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    Blackwhite1223

    Well-Known Member
    I figured I might as well try my hand at the game.

    Name: Nate Javikson

    Gender: Male

    Age: 25

    Race: Imperial

    Class: Recon scout

    Alignment: Lawful Good

    Allegiance: Empire

    Appearance: 5'6", rugged from years of scouting battlefields in service of the empire. His hair is slightly longer than regulation,and a dark brown. He has pale green eyes, and a beard, neatly trimmed.

    Armour: He wears light, camouflage armour, that deflects light, making him appear almost invisible, when not moving. Unfortunately, the armour is extremely light, and can't stand up very well to more than one or two shots from either an energy weapon or projectile weapon.

    Weapons: A standard scout sniper rifle. Fires bullets, rather than energy rounds, and is silenced. Pistol also firing bullets. Not silenced. Combat knife.

    Personality: Usually friendly, although he's cautious around bounty hunters and assassins, seeing them as untrustworthy, as they are often more loyal to the faction wiling to pay the most, rather than pick a side and stay with it.

    Bio: Born on Nioxus, he survived the violent, almost constant warfare of the planet, until his late teens. Looking for a way off the planet, he signed on as an Imperial scout, learning how to track various people, and how to mark goo places for ambushes, or camps. He was assigned to Commandants Arctorus' force, for his renown as a master scout.
     

    TheShadedOne

    The Angry One
    Okay, well. I think we could start? Maybe?
     

    Drahkma

    Dashing Imperial Officer.

    Drahkma

    Dashing Imperial Officer.

    The OP3RaT0R

    Call me Op. Or Smooth.
    Kind of want to join, since ATS has been fun so far, but sort of don't because the fan-fic idea I have would take place in the same timeframe as this.

    Either way, here's Alain's CC.

    Name: Alain the Fire-Hearted
    Age: 22
    Gender/Sex: Male
    Home world: Theren
    Race: Imperial
    Class: Thief/Ranger
    Religion: None in particular

    Weapons: Mid-long range sniper rifle with three-round burst and single-shot settings and shortened and silenced muzzle, close-combat blaster which can fire single shots or can charge to fire stronger blasts, magicka-powered energy dagger which can be adjusted to do anything from cut titanium to stun anyone who touches the blade.

    Commonly-used spells: Fast Healing, Become Ethereal, Stone-Bones (has Stoneflesh effect on bones, Alain uses it to protect against falls), Conjure Storage (magical "safe" which Alain uses to temporarily store loot in Nocturnal's realm)

    Armour: Modern Thieves Guild armor, made of lightweight black kevlar mesh and black fluid metal, which covers the kevlar (looks like a Sigil Stone). This makes the armor very flexible while still offering protection, and the fluid metal can change its shape, moving to concentrate around the torso and legs while offering more freedom of motion, or covering the entire body up to the neck (he prefers to keep his arms bare and the metal on the rest of his body). The metal emits a cloaking field which allows the wearer to become virtually invisible, though the effectiveness depends on the wearer's speed of motion. The fluid metal is a good enough defense in its fluid state, but the wearer can at will solidify the metal into hard plating, which allows for less range of motion but allows the wearer to bear much heavier blows. He has a HUD visor with two separate eye visors; putting down both eye visors causes the metal in his armor to form up into a helmet in the shape of his head. Alain also wears electromagnet gauntlets and boots, which allow him to climb on metal surfaces easily. If the wearer so chooses, the fluid metal can retract into the central housing for the electronics in the armor (which is located near the back of the armor's neck area), leaving only a kevlar suit that covers the legs and torso.

    Vehicles:
    -The Nightshade Dart: an all-black speeder with pitch-black glass, four front-mounted blasters, heavily tuned engines, and seating for three. It is fast and nimble.
    -The Cosmos Storm: an intermediate-sized interceptor ship made for crossing long expanses of space and offering all the amenities the pilot and his passengers might need. It has a special cloaking system, shatter beam and turbolaser cannons, and hex missiles.

    Appearance:
    -Eyes: Hazel
    -Hair: Reddish-brown cut medium-short
    -Scars: One running from his elbow to his hand on his left forearm
    -Height: 6'0"
    -Weight: 187
    -Skin: Barely tanned
    -Physique: Fairly muscular

    Personality: Alain is a risk-taker who makes the highest rollers in illegal gambling dens look like children. He will try almost anything once, and if he likes it, many more times afterward, even if it proves dangerous or unhealthy. Especially if it is dangerous or unhealthy. He is an adrenaline junkie who just loves to have a good time. He is generally quite nice, but if provoked into a physical fight, the adrenaline-seeking trait takes over and he will go beyond what is necessary to win the fight. When it comes to women, he is usually very sweet and cheeky, but he will not pursue romance, due to hidden insecurity. He will help out a person in need just as soon as he'll rob a house.

