OOC And Justice for all

[Osiris]

RECRUITING IS NOW CLOSED


The ancient land of Skyrim has grown dark, and it weeps as brother's spill blood against each other in the name of blind patriotism.

After the Alduin crisis nearly 30 years ago, the Hero they called Dovahkiin pledged his allegiance to Ulfric Stormcloak's rebellion, vowing to destroy the scourge that had sullied his people's hopes and dreams. Ultimately, the Empire's control over Skyrim died at the famous Siege of Solitude, where the disembodied head of the noble General Tullius hung above Castle dour until the crows had picked the flesh clean off....

Now, in a distant future, the man that was once beloved by thousands has become a Tyrant, blackness where a proud heart had at one time flourished. Corruption runs rampant in the Halls of Skyrim's new Capital, Windhelm. Beast men and Elves alike have been driven from the cities, either living as beggars, prisoners of Internment villages, or put to the sword. Even the Nords suffer under the Stormcloak throne, where outrageous taxes are demanded from the commoners, crops are taken without prejudice to fuel the war machine that Ulfric is sending off to neighboring countries, hungry to expand his rule. Stormcloak Guards and soldiers do as they wish: Theft, rape, and unjust treatment is all but part of the everyday life for Skyrim's Children.

The few revolts that tried to establish themselves were swiftly crushed, but deep in the Reach, a lone warrior by the name of Switzgarr Trolls-Blood conspires against the Stormcloaks, mustering all that are sympathetic to his cause. He has become some-what known, as whispers of a Harbinger spread across the land like the wind. His first task, recruit a group of unique individuals to help him carry out the most important and dangerous missions...so that there might be justice for all...
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Hey guys, this will be an 18+ RP, with all the juicy stuff you love being included

As always, basic rules apply, and I will be accepting all well thought characters, not looking for anything specific here

 

[Blackdoom59]

Is the dragonborn dead in this scenario or....?Also how have the factions been affected(Thieve's Guild, Dark Brotherhood, Companions, College of Winterhold, Dawnguard, Volhikar)?

 

[Osiris]

The Dragonborn has disappeared...

The college of Winterhold has been abandoned due to violence from the local Stormcloak loyalists. The Thieves Guild, DB, Companions, and Volkihar clan are neutral in the matter. Sorry if I didn't clear that up, and don't worry, I haven't abandoned our Fatality thread

 

[Blackdoom59]

Il post my CC sometime soon

 

[Jo'rak Vandeni]

This sounds really cool! I'll get my cc up, is the Dawnguard active still? Killing vampires and stuff?

 

[MagicBlade]

AMAZEBALLS. I have this idea for like your brute go to work hard mofo

Name: Forgotten after accident, people just call him Grunt.
Race: Nord
Height: 6'7
Age: Roughly 30 or above.

Appearance. Due to an accident as a child (Explained in bio) one side of his face is pushed in, jaw, cheek ear and skull. His jaw is disgustingly crooked, and his nose is slightly ajar. His cheek is pushed to one side and his skull on one side is flat. His is a giant. 6'7 combined with massive shoulders and a huge build, he is incredibly strong and muscular.

Personality. Quiet, solitary and attentive, he is the ideal workhorse for any job that needs some muscle. He follows orders with no qualms, and is protective over his 'companions' He isn't a friend.

Bio: At an early age, the villagers knew he would be a strong man. As a child he towered over kids almost twice his age. Instead of going to some adults, as he grew older some of the villagers would turn to him for assistance. But, it all changed when a stormcloak raid on his village (This was before the events of this RP, say his village was a key military position) Mages, soldiers and horse attacked the village in great strength. Then, when he was trying to escape, mages struck a house above him with fireballs. The explosions toppled the building, sending logs and wood on Grunt's face. The impact knocked Grunt out, but he somehow, survived. He was taken by the stormcloaks as a prisoner, and taken to a jail for interrogation. He awoke to find himself bandaged on his face, and tied to a chair in a cell. His clothes smelt bloody and he felt a sharp pain in his leg. He was captured by stormcloaks for no reason, thus igniting his rage against Ulfrics men. When an imperial attack on the fort he was held in let him free (after his major wound heeled) He set off to find works in the farms and mines of Markarth. Then he finds out about the uprising and blah blah blah joins them

 

[AlmightyGoose]

If there is still room, here is my character.

