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    Rell

    Champion of Malacath!
    Name: Jamiel Acosta

    Age: 28

    Sex: Male

    Race: Redguard

    Sexuality: Straight

    Relationship/Marital status: Single

    Laterality: Doesn't really favour any hand over the other.

    Afflictions: None
    Appearance: Jamiel is both tall and broad chested, with little body hair to speak of. His head is bald, or nearly so, and his face is fairly clean shaven. Scars decorate his well muscled chest and flat stomach; a testament to years of violence and victories. His eyes are a pale blue, and seem to sparkle with a hidden kindness or mirth. He has a small, saphhire gemstone peiercing in his right ear.

    Armour: Wears a set of hide and lamellar over his torso and legs. Not the greatest for prolonged fighting, especially against people with peircing weaponry, but it has served him faithfully for over a decade. Patches and shinier peices of armour where his gear has been replaced. Wears oval shaped steel plates on his shoulders, light hide armour over his arms, and studded bracers.

    Weaponry: A steel longmace. The haft of the weapon is a little under two metres long, and the head of the weapon is identical to every other steel mace forged in that fashion. He also likes to use his fists.

    Class: Barbarian (or close to it.)

    Combat preference: Jamiel is often in the thick of a fight, his longmace smashing through shields and armor with ease. Most people would think that someone of his size is slow moving- an easy target. They'd be badly mistaken and Jamiel twists and dodges away from return swings, and easily parries those few blows he cannot avoid. Because of his light armor, he's not going to be able to take shots from arrows or crossbows, and he's pretty much helpless against magic.

    Personality: Even though his size makes him look intimidating, and his deep voice does little to alleviate that, Jamiel is a jovial and kind man. That does not mean he's not up for a bit of trouble making. He is a little too fond of his drink and he's always looking forwards to his next fight. He makes friends easily, and will stay loyal to them, even if the danger is great.

    Religion: The nine divines

    Positive traits: Jovial, Adventurous, Considerate
    Negative traits: Impatient, Alcoholic, Blunt

    Likes: Ale, Fighting, a good joke.
    Dislikes: Quiet, undead, extremely serious people.

    Fears: Being buried alive.

    History: Born and raised on the coast of Hammerfell, Jamiel served on a fishing vessel for most of his early life. However, he had an unquenchable lust for adventure, one that sailing the same stretch of ocean over and over did little to help with. So it was that he parted ways with those he'd known for most of his youth to become an adventurer.

    He was never a great hero, but he was a good fighter. Strong enough to swing his heavy longmace, and at the same time nimble enough to avoid most return strikes. He did collect his fair share of both coins and scars, both of which he used to benefit himself in the taverns he visited. Mostly on ales and wenches.

    Eventually, he found himself in Skyrim during the end of the war. Shortly after Ulfrics' death, he started to hear of strange happenings. The legion soldiers he usually drank with became unusually grim, and the villagers and townsfolk eyed strangers, including himself, with suspicion. It was then that he was contacted by a courier, who claimed to have an urgent task for him, and directed him to Dragonsbridge.

    Dialogue: This.
     

    Madrar

    The Shadow in the Dark.
    Yeah....where is that slacker, anyways?;) Should be able to get an intro up tonight.
     

    Aethalia

    Well-Known Member
    So I think I'll have the IC for this up tomorrow sometime, if everything goes to plan. Then Madrar can just post his card whenever.
     

    Thesius

    The Imperial Paladin
    Yeah....where is that slacker, anyways?;) Should be able to get an intro up tonight.

    Jumping the gun a little, aren't ya?
     

    Aethalia

    Well-Known Member
    Forgive me, everyone, I've become distracted and occupied with work...I'm working on editing the cast list and getting the IC up in the next hour.
     

    The Seraph

    When the Dawn Breaks, I shall be there
    If you would not mind my presence, I would be glad to join. If you would, I apologize for bothering you all.
     

