OOC Sins of our Elders [[Accepting Applications]]

Mr.Self Destruct · Jan 8, 2013

Seeing as how I have more time on my hands nowadays and I've recently rekindled my interest in fantasy RP (mostly due in part to the Hobbit.) I'd be glad to apply

Name: Alistar
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Position: Reconnaissance, Intelligence
Birthplace: Haafingar, Skyrim
Current Residence: None
Alliances: Rangers (of the Wild, as they are known by.)
Occupation: Ranger

Appearance: Tall and well built, Alistar is a rugged and capable individual. He has a strong, defined visage complete with imposing blue eyes, shoulder-length dark hair and rough stubble. His body has a few scars, mostly along his torso and arms, wounds earned from years of combat and adventuring. He dresses as the others in his order do, in lightweight leather armor complete with a dark green cloak.

Personality: Alistar is very methodical and deliberate, seldom speaking out in favor of letting his actions do the talking. While reserved and very modest, behind his commanding aura is a sensible and capable leader. He has skill with both the bow and the blade, but much of his strong suits lay with his ability to track and hunt prey. He is a very capable woodsman and Ranger, and has much knowledge concerning surviving in the wild.

History: Born into an elusive, yet industrious band of Rangers. Alistar knew the toils and drudgery of life from an early age, being born during the Great War. Though he was very young at the time, he remembers some of the war's aftermath. Charred and burned cities, razed countryside, and the dead sprawled across fields and roads.

The Rangers fought the Dominion for a time, using ambush tactics and guerrilla warfare to slow the enemy's movements and cooperating alongside bands of Legionaries to lead skirmishes and small battles. Alistar trained during this time alongside his father, learning how to fight and hunt from the age of adolescence. While the days were long and tiring, it taught him discipline, and the training made him who he is today.

Together they explored the provinces of Tamriel together, from the Northern mountains of Skyrim to the arid deserts of Hammerfell and beyond. When Alistar was a teenager, he was ready to become a full-fledged member. The guild rarely works together, with members scattered across Tamriel; mostly in Skyrim and Cyrodiil, patrolling alone. Seldom do they meet to discuss news and happenings. Becoming a full member meant Alistar would have to leave his father's side, and go on his own way.

Years passed, with Alistar becoming just as seasoned and capable as the rest of his comrades. However, his aging father fell ill, and not long after, he passed. His father's death made Alistar colder, and for a while he acted with anger and spite. However, since he's accepted his father's passing. And carries with him the values taught to him.

During the Civil War, Alistar paid little attention. He wasn't particularly fond of Ulfric, but he never chose a side. When the war had ended; and Skyrim had been reduced to an impoverished nation struggling to keep it's head above water, Alistar decided it was time to act. While the others in his order are either apathetic or disagree entirely, he wishes to see Skyrim returned to it's former strength; along with the Empire.

RP: Well, I have experience here on the forums. You could look into Rise of the Falmer to see some of my posts, 6E 1147 or Seas of Nirn.

rizen · Jan 10, 2013

Apologies to everyone for my short notice absence...and thank you Ashleigh for passing on that message.
My son was involved in an accident a few days ago, he's going to be fine after riding his bed for a little while (at least he has Skyrim to keep him occupied). Got back from the hospital today, and I don't have the focus to write anything, probably not for a couple of days at the least, I'm exhausted and emotionally drained but will get back into the throws soon.

Mr.Self Destruct · Jan 10, 2013

Tweaked my character a bit, just for story's sake.

Znowcicle · Jan 10, 2013

Glad he's okay Rizen.

Bruynzeel · Jan 18, 2013

I am pulling out of the Application process. I Just no longer have the time. I might have a couple weeks or a month back but no longer. I will still read the story when I can. And I thank you all for your consideration. But my illness and other time requirements have caught up with me.

