18+ Shadow Station (OOC)

[TheShadedOne]

Alright.

 

[Valin Oakthorn]

Is there still the thalmor/aldmeri dominion in this roleplay?

 

[TheShadedOne]

Yes. The faction is still there, but there are very few if any on the station.

 

[EpicVakarian]

So we're starting off fighting bandits, then whatever it is that comes onto the station later?

 

[TheShadedOne]

The thing that's on the station is, well already on the station. Just, no one knows about it yet. And really, you don't have to start off fighting anyone.

 

[EpicVakarian]

BASIC​

NAME La'ara Darkstrider
AGE 27
RACE Breton
BIRTHPLACE Bosmer homeworld
ORIGIN Breton mother, Bosmer father
CLASS Shadow Walker
GENDER Female
HEIGHT 5'5"
WEIGHT 8st, 3lbs
BMI 19.1
LATERALITY Right-handed
SEXUALITY Heterosexual
MARITAL STATUS Single
HEALTH Healthy
AFFILIATIONS No-one apart from her parents; she prefers to be a lone wolf
AFFLICTIONS None
RELIGION Atheist

APPEARANCE​

HAIR Dark brown. Close to black. Swept over back of head.​

EYE COLOUR Left eye green, right eye light, piercing blue. For reference, Left eye Right eye. The blue is the same sort of colour of a husky's eyes.
EARS Very slightly pointed, due to part-Bosmer heritage.
BUILD Small, slender, but not skinny or weak.
SKIN A reasonable tan, due to living near the equator of the Bosmer homeworld, but not overpowering.
SCARS One high on her left cheek, near her eye.
MAKE-UP Very prominent, black eyeliner, and a hint of eyeshadow.

PERSONALITY​

POSITIVE TRAITS Kind, loyal, honorable.​

NEGATIVE TRAITS Quiet, cold, very slow to trust.​

LIKES Male company (depending on who the male is), silence, honing skills.​

DISLIKES Dishonorable people, mercenaries.​

FEARS Being surrounded, never seeing her parents again, never finding someone to love.​

ASPIRATIONS To help the honorable people on the Shadow Station.​

QUIRKS Can talk quite a lot when nervous, relative to her usual self. However, she very rarely gets nervous.​

ALIGNMENT Chaotic good​

HABITS Being silent for long periods of time, staring out into space.​

HOBBIES Training to use magic more efficiently, sharpening her dagger.​

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COMBAT SKILLS​

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MASTER Light weapons, accuracy, sneak.​

EXPERT Illusion, destruction, agility, piloting.​

ADEPT Heavy weapons, alteration, one-handed.​

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RELATIONS​

ALDMERI DOMINION [DISLIKES] - Although she is atheist and their rantings don't affect her, she believes that people should choose for themselves who to worship.​

MERCENARIES [DISTRUSTS] - People who sell their services can just as easily be bought by the other side. They don't fight for whichever side is the right one; they fight for whichever one has more gold.​

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THIEVES [DISLIKES] - Dishonorable people. Steal to make their own lives better, while making others' lives worse.
EMPIRE [RESPECTS] - Although they are controlled by the Aldmeri Dominion, they still want to make peoples' lives better.

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GEAR​

ARMOUR A black, skintight bodysuit with a thin layer of protective gel inside, that prevents some of the force of damage coming in. The zip on the bodysuit is undone slightly, down to upped chest level. Some cleavage shows through. Boots are heeled, but only so that she can see over high objects more easily. Gloves are black, slick and very tight, wrapping around her fingers perfectly. (It looks like latex, but isn't.)​

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WEAPONS A small, easily hidden, silenced sub-machine gun. It is an energy weapon, so it does not need ammunition, but it does need cooling after about 30 successive shots.

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Also a pair of silenced pistols, that are projectile weapons and therefore do require ammunition, however they are rarely used.

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She also wields a small dagger in case her guns are no longer available; a black steel dagger that is immensely sharp so as to cut through standard-issue body armour.

