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So this is the 'thing' Shaded mentioned? Very nice. I'll get a CC up in the morning.

 

is possible to join in? the rp looks good!!

 

Two characters, you say? Well, I happen to have a couple in waiting in the wings....I mean. <_< I don't have a document with a bunch of characters just waiting to be used....that would be... >_> crazy.

Name: Adalia Suthran

Alias: N/A

Sex: Female

Race: Redgaurd

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Relationship/Marital status: Widow

Laterality: She can use both hands to cast spells, but favors the right.

Afflictions: N/A

Appearance: Adalia is a slim woman with moderate curves, a thin nose, and full lips. Her skin is best described as the rich, golden butter shade of caramel, making her paler than most redguard people. Adalia's dark hair is braided, with small sea shells being woven into it. Most of her body is devoid of scars. A few small ones mark her face, the most notable being barely an inch in length,angling down from the right corner of her mouth. It only really draws attention when she smiles. She wears a necklace set with a round sapphire the size of a human thumbnail.

Armour: Being a mage, she doesn't beleive in covering herself head to foot in constricting armor. Instead, she wears a light tunic, the color of beach sand, and pants slightly darker in tone. Over this she wears a multi-colored robe, that ranged from the turquoise of the sea, to a deep, navy blue. It is lighter toned around the shoulders and chest area, and gradually gets darker the lower it reaches. For footwear she has a pair of leather boots that don't quite reach her knees.

Weaponry: Adalia relies solely on destruction based magics. Specifically, lightning spells, from concentrated shocks, to chained lightning, capable of downing three or four enemies at once. She does have some close combat spells, but the vast majority are mid to long range.

Class: Storm mage

Combat preference: Wearing robes and lacking any type of melee weapon means that Adalia is very poorly suited to close combat. Blades typically don't have much of a problem hacking through robes, so she will almost always stay to the rear of a group, lending her powerful destruction spells to the battle. If required, she has some close combat-physical spells, but she prefers to keep out of melee range.

Personality: Adalia is generally a warm caring person, with a mischivious streak. However, she is quick to anger, and is often the first to act, rather than sit around and deliberate. She tends to look after the younger of her companions first, with an almost motherly concern. To most others, she comes off as aloof, with a bit of arrogance, especially towards what she considers to be 'dull warrior types.'

Religion: The Nine Divines

Positive traits: Caring, determined, friendly

Negative traits: Hot-headed, aloof, a little arrogant.

Likes: The sea, sailing, rain, thunderstorms

Dislikes: Intense heat and cold, pirates, thugs.

Fears: Losing friends, failing to follow through on a promise.

History: Adalia was born and raised in capital of Hammerfell, Sentinel. From a young age it was clear that she was a gifted sailor, heading out onto the boats any chance she got. She became more and more adventurous as she aged. By the time she was eighteen, she discovered her arcane powers. The distrust the redguard people have for sorcerers was less of a problem for Adalia. She spent so much time on the open water, very few of her fellows actually knew she was gifted. Of course, she often used her magics to influence the winds in the sails, or warn of a coming storm. She was greatly valued by the crew of her ship, the Diadem.

After several years at sea that she was finally promoted to captain, and given a ship and crew of her own to command. She named it the Stormsprite. The new vessel soon lived up to its' name, sailing through storms that would have ruined even the greatest of warships. Many a raider or pirate vessel learned this the hard way, as they attempted to sail through storms, only to be chased down by the pirate hunter, or destroyed by the sea and winds.

It was on her wild adventures along the coast of Hammerfell and Highrock that she met her husband, Tarir. His ship had been sunk by pirates just off the coast of southern Hammerfell, and as luck would have it, Adalia had been passing by in time to see his pitiful form desperately clinging to the ruin of his ship. Her crew fished him from the sea, and Adalia herself nursed Tarir back to health. The grateful man joined her crew, and proved himself a capable swordsman and sailor. Eventually, the two became lovers, marrying at sea. Much to their despair, they were unable to concieve children.

Despite this, the two became closer than ever, supporting each other through the bad days. Of course, this couldn't last. Adalia and the Stormsprite had become known as dreaded pirate hunters along the coast of Hammerfell. A cunning pirate leader managed to ambush the Stormsprite. Tarir was killed in the defense of the ship, and wracked with grief, Adalia gathered However, the Stormsprite was lost, and Adalia ordered her surviving crew to abandon ship.

