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    Sid

    The fairly crap Pokémon trainer....
    Join Hingor Elmlock, the Knowledge Master, in a quest that fights directly against Hermaeus Mora, for a secret that is better kept, a secret.

    Set 5 years after the events of Dragonborn, people are evolving to a new way of life. The age of steam, some call it. Steam is now the primary source of power, weapons are made off it, cities powered off it. But a turmoil is swept across the land. Hermaeus Mora has been keeping too many secrets for too long, and the Cult of Knowledge Seekers were formed by Hingor Elmlock to learn these secrets.
    You are a member of the the Cult, based in the Jerall Mountains. Find the secrets no matter what.

    Rules:
    1) No steam 'Guns' (PM me with what I classify as a 'Gun' if you want)
    2) No godmodding
    3) Set in Skyrim, Solstheim, and the North of Cyrodiil (No further south than Bruma)
    4) Ability to Shout, but no Dragonborn

    Hingor Elmlock - Sid
    Orleyun - MagicBlade
    Lokan - Messifan
    Isadette - Patricia
    Rumare - Captaink11
    Aenar - Blue 468
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    Name: Hingor Elmlock
    Race: Bosmer
    Age: Not Known
    Appearance: This seemingly ageless Bosmer, has White hair that seems to go everywhere. He is clean shaven and appears quite weak. From his crooked nose to his abnormally long and slender finger nails, it is obvious that he has lived the high life. He also holds himself in an arrogant stature.
    Bio: Born under a rare 14th star sign, the Knowledge Master (Appears once every 1000 years), he from a young age showed heightened knowledge, intelligence, intellect and ingenuity that the Dwemer themselves had. His life was quite unremarkable. Lived in peace for most of his life in Frostcrag Spire. He has many a time gone all over Tamriel, just to read Elder Scrolls, yet another power granted to him through his star sign, the ability to read the Elder Scrolls without preparation. He has yet to read one concerning his own fate.
    Combat Prefs: He uses his own inventions in combat, such as wrist crossbows and steam bombs.
    Personality: Due to his intellect he has become paranoid that everyone tries to kill him or to steal his knowledge. Also instead of worshiping the Divines he chooses to worship the Dwemer gods of Logic.
     

    MagicBlade

    Instinctive
    This a good idea, here is a char.

    General:
    • Name: Orleyun ( Surname unknown )
    • Age: 48
    • Sex: Male
    • Race: Imperial
    • Birth Place: Bruma, Cyrodill
    • Birth Sign: The Steed
    • Occupation: Former Smith to the Imperial Legion, now part of the Cult of Knowledge Seekers.
    • Alliances: Has contacts and connections within the Thieves Guild in Cyrodill and Skyrim.
    • Afflictions: A Healthy man.
    • Current Residence: The Jerall Mountains.
    Appearance:
    • Skin tone: Light tan
    • Hair: Brown ponytail, with a stubble on chin.
    • Eyes: Grey
    • Scars: One down across the bottom of his left eye
    • Nose: Broad, long
    • Height: 6'6
    • Weight: 90 Kilos.
    Persona:
    • Highly intelligent
    • Very witty
    • Extremely curious
    • Non-Talkative
    Bio:
    Born in Bruma to a smithing family, he grew up learning how to craft many things. He also grew up around the Imperial Soldiers, and his father saw he was highly intrigued by the ways of combat and crafting. His father taught him much, while his mother helped him with things like handicraft and field craft. At the age of 14 he showed incredible intellect and a remarkable eagerness to learn. He preferred learning from books, and vene know he stuffs himself in a book every once in a while. At his fathers death, he was granted his father's Heirloom Silver Sword, The Servitude. As he left to explore Tamriel, he records his findings in a large book. He found out about the Cult when travelling the Jerall Mountains, and has been with them since, as a highly respected and knowledgeable elder.
     

