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[shadowkitty]

Name: Wyldfyre
Age: 19
Race: Nord, from an ancient strain.
Class: Archer, currently member of Companions, is now a member of The Circle
Sexuality:mostly men.

Appearance: Tall, athletic build, ample bosom, with semi-long fiery red hair. Brilliant green eyes. Faint blue tribal tattoo down the left side of her face. Three clawed scar across her right thigh from a sabre cat. And other scars to numerous to count.

Clothing: Ancient Nord armour, Carries a leather satchel.

Weapons: current bow is a crossbow. Also has a Skyforged Steel sword. Steel dagger hidden in her boot.

Magic: destruction, mainly fire and frost.

Bio: Wyldfyre lived in a small village in an isolated valley in the mountains. Her clan resembled more a Skaal village than the modern day Nords, and still looked on The All-Maker as their one and only deity. Wyldfyre lived there with her Mother and Brother. They had lost their father when she was young. Their family hunted for the clan, supplying all their meat and furs. Briefly, Wyldfyre escaped a deadly attack on her village by Falmor, when her brother seemingly sacrificed his own life to save hers. She lost her way in the wilds and found herself in Skyrim. After joining the Companions and falling for Farkas, she suddenly left Whiterun for personal reasons and is now roaming Skyrim, doing odd jobs for coin. She plans to return to Whiterun one day, but for now is content to escape the situation she left behind there and throw herself into adventuring.


Personality: Wyldfyre has seen more than she would care to, and has lost everyone she ever cared about. This makes her reluctant to get close to people. In saying that she has a kind heart to those who deserve it and is a fierce friend to those she lets in. She is still a little naive to the ways of Skyrim and relationships, having lived so isolated in her village. She is a fierce fighter and is extremely proficient with her bow (she was a hunter) and can fall back onto a sword or destruction magic if needed. Though she uses fire reluctantly. She is also very feisty and enjoys male companionship a little too much. She has also realised she is a little obsessed with gold and gems. She is brave and will try anything.

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[tdatapina]

Darius Black

Race- Imperial
Gender- Male
Age- 52
Birth Sign- The Tower

PERSONALITY
Religious Views- Sithis
Positive Traits- Smart, Stealthy, Social, Leader, Fast, Indepedent
Negative Traits- Holds grudges, Doesn't know when to give up, Harsh, Skooma Addict
Likes- Drinking, Music, Gold, Skooma
Dislikes- Being looked down on, Being outdone

PERSONAL
Sexuality- Straight
Martial Status- Divorced
Hobbies- Drinking Skooma, Singing, Thieving, Making Money
Affiliations- Dark Brotherhood, Blackwood Company, Thieves Guild, Nightingales

APPEARANCE
Hair- Black and sleeked back
Facial Hair- Light beard
Eyes- Dark Brown
Skin Color- Tan
Build- Short and thin
Height- 5' 8"
Weight-145lbs
Laterality- Ambidextrous
Injuries- Long scar running down his left forearm

WEAPONS
Left Hand- Ebony Dagger
Right Hand- Ebony Dagger
Armor Set- Nightingale Armor
Primary Magic- Alteration
Secondary Magic- None
Tertiary Magic-None

BIO
Darius grew up without the love and care of his parents. They were members of the Thieves Guild and were often busy on contracts and never took the time, nor tried, to be with him. This did, however, lead Darius to being a very independent young man. By the age of 10 he could go out and hunt his food as well as complete miscellaneous odd jobs to make money. Most of his money was spent on taking care of his younger sister Amelia.

It wasn’t until he was about 17 years of age that he began making bad choices. His money spent on the work he did stopped going towards his sister and instead towards skooma. He grew an addiction to the drug that he never kicked.

On his 21st birthday his life spiraled down completely. He got into a fight with a Khajiit skooma dealer and killed him because he had tried to charge him too much. As everyone knows, when you kill someone of your own free will, the Dark Brotherhood contacts you, and they did Darius. Fear and intimidation led Darius to accepting the job as a Dark Brotherhood assassin. Unfortunately, to prove his loyalty he had to kill his family, which he did mercilessly.

The Dark Brotherhood was not giving him nearly enough gold to supply his growing Skooma addiction so he decided to get in leagues with the Blackwood Company, a competitor of the Fighters Guild. He worked for them for a few years before he found an even better way of making money, thievery. He left the Blackwood Company, still keeping close connections with them, and spent his time stealing.