Without a ship, a husband, and her remaining crew either drowned or scattered, Adalia left Hammerfell, and her pain, behind. She knew well the dangers of wandering through the empire, especially since they now controlled about half of her homeland. As an unregistered mage in the empire, she knew she would be hunted, and so heads to the seedy underworld of the empire, with a her goal being survival, whatever the cost.

Dialogue Colour: That teal-turquoise colour


Name: Lilliana Numaria
Alias: n/a
Age: 18
Sex: Female
Race: Imperial

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Relationship/Marital status: N/A

Laterality: Right handed.

Afflictions: Vampirism (not the 'usual' kind)

Appearance: Lilliana has passed slim and is bordering on unhealthily skinny. Her chestnut colored hair reaches to the base of her neck, and her bangs hang down, occasionally getting in the way of her forest green eyes. She has no real curves to speak of, leading to many often confusing her for a boy at a distance, or when she's wearing her robes. For most of her life, Lilliana lead a sheltered life in the imperial city, meaning she has no scars.

Armour: Since she's lived most of her life as a scribe in the imperial city, she wears nothing that could be considered armour. She wears a plain, off-white tunic, dark, brownish pants, and a similar robe that she uses to carry her equipment as well as conceal her identity.

Weaponry: She's a scribe. Quill, ink and paper?

Class: Scribe.

Combat preference: Usually, running and hiding.

Personality: Lilliana is a kind and gentle soul, heavily averted to violence, and will avoid any kind of confrontation, if she can. She's not one to seek out conversation or company, and if she is surrounded by people, she will keep to herself as much as possible. However if someone is desperately in need of help, she will do her best to lend assistance, so long as she doesn't have to charge into battle.

Religion: The god-emperor publicly, the nine divines in secret.

Positive traits: Caring, smart, reasonable

Negative traits: easily frightened, naive.

Likes: Books, writing, libraries

Dislikes: Violence, rude people, illiterate/ignorant people

Fears: Losing her books, or losing her treasured journal.

History: Born in a small village several hours ride west of the imperial city, Lilliana was born to a retired scribe and his wife. Her father taught her how to read and write so that someday she might rise to prominence, or at least be able to feed herself. So it was a pleasant surprise when her father received a notice from the imperial archives from the capital, calling for skilled writers to detail the god-emperors' rise to power and his salvation of the empire, Lilliana and her parents were thrilled.

Within the week, the young imperial was headed for the capital of the empire, and destined for a life of comfortable living and easy work. For the first few months, she spent poring through decades old scrolls and history books, taking notes, picking out the highlights of the emperors rise to power. That was when she came across the first snag. Her superiors came to her in the archives, bringing the rough copy of her work. The emperor didn't want another history book, they told her. He wanted a saga of his deeds. And only his. So Lilliana had started again.

The second visit was more disturbing by far. It was not her superiors who came to see her. Or at least, they weren't scribes. Though Lilliana had only ever heard of them in stories told by her father, she recognised them by the robes, and their tattoos that seemed to move with a life of their own. Did she understand, they asked her, the holy work she was doing here? How important it was that the work was nothing short of perfect? The young scribe said she understood, but she could see the doubt in the Confessors' eyes.

It was nearing the end of the first month of her stay in the city that the nightmares started. Pounding heartbeats and screams of terror. Wails of pain and anguish. And the pleasure it brought. When she woke on that first morning, she was sickened by the dreams, the nightmares. However, she chose to ignore them, and say nothing, continuing her work for the emperor. Soon, the nightmares transferred into reality, and to her horror, Lilliana realised she was 'hearing' the fears and pains of those around her. A broken wrist from a bad fall, the fear of the ever present Confessors'...

Several nights later, Lilliana fled, taking only some provisions, her scribe robes, and a journal with several inkpots and quills. Knowing that to flee home would endanger her parents, she ran north, eventually ending up in Bruma. News of her 'slandering the emperors' name' spread there soon after, forcing her ever deeper into the seedy underworld of the northern city.

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I hope I included everything from your background information thread okay. I'll change it if needed.

 

Name: Vintor Haskal

Alias:N/A

Age: 39

Sex: Male

Race: Imperial

Sexuality:Heterosexual

Relationship/Marital status: N/A

Laterality: Right handed.

Afflictions: N/A

Appearance: Vintor is just under two meters tall, with a broad chest and muscular arms. His hair and beard are both relatively short, and dark blonde, almost brown, though both are beginning to be marked with grey. Pale blue eyes are set in a chiseled, scarred visage. Of the many scars Vintor has acquired, the most notable is the one that crosses his face, from just over his right eye, to end beside the left corner of his mouth. His armour covers the rest of the scars, though the beginning of one at the left side of his neck is just barely visible.