    Sid

    The fairly crap Pokémon trainer....
    That's a great CC, and a really interesting backstory
     

    Messifan

    New Member
    Name: Lokan
    Age: 82
    Race: Dark Elf (Dunmer)
    Sex: Male
    Birth Place: Raven Rock, solstheim
    Birthsign: The Lord
    Class: Sharpshooter (NPC class from Oblivion and Morrowind)
    Factions: He is a member of what is left of the Morag Tong.

    Appearance: Dark grey skin, and red eyes like all Dunmer. Long black hair, tied into a ponytail. Has a Fu Manchu mustache. He is only 5'6", but is lean, and all muscle. He weighs only 130 lbs.

    Personality: Quiet, keeps to himself mostly, even when among other Morag Tong members. He is very loyal though, and when he makes friends, he will do just about anything for them. (Even more than he would do for a Klondike bar.) He is always alert, always watching for enemies, though he is a heavy sleeper...

    Bio: Born and raised in Raven Rock on solstheim, hearing stories about Morrowind from his father. Particularly of Vvardenfell, and the Nereverine. He had always been smaller than most of his friends, who when they were old enough, became warriors for the Great House Redoran there in Raven Rock. He was always one to find the smarter ways to win a fight, rather than rushing in sword in hand, bashing the opponent. He was always handy with a bow, but with melee weapons, he was nothing special. When he first layed hands on a crossbow, he hated it, preferring the traditional bow. He does not care to use all this new technology himself, but he doesn't think that others shouldn't have it, just because he doesn't like it.

    When he was about 27, the Morag Tong came to him, having seen his skill with a bow, and brought him into their guild. Or what is left of it at least. And so he has worked as an assassin ever since, performing writs whenever called upon. He also cares a lot for society, and wants to do anything he can to help make life easier for others, and when he found out about the Cult, he figured he should join them.
     

    Patricia

    Not Death's Bitca
    Name: Isadette (Isa)
    Sex: Female
    Race: Imperial
    Age, Birthday, Sign: 22, Morndas,13th of First Seed
    Class: Assassin, (Ninja-ish. Quick moving? Flexible? I don't know what word to use.) One-handed mage/warrior (One hand has a spell, the other an Orcish sword)
    Appearance: Long black curls, usually kept in a braided bun to keep out of her face so she can see. Brown, heavy lashed, graceful eyes, lined in blue. Bold jawline and cheekbones, but a more soft face. Normal Imperial everything else. Slender, but not thin or bony. Wears a pair of laced pants (Like in Oblivion) and a semi-corset over a long sleeved, shoulderless shirt and a green knee length cloak, a pair of steel gauntlets and brown leather boots. She keeps a mid-sized metal pouch on her hip by a long strap around her shoulder. It contains a few small vials of various marked potions, a piece of charcoal wrapped in paper (So it doesn't break in the pouch. A metal bag is shaped like a small, thin, drum by the way), and a diamond as emergency trade in case she is out of money and needs money badly.
    Marital Status: Unmarried
    Bio: As a girl, she was brought up in Cyrodiil in a very bland setting, with three sisters and two brothers, the daughter of a farmer and a seamstress. Middle class family, kept in style, no official training. She left home at fifteen to find something, anything more interesting than home life, be it good luck or bad luck. On her first night in Skyrim, she had not thought to bring any extra money, and in exchange for money and a place to stay, became a prostitute, which she actually liked. She was like a Companion from Firefly, kept in beautiful clothes, a lavish mobile home (Think Inara's shuttle, not trailerpark), guards, and a driver who took her from town to town. One day, when she was eighteen, she was on her way from Falkreath to Solitude, and the trailer jolted to a stop. She heard yelling, and the guards inside the trailer jumped out to see what was going on. It went silent outside. She cautiously stepped out, and walked over to one of the dead guards. She knew that the killer was still around, so she pretended to mourn, and discreetly put her hand on the hilt of the dead mans blade. She felt the killer creep up behind her, pulled the sword up, spun around, and swung at the attack, who barely dodged. Their battle went on for an hour and it began to be more like a game. By two hours, she had the attacker pinned to the ground with her foot on his chest, and the sword point at his throat. She then let him up, and he complimented her on her form and skill. He wasn't part of the Dark Brotherhood, but a smaller assassin sect, and wasn't sent to kill her, but her driver, who had stolen a large amount of money from his former passenger. She ended up joining his sect (and of course, kept her trailer.), and become his protege and sole heir, as well as the second best assassin there, the first being the man, as well as lover. He died from an assassination gone awry, and to keep herself from thinking about whether she really loved him or not, she turned to learning as much as possible. She became obsessed with knowledge, and began to worship Hermaeus Mora in hopes of becoming an owner of all knowledge, partially to find out if she really loved her old Master, or not. If you choose her, she will be a brand new member of said cult, straight out of initiation. She still uses her old work if money is tight.
    Personality: She has the arts of seduction at her side, which is part of her ability to be a great assassin, and she tends to tease others by doing so, but very rarely. She is generally friendly, though a bit morbid, and will eat up whatever truth someone tells her like water in a sponge.
     

