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    Hlíf 'Ulfr

    Nothing but a lyre
    Staff member
    Alright, for those of you who have not seen it, I have posted. I may have missed some things in editing but I assumed that you'd all like it posted sooner rather than later. Looking forward to seeing the responses.
     

    CapObvious

    A Rotten Scroungeral
    Hey guys! I took it upon myself to go ahead and finish the card, as it seemed mostly everyone was on board with the idea. I also colored a bit of it with the color I'd like for his character, if possible. Not able to recall which were taken already but. Here he is! Hope he turned out well.

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    _Sebastien Laurent_

    Edgar Velain


    50-Year-Old Breton

    31st of First Seed

    Stormhaven, Daggerfall

    The Lord Sign​



    PERSONAL DETAILS:

    Alias: To everyone, including those he calls both family and friend, he does not go by the name given at his birth. This name holds a weighty legacy of shame and dismay that he would sooner forget, though knows he may never be capable of doing so. As such, instead of being known as Edgar Velain, the man has taken it upon himself to leave the name behind, taking his new life under the guise of Sebastien Laurent.

    Sexuality: The Breton has always preferred the company of women, however his days of sweeping those lovely creatures off of their feet have been left behind. He had found what the young call true love, and then lost both her and it both. He knows there will never be another like her, so he has determined he must walk the remainder of his time alone.

    Marital status: Widower

    Occupation: The man, having long since left his former employ in the order with which he served back home, has remained unattached to any other cause or any other source of employ. As of now he simply takes on the guise of an adventurer, going where he feels lead, and doing what he feels must be done.

    Residence: The man has no permanent residence to speak of. Instead he prefers to meander throughout Skyrim, making his home wherever he is in that current moment. This lifestyle brings the old man peace, his need to be moving ever forward, both in body and in mind, satiated.


    Family: Those who he could actually call as such are long gone. His wife has been dead for many years. He has one surviving son, butt he refuses to reenter the boy's life. He had done too much, and been gone too long. There was no need for him to open old wounds.

    Affiliations: He has former affiliation with a few knightly orders within High Rock, as well as a small but useful presence in a handful of courts and contacts, butt those ties have long since been severed after his departure. As of late he has carried followed no one's whims other than his own, and has become quite fond of having his own say in the direction of his life. It is a hollow fondness, but one that brings some semblance of hope for a normal life.


    Political Views: The man has no desire to wade into the political scene himself, however he sees them as a necessary evil. He is content to flow with the change of law as is necessary, as long as his personal life remains unimpeded.

    Religion: He once was a man of faith in his time as a knight to his country, his lips oft invoking the names of the divines in humble prayers or just before racing headlong into war. However, his reverence for them has faded due to the trials and tribulations he has lived through, leaving him to trust his spear arm over any sort of deity, divine or no.

    Affliction/Disease/Ailments: None that are readily apparent to the typical outsider, or even those he is closest to. Whether or not he has become a master at concealing such issues is another matter entirely.



    PHYSIOLOGY:



    Despite his growing age he has committed to maintaining his robust physique. Though weathered it showcases hard earned muscles alongside the wear and tear from years of intense work and abuse marking every inch. He looks upon each mark with a sense of pride, each scar a story, each impression a tale of valor or survival. The knight, standing at a respectable 5'10, considers his body to be a tapestry, a tale in itself of a warrior who has lived life to its fullest, and yet still remains in impressive condition.

    This theme continues once one's attention is brought to his face, a visage offering a permanent grimace. A piercing verdant gaze lies set within his worn countenance, framed by lean features as well as a strong jaw earned through consistent training as well as those passed to him from his predecessors. The once cool brown locks and thick beard have since faded into a deep gray, providing a mixture of both a fine, upstanding gentleman as well as a rough, tried and true warrior. These attributes all bring together the profile of a man who has felt he has seen it all, who has weathered the storm that was life and was left forever changed, yet never broken.


    Voice: Low, Coarse, Monotone.



    Video of Sir Vilhelm for reference of his voice.




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    PERSONALITY:


    Were one to gauge the man upon his interactions with other people, they would view him as a fair man, understanding, though reserved. He has never been one to share his thoughts and opinions outwardly unless called upon or it feels necessary, so the view of him as such often goes unchallenged. There is a thoughtfulness to him, the feeling that no step is taken without measuring its consequences, no word spoken without an awareness of the weight it could carry. A desire to uphold to a certain internal code or ethic unbeknownst to those around him, one that he has crafted and tooled over time to meet his criteria. While one would perhaps view at as a former knight's honor, Edgar would not allow the lessons he has been taught and the countermeasures he has placed to labeled by something so simple.