Name: Markus
Race: Breton
Class: Paladin
Gender: Male
Age: 43
Looks: Long dark hair, well-groomed short beard, 6' 1", muscular build, battle-hardened, scar down the right side of his face
Combat/Magic:
Armor: Ebony without Helmet
Weapons: Stendarr's Justice (One-Handed Ebony Mace w/ Sunfire enchantment)
Stendarr's Mercy (Ebony Shield w/ Magic Resist)
Rings/Amulets: Amulet of Stendarr
Ring of Matrimony
Magic: Years of training have made him a master of Restoration magic
He is also well adept at Enchanting and Alteration magic


Personality: Cares nothing for political power struggles. He cares only for justice and the cleansing of evil from Tamriel, and will do anything to achieve that end. He defends the innocent and his allies with his very life. He is very honorable, serious, and very vengeful. He will not hesitate to destroy anything or anyone who stands between him and his ability to deliver the divine justice of Stendarr. He will destroy any and all evil he sees. This includes: Witches, necromancers, undead, vampires, werewolves, and the biggest affront to Stendarr... Daedra. If you are and/or are associated with any of the fore-mentioned, he will try to kill you.

Back Story: He was born and raised in High Rock. He moved to Skyrim and bought a small house outside of Ivarstead. He met a Nord woman. A couple years later they got married and had a son. One night, a powerful necromancer attack his home and killed his wife and son and raised them back up to attack Markus as his undead slaves. Unable to strike at his now undead wife and son. He flew into a rage and brutally killed the necromancer. As the necromancer fell, he heard his wife say, "Goodbye, my love," as she and his son fell to ashes before him. He burned down his home and left swearing a vow to destroy the evils of the world so no one will ever have to suffer the same fate as his wife and son. Soon after, he became a Vigilant of Stendarr. In the Order, he learned how to combat the evils in Tamriel. He learned how to use Restoration and Alteration magic as well as Enchanting. He learned to use wards to block and absorb the spells of vile witches and necromancers. He learned healing magics to heal himself and his allies. He could turn and destroy undead by using circles of power, and even harness the power of the sun itself to create the all-powerful Aura of Stendarr. As well as envelope himself in magical armor for further protection. The Order's high command kept sending him out on patrols instead taking the fight directly to the enemy. He became fed up with their indirect approach and left. He is now a lone warrior of Stendarr wandering Tamriel combating evil wherever it may be and shining the light of Stendarr's Mercy upon those who need it. He wants to build a true Order of Stendarr to wage open war on the evils of the world. He works closely with the Dawnguard to further his goal.

 

[Kimrisvik]

I like the idea Osiris Would've joined in too, if I hadn't been a part of more Rps than I can handle at the time. Anyways, good luck pal

 

[Osiris]

Well, if you have time, you're RP skills are always welcome buddy

 

[Osiris]

This sounds really cool! I'll get my cc up, is the Dawnguard active still? Killing vampires and stuff?

The Dawnguard is still active yes, haven't changed much despite the new rule. MagicBlade and Goose, welcome to the RP!

 

[UnLonged]

Name: Malpenar Valeius​

Race: Imperial​

Gender: Male​

Age: 29

Alignment: Chaotic Good​

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Appearance: Sports a jet black hair that is tied up in a pony tail with the shorter locks forming loose fringes just beyond his sharp eyes - looking to be cold and calculating that has a shade of grey. His face having a strong yet thin form, often times holding an unsettling smile. Slender overall body figure that forms up at a straight 6 foot, painted in fair white skin tone.​

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Gear: He wears extravagant - albeit quite dark - clothing and doesn't wear any armor for he feels such protection is cumbersome and unnecessary for his survival as his abilities somehow grow when he is closer to his own death. He carries with him an enchanted akaviri dai-katana, given to him by an equally psychotic mage as a gift for saving his hide; the blade of which is rusted and the edge is partially damaged yet its ability as a sword is that of a recently crafted one -- almost perfect in caliber -- and feels as light as a regular longsword, allowing it to be carried with one hand but not limited to. Sheathed in an equally old looking crimson scabbard tied on his back.​

