18+ The Last Dragonborn (Recruiting, Spoilers)

[The Phantom]

Okay now you're in!

 

[Humbungala]

sick!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

[The Phantom]

One last question though. Blades or Greybeards?

 

[Humbungala]

The blades!

 

[The Phantom]

I will recruit one more on the condition they are a warrior.

 

[Writes-Many-Posts]

for which side? blades or greybeards?

 

[The Phantom]

Don't really mind. Probably Greybeards.

 

[Falaember]

is there any open spots?

 

[IAmRoggvar98]

Yes, for a warrior character, I believe

 

[Falaember]

Oh. I normally use a mage

 

[IAmRoggvar98]

Ask Lucius, he runs the place. Maybe he has a spot for you

 

[heliumradio]

Ask Lucius, he runs the place. Maybe he has a spot for you

I think it'd have to be a pretty unique warrior based on our current lineup, but if you have one, awesome!

 

[Zander Feredon]

Name: Destrik MoorHaven
Race:Breton
Age:691 (appears to be 46)
Afflictions: Vampirism
Class: Bodyguard/Forgemaster
Appearance-
Height:5'9
Weight:220
Hair: long unkept, 2 small braids down each side, and a neatly trimmed beard/Mustache combo
Hair Color: Ashen Grey
Eyes: Solid black,gives the appearance of staring into 2 bottomless pits of despair
Body Type: Muscular Build,Scarred from many battles with foes who's names he cannot even remember.
Apparel: See's no need for headgear, wears a full ebony plate of armor engraved with the insignia of Volkihar.
His weapon is a bound battle axe conjured from Molag Bal's plane of oblivion, He christened it with the name ''Anima Reddat'' or Soul Render in the language of the nords.


Personality: Sadistic, enjoys torturing his enemies before simply granting them the death they beg for.Quiet, and calculating, see's no need to waste words on meaningless conversations or arguments, only speaks when he deems it necessary. To him, actions will always speak louder than words.

Likes: Sex,Blood,Torture, Punishment, giving foes false hope and crushing it only to watch their eyes as they realize all is lost, and mead.

Dislikes:Cowards, Stendarr,Fire,Love,And Hope.

Bio: Born and raised in castle Volkihar as cattle for the nobles, he spent his life in a cell, knowing only what his mother taught him, being raised around constant death turned him into a sadist at an early age, by the time he was 14 he had already murdered 4 of his other cellmates and made a habit of torturing and robbing all of the ''lesser beings'' in his cell, The only person he ever truly cared for was his mother, Cynthia MoorHaven. At the Age of 20 he was being fed on regularly, to the point of near death, and made a habit of attempting to fight off his ''captors'' every time they came to feed, by age 32 he was separated into his own cell and kept away from all other living people, this segregation did not do anything to help his already sadistic disposition, within the first 2 years of his segregation he had already killed 12 Vampires who came to feed upon him and made a habit of removing their teeth as trophies. From the age of 32-45 he tirelessly worked on his physical stature and combat skills, as much as he possibly could within the confines of a cage, using the Vampires who desired to feed, as unwilling sparring partners, On a day much like any other, a group of hungry vampires came to feed upon him after a run in with the dawnguard, but the only thing that made this day notable compared to any other, is the fact that the vampire lord, known as Harkon, Had arrived with the soldiers to feed, As 2 of the soldiers entered his cell, Destrik Made his move, ready to kill the vampire lord and escape, he pounced on the nearest of the two, and snapped his neck between his hands like it were made of glass, the second vampire advanced upon Destrik, in hopes to remove him from his comrade, and Destrik rounds on his would be attacker, and slams him to the floor,immediately he begins to slam his bare knuckles into the vampires face, entering into a frenzied rage, he failed to notice the other 2 who were standing outside the cage with Lord Harkon, And they lifted him from the ground and pinned him to the wall, Lord Harkon then approached and addressed him directly, ''You have much fight in you boy, why let such talent go to waste, you've dispatched 2 of my personal guard in mere minutes, and they were two of the best to ever enter my service, Now i have need to replace them, So, i give you a choice, Join me, and i shall grant you an eternity filled with bloodshed,violence,and destruction''
Destrik responded by spitting at the Lords feet.
''I admire your resolve, but shall we see how strong your conviction truly is, what would it take to have you join me, shall i slaughter every man,woman,and child in this place, and make you watch''
Destrik, still unswayed, looks the Lord in the face and replies ''Feel free, Ive been needing more space to stretch my legs, and that would free up an awful lot of space, now wouldn't it?''
Destrik glances at his mother for only a fraction of a second, but that fraction of a second was all Harkon needed to call his bluff.
''Well boy, you are truly cold, i see there is no way to convince you otherwise, You two, drag him into the center of the holding chambers,i shall return shortly''
The two vampire soldiers did as they were told and Lord Harkon returns shortly afterwards holding a short woman by the hair.
''Cynthia MoorHaven, My,My, Dont you look just good enough to eat? What say you men, shall we take turns draining this one until her heart no longer beats?'' Asked the Vampire Lord.

