18+ Thy Flesh Consumed (OOC)

[Zander Feredon]

And im sure H'sikar will find Therins stuggles fairly amusing.

 

[Kir the Silent]

We're choosing colours? This is mine.

Ok lol that shade of blue is claimed.

With all of the neutral and evil, stealth-based and magic-based characters, it looks like you may benefit from a "good" melee character.

Name: Therin Guerre

Age: 30

Sex: Male

Race: Breton

Occupation: Templar of Mara

Birthplace: Evermor, High Rock

Current Residence: Temple of Mara, Riften

Alliances or Affiliations: A priest, and knight, in the Benevolence of Mara.

Appearance: Therin stands at six feet tall, and has the pale skin and slightly elfish appearance of most Bretons. He has a lithe, but muscular build honed from years at practice with shield, sword, and heavy armor. His deep brown eyes are naturally friendly, and he is quick to smile. His shoulder-length brown hair is often pulled back from his face with two braids.

Apparel: As a Templar of Mara, Therin wears a full set of steel plate armor, although he usually doffs the helm unless in direct combat, preferring instead to wear a silver diadem with a dark blue sapphire set in it. His breastplate is adorned with an image of a knot, signifying that all the people of Tamriel are bound together. His steel shield has an ankh drawn on it. Both knot and ankh are symbols of Mara. His sword is also made out of steel. He always wears an amulet of Mara, believing that her power increases his aptitude with healing spells. Outside his duties as a templar, Therin wears plain wool shirts and pants with leather boots.

Personality: Therin is devout to the Benevolence of Mara. As such, he holds the ideals of love, compassion, and understanding in high regard. He will often offer his friendship immediately, and will try to do the “right” thing given the circumstances. He is willing to sacrifice himself for the greater good, but not to the point of being careless or suicidal. His main purpose in life is to spread the love of Mara and banish the darkness of hatred.

Skills:
One-Handed
Restoration
Block
Heavy Armor
Speech
Blacksmithing

History: Therin was the youngest in a family of five brothers. His parents were subsistence farmers in one of the many fiefdoms in High Rock. By the time Therin had reached the age of ten, his older brothers had all started families of their own, inheriting the vast majority of the small family farm. Unable to provide land for his youngest son, Therin’s father made arrangements to send Therin to the nearest temple in order to become a priest to one of the Eight Divines. By happenstance, the nearest temple—in Evermor—was dedicated to Mara, the priestess of love. Therin studied to become a priest of Mara, but—as an able-bodied man—he was also trained in melee combat in order to safeguard the temple in times of trouble. When he reached twenty years of age, the priesthood sent Therin on a sojourn around Tamriel, stopping at each Benevolence in his path and spreading the love of Mara along his way. Throughout the next ten years, Therin travelled through High Rock, Hammerfell, Cyrodiil, and finally found himself in Skyrim on his thirtieth birthday. Upon entering Skyrim, he immediately headed for Riften, since that is where the Temple of Mara sits, hearing many disturbing rumors on his way through the Rift.

Roleplaying Sample:

…darkness…a shrouded figure cloaked in evil…men, women, and children screaming as they cough up blood…

Therin awoke with a start, sitting up in bed and grasping the amulet of Mara around his neck. His heart was running fast, but his mind was running faster. It was his first night in Riften and already his stay had an auspicious beginning. As the moments passed, the nightmare didn’t fade from his memory, like most dreams do. Sitting in the dark of night it continued to plague him, his imagination fueling his fears. He wondered if his mind created the dream from the rumors he heard on his way to Riften, or perhaps Mara was trying to tell him something. If so, what did it mean?

“Mother Mara, please grant your wisdom to your humble follower, so that I can do your bidding and bring your love to those deserving,” he prayed, whispering so he wouldn’t wake the other priests he shared the room with. Laying back down and closing his eyes, Therin tried to return to sleep.

Nice cc Therin, if he is accepted he will get pissed at what happens in an event later on(something I had planned on from the beginning). It would be interesting to see if he loses his cool and is filled with righteous fury. You can feel free to guess at what major thing would happen to make him angry. But as for your cc, I liked it overall especially how you tied him into the story with a vision.

 

[Zander Feredon]

Allo Kir,

 

[Kir the Silent]

Hello H'sikar, I'm still working on mini-sizing your banner. Should be done shortly.