HISTORY​

CHILDHOOD La'ara was born near the equator of the Bosmer homeworld. Her mother, a Breton, had been an adventurer who had met La'ara's father and decided to stay, forsaking her adventurous life for a husband and a child. La'ara was born early in the summer, and had inherited traits of both races. She was small, and already skilled with basic magic, as a Breton. However, she was also destined to be a fantastic archer and she had slightly pointed ears, as a Bosmer. Her mother decided to let her father name her, so she got an elven name; La'ara. However, she didn't get a surname due to the Bosmer tradition of giving children surnames based on their personality or traits.​

She grew up in a very happy, rich household that owned a school for budding warriors, of all shapes, sizes and ambitions. Because of this, she began to attend this school at a young age. This is where she got her surname; the teacher noticed that where others would blindly attack, La'ara would hold back, listen and wait, with the wisdom of someone much older than she. And when it was time to strike; where the other children charged forwards guns blazing and took out maybe four, five enemies before being defeated, La'ara would stick to the shadows, never being seen and remaining silent, even preventing her weapons making a noise. She managed to clear an entire simulation on her own without once being spotted, so she was given the surname 'Darkstrider'.​

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TEENAGE YEARS La'ara had grown to become very beautiful. At the age of fourteen, boys from the school were falling at her feet. She rejected them all, never once giving them what they wanted. She kept attending the school, and grew even more powerful, even more skilled at hunting from shadows. She became known by her surname, because it suited her so well. And eventually, when the teacher decided he could teach her no more, she left. She went to a school of magic, to learn more about funneling her essence into spells. She learnt to cast reasonably advanced spells, but never quite matched her skill at remaining undetected. Aged nineteen, she had no more to learn. She helped her parents in their daily lives a lot; the only time she spoke more than a few words was when she was talking to her parents. But she found her life boring, repetitive. She decided to do something with her life.​

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ADULTHOOD Her parents gave her a hundred thousand septims to buy a ship. For that much, she could buy a frigate; but she didn't. She bought a smaller ship for the same price, and got a fantastic deal. Military-grade tracking equipment, even higher range armour for the ship, a large piece of cloaking equipment. The ship was perfect for her; she called it Darkstrider, to match her. She was taught, by a family friend, how to work on the ship. By the time she was twenty-three, she knew every inch of the ship, inside and out. She could fix anything within its workings, and complete the most advanced aerial maneuvers. She was an expert pilot, and an expert engineer.​

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So she went on a test run. She took off from the homeworld, managing to reach the edge of their solar system before deciding she had gone far enough. She took the ship back, landing it perfectly outside her parents' house.​

She kept going on random expeditions like this, enjoying it. But she never felt like there was a good reason for her parents to give her those hundred thousand septims. She couldn't think of anything until she was twenty-six, and she heard about the Shadow Station; shrouded in mercenaries, thieves and general bad people. She decided to finally put all her skills to use; she flew off and docked with the Station. She lived there in secret, not even celebrating her birthday. She became a vigilante warrior, fighting the scum on the Station, becoming a legend among them, known as the Black of Night. And this is where La'ara's story begins...​

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As a sidenote, ShadedOne, I'm going to be doing this first-person, if you don't mind. Hope you like the character ​

 

[EpicVakarian]

Although the image of the SMG shows an ammo counter, I am creating it to be a heat counter; for instance, it stays at 0, but increases after every shot. Once it reaches 30 or so, no more firing until La'ara cools it down.

 

[Wolfbane]

I might do a little revison and add some more pictures if thars okay, Shaded.

 

[TheShadedOne]

I might do a little revison and add some more pictures if thars okay, Shaded.

That's fine.

Although the image of the SMG shows an ammo counter, I am creating it to be a heat counter; for instance, it stays at 0, but increases after every shot. Once it reaches 30 or so, no more firing until La'ara cools it down.

Alright. First person is fine as well, unless someone else has any objections?

 

[EpicVakarian]

So she's accepted? Thanks

 

[Blackwhite1223]

Hey Shaded, looks good. I think I'll try my hand at this.

Name: Galen Marxus.

Gender: Male

Race: Imperial

Age: 30

Birthplace: Terin, Imperial homeworld

Class: Sniper

Occupation: Former sniper for security forces on Terin, now a 'guardian' of those too poor or weak to fend for themselves.

Affiliations: None.

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Appearance: Just under six feet, with short black hair, and stubble on his face, with forest green eyes, and a few small scars on his hands and arms. He is muscular, from years of hand to hand training, and firing powerful sniper rifles.

Weapons: A Black Widow sniper rifle, loaded with armour piercing ammunition.
Also, he utilizes a M-77 Paladin pistol, loaded with standard ammunition.



Armour: Like this, except dark blue.

Personality: Calm, hard to shake, unless in the most desperate of situations.