Armour: Steel plate covers most of his body, reinforced in the torso area, to provide greater protection from straightforward assaults. Under the heavy plate he wears chainmail, offering additional protection to his arms and legs. His helm is often compared to a sinister, metalic skull. The eyes are upside down half-ovals, and four narrow slits, two angling to the left, and two to the right, form a skullish mouth.

Weaponry: Vintor wields an ebony bladed flanged mace, ideal for crushing through the armour of all but the toughest enemies, and lacerating the flesh beneath. The haft of the weapon is slightly longer than an average mace, giving the former paladin a better chance at countering longer weapons.

Class: Dark Paladin/Warrior

Combat preference: Prefers to be in the thick of the fight, where his heavy armour will protect him from most assaults, and where he can deal the most damage. Vintor will primarily use his mace in combat, sometimes in concert with the dark magics he's learned since he was a paladin of Arkay. In his travels he met a mage who he convinced to enchant his armour with an aura of cold. While useless against undead or magically shielded individuals, it gives him a slight edge against mortal enemies, slowing them enough for him to get in a crippling or killing blow.

Personality: Vintor possesses a dry wit, mixed with a slightly warped sense of humour. He also comes across as a bit of a pessimist. Pessimism that is justified by the former paladins experiences. He is often the first to hint that something is not quite right, or suggest that something that seems simple is more often than not a trap. However, he will honour his word, and will endeavor to repay any debts.

Religion: Formerly, Arkay of the Nine Divines. Now, he is without faith, and sneers at those who are.

Positive traits: Experienced. Focused, honourable

Negative traits: Pessimistic. Sarcastic. Arrogant

Likes: Reading, open spaces, travel

Dislikes: Godly men and women, the 'new god' and his followers, people who kill without reason.

Fears: Confined spaces, being underground.

History: Born the son of an imperial noble, Vintor had no interest in languishing in nobility. Instead, he joined the paladins of Arkay shortly after he turned eighteen. For a decade, the imperial paladin traveled throughout Tamriel, helping those he could, and smiting evil in Arkays' name. Of course, that was before the new emperor and his 'imperial faith' came to power.

Declared heretics, the paladins were hunted by the people they had onced helped, along with the new emperors' forces. It was a slaughter, on both sides. Dozens of enemies died for every paladin cut down. When the enemy regrouped, Vintor lead a small group out, hoping to gather aid. They, apparently, found it in Skyrim. Unknown to them, the emperors' new faith had moved faster than the beaten and battered group.

Desperate for help, Vintor had lead his comrades directly into the empires' grip. At the end, only he survived, mourning friends of over a decade, and cursing a god that had done nothing to stop their deaths. From that point on, Vintor Haskal swore that he would follow no god. He destroyed the symbols of Arkay on his armour and fled, becoming a nightmare to the 'confessors' of the new faith, while engineering his formerly faith-gifted abilities into something....darker.

Dialogue Colour: Gold

 

Name: Mathias

Alias: The Grimm

Age: 23

Race: half nord and half Breton

Sex: male

sexuality: Heterosexual

religion: doesn't belive in gods

Relationship/Marital status : Single

Laterality: right handed but can use left hand if needed

Combat preference: Mathias has always been in a Warrior who relays on his mastery over shadow and Magic. He can use both illusion and sword/dagger to take Down an enemy, and knows some alchemy for potions and poisens. and because of his training he is agile.

Class: assassin/illusionist

Character Appearance: Mathias stands at 5'10 and has a light skin color, he has medium leangth raven black hair and unusual deep purple eyes that glows when he uses Magic and a well built body from all the training. Has rune looking scars carved all over his body from the ritual (will be explained), and a scar that goes from the right eyebrow, over the bridge of the nose and ends under his left eye.

Crow appearance: in his crow form he has Pitch black feathers, that fades into Crimson red at the ends of the feather tails and wings, as well as Crimson feathered markings in the chest and head. he still has Purple eyes that glow slightly.

Armor: he wears a black and crimson robes that goes a little bit over his knees along with black leather gloves and knee leangth boots, along With light black armor over his chest, shoulders, forearms and some on his boots, and a hood and black mask that resembles a fox wich has cimson metal plating for protection, and a black face mask that goes over the nose and chin, and Down his neck also With Crimson metal plating under the fox mask. the same goes for for the rest of the armor, With Crimson plating out lining the black.