He eventually caught the eye of the Thieves Guild, as all great thieves do, and was quickly initiated and moved through the ranks and made it to Master Thief in just under 6 months. Now fully able to supply his Skooma addiction and have extra money on the side he lived the normal life of a thieving assassin.

As he began to grow older (in his 40s) he decided he wanted to make more money, and what better way to it than through the drug he had loved so much? He hired some Khajiits to get him all the necessary ingredients and began making the drug. At first he was just a small dealer, only selling to local addicts, but eventually everyone began to hear of this dealer who could produce so much in such little time. The only problem was, he had no way of getting the Skooma to the addicts without attracting too much attention.

It was then that he went to his Blackwood friends who had since been doing a different type of job (because of the Fighters Guild destroying them) involving the drug trade. They were able to get him an inn in a small city named Morthal in Skyrim. He gladly accepted, packed his bags and made his way to Morthal. There he built his drug empire.




Egil Lee

Race- Nord
Gender- Male
Age- 26
Birth Sign- The Serpent

PERSONALITY

Religious Views- Atheist
Likes- Sword play, magic, silence, fighting, rain
Dislikes- Vampires, his father, staying in one place too long

PERSONAL
Sexuality- Straight
Martial Status- Single
Hobbies- Sparring

APPEARANCE
Hair- Medium length and dark
Facial Hair- Rough beard
Eyes- Brown
Skin Color- Pale
Build- Fairly muscular
Height- 6'4"
Weight-212lbs
Laterality- Left handed
Injuries- Long scar running down the side of his neck

WEAPONS
Left hand- Stagil (Glass Sword w/ freezing effect- slows enemy movement for 10 seconds), Daedric Dagger
Right Hand- Destruction Magicka
Armor Set- Stalhrim Heavy Armor Set
Primary Magic- Destruction (apprentice) Restoration (apprentice)
Secondary Magic- None
Tertiary Magic- None

BIO
Egil grew up in Falkreath alone. His mother died in birth, and his father had abandoned them when he knew she was with child. He was risen up by Lod, the towns blacksmith, until he was 13 years old. He then set out on his own to find his father. It didn't take him long to learn to live off the land. Thirteen years later and he is still hunting for him actively. He held a bitter hatred towards him for not being there to raise as a real father should.




Varian Orintur

Race- Altmer (High Elf)
Gender- Male
Age- 663 (as of 4E 510)
Birth Sign- The Atronach
Birth Date- 3E 280, 8th of Frostfall

PERSONALITY
Religious Views- Altmer Pantheon (Worship of the 9 Aedra)
Likes- Reading, Alchemy, Magic, Studying, Exploration, Dwemer Ruins, Spell Tombs, Draugr
Dislikes- Stupidity, Orcs, Frostbite Spiders

PERSONAL
Sexuality- Straight
Martial Status- Married
Hobbies- Exploring Dwemer Ruins, Reading, Alchemy, Learning Magic

APPEARANCE
Hair- Blond and shoulder length
Facial Hair- None
Eyes- Yellow
Skin Color- Tan
Build- Thin and athletic
Height- 6'8"
Weight- 210lbs
Laterality- Ambidextrous
Injuries- None

WEAPONS
Left Hand- None
Right Hand- Dwarven Dagger
Primary Magic- Destruction (master) Illusion (expert)
Secondary Magic- Restoration (adept)
Tertiary Magic- Conjuration (novice) Enchanting (apprentice)

BIO
Born in the year 280 of the third era, Summerset Isles was at peace with all of its neighbors. Varian grew up on Moridunon in the village of Potansa. He lived a very normal, plain life. He studied alchemy very frequently, becoming a master of the art at a very young age. He married a woman who also shared his love for Alchemy. Her name was Arivanya Sontaire. Together they learned much about alchemy, easily becoming the best in the continent.

It wasn't until the year he turned 175 that everything changed for him. Those who called themselves elven supremacists, also known as the Thalmor, overthrew the government. Both of his parents worked for the government and were killed during the incident, and his wife was left in bad condition.

Varian waited 5 years while Arivanya healed. He said his goodbyes and promised he'd return with his skills honed and ready to protect her. He left her in the care of a very good and able friend, Undil Ocato. He fled the Summerset Isles and headed for Skyrim where he would gain entrance to the College of Winterhold and begin his training. Vengance strong in his heart, he mastered the art of destruction and furiously went out in search of the Thalmor, attempting to wipe them out. Not too long after his initial attempt, he realized simple destruction magic wasn't going to do the job, so he studied the school of illusion and a little bit of restoration. Confident in his newfound abilities, he went out once again, destroying any Thalmor he could find. For years he fought, alone, but relentlessly. Overtime he became an adept in the school of restoration, and picked up small amounts of alteration and conjuration.





