18+ The Morag Tong Returns

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    Boudica

    English Yao Ming
    Name - Kud-Ei (Steals with shadows)
    Sex - Female
    Age - 30
    Race - Argonian

    Appearance -
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    Kud-Ei has always appeared more masculine and used this to her advantage. Her warpaint and the carves in her horns are the only vestiges of femininity that she adorns her body with; the preening and the glossing that many females do has no place in her life as she is constantly working under the shadows of death and punishment.
    She stands around 5'8" (another hint at her gender) and has predominantly greys colouring the scales around her body; the only exceptions being the deep, dark brown (almost black) strip of scales along her snout and the odd few dotting her back and neck. The reason that she wears yellow is because that is the primary colour of her lounge and she wears it to honour her family, her birthplace and the Hist.
    The wound sustained to the middle of her forehead was caused by a rogue dagger attack, it splitting the tough scales with its sharp metal and putting Kud-Ei into a great deal of pain. The wound is still yet to heal, but it has been protected with a special sealing slave from the Hist and sew together with rather crude stitching. It remains a symbol of toughness and tenacity, which she looks upon with a sort of pride.
    Kud-Ei is naturally more 'spiky' than her other sisters of the brood, and did cause her to be mistaken as male upon her hatching. But, when these spikes didn't develop as fully as those on her brothers, she stopped getting mistaken as male by other argonians and foreign strangers.
    Armour - Kud-Ei wears predominatly leather armour as it allows for great versatility and mobility in the types of guerilla warfare and espionage she is usually involved in. Yet, she rarely covers her head with any sort of helmet or cowl and both of her hands remain uncovered as she rips through a majority of them with her talons. Instead, she wears an archers finger guard on her right hand as that does a sufficient job of protecting her scales from constant rubbing with the bowstring.
    Weaponry - This argonian prefers silent, quick and deadly weapons to achieve her goals as she isn't one to run blindly into the open and start hacking at things. For her more, quiet purposes, she employs a bow and two daggers; simple, sturdy, strong and sharp....just like their owner,

    Personality - Kud-Ei can be incredibly stern and yet incredibly jovial when the situations arise and she is also considered extremely single-minded. When on the job, nothing can deter her, playing her sympathies will not work, neither will bribery or grovelling. If you are on her hit-list, you are dead as she will hunt you to the ends of the earth and beyond into oblivion. However, she is respectful whilst still slightly proud and vain, but is also fiercely loyal and passionate when concerning those that she loves - be they the borders of her land or the family and friends close to her.
    She can be light-hearted when the mood takes her, and, more often than not, will not want to start a fight with anyone; preferring the more simple, lets all get on and have pie and ale.

    Bio - TBA

    Primary skills - Archery, Sneak, One-handed, Light-armour
     

    Why-So-Serious?

    It's a revolution... I suppose.
    As requested, my character card. Still considering whether my character actually fits in with this RP.

    Name: Oriton (O-rye-ton)

    Age: 23

    Race: Imperial - Vampire

    Appearance:
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    Oriton's hair is a murky blonde colour with a rough anime look to it. The second picture shows the style the best. The first a second picture show what his armour looks like, but the first shows what his swords look like. The second picture depicts him the best.

    Personality: Oriton is quite shy when it comes to talking with others and when he does speak it is usually quite short lived. He doesn't like to open up to people often and the fact that he is a vampire is his most well kept secret. Orition hates the fact that he is a Vampire and doesn't want anyone to know. Sometimes he will kill to defend his secret. He is far from your typical Vampire. He feeds on animal blood (and even then does not kill the animal) although this makes him weaker than he would be if he fed on human blood. He has learnt to cope with the light through forcing himself outside during the early days of becoming a vampire and eats as a normal person would although it is not necessary. Oriton isn't sly, evil, or extremely wise like most other Vampires, it is in his greatest interest to act like a normal person.

    Aside from this, Orition is a very loyal person and as well as guarding his secret, will defend his leader at the time with his life. He is usually popular among people he follows because of this despite his quiet personality.

    Skills/class: Oriton is a duel-wield warrior who uses Samurai-like swords in battle. (Like the sword in the first picture.) He is stealthy but also honourable. He prefers that his enemies know he is there so they have a fair duel. He has not skill in magic of any kind but does not shun those who use it like most non-magic users. As well as this he does not posses any skill with the bow. He takes immense pride in his weapons as they were given to him by his farther. (how cliché) and have the word 'Honour' inscribed into the side of each.