 

[Uther Pundragon]

Hey Kir, if you would like, I could have my character Tristan make a few appearances here an there. I never got to role play with him and he has been forced into a thread just about him. Haha. It wouldn't be a big role or nothing, more like a minor cameo appearance here and there. I could always alter his cc which I can post here if need be and alter. Or I could come up with something else. I wouldn't mind lending a hand when I can but until my schedule clears up a bit more... well...

 

[Kir the Silent]

There just copy the image, image URL, or direct download/save the file and you should have your signature banner for Thy Flesh Consumed.

 

[Kir the Silent]

Hey Kir, if you would like, I could have my character Tristan make a few appearances here an there. I never got to role play with him and he has been forced into a thread just about him. Haha. It wouldn't be a big role or nothing, more like a minor cameo appearance here and there. I could always alter his cc which I can post here if need be and alter. Or I could come up with something else. I wouldn't mind lending a hand when I can but until my schedule clears up a bit more... well...

Sounds good Uther , just pm me whenever you have the time or would like to make an appearance. Perhaps we could see him when I mention a friend who could help us with something or other, and it turns out to be him.

 

[Uther Pundragon]

Sounds good. I'll post his cc up anyway. Only fair. It might not be tailored to your specifics though and I'll alter that when I get time. Lemme dig it up.

 

[Zander Feredon]

done and ty.

 

[Uther Pundragon]

Name: Tristan the Bastard
Gender: Male
Race: Breton
Age: 23
Class: Spellsword
Faction: The Silver Hand

Combat Prefs:
One-handed (he wields a blade in his left hand), supplemented by magical defensive wards and other close ranged spells (he casts magic in his right hand). While fairly competent with several close quarter combat styles, he isn't very proficient with long ranged weapons or stealth based fighting, and he couldn't use a shield to save his life.

Appearance:
I will work on this later. See above picture for reference until then.

Personality:
Brash, dysfunctional, enduring, humorous, and sarcastic are just a few words to describe Tristan as a person. He has often taken life one day at a time and if opportunity presents itself, he often jumps at it without thinking too much about about it before hand. While he is generally carefree and an overall slacker, he will jump to someone's defense if he feels they are being treated badly without cause. Of course, after he helps said person, he will be the first one to make some offhanded remark about a saving fee. Heroism isn't cheap, after all.

History:
The illegitimate child of a local minor baron, Tristan was never afforded any of the luxuries that nobility provided, instead being treated no better than an Camonna Tong slave would be in Morrowind. His childhood was often spent performing degrading chores for his father, or engaged in fistfights with other children who referred to his mother as The Baron's Whore. He knew his mother didn't care, she liked the attention, but she was the only mother he had and he would defend her no matter how rotten she may be. He considered her a fool, always holding onto the notion that his father would leave his wife and then bring her into the manor. His father, well, was a cold and heartless man who just loved to screw.

As soon as he was old enough, Tristan escaped his ho-hum life by running away and joining the Imperial Legion stationed in Cyrodiil. Though young, it was his hope that he could find a place among the rank and file soldiers. Little did he know that his father, as minor of a noble as one could get, still had some influence even outside of High Rock. He barely made it out of basic training before he was brought before his commanding officer and discharged for misconduct. How his father managed to track him down, much less bother getting him thrown out of the Legion, was a mystery he didn't care to stick around to learn.

For the next several years he took to wandering across the province, taking on small contracts like killing skeevers, or escorting petty traveling merchants. However, it was never enough to keep his purse filled with Septims, but it did allow him a decent amount to purchase backwater training with both sword and spell. Before long, his growing skills were noticed by a small group of roaming mercenaries who called themselves the Kinsmen, and he was recruited into their ranks. Unfortunately for Tristan he discovered too late that this group was, in reality, an organization that smuggled skooma throughout the provinces. The Imperial guards that drug him off to the dungeons cared little for his pleas of innocence.

Prison was not as bad as he would have thought it would have been. Maybe it was due to all the unpleasant chores his father made him do as a child, but he found life in the dungeons reminiscent of his childhood. There were even other prisoners who slung insults at him, much like during his youth, and the verbal abuse directed at his mother simmered with irony. Although he was limited in what he could do daily, the rigorous prison lifestyle helped to harden his body and sharpen his mind. But even this was not meant to last, for he received word a couple years later that he would be transported back to High Rock, yet another attempt by his father to control him.

