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    Daelon DuLac

    How do you backstab a Dragon?
    I'd also like to point out the fact. that Jar-el is in WHITERUN NOT RIVERWOOD!!! :mad: So we are doing absolutly no interaction till then.
    "How do you like them apples!!!" he yelled from the Bannered Mare in Whiterun.
    I had no idea. Ewww... Whiterun. Why on earth would an Argonian (the ONLY Argonian!) be in Whiterun. Particularly at the Bannered Mare - a hotbed for Nord paranoia. Oh well.
     

    The Phantom

    Consulting Criminal
    Character Name: Ontus Marsil



    Alias: The Prince of Poison, The Black Spear of Elinhir



    Class: Honourable Rogue



    Alignment: None



    Occupation: Thane of Solitude (Almost always absent from court)



    Birth Sign: The Serpent



    Currently Resides: Mostly roams Tamriel, although is in possession of a large manor home in Hammerfell, Elinhir.



    Hometown: Solitude



    Age: 33



    Race: Imperial



    Gender: Male



    Factions: Imperials, Solitude Court, Family



    Worships: Acknowledges the gods but respects them all equally



    Appearance:

    Height- 6'3"

    Weight- 160 LBS

    Eyes- A sharp, piercing black

    Hair- Pitch black, short


    Skin: Olive/Tanned



    Scars- A small cut across his upper chest

    Description-

    Ontus has a lined face with thick, large eyebrows, black eyes that are piercingly intimidating yet show a certain warmth and a wide but sharp nose. His hair is short and pitch black and, though should be receding slightly, he wears it forward, similar to a Caesar cut. Marsil's features are also quite rugged and attractive somewhat. Despite not being built well, he has trained since he was a child with many weapons and has reached a top physical condition. Though he may look a small man of average strength, he's far from an average man in power. He typically wears lightly dyed fine clothes in public, though embroiders them in gold with his personal emblem, a small, thin vial of poison. This earned him the nickname, "The Prince of Poison", that and his penchant for crafting the most deadly poisons and coating his weapons with them. In battle he dons very different attire: he remains lightly armoured so as not to not restrict his mobility. He wears light greaves, gauntlets, shoulder guards and a raiment with his emblem emblazoned in black in the middle. The armour itself is made of boiled leather and made more for movement and aesthetics than actual protection. Atop the armour is scaled and underneath he wears a precautionary layer of mail. Finally, he wears a visor-less elven helmet, specifically crafted for him as a token of goodwill by the Thalmor in order to smoothen their unsavoury relationship. The helm is, like much of his apparel, decorated with the vial on either side, and on top is the shape of a rising sun gilded in with ebony, enchanted to improve his alchemical prowess.





    Personality:

    Laterality: Right-handed

    Sexuality: Bisexual

    Marital Status: Divorced, Currently with another women

    Positive Traits: Cunning, Calculating, Moral, Honourable, Intelligent, Witty, Long Memory, Caring

    Negative Traits: Proud, Short-tempered, Hotheaded, Sarcastic, Confident, Impatient And Vengeful

    Likes: Challenge, Vengeance, Promiscuity, Humour and Victory

    Dislikes: Failure, Feeling Underwhelmed, Those Who Wrong Him Or His Family

    Fears: Nothing Specifically

    Aspirations: To exact vengeance for the death of his cousin, Jarl Elisif.

    Quirks: Will often make jokes at inappropriate times.

    Description-

    Ontus Marsil has a sharp tongue and he isn't afraid to use it. He often jests and insults people, and does not care what people think of him for it. He often purposefully starts a feud for his own amusement or gain and passes it off as a slip-of-the-tongue. He's also very intellectual. Having once studied at the College of Winterhold and various other places he has amassed an archive of knowledge, utilising it to his advantage in the real world. Despite this he is also capable of great compassion and is of a very vengeful nature.



    Fighting Style:

    Weapons: Spear, Sword and Crossbow

    Description:

    As a principal, Ontus prefers speed over strength when it comes to fighting. Thus, his two favoured weapons are the spear and sword. The Prince of Poison earned his name for his infamous technique of costuming both sword and spear in deadly poisons. He has trained in both alchemy and combat since the age of eight, even briefly learning alchemy at the College of Winterhold before growing bored. He was trained well and uses speed to his advantage, making many cuts to ensure his venom's spread through the bloodstream. He is a very talented swordsman, capable of great feats with a blade, though compared to many is still not exceptionally skilled. Therefore, he aims to cut instead of kill and dance around his opponents until his venom takes effect. However, he is most skilled with his spear; his prowess in Erinhir's tourneys earning him the respected nickname of, The Black Spear of Erinhir. Marsil is incredibly efficient with the weapon to the point where he has not even enchanted it to benefit him. It is possible that nobody could rival his fighting with a spear, although that isn't to say a master of another weapon could not defeat him, especially given that a spear shaft can be cut in half with minor effort if given the opportunity. The only difference between his spearhead and any other is that it is of Daedric make, and just as deadly as the Daedra themselves. Finally, the Black Spear is a talented marksman with a crossbow, capable of great accuracy and, as is his modus operandi, poisons his quarrels.



