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Discussion in 'Skyrim Roleplaying' started by Andante, Nov 18, 2012.

  1. Kir the Silent

    Kir the Silent Until Your Flesh Is Consumed

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    Name: Kir Dayash known alias “The Scarred Strategist,” “Kinslayer”

    Age: 28
    Sex: Male

    Race: Bosmer

    Position: Chief Advisor and Strategist
    Birthplace: Valenwood

    Current Residence: A hovel hidden in the forests of Falkreath

    Alliances or Affiliations: The Thalmor(Formerly one of their youngest prodigies and tacticians), Stormcloak Rebellion(Aided them during the civil war), Thieves’ Guild(Connected to an information network)

    Occupation: Strategist(Before the Civil War), Saboteur and Advisor(During the Civil War), Hunter(Currently)
    Appearance: Dawn-golden hair, black wood elf eyes, black tatoo around right eye(wood elven symbol), 5'7, 155 pounds, thin and athletic, slightly muscular, and a crescent shaped scar on his chin. Unique black leather lined with wolf fur with chainmail underneath. Fingerless black leather gauntlets, a hidden mechanism built into the left. Black hood with mask. Black leather boots, concealed blade in right. Wood elven markings adorn it.

    Personality: Kir is an enigma. He is sometimes immature, sarcastic, and stubborn. But other times he is silent, cold, and calculating giving him an unsettling personality. Whether the immature Kir is his true self and the cold Kir his serious and tactical side, or if he may have multiple personalities is a mystery. He is a hard man to get close to and his trust is not easily gained. Once broken it can never be regained. He likes the outdoors and Stros M’kia Rum, now hard to acquire due to the Thalmor constraints. He hates ignorance and is saddened by the foolishness of his kinsmen, blinded by the Thalmor’s lies. He is seen to be merciless and ruthless in his tactics, but kind and caring to others. No matter what though, one thing can be said about Kir. He is loyal to the death.
    History: Kir was born to minor nobility in Valenwood, however his early childhood was filled with tradegy. His entire family was dragged out of their house when he was only five years old. They had spoken out against some of the Dominions tactics and beliefs, there in the middle of the town they were brought before a crowd. It was mandatory that all citizens nearby watch the proceedings. They were summarily tried…and executed…all save Kir.

    As the youngest they believed he could still be “saved.” They took him to a hidden fortress and there he was denied all forms of interaction with any his own age. Mainly he was a trophy, an example to the masses. However, at the age of eleven he started to show signs of heightened intellect and an uncanny ability to read people and situations. They decided to mold him. From then on he was tutored by some of the greatest minds the Thalmor could spare. From history to complex battle strategy, he was quickly becoming an expert.

    During a mock battle Kir was able to beat and humiliate a top Thalmor tactician. They gave him a command to see what he could do in a real battle, making him the youngest officer in the Dominion at only seventeen.

    But Kir had not forgotten the crime of the Dominion and vengeance still burned brightly in his heart and finally…he made his move. The officials that had executed his family so long ago were headed to Skyrim to watch the Imperials. Some kind of rebellion Kir had heard rumors of. On the way Kir ambushed the caravan, his soldiers under the impression it was a mock battle. His strategy was flawless and in minutes it was over. A woman named Elenwen had escaped, but he had captured the ones he wanted. Kir executed them, pretending that it was a simple paralytic spell, with cold brutality and made his escape.

    Now branded as traitor by the Dominion, he headed for Skyrim to aid the nords in their fight. Making his way there was simple; convincing the Stormcloaks and Ulfric of his intentions was another matter entirely. After a trial on island facing an ice wraith, he had earned their trust. Or what little he could at least. While he wasn’t given a command, he advised on battle plans and supplied as much intel as he could. However, it was all for naught in the end as the rebellion was crushed. Kir was crestfallen. He was sure he could have turned the tides of quite a few battles. Not willing to leave these people to his fate and branded “Kinslayer” by his own people, he stayed in Skyrim.

