Leseras
Darkness guides me.
You do not understand what has happened. Nothing was perfect yes. Nothing was the fairy tale that many wanted to live. But it still wasn't too bad. Life was decent and everyday carried on like usual. However, almost like the universe shifted, you felt as if something had changed. You couldn't explain it at all. It was almost like there was no balancing point anymore, Everywhere you looked there was utter chaos, and it seemed almost like someone or something was forcing the change.
In Riften, the once proud and prestigious thieves guild fell apart. While they may have been thieving scum, the absence of a thieves guild caused many of the unsanctioned thieves to have a feast at each store. There were simply too many for the guards to stop.
The once proud families of Graymane and Battle-born were now rivals, squabbling about the most trivial of issues. Their rival has become almost as legendary as their lost friendship. The Jarl has been at a quandary each and everyday because of them.
Forsworn have suddenly found the courage to become much more bold. Rather then hide in their caverns, they have opted to outright murder in the middle of Markath's markets. And the guards do not do anything about it, almost pretending the issue does not exist.
Once brave orcs have turned into sniveling wimps. Giants encroach on their territory and the orcs do nothing to stop them. Some have turned suicidal, driven mad by their companions. They loiter the streets, asking of death from any who would hear their pleas.
Ulfric Stormcloak. a man who was once honorable and proud went mad with power. For the sake of his ideals, the Jarl has decided to start a country wide civil war. Thousands upon thousands have died on his crusade against the Empire.
Someone has been interfering with the balance of things. You aren't sure who has been doing such a thing, but you do know that he wields great power to do these things. Whether you guide that power to salvation or destruction, I leave it up to you.
So a few things you should know about the RP itself.
1. There is no dragon-born. Tiber Septim was a dragon-born but none exists in this era.
2. Alduin was sealed forever. The only dragons that exist are the odd ones like Paarthunax and Durneveir. You will most likely not encounter any of them.
3. My character is the main antagonist along with the Deadric Prince Mephala. Read the CC to find out more back story.
4. You will all start out in Whiterun, in Dragonsreach. I leave it to your creativity for the reasoning. You could be a war hero, collecting a bounty, a servant or maybe a guard. I give you permission to replace his court wizard and housecarl.
Without further ado, I present my CC to you.
Name: Leseras Braveheart
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Religion: Servitude to Mephala
Race: Breton
Class: Leseras is a master at weaving illusions. He does not require casting spells to place an illusion on anyone. His voice is the focus that channels his illusions into the minds of the unsuspecting. Only the most skilled and strong-willed are able to break out from his illusions. The types of illusions he is able to cast vary and are not limited to those that other illusionists are able to produce. Most times, they are subtle, affecting only the depth perception of the afflicted causing him to miss with every arrow. Others are full blown nightmares, turning grown man into sniveling whelps. However, the skill that he uses the most often is the transformation illusion. In the name of Mephala, he casts an illusion on himself to change his appearance in order to sow dissent among the living populace.
Physical Description:
History: The son that nobody ever spoke of; that was who Leseras was. Each day, they would pass in and out of the general store, listening to the poor jokes of the Breton merchant, none the wiser. Because nobody spoke of Leseras, nobody ever would. The day of the incident was covered up so well that only three people remembered what happened. The first, the Breton merchant whom suffered the brunt of the damage. The second, the Jarl of Whiterun, who is getting his just deserts for his part. And last, the steward of the keep, the man who hushed everything up. This is of course, excluding the man who performed the deed itself, Leseras.
For you see, Leseras was an unassuming Breton who lived a pampered life in the Plains district of Whiterun. He was a fairly unassuming young man who helped in his father's store. At times, he would go to the nearby farms to buy cheaper produce that his mother and sister would cook. Leseras was a happy Breton who had everything in life that many in the realm of Skyrim would desire. Yet...after all that it was not enough. He desired...something more. As each day passed, he felt life turn more and more monotonous. The people of Whiterun started to turn into scenery to him. Like the strong trees of the forest, they never changed. It was always the same thing day in and out.