    The Seraph

    When the Dawn Breaks, I shall be there
    Name: Serilius Audola

    Age: 42

    Sex: Male

    Race: Imperial

    Sexuality: Heterosexual

    Relationship/Marital status: Widower

    Laterality: Right handed

    Afflictions: None

    Appearance: Serilius is rather tall (6 feet) but lean. While not weak, he is not excessively muscled. He has a bronze skin tone with golden blonde hair and bright hazel eyes. His face is angular and lean, with a thin, pointed nose and narrow eyes. He has a very bright and wide smile that is worn constantly. He hears a very well trimmed and medium length beard, same color as his hair. He smells very strongly of lily of the valley due to his constant inundation with the Golden Flame. He is youthful looking, appearing to be in his twenties.

    Armour: He wears a full set of chainmail, covering every portion of his body except the head. Over that, he wears a very extravagant white leather set. The jacket is collared and strapped and extends all the way to his ankles. It opens up from the hips down and tapers off to the side, leaving his legs free. The sleeves are well fitting, as is most of the jacket once all the straps (which are located only above the hips) are tightened. The jacket is white leather with metallic, floral designs embossed into it. Serilius wears white, leather gloves that extend to his elbow, with matching boots that extend to his knees. His pants are also white leather and well fitting, but without the added extravagance of the jacket. All the clothes are enchanted to ward off against flames.

    Weaponry: Serilius wields a farmer's scythe blade as a sword. It has been modified to be able to withstand the rigors of battle. It has also been enchanted to burn any opponent it strikes. Aside from that, he wields his signature Golden Flame. It is a mix of a Destruction spell and a Restoration spell, being able to switch between harming and healing at the users whim. The flames are quite deadly while the restoration is actually fairly weak, being able to do little more than preserve the recipients age and preventing any illnesses or infection from taking hold. Actually curing diseases and fixing anything worse than a scrape is beyond its capability.

    Class: Battlemage

    Combat preference: Serilius is always found in the flanks, blasting away at the enemy from a distance with his spells. Should he run out of magicka or find an enemy in close quarters, Serilius charges in with his sword, capable of dealing tremendous harm to his opponent with his falx. He often tried to avoid direct battle due to the fact his armour is not the sturdiest.

    Personality: Serilius outwardly presents himself as being patient, polite and selfless. He actively tries to help people cure their afflictions and teach them how to better prevent it. He does come off as grandiose and slightly vain though. In reality, he is very capricious and self serving. He only ever helps people due to being very disgusted with them and wanting to stop them from being that way. He is very egotistical, though he tries to hide that aspect of himself. Most of all, he is extremely obsessed with cleanliness. He regularly bathes himself in his Golden Flame, trying to constantly stay away from all sources of illness and disease. He is not above killing people, animals or things that he finds to be diseased or have the potential for disease. Unburdened by his warped viewpoint, he is ruthless in his cleansing and only stops when he perceived the surrounding area to be free of all forms of disease. He is genuinely polite and patient though. Even if he is secretly disgusted by most people, he tries to not offend or hurt them, unless they refuse to accept the idea of cleanliness, as he knows they are simply unknowing of how unclean they are.

    Religion: Formerly the Eight Divines, now he worships no gods.

    Positive traits: Helpful, polite, determined

    Negative traits: Egotistical, mercurial, unwavering in viewpoint

    Likes: Cleanliness, open spaces, receptive people, daylight, healers

    Dislikes: Disease, filth, arrogant people, death or rot, Daedra, necromancers

    Fears: Getting sick, falling in love only to lose it again, dying unknown and alone

    History: Serilius was born in a small Colovian village in 171. He grew up in the terror of the Great War and pledged to one day join the Legion so that he may one day defend his home as the soldiers had failed to do. He trained under a Breton mage in his village and soon became well acquainted with the wrath and fury of Destruction magic. That, however, was not the only thing he became acquainted with, for the mage had a daughter named Lily. They had always been inseparable and as they aged, they only grew closer. When the time came, at age 20, Serilius left for the Legion and the war in Skyrim. A year later, he returned to his village and was greeted with a child. He wed Lily and for three years they led a happy life. Serilius picked up Restoration and Lily learned Alchemy so that they might work together. Then one day, a terrible illness swept through the village. Lily and the child fell ill and perished. Distraught, Serilius fled the village and wound up at a forgotten shrine to the forbidden god Talos. He prayed for days and days, saying every name that came to his head for an answer. At last he found an answer, but no Divine or Daedra graced his mind. He felt it must have been the villagers, the ones who dared to be so unclean, the ones who spread the diseases. He razed the village to the ground in anger, leaving no man, woman or child alive. Using their money, he had his distinct armour and weapon forged so that he may protect himself. He created his Golden Flame as a testament to his philosophy, "Sterilization and cleanliness at any cost", and set off on a mission to rid every cave, city and hollow in Tamriel of illness and disease.