As fate would have it, Tristan's luck had not yet run out, for the Imperial prison wagon was attacked shortly after crossing the border into Skyrim. Not by bandits, no, but by a group of soldiers who referred to themselves as Stormcloaks. Apparently a civil war had just broken out in the province, only hours before they had crossed the border, and was beginning to escalate quickly by all accounts. Still, he had no plans to watch the skirmish to see who won, and so began to run as fast as he could away from the soldiers as well as Cyrodiil. His thoughts were, what better place to hide than a province engulfed in civil strife.

Of course running blindly through an unknown province covered in snow, with hands bound and while wearing rags, probably wasn't such a good idea. And he, like anyone would have, regretted it as soon as he came across a clearing that had a rather large wolf-man like creature in it. Most men would have said that they stood fearless and defiant against such an imposing creature. They would have been lying. If it was not for a group who called themselves The Silver Hand, who burst into the clearing and fought the beast away, he would have been slain by what he later found out was called a werewolf. He was taken in and made a member, and while he doesn't quite share their zealotry, it's a good enough place as any to call home while figuring out his next move.

 

[Kir the Silent]

So if your posting his cc would you like to have a major role or simply a cameo/minor role? If the latter I can allow you to be part of the roleplay while still having the four open spots available to other applicants. Also If yoy want to become major when your schedule allows, I can just add you on later as an 8th member while still keeping the current members and future ones.

 

[Uther Pundragon]

For now just a minor recurring role. At least until my schedule frees up. I doubt anyone could handle Tristan for long periods at a time.

 

[Kir the Silent]

Alright man, sounds good.

 

[Kir the Silent]

I really like the sound of this RP. I'll assume you are taking the role of the anonymous figure and the Bosmer? Is it okay if I edit my CC into this post a bit later?

Yes to all, and I suggest you hurry if you are truly interested. We are picking up applications quickly.

 

[Zander Feredon]

picking applications up quicker than a....a.....(insert witty comment here) ....

 

[The Phantom]

Okay, let's see how my CC turns out.

Name: Jalvean (Jaal-von)

Age: 46

Sex: Male

Race: Breton

Occupation: Guard Inspector

Birthplace: Glenpoint, High Rock

Current Residence: Mistveil Keep

Alliances or Affiliations: Guards of Skyrim (The Law)

Appearance: Jalvean was always considered tall, for a Breton at least. He was never considered skinny and has always been slightly fatter than most people, not necessarily too noticeably but still worth noting. He has rugged features and a small greying beard. His hair is short, military, cropped and beginning to grey slightly in his age due to stress. Jalvean is normally seen donning a number 1 dress (Military) with silver epaulettes showing his status in the Guards. (Sorry for the lack of detail, I couldn't think of what else to write.)

Personality: He is a rather cold and calculating man with a sense of law and righteousness to which he strives to live his life in utmost respect for the law. Jalvean can be rather obsessive to the point where he will not rest until a specific criminal has been brought to justice and has utter distaste for all those who cross the law, be it in the past or present. To him, men like that can never change, and lives by the phrase "Once a criminal always a criminal." and until they have served their sentence, their crime shall never be reprieved. Jalvean is also very religious and his patron deity is Julianos often acting in "the name of the gods" and claiming righteousness. Despite being extremely harsh to others he is also equally harsh on himself, believing that it is not fair to be harsh on others and not on himself, "thus I must be as harsh on myself as I am on others".

History: Born in the jail of Glenpoint, High rock as a bastard to a murderer father and a fortune-teller mother, Jalvean despised where he came from. He often blamed his parents for his hard life as a child and was treated like the criminal his father was. In his young life he had little friends and those who were his friends soon died in the streets or were slowly distanced from him. Jalvean hated his heritage; being from the gutter as the fact that he was the son of a convict gave him little choice in his life, in the end he only had two. Jalvean could either be a criminal, always on the run and living out of society, always attempting to evade justice and the law. Or he could be a guard, enforcing law and order in the name of justice. He chose to join the guard, a career which he turned out be very good at.

Early in his career he uncovered a plot to assassinate the Mayor of Glenpoint and immediately reported it. However the one thing was that no one actually believed him and so Jalvean took matters into his own hands. He began to investigate it and soon tracked them down to a small fort on the border to Hammerfell. So he took a few of the Guards and lead a raid on the fortress in which all of the guards accompanying him were killed. Still he persisted in the raid and pushed hard into the fortress. The bandits were no match for his superior training and swordplay, so he bested them albeit with great difficulty and soon encountered the leader of the bandit scum who he so detested. The two began an epic duel in which they were equal. There was no clear victor in sight but Jalvean's intelligence and determination to bring the Bandit to justice drove him with such strength that he managed to gain the upper hand. Using this moment to his advantage he threw his opponent of balance and slashed him across the leg before slamming his head into the wall, careful however not to kill him. Jalvean brought him back to Glenpoint triumphant and this incredible feat brought him to the Empire's attention.