Sometimes he would toy with the idea of leaving the safety of the city on an adventure. He wanted to see new things and experience life to the fullest. But then again, once he saw those new things they would turn old. And when they turned old, they would become boring and monotonous, just like his life. Incredibly let down, he wandered into the Wind district and came upon a most curious sight. Two families, Graymane and Battle-born, were happily conversing with each other. They looked so happy. But of course, he knew that already. They were, after all part of the scenery that plagued his life. At that moment, something changed in him fundamentally. A malicious grin stretched across his face. If the scenery didn't want to change, he would change it!
But oh what would he do? How could he change this sickening portrait of love and happiness? It was going to be hard he figured, and the question plagued his mind as he stumbled into his home. Running on auto-pilot, he slipped into his bed and lay there, pondering his next move. Just as sleep took-over, he heard the pitter patter of rain falling outside. The boom of thunder echoed throughout Whiterun. Leseras felt a warmth around his mid-section and sighed. Slowly, he peeked down and saw the visage of his little sister, Sophia, clinging fearfully to his body. She was afraid of lightning and thunder, and she would always do this when it rained. He moved his hand and rubbed the scalp of her head endearingly, causing her to look up at him with puppy eyes.
"Scared of the thunder again Sophia?" He whispered. She hesitated but answered. "Yes Brother..." His sister looked down. "It's okay right?" Instead of answering, he moved his arm over her and pulled his sister closer. Though it rained, he felt warmth radiating from his sister. With a smile on his face, the lull of sleep ensnared him in. And he dreamed...dreamed of darkness and of Daedric Princes...dreamed of his demise
The surroundings were dark and grim. There was no light. He could not see himself or any other. Glancing around, he felt a tinge of fear. This was the fear of the unknown. A voice boomed out, causing him to fall on his behind. "Welcome to my realm...mortal." His eyes widened in fear. That voice...it was not normal. It was so malicious and evil, he felt the shivers crawl up his spine. In fact he felt them crawl up his hands and legs and...wait a minute. He grasped onto his forearm and felt...a spider. Screaming in fear, Leseras leaped upwards and scrambled around, trying to get rid of the spiders crawling on his body. However, the more he moved the more he felt his mobility get restricted. Eventually, he came to a stop in mid-air, suspended by strands of stickiness.
"Are you done, mortal? The voice sounded put off yet amused. "Now if you are done with your...sniveling, I have a proposition for you. I heard the delicious thoughts in your head just now. They were sooo sinfully delightful. Tell me...if I gave you the abilities to carry out your wish, what would you do with them?"Slowly, the features on his face morphed from fear to glee. He thought long and hard. It was fortunate the Daedra has no concept of time, or she would have vaporized him for testing her patience. Eventually he looked up and smirked.
"I would stir trouble everywhere. Interfere with affairs where I'm not needed." He swept his hand to the side. "I want to change everything around me into my plaything. If it isn't interesting enough, I WILL MAKE IT SO! That is my wish, my desire! Grant it to me, and you will see it happen!"
The voice chuckled with mirth. "You had my curiosity...now you have my attention. Very well mortal. You shall have your wish, in return you will serve me forever. Do you accept?" His mobility no longer hindered, Leseras flailed his arms upwards and screamed. "Yes! Give it to me!"
"You bend to me?
"Yes!"
"You pledge your soul to me?"
"Yes!"
"You renounce those pathetic Aedra that you serve?"
"Yes mistress!"
"Then rise my servant, and receive the gifts I bestow upon you. First, is the ebony blade, used to slay the innocent and unsuspecting. Next, my powers of illusion, at which you will have no equal. Go my servant, spread dissent in MY NAME!"
He awoke with a start. No longer was he in his bed, but laying behind the house of the Graymanes. Besides him, lay a long blade crafted in ebony. An evil shine seemed to gleam off the metal. Hefting the blade upwards, he observed his surroundings. It was still nighttime and the guards were no where to be seen. Grinning in victory, he cast an illusion on himself and walked into the Graymane house. The family was asleep. Perfect. He walked to each on and cast a deep seated illusion on their minds. "Dream my pretties...dream of death and destruction. Make things more, interesting!"
Night turned to day, and he awoke to the sounds of screaming. Gleefully, he jolt from his bed into the Winds district to find that his wish had come through. Oh what delicious sorrow it is, to see the buffoons of Graymane and nitwits of Battle-born tearing each other up over a small bag of septims. The scenery was different, changed into something much more INTERESTING! Leseras whistled a jaunty tune as he strolled back home, ushering his beloved sister in when she questioned him about the ruckus. "It's nothing my dear...now come inside and cook me something will you?"