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Skills: With the unusual feel of his blade, Malpenar took it upon himself to train in using either a single hand or both in wielding his weapon, the latter form holding the most potential to damage an opponent. Having a body not built for a test of endurance, he utilizes his speed, strength, and wits on encounters, thinking the most efficient of ways to kill an individual. Living for months in the wilderness managed to establish a sense of survival on Malpenar, providing him the know-hows of living solely on the gift of nature. Unbeknownst to him, the Imperial enters a berserk state whenever he is gravely injured; the deeper he feels that death nears him, the more his desire to end a life increases.​

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Personality: Malpenar possesses a sadistic nature accompanied with slight narcissism, holding great joy when killing a person with his own hands and praise with a hint of distaste towards someone else whenever an entity dies without his own physical doing. Above his delight with the destruction of the soul is being in the presence of beauty, either purely superficial or something deep inside - but mostly his preference is that of the former. When confronted by a beauty coming from a woman, his showing of appreciation towards them sometimes come off as he being licentious. With regards to conversing with others, he shows some eccentricity towards them.​

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History: Malpenar lived a rather ordinary life - for a middle class individual - during his early childhood; loving parents, good siblings, a small farmstead of their own accompanied with a modest home. His love for aesthetic beauty came from his mother being an admirer of the arts.​

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He experienced this normal, if not rather dull, life until the age of 15. On his name day did things became twisted for him. After a good session of hunting game, he comes home to find his family's farm torched and his entire family slaughtered by a lowly group of brigands only looking for something to feed themselves. The trauma of seeing his family as such became too much for him that it rendered him hollow inside, leaving him in a state of shock. One of the more sympathetic brigands found him and took him along with the group, his other companions feeling no disagreement towards the act.​

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Malpenar spent ten years being in the "care" of bandits that makes a living by stealing, with killing being their last resort. Even though their acts of murder happens sparingly, it is all that Malpenar notices. On his eleventh year with the bandits, the one who took him in decided that it is time to let the Imperial go on with his own life, sending him on the road with only the clothes on his back, a small coin purse, and a rather dull dagger to defend himself.​

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With almost the entire contents of his life seemingly erased with the death of his family, he found no calling and no end goal, the beauty of nature the only thing making him wake up from his sleep. He spent half a year of his life in the wilds, only going to populated areas to trade. One fateful night while hunting a deer, he encountered once again the bandit group that murdered his family, the group greeting him as if they were long friends. Malpenar noticed the absence of his caretaker, the bandit leader stating he died helplessly due to sickness. Despite not being associated with the man, he felt slight grief with his death, not because he parted ways with the realm Malpenar is on but because of the way he died; slowly and, in his thoughts, highly unappealing. He remembered the times he would see a sick person, looking horrifying with the ailment they are carrying, seeing absolutely nothing that could be considered as beautiful.​

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He decided to stay with the bandit group but only for his intentions. As the night became darker and fatigue started to work its way towards the bandits, Malpenar moved within the camp with subtlety, applying what he knows when hunting easily startled game. Gripping the same dagger that he was given on the night he was sent away, he plunged the now sharpened blade on the throats of the bandits in their sleep, going from bed roll to bed roll. Soon after the grassy ground was in the shade of their own blood, Malpenar sat on one of the logs that circle the campfire, holding a satisfied smile on his face, a smile that hasn't been drawn on his face for a decade. A smile that came from the thought of having the bandits not experience the shame of dying of old age and have their respective inner art decay over time. A path of blood and death - he sought out to better his skills for years to better deliver unfortunate souls into the other side and remove them from the beautiful face of Tamriel ​

 

[Torok]