    Biography and Exposition:

    Ontus Marsil was born in Solitude the sole child and heir of the Marsils, a wealthy family with a long bloodline. His father was an Imperial by the name of Adrian Marsil, who hailed from Skingrad, having acted as Count for a brief period during the Great War while Count Hassildor was occupied. Adrian was the youngest of two, his brother, Tacitus Marsil, was very much the opposite of his brother. Where Adrian was calm, calculating and callous, to some degree, Tacitus was rash, hotheaded and yet honourable. Both however were men of tradition, and both had vastly contributed to the wealth of their family.



    Tacitus preferred a life of adventure, travelling the world and bringing glory to the Marsil name. He rarely stayed in the same location for more than a month and attempted to evade his duty to his family in-place of a more glorified lifestyle. Adrian had instead developed a taste for the quiet life, and dabbled in the politics of the Empire and Skingrad in order to maintain the Marsil name financially.



    During the Great War with the Thalmor, Tacitus returned home to Skingrad and, while Hassildor was occupied, Adrian reigned as count. He was neither respected nor feared by the populous, but did a seemingly adequate job of keeping things in order. It was during this time that Adrian fell in love with his future-wife, whom he soon married thereafter. As soon as Janus Hassildor was ready to reclaim his seat, the Marsils decided to flee to Skyrim in order to evade the encroaching Thalmor army.



    Adrian and Tacitus began to host marriage talks for the latter. Tacitus agreed to marry into Solitude’s second most wealthy family, marrying a nord woman. The Marsils were now firmly rooted in Solitude, and owned the Proudspire Manor near the Bard’s College. Soon Adrian and his wife gave birth to a boy, naming him Ontus. Sadly though, Adrian’s wife passed away shortly after giving birth, and Ontus would never know his mother and Adrian grew cold and detached.



    As Ontus began to grow, he learned to respect his uncle, fear his father and learn from both men. He became a strange facsimile of both their personalities combined, and showed the temperament and flare of Tacitus with the intellect and cunning of Adrian. He exemplified both their best and worst traits. Soon however, Tacitus too had a child, a girl by the name of Elisif. She was more reserved than her father, and seemed to inherit all from her mother and naught from the Marsil line.



    At the age of eight, Ontus developed his profound interest in combat and even some darker arts. He trained with a sword to begin with, but soon found that he was more proficient with the use of a spear. The boy then trained almost constantly, and if he weren’t found training he would be found reading. Ontus was also very close with his cousin, Elisif and they spent a lot of time together and loved each other as brother and sister.



    By the age of seventeen, Ontus had truly grown into himself. He was now the witty, fiery and calculating man he would be forever more. His skill with blade and spear was now exceptionally commendable, and his knowledge had surpassed the levels of most. He had now developed an excessive interest in alchemy, and proved a gifted crafter of potions. Now, his personality was more profound and it would be his barbed tongue that would get him in trouble and bring shame to the Marsil name.



    Ontus publically ridiculed the patriarch of a local family, and his arrogant child, Erikur. The lord was so offended that he challenged Ontus to a public duel in the old ways of the nords. Despite showing little care for nord culture, Ontus accepted nonetheless, knowing all too well that his opponent knew little of his combat prowess. The duel was to be until the other yielded. Both men fought ferociously, but it was Ontus’ sword that prevailed. His opponent had suffered several minor wounds and was satisfied that the duel was lost to him and thus surrendered. No one realised that Ontus had poisoned his sword.



    Being but seventeen, Ontus had not quite thought through the consequences of his actions and desired the death of his opponent and wished to see his family crumble. Within the next few days, he succumbed to the poison, and Adrian was left with no choice but to exile his son in order to appease the Court of Solitude and to preserve the good name of Marsil. Erikur henceforth referred to his father’s killer mockingly as, “The Prince of Poison”, in order to chastise the dishonour in his killing and him no longer being a respected noble. Ontus bade farewell to his family and friends, and then left to travel the world as his uncle had once done.



    Amusingly, Ontus found that he enjoyed his exile more than court life, and travelled to all nations but the Summerset Isle and Valenwood. He journeyed south and briefly studied at the Arcane University in alchemy, but then left and competed in the arena. Though an incredibly successful combatant, he grew bored of the ranking system and the lack of change and thusly left.



    Then, he journeyed east to Morrowind and Blackmarsh, starting a mercenary company at the age of 24 and garnered a reputation as one of the most fearsome band of fighters in Tamriel. Their leader was respected and his once mockingly used insult, “The Prince of Poisons”, was now used in awe of his talents. The Prince made a large fortune from this mercenary company but grew bored of working for money with little to no change or creativity in his assignments.