Suddenly, the ebony blade appeared in his hands. Without him willing it, the blade swooped down on. Blood splattered across the walls of the store. His mother heard the noise and came down to see what happened. She screamed, but was silenced soon after. Leseras fell to the ground, eyes wide in horror. What is this! He didn't mean to do anything like that! The blade...it moved on its own.
"Oh I just love messing with affairs of mortals...don't you, my servant?" His mouth stood agape as he heard her. Slowly, Leseras raised his trembling, blood stained hands and stared at them. The fear in the air seemed almost palpable. Just then, the guards burst in. They were stock still at the sight. Their duty soon set in and they dragged Leseras into the dungeons.
Days later, Belethor was in the dungeons, glaring mercilessly at the boy. He slapped him, hard. And walked away. "I have no son..." Leseras heard him mutter.
The blade was brought before the Jarl who examined it closely with his trusted steward. He did not dare show it to the court magician, for he might give in to temptation. Both the Jarl and Proventus came to the same conclusion, the blade was evil. For what reason they didn't know but it was cursed and should not come into the hands of any man, mortal or not. So the locked it away, and locked the incident away as well. No one needed to know, nobody should know of this travesty that happened in their fair city. They decided that the boy deserved nothing but the worst death possible, but settled on a quiet execution.
However, when they went to retrieve him, the boy was gone...
Personality: Scarred and broken by his past, Leseras doesn't like social contact. Any and all warmth from him is an illusion that will bite you in the butt later on. He is forced to cause problems with people at the behest of his master. And like a robot, he mechanically and systemically will destroy the lives of many, for no reason but the whims of a Deadra.
Now just a few general rules.
1. Proper grammar, punctuation etc. The one thing I cannot tolerate is incoherent English.
2. You can re-use characters from another RP. Simply alter it slightly to fit the scenario presented above.
3. There will be a limit to the vacancy. This is because I do not want to be overly ambitious and manage a large group of people. That said, anyone can apply.
4. Please have a good CC. A good start is half the battle won.
5. No god-modding. I will not god-mod either. Rather I'll present you with a set of circumstances. How you navigate through them is up to you.
6. Real life can get in the way, and it is perfectly fine to suspend your character. Simply inform me. You will be welcome back anytime.
7. Enough of the rules, let's have some fun with this RP.
In Riften, the once proud and prestigious thieves guild fell apart. While they may have been thieving scum, the absence of a thieves guild caused many of the unsanctioned thieves to have a feast at each store. There were simply too many for the guards to stop.
The once proud families of Graymane and Battle-born were now rivals, squabbling about the most trivial of issues. Their rival has become almost as legendary as their lost friendship. The Jarl has been at a quandary each and everyday because of them.
Forsworn have suddenly found the courage to become much more bold. Rather then hide in their caverns, they have opted to outright murder in the middle of Markath's markets. And the guards do not do anything about it, almost pretending the issue does not exist.
Once brave orcs have turned into sniveling wimps. Giants encroach on their territory and the orcs do nothing to stop them. Some have turned suicidal, driven mad by their companions. They loiter the streets, asking of death from any who would hear their pleas.
Ulfric Stormcloak. a man who was once honorable and proud went mad with power. For the sake of his ideals, the Jarl has decided to start a country wide civil war. Thousands upon thousands have died on his crusade against the Empire.
Someone has been interfering with the balance of things. You aren't sure who has been doing such a thing, but you do know that he wields great power to do these things. Whether you guide that power to salvation or destruction, I leave it up to you.
So a few things you should know about the RP itself.
1. There is no dragon-born. Tiber Septim was a dragon-born but none exists in this era.
2. Alduin was sealed forever. The only dragons that exist are the odd ones like Paarthunax and Durneveir. You will most likely not encounter any of them.
3. My character is the main antagonist along with the Deadric Prince Mephala. Read the CC to find out more back story.
4. You will all start out in Whiterun, in Dragonsreach. I leave it to your creativity for the reasoning. You could be a war hero, collecting a bounty, a servant or maybe a guard. I give you permission to replace his court wizard and housecarl.
Without further ado, I present my CC to you.