    Backstory: Oriton was raised in Cyrodil by his father alone as his mother died in labour. His father was a masterful swords-man but practised in a different way to most people who believed in simply charging into battle and hoping to deal more damage than they took. Orition's father believed that you must be honourable in battle and outmanoeuvre your opponent. He was trained since a young age and on his sixteenth birthday, when he had mastered his fathers teaching, was given his Samurai swordsby his father. His Father also gave him one hundred septims, a satchel and three books, telling him to explore the world. Orition left his home after saying goodbye to his family and friends and headed straight to Skyrim after hearing that it was a very troubled country. This interested him... Soon after arriving he was attacked by a group of Vampire fledglings that he managed to fend of and kill, but at the cost of his mortality.
     

    Bropo

    Consummate of Oration
    Name: Doh'Sir (Dough-Shear)

    Race:Argonian

    Class:Nightblade

    Gender: Male
    Looks:Average looking Argonian with certain distinguishable marks and colors. Red illuminates along his forehead as well as below his dark transparent eyes with a likeness to a cats. Yellows embellish his brows and his long definite cheeks, creating a camouflage that seems to have worked wonders for him during his various trials and adventures. He has no special collection of unique horns that many of his race brandish, he believes it was part of his evolutionary prowess as these things would make concealment more......difficult. In fact the only horns he does possess are a pair of 3 horns trans-versing his jawline with a few inches separating each individual horn.

    History: Doh'Sir's childhood was filled with enough turmoil and experiences that time should only grant a wicked man. As a hatchling he was abandoned and barely made it to a town somewhere near Morrowind, where a young Dark Elf girl saw the small scaled creature and thought it was the most precious thing she had ever laid eyes on. Upon his slight aging, probably around the age of 5-10 he grew to resent the girl and her family as he was no pet, but a person. He was fed up with their antics and cutesy pet names.

    In the still of the night he took with him a dagger, provisions to survive for a week or so, and the families prized horse. He had no idea where he would go, but knew he must leave. One day he stumbled upon two people fighting in what seemed like a never ending battle as these were, to him, master swordsmen. Observing them he began to think and ponder, coming to the conclusion that one had to be the better and he would be the trial and jury. These two fighters appeared to him as a Dark Elf and an Orcish woman. Pondering the plain fact that men are naturally more physically attuned than women, he realized that this woman was much smarter than her Elfen opponent and was superior. He knew that he would need a master to apprentice under if he had any hope of surviving. It was either that or return to his prior "family" with his tail tucked between his legs, and Doh'Sir was much to prideful to do something so...belittling.

    He drew his dagger from the inside of his boot where it had been intertwined between his laces. Promptly after he raced to a nearby rock that, by the current state of the fight, they would eventually pass. As the clinking and clashing of blades smashing into each other grew louder and louder Doh'sir grew more and more anxious, he had never used a blade in his life before, and he wasn't sure he was prepared to either. But the battle would not wait for him to prepare and the time to strike was now. He ripped the dagger into the Dark Elf's side, along his back, right below the ribs. The Dark Elf was astonished, and sprawled to jump away and distanced himself from both the boy and the Orcish woman.

    His actions were in vain, he had trapped himself upon a tree and the two were closing in. Calculating, the man decided to lunged in unison with his weight as to pierce the boy in the chest. However, the boy bolted to the side and gripped the mans hand between his sharp razor-like teeth as to stay his sword. The woman being so perceptive and agile swiftly gave one wicked swing and the man toppled to the floor. Doh'Sir released his grip as he felt the arm being drawn to ground below.

    "Well aren't you a fast little critter?" The woman asked sarcastically but also reassuring. "What made you so inclined to be my little hero then?". Doh'Sir half hesitant managed to gather some words, "My name is Doh'sir, I ran away from my owners."So you're a slave then?" She looked at him with some condemnation. Doh'Sir realized he had chosen his words poorly and corrected himself thusly, "No, not a slave I was a......pet." He looked down to hide the shame that slowly encompassed his face "I knew I wouldn't be able survive on my own, so I sought to find someone smart and strong enough to become my master....and, as I watched you two fight from the shadows, I came to realize that it was you who possessed the prowess of both.

    " After a bit more dialogue and a few terrible jokes, both decided they would be a great pair. The Orc woman taught him how to smith,shoot a bow, handle a sword, forage in the wild, hunt, create potions and poisons, and finally how to wield magic. Approaching the end of Doh'Sir's apprenticeship, he began to favor the art of stealth, using a dagger, bow, and a variety of Illusion Magics. In time, This woman became a mother to him an was truly the only person felt "love" for. She provided him with the means to survive as well as an astute use of his tongue. Together the pair had risen greatly in stature amongst the political realm and quickly became known throughout the various cities they traversed so very often.