    Likes/Dislikes: Likes fast vehicles, fine cuisine, base-jumping and daredevil hobbies, women who like base-jumping, money, a nice night on the town. Dislikes people who can't take a joke, people who read too much, staying still, people who try to restrict him (so Thalmor and Empire both to an extent).

    Bio: Alain was born on Theren and was an orphan from an early age. He avoided the orphanages and managed to stay on the streets, taken in by the Thieves Guild and allowed to stay in the Guild's hideout; time spent with the guild members helped him to excel at marksmanship, sneaking and picking pockets. As he grew, Alain found that he greatly enjoyed the adrenaline rush of successfully picking a pocket, not to mention the rush of escaping the guards if things went awry. As he grew, he began to travel further and further from his home slum and seeking adventure, occasionally returning to take on a Guild job. Alain used the coin made from theft and raiding bandit dens to fund his adventures, be they causing trouble in the nicer areas of the planet, starting bar fights, or scaling massive skyscrapers.

    Combat preferences: Alain uses his rifle for medium to long range targets, preferring his blaster pistol and energy blade for when things get up close and personal.
     

    The OP3RaT0R

    Call me Op. Or Smooth.
    Speaking of the fan-fic idea, if it would be ok I might bring in another TG character along with Alain.
     

    Drahkma

    Dashing Imperial Officer.
    Alright then Operator.

    I think that's 3 or 4 of the freelance people.
     

    The OP3RaT0R

    Call me Op. Or Smooth.
    Name: Seanwen Adaire
    Age: Looks 24
    Race: Altmer
    Gender: Male
    Religion: None
    Home world: Aldemer

    Equipment: Standard Thieves Guild Armor, Vibro-rapier, Electromagnetic gloves/boots, Compact beam rifle, throwing vibro-knives

    Common spells: Conjure Storage, Fury, Calm, Clairvoyance

    Appearance:
    -Eyes: Orange
    -Hair: Jet black, a few inches long and slicked back
    -Scars: none
    -Weight: 166
    -Height: 6'3"
    -Physique: Fairly muscular

    Personality: Seanwen is somewhat of a daredevil but less than Alain, making him good friends with Alain. Unlike Alain, he is much more cautious and level-headed, and often brings Alain back to reality when he has a crazy idea. However, he is a joker and much more cocky in the social sphere, to the point of practically socializing for Alain and trying to hook his friend up. Whereas Alain is sincere, Seanwen is a manipulator and will sometimes act in ways Alain does not like in order to help his friend.

    Info: His specialty is lockpicking and security breaching, from the most complex mundane lock to the greatest electronic security system.

    Likes/Dislikes: Likes luxury, impressing women and peers, looking good, relaxing, drinking. Dislikes boredom, manual labor, having to deal with bureaucracy.

    Bio: Born on Aldemer to a family of middle/upper class merchants, Seanwen decided from a young age that hard work and making an honest living were too mundane, so he got in with every seedy character he could get away to meet until he came of age; when his parents expected him to start from the bottom at the same shipping company where they worked, he instead ran off to Starflare Station, and from there to Theren. While he had no money, he found that he could do more than just make ends meet as a thief, and he eventually joined the Thieves' Guild, where he met Alain and a number of other friends.

    Combat preferences: For long-range combat, Seanwen uses his beam rifle, and at short range he uses a vibro-rapier and throwing vibro-knives.
     

    TheShadedOne

    The Angry One
    Alright, posting my intro.
     

    Brigantes

    Member
    How many spots we got left for this beatch :D
    It sounds awesome :D
     

    Brigantes

    Member
    I'll put my app up anyways, and I'll let you guys take it from there ;)

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

    Position: Healer - Researcher/Archaelogist

    Birthplace: Skywatch, The Summerset Isles
    Current Residence: Wherever the ship takes him

    Alliances or Affiliations: Aldmeri Dominion
    Occupation: Medic - Researcher(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 and armours of the Thalmor. 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.


    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: TBA



    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'. 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...'
     

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