    He disappeared into the forests and hid himself from the world, becoming a solitary hunter for a decade. He still wanted to strike back against the ones that had turned him into this…to strike back against the tyranny of those that had betrayed him, his family, and his entire race. So deep in the forest he waits for his opportunity…
    Roleplaying Sample: "Such pathetic creatures...ignorant and frail...they are naught but dust and dessipated just as easily..." The Dark Stranger stood high upon the mountain, his crimson eyes surveying the land called Skyrim. His pitch black robe stirred in the wind silently. To anyone looking on they would have just though him a simple traveler or hermit. And for now...that suited his needs. "They are a disease... a pestilence clinging desperately to the one true achievement of the gods...tainting it..."

    He drew the weapon from within his robes and studied for the hundreth time. Such a small thing, yet it contained incredible power. Incredible and terrible. His eyes surveyed the land once more. As they had for years, but what he searched for was still hidden from even his unrelenting gaze. "Very clever old friend...but you won't prolong the inevitable...not forever..." He was getting closer. Soon the prize would be his and the infernal fires would rain upon these unsuspecting insects. Of course there was that one...annoyance to deal with. He didn't fear him, but it's better to err on the side of caution.He turned to the mortal worm that had stood silently in fear of his master. "When he leaves the city...I don't want to be able to recognize his corpse...
    An older redguard sat in a dark corner slowly examining the patrons. His black-brown hair was peppered with grey. The old scimitar on his hip had lost its shine, but not its edge. Much like its weilder. Daran Dyash sat back and muttered to himself, "I know he can't do it alone, but gods did we really have to look all the way in Solitude?" He ordered venison chop and water, none of that nord swill would pass his lips. He opened the knapsack on the ground next to him and pulled out a bottle, "I wish I had brought more Stros M'kai Rum. If he doesn't hurry back I'll drink it all myself." He sighed thinking about the future and past, he loved the boy as his own but he missed Hammerfell. Hard to believe he had been back there less than two years ago. It felt like an era. His eyes wandered back to the crowd. Yet no one looked promising, and this was a delicate situation after all. They couldn't just hire anyone. "A few more hours," he muttered. "Then we may have to try elsewhere, take a carriage Whiterun maybe." His food arrived and he ate slowly, praying for a sign. "We need reliable assistance, after all. I'm too old to help as much as I'd wish."

    He sat back in his seat and once more surveyed the tavern. For an hour he listened to the bard and the patrons. As with all the inns and taverns they had stopped at he listen especially for information about...him...the dark one. He could almost feel the evil...and the laugh...gods, the laugh! Now heard the bard singing "The Dovahkiin's Saga" and people still talked about what had to be the most boring gossip in all of Tamriel. When one conversation caught his ear. "Did you hear?" one patron said to another. "Someone actually robbed the Dragonborn's home in Whiterun!" The other leaned forward, "Really!?" The first nodded, "But they only stole some old dwarven dagger or some such. Whoever they were, they're lucky the Dovahkiin retired to High Hrothgar." The old redguard raised an eyebrow, but after that the conversation grew rather dull. He had heard the door open several times during it and turn to observe several new faces. "Hmm, interesting..."
     
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  2. Kir the Silent

    Kir the Silent Until Your Flesh Is Consumed

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    Sorry if all that is a bit long winded or too much, when I create a character I just prefer to give them depth and complexity. Hoping that the reader will form an emotional connection or just enjoys him. Also as more of an intellectual character he is only slightly skilled with a blade, preferring the command tent or stealth(Cloak and Dagger) to the frontlines of a battle. There is deffinently room for improvement in his fighting skills. Also he has no enchanted weapons or amor, his armor is simply leather and fur. His sword, an elven longsword.
     
  3. Sid

    Sid The fairly crap Pokémon trainer....