Name: Leseras Braveheart
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Religion: Servitude to Mephala
Race: Breton
Class: Leseras is a master at weaving illusions. He does not require casting spells to place an illusion on anyone. His voice is the focus that channels his illusions into the minds of the unsuspecting. Only the most skilled and strong-willed are able to break out from his illusions. The types of illusions he is able to cast vary and are not limited to those that other illusionists are able to produce. Most times, they are subtle, affecting only the depth perception of the afflicted causing him to miss with every arrow. Others are full blown nightmares, turning grown man into sniveling whelps. However, the skill that he uses the most often is the transformation illusion. In the name of Mephala, he casts an illusion on himself to change his appearance in order to sow dissent among the living populace.
Physical Description:
History: The son that nobody ever spoke of; that was who Leseras was. Each day, they would pass in and out of the general store, listening to the poor jokes of the Breton merchant, none the wiser. Because nobody spoke of Leseras, nobody ever would. The day of the incident was covered up so well that only three people remembered what happened. The first, the Breton merchant whom suffered the brunt of the damage. The second, the Jarl of Whiterun, who is getting his just deserts for his part. And last, the steward of the keep, the man who hushed everything up. This is of course, excluding the man who performed the deed itself, Leseras.
For you see, Leseras was an unassuming Breton who lived a pampered life in the Plains district of Whiterun. He was a fairly unassuming young man who helped in his father's store. At times, he would go to the nearby farms to buy cheaper produce that his mother and sister would cook. Leseras was a happy Breton who had everything in life that many in the realm of Skyrim would desire. Yet...after all that it was not enough. He desired...something more. As each day passed, he felt life turn more and more monotonous. The people of Whiterun started to turn into scenery to him. Like the strong trees of the forest, they never changed. It was always the same thing day in and out.
Sometimes he would toy with the idea of leaving the safety of the city on an adventure. He wanted to see new things and experience life to the fullest. But then again, once he saw those new things they would turn old. And when they turned old, they would become boring and monotonous, just like his life. Incredibly let down, he wandered into the Wind district and came upon a most curious sight. Two families, Graymane and Battle-born, were happily conversing with each other. They looked so happy. But of course, he knew that already. They were, after all part of the scenery that plagued his life. At that moment, something changed in him fundamentally. A malicious grin stretched across his face. If the scenery didn't want to change, he would change it!
But oh what would he do? How could he change this sickening portrait of love and happiness? It was going to be hard he figured, and the question plagued his mind as he stumbled into his home. Running on auto-pilot, he slipped into his bed and lay there, pondering his next move. Just as sleep took-over, he heard the pitter patter of rain falling outside. The boom of thunder echoed throughout Whiterun. Leseras felt a warmth around his mid-section and sighed. Slowly, he peeked down and saw the visage of his little sister, Sophia, clinging fearfully to his body. She was afraid of lightning and thunder, and she would always do this when it rained. He moved his hand and rubbed the scalp of her head endearingly, causing her to look up at him with puppy eyes.
"Scared of the thunder again Sophia?" He whispered. She hesitated but answered. "Yes Brother..." His sister looked down. "It's okay right?" Instead of answering, he moved his arm over her and pulled his sister closer. Though it rained, he felt warmth radiating from his sister. With a smile on his face, the lull of sleep ensnared him in. And he dreamed...dreamed of darkness and of Daedric Princes...dreamed of his demise
The surroundings were dark and grim. There was no light. He could not see himself or any other. Glancing around, he felt a tinge of fear. This was the fear of the unknown. A voice boomed out, causing him to fall on his behind. "Welcome to my realm...mortal." His eyes widened in fear. That voice...it was not normal. It was so malicious and evil, he felt the shivers crawl up his spine. In fact he felt them crawl up his hands and legs and...wait a minute. He grasped onto his forearm and felt...a spider. Screaming in fear, Leseras leaped upwards and scrambled around, trying to get rid of the spiders crawling on his body. However, the more he moved the more he felt his mobility get restricted. Eventually, he came to a stop in mid-air, suspended by strands of stickiness.
"Are you done, mortal? The voice sounded put off yet amused. "Now if you are done with your...sniveling, I have a proposition for you. I heard the delicious thoughts in your head just now. They were sooo sinfully delightful. Tell me...if I gave you the abilities to carry out your wish, what would you do with them?"Slowly, the features on his face morphed from fear to glee. He thought long and hard. It was fortunate the Daedra has no concept of time, or she would have vaporized him for testing her patience. Eventually he looked up and smirked.