Destrik Struggles against his captors, and breaks free, drawing the sword from the first guards belt and decapitating them both in one swift movement, he turns to advance on Harkon only to realize his teeth are mere inches from his mothers throat, he stops dead.

''One more chance boy, Join me or she will die tonight''
Destrik drops the blade and bends a knee to Lord Harkon, '' I Will Serve'' he says through gritted teeth.
Harkon drags Cynthia to her cell and slams it shut, ''I am fair boy, if you prove useful then i promise, one day soon, i shall..shall we say...set her free,now come with me, i have a gift to give you,unlike any other you've received.
Destrik failed to notice the tone and way Lord Harkon worded his promise, and he will not entirely understand until many years later.
Ten years After that exchange, Destrik learns a horrible truth about the bargain he struck with the vampire lord, Instead of actually releasing his mother like Harkon promised, Harkon had her brutally slain,only a year after Destrik entered into his service. Once Destrik found out this harsh truth, he went into a frenzy, brutally dismembering 13 vampires in castle Volkihar, and making his escape into the night. Ever since those event took place, destrik has been wondering the lands of skyrim, as a bodyguard for hire, he has slain so many men, that he cannot even remember their names,or faces, they are merely a blur in his mind, and he has never, felt any remorse for his actions

 

[Artemis Shadows]

Name: Destrik MoorHaven
Race:Breton
Age:691 (appears to be 46)
Afflictions: Vampirism
Class: Bodyguard/Forgemaster
Appearance-
Height:5'9
Weight:220
Hair: long unkept, 2 small braids down each side, and a neatly trimmed beard/Mustache combo
Hair Color: Ashen Grey
Eyes: Solid black,gives the appearance of staring into 2 bottomless pits of despair
Body Type: Muscular Build,Scarred from many battles with foes who's names he cannot even remember.
Apparel: See's no need for headgear, wears a full ebony plate of armor engraved with the insignia of Volkihar.
His weapon is a bound battle axe conjured from Molag Bal's plane of oblivion, He christened it with the name ''Anima Reddat'' or Soul Render in the language of the nords.


Personality: Sadistic, enjoys torturing his enemies before simply granting them the death they beg for.Quiet, and calculating, see's no need to waste words on meaningless conversations or arguments, only speaks when he deems it necessary. To him, actions will always speak louder than words.

Likes: Sex,Blood,Torture, Punishment, giving foes false hope and crushing it only to watch their eyes as they realize all is lost, and mead.

Dislikes:Cowards, Stendarr,Fire,Love,And Hope.