    The Prince of Poisons then journeyed back to his homeland of Skyrim and studied at the College of Winterhold, fully mastering alchemy and delving briefly into alteration magic. Then he had heard that the city of Erinhir in Hammerfell was under siege from the Thalmor, and that they had sent an emissary to offer him payment in order for his help. Accepting the offer, also harbouring a cold dislike of the elves due to the untold death in the Great War, he lead a small group of Redguard warriors and successfully freed the small city from the Thalmor’s grasp. In order to ensure that no further hostilities took place between them, the Thalmor crafted him his signature helmet and bestowed upon him a new emblem for him to use in-place of the old Marsil icon: a vial of poison.

    At this point, the citizens urged him to take up residence in the city, and so he used his wealth amassed from his mercenary company to pay for the construction of a very large manor home in Erinhir. Ontus was soon stylised as "Prince Ontus/Marsil", informally due to the adoration of the people and his authority there. He remained there for a short while and got married, though the marriage was short lived and they divorced. Then a letter arrived. His father, Adrian Marsil had passed away, but in his last moments told Tacitus to tell him that he'd forgiven Ontus for what he'd done, and that he was proud of all his son had accomplished. The wealth of Adrian, unsurprisingly, went to Tacitus and Elisif, however this did not bother him.

    The people who had heard of his feats, weapon, armour and chosen place of occupation began to refer to him as, "The Black Spear of Erinhir", and so that became his most popular nickname. He soon heard that his cousin, Lady Elisif was to be wed to High King Torryg, and that now Tacitus had passed away. He wrote to her expressing both his condolences and congratulations, and hoped to be able to return to Solitude soon. Though his exile had ended years ago, other duties and interests had kept the Black Spear occupied.

    Erinhir would host many tourneys, all of which he took part in, Ontus emerged triumphant. He began a relationship with a beautiful local Breton called Sosia (whom he had four bastard children with), though he still warmed his bed with many others whether she was present or not. For many more years he lived like this until the age of 32, at which he heard of the murder of Torryg and the coming of the Alduin. Despite his interest in how events would play out, he made sure to play little part in anything, and waited for a year until finally returning to Solitude and taking his place as a Thane by his cousin's side. Ontus grew very close with Jarl Balgruuf the Greater, frequently visiting Whiterun and occasionally hunting alongside him. He maintained a close relationship with Elisif, and now all of the Marsil family's wealth had passed to him.
     

    IndurDawnD3ath

    The Legendary Conundrum
    Character Name: Ontus Marsil



    Alias: The Prince of Poison, The Black Spear of Elinhir



    Class: Honourable Rogue



    Alignment: None



    Occupation: Thane of Solitude (Almost always absent from court)



    Birth Sign: The Serpent



    Currently Resides: Mostly roams Tamriel, although is in possession of a large manor home in Hammerfell, Elinhir.



    Hometown: Solitude



    Age: 33



    Race: Imperial



    Gender: Male



    Factions: Imperials, Solitude Court, Family



    Worships: Acknowledges the gods but respects them all equally



    Appearance:

    Height- 6'3"

    Weight- 160 LBS

    Eyes- A sharp, piercing black

    Hair- Pitch black, short


    Skin:Olive/Tanned



    Scars- A small cut across his upper chest

    Description-

    Ontus has a lined face with thick, large eyebrows, black eyes that are piercingly intimidating yet show a certain warmth and a wide but sharp nose. His hair is short and pitch black and, though should be receding slightly, he wears it forward, similar to a Caesar cut. Marsil's features are also quite rugged and attractive somewhat. Despite not being built well, he has trained since he was a child with many weapons and has reached a top physical condition. Though he may look a small man of average strength, he's far from an average man in power. He typically wears lightly dyed fine clothes in public, though embroiders them in gold with his personal emblem, a small, thin vial of poison. This earned him the nickname, "The Prince of Poison", that and his penchant for crafting the most deadly poisons and coating his weapons with them. In battle he dons very different attire: he remains lightly armoured so as not to not restrict his mobility. He wears light greaves, gauntlets, shoulder guards and a raiment with his emblem emblazoned in black in the middle. The armour itself is made of boiled leather and made more for movement and aesthetics than actual protection. Atop the armour is scaled and underneath he wears a precautionary layer of mail. Finally, he wears a visor-less elven helmet, specifically crafted for him as a token of goodwill by the Thalmor in order to smoothen their unsavoury relationship. The helm is, like much of his apparel, decorated with the vial on either side, and on top is the shape of a rising sun gilded in with ebony, enchanted to improve his alchemical prowess.





    Personality:

    Laterality: Right-handed

    Sexuality: Bisexual

    Marital Status: Divorced, Currently with another women

    Positive Traits: Cunning, Calculating, Moral, Honourable, Intelligent, Witty, Long Memory, Caring

    Negative Traits: Proud, Short-tempered, Hotheaded, Sarcastic, Confident, Impatient And Vengeful

    Likes: Challenge, Vengeance, Promiscuity, Humour and Victory

    Dislikes: Failure, Feeling Underwhelmed, Those Who Wrong Him Or His Family

    Fears: Nothing Specifically

    Aspirations: To exact vengeance for the death of his cousin, Jarl Elisif.