    Yes, the deeper one delves into his psyche in fact, the more complex he seems to become showing signs of a man who has been taken apart and rebuilt several times throughout his life, taking whatever grievances the world has thrown at him to only raise his head higher, grow more resilient. Each experience another layer of thick skin that continues to wrap him ever so tightly, shield him from the failures of his past and prepare him for any that follow. However, this barrier has a fatal flaw, the one mistake he won't ever allow himself to forgive, or forget. This crack in his armor foreshadows the chasm left within him, a breach that lies empty, a hollow and haunting reminder of the deeds that have left him to work this world alone. It hungers and pulls at something to fulfill it, to help it ease or heal, alas he has forbidden it, refusing to allow himself the comfort his heart yearns for. A fitting penance for the loss of the one thing that meant the most.


    Positive Traits: Stoic, Vigilant, Dauntless, Gallant, Patient, Honest


    Negative Traits: Cold, Distant, Calculating, Blunt



    Likes: The thrill of battle, maintaining his equipment, quiet spaces, Reading, the tranquility that remains of former battlefields and ruins. Has a penchant for conversation, though only those he feels he can relate with on a certain level and he feels he can trust.




    Dislikes: Intentional ignorance, racism, recklessness, liars. The unnecessary shedding of blood, wasted resources.



    Alignment: Lawful Neutral





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    COMBAT STATS/ DETAILS:

    Preferring the thrill of close quarters combat to that of magic or shadow tactics, Edgar is a man who is always found in the foreground. Edgar prides himself in being the frontline to any battle, directing the flow of combat with his own two hands. To this end Edgar carries a great deal of martial training to the table, capable of wielding several styles of weaponry that fit within one hand. His most prized style however is one of the spear or lance, one that has served him for many years and has never faltered. In the other hand he carries a shield, though slightly worn he would never allow it to be seen as such both polished and fine tooled religiously to maintain his desire to remain at peak efficiency. He wades into battle with great fervor, allowing himself to become the priority of the onslaught while the others who are in his charge are able to focus on their own duties without as much distraction.

    Class: Knight | Tank


    Major Skills:

    Heavy Armor

    Block

    One Handed



    Other Note-worthy Skills:


    Two Handed

    Speech

    Smithing

    Lockpicking



    WEAPONS:

    As a fully-trained knight he had access to many styles of combat and weaponry that he took up in the name of the lords who commanded him and the people who depended upon him, as such, he prefers to carry his spear and shield into battle, preferring to engage in martial combat while keeping his foes at a distance, yet also is capable of using the entire length of the weapon to his favor, truly knowing every inch of that weapon better than the backs of his hands. It is of a similar hue of the armor he also dons, the rear ending in an unassuming spike while the top remains far more ornate, separated between by two separate spots where the hands are meant to grip. The spear head carries a more decorated appearance, sharing a similar look to the grips in that it carries the silver filigree that his armor bears. However, were one to get close enough to the embellished spear and ornamented round shield that accompanied it they could see many years of use have been put it into it, however it is through meticulous inspection and an almost religious maintenance that the signs of such would only be spotted by someone who understood the craft of another fellow smith. However, he knows that he cannot be tied to simply one weapon, as the nature of combat is unpredictable, and at any moment he could find himself disarmed. To that end, he also carries a sword fastened at the right of his hip, carrying the lion insignia that adorns the rest of the man's gear.

    /GEAR/:

    When in all his finery, it completes the look one would expect of an honorable knight of High Rock. Only the finest steel covers his form, each piece meticulously crafted and detailed by the very man who wears it. Themed in a deep blue and with traces of silver the armor is piece mail, placed over the protective covering of the under armor, the gambeson beneath sharing the same intense marine coloring. Bringing the look all together is an assortment of darkened leather straps and buckles fastening each piece to the stout breton's frame, making it feel despite its weight as if it were a second skin; giving him the feeling of being as sturdy as a mountain, without being over encumbered. However, the armor also carries small, various improvements added by him over time, the desire to keep his appearance aligned with the prim and proper expectations of his former order lost to time, while still keeping true to the man's desire to appear more than simply, capable. Over this, he often dons a thick, protective cloak, lined with the fur of a wolf around the collar, protecting him from the bite of the cold in this venture into this frigid land.

    Laterality: Right handed

    HISTORY: Once again, I ask to hold off on revealing his complete tale until I feel it appropriate, if possible.
     
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    CapObvious

    A Rotten Scroungeral
    Thanks Ellen! I'll be looking forward to see what you come up with!
     

    Specter of Death

    Omnipresent Moderator
    Staff member
    Any chance you’d be interested in adding another member to your merry little band of wonderful writers?

    I could go the route of a healer or something perhaps. :D
     

    TheDreamersverse

    Brit Fahiil Vahdin
    Ok I know I'm really late but my phone seems to be working again. So I'm going to post my character and if there's too many people or something I'll just use her somewhere else I guess.