Sulvunn Agmarig

Race- Nord
Gender- Male
Age- 23
Birth Sign- The Serpent

PERSONALITY
Religious Views- Nordic Pantheon
Likes- Music, jokes, any type of alcohol, singing, swordplay, bar fights, free running
Dislikes- Reading, Thalmor, rules, stealth

PERSONAL
Sexuality- Straight
Martial Status- Single
Hobbies- Fighting, singing, playing the lute

APPEARANCE
Hair- Medium Length, dirty blonde
Facial Hair- Trimmed mustache and chin hear
Eyes- Dark blue
Skin Color- Tan
Build- Tall and muscular
Height- 6’ 7”
Weight- 236
Laterality- Left handed
Injuries- None


WEAPONS
Left Hand- Glass Sword w/ Frost Damage
Right Hand- Glass Shield
Armor Set- Steel (no helmet)

BIO
Sulvunn grew up in a small wood mill near Windhelm. For years he lived there with his family working the mill. Tired of living a life so secluded from everyone else, he left home and went to Kynesgrove, hoping to find more adventure and happiness. There he learned many things such as how to play the lute and sing, how to mine, archery, and most importantly, swordplay. He quickly became one of the best swordsman in the settlement (not too hard when there aren't many houses, but nonetheless, he was still highly skilled).

Deciding to put his skills to good use, he made his way to Windhelm and signed up to be a gate guard. Unfortunately he was turned down for being "too childish." Distraught and depressed, he spent the night at the inn, where he found his new love; alcohol. The drink added excitement to his plain, lonely life, and he soon found himself wasting most of his money on it.

Sulvunn earns most of his money taking care of small jobs for the Jarl, usually attacking bandit camps and killing thieves. The money easily supplies him with enough money for his addiction and the payments he makes to stay at the inn on a nightly basis. Most nights he tries to stay out of trouble in the inn.





Mikom Light-Foot

Race- Nord
Gender- Male
Age- 18
Birth Sign- The Steed

PERSONALITY
Religious Views- Agnostic
Likes- Archery, reading, free running, horse riding, adventure
Dislikes- Judgmental people, cramped spaces,

PERSONAL
Sexuality- Straight
Martial Status- Single
Hobbies- Exploring

APPEARANCE
Hair- Med-short and swept to the left
Facial Hair- Clean shaven
Eyes- Hazel
Skin Color- Tan
Build- Fairly muscular
Height- 6'1
Weight-201lbs
Laterality- Left handed
Injuries- None

WEAPONS
Left hand- Ebony Bow
Right Hand- Ebony Arrow
Armor Set- Blackguard's Armor
Primary Magic- Illusion (adept)
Secondary Magic- None
Tertiary Magic- None

BIO
Mikom was different from most Nords. While the others enjoyed their mead, massive weapons, and worshipped the gods, Mikom take to his own activities. He learned to ride a horse quite young, but aside from that, he was a very quiet and calm person. He grew up in Whiterun, spending most of his days in Faregnar’s Quarters where he’d sit and read while Farengar did his research. Spending time with Farengar gave him a chance to pick up a bit on magic, but mostly in the school of Illusion. He was allowed in Dragonsreach because his parents both served for the Jarl; one being a servant, and the other, a body guard.
It wasn’t until the dragons began attacking that he realized he needed to learn to use a weapon to protect himself. He attempted the use of a two-handed sword, battle axe, and even a mace but wasn’t strong enough. It wasn’t until he met Aela that he found the one weapon that worked for him; the bow.
He started with a bow with a low draw weight of only about 30 pounds. From there he moved up, training daily and increasing his muscle. By the age of 18 he had mastered the bow and owned his own Ebony Longbow with a draw weight of 80 pounds.
It was big news that the Dragonborn died. Grief and fear struck many people. With no powerful ally to defeat the dragons, Mikom went on a search for dragonhunters. After weeks of searching with no luck, a thought occurred to him. Paarthurnax helped the Dragonborn, why not him?