Bio: Born and raised in castle Volkihar as cattle for the nobles, he spent his life in a cell, knowing only what his mother taught him, being raised around constant death turned him into a sadist at an early age, by the time he was 14 he had already murdered 4 of his other cellmates and made a habit of torturing and robbing all of the ''lesser beings'' in his cell, The only person he ever truly cared for was his mother, Cynthia MoorHaven. At the Age of 20 he was being fed on regularly, to the point of near death, and made a habit of attempting to fight off his ''captors'' every time they came to feed, by age 32 he was separated into his own cell and kept away from all other living people, this segregation did not do anything to help his already sadistic disposition, within the first 2 years of his segregation he had already killed 12 Vampires who came to feed upon him and made a habit of removing their teeth as trophies. From the age of 32-45 he tirelessly worked on his physical stature and combat skills, as much as he possibly could within the confines of a cage, using the Vampires who desired to feed, as unwilling sparring partners, On a day much like any other, a group of hungry vampires came to feed upon him after a run in with the dawnguard, but the only thing that made this day notable compared to any other, is the fact that the vampire lord, known as Harkon, Had arrived with the soldiers to feed, As 2 of the soldiers entered his cell, Destrik Made his move, ready to kill the vampire lord and escape, he pounced on the nearest of the two, and snapped his neck between his hands like it were made of glass, the second vampire advanced upon Destrik, in hopes to remove him from his comrade, and Destrik rounds on his would be attacker, and slams him to the floor,immediately he begins to slam his bare knuckles into the vampires face, entering into a frenzied rage, he failed to notice the other 2 who were standing outside the cage with Lord Harkon, And they lifted him from the ground and pinned him to the wall, Lord Harkon then approached and addressed him directly, ''You have much fight in you boy, why let such talent go to waste, you've dispatched 2 of my personal guard in mere minutes, and they were two of the best to ever enter my service, Now i have need to replace them, So, i give you a choice, Join me, and i shall grant you an eternity filled with bloodshed,violence,and destruction''
Destrik responded by spitting at the Lords feet.
''I admire your resolve, but shall we see how strong your conviction truly is, what would it take to have you join me, shall i slaughter every man,woman,and child in this place, and make you watch''
Destrik, still unswayed, looks the Lord in the face and replies ''Feel free, Ive been needing more space to stretch my legs, and that would free up an awful lot of space, now wouldn't it?''
Destrik glances at his mother for only a fraction of a second, but that fraction of a second was all Harkon needed to call his bluff.
''Well boy, you are truly cold, i see there is no way to convince you otherwise, You two, drag him into the center of the holding chambers,i shall return shortly''
The two vampire soldiers did as they were told and Lord Harkon returns shortly afterwards holding a short woman by the hair.
''Cynthia MoorHaven, My,My, Dont you look just good enough to eat? What say you men, shall we take turns draining this one until her heart no longer beats?'' Asked the Vampire Lord.

Destrik Struggles against his captors, and breaks free, drawing the sword from the first guards belt and decapitating them both in one swift movement, he turns to advance on Harkon only to realize his teeth are mere inches from his mothers throat, he stops dead.

''One more chance boy, Join me or she will die tonight''
Destrik drops the blade and bends a knee to Lord Harkon, '' I Will Serve'' he says through gritted teeth.
Harkon drags Cynthia to her cell and slams it shut, ''I am fair boy, if you prove useful then i promise, one day soon, i shall..shall we say...set her free,now come with me, i have a gift to give you,unlike any other you've received.
Destrik failed to notice the tone and way Lord Harkon worded his promise, and he will not entirely understand until many years later.
Ten years After that exchange, Destrik learns a horrible truth about the bargain he struck with the vampire lord, Instead of actually releasing his mother like Harkon promised, Harkon had her brutally slain,only a year after Destrik entered into his service. Once Destrik found out this harsh truth, he went into a frenzy, brutally dismembering 13 vampires in castle Volkihar, and making his escape into the night. Ever since those event took place, destrik has been wondering the lands of skyrim, as a bodyguard for hire, he has slain so many men, that he cannot even remember their names,or faces, they are merely a blur in his mind, and he has never, felt any remorse for his actions

I love your character he seems so...interestingly deviant. Great application, I imagine you won't have too wait long too know if you're approved.

 

[Zander Feredon]

Thanks, glad to hear it ,and i certainly hope he gets in.

 

[IAmRoggvar98]

Thanks, glad to hear it ,and i certainly hope he gets in.

I'm imagining he'll be a Blade? (bad guy)

 

[Zander Feredon]

Yes if thats possible, but as his CC states, he is for hire, so he could be hired on as muscle to hunt the dragonborn also, possibilities are endless.

 

[IAmRoggvar98]

Maybe a loose cannon kind of character, who drifts between and only truly cares for his own back? This seems like a good idea

 

[Zander Feredon]

fits his personality perfectly. :3 or he could be like a ''general'' for the dragonborns forces or something, like i said, endless capabilitys with my sadistic little destrik :3

 

[The Phantom]

Good application. You are in!