    Quirks: Will often make jokes at inappropriate times.

    Description-

    Ontus Marsil has a sharp tongue and he isn't afraid to use it. He often jests and insults people, and does not care what people think of him for it. He often purposefully starts a feud for his own amusement or gain and passes it off as a slip-of-the-tongue. He's also very intellectual. Having once studied at the College of Winterhold and various other places he has amassed an archive of knowledge, utilising it to his advantage in the real world. Now however, the Black Spear of Erinhir wants vengeance more than anything else in the world. He wants revenge for the assassination of his cousin, Jarl Elisif, who was recently murdered at the Dragonborn Anniversary celebrations.



    Fighting Style:

    Weapons: Spear, Sword and Crossbow

    Description:

    As a principal, Ontus prefers speed over strength when it comes to fighting. Thus, his two favoured weapons are the spear and sword. The Prince of Poison earned his name for his infamous technique of costuming both sword and spear in deadly poisons. He has trained in both alchemy and combat since the age of eight, even briefly learning alchemy at the College of Winterhold before growing bored. He was trained well and uses speed to his advantage, making many cuts to ensure his venom's spread through the bloodstream. He is a very talented swordsman, capable of great feats with a blade, though compared to many is still not exceptionally skilled. Therefore, he aims to cut instead of kill and dance around his opponents until his venom takes effect. However, he is most skilled with his spear; his prowess in Erinhir's tourneys earning him the respected nickname of, The Black Spear of Erinhir. Marsil is incredibly efficient with the weapon to the point where he has not even enchanted it to benefit him. It is possible that nobody could rival his fighting with a spear, although that isn't to say a master of another weapon could not defeat him, especially given that a spear shaft can be cut in half with minor effort if given the opportunity. The only difference between his spearhead and any other is that it is of Daedric make, and just as deadly as the Daedra themselves. Finally, the Black Spear is a talented marksman with a crossbow, capable of great accuracy and, as is his modus operandi, poisons his quarrels.



    Biography and Exposition:

    Ontus Marsil was born in Solitude the sole child and heir of the Marsils, a wealthy family with a long bloodline. His father was an Imperial by the name of Adrian Marsil, who hailed from Skingrad, having acted as Count for a brief period during the Great War while Count Hassildor was occupied. Adrian was the youngest of two, his brother, Tacitus Marsil, was very much the opposite of his brother. Where Adrian was calm, calculating and callous, to some degree, Tacitus was rash, hotheaded and yet honourable. Both however were men of tradition, and both had vastly contributed to the wealth of their family.



    Tacitus preferred a life of adventure, travelling the world and bringing glory to the Marsil name. He rarely stayed in the same location for more than a month and attempted to evade his duty to his family in-place of a more glorified lifestyle. Adrian had instead developed a taste for the quiet life, and dabbled in the politics of the Empire and Skingrad in order to maintain the Marsil name financially.



    During the Great War with the Thalmor, Tacitus returned home to Skingrad and, while Hassildor was occupied, Adrian reigned as count. He was neither respected nor feared by the populous, but did a seemingly adequate job of keeping things in order. It was during this time that Adrian fell in love with his future-wife, whom he soon married thereafter. As soon as Janus Hassildor was ready to reclaim his seat, the Marsils decided to flee to Skyrim in order to evade the encroaching Thalmor army.



    Adrian and Tacitus began to host marriage talks for the latter. Tacitus agreed to marry into Solitude’s second most wealthy family, marrying a nord woman. The Marsils were now firmly rooted in Solitude, and owned the Proudspire Manor near the Bard’s College. Soon Adrian and his wife gave birth to a boy, naming him Ontus. Sadly though, Adrian’s wife passed away shortly after giving birth, and Ontus would never know his mother and Adrian grew cold and detached.



    As Ontus began to grow, he learned to respect his uncle, fear his father and learn from both men. He became a strange facsimile of both their personalities combined, and showed the temperament and flare of Tacitus with the intellect and cunning of Adrian. He exemplified both their best and worst traits. Soon however, Tacitus too had a child, a girl by the name of Elisif. She was more reserved than her father, and seemed to inherit all from her mother and naught from the Marsil line.



    At the age of eight, Ontus developed his profound interest in combat and even some darker arts. He trained with a sword to begin with, but soon found that he was more proficient with the use of a spear. The boy then trained almost constantly, and if he weren’t found training he would be found reading. Ontus was also very close with his cousin, Elisif and they spent a lot of time together and loved each other as brother and sister.



    By the age of seventeen, Ontus had truly grown into himself. He was now the witty, fiery and calculating man he would be forever more. His skill with blade and spear was now exceptionally commendable, and his knowledge had surpassed the levels of most. He had now developed an excessive interest in alchemy, and proved a gifted crafter of potions. Now, his personality was more profound and it would be his barbed tongue that would get him in trouble and bring shame to the Marsil name.