 

[Blackdoom59]

NAMEGarret Rendon
AGE 28
RACE Breton
BIRTHPLACE Evermor, in High Rock
ORIGIN Breton Mother, Forsworn Father
CLASS Alchemist/Thief
GENDER Male
HEIGHT1.87 meeters
WEIGHT 82 kilograms
LATERALITY Right-handed
SEXUALITY Heterosexual
MARITAL STATUS Single
HEALTHLost sight on his left eye
AFFILIATIONS None
AFFLICTIONS None
RELIGION Atheist, with influence towards Nocturnal








APPEARANCEHAIR Short hair, with a short goatee.
HAIR COLOUR Reddish-brown, bordering on crimson.
EYE COLOUR Green
BUILD Athletic, Fast, Somewhat strong
SKIN White
SCARS A quite large scar on his left eye, which dosen’t look that big by itself due to Garret’s eyepatch.
PERSONALITYPOSITIVE TRAITS Temperate, friendly, tolerant
NEGATIVE TRAITS Greedy, Silent
LIKES Female company, any kind of alcohol, mixing herbs, skooma.
DISLIKES Judgmental people, Sarcastic people, soliders
FEARS The Thief Guild, assassins, falling from large heights.
ASPIRATIONS To get rich, to learn every possible mix of ingredients.
QUIRKS Sometimes he says something just for the sake of humor, even if that hurts people.
ALIGNMENT True Neutral
COMBAT SKILLSMASTER Lockpicking, Pickpocketing, Alchemy
EXPERT Sneak, Light Weaponry(one handed), Archery
ADEPT Light armor, restoration
GEAR
ARMOUR A greenish version of the Thieves guild armor, with steel accents on it, that comes with a cape. A dark leather eyepatch on his left eye.
WEAPONS A dwarven sword he calls The Thief, enchanted with absorb stamina and health, An unenchanted ebony bow with ebony, steel and iron arrows, and a dagger he keeps in his right boot, to only be used in critical situation or when he tries to backstab

RELATIONSSTORMCLOAKS/EMPIRE/THALMOR [HATES]– He hates all the sides that wage war and ruin the lands, without caring about the goals of any of them. From his perspective each of the said sides are trying to get power and nothing more.
THIEVES GUILD [FEARS]– Garret is afraid of the thieves guild more then anything else on the world, as he is on the guildmaster’s blacklist and will always stay there.
COLLEGE OF WINTERHOLD [ADMIRES]Garret loves to see people take their time towards research that will benefit everyone, not just one man.
THE DARK BROTHERHOOD [DISLIKES] Garret dosen’t like the idea of killing innocent people, and the dark brotherhood kills whoever the contract demands.


HISTORY
Garret Rendom has a long and storied past. His mother, Felicia Rendon, was an alchemist in Markarth, earning her money from selling potions to the needy. One day, she went outside the city to gather ingredients, when she was knocked out and taken away by the forsworn. She was to be kept a slave, along with other captured Bretons, until the jarl accept the exchange for territory. Being a helpless woman, Felicia was violated by the forsworn, and her live in captivity was a living hell, but not all of the forsworn were monsters, one of them grew pity for the poor woman, and agreed to help her flee. As they made their way out of the forsworn dungeon Felicia asked for the name of her savior, “Garret” he replied. Being born in the forsworn, your last name is forgotten. They eventually got out, and proposed to cross the border to Evermor, in High Rock, as Markarth pale was too dangerous. Garret gave up his life as a forsworn, eventually falling in love with Felicia. As they reached Evermor, they began their new life there, far away from the forsworn. As time flew , Felicia was impregnated, however being an alchemist made her fairly ill, if she was to give birth, she would loose her life not a few moments afterwards. In order to prevent this, Garret called out for an old friend of his in the forsworn, which was a healer. They were to meet on the outskirts of Evermor when Felicia gave birth.
The healer helped her, the child was born and Felicia was still alive, however their joy was about to end, a group of forsworn followed the healer, and attacked him and Garret right after the birth. In the fight the healer died, and garret managed to survive, however his wounds didn’t let him alive for more then a few hours. Felicia was alone with her new son, which she called Garret. The healer did his job, but Felicia eventually died, with her son only 10 years old. Being a child in a harsh city, Garret did whatever he could to survive, mixing herbs just like his mother thought him, selling potions ,and picking the pockets of his customers. At 17 years old he went to Markarth, were he kept doing what he knew best, there he contacted the Thief Guid, and eventually became a member. For 5 years he kept stealing, making too much gold. He got himself a place outside Riften, where, in his free time, he would mix all of the herbs he finds, as that was his true passion. Garret didn’t like the way Mercer, the guildmaster spoke. It looked like he was hiding something. Garret poured a mix into Mercer’s drink that will make him tell the truth. As Mercer was alone in his room, he drank his wine and started talking without ending. Garret just stood shocked and listened, about Gallus, the nightingales about everything. Mercer however, noticed him, and got into a fight with him, slicing his left eye apart. Garret was forced to run, as he had no way of beating someone so experienced. Since that day, Garret was a wanted man in the Thieves Guild. His house was burned down, and he was left with nothing. He visited The temples of Nocturnal and understood more and more about the backstory of The Thievs Guild.

