showing. She screams and turns to run when he grabs her by the arm. "Not so soon Pet, I created you, your MINE." She works for him for around four years before someone from the Dawnguard shows up and starts killing all the Vampires. While her 'kin' die she slips out the back and runs despite the sun bothering her. No longer bound to the one who created her she's free to roam Skyrim at last, unafarid, and all alone.

    Phew that took a minute to create! My thumbs hurt! That literally all came from the top of my head but I already love my new OC
     

    Accalia

    Member
    Ur oc’s Make the cut. It’s ok. And that’s Oc is amazing. So let’s start.

    It was a cold and dark night, travelers walking on the street at the dead of night. And deer prancing around the open plains....
    A howl came, the travelers stopped..... and looked around more howls came they got their swords put ready for a fight.... but as quickly as they drew their swords... they were dead on the ground with a whole werewolf pack surrounding them. And a woman standing in the center with a large devilish smile on her face. She tilted her head to she sky and let her body form into a beast of the night. Her face quickly became a snout.... and her body soon grew fur all over it... and then a tail came finally she gave a long lasting howl, so that the travelers would know not to come near the den of werewolves
     

    Mirro9@

    Mirro9@
    Davos looks up from his campfire as a howl cuts through the night air. His body shivers against the biting cold. He smiles to himself.

    "Looks like the locals were right Job. The pack sounds close by."

    The form he's speaking to is sitting on the log across from Davos. The form is covered head to toe in thick robes so that almost none of it's stiched flesh is exposed. Beneath the robes is Job, Davos' flesh atronarch and constant companion. The left hand of the abomination ends in a wicked curved blade. The other hand is a massive ball with jagged spikes sticking out at every angle, the weapon is covered in runes and glows a sickly green.

    Davos opens up his journal and thumb through it by the fire light.

    "Hmm...if tales of lycanthropes regenerative abilities haven't been too inflated they may give me more insight if I can study a living subject. I can compare those notes with what I've found from vampiric subjects. While taking on yet another curse of the daedric princes may not aid me perhaps seeing how they behave may give me some clues."

    He looks across the fire at the flesh atronarch again and smiles. "-but I don't expect such cerebral talk or hypothesizing from you my friend. Just make yourself useful and stand guard while I get a little more...comfortable."

    The flesh atronarch stands up and appears to be scanning the area for danger. As he does Davos pulls out a small bottle of Skooma and sips at it, feeling his body flush with heat and his heart race faster a manic grin spreads across his face as he cracks open an ancient tome bound in an unrecognizable hide. The runes and writing within would be unrecognizable to most but Davos knows them for the dark language of the daedra. The grin seems locked in place as he reads through the book rapidly speaking the words aloud to himself.

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    Accalia

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    The werewolf pack retreated into their den where they all feed on their large stash of deer bear, and humans. A white wolf sat at the top of a large rock keeping look out for her pack, she smelled flesh... smiling she jumped down and ran to where the smell came from and once she got there, she saw a dummer reading a book. She crouched down in the underbrush and started creeping up on him, licking her red covered lips...
     

    2_4Flinching

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    C-C-C-C-COMBO BREAKER!!!!



    Name- Loki the Fallen



    Sex-The Fallen god has been placed in a male body.



    Age- Immortal soul, body at 150(ish)



    Appearance- Light blue, Dark Elf (Black Eyes) Wears the Jesters clothes and the Masque of Clavicus Vile.



    Curse -Cast from Asgard as punishment for his mischief once again, carries Cure Common Disease potions to prevent anything that might prolong his punishment(see below.)



    Skills- Illusion, Destruction(Fire) Daggers(LOVES WABBAJACK)



    Clan/Pack-Stormcloaks because insurrection/destroying the foundation his father laid for the Atmoran Forerunners is apart of what makes his existence tolerable. (Falls in love with Lydia, who denies him...A GOD?!?)



    Short Bio- Loki the Atmoran God of mischief, once again has been exiled from Nirn to live out the life of an enemy of Atmora as a Mer...by Odin his No-father...
    Caught crossing the border as a Thalmor spy, he gets taken to the block (possibly an escape from the imprisonment bestowed on him.) At the block his freedom is stolen by his ruthless brother Laufey who has taken the form of the Superior being that the dimisished Atmorans call Alduin...
     