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    I've decided I'm fine Changing my character completely to fit in with the story So here's my knew Character:
    Name: Fenrir Ice-Veins
    Race: Nord
    Age: 38
    Position: Trainer
    Birth Place: Passwall, Shivering Isles
    Current Residence: Wreck of the Winter War
    Alliances or Affiliations: Ex-Stormcloak Associate
    Occupation: Mercenary
    Appearance: Has a lot of Wolf like features; Light Grey almost white Eyes, Long (Just beyond the shoulder) brown hair and a full face beard (basically a ,ore bushy version of Ralof's Beard). He has a wide hook nose. He always is covered in some mud, and usually looks travel-worn. Around 6'4" and about 175 lbs. Dark green war paint going from both eyes to throat (Warpaint No. 7 from the far left). Wields Duskfang/Dawnfang and a often a shield made in the fashion of Targe of the Blooded. He akso wields a crossbow with steel bolts. He wears a adaptation of Stormcloak Armour, banded Iron Pauldrons, and its a dark grey colour with a light grey Wolf Insignia (See Bottom). He wears no shoes, gauntlets or helmets.
    Personality: Has rather cheerful typical Nord personality. One of his undoubted weakness' has to be his love of Mead, Sweet Roles and Wolves. At his worst he can be stubborn, brutish and annoying. At his best he can be stubborn, kind and loyal. His trust is not easily gained and losing his trust is more likely than not. He also has a passion for architecture and Akaviri history.
    History: Born into the settlement of Passwall, his Great-Great-Grandfather was Jayred Ice-Vein, the slayer of the Gate-Keeper. At the age of 12 his parents were executed for a reason he didn't know why. When he was 20 he was banished from the Realm for "Bringing Hircines Curse to this Realm." He understood now why his parents had been killed, they had been Lycanthropes, thus making him a Lycan. Once transported to Tamriel he made his way to Windhelm. He was accepted into the community. When the Civil War broke out he immediately offered his services to Ulfric (A bit like Hessians to the Brits in 18th century). Fenrir was one of the few who escaped the Dragon Attack on Helgen However when Ulfric was killed he fled to Wreck of the Winter War. There have been only a few times when he lost control of his wolf form, all the time ending in casualties.
    Role-Playing Sample: (You've already got that from earlier, just change the names and races to match.)


    [​IMG] This Insignia without the T and the Wolf's light grey
     
  4. The Phantom

    The Phantom Consulting Criminal

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    No, your character doesn't now suit the thread. You're still a veteran with powerful enchanted weapons! You're just not from the Isles!
     
  5. Sid

    Sid The fairly crap Pokémon trainer....

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    It fits the thread more than the last one as he has a reason to hate the empire. oh and 1 enchanted weapon
     
  6. A.Auditore

    A.Auditore maybe...

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    *throws papers* Ok Here it is...


    Name: Eruraviel or Eru for short

    Age: 26

    Sex: Female

    Race: Nord

    Position: Enlisted

    Birthplace: Dawnstar

    Current Residence: Whiterun

    Alliances or Affiliations: None

    Occupation: Farmer


    Appearance:

    Standing at 5'5 with a small yet well-toned frame, her hair is shoulder-length, red with a black undertone, and is normally worn loose and curled out. She has hazel eyes with a yellowish hue to them and a scar above her lip on the left side. Both of her ears are pierced and an elaborate marking covers her entire right arm, from shoulder to wrist.


    Personality: Erus’ personality is hard to match at times because you never know what she is about to do, if you were to describe her it would be like the weather always changing and unpredictable, she can be smiles and sunshine during a rainstorm yet it could be sunny and not a cloud out and she can be grumpy and hating life. At times she looks calm and collected and can be very pleasant but when provoked depending on the state of the “crime” she has three stages of anger: One is the sarcastic stage, where she talks to you but it is always in a sarcastic tone , Two is the anger stage, where she talks to you but it’s in the manner of her getting ready to strike you and lastly which is not very often and one that she herself does not like to be in is the silent stage, where she sits silently and plots her revenge on you, but like her other side (she’s not bipolar or has a spilt persona) when she is not angered she is sweet and pleasant to be around with, this part of her has won many hearts of the opposite sex but has lead down to a unpleasant path, mostly of which her being screwed over by, thus her silent anger emerges.

