OOC By Night We Rise (Closed)

I will most likely be posting a secondary character here as well but as for now, I will be posting Brynn's CC solely. On a similar note if you are accepted please PM me with your character card as well as colour as I will be putting together a Character Card/ Roleplay reference compilation.

Brynn Ráðúlfr's

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Name: Brynn Ráðúlfr
Race: Nord
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Class: Warrior/Hunter
Weapons Main )-Dual wielded swords (Secondary) Bow
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Affliction: Lycanthropy (Werewolf)
Appearance:
Years of the hunt, of stalking her target have instilled a certain animalistic grace into Brynn. Her eyes, in shades of bright to grey blues, may flicker in an instance from the full intensity of what lay in her heart or mind to a cold, protected, indifference but always contain a certain intelligent feral shine. For all her time spent outside the confines of four walls, Brynn’s skin remains fair in colour drawing further attention to the dirty mulberry of her war paint surrounding messily each eye. Her face, framed by long brown hair falling in large, soft, loose waves or curls remains my some miracle void of visible scarring. However, with the perfect combination of the ideal company and enjoyable situation a broad smile breaking across her full lips will cause the barely visible indent of dimples to appear.

As an active huntress Brynn remains trim and fit. A slightly high waist and round hips lend a certain swing to her step, giving her a rather distinct walk. Although not easily lost in a marketplace crowd the same cannot be said for a shaded forest.

Affiliation with Companions: but she was once a companion, and still considers herself to be.

History will reveal itself during the RP . The section where she joins the Companions is yet to be written. Her attachment to them will be made clear in my first post.

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Found it! Ill work on a card tomorrow

 

Let me get to work on making a character. I need a new RP... I don't care what it is. I just need something to distract me.

Any preference of a male or female character? Also, for a writing example... would an RP I have participated in before suffice, or would you like me to make something up with my new character?

 

I'd probably guess something now, as your writing could be different from then to now, but that's up to specter it's his rp

Which... I'll have to get mine tomorrow, I'm on my phone and outside

 

Hey, Specter! I was looking this over, and I must say it sounds very interesting! If it's alright with you and the others, I will be able to post a cc for this up by tonight. I'll do my best to come up with an idea for boy sides, and the I can decide which would be more interesting. It that's alright, of course.

 

Still debating if I want a male or female character. I have good ideas for both, just not very sure which would fit best into this rp.

 

And that takes care of that. Male criminal it is.

 

Hey Specter. I have a character that I have already written awhile ago that I think would work great with this RP. I have his backstory fully written out, I just have to work on a few bits to include part of the plot as well. Would it be alright if I PM'ed it to you, so you can give me a good idea of how much I should trim, so that his story is as vague or broad as you need it for his story and personality to grow throughout the rp?

 

>_>

 

Right! Sorry. Will do. Just a small warning , though. The backstory is...well...quite extensive... to put it mildly.

 

Natch Lex​

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INFO​

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» NAME Natch Lex

» ALIAS Twig, Baby Face​

» AGE 20 years old​

» RACE Imperial​

» BIRTH DATE First Seed 10​

» CLASS Thief​

» GENDER Male​

» HEIGHT 6'0​

» WEIGHT 150​

» BUILD Stringy and twig-like, but muscular​

» AFFILIATION Crimson Caravan/Silver Hand​

» AFFLICTIONS A slight skooma addiction​

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APPEARANCE​

» HAIR LENGTH Short, about 1 inch long

» HAIR COLOR Black​

» FACIAL HAIR Occasional stubble around his lower jaw. Often criticized for having a "baby face"​

» EYE COLOR Brown​

» SKIN COLOR Tan​

» SCARS A few messy ones on his right forearms, but nothing huge. He's a young kid who although gifted, hasn't seen much battle time.​

» WEAPONS Natch carries two curved blades, a dagger, and a light wooden bow.​

» ARMOR Natch doesn't wear traditional thief garb. He prefers furs and leathers. In warmer areas of Skyrim, Natch would leave his chest bare (minus a strap to carry his bow on his back), which in the wintery climates he would wear a simple shirt with a fur cloak to keep warm. He feels restricted with too much armor on his upper body. Last but not least, Natch is never without his helmet - a piece given to him by his father.​

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HISTORY​

» SHORT BACKGROUND STORY – Natch knew crime his entire life. His grandfather was a notorious jewel thief, his his father was as far into the drug smuggling system as it got, and he ran around with the Crimson Caravan.

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He wasn't your typical thief. Natch grew up well off and was often shielded from the crime his family was into. When he turned 12 he was exposed to the world of drug smuggling, and began to help with the family business. Very few people suspected a young boy to have bags full of moon sugar and jugs full of skooma. To everyone, he was simply the son of a farmer who was selling his flour and storing water for the long journey home.​

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While Natch was a cunning liar and excellent at negotiating (especially when he was as high as a kite), he didn't use words as his primary weapon. Natch loved to duel wield his two curved sword, but he also liked to end "negotiations" via dagger as well. While an excellent fighter, he has very limited experience in real battle situations.​

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As the young Imperial grew into a man, the art of smuggling became a hard job. Private work was too pricey, as the bigger smuggling groups would often tax Natch. That would mean he didn't have any extra coin to cover his own addictions. Struggling to find private work, Natch was forced to join the Crimson Caravan, the most dominant group in his profession. ​

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» EXAMPLE
Natch desperately wanted some skooma. No, he needed it. His body shook, an uncontrollable nervousness having been cast upon him the last few days. He watched the various patrons at the inn merrily go about their day, unaware of the feeling that he may burst at any moment. He himself had been waiting several days for a Dunmer who would be smuggling a gracious amount of his precious drink over the border of Cyrodiil.

"Natch," a familiar voice spoke from over his shoulder. Antus, his informant and longtime partner gave him a stern look. How long had he been there? Natch should have been asking this question - instead, his mind immediately traveled to where his skooma could be. If Antus was here, what did that mean for his skooma?

"Where's the Dunmer?" Natch questioned immediately. His normally quiet demeanor was shaken up, and by the look on Antus's face, his voice was telling.

Antus sighed before speaking, "We have a problem... the Elf got a better deal from some other guys. Crimson Caravan. Been taking a lot of our work lately."

Natch froze, his eyes growing wide. The Imperial had the look of a crazed man. "No skooma?"

"Well," Antus pursed his lips before reaching into the pocket of his pants and taking out a small glass bottle. Natch snatched it from his hand, taking a sip. It took only seconds for the effects of the liquid to set in. The shaking stopped, and his nerves were once again settled down. Everything was back to normal - he could go back to his relaxed self. Skooma was damn amazing.