"I would stir trouble everywhere. Interfere with affairs where I'm not needed." He swept his hand to the side. "I want to change everything around me into my plaything. If it isn't interesting enough, I WILL MAKE IT SO! That is my wish, my desire! Grant it to me, and you will see it happen!"
The voice chuckled with mirth. "You had my curiosity...now you have my attention. Very well mortal. You shall have your wish, in return you will serve me forever. Do you accept?" His mobility no longer hindered, Leseras flailed his arms upwards and screamed. "Yes! Give it to me!"
"You bend to me?
"Yes!"
"You pledge your soul to me?"
"Yes!"
"You renounce those pathetic Aedra that you serve?"
"Yes mistress!"
"Then rise my servant, and receive the gifts I bestow upon you. First, is the ebony blade, used to slay the innocent and unsuspecting. Next, my powers of illusion, at which you will have no equal. Go my servant, spread dissent in MY NAME!"
He awoke with a start. No longer was he in his bed, but laying behind the house of the Graymanes. Besides him, lay a long blade crafted in ebony. An evil shine seemed to gleam off the metal. Hefting the blade upwards, he observed his surroundings. It was still nighttime and the guards were no where to be seen. Grinning in victory, he cast an illusion on himself and walked into the Graymane house. The family was asleep. Perfect. He walked to each on and cast a deep seated illusion on their minds. "Dream my pretties...dream of death and destruction. Make things more, interesting!"
Night turned to day, and he awoke to the sounds of screaming. Gleefully, he jolt from his bed into the Winds district to find that his wish had come through. Oh what delicious sorrow it is, to see the buffoons of Graymane and nitwits of Battle-born tearing each other up over a small bag of septims. The scenery was different, changed into something much more INTERESTING! Leseras whistled a jaunty tune as he strolled back home, ushering his beloved sister in when she questioned him about the ruckus. "It's nothing my dear...now come inside and cook me something will you?"
Suddenly, the ebony blade appeared in his hands. Without him willing it, the blade swooped down on. Blood splattered across the walls of the store. His mother heard the noise and came down to see what happened. She screamed, but was silenced soon after. Leseras fell to the ground, eyes wide in horror. What is this! He didn't mean to do anything like that! The blade...it moved on its own.
"Oh I just love messing with affairs of mortals...don't you, my servant?" His mouth stood agape as he heard her. Slowly, Leseras raised his trembling, blood stained hands and stared at them. The fear in the air seemed almost palpable. Just then, the guards burst in. They were stock still at the sight. Their duty soon set in and they dragged Leseras into the dungeons.
Days later, Belethor was in the dungeons, glaring mercilessly at the boy. He slapped him, hard. And walked away. "I have no son..." Leseras heard him mutter.
The blade was brought before the Jarl who examined it closely with his trusted steward. He did not dare show it to the court magician, for he might give in to temptation. Both the Jarl and Proventus came to the same conclusion, the blade was evil. For what reason they didn't know but it was cursed and should not come into the hands of any man, mortal or not. So the locked it away, and locked the incident away as well. No one needed to know, nobody should know of this travesty that happened in their fair city. They decided that the boy deserved nothing but the worst death possible, but settled on a quiet execution.
However, when they went to retrieve him, the boy was gone...
Personality: Scarred and broken by his past, Leseras doesn't like social contact. Any and all warmth from him is an illusion that will bite you in the butt later on. He is forced to cause problems with people at the behest of his master. And like a robot, he mechanically and systemically will destroy the lives of many, for no reason but the whims of a Deadra.
Now just a few general rules.
1. Proper grammar, punctuation etc. The one thing I cannot tolerate is incoherent English.
2. You can re-use characters from another RP. Simply alter it slightly to fit the scenario presented above.
3. There will be a limit to the vacancy. This is because I do not want to be overly ambitious and manage a large group of people. That said, anyone can apply.
4. Please have a good CC. A good start is half the battle won.
5. No god-modding. I will not god-mod either. Rather I'll present you with a set of circumstances. How you navigate through them is up to you.
6. Real life can get in the way, and it is perfectly fine to suspend your character. Simply inform me. You will be welcome back anytime.
7. Enough of the rules, let's have some fun with this RP.
