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    Madrar

    The Shadow in the Dark.
    Ok, before we start, just the normal rules are in play (obviously) Create your character, and join the fun. Not too much of a plotline, besides the fact that this RP takes place after the Dawnguard expansion storyline.Please note, that when I say AFTER I mean as in long after, so no spoilers will be mentioned. It's fine if you talk about vampire hunters/vampires, since this is really what the Rp's about, but no direct mention of canon characters. Moderate profanity is allowed, just don't over do it.

    Name: Salthar
    Race:Altmer (High Elf),Vampire
    Gender:Male
    Class: SpellSword/Sorcerer

    Appearance: Tall, muscular and thin, gold-yellow eyes, typical elven features, (pointed ears, narrow face)As a sided effect of being a vampire, paler than other Altmer
    pitch black hair, with two scars under his left eye.

    Weapons: An Ebony sword with a life absorbing enchantment. An Elven dagger that causes frost damage and drains stamina.Spells, obviously.

    Armour: Generally wears black and gold Thalmor robes with red designs interwoven, but in combat wears ebony armour without the helmet, which is enchanted to resist both fire and magical attacks.

    Personality: Generally quiet and withdrawn, but can be friendly with those he deems trustworthy or another vampire. Cold and sarcastic to those that have offended him, and often making caustic remarks at their cost.For some reason, he has an overwhelming hatred of Nords, especially Stormcloaks.

    BackStory: Fought in the Imperial-Dominion war, died shortly after, came back as a vampire, and turned his brother. Moved to Skyrim, and started his own coven at the Bloodlet Throne.
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    Location: The Bannered Mare, Whiterun, Skyrim
    Time: Just before midnight
    Salthar sat in the corner of the room, his back the wall, hood up, a goblet of wine in his left hand. If any of the other patrons in the building found it odd that the hooded and robed figure hadn't eaten for the past two hours that he'd been there, they did not comment. His right hand rested beneath the table, close the Elven dagger on his belt. Of course, Salthar really had no need for the weapon. If he wished, he could kill every Nord in the place. Well, most of them anyways.​

    With his eyes he tracked a young Nord, dressed in the armour of the Dawnguard. He barely stopped himself from leaping to his feet and blasting the Nord to pieces. Instead, he sat back and decided to observe, waiting for any others that may turn out to be prey or hunter.
     

    Seanu Reaves

    The Shogun of Gaming
    (I want to join but are character's allowed to be weilding artifact weapons i.e. Blade or Woe, Wabbajack, etc.)
     
    Name: Naris
    Race: Dunmer
    Class: Alchemist/ Inventor
    Appearance: Average Height and bulid, has his hair tied back and has a short beard
    Weapons: A custom made bow, a special needle to inject poisons/ potions
    Backstory: Became a Vampire shirtly after the Oblivion crisis, so he laid low, and spent his time researching alchemy and inventing things, he was infected by the Cyrodilic clan of Vampires not the Volkihar of Skyrim
    Personality: Polite, observant, prefers to keep a low profile so people don't realize who he is


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    Seanu Reaves

    The Shogun of Gaming
    Name: Afuroc
    Race: Redguard
    Class: Battlemage (alteration spec)
    Appearence: Darker than other redguards in skin tone, about 6'1", Some scars across his face, lacks warpain or facial hair, Frizzy hair(think medium length afro)
    Weapons: Fights with an exsquisite Elven sword with paralyzing enchantment for duels.
    Armor: Wears generic peasants clothes, all his defense is from his own armor spells.
    Personality: Understands gold before questions for his work, quiet, vengeful, and cynical. Wants to find a challenge.
    Backstory: A Skyrim born redguard Afuroc learned to respect one thing: strength. His outlander status soon led Afuroc to associating with mostly non-nords, this helped Afuroc develop his talent with magic instead of squashing it. But soon his family had to move again. His father was a caravan guard so the road was more of a home that the city it seemed. By ten years old Afuroc was training with the other caravan guards it seemed he had a gift. Soon Afuroc grew restless his insistance to forgo armor led to other less skilled men being picked over him. And so Afuroc went to find some skill to set him apart even more. At 15 he sought out the greybeards. But it was not ment to last, after 5 years of determined training Afuroc only learned one shout. It proved to be enough, he could seeming slow down time. But he soon found regular bandits were already to outmatched. He traveled town to town challenging the top warriors, wondering where his next coin purse will come from. Always searching for something strong enought for him to need to use his Thu'um. The road became his temple, and swordsmanship his religion.
     

