18+ ~The Broken Silence~ OOC

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    A.Auditore

    maybe...
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    Please forgive the rambling that is going to follow, it has been some time for me of doing a group rp... like I think nearly 4 years :eek: . So without much thought going to say I'm not going to hound for posts like I have done in the past to make the story continue aside that people do have lives, I have other projects that tend to pull me away from time to time so if you're going to write and be down, I ask that you leave your posts open that way if someone wants to continue on they can do so and if need be to move it along we (myself) can move the character with the story (if that makes sense? Idk like I said I'm rusty and have been doing one on one rps for a long time now).

    So the plot... story the info, some of it's from old ideas, but... I dunno -shrugs- Gonna go with it


    The Silence has been Broken.
    The Night Mother has spoken, she has called upon her children who thirst for blood, vengeance, retribution or those simply who want to bring chaos into the mortal plane.
    She has called to all her children from every status from High Nobles to Former Assassins.
    Question is...
    Do you answer her call?

    Questions?
    When Where does this take place?
    When--- between the time of the Oblivion Criss and the Dragonborn... so a lot has been destroyed, most guilds are nothing but a few in number.. no real leaders...
    Where-- Uh... uh... Cyrodiil and Skyrim... and if I'm feeling adventurous maybe other locations BUT for now those two places.

    Standard Rules Apply... try your best to keep in communication if need I'll hand ya my discord and we can converse that way -shrugs-
    And always have fun!

    Character Cards.... I've become so damn lazy with them it's scary (I've looked back on my old ones and was like >_> who is this person?) But I'm not gonna ask for much on them.
    Code:
    Pic of character
    Name:
    Age:
    Sex/Race:
    Weapons:
    Previous Occupation: (member of an old guild?)
    Armor/Clothing:
    Brief Background:

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    Name: Eve
    Age: 30's
    Sex/Race: Female- Bosmer/Nord
    Weapons: Bow & Arrow, dagger
    Previous Occupation: (member of an old guild?) Former Assassin
    Armor/Clothing: Pictured Cept no heels, flat boots and no staff

    Brief Background: (coming soon have to ponder on it a bit)
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    TheArgonianDrell

    Well-Known Member
    Interesting. Might get a character up tomorrow or Sunday.
     

    Alty

    Caw Caw
    Spot reserved! What is the likelihood that a character can be a part of the plot without answering the Night Mother?
     

    A.Auditore

    maybe...
    Spot reserved! What is the likelihood that a character can be a part of the plot without answering the Night Mother?
    As in they stumble in on the sanctuary and just join the brotherhood? ( am I reading that correctly? )
     

    Alty

    Caw Caw
    Spot reserved! What is the likelihood that a character can be a part of the plot without answering the Night Mother?
    As in they stumble in on the sanctuary and just join the brotherhood? ( am I reading that correctly? )

    If that's my only option, it's fine. My character is not a fan of any of the guilds, and might actually be a rival to the Brotherhood.
     

    A.Auditore

    maybe...
    Well I mean the sole purpose is joining and being apart of the Dark Brotherhood, what's left of it which isn't much at the moment, if I'm making sense which I wouldn't be surprised if I wasn't
     

    Alty

    Caw Caw
    Well I mean the sole purpose is joining and being apart of the Dark Brotherhood, what's left of it which isn't much at the moment, if I'm making sense which I wouldn't be surprised if I wasn't

    I can work with that. Thanks for clarifying.
     

    A.Auditore

    maybe...
    ^_^
     

    TheArgonianDrell

    Well-Known Member
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    Name: Talz-Ket

    Age: 28

    Race: Argonian

    Sex: Male

    Weapons: A steel greatsword (ignore the picture), a pair of steel daggers. He can fight with hand and feet if the need arises.

    Previous Occupation: (member of an old guild?) Former fighters guild member.

    Armor/Clothing: Pictured.

    Brief Background: Talz-Ket joned the fighters guild at a young age, and quickly proved to be one of their more skilled members. Not just at fighting, but at stealth as well. Being a fighter, he was often mocked for his light step and quiet mannerisms. However, any that thought to best him, whether with blades or fists, learned a painful lesson. Both his skill and his youth made others in the guild envious, and they soon plotted to remove him from the ranks. Permanently.

    It was during a simple job; clearing out a bandit camp, that his comrades executed their plan. After a brief skirmish, the bandits were slain and Talz, along with his companions, were heading back to Bravil, where their chapter house was, when one of his brothers in arms ran him through from behind. They dumped the young argonian in a ravine, and left him for dead, bringing back the bandit leaders head as proof of a job well done, and a tale of how the brash and foolish Talz-Ket had rushed in and gotten cut down for his trouble.