Kir the Silent · Jan 18, 2013

Aww, that' too bad B. But I understand, btw everyone I'll post whenever Andante can get around to responding

Boudica · Jan 19, 2013

If this thing is still open, I think I would very much like to post a cc and try to apply

But if applications are no longer being accepted then I understand

Boudica · Jan 19, 2013

Name: Folror Siorion
Age: A good century or so
Sex: Male
Race: Altmer (High Elf)

Position: Healer, Carer

Birthplace: Skywatch, The Summerset Isles
Current Residence: Dominion quarters, Solitude, Skyrim

Alliances or Affiliations: Aldmeri Dominion - Rebellion (later)
Occupation: Errand boy...(however he is an accomplished mage specialising in the arts of Restoration)

Appearance:

Folror has lightly golden skin and sharp yellow eyes that are almond shaped and slightly on the deeply set side. His cheekbones are high and well structured, his nose is straight (if a little on the big side) and he is generally considered handsome by Altmer women as all of his features are well placed and well grown. Going against the norm of being clean-shaven because of his diversified upbringing, Folror chooses to grow a beard that he trims and upkeeps with great care and attention; being rather proud of his facial hair as it is considered a unque quality within a sect that is know for its apparent 'hairlessness'. He is naturally dark haired and follows the norm this time with having his hair traditionally long and needing to be tied up in a ponytail if his hair needs to be of as little distraction as possible. However, this is rarely the case and it is generally a well behaved mop of hair, staying behind his ears or out of his face is he grooms it there.

Standing at 6'2", Folror was laughed at for being a little shorter than the High elven average, being on par with nords in height and build rather than his racial norm of tall, willowy humanoids. True, he is less stocky than the Skyrim natives and is naturally thinner and less inclined to be muscular, yet a childhood of working a cattle ranch did build up sizeable strength in his arms and legs. Yet, he has thinned out more in his adulthood as he is not as exposed to hard manual labour now than what he was in his youth. But, he still pays attention to his body and holds and appreciation for both magical and physical might.

Fashions have come and gone, but Folror remains rather stuck in his ways. Leather armour always comes in useful but unless he is purposefully going into harms way, he will stick to more casual robes and cloth clothing as he has a special place in his heart for clothing that allows an ease of mobility. He isn't a big fan of the uniform which he is obligated to wear in the Dominion because he believes to it be too...'overpowering'; emanating a smug superiority in its very threads and a destructive will of its own. Yet he wears it, for the fear of what would happen if he casually discarded the battle robes on accounts of not liking the feeling that he felt in them.

Personality: In general, Folror isn't as bad a person as many outsiders believe when they catch a glimpse of him in the robes of the Thalmor Oppressors. He isn't oppressive, nor is he cruel or hard-hearted and in fact, he has to dig rather deeply inside of himself to truly loathe someone or wish them any sort of harm.
He is definately not careless when concerning the lives of others or violence at all because of his 'soft' (as fellow agents have called him) personality.
Neither does he indulge in the Thalmor pastime of throwing boxes of defenseless kittens or orphans off of sheer cliffs.

Folror is an amiable guy, he enjoys a laugh, enjoys a dance and a sing and the company of like minded individuals. He tries his best to be sympthetic to the plights of others as he himself didn't grow up surrounded by a cloud of invulnerability and was subject to prejudice and persecution. He seeks to aid others and gains more satisfaction from a release than a death sentence...but he simply made one bad mistake, and now is involved in the wrong organization, surrounded by the wrong sorts of people, who hinder, rather than help his wishes to see people bettered instead of belittled, bullied and beheaded.
Sometimes, when he thinks he is under the radar and away from the all seeing eye of the iron fisted Dominion, he will take food and leave it in sections of the city in a covert manner, as if he is discarding it...He does it so that the starving urchins who he knows still remain in the city, get at least a morsel of food sometime. This recklessness and quiet, small rebellion of protocol has Folrors heart in a conflict between aiding others and aiding himself. He knows that one day, these small acts of kindness could get him executed and when he is dead he won't be much good to those who are dying of starvation, plague and violence.