Weapons: he has a one and a half handel steel and silver sword that has ha fox head at the pommel With he Calls The Fallen One and a dagger of the same metal combo for taking Down undead wich he named Ravens Claw, and have nine thowing knives, four strapped to his chest and five on his belt.

Personality: Mathias is a strange person, he can be mischievous one second. And cold and emotionless against enemies the next but usually he is serious on "jobs", he isn't so trustworthy of strangers but once you get to know him, he will protect that person With his life.

Likes: flying, the thrill of fighting strong opponents, eventually those Close to him, and sketching in his book.

Dislikes/Fears: spiders, open waters (Oceans and such), bows (not that he hates bow users or anything just that he can't shoot with one to save his life) and necromancers.

streanth: is almost always calm, a master of stealth and illusion and a good swordsman, good spymaster and scout.

weakness: is usually in pain from the ritual, has to take a mix of Health potion,a small dose skooma and any form of alcahol to reduce the pain, can't aim a bow for s**t. has become slightly addicted to the medicine because of the skooma, and turns frantic from the pain without it.

History: when Mathias was born in High Rock he was abandoned by his parents and grew up on the streets of Wayrest, where he started to become a ghost and observed the legionaries as they trained and patrolled the streets. after some years he was kidnapped and used by necromancers in a ritual wich backfired on them, killing everyone exept for him.

Later on as the years went by he trained in the arts of shadow, Magic and sword. as time went on he found out he had abilities like changing his appearance and a deep connection to the arts of illusion, he can even turn into a crow.

when he beacme older he took on work as a mercenary and assassin and became infamous throughout most Courts and political powers for his skills and successful jobs, and since no one knows his real name the Empire gave him the title The Grimm, the only thing telling it was him is a white rose tainted slightly in blood. And now he is traveling, through Cyrodiil learning everything he can and looking for work.

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Obviously I'll be joining this, but I do have a question about the under empire. Is it throughout the proper empire, or just certain locations in individual cities?

 

Well, thank you for the invite. I'll have a couple of characters up within the hour.

 

Name: Cyrius Valiel

Alias: N/A

Age: Well over two centuries. Appears to be in his early thirties.

Sex: Male

Race: Imperial

Sexuality: Heterosexual (straight)

Laterality: Right handed, though he can use his left hand when he needs to.

Relationship/Marital status: Single

Afflictions: Vampirism. Though he doesn't see it that way.

Appearance: Cyrius is quiet handsome, with an aquiline nose, high cheekbones, hazel eyes and dark, wavy hair. He's of average height and weight, with snow pale skin, due to his vampirism. His face is clean shaven, and he has no tattoos or piercings to speak of. His face is unscarred, though he does have a large one just over his heart, where a vigilant of Stendarr hit him with a blessed hammer.

Armour: Reinforced leather covers his torso and shoulders, though it's hidden under a high necked, dark leather coat that reaches down to his knees. It offers little in the way of protection, but Cyrius doesn't really care about that, relying on speed and skill rather than his armor in any case.

Weaponry: A steel hand and a half sword, in impeccable condition, with a gently curving crossguard and a leather wrapped hilt.Cyrius has wielded the blade for the greater part of his two centuries, and has an almost unhealthy attachment to the weapon. Other than his sword, he carries a thin, long bladed dagger, and a curved flaying knife, which he keeps hidden in a sheathe on the small of his back.

Class: Swordsman.

Combat preference: Cyrius prefers to meet his enemy head on, and preferably one on one. However his decades of swordsmanship mean he's skilled enough to fight two or three enemies at once. Unless the circumstances are extremely dire, he will refrain from using his dagger, relying on his sword in conjunction with his vampiric speed.

Personality: Even though Cyrius is a competent killer and a vampire, one would not know it from speaking to him. He is generally a calm and courteous individual, who rarely, if ever raises his voice, even in the midst of combat. That does not, however, mean that he is a saint. He is still a dangerous predator, that lulls his prey into a sense of security before striking.

Religion: None

Positive traits: Strong willed, reliable, friendly.

Negative traits: Proud, vain.

Likes: Displaying his swordsmanship, those that don't judge him for his affliction,winning duels

Dislikes: Priests, unskilled fighters, superstitious folk.

Fears: Losing his skills.Falling back into Molag Bals' clutches.

History: Cyrius is perhaps one of the few to remember life before the new empire rose to power. He lived in the city of Anvil for most of his life, and was already a master swordsman long before he was turned into a vampire. He often ranged along Cyrodiils southern border, visiting Kvatch, Skingrad, and Bravil, before returning home. He became dreaded for his skill with a blade, and bandits hid whenever they recieved news of his approach.