    Ontus publically ridiculed the patriarch of a local family, and his arrogant child, Erikur. The lord was so offended that he challenged Ontus to a public duel in the old ways of the nords. Despite showing little care for nord culture, Ontus accepted nonetheless, knowing all too well that his opponent knew little of his combat prowess. The duel was to be until the other yielded. Both men fought ferociously, but it was Ontus’ sword that prevailed. His opponent had suffered several minor wounds and was satisfied that the duel was lost to him and thus surrendered. No one realised that Ontus had poisoned his sword.



    Being but seventeen, Ontus had not quite thought through the consequences of his actions and desired the death of his opponent and wished to see his family crumble. Within the next few days, he succumbed to the poison, and Adrian was left with no choice but to exile his son in order to appease the Court of Solitude and to preserve the good name of Marsil. Erikur henceforth referred to his father’s killer mockingly as, “The Prince of Poison”, in order to chastise the dishonour in his killing and him no longer being a respected noble. Ontus bade farewell to his family and friends, and then left to travel the world as his uncle had once done.



    Amusingly, Ontus found that he enjoyed his exile more than court life, and travelled to all nations but the Summerset Isle and Valenwood. He journeyed south and briefly studied at the Arcane University in alchemy, but then left and competed in the arena. Though an incredibly successful combatant, he grew bored of the ranking system and the lack of change and thusly left.



    Then, he journeyed east to Morrowind and Blackmarsh, starting a mercenary company at the age of 24 and garnered a reputation as one of the most fearsome band of fighters in Tamriel. Their leader was respected and his once mockingly used insult, “The Prince of Poisons”, was now used in awe of his talents. The Prince made a large fortune from this mercenary company but grew bored of working for money with little to no change or creativity in his assignments.



    The Prince of Poisons then journeyed back to his homeland of Skyrim and studied at the College of Winterhold, fully mastering alchemy and delving briefly into alteration magic. Then he had heard that the city of Erinhir in Hammerfell was under siege from the Thalmor, and that they had sent an emissary to offer him payment in order for his help. Accepting the offer, also harbouring a cold dislike of the elves due to the untold death in the Great War, he lead a small group of Redguard warriors and successfully freed the small city from the Thalmor’s grasp. In order to ensure that no further hostilities took place between them, the Thalmor crafted him his signature helmet and bestowed upon him a new emblem for him to use in-place of the old Marsil icon: a vial of poison.

    At this point, the citizens urged him to take up residence in the city, and so he used his wealth amassed from his mercenary company to pay for the construction of a very large manor home in Erinhir. Ontus was soon stylised as "Prince Ontus/Marsil", informally due to the adoration of the people and his authority there. He remained there for a short while and got married, though the marriage was short lived and they divorced. Then a letter arrived. His father, Adrian Marsil had passed away, but in his last moments told Tacitus to tell him that he'd forgiven Ontus for what he'd done, and that he was proud of all his son had accomplished. The wealth of Adrian, unsurprisingly, went to Tacitus and Elisif, however this did not bother him.

    The people who had heard of his feats, weapon, armour and chosen place of occupation began to refer to him as, "The Black Spear of Erinhir", and so that became his most popular nickname. He soon heard that his cousin, Lady Elisif was to be wed to High King Torryg, and that now Tacitus had passed away. He wrote to her expressing both his condolences and congratulations, and hoped to be able to return to Solitude soon. Though his exile had ended years ago, other duties and interests had kept the Black Spear occupied.

    Erinhir would host many tourneys, all of which he took part in, Ontus emerged triumphant. He began a relationship with a beautiful local Breton called Sosia (whom he had four bastard children with), though he still warmed his bed with many others whether she was present or not. For many more years he lived like this until the age of 32, at which he heard of the murder of Torryg and the coming of the Alduin. Despite his interest in how events would play out, he made sure to play little part in anything, and waited for a year until finally returning to Solitude and taking his place as a Thane by his cousin's side. Ontus grew very close with Jarl Balgruuf the Greater, frequently visiting Whiterun and occasionally hunting alongside him. He maintained a close relationship with Elisif, and now all of the Marsil family's wealth had passed to him.


    This could pose the same awkwardness jariff was talking about earlier. Your guy is 33. And most of us are like... around 24 I think. Maybe you might want to lower your age. But That is up to Jariff.
     

    IndurDawnD3ath

    The Legendary Conundrum
    I'd also like to point out the fact. that Jar-el is in WHITERUN NOT RIVERWOOD!!! :mad: So we are doing absolutly no interaction till then.
    "How do you like them apples!!!" he yelled from the Bannered Mare in Whiterun.
    I had no idea. Ewww... Whiterun. Why on earth would an Argonian (the ONLY Argonian!) be in Whiterun. Particularly at the Bannered Mare - a hotbed for Nord paranoia. Oh well.


    Cause thats where he is. Deal with it :)
     

    The Phantom

    Consulting Criminal
    Character Name: Ontus Marsil



    Alias: The Prince of Poison, The Black Spear of Elinhir



    Class: Honourable Rogue



    Alignment: None



    Occupation: Thane of Solitude (Almost always absent from court)



    Birth Sign: The Serpent



    Currently Resides: Mostly roams Tamriel, although is in possession of a large manor home in Hammerfell, Elinhir.