Name: Dandre
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Race: Breton
Class: Spellsword.
Skills: Conjuration, Illusion, Destruction, Restoration, Alteration, light armor, Enchanting, Alchemy, One handed, Block, Archery.
Appearance: Light skinned man, black hair that reaches down to his shoulders, dark orange eyes that appear to glow in the dark. Wears all black attire, black robe that has some light Ebony plating on the shoulders, hood with a helmet built in under it, boots with light Ebony on them, gauntlets armored with light Ebony, a bandoleer strapped to his chest that has some potions and poisons on it, four pouches attached to the front of his belt, a satchel on his right side and a book strapped to his left, he also carries a large black backpack made out of black fur.
Backstory: He came to Skyrim as a middle class mage of High Rock, he was a humble man, working with farmers to tend their crops or with millers just to lend a hand, after defending Dragon Bridge from a pack of three werewolves he got infected with lycanthropy and the illness quickly spread to his mind. He soon became bitter, selfish and blood thirsty. He joined up with the Dark Brotherhood and started hunting and killing for them only to satisfy his bloodlust. He soon found love in a mage mercenary named Marcurio. He hid his dark side from his mate for months and lived a double life, taking a secret interest in the Daedra, he went behind his mate's back and started looking into dark Daedric knowledge. He soon couldn't live with his dark past anymore and confessed to Marcurio on their wedding day. Marcurio was disgusted by Dandre's lies and evil ways and the two broke up. Dandre spent a few more weeks with the Dark Brotherhood, thinking of nothing else to do, he slipped into a depression during that time taking to heavy drinking and Skooma. He then snapped after he was given a command to go accept a contract from a man in the Bee and Barb, he slaughtered most of the members of the Dark Brotherhood in his werewolf form and fled the sanctuary. He looked to repent of his evils and looked to the eight divines for help, he spent weeks in the temple in Solitude (It was actually High Hrothgar, but I had to improvise) cleaning himself up, he renounced the Daedra, destroying all the artifacts which he had received, but he kept one, the Ring of Hercine. He accepted the ways of the divines and strived to live by their laws. He could never tame the beast inside of him, but he could control it better now. He had just gotten back with Marcurio after he proved to him that his life had changed for the better. The two had just gotten married when everything went to Oblivion. The two had to flee cities and towns all together for fear that Marcurio would be deported, locked up or put to the sword. One of those things did happen though, one night when Dandre was out hunting for the both of them Stormcloaks stormed the campsite and captured Marcurio. Dandre has no idea where his mate had been taken or even if he's still alive, but he swore he would tear through legions of Stormcloaks to find a trace of the man he loved. He now spends most of his time trying to find Marcurio. He spends his days around villages and cities, spying and trying to get a peek into the jails. He spends his nights terrorizing the cities, striking fear into the hearts of the Nords that stole away his love, he brutally murders and eats Stormcloaks and their sympathizers, leaving only pieces of them for the guards to find. After he finds Marcurio he swears he will kill Ulfric Stormcloak and leave nothing except a bloody crown to find.

 

[Jo'rak Vandeni]

Jokar Valeri

Race: Dunmer (Dark Elf) also vampire.
Age: 34
Class: Nightblade (Illusionist and close combat assasin, kind of)
Occupation: Vampire hunter
Appearance: Slightly above average length, back-slicked dark hair, pale dark grey skin, orange burning eyes and a large single vertical scar passing his right eye. Not overly muscular but has the look of a swordsman about his physique, tatoos of a three headed hydra on his chest and left upper arm.
Weapon and spells: Muffle, calm, Raise undead and an elven sword.
Armour: Full Light Chitin armour, no shield
Religion: Boethiah, Azura and Mephala.

Personality
Positives: Clever, proud, sly, humane, devote (Devote meaning he does anything necessary to achieve what is needed).
Negative: Unfriendly, cold-blooded, mental (With "Mental" I don't mean Jokar is utterly insane, although watching his wife butchered in front of him, and being tortured by vampires, has taken its toll on Jokars mind, he sometimes reacts very extremely to situations, and sometimes hears voices surrounding him, but he does not speak of it.)
Likes: Dunmer, Wine, strength, necromancy, Dawnguard.
Dislikes: Vampires (Hates is more accurate), Nords, fire.
Marriage: No longer