Not being strong enough to do anything to change the guild , he kept stealing, however without a fence, money were no longer flowing that fast. 6 years passed since he left the guild and ever since he was looking for a way to get rich and to master alchemy like no one else. However luck didn’t favor him all those years, and he becomes more and more desperate. He would sieze any opportunity he finds.

 

[Blackdoom59]

Character Name
Xavril Darksbane
Basic Information
Name: Xavril (No last name)
Alias: Xav
Age: 93
Apparent Age: 25
Birth Place: Alinor, Summerset Isles
Birth Sign: Lord
Race: Dark Elf/High Elf Halfbreed
Class: Shadow (agile battlemage)
Gender: Male
Laterality: Right Handed, however he knows to write/eat/etc with both hands
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Marital Status: Single
Properties: A manor ,a bakery and a stable in Summerset Isles
Affiliations: The Shadow Order- Leadership
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Afflictions: Full Blindness
Religion: Atheist
Patron Deity: None
Habits: When he is bored, Xavril holds his hands togather and meditates.
Hobbies: Drawing, Philosophy, Writing
Family: None
Personality
Positive Traits: Friendly, Smart, Generous
Negative Traits: Easily Angered, Not Tolerant, Not very chatty
Likes: Skooma, Women, Luxury
Dislikes: Racists, Alchemists, Thieves, Assassins
Fears: Loosing a battle, Dragons
Aspirations: To remain undefeated until death.
Quirks: When he dosen't like somone, his expression changes to a rather agressive one, however with the binding on his face, its really hard to see this expression.
Philosophy: Xavril beliaves that anything is achieveable, and altough he agrees on the daedra and aedra existing, he refuses to worship any of them, as well as he refuses to listen to someone's commands, since he finds himself his own master.
Skills
Master:
One Handed, Light armor
Expert:
Destruction
Adept:
Restoration, Enchanting.
Apprentice:
Sneak, Lockpicking, Speech.

Appearance
Height: 1.93 Meeters
Weight: 80 Kilograms
Build: Athletic, Muscular, Tall
Hair Length: Long
Hair Color: Black
Facial Hair: Stubble(rarely) or None
Skin Color: Yellow-Ash Brown, simmilar to the first pic.
Scars: None
Face: Slim
Tattoos: Tribal Band on both forearms and chest

Gear
Armor: He usually uses glass armor, no helmet, and empty between shoulders and forearms. When he's not armored for battle, his top is completely naked, while he has expensive fine pants. His armor is enchanted in such way that it provides reduction to destruction, bonus to one handed damage and bonus stamina.
Weapons: Two glass twinblades, one enchanted with absorb magicka and the other with damage magicka.
Misc: Xavril is able to use a total of 4 thunderbotls (expet spell) before he completely runs out of magicka, due to his somewhat low magicka rating. However he can absorb the magicka back by simply attacking. Being raised in the shadow order, he has inhuman agility, able to reach 35 kilmeters/ hour while running, he's also really hard to hit due to his evasive skills. His senses are also sharp, he's able to hear and smell danger coming from close or from range, which makes him hard to backstab. However never forget that he is blind, it takes him a large ammount of time to spot the exact location of an enemy if he's too far away.
History/Biography
Childhood/Teenage: Xavril was an orphan for as long as he knew himself. His parrents, which he never met in person, threw him away on the streets for being blind. After all it would hurt the image of a noble if he has a child with such disfunction. As an infant in the streets of Alinor, he was taken by a man named Taurnil Darksbane, the leader of a group of elven battlemages that fight for the Thalmor and that represent the Summerset Isles and the Dominion- The Shadow Order. Xavril considered Taurnil as a father, and he trained to become a good "Shadow" for as long as he can remember.
Adult: When he was 20 years old he had finally became a shadow, he had taken to duels, fighting the fabled warriors of other races, members of the shadow order as well as fantastic creatures. When he reached 50 years old fought and accidently killed the leader of the Shadow Order, thus becoming the new leader. At that point he was in a moral crysis, not understanding what he truly wanted. However he soon continued his life the way he lived it before, taking the name of his fallen master as his surename.