    Sid

    The fairly crap Pokémon trainer....
    Those both sound like great CCs, on question patricia, whats you're characters birthsign it kinda matters for the thread/
     

    DarkObliskTower

    Dulist kingdom
    Name Equinus Lunar-Soul
    Race nord
    Class bounty hunter
    Description tall blue eyes brown hair black arnour medallion
    Backstory nothing is known about him all his know is that he wears a madllion with an ancient sprit who will posses him and control his body to make shadow duels using conjuration
     

    Sid

    The fairly crap Pokémon trainer....
    Yeah, you are all in, but we need more people, around 2 more
     

    Sid

    The fairly crap Pokémon trainer....
    yeah, thanks that probably will
     

    CapObvious

    A Rotten Scroungeral
    I'm one of Patricia's friends. She told me you were looking for people. I could jump in, if you'll have me.
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    Name: Rumare (False name to throw off Thalmor)

    Race: Altmer

    Gender: Male

    Religion: Is intrigued by the Daedric Princes, but becomes a devout follower of Azura after some time in skyrim..

    Class(es?): Illusionist and Sorcerer.

    Age: Fifty plus. Has been on the run for so long, he has lost track of missed birthdays.

    Physical description: Short winter white hair, slicked back with short but full white beard. Goldish eyes. Roughly 6’3 in height. Well built, from his time in the military, but mostly from being on the run most of his life.

    Back Story: Rumare, (At the time known as Carenen) was a soldier during the Great War, but not by his choice. He did not see his people as the “rightful rulers of Tamriel” or beyond man and mer. He didn’t want to be apart of any of the, in his eyes, unnecessary wars and superiority complexes of his people. He just wanted to spend his days studying ruins and magic artifacts. However, he was sent over to fight the Empire and he had to tough it out. Most of the battles he took part in, he was in disbelief. He saw the bodies of the empire’s men and women, as well as his own people flung about in disarray. Lives were being cut short in the name of pride and arrogance, and it baffled him. This war wasn'tnecessary. Why must we conquer others? What was this pursuit of power for? He stared at his blood-stained hands and wept. This wasn't what he was meant for. He was not going to help the Thalmor make a murderer out of him. There was no need for all of this death. So, in the dark of night, he fled. He shed his armor, shed his sword, and ran for the closest place he could consider himself free. Skyrim. The Nords were a proud people, and wouldn’t let the Thalmor just waltz in and take over. Cyrodiil may be out of time, but Skyrim just might. After taking a ship to Windhelm, and a caravan to Solitude, he hopped from hold to hold, capital to capital, trying to avoid any and all Thalmor, until he figured he could wander somewhat freely. But he remains cautious. A deserter deserves to die a traitor’s death.