Bio: Born and raised on Therin, Galen was always interested in helping people, and enforcing the law. Once he was twenty five, he joined up with the local authorities in his city. He eventually was accepted into an elite unit of snipers, and served with them for a couple of years, until a particularly bad scumbag was arrested by him and his unit. The man was released for inadmissible evidence, and Galen, knowing the evidence was nearly perfect, hunted the man, suspecting (correctly) that he'd managed to bribe the judge. Finding the criminal, Galen shot him dead. Unfortunately for him, the man had 'friends' in the security forces, and Galen found himself out of a job. Bitter, he left for Shadow Station, where he could do some real good. Now he serves the poor and weak as best he can, picking off the members of gangs with his powerful sniper rifle.

 

[Andre Marek]

Hey Shaded, mind if I pull Aden into this one?

 

[Wolfbane]

First person is okay with me. I will get a fixed CC up either tonight or tomorrow.

 

[Valin Oakthorn]

Xzavier Star-burn
Project 35 [Fail]

(Picture does not belong to me. Note that the image is not 100% accurate)
INFO
» NAME Xzavier Star-Burn
» ALIAS Project 35
» AGE 21
» RACE Bosmer and Khajiit(Cathay-Raght) mix / Clone
» BIRTH DATE Unknown
» BIRTH PLANET Kamino
» CLASS Assassin
» GENDER Male
» HEIGHT 6"0
» WEIGHT 150
» BUILD Strong, muscular.
» LATERALITY Right-handed
» SEXUALITY Straight
» MARITAL STATUS Single
» PROPERTIES N/A
» AFFILIATION Thalmor / Aldmeri Dominion
» AFFLICTIONS Anger issues
» RELIGION None
» PATRON DEITY None
» HABITS Letting his claws grow out
» HOBBIES Assassination

PERSONALITY
» POSITIVE TRAITS Clever, calm, collected
» NEGATIVE TRAITS Dark, dangerous, scary, mean.
» LIKES Killing
» DISLIKES The Empire
» FEARS Nothing
» ASPIRATIONS Survive the wars

APPEARANCE
» HAIR LENGTH Short-Medium
» HAIR COLOR Midnight Black with White tips and highlights
» FACIAL HAIR Whiskers, 5 on each cheeck.
» FACIAL HAIR COLOR Black
» EYE COLOR Icy blue
» SKIN COLOR Medium-Pale
» SCARS Very few
» ATTIRE Clone assassin armor with a less bulky helmet (First Picture), All white is painted black and all other colors is painted dark red. A Black thalmor robe worn over top (Second Picture)

SKILLS
MASTER
» One handed
» Sniping
» Sneak
EXPERT
» Heavy Armor
»Light Armor
ADEPT
»Parkour/Acrobatics
» Aircraft Piloting
APPRENTICE
» N/A
NOVICE
» Everything else
GEAR
» His Clone assassin blades extending from bicep to shoulder area (able to be retracted) which are coated in energy fields.
» His Aldmeri Dominion Sniper Rifle, twice as loud but has twice as much range.
» Elven throwing knives coated in energy fields
HISTORY
Xzavier had no name when he was born, to the empire he was just a killing machine. They made him in their cloning factories using a mix of the dominions strongest marksmen, the bosmer, and the dominions strongest assassins, the khajiit. At first, he was a miracle he was a bosmer with a elongated face containing whiskers and his hair was a mohawk of fur, trimmed as all clone hair is. He had claws like a khajiit, yet hands like an elf. He was trained alongside the human clones, the empire was happy until that day.

Xzavier was tasked with killing his first thalmor, yet, what he didn't expect was no resistance. The dominion knew of him, and wanted him on their side. The thalmor spoke to Xzavier, offered him a life, a name, to be apart of a family, not just another soldier. Xzavier accepted, and was trained to be a thalmor assassin.

Today, Xzavier believes he owes his life to the dominion for rescuing him. His unwavering loyalty has been a strong tool in the deaths of many empire leaders. Needless to say, the empire marked project 35 as a fail, while the dominion couldn't disagree more.

