OOC The Artifact (Recruiting)

[Madrar]

It is one hundred years after the Civil War. Both the Empire and the Thalmor have left Skyrim. However, unrest has once again come to Skyrim, with unruly bandits and rebellious Jarls threatening the High King of Skyrims,(a descendant of Ulfric Stormcloak) rule. Heroes have been summoned to the city of Whiterun, to meet and form a band of adventurers, with orders to discover a lost artifact of powerful magic that may be able to unite Skyrim forever. But as it is in all times of strife and trouble, not all is as it seems.....
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OK, so for this RP I'm only planning on a max of ten people. Otherwise it'll get too disorganized and out of hand.

Rules ​

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1: No God modding​

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2: Be courteous to your fellow Rpers' when in the OOC thread.​

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3: Make sure to use proper punctuation,grammar, and complete sentences.​

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4: No one line posts.​

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5: Swearing when in character is allowed to a certain extent (don't go overboard with cuss words)​

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6: You can have more than one character, as long as you can handle it.​

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7: Enjoy the Role play. That is what it's therefore.​

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Participants​

6/10​

Madrar as Vilmar & Avani Mourne​

Anwrise888 as Anwrise Harr​

blue 468 as Aranirr​

Belle as Briar Anrel
Longest Skies As Valar Malus Hermaeus Mora as Alphonse el Valiente
Perry M as Athena Manivar

 

[Madrar]

Name: Vilmar Mitharius
Age: Two thousand years, looks just over thirty in human years
Gender: Male
Species: Altmer
Alignment: Neutral Good
Weapons: 'Judgement' an elven great sword.
Armour: Gilded elven armour, gauntlets, and boots.
Height: 6'4"
Appearance: Gold-yellow eyes, long light blonde hair, a long scar on the right side of his jaw, and a typical elven face with high cheekbones and a narrow nose.

Attitude: Kind, if somewhat aloof when dealing with others, only has any real feelings for Avani Mourne, his companion.

Back story: Arrogant and cruel in his youth, Vilmar was cursed by a powerful mage, never to age and never to die unless it be by the blade. Humbled, Vilmar devoted his life to the blade and became extremely efficient at using his two handed great sword, he named Judgement. He wields the great blade as if it is an extension of his own body. He has traveled all of Tamriel, fighting both the good and the evil, although he no longer takes pleasure in killing as he once did. He still worships the elven god Trinimac. He wears a deep purple cloak, fastened with an ancient broach that once belonged to his father. He has come to Skyrim in search of some sort of peace, although recent events make peace once again doubtful.
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Name: Avani Mourne
Age: One hundred years of age, looks to be just over twenty human years.
Gender: Female
Species: Half Vampire/Altmer
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Weapons: An ebony bow, a pair of ebony daggers
Armour: Elven infiltrator armour. (A variation of Nightingale armour, minus the mask.
Height: 5'11"

Attitude: Has an intense hatred for both Nords and Salthar Vivarian.

 

[Anwrise888]

Name: Anwrise Harr
Age: 480 (uses magic to age less)
Gender: Male
Species: Dark Elf
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Weapons: Ancient steel plate gauntlets with sharpened fingertips and a vast arsenel of spells.
Armour: Black robes with ancient plate and mail sewed in.
Height: 5'6"
Appearance: Bright red eyes, long wild black hair, A young delicate but harsh face high cheekbones with a slightly crooked nose. Skin is light grey.
Attitude: Polite but cynical. Has a dark sense of humor.

Back story: Has been a adveturer/ random enemy in ruins and caves/ex villian. Some times looks for advice from his dad, who is also a lich (kind of a captain Jack Sparrow and father relationship). Was a stormcloak agent during the civil war. Is also friendly with rogue spell casters , wizards, necromancers and ect. Still trying decide if he should become a lich or a vampire.
(This is my first fantasy forum RP and have been looking forward to being in one. I should do good)

 

[blue 468]

I'd like to join if you would have me my cc is in my sig it's Arannir

 

[Madrar]

Ok, both of yours seem pretty good.

 

[Belle]

I'll join ^_^

I don't have a character card right now, but I'll post one soon!

 

[Seanu Reaves]

Would you mind if I joined?

 

[Perry M]

Name: Athena Manivar
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Species: Breton
Alignment: Chaotic good/ good
Weapons: 'Paler' Crossbow with a paralysis enchantment
Armour: Set similar the shrouded armour, or the Ancient Shrouded armour.
Height: 6'1
Appearance: Quite tall, with dark brown hair and brown eyes. Quite skinny and has a small scar on her left cheek.

 

[Belle]

Done

Name: Briar Anrel
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Species: Bosmer
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Weapons: Daggers and bows are her primary weapons. She keeps an ebony knife on her at all times, and also owns an ebony bow. When these are not possible, she uses whatever she can get.
Armour: Leather armour
Height: 5’2
Appearance: Light, olive skin, with a few freckles on her cheeks. Her eyes are amber, as is the norm for Bosmer, and tangled red hair. For a wood elf, her appearance is fairly average.