    Personality: Very mellow in public places. Does his best to keep from drawing too much attention. Keeps his nose in books to keep safe, and practices his illusion spells to keep himself away from the Thalmor. Because of this, he has become near a master of staying out of harms way. However, when he is alone, he cannot help but explore ruins and caves, sure to find wonders beyond his dreams. He cannot stand the sight of blood, as it brings back memories of the war. However, when push comes to shove, he will defend himself with a conjured blade. Does not have hate for other races, only people of those races who try to hurt him. His stance on Talos? To each his/her own.
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    MagicBlade

    Instinctive
    Name Equinus Lunar-Soul
    Race nord
    Class bounty hunter
    Description tall blue eyes brown hair black arnour medallion
    Backstory nothing is known about him all his know is that he wears a madllion with an ancient sprit who will posses him and control his body to make shadow duels using conjuration

    If you plan on getting in any Roleplays, you should add more information to your character. Things like personality, birth place, and just add some things, like age. Just some help, to get you going. Note: Punctuation helps, too
     

    blue 468

    Well-Known Member
    If you need anymore i'd like to join, I was thinking of someone more like the muscle, something like a body guard but he still has a thirst for knowledge.

    Name: Aenar

    Age: 29

    Race: Nord/Imperial(mixed)

    Gender: Male

    Class: Warrior/Werewolf

    Birthplace: Windhelm, Skyrim

    Birth sign: Warrior

    Personality: Aenar is very hard to read man, from years of being betrayed and having those closes to him killed he developed a very ruthless way to survive. Aenar isn't a bad man but is very misguided believing that the only way to survive is to look out for himself, though he does have a soft side deep down and will do the good thing even if he doesn't like it. He very much dislikes the Thalmor, Vampires, and the Alik'r of Hammerfell who he's had a few bad run ins during his time there.

    Looks: Tall, tan skin, green eyes, shoulder length brown hair, muscular build from years of fighting. Likes to shave when he can but while on the road he lets it grow out into a little beard. Scar going from the corner of his lip across the left side of his face ending at his eye.

    Equipment: Prefers not to wear armor but usually wears a thin layer of chain mail hidden behind a leather tunic, and always wears a dark green coat that his mother had given him before she died. Aenar prefers to fight with a sword without a shield and is pretty good with a bow.

    Bio: Aenar was born in SKyrim but was forced to leave when he was but a child when his father was killed during the Great war and his mother to sickness. He was sent to live with his uncle in Bravil and was trained to fight and educated witch even though he was never good in his studies he always had a craving to learn more even if it took him hours to grasp the smallest detail. He lived like this for most of his life and when he was 18 a Thalmor patrol came across there home and accused them of worshiping Talos and killed his uncle, Aenar was taken prisoner and sent to a Thalmor prison. He spent three years there with nothing to do but read. He came across a book there a few months after capture witch told of the teaching of Hermaous Mora. Aenar was intrigued by the Daedric Prince and was able to form an escape plan wit what he learned. After he escaped he traveled all around Tamriel in search of any type of knowledge that would help keep him alive and help him make those who took every thing from him pay. During his travels he came across a member of the knowledge seekers being attacked by bandits, Aenar saved him and in return the man offered him a chance to join the group witch Aenar accepted.
     

    Sid

    The fairly crap Pokémon trainer....
    1) Magicblade is right DarkObilskTower, there needs to be much more if I'm to allow you in.
    2) They're some great CC's I'll try and get the thread up soon
     