Background
Jokar was born in Solstheim, somewhere outside of Raven Rock, his parents had fled Skyrim after Stormcloak sympathizers were seen hunting down any non-Nords and executing these nearby to their farm. They lived a happy life in Solstheim, and once Jokar was 18 years old, he was very adept with a blade, and had also learnt a few minor spells from the priests of the Temple in Raven Rock, he was hired by one of the trader ships travelling to Skyrim as a guard, and he accepted the chance for a bit of adventure. On that boat, he was drugged and imprisoned by the crew, and somewhere during the voyage he contracted Sanguinare Vampiris from the Lord vampire, masquerading as a ship captain with his fellow minor vampires and Thralls on board acting as crew. He had no chance to cure himself, as he was locked up and only allowed out when the vampires needed to feed, but once they tasted the vampirism thriving inside of Jokar, they allowed him free passage around the ship, and after gaining their trust (exactly how he did this I will not mention, but it did include a lot of blood and other prisoners.) they gave his equipment back to him.
Jokar stayed with the vampire clan for a few years, and the small clan soon made a name of themselves in the harbours around Skyrim. Soon the clan got the attention of the Volkihar clan, which they were quickly merged into, as a vessel clan. After seeing the dominant power of the Volkihars over the little pirate clan, Jokar left his friends and stayed in the castle. He never really catched the attention of the stronger vampires, but he was given several petty tasks such as collecting thralls for feeding.
On one of these assignments, he met up with a Dunmer woman called Jessara, outside of Whiterun, although the vampires demanded him to collect her blood and force her back to the castle, he kept in touch with the woman Jessara, and often came to her under his assignments for new thralls, he was in love, and never mentioned his vampirism to her.

It didn't take long for Jokar to propose to Jessara, the marriage took place in Raven Rock, at the Temple of the Tribunal, and his father gave his blessings to the new couple. Jokars mother, however, had died from disease earlier that year, and his father had lost the family house and now lived in the old Inn in Raven Rock, working in the mines to pay his debts for his drinking.
Jokar and Jessara stayed with his father for a week, helping to set him on the right path again, and he finally managed to purchase a new home in the city.
The couple then left Solstheim together, and travelled back to Skyrim, Jokar knew however, the Volkihars would never accept this marriage, and he had to choose between living with Jessara, or with the Volkihar.
Under the voyage, Jokar told Jessara about his vampirism, and the choices he was troubled with. And Jessara agreed to let him infect her with the curse, so that the couple could be together eternally. Once again, Jokar really did love Jessara.

Once they returned to Castle Volkihar, both as vampires. The clan was prepared for them, they forced Jokar down and made him watch as Lord Harkon (This was also the first time Jokar ever saw the high lord of the clan in person) personally slit Jessaras throat and emptied her on blood. They threw Jokar in the cages along with the thralls for his "treason" and the thrallmaster Jokar had once served so devotely, now tortured him in pure ecstasy repeatedly for years.

Jokar finally escaped the castle, by slowly manipulating the thralls imprisoned with him, so that they all as one attacked the thrallmaster once the doors were opened for feeding.
Jokar reached Solitude, and lived as a beggar outside of the blue palace. Until one day when a huge Redguard man crossed his path. The man's name was Braknir he said, and he knew what Jokar was, he spoke of a group known as the Dawnguard, and that it was his job to purge Skyrim of any vampires that might hide in the land. Jokar told his story to the man. And Braknir believed him, at least Jokar thought so, since Braknir had not smashed Jokar's head in with his war-axe. In the end, Braknir simply nodded, put a large purse of gold in Jokars hand, moved his index finger to his lips, as to demand silence, and then left.
This was all Jokar needed.
The gold was used travel back to his father in Solstheim, were his father took care of him, he paid the smith to forge a new set of armour for Jokar, and also a new blade, which later on was blessed by the temple priests with the powers of the Tribunal. Jokar named the blade Jessara.

Today, Jokar is found in Skyrim, hunting down any vampire covens he finds, and he would walk through hell for a chance to avenge his love. Harkon will bleed by his hand!

 

[Osiris]

awesome! everyone who has posted is accepted. With this many people, I can start the IC thread, Is anyone opposed to the idea?

 

[Jo'rak Vandeni]

Quick question... We're a terrorist faction? Are we loyal to any factions like Dark Brotherhood, Empire, Thalmor, Morag Tong, or something like that??

 

[Navare]

Oh, looks interesting Any more spots available Osiris?

 

[Osiris]

Feel free to join Navare

and Jo'Rak, we are a terrorist faction, not loyal or aligned with any particular faction but our own. However, that doesn't mean we aren't willing to join forces with a faction, though Switzgarr isn't particularly fond of the Dark Brotherhood's methods...

 

[blue 468]

Are their any spots available? I'd love to join

 

[Torok]

Is this going to start soon?

 

[Hlíf 'Ulfr]

Would love to start Rping again and was wondering if there is any room left?