    Accalia

    Member
    Before we start the roleplay here is My Oc
    Name- Accalia
    Sex- Female
    Age- Mid 20’s
    Apperence- Bright red hair, yellow eyes, slender face, fur armor full set, (Nord), large scar on chest and face.
    Curse- Lyacantherpe (Werewolf)
    Skills- Archery, One- Handed, alchemy, speech, light armor, sneak, and speech.
    Clan/Pack- Moonlight Werewolf Pack
    Short bio-
    Bitten at a young age accalia, was always alone. Once bitten her and her family moved to the middle of nowhere to keep her safe. When 12 she met a child named Kia, a boy who had her same curse. They eventually become friends and start a werewolf pack, after a few years Accalia set off on her own at the age of 16, living with her Pack. Once night her pack was attacked and she was the only one alive, while running and wiping the tears from her eyes, she collapsed by exhaustion... later she awoke in riften in a strange place where she met bryniolf and the other thieves. Later she creates her own pack the moon light pack, with fellow werewolves.
    And she lives in riften as well as Moonlight pass, with her pack and her husband and kids. (Kids- Sophia Moon-Light Blake Moon- Light)
     

    2_4Flinching

    New Member
    Faint wisps of Godhood swirled like a dull headache in the back of Loki's mind. He remembered nothing of who he had been before, but even the all-father couldn't keep away his heart-nature. It was with resplendent pleasure that he watched the fellow Dunmer, albeit apparently possessing a brilliant mind, seemingly unawares of an impending attack. The fallen one knew a spell from the school of Illusion wouldn't be able to conquer one as powerful as those before him, but his mastery over the flame allowed him to snuff out the fire to give more even odds to his "brother" Dunmer. Even the cast down Loki wasn't cruel enough to watch a slaughter of his own people...
     

    Accalia

    Member
    The chill of the night brung silence, and nothing but cold. The night was unsettling...... a howl cut through the still and cool night, then silence, and it came once again but this time two more howls came, then three and four... until howling was everywhere. Shadows cut through the under brush, more than 20 where running, each of then following a white humanoid wolf who seemed to be their leader. The white wolf stopped and howled and the others joined in the howl. The white wolf stopped and smelled the air smelling a human, talking to the other humanoid wolves saying to go away and run back to the den. Running to the smell of the human the white wolf turned into a woman mid 20's, with red hair, and yellow eyes. Creeping up on the unknown human she touched his shoulder.
    "Hello..?"
    (That’s Loki)
     
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    Mirro9@

    Mirro9@
    Davos is entranced in the book reading quickly and with a half mad fever. When the light he's reading from goes out he swears loudly.

    "Job, if you've stumbled into the fire pit again I'll peel your skin off you useless enwah!"

    He quickly conjures up a bright mote of light above his head and is immediately greeted by over a dozen glowing eyes staring back at him in the night, and what appears to be two people at the lights edge staring over at him.

    "Oh, I hadn't expected company so soon...I have to say you caught me off guard." A manic twitchy grin spreads across his face but it's impossible for him to tell if it's his nerves or the Skooma.

    "I have something for you...right about here!" He pulls out a black ornamental glass dagger which reflects the light at odd angles and begins muttering to himself. His voice is small in sudden silence.

    "...prince to rule them all. One prince to find them. Molag Bal, bring them all..." His eyes snap up to the figures and he plunges the dagger into his wrist. "And in the darkness BIND THEM!"

    As the incantation finishes daedric spikes spring from the ground encasing himself, Job and spreading out like a ripple across the ground to bind the others.

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    2_4Flinching

    New Member
    Seeing the ripple of darkness fissure outwards, Loki had no choice but to quickly grab FireTalon, and, slitting a cut on his thin wrists, create a torrent of bloodflame magnified by his Ancestral Wrath, simultaneously slamming WABBAJACK into the ground, hoping for the best....

    Alas, last time he had so foolishly depended on the notorious Deity of Dementia he had...
     

    Accalia

    Member
    The werewolf pack stares at their prey, one pitch black wolf comes out of the underbrush and starts walking around Darvos.
    While Accalia Watches her pack from afar and looking at Loki, tilting her head slightly.
     

    2_4Flinching

    New Member
    Consuming a tree in it's wake and several smaller animals, the Jotunn Bloodflame drained the lifeforce of those caught in it's wake. Once energized however, the pallid yellow ball of fire surrounding the Un-Dunmer changed to a flame so hot the torrent lost all colour, and grew eeriely quiet. Before striking out to merely subvert the darkness rippling his way, for now. The Once-God castaway cackled as unbound Dremora fell from the sky in droves, amidst a cheese and wine downpour that would make Sanguine race to the scene.

    The God of Mischief(of course oblivious to his station), reveled in pandemonium even in his mortal form.
     

    Accalia

    Member
    Watching the elf run to the scene made Accalia chuckle, she found it funny that an elf would rush to a scene so chaotic, and so abnormal...
    Accalia crept away into the den with her fellow pack members guarding it.
    She layed down and looked up at the sky watching the stars twinkle above her head...
    Accalia’s fluttered And soon she was asleep, with some wolf pups cuddling her to keep her warm...
     

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