Yet, despite all of his pro's, Folror is (if you permit the cliche) only 'human'. He is flawed and imperfect and has some rather subtle difficulties of personality. For one, he can be particularly wary unintentionally as he knows what some people are capable of when the situations are as dire as the ones Skyrim finds itself in now. He can be known to push away potential allies and create unnecessary enemies because he is cautious of peoples personalities after witnessing the duality of spirit that some people possess. Folror is never one to open up and confess to someone, lest that give them to ability to use it against him afterwards. However, this comes with the plus of, if you tell him something, he might as well never have known it as trying to get him to talk is like trying to get blood from a stone.
This trait also means that he creates assumptions about people too quickly, be they either good assumptions or bad, and it takes actions, not honeyed words to cause him to think about you in a different light. These assumptions generally stick so if he thinks you are loyal, he will think so until you stab him in the back and prove, once again, that he is a rather bad judge of character.

Also, some side-notes are that he is fiercely independent and generally gets irritated when he cannot do something and relies on others to do it for him. If he knows he is capable of doing something by himself, or even partially sure he can achieve success, he will do it without asking for any help. People generally assume he is too proud, which is partially the case but not the origin of this behavior. Having being looked down upon for the majority of your life, you do get a slight inferiority complex and Folror definately feels like others view him as inferior the majority of the time because he may not be as good a destructive caster or any good at all with a blade larger than a dagger. Because he straddles the middle line he is often not recognized for his talents and this causes him a great deal of upset and annoyance.

History: Folror may be Altmer by blood, but the the majority of his life was influenced by the Nords and the harsh province of Skyrim. His parents moved from Skywatch and the Summerset Isles in order to farm the fertile and profitable southern reaches of the rugged northern province. His mother and father felt at odds in their native Isles as travelling ran deep in both parental lines, and their profession of farmers didn't sit too well with the majority of High Elven existance. They were neither magically or intellectually gifted and were an under-appreciated part of the community; only acknowledged when wool, meat or grain was in short supply.

Yet, Folror still grew up surrounded by hatred and sometimes even violence. He lacked many friends apart from a few other prejudiced races such as other elves or beast races, and the occassional, open-minded nord, imperial or breton. One of his closest friends was an Orc who was simply named Kull, and Folror found that being attacked was a lot easier to handle if you had someone else around to guard your flank.
When Kull was forced to move along with his stronghold commune of a family, Folror was depressed for several weeks, promising that childhish promise of seeing each other again.

To this day, he hasn't.

His skills on horseback were his main skill, followed secondly by an affinity for magic that his parents put down to a gene that seemed to have skipped both of them in their generation and accumalated in their offspring. Yet, he wasn't one to boast about his magical skill and didn't like to mention it as it would deepen the mistrust between the locals and his family. Shooting fireballs he couldn't do anyway, but the offensive arts held no appeal to him as they were not practical and fitting with his way of life. His affinity was for restoration and he thanked the Gods that it was, he could utilise that on the sick and wounded animals on the ranch and also, he could aid in healing the local population (when they let him) and he guessed that was a way to gain their favour

However, after a particular healing that did no good as Folror was still only young and the person was rather advanced in their sickness, the mob turned on him as if he were a traitor that had sneakily wormed his way into their good books so that he could get a chance of killing someone.
He did try to explain that he hasn't killed them, the illness did that all on its own. But they were having none of it. In the end, it heightened the tensions between the foreign farming family and the locals and ended with a bounty being put on their heads; forcing them to leave their life behind.
A hardness formed them, a mistrust in others that he would carry into his adulthood.

The Aldmeri Dominion approached his family with their salvation, as word had spread of their 'murder induced' bounty and they could find no permanent rest in Skyrim. The lathered their honeyed words and their persausive arguements, offering Folror a chance to correct his wrongs and he accepted whole-heartedly, keen for the opportunity to prove himself as being an innocent and most importantly, not a murderer.
He didn't listen to his parents warnings, and to this day he wished that he had.
They left him with his new 'family' after a large and heated arguement, and now that he looks back, he wondered what the Dominion actually did to his wandering parents...they had expressed 'rebellious tendencies' and when he became more aware, the more he disbelieved that they simply 'moved back to the Summerset Isles'.