 

[Andre Marek]

Name: Aden Marek - Direct descendant of Andre Marek
Race: Nord
Class: Bounty Hunter
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Alignment: Orderly Neutral
Homeworld: Starflare Station
Likes: Money, Gadets, Fast Ships
Dislikes: Elves, Orcs, Lawmen, and people he thinks are 'cheap'

Physical Description: Standing at six feet one inch dead even and weighing in at two hundred pounds of lean muscle, Aden is in extremely good physical condition and has an intimidating presence because of it. He has dark brown, shortish hair which he keeps neatly trimmed and often sports a five o'clock shadow. Aden's eyes are dark green and his skin is naturally tanned despite his nordic heritage. He has a strong jawline that is reminiscent of his nordic father and high cheekbones that come from his imperial mothers side of the family.

Personality: Aden is a ruthless and thorough contract killer whose loyalty is ultimately to whoever can offer the most coin. He has absolutely zero patience for those people he dislikes and will not hesitate to make his intentions known if he becomes 'annoyed'. He is usually reserved but can have a dry, witty sense of humor when he's in a good mood. Aden trains regularly with his equipment to maintain his physique. He always keeps a cool head, even in the most stressful of situations, and knows when to make use of intimidation, outright assault, or evasion. Aden is actually a rather moral man, following his own set of beliefs. It is not uncommon for him to refuse a contract if he deems it to be dishonorable. Because he is a well sought after Hunter, and he usually charges exorbitant prices for his work, Aden can easily afford to turn down the odd job or two. He considers himself to be a lone wolf, only working with others if it is to his benefit, so you can always count on him to watch his own back, first and foremost. While he is a loner, Aden has a bit of a soft spot for those he grows to care about, however he is always willing to do whatever is necessary to survive.

Apparel : Forest green bodysuit with built in environment controls worn under light grey Mandalorian style armor complete with a black kama and cloak. He wears a lightweight jetpack along with magnetized boots for walking on metal in zero gravity. His gloves are also magnetized so he can attract his weapons, or those of his enemies, from a short distance. His helmet is the classic mando style but has only a narrow slit visor and, and a tracking/targeting computer on a flip down antenna and comes equipped with a wide range of optical enhancers and combat awareness packages. His right gauntlet houses a micro flamethrower as well as a rappelling line shooter while his left gauntlet is mounted with a small kinetic dart thrower and a retractable ten inch blade.

Weapons: M501a1 50.BMG Anti-Material Rifle with attached suppressor and targeting computer/thermal and night vision scope. M55 Argus assault rifle. DC15s heavy blaster pistol in a holster on his right thigh. Wrist mounted dart shooter, whip cord, flame thrower, and retractable blade. Concussion missile housed in jetpack.




Vehicle: Interceptor Prototype. The Judicator is Adens only real "home" and is his pride and joy. It sports top of the line sublight and hyperdrive engines as well as a powerful deflector shield. It is also equipped with a frightening array of weapons along with a cyber warfare suite. The entire ship was designed by him and no other exists nor is another ever likely to be built, seeing as he has the only copy of the plans.


Combat Preference: Marek specializes in mid to extremely long range combat, often killing his target and being gone before the body hits the ground. He is an expert marksman, having hit targets out to four kilometers away, and he has a very fast quick draw due to his magnetized gloves. He is capable in CQB, but he will do everything in his power to keep his enemies at a distance by employing hit and run tactics or by ensuring that the target is dead on his first shot.

Biography: Aden was born in the underworld of Starflare space station. His parents both died when he was very young forcing him to become self-sufficient and fend for himself in the brutal world of organized crime and murder that was Starflares core. When he was fifteen he began looking for a way off the station and stowed away on freighter bound for Theren. Once he arrived planet side he began working for various mobsters and other villains as an enforcer. Despite his young age, he did well because of his size and a natural aptitude for that kind of work. After ten years or so of this he has left the life of organized crime in favor of working alone as a contract hitman and bounty hunter. He is now a respected and feared Bounty Hunter and often works for some of the most influential people the galaxy.

 

[EpicVakarian]

That's the seventh CC, shouldn't be too much longer (hopefully)

 

[TheShadedOne]

Alright, so far everyone looks good to go. I'll get the official thread up once I get back.

 

[EpicVakarian]

Are you not waiting to see if anyone else wants to apply? I mean, I'm all for starting, but I'm just thinking, what if someone comes in with a really good CC and can't join?

 

[TheShadedOne]

If I think it's good, I'll usually let them join.

 

[EpicVakarian]

Okay. If you can get it up in the next half hour, I'll be able to post (probably) but I won't be in tomorrow so the only times I'll be able to post soon is in the next half hour, and in about 22 hours from now.