    Hometown: Solitude



    Age: 33



    Race: Imperial



    Gender: Male



    Factions: Imperials, Solitude Court, Family



    Worships: Acknowledges the gods but respects them all equally



    Appearance:

    Height- 6'3"

    Weight- 160 LBS

    Eyes- A sharp, piercing black

    Hair- Pitch black, short


    Skin:Olive/Tanned



    Scars- A small cut across his upper chest

    Description-

    Ontus has a lined face with thick, large eyebrows, black eyes that are piercingly intimidating yet show a certain warmth and a wide but sharp nose. His hair is short and pitch black and, though should be receding slightly, he wears it forward, similar to a Caesar cut. Marsil's features are also quite rugged and attractive somewhat. Despite not being built well, he has trained since he was a child with many weapons and has reached a top physical condition. Though he may look a small man of average strength, he's far from an average man in power. He typically wears lightly dyed fine clothes in public, though embroiders them in gold with his personal emblem, a small, thin vial of poison. This earned him the nickname, "The Prince of Poison", that and his penchant for crafting the most deadly poisons and coating his weapons with them. In battle he dons very different attire: he remains lightly armoured so as not to not restrict his mobility. He wears light greaves, gauntlets, shoulder guards and a raiment with his emblem emblazoned in black in the middle. The armour itself is made of boiled leather and made more for movement and aesthetics than actual protection. Atop the armour is scaled and underneath he wears a precautionary layer of mail. Finally, he wears a visor-less elven helmet, specifically crafted for him as a token of goodwill by the Thalmor in order to smoothen their unsavoury relationship. The helm is, like much of his apparel, decorated with the vial on either side, and on top is the shape of a rising sun gilded in with ebony, enchanted to improve his alchemical prowess.





    Personality:

    Laterality: Right-handed

    Sexuality: Bisexual

    Marital Status: Divorced, Currently with another women

    Positive Traits: Cunning, Calculating, Moral, Honourable, Intelligent, Witty, Long Memory, Caring

    Negative Traits: Proud, Short-tempered, Hotheaded, Sarcastic, Confident, Impatient And Vengeful

    Likes: Challenge, Vengeance, Promiscuity, Humour and Victory

    Dislikes: Failure, Feeling Underwhelmed, Those Who Wrong Him Or His Family

    Fears: Nothing Specifically

    Aspirations: To exact vengeance for the death of his cousin, Jarl Elisif.

    Quirks: Will often make jokes at inappropriate times.

    Description-

    Ontus Marsil has a sharp tongue and he isn't afraid to use it. He often jests and insults people, and does not care what people think of him for it. He often purposefully starts a feud for his own amusement or gain and passes it off as a slip-of-the-tongue. He's also very intellectual. Having once studied at the College of Winterhold and various other places he has amassed an archive of knowledge, utilising it to his advantage in the real world. Now however, the Black Spear of Erinhir wants vengeance more than anything else in the world. He wants revenge for the assassination of his cousin, Jarl Elisif, who was recently murdered at the Dragonborn Anniversary celebrations.



    Fighting Style:

    Weapons: Spear, Sword and Crossbow

    Description:

    As a principal, Ontus prefers speed over strength when it comes to fighting. Thus, his two favoured weapons are the spear and sword. The Prince of Poison earned his name for his infamous technique of costuming both sword and spear in deadly poisons. He has trained in both alchemy and combat since the age of eight, even briefly learning alchemy at the College of Winterhold before growing bored. He was trained well and uses speed to his advantage, making many cuts to ensure his venom's spread through the bloodstream. He is a very talented swordsman, capable of great feats with a blade, though compared to many is still not exceptionally skilled. Therefore, he aims to cut instead of kill and dance around his opponents until his venom takes effect. However, he is most skilled with his spear; his prowess in Erinhir's tourneys earning him the respected nickname of, The Black Spear of Erinhir. Marsil is incredibly efficient with the weapon to the point where he has not even enchanted it to benefit him. It is possible that nobody could rival his fighting with a spear, although that isn't to say a master of another weapon could not defeat him, especially given that a spear shaft can be cut in half with minor effort if given the opportunity. The only difference between his spearhead and any other is that it is of Daedric make, and just as deadly as the Daedra themselves. Finally, the Black Spear is a talented marksman with a crossbow, capable of great accuracy and, as is his modus operandi, poisons his quarrels.



    Biography and Exposition:

    Ontus Marsil was born in Solitude the sole child and heir of the Marsils, a wealthy family with a long bloodline. His father was an Imperial by the name of Adrian Marsil, who hailed from Skingrad, having acted as Count for a brief period during the Great War while Count Hassildor was occupied. Adrian was the youngest of two, his brother, Tacitus Marsil, was very much the opposite of his brother. Where Adrian was calm, calculating and callous, to some degree, Tacitus was rash, hotheaded and yet honourable. Both however were men of tradition, and both had vastly contributed to the wealth of their family.