    On a night not so graceful, filled with wind and harsh rains, they went to discuss the ongoing policy of military tactics. Doh'Sir and his "mother" got into an extremely heated debate amongst each other. Doh'sir went outside to calm down and think of how to convince his mother to embrace his point, his mother came to comfort him and assured him she knew it was for the sake of politics and nothing personal. Based on the composure of the two inside however, a man looking to seize power had slipped past the guests and proceeded towards the two. With unrelenting force he drove his dagger through the neck of Doh'Sir's mother and escaped back to the reserves of the inside. Perfect for him as everyone was adorned in similar robes and the weather had been too harsh for Doh'Sir to get a clear look at the assassin.

    Unfortunately because of his demeanor towards his mother during their heated debate, when the guard was informed the blame was solely on Doh'sir. They came as she was dying in his hands and all evidence pointed to him and he knew how it looked to them. So instead of being held in a jail for the murder of his own kin, he vanished, aided with his illusion magic and the mask of the ensuing storm. He gathered all he could from his house and set out to towards Skyrim, where the civil war would keep the empire distracted from himself. His life had begun and the graces of his mother had prepared him for the obstacles he would soon face.

    The Morag Tong: The Inception

    Recently he began searching for the Dark Brotherhood after reading a book on the Morag Tong, believing them all but gone and the brotherhood as his only option.Through months of hard work, sleuthing, snooping, and investigating he has stumbled upon a gold mine of information. Apparently the Morag Tong will rise yet again, and he plans to be at the Epicenter of the rising, quickly seizing both rank and power as well as diplomatic immunity for himself.

    The Morag Tong being a group of skilled assassins soon caught on to the Argonian's prying into their organization and quickly struck an investigation on his origins. The only information they could find was that he seemed to be a runaway for murder of his own family, this fact alone peaked the interest of the group. They figured he was ruthless and would be an incredible asset to both their means as well as their organizations means.

    Late one night when he was sleeping he was awoken by a tapping at his door when he shook the sleep from his eyes an emissary of the Tong entered, simply stating that he had a decision to make. Either join the Tong, or live a life filled with the suffering of an everyday man. For Doh'Sir the choice was a simple one and he was brought to the Tong where he has thoroughly prospered and honed his skills to near perfection, but a man of such skill and admiration quickly draws new vindictive foes...

    (Don't forget to check out my equipment set...I may or may not be using my premade one. It really depends on my inspiration level and how everyone else is dressed..I'll study up on everyone here in a minute or so) Edit:
    (Ya i've got a feeling ill be sticking with the premade for now maybe later on a few things will happen and a few supplies will be gained ;) )
    Maroon Cloak of Impending Doom
     

    Captain Nagisus

    Jake the Dog!
    You are aware that the Tong is about Mephala, not the Night Mother?
     

    PREDITOR RETURNS

    New Member
    Name: Draith Fireblade

    Race: high Elf

    Age: 25

    Gender: Male

    Appearance:.He is a tall 6,1” in height.His hair hung down to his shoulder stained in the blood of his foes. A Grotesque Blood red scare ran the length of his face obscuring his left eye. Other than this feather he is vaguely handsome. With high cheek bones and red penetrating eyes.

    Personality: He seems nice and thoughtful, but has a cruel agitated edge that can seem to come out of nowhere. He can put a knife in your chest at a seconds notice as of years of being hunted like an animal. He takes a do or die attitude and is so determined to get to a goal he will kill anyone in his path. Friend or foe.

    Biography: He was attacked at birth and his house burned down. Staving and cold his earliest memory is of him thinking not to trust anyone ever. After several hours left in the now cooling ash of his house, laying in the spot in which both his parents gave in to the flames and perished knowing the pain would soon be over. A seemingly harmless traveller took him in for a reason much darker than anyone should ever know.

    For the next fifteen years he was to be trained as a ruthless assassin by a small largely unknown organization that no longer exists. To kill on site and not to ask questions. He never knew the horrible truth that the people he ‘killed’ were just immobilized, as the way he was trained to kill just cut the main spinal nerve, this meant that the ‘traveller’ and the organization could become the vampiric beast they are and slowly drain the life from there bodies.He knew he had to get out, escape no matter what it took. But he never had a reason, until now.

    By listening to doorways and snooping, he has just gained the information that there could have been another saviour of the fire that took his parents’ lives, his brother. After discovering this


    Weapons: Lots of throwing knives with one in almost perfect balance. Bow with a knife crafted to fit on each end of the bow for close combat. All ways carry’s a bunch of long pins

    armour: Light, well-made elven armour, but thinner and padded with good quality leather. Accompanied by elven braces that he takes great delight in incapacitating his victim and as he watches them bleed ...
    he leaves them to die
     

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