Such was his pride, that when he heard of monsters terrorising a small village a little ways west of Bravil, he made for it at once. What he didn't realize, was that those 'monsters' were in fact a small coven of vampires. They ambushed Cyrius intending to cut him down so that they could hunt in peace. Even surprised, Cyrius slew several of the bloodsuckers. Their leader, surprised by his skill, decided to turn him, rather than kill. Using his sorcerous skills, he finally brought the imperial to heel, before turning him into a creature of the night.
As a vampire, Cyrius was free to enhance his swordplay to new levels. However, he'd always been a free spirit, and chafed at the knowledge that Molag Bal had claimed his soul. He visited numerous sorcerers and wise men, seeking a way to free himself from Bals' grasp. Of course, he had no problem with being a vampire- eternal life suited him nicely.

Finally, he found his answers. A mage in the Cynod, who'd studied the history of vampirism, declared that he would need to complete several tasks for Bal, if he wished his soul to be freed. He found an altar of Bal. Completed the tasks, and regained his soul. He had a few decades to enjoy his freedom, crossing blades with some of the most dangerous individuals in Tamriel. Then the new emperor came to power, and the hunter became the hunted.

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Name: Elwyn Suvarion

Alias: The crimson justiciar

Age: 173, looks to be more like 20-25.

Sex: Female

Race: Altmer

Sexuality: Homosexual (Lesbian)

Relationship/Marital status: Single

Laterality: Right hand dominant, but she uses her left for spellcasting.

Afflictions: N/A

Appearance: Elwyn is not one somebody would describe as a 'ravishing beauty.' Her dark blonde hair is almost always bound in a ponytail, and long enough that it falls down to the base of her neck. Her eyes are an emerald green, though often they are narrowed with anger or suspicion. She has moderate curves and her armour does very little to emphasise that. When out of armour, it is fairly obvious she is used to fighting. Faded scars mark her body, a testament to over a century of violence.

Armour: Wears light elven armour, coloured a dull red. Though this does catch the eye, it is still more inconspicous than the gold of her comrades. The armour has been modified slightly to be a little more form fitting,though it offers less protection than the more bulky armours worn by line soldiers. More often than not she will forgo the helmet, as it makes her a little too identifiable in a crowd, instead wearing a dark cloth mask that covers the lower half of her face.

Weaponry: A longsword, forged from steel and moonstone, giving the blade a pale tan-gold colour. Because of the moonstone added to it, the sword is slightly lighter than most of its' size, allowing for faster movement. As a secondary, she uses a standard elven dagger.

Class: Swordswoman/spellsword

Combat preference: Unlike most of her kin, Elwyn is not a superb spellcaster. To compensate for this, she focused on becoming a skilled swordswoman, complimenting her sword play with blasts of magic, throwing her opponents off guard, or finishing a particularly dangerous enemy before they could get within weapon range.

Personality: The best way to describe her would be aloof. Elwyn doesn't particularly care for the company of others, nor does she generally seek it out. She dislikes the empire in general, because of the massacre of her companions that took place outside the imperial city. She dislikes the emperor in particular for obvious reasons. While not exactly a team player, she can be...persuaded to work with a group, mostly for mutual survival or gain.

Religion: Auri-el

Positive traits: Focused, experienced,driven to succeed.

Negative traits: Cold, antisocial, selfcentred

Likes: Solitude, quiet.

Dislikes: Loud places, people, imperials, being underestimated

Fears: Being captured by the empire. Daedra

History: Elwyn was born in the Aldmeri city of Dusk, and spent most of her childhood and teenage years there. It quickly became apparent that she was a sub-par mage, much to her parents embarrassment, leading to mocking from her peers in the academy. Rather than dwell on her failings, she focused on swordsmanship. Pouring everything she had into fighting with blades, those that had mocked her for her weak spellcraft, were soon silenced.

When the second great war broke out, Elwyn was not on the front lines like so many others. This may be the reason she survived when the daedra defeated the dominion armies at the imperial city. When she learned of this, the emperors' forces were already retaking territory from the dominion, assissted by the summoned daedric soldiers. With little refuge to be had in her homeland, she went to ground in the the heartland of the empire-Cyrodiil itself. There, she laid low, seeking opportunities for vengeance against this new, dangerous empire.

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Posting interest since I'm offline until Monday

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Not sure if the 4/4 open slots means they are all filled or none are yet, but this is definitely interesting! Would love to apply, or if not, read as it's going

 

Well, this is awesome. And just in time for my birthday, too!