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    Morbidbread

    Fight for the lost
    Okay, well I said we'd get started once we have more than four people, and if I'm not mistaken, we do. IC will be up soon.
     

    Signus

    Well-Known Member
    Name: Andros Haorsson

    Age:
    38

    Sex: Male

    Race: Nord

    Sexuality: Heterosexual

    Relationship/Marital status: Widower

    Laterality: Uses both hands for his axe.

    Afflictions: Vampirism

    Appearance: Haorsson stands at just under six feet (5'10"), and weighs in at nearly 200 lbs. He is extremely fit, his job as a bounty hunter, and his weapon of choice having built up impressive musculature. He has dark, steel grey eyes, and his hair and beard are cut short and a black as night. His entire body is covered in scars, but the ones he works to hide are the two circular marks on his throat.

    Armour: He wears a mix of scale and leather armour, steel capped boots, and a helmet that covers the upper half of his face. The lower half of his face, including his neck, is concealed by a cloth mask. It is thin enough for him to be heard without lowering the mask.

    Weaponry: Wields a two handed, bearded battle axe, with a leather wrapped haft to offer a better grip.

    Class: Bounty Hunter/Warrior

    Combat preference: Andros performs best when in the thick of combat. His bearded axe, wielded by capable hands, is capable of chopping through light armour, and the flesh beneath, with absurd ease. Using a long weapon like an axe, of course means he needs plenty of room to swing.Should he get trapped in narrow confines or somehow lose his weapon, Andros switches over to his long steel dagger. He lacks any magical skills, and isn't much of an archer. In extreme circumstances, he can throw his dagger, but there's no guarantee he'll cause any damage.


    Personality: Andros is a cold, focused individual. He makes little to no attempt at communication, besides the occasional curt word or grunt. He was not always like this, but the traumatic events of his past have scarred him irreparably. He prefers to work alone, but he will do his best to keep his companions alive, should he work with others. As a bounty hunter, he has an interest in seeing the law upheld. However, his main concern is taking down his target. If this means the others of his group must suffer, so be it.


    Religion: Renounced the gods years ago.

    Positive traits: Focused, relentless, goal oriented

    Negative traits: Pessimistic, Cold, Ruthless

    Likes: Gold, Upholding the law.

    Dislikes: Vampires, the gods, and himself.

    Fears: Losing control of his thirst.

    History:
    Several years ago, Andros Haorsson was a simple man, living in the Rift with his wife and two children. He worked as a bounty hunter for the jarl of Riften, bringing criminals of the hold to justice. Though he was by no means a rich man, the nord and his family were comfortable, and by no means starving.

    However, Andros made the mistake of taking a bounty on a high ranking fence, operating out of redwater den. As was the usual, he brought the man back to Riften, turning him over to the city guard. What he didn't know, was that the fence was a thrall for a powerful vampire, who'd been using him to finance his own operations in the Rift. Several nights later, the vampires attacked. Andros' family lived in a small cabin outside of the city. The attack was fast and brutal. Andros, desperate to save his family, fought the master vampire. It was a short and one sided affair.

    The vampire, imbued with unnatural strength, speed, and centuries of experience, brought Andros to the brink of death. With his family dead, the broken nord waited for death. But something so much worse awaited him. To his horror, he awoke the next morning, flesh burning in the sunlight. Through enormous strength of will, he forced himself to seek shelter, determined to bring the murderers to justice. Three words keep him going. They.Will.Pay.


    Dialogue: Red
     

    Rell

    Champion of Malacath!
    Name: Remorin Dreyvas

    Gender:Male

    Race: Dunmer

    Age: 86, appears to be much young because...well, he's an elf.

    Sexual Preference: Heterosexual

    Class: Sorcerer

    Weapons: No physical weaponry.

    Armour: None to speak of. He wears Dark robes and grey clothing underneath. His boots are made to withstand lots of travel, but were clearly tailored to be more impressive than the footwear of the common folk.

    Combat Preference: Remorin is more than happy to have everyone else do the fighting for him. In fact, he'll do his best to keep anyone else he's working with between himself and harm. Despite his self-preserving attitude, Remorin is a master sorcerer and will cast all manner of damaging spells at things he deems worth his time to utterly destroy.

    Character Appearance : Rail thin and tall for a dark elf, Remorin has been mistaken for being on the brink of starvation by the 'uneducated'. His somewhat skeletal appearance can come across as either intimidating or weak, something that leads many people to underestimate him. His eyes are a deep red, which contrasts with his pale grey, ashy skin. He has long dark hair bound together with a leather strip. His right hand he keeps hidden when possible, as it is covered in burn scars up to the shoulder, a result of an accident when he was a mere apprentice.

    Personality : Remorin is arrogant, self-centered, and can be cruel at times. He is more concerned with garnering further power for himself than he is actually helping anyone. Something that he makes no real secret about, not caring who he might anger with his attitude. He justifies the more questionable of his actions as a means to an end, feeling little to no responsibility for them. He will work towards the groups goals so long as they benefit him at least as much as they do anyone else.

    Likes: Gathering power, quiet study, a good glass of wine.

    Dislikes: Getting his robes dirt, ignorance, anyone who can't help him further his goals.


    History : Remorin was born a refugee as his family fled from the ruin of Morrowind. Eventually, he settled in Skyrim, and spent most of his childhood in the settlement of Shor's Stone. His magical talents were noted from a young age and he quickly began to focus on developing them, much to the chagrin of his parents. The nords didn't trust the dunmer much, and they trusted a dunmer mage even less. So it was that Remorin had little in the way of friends growing up, when he wasn't picked on by those who saw his frail form.