    Seanu Reaves

    The Shogun of Gaming
    Afuroc stepped into The Bannered Mare. He walked on the practiced feet of a fencer, when through the gloom he heard some young nord making a fool of himself. He watched the man and his strange bow-like weapon until a barmaid came up to him. After asking about rumors, but nothing major Afuroc so bought some delicously cooked salmon. He sat at the bar, listening to the bard's song. Soon he noticed something odd, it was more of a shiver down his spine. Even now in the safety of a main city combat reflexes refused to die. Shaking off his foreboding Afuroc moved towards a small table by the front door of the tavern, and then he found it.

    There was an Altmer wearing the robes that marked him as a Thalmor. Interesting, Afuroc thought as he shifted glances between an the robed elf and his own drink. Afuroc noticed the High elves hand was under the table. Even if he couldn't tell if the nord knew he had a fan, but Afuroc decided this elf would be the better employer. He hadn't really considered the brotherhood life, but he decided something like this was more hired muscle. Afuroc soon developed a small smile, some easy money and maybe even a challenge. All the while the strange feeling of uneasiness the elf was producing nagged at the back of Afuroc's mind, but Afuroc just bought a tomato soup. Waiting for a chance to speak to this possible employer.
     

    R'alle

    young but able
    May I join

    Name:R'alle
    age:14
    Sex:Male
    Backstory:Young abandoned khajiit.Parents left him in skyrim. His parents saw him weak, they left him so he can man up. He lived in the forest since he was 6. One day some Namira worshipers came through the forest. The leader was a beautiful vampire by the name of lyssa. She taught him everything about Namira. Every since that day he believed and loved Namira. He sometimes hears her voice in his skull. She would ask of tasks from him. He usually completed them. They were small tasks, collect hawk feathers,gather mushrooms,hunt a rabbit then take out the eyes. After that he usually somehow found his way to Lyssa. She then mixed it with something.R'alle wasn't sure what was in, he was rather curious one day. He took a sip from a vile,then Lyssa grabbed his throat right before he swallowed. R'alle was so scared, he thought the vampire was hungry. But that wasn't the case, she simply squeezed quickly making R'alle spit out the liquid. She smiled and told him to never touch the viles. He enjoyed his life, all he had to do was collect supplies. In return he was fed and given a family. When R'alle turned 13 he was given a Namira Tattoo on his left breast.
    It was a Black Bat with snakes choking it, on top of the snakes were roaches who had pieces of skin in their pinchers. R'alle was introduced to human flesh at a young age (8 yrs old) ever since then he couldn't eat anything else. He usually ate off of Lyssa's victims.

    Combat:Thick/sharp claws. Quick, quiet. Can see in the dark. Has excellent hearing. Excellent nose. Very attentive.

    Weakness: In the 30 mins around he awakes his senses are very dull/weak. His senses need time to start up. He isn't very strong. He is deathly afraid of elves. And he absolutely hates Nords.
     

    Reptile Reaper

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    Name: Deashon
    Race: Nord
    Gender: Male
    Class: Rouge
    Backstory: Deashon whatched his parents get executed right in front of his eyes. Sworn never to trust a guy with an axe agian. He snuck on a sailors ship to see what his true destiny in Tamriel was. He was found on the ship and raised by the sailor. But when the ship got raided by vampires at the Dawnstar docks, he once agian saw someone he could call family murdered. He ran away into the vast wildlife of Skyrim. He grew up to become a trainee assassin working for Dawngaurd
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    Deashon is sitting at the bar in the Bannered Mare when a surefire vampire walks inside. He rents a room and goes upstairs to sleep. Deashon goes upstairs prepared for anything. He goes to the door and tries to open it. Locked. He takes his crossbow and breaks the lock. The door flies open and the vampire charges. Deashon dodges and loads his crossbow. He takes a shot and the arrow pierces through the vampires neck.
     

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