    History: Eru was born to a Nord mother and father in Dawnstar. Her childhood wasn’t good and it wasn’t bad it was more in the middle, at a young age she helped her mother around the house with little chores, such as washing dishes and clothes and cleaning the floors of their small home, after a while and finally fed up with the harsh cold weather of Dawnstar her parents moved themselves and her to Whiterun and build a farm, harvesting produce and mending to livestock, well what was left over after the war, they started to slowly rebuild and giving half of what they had farmed to whoever needed it in their time of need.Soon it became time for her to travel out and make small deliveries to the nearby villages and homes and given the current events, her father thought it would be wise to at least teach her how to defend herself when she was out on the road. Her parents passed away one cold winter day, and she was soon by herself on the little farm, with nothing else left she stayed until an opportunity presented itself.

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  7. Znowcicle

    Znowcicle Chimera~

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    Here it is! Finally! I hope you all like her. I would really enjoy playing her. :)
    Name: Le'zha Rinjin

    Age: 25 or 27 (depending on if the time this RP takes place is in 4E 213 or 4E 215)

    Sex: Female

    Race: Nord

    Position: Refugee

    Birthplace: Whiterun, Skyrim

    Current Residence: The Chillfurrow Farm near Whiterun.

    Alliances or Affiliations: Imperial Legion (severed), the Khajiit caravans, and Mara.

    Occupation: Sells vegetables and helps tend the farm. She also writes.

    Appearance: Le'zha is Nordic in appearance and gained a lot of her physical attributes from her mother. She acquired the same pale complexion as her mother, but she has the muddy green color of her eyes from her father. Her hair is long, extending down past her waist but not much farther, and it is tawny in color with some golden blonde strands and some dusty brown strands. Her hair usually has two braids on either side of her head that connect at the back of her head as a sort of crown. She has a birthmark on the left side of her neck. It is simply an oval that is a little darker in color than the rest of her skin. She also has tiny moles on her neck in various places. She is of average height, but her weight is slightly over average. She has wide-set hips, and her thighs are somewhat thick. Her stomach is not flat, but nor is it flabby, and her chest is average although her broad shoulders dwarf it.

    Personality: Le'zha Rinjin is calm person. She believes in second chances, to an extent, and is caring to everyone until you give her a reason not to be. Quiet, and mostly resolved, she likes to help others and is contemplative. She also likes to read and to write riddles and poems. She is a generous soul that hates to see others go without. She is strong in her opinions, when she finds the voice to speak them, and she is protective over those she loves, especially children.
    Although she is this generous, caring person, she sometimes finds herself in bitter moods, but it depends on what set the mood off to determine how long the bitterness will last. She has a weakness for animals and there are strays that ramble across the farm because of it. She also has a divine hatred for people who have committed 'sins of flesh.' She tries to avoid those that have committed such acts due to this hatred in fear that she would remark something she may, or may not, regret.

    As for her skills, she is excellent at nurturing plants. She learned a small bit of fire magic from Wilmuth (the farmer at Chillfurrow) for necessities such as starting fires for warmth or to cook, for she does not know enough magic to use for offensive or defensive purposes. She is very philosophical and loves to give reasonable advice to those in need if they'll let her. She is also very good at distinguishing different alcohols by taste alone. She can tan hides and knows how to use a bow well enough to fell prey like deer or elk.

    History:

    Roleplaying Sample: This is one of my posts from The Black Reach Expedition. I play Azaelia whose dialogue is in white.
     