The Empire thought that he was wasted as an ordinary Guard in a minor village in High Rock. Taking not of his extraordinary abilities, incorruptibility and hatred of crime they decided to transfer him to the most corrupt place in all of Tamriel. Riften, seat of crime in Skyrim. He continued to do his job throughout the Dragon Crisis and soon rose to the rank of inspector, becoming a figure of importance in the city. Although no one quite liked him and he made an enemy of possibly the worst person he could make an enemy of, Maven Black-Briar. Now there are "rumours" of a black hooded figure being sighted and shortly after, many bad things have happened. A Bosmer was found searching for the mysterious man and so Jalvean brought him in for questioning but all he got was a cryptic warning "Dark things are stirring in the shadows and this... being is the source. And where there are shadows I will bring light. Greed and Pride.. Is sinful.. And we all pay for it." When Jalvean returned the man was gone.

Shortly after he heard that the village of Shor's Stone had completely vanished, and that the only evidence there was a message written in blood on the house of the Blacksmith's "Until our flesh is consumed" Valjean is now trying to find the source of all the disease and death, confident that this was the work of a powerful mage and that this man, must be brought to justice.

Roleplaying Sample: http://skyrimforum.com/threads/some-secrets-are-meant-to-be-forgotten.18988/

(Sorry it is a bit rushed, I wished to write more for backstory but, well you know the time constraints.)

 

[Seanu Reaves]

Name: Lazarus

Race: Breton

Age: appears to be 27

Faction: Dawnguard

Occupation: Vampire Hunter

Class: Witchhunter (light armor, archery, one-handed)

Appearence: long dark brown hair, Golden eyes, slender build, short beard, pale skin.

Equipment: Enhanced dwarven crossbow painted black, dark gray dawnguard armor, black cloak, and a trademark black wide-brimmed hat.

Biography: Lazarus was born in Hammerfell. Growing up among the redguards lead to a personal distrust of magic. His parents were not mages, and so Lazarus learned to distrust the supernatural. He soon traveled with his family to Skyrim. They lived on a small farm outside Riften. Lazarus proved to be quite the hunter, even the local wood elves could respect his skill. During a visit to the city, Lazarus was recruited by the Jarl's men. Lazarus lived as a city guard, and it was a comfortable life. Lazarus soon answered the Jarl's call for mercenaries. He joined the newly christened Dawnguard, it was the second era. The Dawnguard lost influence, but Lazarus still toiled hunting vampires his bow stiking more than fear into the hearts of his enemies. Then Lazarus was killed, but now there are rumors that a man wearing Lazarus' wide brimmed hat wandering Skyrim.

RP Sample: A strange man sat in the corner of the inn. His golden eyes seethed with some hatred as they gazed over the crowd. He was draped with a black cloak, and his head covered by a strange wide brimmed hat. Resting against his lap was a large black crossbow, and across his face was an odd smile. A rat like man kept glancing fearful eyes towards the stranger in the corner. The man in black stared at the rat-like man, and suddenly spoke. "What's wrong? Don't like being recognized as vermin?" The Rat-like man couldn't respond as a black bolt speared through his spine. The vampire crumpled to the ground, and everyone was staring. The Stranger simply stood and flicked some gold at the barkeep. He hefted his crossbow over his shoulder, his main quarry was still eluding him.

 

[Kir the Silent]

Lucius, Skies, and Therin are hereby accepted into the roleplay. This leaves only two spots to be filled and, sorry guys, for the sake of diversity we will only be accepting female applicants. Seven males and one female(albeit a badass one) is too one sided. Once we have the last two ladies, whomever they may be, join we can get this epic tale started. Guys, you should claim your color if you want a specific one. Its first come, first served. And feel free to copy the image or save the file from the first post if you want the banner I created. On another note I am about to post the main thread, so feel free to check it out.

 

[Uther Pundragon]

Hm, even if I'm a minor role, can I go with white for Tristan when he appears? I don't really use colors but eh, it's what I use on his thread.

 

[Kir the Silent]

Of course, I normally make NPC dialogue white but there should be no confusion as he is minor. At least for now. So white has, technically, been claimed.