    PrettyBlunt

    Member
    Name: Elena Lafi
    Gender: Female
    Race: Altmer
    Age: 33
    Height/Weight: 5'11" 119 lbs.
    Political Stance: Aldmeri Dominion
    Guild Affiliation: None
    Spell Repertoire: Novice - Alteration - Candlelight
    Strengths: Quick on her feet and mind
    Weaknesses: Sometimes her kindness gets her into trouble, she is very stubborn and quite often does not know when to stop what she is doing, terrified of heights and skeevers, and is very daring.
    Enchanted Items: Two daggers that are both split equally in half making it look like four, both with the enchantment of ignoring armor due to how sharp they are.
    Personality: Kind and caring to all
    Story: Ages 1 - 10: Alinor.. capital of Summerset Isle, beautiful none could argue against that. The Lafi family was a rich family, the husband an ambassador for the Dominion, and the wife owned a series of Jewelry markets in the city, almost everyone too! One day, they decided to have a child. A child to take up everything they created in Alinor when they passed. Months later she was born, after much debating her parents decided to name her Elena. It was a beautiful name and was fit to the beauty that Elena would become. Life is somewhat boring as a "noble" went to a few council meetings with her father every once in awhile, and with her mother at the jewelry markets, other than that there wasn't much else besides the schooling she had to start going at at the age of four. She was the smartest girl there by far surpassing everyone in knowledge and brain capacity, by the age of ten she was out of school and looking for something.. just one thing to do.
    Ages 11 - 20: At the age of eleven is when she became interest in fighting.. swords. She always saw the boys outside with their fake swords play fighting. All her life she was cooped up not really being able to do much and seeing that intrigued her to no end. She wanted to learn but knew her parents would never accept her learning just for the sake of violence, so she had to come up with something else. "Defense!" Yes defense was her idea. She approached her parents with the idea, and over time and with reluctance they agreed but only on one condition: Only for self protection and only with daggers. They felt swords were much too dangerous. Her parents had her in classes with a master swordsman in Alinor, perhaps one of the best in the Nirn. Eight years had passed and she was practically a master, following under her parents rules she had only ever learned to use the daggers but her master told her that she is the quickest little elf alive! Elena could not beat her Master in a fight by swords nor fighting back, but her being quick allowed her to dodge any attack by a mile. She also became very skilled in throwing knives, which she found quite fun!
    Ages 21 - 33: Being an adult now she had left her parents house and had bought her own, which she was rarely ever in due to her training. Yes she had never ceased training, it was her life and what she loved most. She had never killed anything until the age of twenty-one. Her master had taken her outside the walls far out into the forest where you could see a bandit camp lie. Her master told her to go on ahead to the camp and that he would be right behind her. Trusting her master her trainer and friend, she walked ahead to the camp to be circled by seven men altogether and her master nowhere to be found. They attempted to assault her and most likely end up rapeing her, but she cut their throats out within seconds as if they were made of air. Her master came out clapping "Bravo!" He said as she threw a dagger that caught him right by the throat, showing her anger at him for leaving her. He later on the way back told her that her training was done, and that she was as good as a fighter that he was, maybe even better. Now with her master gone from her life and her parents much too busy in politics and money she left Alinor, left Summerset Isles, all the way to Skyrim. It was a tough journey and she was not used to the cold but she quickly got over it, the weather the animals, the bandits, she experienced all of these things in her journey but all of it made her stronger, quicker, better of a person.. She finally reached Skyrim, and the first city she fell into was Falkreath, she used the money she had taken with her from Alinor and bought an Estate known as Lake View Manor, she had built a Library, childrens bedroom, and watchtower on the house, it was quite elegant it suited her. Years passed and she was thirty two. She was visiting Riften when she came across and Orphanage that seemed like an odd place too be, so she walked in to find crying children and a mean old lady beating on them, she asked the lady to stop several times but she would not stop hitting the children so Elena plugged a dagger into the ladies head, causing a light drizzle of blood and the body to crash on the floor, most of the kids ran to their beds in fear but two, Arice and Susan walked up to Elena and asked if they could be adopted, Elena not really wanting children but also that the children were so cute said yes! She took the children back to Lakeview manor and began to live her life as a mother, still fighting of course though. Due to Elena still enjoying going out into the wild and hunting down criminals or bandits she had to hire a housekeeper which she hired a local man down in Falkreath to watch her children, she trusted him quite a bit.
     

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