    As a young elf, he left home to study at the prestigious college of Winterhold. He was delighted to have his skills appreciated, and quickly grew in power, impressing his teachers. However, it was not long before the dunmer sorcerer was of the mind that he'd learned all he could from the master mages of Winterhold. Ever eager for more power, he turned to...darker pursuits.

    Convincing one of his fellow students to accompany him, Remorin left the college, with a handful of stolen books detailing dangerous rites and spells. One such rite detailed how to rip the magical power from another mage. Strictly forbidden by most learning institutions, of course. But Remorin was a fast learner, and more than a little cunning. He tricked his fellow mage, and drained their arcane energies into himself, killing them when he had finished.

    Now a wanted mer in Winterhold, Remorin is relieved that this new crisis has taken the pressure off of him as the strange disease from the Rift spreads gradually. Remorin isn't particularly interested in helping, but he senses an opportunity to garner power, and he fully intends to act on it. Joining the others that have been summoned to Whiterun, the devious sorcerer offers his aid.

    Dialogue color: Pale Orange.
     

    Screeching Spasmodically

    Spasmodic Screecher
    Name: Aurenia Caedrai

    Gender: Female

    Race: Altmer

    Age: 122, looks about late twenties to mid thirties.

    Sexual Preference: Bisexual

    Class: Nightblade

    Weapons: A long scimitar,beautifully engraved with elven runes. The moonstone ingots it was forged from gives the weapon a distinct pale gold sheen. She fights with a shorter aldmeri blade in her off hand, equally masterful in craft.

    Known spells: As a nightblade, she does know some very minor illusion and destruction spells.

    Armour: Darkened leather covers most of her body, which allows for fast and silent movement, when she needs to. The armour is specially treated to resist magic, but will not do very well against heavy blows or piercing attacks. The edges of the armour have very faint silver filigree worked into their edges.

    Miscellaneous Gear: A dark, hooded cloak that she wears, more to conceal her identity than for travel, but it works both ways. Some coins, a water skin, preserved foods.

    Combat Preference : She prefers to avoid combat altogether, taking her enemies apart from the shadows, before fading away. However, if things go sideways, she will remain near the edges of a fight, picking off stragglers and engaging the enemy in one on one duels. How fair those duels are, is entirely up to her. A punch wreathed in lightning is usually enough to put an enemy out of a fight. But then, so is a cut throat or lanced heart.

    Character Appearance: Aurenia is typically tall, like most of her kin (5'9"), but she's more pale gold than the deeper colouration of other altmer. She is clearly fit though not unattractive, with moderate curves, generally constrained by her armour. She has deep golden eyes and dark blonde hair that stops just before her shoulder blades. She has no piercings or tattoos, but a long scar does run the length of her torso on her right side.

    Personality : Aurenia isn't quite as self centered as some high elves, but she can be a little arrogant at times. For the most part, she is task focused, quiet, and courteous. She doesn't subscribe to the idea of altmer being better than everyone else, something that catches those she works with by surprise, on occasion. While she doesn't care much for the law, she also doesn't go out of her way to break it.

    Likes: A nice glass of wine, the sound of rushing water, darkness

    Dislikes: Open spaces, prison, thalmor


    History : Aurenia was never a talkative child, constantly running off to read or draw on her own, a habit that stayed with her well into adulthood. Her mother was a master swordswoman, and taught her how to handle a blade at a young age, both for her own protection and that she could make up for her meagre arcane abilities. Her father, was a well respected member of the Thalmor, though Aurenia didn't much care for their tyrannical regime. For his part, her father never let her forget that he viewed her as something of a disappointment, though he continued to push for her to join the dominion forces and 'make something of herself'.

    With little choice and not wanting to draw the ire of the thalmor, she did as instructed. While she had little magical talent, she showed that she could slip into most places unseen, something that raised quiet a few eyebrows. She was inducted into the thalmor forces as a shadowy assassin, employed to remove political rivals, enemy lords, and the occasional heretic.

    A century later, the thalmor are gone from Skyrim, leaving Aurenia to survive the best she could on her own. Perhaps unsurprisingly, she thrived as a freelance assassin, taking jobs on rebellious thanes and bandit leaders alike. While she originally saw herself as something of a simple weapon when working for the thalmor, recent events have caused her to take a long view. When word reached her of trouble in the Rift and an assembling of adventurers taking place in Whiterun, she made her way to that city.

    Dialogue color: This goldish colour?
     

    Morbidbread

    Fight for the lost
    Very nice, Screech! Looking forwards to seeing her in action. So everyone's aware, I'm not too fussed with posting order, so long as everyone gets a chance to react to a scenario.
     

    Harkatti

    Sorceress Supreme!
    I think I can get an intro up today. In other news, I wish it would just rain already. I was outside for half an hour today, and was covered in sweat in about five minutes. Humidity is the worst.
     

    Drahkma

    Dashing Imperial Officer.
    Probably have my intro up either tonight or tomorrow morning. Probably tomorrow, since I'm opening up for the first time in...well, in forever, it seems.
     

    Harkatti

    Sorceress Supreme!
    I think I need to have Anya introduce herself to Kallas ASAP. seems like he's the only up and up fighter of the group.
     

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