Personality: Dark and manipulative. She lacks empathy at times, and has no problem with stabbing an ally in the back. However, there are times when she is idealistic, and can be quite playful and immature when around close friends.
Occupation: Assassin

 

[Seanu Reaves]

Full Name: Valar Malus
Sex/Gender: Male
Race: Dark Elf
Age: 85 by human standards
Affiliation: The Companions
Appearence: Lighter gray skin, with long black hair tied into a high ponytail.
Equiptment: an antique blades sword he found, wears a loose robes, wears simple boots, and hand bindings.
Fighting Style: Casts armor spells upon himself then fights with his one handed sword in both hands. He tries
to slay his opponent before he gets hit. Usually has problems with large groups of skilled armored opponents.
Personality: a quiet type, obsessed with honor, very disciplined, though often over confident.
(will better develop him as the story goes)
Backstory: TBA
Fatal Flaw: over confidence

 

[Madrar]

Great Character cards everyone. You're in. I'll probably start the RP soon (tonight,or wednesday), and then more people can join as we progress.

 

[Hermaeus_Mora]

Hey Belle, you're back

I'll join this if you accept me.

Name: Alphonse el Valiente
Race: Redguard
Class: Javelineer
Gender: Male
Age: 36
Appearance: Medium build, not very muscular. Has short black hair usually carelessly swiped to one side. Though he is a Redguard, his skin is quite pale in comparison to his brothers, though he would still look tan to the average Imperial. Usually wears rich garbments, embroidered with a yellow castle on a red field.
Fighting style & equipment: Alphonse takes to the field of battle on a lightly armored swift brown horse called Tatar. He is lightly armored himself as well, preferring to throw javelins at his enemies from a distance while protecting himself with a kite shield rather than meeting his foe man-to-man. He is very nimble, though, and if required he can deal some damage at close range.
Biography: Alphonse is the heir to a noble House of Hammerfell, called 'Castille'. As a nobleman, he lived his life quite peacefully, marrying a woman from another Noble family at the age of 16, and fathered a daughter called Urraca el Valiente a year later. As a nobleman, he of course had combat training as a boy and continued in his later years. A man naming himself Graziano el Valiente claimed to be the rightful heir of Castille, though, and due to a forged document Alphonse and his family were evicted from the lands. Alphonse could not rest easily though, and used his abundance of money to buy a home for his wife and daughter, and set out looking for the real inheritance documents, leading him to all the important cities of Tamriel. Recent sightings place him in Skyrim.

 

[Madrar]

Glad to have you aboard.

 

[Madrar]

Ok, it's up

Private - The Artifact | Skyrim Forums

 

[Anwrise888]

So who is going to post first.

 

[Hermaeus_Mora]

The RPG leader should post first i think, to steer the story in the right direction a bit.

 

[Seanu Reaves]

So we are meeting up in Whiterun?

 

[Anwrise888]

So we are meeting up in Whiterun?

That would seem like a good idea.

 

[Madrar]

yeah, in Whiterun.

 

[Star Gazer]

Hello, gentlemen. Got a new character and i'm planning on coming back. Seeing that you have room for four more, this seems like a good place to come back to.
Name: Arb
Race: Imperial
Gender: Male
Age: Mid-30's
Appearance: Arb is very slender and has jet-black hair. His eyes are dark-blue, which stand out from his snow-white skin. He has a handlebar mustache and sideburns down below his ears.
Personality: Arb seems like the most respectful and well-mannered individual in Tamriel, but those who know him personality would say otherwise. He has developed a twisted personality over the years following his wife's death.
Equipment: Three enchanted rings, enchanted necklace, enchanted pipe, and a pair of enchanted spectacles. He wears black clothes that are usually clad in dirt and grass-stains. His only weapon is a regular crossbow, strung behind his back.
Bio: Arb's life was great, some would go as far to say it was perfect. He had a wife, dog, and large mansion outside of Falkreath. On a stormy night, he went hunting with his dog, Sebastian, while his wife stayed home and cooked. Stormy nights were the best for hunting Chaurus that had wandered out of their dark caves. Arb was in dire need of chaurus eggs, the secret ingredient of his favorite brandy. Upon his return, he found his home set alight, his wife nowhere to be seen. After much research and some help from the Falkreath guards, they concluded that the fire was set by a group of intoxicated vampires, but the guards would do nothing to help. Arb secluded himself in an abandoned tower in the northern portion of Skyrim. There, he studied the art of enchanting, and went on a mission to kill the blood-suckers that killed his wife. The vampires of Castle Volkihar had been slaughtered a century ago, but not all of the blood-thirsty killers were put to an end. After serving in the Dawnguard for a year, he was excommunicated due to his "unwillingness to cooperate with others". He searches Skyrim with a need for belonging, with no home, food, or comfort.

Hope you'll accept me!​