    Name:Katlorta Shadow-Song
    Alias: Dark Shadow (formerly)
    Gender: Female
    Race:Nord
    Class: nightblade
    Profession: Assassin(formerly) Thief(currently)
    Sexuality: Straight
    Relationship Status: Married(formerly) Widow(currently)
    Family: Parents/Siblings unknown, Husband dead, daughter dead
    Possessions: a Elven sword and a glass bow. Wedding band on a chain around her neck
    Affiliations: Dark Brotherhood (formerly)
    Afflictions: PTSD
    Religion: Doesn't worship the gods. Late husband was a devout follower of Talos.
    Build: thin and small waisted, shorter than most Nords
    Face: A lone scar goes over the bridge of her nose, full lips and long dark eyelashes
    Eyes: A bright dazzling blue, but ice cold
    Skin Tone: Almost a sickly pale
    Hair Style: Tied back into a tight braid on her back
    Hair Color: black as the night sky during a thunderstorm
    Scars: beside the one on her face, she has many scars on each of her arms, mostly scratches. But the majority are on her back, too many to count
    Personality-
    Temper:Mostly keeps her cool, but on occasion decides her blade should do the talking
    Outlook: As sherries herself she has a bleak outlook, believes hope of false and should never let fate take over who you are
    Honor: as an ex assassin she has no qualms about killing of it means she can accomplish her goals
    Positive Traits: soft spot for children, fast on her feet, sharp wit, can swindle a beggar for his last coin
    Negative Traits: controls her emotions to the point she can barely feel, reserved, very slow trusting
    Likes: writing, although book aren't her something she has time to write, she loves poetry. Children are her #1 weakness
    Dislikes: everyone really, snobs, rich people, flirts
    Fears: being alone with her thoughts
    Phobias: Mnemophobia (fear of the past)
    Habits: often found sharpening her blade when lost in thought (has caused a few cuts on her fingers)
    Goals: to kill the ones responsible for her husband and daughters deaths.
    -Gear and Fighting Style-
    Head: a simple black hood with a bandana to cover the rest of her face
    Torso: simple black armor, handmade, has lots of pockets for 'knick knacks'
    Arms/Shoulders: with pads left on her shoulders, her arms are bare
    Waist: here you will find a small pouch that carries most of her belongings, mostly her coin pouch and food
    Legs/Feet: simple black leather trousers with sturdy black boots that help her move quietly
    Weapons: Elven sword and a glass bow. Steel arrows
    Fighting Abilities: amazing with her blade, can move quicker than some eyes can catch. With her husbands old bow she's less sure of herself but will hit her mark if she is focused enough
    History: to be revealed during the story...
    DUN DUM DUM!!!
    That took forever. Just tell me if it was good and if I'm still in and I'll join up with you guys
     

    Specter of Death

    Omnipresent Moderator
    Staff member
    (The art used in this CC are not 100% depictions of this character, but rather accurate ideas of what his visage is. Please keep this in mind while reading, and rely mainly on the descriptions in his CC and use the photos as reference points and imagery.)

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    Elrend Orrelia
    "Our wounds are often the openings into the best and most beautiful part of us"

    <:::::::::{|===[}~ Basic ~{]===|}:::::::::>

    NAME: Elrend Cornelis Orrelia

    ALIAS: Master Elrend

    AGE: 34

    BIRTH-DATE: 17th of Hearthfire, 4E 168

    BIRTH PLACE: Arenthia, Valenwood

    BIRTH SIGN: The Lady

    GENDER: Male

    RACE/ORIGIN: Imperial [75%] Breton [12.5%] Nord [12.5%]

    CLASS: Healer, Alchemist, Scholar

    PROFESSION: Traveling Magic and Alchemy Teacher

    LATERALITY: Right Handed

    SEXUALITY: Straight

    RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single, Widower

    FAMILY: He's an only child, and his parents have passed away; his wife passed away shortly after their marriage began

    POSSESSIONS/HEIRLOOMS: He wears his parent's wedding bands on a chain around his neck everywhere he goes, and his wife's ring hangs on it's own separate chain along with his own wedding band

    AFFILIATIONS: (Ex) Professor of Herbology, History and Alternative Magicka at the Mages College in Cyrodiil

    AFFLICTIONS: One might say he's a little anxious all the time

    RELIGION: Non-practicing; he recognizes the vast existence of other-worldly beings but prefers not to throw worship at things he does not know, trust, or can fully understand.

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    <:::::::::{|===[}~ Appearance ~{]===|}:::::::::>

    HEIGHT: 6'0"

    WEIGHT: 173 lbs.