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  8. Andante

    Andante Roleplaying Moderator

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    Uther and I will be going over the applications one by one, this afternoon. We'll (hopefully) have the roles set, and the first post made by tonight - however, no promises, as it's been a busy week. Luck to you all. :D
     
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  9. Sid

    Sid The fairly crap Pokémon trainer....

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    When is tonight for you? Cause I'm a Brit I'm already in "Tonight".
     
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    Andante Roleplaying Moderator

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    Sorry for not specifying. I'm in the U.S. in the Eastern Time zone, it's currently 3:18pm here. I'm sure my "tonight" will be well into your wee hours of the morning. Sorry for that. :sadface:
     
  11. Sid

    Sid The fairly crap Pokémon trainer....

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    Thanks for confirming this. Doesn't matter
     
  12. The Phantom

    The Phantom Consulting Criminal

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    Ummm..... Think I might quickly make a new character

    Character Name: Greywyn Praeco

    Age: 38

    Sex: Male

    Race: Imperial

    Position: Enlisted, Spy

    Birthplace: Riften

    Current Residence: Hjerim

    Alliances and Allegiances: He has none

    Occupation: Diplomat for the East Empire Company

    Appearance: He is very posh and sophisticated. He has a very high posture and under normal circumstances is very well dressed. He typically sports a lot of clothes very reminiscent of the georgian era and also wears a stereotypical wig.

    Personality: He is a very deceitful man. He has a talent for lying and a nack for diplomacy. He is a very nice man if you get down to it and knows how to make friends, but also how not to make friends. His personality can sometimes be called annoying and is a bit of a "boot-licker" causing those with an already distrustful disposition to dislike him.

    History: He was born in Riften to poor parents who died soon thereafter. A kindly Argonian, Madesi, a jeweller in the markets took him in and taught him the way of the merchants, persuasion. He eventually took an interest in politics and was adept at what politicians do most, lie. He started out as a speaker for the Riften merchants committee and was soon recruited by the Empire, then at war with the Aldmeri Dominion. At the end of the war he was present at the signing of the White-Gold Concordat but was strongly against the Emperor accepting the ban on Talos and the abolition of the Blades. Outraged by this when the Stormcloak rebellion began he sided with the Stormcloaks as their ambassador. Following their defeat and the death of Ulfric he stayed in Windhelm as the ambassador for Brunwulf Free-Winter. He was fired after he agreed to terms that was against the Empires ethics. Praeco stayed in Windhelm living off the money that he had already earned prior. Until one day the Thalmor burst into his house and tried to arrest him, he hid in the secret cupboard room in Hjerim and fled to Helgen, a place he heard was starting a revolution.
    Roleplaying Sample: You have already seen my style on other threads and my previous posts.... Hope that counts if not then let me know.
     
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    Wishmaker1234 Speaker to the Dazed

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  14. Andante

    Andante Roleplaying Moderator

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    Three named positions remain open. If you'd like to change your character's position before we begin, please let us know.
     
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    Znowcicle Chimera~

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    Oh my goodness! I'm so excited that you and Uthy have allowed me to participate! Thank you so much! I look forward to writing my first post with Le'zha. :)
     
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    Andante Roleplaying Moderator

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    For clarification, the role play is currently closed to new applicants. Thank you to everyone who applied and showed interest. If we need new, or more players in the future we'll be sure to let everyone know. :)
     
  17. Kir the Silent

    Kir the Silent Until Your Flesh Is Consumed

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    Yes I'm in :D This has the makings to be an incredible rp and I'm glad I get to be in it. Thanks Uther and Andante
     
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  18. Melee

    Melee I'm back, bitches

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    I'm so excited for this to start! :D Thanks so much for letting me be a part of this guys! :)
     
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  19. Sid

    Sid The fairly crap Pokémon trainer....

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    Well that could have gone down better...
     
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    death raider Thalmor Ambassador

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