    Tacitus preferred a life of adventure, travelling the world and bringing glory to the Marsil name. He rarely stayed in the same location for more than a month and attempted to evade his duty to his family in-place of a more glorified lifestyle. Adrian had instead developed a taste for the quiet life, and dabbled in the politics of the Empire and Skingrad in order to maintain the Marsil name financially.



    During the Great War with the Thalmor, Tacitus returned home to Skingrad and, while Hassildor was occupied, Adrian reigned as count. He was neither respected nor feared by the populous, but did a seemingly adequate job of keeping things in order. It was during this time that Adrian fell in love with his future-wife, whom he soon married thereafter. As soon as Janus Hassildor was ready to reclaim his seat, the Marsils decided to flee to Skyrim in order to evade the encroaching Thalmor army.



    Adrian and Tacitus began to host marriage talks for the latter. Tacitus agreed to marry into Solitude’s second most wealthy family, marrying a nord woman. The Marsils were now firmly rooted in Solitude, and owned the Proudspire Manor near the Bard’s College. Soon Adrian and his wife gave birth to a boy, naming him Ontus. Sadly though, Adrian’s wife passed away shortly after giving birth, and Ontus would never know his mother and Adrian grew cold and detached.



    As Ontus began to grow, he learned to respect his uncle, fear his father and learn from both men. He became a strange facsimile of both their personalities combined, and showed the temperament and flare of Tacitus with the intellect and cunning of Adrian. He exemplified both their best and worst traits. Soon however, Tacitus too had a child, a girl by the name of Elisif. She was more reserved than her father, and seemed to inherit all from her mother and naught from the Marsil line.



    At the age of eight, Ontus developed his profound interest in combat and even some darker arts. He trained with a sword to begin with, but soon found that he was more proficient with the use of a spear. The boy then trained almost constantly, and if he weren’t found training he would be found reading. Ontus was also very close with his cousin, Elisif and they spent a lot of time together and loved each other as brother and sister.



    By the age of seventeen, Ontus had truly grown into himself. He was now the witty, fiery and calculating man he would be forever more. His skill with blade and spear was now exceptionally commendable, and his knowledge had surpassed the levels of most. He had now developed an excessive interest in alchemy, and proved a gifted crafter of potions. Now, his personality was more profound and it would be his barbed tongue that would get him in trouble and bring shame to the Marsil name.



    Ontus publically ridiculed the patriarch of a local family, and his arrogant child, Erikur. The lord was so offended that he challenged Ontus to a public duel in the old ways of the nords. Despite showing little care for nord culture, Ontus accepted nonetheless, knowing all too well that his opponent knew little of his combat prowess. The duel was to be until the other yielded. Both men fought ferociously, but it was Ontus’ sword that prevailed. His opponent had suffered several minor wounds and was satisfied that the duel was lost to him and thus surrendered. No one realised that Ontus had poisoned his sword.



    Being but seventeen, Ontus had not quite thought through the consequences of his actions and desired the death of his opponent and wished to see his family crumble. Within the next few days, he succumbed to the poison, and Adrian was left with no choice but to exile his son in order to appease the Court of Solitude and to preserve the good name of Marsil. Erikur henceforth referred to his father’s killer mockingly as, “The Prince of Poison”, in order to chastise the dishonour in his killing and him no longer being a respected noble. Ontus bade farewell to his family and friends, and then left to travel the world as his uncle had once done.



    Amusingly, Ontus found that he enjoyed his exile more than court life, and travelled to all nations but the Summerset Isle and Valenwood. He journeyed south and briefly studied at the Arcane University in alchemy, but then left and competed in the arena. Though an incredibly successful combatant, he grew bored of the ranking system and the lack of change and thusly left.



    Then, he journeyed east to Morrowind and Blackmarsh, starting a mercenary company at the age of 24 and garnered a reputation as one of the most fearsome band of fighters in Tamriel. Their leader was respected and his once mockingly used insult, “The Prince of Poisons”, was now used in awe of his talents. The Prince made a large fortune from this mercenary company but grew bored of working for money with little to no change or creativity in his assignments.



    The Prince of Poisons then journeyed back to his homeland of Skyrim and studied at the College of Winterhold, fully mastering alchemy and delving briefly into alteration magic. Then he had heard that the city of Erinhir in Hammerfell was under siege from the Thalmor, and that they had sent an emissary to offer him payment in order for his help. Accepting the offer, also harbouring a cold dislike of the elves due to the untold death in the Great War, he lead a small group of Redguard warriors and successfully freed the small city from the Thalmor’s grasp. In order to ensure that no further hostilities took place between them, the Thalmor crafted him his signature helmet and bestowed upon him a new emblem for him to use in-place of the old Marsil icon: a vial of poison.