    Miraculously, Talz survived, crawling from the ravine and limping his way to a small village, where a healer managed to save his life. But any bonds of brotherhood had been severed with the betrayal. Once a loyal comrade, Talz sets out for vengeance and blood, eager to avenge himself on those who had let jealousy guide their hands.

    Text colour: Dark Blue.
     

    Alty

    Caw Caw
    Sorry for the abruptness, but I actually will not be able to join. Some personal matters have popped up and require that I leave some minor things (this site would be one of those things) behind. Forget I said anything, and have fun with this story!
     

    A.Auditore

    maybe...
    Sorry for the abruptness, but I actually will not be able to join. Some personal matters have popped up and require that I leave some minor things (this site would be one of those things) behind. Forget I said anything, and have fun with this story!
    Thanks for saying anything I wish you the best of luck whatever it is and hopefully to see you around sometime in the future
     

    The Seraph

    When the Dawn Breaks, I shall be there
    Would anyone mind if I tried to join?
     

    A.Auditore

    maybe...
    No but is welcomed
     

    The Seraph

    When the Dawn Breaks, I shall be there
    Name: Hralda Hernsdottir.

    Age: 51.

    Race: Nord.

    Sex: Female.

    Weapons: Poison and steel daggers.

    Armour/clothing: An ankle length, blue and green, cotton and felt dress.

    Appearance, only because I have no photo: 178 centimeters tall with waist length blonde hair that is often kept in either a braid or a knot. She is of plump stature, with a bell shaped body. She has an oval face with prominent smile lines and crows feet. She has hazel eyes. She often appears sullen.

    Brief background: Hralda was born in the forest of Falkreath, to a man and woman named Hern and Asa respectively. Asa died giving birth to Hralda and it was left to Hern to raise Hralda. He taught her his trade, that of alchemy. She spent her childhood wandering all Skyrim, Highrock and Morrowind with her father, learning how to mix potions and poisons. When she was 13, they settled in a small shack in the Rift. They were then raided by bandits. Hern distracted them for long enough for her to escape, at the cost of his life. They mounted his head on a spike outside their shack. She ran to the city and found that there was a bounty on the leader of the bandits that killed her father. She took it and crept into the fort where they were camped out at. There she brewed a potent poison and slipped it into the food. After all the bandits finished writhing in the floor, she went up to the deceased leader, cut his head off with a dagger and mounted it on a pike. She delivered it to the Jarl, for payment. After receiving the ample reward, she went back to her ruined shack and gave her father a proper buriel. The bounty did not last long though and she then became in danger of losing her shack. She turned towards bounties again and when those dried up, poachers for the reward. When that further dried up, she then became little more then a common killer. As she grew in age and beauty, she became renowned as a wondrous alchemist, with people coming from across Tamriel to buy from her. She could finally leave her a life that troubled her greatly and kept her awake at night. After countless nights with frisky young men at bars, she was left with five children, three of whom died in infancy. Her two children, Brunlief and Asalda, grew to be adventurers. One day, Hralda received a gruesome message from the son of the bandit leader she killed so very long ago, detailing the long, contrived and torturous death bed children had endured. She then set to work and made a poison that would leave a giant paralyzed. She then set off in search of the camp. When she reached the camp, she reenacted that old act. As the bandits crumpled to the floor, they whispered of atrocities they would commit against Hralda. She then took out a large jar of Dwarven oil that her precious children had found in their travels. The bandit's whispers then turned to hoarse begging as it dawned upon them what the woman dousing them in oil intended to do. With a drop of a torch, Hralda's children had been avenged. She remained behind and doused the inferno in more oil until even the ground was nothing but fine, dusty ash. Many years later, Hralda lives as an old hermit in the woods, kept awake at night by dreams of the lives she took and the people she lost.

    Dialog Color: This yellow

    Edit: Just changed the placeholder names of the children and added my dialog color.
     
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    A.Auditore

    maybe...
    @TheArgonianDrell & @The Seraph both wonderful!! If we get one more person in this week I'll go ahead and start the thread if not if you're ok with it the 3 of us will continue on -shrugs- and if more apply we will work them in
     

    A.Auditore

    maybe...
    Hello! was wondering if there was still room for more? btw is it okay if I have two characters? if ot that is alright ^^
    Yes still open and That's fine ^_^
     

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