    Dialogue: This
     
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    Harkatti

    Sorceress Supreme!
    Name: Anya Frostborn

    Age: 34

    Sex: Female

    Race: Nord

    Sexuality: Heterosexual

    Relationship/Marital status: Single

    Laterality: Right handed

    Afflictions: None

    Appearance: Anya is atypical as nords come. Rather than being sturdily built and blond, Anyas' hair is black as a crows wing and her skin is as pale as the snow. She has a narrow, fine boned face, with thin brows over icy blue eyes. She's a lean woman and not very well endowed, nor is she exceptionally tall.

    Armour: She wears a steel breastplate, carved in the nordic fashion that protects her torso, shoulders, and thighs. A fine set of scale mail covers her lower arms and legs.

    Weaponry: An ancestral longsword, enchanted with cold and aptly named Winterspite.

    Class: Swordswoman/spellsword.

    Combat preference: A skilled swordswoman, Anya prefers to take her opponents apart one by one. She can fight small groups but not as skillfuly as she does in individual combat.

    Personality: Anya is a quiet and withdrawn individual, preferring not to speak out unless directly asked her opinion. She does not make friends easily, but feels a kinship with those who value things other than violence and war. Unlike many nords, she does not believe that Skyrim should be for the nords, nor does she have any real hatred of the empire. She detests cowards and liars, but accepts that sometimes discretion is the better part of valor.

    Religion: Nine divines, but more subtly than her kinsmen

    Positive traits: VIrtuous, brave, clever

    Negative traits: Withdrawn, blunt, somewhat arrogant.

    Likes: Traveling, the outdoors, solitude

    Dislikes: Racists, being confined, crowds

    Fears: Imprisionment, being trapped.

    History: Anya was born into clan Frostborn, in the coldest reaches of Skyrim. Unlike many nords, she was born with more than a little magic in her blood. While she never embraced the arcane arts, she was still treated with a mixture of respect and suspicion by her kin. Like most nord women, she learned to fight at a young age, and proved to be quite good at it, besting several others in her clan. She was still young when the first civil war broke out, and weathered the dragon crisis as most nords did; by keeping her head down and hoping not to draw the attention of the airborne predators.

    At the conclusion of the dragon crisis and the renewal of the war, she was beginning to wonder about the world outside her clans' longhouse. Skyrim was a big and dangerous place, and she wished to see as much of it as possible. A suit of fine scale and plate armour was forged for her, and she was granted her clans' ancestral blade, Winterspite. As the most skilled of the clan, she was expected to bring glory to her family.

    However, Anya has little interest in gold, and none in glory. The stories that have spread up north are of terror and strife. The jarls that supported the now slain king Ulfric are still in power, and they wish for war. A war that Anya remembers ruined far too many lives in her childhood. She seeks to help the people of Skyrim, not sate some jarls lust for blood and violence in another pointless conflict. To that end, she leaves for the town of Dragonsbridge, having heard the call for adventurers and sellswords.

    Dialogue: This pale grey.
     

    Thesius

    The Imperial Paladin
    I should have my intro up today or tomorrow. Is it alright if I have Murtagh already at the tavern? I know Isran said nobody else had shown up, but my boy Murtagh didn't really stroll in and start asking questions.
     

    Aethalia

    Well-Known Member
    Yes, that'd be fine. Isran doesn't really know if anyone else has shown up yet. He's just assuming Syloria is the first.
     

    Aethalia

    Well-Known Member
    Whatever works best for you guys. Most people haven't put up an intro yet so I don't think we need to worry about order yet.
     

    Aethalia

    Well-Known Member
    It is indeed. Please do let me see what you come up with. I'd also like to issue an invitation to @Simus , if he's interested in having a part.
     

    The Seraph

    When the Dawn Breaks, I shall be there
    Do you want the core group to post first or can we just post whenever?
     

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