 

[Fart Lord23]

Name:zethro
Weapon:Raxus Prime
Gender:male/Dunmer
Age:51
Class: spellsword

Features:black hair,red eyes,blackish blueish skin,eye scar,thin,knotted beard

likes to show off,steal,wanted in every city except Falkreath,nudify Whiterun with 100 pickpocket.

Born in the North of Blacklight,Morrowind.My family moved to Cyrodiil to get a better life,every night my father would come home wth a sack of stolen goods.My father made me carry the jewlrey he dug from the town cemetary,
He was rude and mean and he would cut me with his dagger if I refused to help him.When I turned 19 he
forced me to help him steel a priceless diamond from the statue of the great hero of kvatch.He threw
the diamond to me then he ran and climbed over the fence,the gaurds caught me with the diamond and I was sent
to prison for 1 year.Finally I got out of prison,I came to the house with a note on the door and it said he
left on his boat to skyrim.Very well I will flead to skyrim one day and he will pay!!!

 

[Irishman]

BASIC
Roleplays - The Silverblood Inn / Fatality
Name - GroBenjii
Age - 31
Race - Orc (25% dunmer)
Birth Place - Mor Khazgur Stronghold, Skyrim
Class - Berserker
Status - Champion of Skyrim
Gender - Male
Laterality - Right hand
Sexuality - Heterosexual
Marital Status - Single
Health - Extremely Fit
Affiliations - All 4 Skyrim Strongholds
Afflictions - None
Alignment - Chaotic Good
Religion - Deadric prince Malacath

APPEARANCE
Hair - Dark brown dreadlocks, extend just past shoulders
Eye Color - Dark red
Build- Very muscular
Height - 6'6”
Weight - 130kg
Skin - Medium brown tan
Scars - Several torso scars, large scar along jaw line
Misc - Has relatively small bottom teeth as his Grandmother was a Dunmer

PERSONALITY
Positive Traits - Logical, Courageous in Combat, Battle Smart
Negative Traits - Stubborn, Aggressive, One-Track Mind
Likes - Training, Weapons and Armour, Duelling, Competition, Celebrating
Dislikes - Weak orcs, Magic, Bows
Aspirations - To be acknowledged as the best melee fighter of this age
Quirks - Absent mindedly plays with dreads when embarressed or stressed

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COMBAT SKILLS
Major - Two-handed, Block
Minor - Light Armour, One-handed
Tactics - Hard and fast offensive. He is extremely proficient with his halberd and uses it to stab, swipe, block and counter with unmatched agility and power. Uses short sword as back up weapon and sometimes duel-wields sword/halberd. Constantly switches tactics and approach in long fights and uses the environment to his advantage. He is not above using any tactic to win in a fight-to-the-death but he can be a very honourable duellist in competitions.

GEAR
Armour - A long, leather and colourful cloth Kilt with chain and chain mail hanging off it. A horned goat skull is attached to the front of his studded belt
Weapons - An ebony bladed 6foot halberd and an orichalcum short sword strapped to the back of his belt

BRIEF HISTORY
Growing up in a Sronghold, GroBenjii was always easily the best fighter and went on to compete in annual duels held by the Skyrim Strongholds. Crowned the best orc fighter in Skyrim several years in a row, he than went on to compete in underground tournments and other compititions.

 

[Irishman]

BASIC
Roleplays: The Dark Age
Name: Incubus
Race: Dunmer
Gender: Male
Class: Nightblade/Necromancer
Age: 666yrs
Apparent age: Quarter century
Birth Place: Mournhold, Morrowwind
Laterality: Ambidextrous
Sexuality: Prefers women and the occasional corpse and/or undead creature
Marital Status: Single
Afiliations: Dark Brotherhood, Spymaster
Afflictions: Pure Blood Vampire
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Religion: Had minor dealings with Mehrunes Dagon and Molag Bol, but worships nothing

BÍOGRAPHY
Pre-vampire: Growing up in an orphanage in Mournhold over half a millenia ago was very tough. The Deadra, especially Mehrunes Dagon and Boethiah, had a strong hold over everyone emotions and beliefs, which led to a huge amount of witch covens, walking undead and vicious creatures of the night. The streets were dark and dangerous at all hours through the day and night as the sky was either covered in ash from the Red Mountain or a raging black storm, summoned from the evil gods themselves. Elves generally live longer than man, but at this horrific point in history, most elves were dying from disease, crime or poverty at alarmingly young ages.