    BUILD: Tall, Lean, Graceful

    FACE: Beckoning, Strong, Charming, Warm, Trusting

    EYES: Green-Hazel, depending on the light they are hit with Elrend's eyes can be seen as vibrant as a forest fern, or as dull as sod and fallen pine needles

    SKIN TONE: Pale White, Reminiscent of the Cold sight of Snow

    HAIR STYLE: Shoulder length and Wavy, most often worn tied up into a tail but sometimes worn down in times of interpersonal closeness or comfort

    FACIAL HAIR: Almost never any, however sometimes there'll be a day or two he misses a shave and his jaw begins to look like it's seasoned with ashes

    HAIR COLOR: Ebony Brown, borderline Black

    SCARS: None noticeable enough to note

    TATTOOS: None

    PIERCINGS: He has 3 on his body in places not seen by most, but when seen by the few who are given the opportunity it is said that they do wonders for his look along with other important personal and intimate things

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    "He seems quite nice, and charming too. Yet, there is something...off about him--you can see it in his eyes."

    <:::::::::{|===[}~ Personality ~{]===|}:::::::::>

    TEMPER: Good, he seldom loses his anger and has exceptional control of his emotions

    OUTLOOK: Though privately his natural inclination is to lean the opposite he tends to remain bright and optimistic with those he encounters. Preferring to brighten someones day and gift them words of light and warmth, he often goes out of his way to be positive for others.

    HONOR: The amount of respect and understanding he carries for others is exceptional. He maintains a firm belief that all are worthy of a chance of that support, and maintains it strictly.

    ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral

    POSITIVE TRAITS: Extremely Intelligent, Highly Educated, Friendly, Compassionate, Open-minded, Gentle, Proper, Charming, Approachable, Understanding, Experienced, Traveled, Trustworthy, Wise, Stoic

    NEGATIVE TRAITS: Hyper Critical, Impulsive, Quick to Trust Others, Sometimes Blind to others' Negativity, Blindly Optimistic around others

    LIKES: Anything that reminds him of Nirn--rocks, trees, plants alike, Rain, Thunderstorms, Sunshine, Full Moons, Hiking, History, Basking in the intelligence of others, Learning, Creating Art or Literature, Reading, Teaching, Helping Others, Healing, Conversation, Diplomacy

    DISLIKES: Unnatural Corruption, Supernatural Evil, Prejudice, Racism, Sexism, Needless Violence, Cowardice, Disloyalty, Dishonesty

    FEARS: Emotionally Growing Close to Another, Unconditional Companionship, Being Alone in Life

    PHOBIAS:
    Spectrophobia

    HABITS/QUIRKS: If not occupied for long he inevitably gets lost in his own thoughts and mind

    ASPIRATIONS/GOALS: Redemption, Solace, Mercy

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    <:::::::::{|===[}~ Gear and Fighting Style ~{]===|}:::::::::>

    Like all the photos used as reference for this character, Elrend prefers to dress proper and presentable. Tight, Elegant, Pressed, and pleated.

    EVERYDAY CARRY: A small leather journal, a travel knife, a water-skin, and his "Professor's Tome" are all tucked into a small cloth satchel he wears.

    WEAPONS: He carries nothing weapon-like on him outside of a single, small bladed knife. It's design is unique, and he has come to cherish it so. [Here's a Look at That]

    MAGICKA: Illusion, but all his own. He uses no other magic besides this school, and he uses it unlike most. It is what he taught his students as a professor when it came to his magic courses, an alternative form of it's traditional existence. Hypnosis and distracting tricks are the best of his craft.

    FIGHTING ABILITIES: Virtually none. He could probably distract a foe or two for a few seconds but that's about it. Other than that he's flailing about with a two-inch bladed knife.

    FIGHTING STYLE: He stays far, far, far out of the way.

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    <:::::::::{|===[}~ History ~{]===|}:::::::::>

    TO BE COMPLETED VERY SOON.

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    <:::::::::{|===[}~ Voice and Score ~{]===|}:::::::::>

    VOICE: Charming, Enticing, Warm, Exotic, Entrancing

    VOICE REFERENCE: Tom Hiddleston - Crimson Peak [Example]

    PERSONAL SCORE THEME: "For You" composed by Lucas King

     

    Specter of Death

    Omnipresent Moderator
    Staff member
    I just went ahead and posted my CC. The dialogue color I'll be using is this if you do allow me to join the group. :D
     

    Mirro9@

    Mirro9@
    Specter and dreamer, you are both in. at this point we won't be taking anymore characters and we will see if the roleplay can maintain activity and interest with a larger cast

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    Hlíf 'Ulfr

    Nothing but a lyre
    Staff member
    I thought it would be better to just send Specter Célestes verbal reaction to Mirros character approaching her rather than writing a few paragraphs or having to move backwards in my post. The new Céleste dialogue that you see in his post was written by me as a reaction to "knife" approaching her with his hand on his sword. Likely her thrall would also move to a defensive position and her horse would have been brought back a few steps. Though likely not noticeable, she would have also readied a fear spell.

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