Once he was in, he couldn't get out and he became indirectly responsible for the suffering and death of legions of innocents. He moved back to Summerset for a brief time for initiation, but was stationed back in Skyrim during the Civil War, simply as an errand boy because his skills were 'not satisfactory for a field Thalmor Operative'. He considers it a blessing now, because if his skills had been 'satisfactory', then he would have to do a lot more than pretend that he was a zealot of elven supremacy. He himself could barely stomach the thought of dragging innocents out of their houses in the middle of the night and putting them through unspeakable horrors...but he had to pretend as such. He played healer to Thalmor Agents and was generally the butt of many jokes, causing him to toughen himself and his resolve to find a way out of this mess he got himself into almost four decades ago...

Yet to find a way, he wouldn't be able to believe that his way out would come in such a way that fate had destined for him...

Roleplaying Sample:Folror awoke with a start, perspiration on his brow and beading on his hairline and a quivering, agape mouth on his face. He looked at odds with the relative calm of his private quarters with the walls of quiet, sombre stone and the untainted ray of light that bled through the small gap in the window drapes. He fell back onto his pillow with a hand clutching the left side of his face, eyes wide as he tried to calm his breathing and await for his mind to forget the dream, or nightmare, that had just run rampant in his imagination.

There had been corpses everywhere, the aftermath of a bloody and savage massacre or war. Men, women and children, old and young alike, just strewn as if they were mangled dolls of some spoilt, sadistic toddler...

He sat back up because of his inability to calm himself, and dropped his heavy hands into the canvas between his legs that had been created and stretched taut by his knees. By resting his elbows on them, he held his face in his hands and then vigorously rubbed his tired features, ridding them of fatigue as if it physically existed in a rather violent way.

'These visions need to stop', he thought to himself as he rested his chin on his left knuckles and proceeded to look grumpy, 'otherwise I won't get any rest...'

(I can write much more, its just the forums are being tempermental and I don't trust they'll hold out for much longer if I write anymore...)

death raider · Jan 19, 2013

Wow theres so much tough competition, I don't think I'll get at all, so yeah good luck to everyone, and well theres no point wishing myself luck as well the stakes are bit too high for me

so yeah Ill write up another review soon once I get the time to read through everything else

AS88 · Jan 19, 2013

Lots of great competition for this last spot, maybe the leaders will consider taking on more than one, with one being delayed until later in the story, perhaps?

Anyway, out of fear of getting buried, here's a link back to mine

OOC - Sins of our Elders [[Accepting Applications]] | Page 16 | Skyrim Forums

death raider · Jan 19, 2013

I think i might re-apply as I am was really hoping for a place so yeah just give me a day for two and I shoudl have a fresh new card!

Uther Pundragon · Jan 20, 2013

Sorry y'all, I've not heard from Dante in a few days or longer. Until she can respond I don't feel right advancing in the story, nor accepting/denying new or old apps.

Kir the Silent · Jan 20, 2013

I agree, which is why I haven't responded yet either

Boudica · Jan 20, 2013

Hey, don't worry about it, it's all goood playa' xD
Do stuff whenever you have time, there's no rush

A.Auditore · Jan 20, 2013

Jarl Uthy said:
Sorry y'all, I've not heard from Dante in a few days or longer. Until she can respond I don't feel right advancing in the story, nor accepting/denying new or old apps.

This is unacceptable and unprofessional I want to speak to your manager!!!!!!

just kidding *giggles*

AS88 · Jan 30, 2013

Jarl Uthy said:
Sorry y'all, I've not heard from Dante in a few days or longer. Until she can respond I don't feel right advancing in the story, nor accepting/denying new or old apps.

Any news lately, Uthy? I'd still love to be involved in this RP. Hopefully 'Dante will be back to her best soon

Znowcicle · Jan 30, 2013

Things have been slow all over the forum. At least in my RPs they have been.

rizen · Jan 31, 2013

I dunno how to quote in specifics, but me too.
I haven't posted since this either...for real...what really is going on?

death raider · Jan 31, 2013

I think role playing is getting a bit boring to people and some don't want to carry on anymore, I don't know why, but if any of you want to role play just pm me, and I would be happy to rp with you while your role plays are not going

Znowcicle · Jan 31, 2013

I don't think Rping is getting boring to people, I just think a lot of people are getting sick and taking care of taxes and other stuff that's keeping them busy. I know I'm really busy in school now since the turn of the year.

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