Incubus, even as a child, loved the turmoil and the revolting nature of the cities inhabitants. Even the small orphanage which he spent his first 10years of life were run by a trio of witches, who performed experiments on the children, usually resulting in disability or death. Even at a young age, Incubus had an exceptional grasp of illusion magic and used that secret skill to become the favourite among the kids and avoided most experiments and punishments.

A witch one day discovered under Incubus's bed a dead and semi decaying corpse of an orphan that had gone missing 3months prior. After delving into the mind of young Incubus, the witches learned of his sick tendencies towards necromancy and began to teach and preach their way of life.

On his 25th birthday, Incubus slaughtered his mentoring witches and the coven’s powerful vampire lord, and used them as a blood sacrifice to summon Molag Bol and bind him to the vampire. Molag Bol, sensing Incubus's bloodlust and chaotic nature granted the dunmer the vampires’ ancient and powerful blood.

Post Human: Incubus has studied and experimented with necromancy for centuries and has become a master illusionist and manipulator. He has worked and been dedicated to discovering a new form of permanent necromancy known as thralling. He has sub-contracted and trained with the dark brotherhood for many years as an assassin and has a large network of contacts through tamriel. Although he was not born into the brotherhood and does not worship Sithis and the Night Mother as much as some of the other assassins, he is still very well respected and somewhat feared by the other members of the underground community.

PERSONALITY
Good traits: Intelligent, determined, eloquent, open minded, calm
Bad traits: Self-centred, arrogant, sadistic, necrophillic
Likes: Self-improvement, social occasions, chaos, experiments, undead creatures
Dislikes: Authority, lycans, lesser-minded creatures
Fears: A world without human cattle.

APPEARANCE
Height: 6'1
Build: Well toned but not bulky
Hair: Pure white, long, almost midway down his back
Eyes: Red, glows when angry/hungry/fighting
Skin: Very light grey/white
Face: pointed nose, dark shadows under eyes that contrasts with his fair skin

Gear: Hooded, black full body flowing robes with light but very durable armour under garments for day-day activities and assissinations
Custom ebony armour for battle (similar to the vampires armour in Underworld:rise of the lycans)

Weapons: An ancient Akiviiri katana with an absorb magic enchantment

Skills: Illusion, Destruction (mainly fire), Conjuration, Alchemy, One-handed, Sneak, Speech, Excellent hand to hand combat

Fighting Style: Illusion magic to confuse and eliminate the weak minded enemies, than reanimation and destructive magic to destroy the rest. Naturally gifted at stealth kills. Loves to have one on one sword fights with worthy opponents.

 

[Irishman]

BASIC
Name - Elenwen
Race - Altmer
Age - 22
Class - Pure mage
Hometown - Cloudrest, Summerset Isles
Laterality - Right Hand
Sexuality - Straight, although she has experimented
Relationship Status - Single
Affiliations - College of Winterhold, Radiant Raiments Solitude
Property - Proudspire Manor, Solitude / Bedroom at College of Winterhold
Alignment - Neutral Good
Religion - Prays to Auriel and Magnus

APEARANCE
Same as picture EXCEPT:
Hair - Golden blonde
Eyes - Piercing blue (similar to heading text colour)

Clothing - For traveling refer to picture, with knee high, brown leather boots. For studying at the college, Elenwen wears standard apprentice robes.
Circlet - An expensive Ruby and Ebony circlet that is enchanted to enhance magic power and reduce magicka toll. It glows faintly when Elenwen is casting spells
Weapons - A unique staff that channels her elemental spells through it so they cause more damage and use less magicka. When struck on the ground, it sends out a wave of pure force that can knock people off their feet up to a 3metre (9foot) radius.

SKILLS
Primary - Alteration, Destruction, Enchanting, Restoration, Speech
Secondary - Conjuration, Illusion, Alchemy
Battle Tactics - By never using physical weapons or any armour, Elenwen has to rely on her magic prowess in all aspects of battle. She uses very powerful mage armour and wards for defense and she summons atronachs and spams destruction spells through her staff to destroy enemies. She does not have a preferred element, instead using the right spell for the job.