    At this point, the citizens urged him to take up residence in the city, and so he used his wealth amassed from his mercenary company to pay for the construction of a very large manor home in Erinhir. Ontus was soon stylised as "Prince Ontus/Marsil", informally due to the adoration of the people and his authority there. He remained there for a short while and got married, though the marriage was short lived and they divorced. Then a letter arrived. His father, Adrian Marsil had passed away, but in his last moments told Tacitus to tell him that he'd forgiven Ontus for what he'd done, and that he was proud of all his son had accomplished. The wealth of Adrian, unsurprisingly, went to Tacitus and Elisif, however this did not bother him.

    The people who had heard of his feats, weapon, armour and chosen place of occupation began to refer to him as, "The Black Spear of Erinhir", and so that became his most popular nickname. He soon heard that his cousin, Lady Elisif was to be wed to High King Torryg, and that now Tacitus had passed away. He wrote to her expressing both his condolences and congratulations, and hoped to be able to return to Solitude soon. Though his exile had ended years ago, other duties and interests had kept the Black Spear occupied.

    Erinhir would host many tourneys, all of which he took part in, Ontus emerged triumphant. He began a relationship with a beautiful local Breton called Sosia (whom he had four bastard children with), though he still warmed his bed with many others whether she was present or not. For many more years he lived like this until the age of 32, at which he heard of the murder of Torryg and the coming of the Alduin. Despite his interest in how events would play out, he made sure to play little part in anything, and waited for a year until finally returning to Solitude and taking his place as a Thane by his cousin's side. Ontus grew very close with Jarl Balgruuf the Greater, frequently visiting Whiterun and occasionally hunting alongside him. He maintained a close relationship with Elisif, and now all of the Marsil family's wealth had passed to him.


    This could pose the same awkwardness jariff was talking about earlier. Your guy is 33. And most of us are like... around 24 I think. Maybe you might want to lower your age. But That is up to Jariff.

    How so? I actually lowered his age and cut part of his backstory for this thread; he's supposed to be 43, and with his personality, you'd think of him as much younger.
     

    Daelon DuLac

    How do you backstab a Dragon?
    Have to agree with Phantom here. I don't really think the age of the character matters. Example: An Argonian wouldn't fall in to the same age brackets as a human, or an elf or a vampire or a khajit. What about the age of the participants? I can guarantee that I'm probably older than all of you, but that doesn't mean I'm too old to participate. :)
     

    jarif

    Well-Known Member
    It doesn't really matter because we already have a older character who is 27 (not that 27 is old or someone in their 30's) and having another character that is 33 that is older than it fits the bill (which pretty much means it's alright) . But if you really want to, just make it 30, 31 or 32 to resolve this but I agree, with his personality he acts younger so it doesn't really matter. Who knows, this avenger might be the big brother or that mentor of this series; who knows?
     

    Daelon DuLac

    How do you backstab a Dragon?
    It doesn't really matter because we already have a older character who is 27 (not that 27 is old or someone in their 30's) and having another character that is 33 that is older than it fits the bill (which pretty much means it's alright) . But if you really want to, just make it 30, 31 or 32 to resolve this but I agree, with his personality he acts younger so it doesn't really matter. Who knows, this avenger might be the big brother or that mentor of this series; who knows?
    Eh? Whatja say shunny? Let me turn up my device... :)
     

    jarif

    Well-Known Member
    It doesn't really matter because we already have a older character who is 27 (not that 27 is old or someone in their 30's) and having another character that is 33 that is older than it fits the bill (which pretty much means it's alright) . But if you really want to, just make it 30, 31 or 32 to resolve this but I agree, with his personality he acts younger so it doesn't really matter. Who knows, this avenger might be the big brother or that mentor of this series; who knows?
    Eh? Whatja say shunny? Let me turn up my device... :)

    What lol
     

    Kimrisvik

    King of Scandinavia
    I know the history might be a bit dull, but whatever :p



    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.
     

    jarif

    Well-Known Member
    I know the history might be a bit dull, but whatever :p


    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.


    Your backstory is not detailed enough. Please add detail or expand upon it
     

    Daelon DuLac

    How do you backstab a Dragon?
    I know the history might be a bit dull, but whatever :p



    Fenrir
    60c0b461033d9c7f67c1f8929b9bf07a-jpg.24492

    (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.
    Uhm, you realize that my Ingin would be all over him like a bad habit. While she loves teasing young Kiro, somehow she'd not react the same to him. Just a thought. :D
     

    IndurDawnD3ath

    The Legendary Conundrum
    Okay. Well. I think that we can allow him to join. The more the merrier!!!! :D
     

    Kimrisvik

    King of Scandinavia
    Well, sorry to not have updated anything yet! Was gone for the weekend, and didn't have any time to let you guys know. Will start to rework my story soon thou!
     

    Blitzz

    A Friendly Brit
    Just wondering if there are any more spaces going on this one? It looks pretty interesting
     

    Blitzz

    A Friendly Brit
    I'll get straight on it, any type of character in particular you are looking for?

    Sent from my GT-I8190N using Tapatalk
     

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