Alteration - Candlelight, Ebonyflesh, Telekinesis.
Destruction - Flames, Frostbite, Sparks, Flame Cloak, Ice Storm, Chain Lightening.
Restoration - Self Healing, Healing Hands, Steadfast Ward.
Conjuration - Bound Dagger, Conjure Flame Thrall, Reanimate Corpse.
Illusion - Calm, Call to Arms.

PERSONALITY
Positive Traits - Very intelligent, Kind-hearted, Quick learner, Generous, Sociable
Negative Traits - One-Track Mind, Sometimes pompous, Naive
Likes - Expensive wine, Magic, Learning
Dislikes - Thalmor, Weapons, Armour, Racism
Aspirations - To be a master mage and to find her brother

BIOGRAPHY
Growing up with a well off family in the beautiful city of Cloudrest, Elenwen grew up quickly, spending most of her time in the large city library studying magic, Deadra, geography and the impacts of war.

She choose to spend most of her time reading, as back home was a verbally abusive and arrogant father, who was heavily involved in both war and politics. Her mother wasn't much better and valued her social status and shopping far more than Elenwen and her 18year old brother, Volanaro.

Volanaro, who was the only person in the family to cop his fathers physical abuse, snapped and fled the islands. Elenwen, being the only person who cared about him, soon went after him.

With only the knowledge that the only person Elenwen's family knew outside the Isles was an old family friend who lived in Solitude, Elenwen left and visited Radiant Raiments. Her Aunt Taarie told Elenwen that she had seen Volanaro a few weeks ago but didn't know where he went. After searching Solitude and helping people including the Jarl, Elenwen soon became a local hero and Thane.

Elenwen than went to Winterhold as her brother was into magic and instead of finding her brother, she enrolled into the college and began practicing the arcane arts. With no leads as to the whereabouts of Volanaro, the search has come to a standstill and Elenwen has to decided to settle down in Skyrim, establishing herself in Proudspire Manor and The College of Winterhold.

 

[Blackdoom59]

Demetrian
Argonian Vampire Illusionist
Basic Information
Name: Demetrian
Age: Over 500 (looks about 30)
Birth Place: Black Marsh
Birth Sign: Serpent
Origin/Race: Argonian
Class: Illusionist
Gender: Male
Laterality: Right handed
Sexuality: Straight
Marital Status: Widower
Properties: None
Affiliations: The Synod, The College of Winterhold, The Psijic Order, Cyrodiilic Mages Guild
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Afflictions: Vampirism
Religion: The Hist, Sithis
Patron Deity: The Hist
Personality
Positive Traits: Wise, Calculating, Cunning, Patient, Tolerant
Negative Traits: Cruel, Vindictive, Cagey, Overbearing, Arrogant
Quirks: Clenches Teeth when angry
Skills
Master:
Illusion
Expert:
Two Handed
Adept:
Alteration, Restoration
Apprentice:
Destruction, Alchemy, Enchanting
Appearance
Height: 1.76 meeters
Weight: 87 kilograms
Build: Slim, Quite Muscular
Horns: None
Eye Color: Light Blue
Scale Color: A lighter shade of gray
Unique Features: Sharp teeth
Gear
Armor: Vampire Royal Armor with light blue cloth
Weapons: Daedric Battlestaff, quite light for it's size.
Misc: Demetrian will try to avoid close combat, however he can handle his battlestaff quite well if the situation calls for it. The battlestaff dosen't inflict a lot of damage, however it holds quite the stunning power, and due to it's weight, Demetrian can swipe and thrust quickly with it.
History/Biography
Demetrian was born in Black Marsh, and grew up in a place in which you die if you don't work hard enough. When he was 15 he left for Cyrodiil. He discovered his talent for magic, illusion magic in special, and joined the Mages Guild of Cyrodiil. There he felt in love with a breton maiden. As time passed they got married, and Demetrian found out she's a vampire. Instead of backing away, he embraced vampirism. He lived happily with his wife for a long ammout of time, however Demetrian's ambitions led him into a void of sorrow. As he was always experimenting with Illusion magic, on accident he casted a powerfull frenzy spell on his wife, which attacked Demetrian. Demetrian killed her, and the image of her death hunted his dreams for the rest of his life. He left the mages guild, and never thought for magic for a long time, however one day he took that path once more, visiting multiple places in which he could learn, such as The College of Winterhol or The Synod. He studied illusion magic for about 200 years, until he got in contact with the Psijic Order, where he perfected his gift. He is now able to cast spells like no other, illusions so strong that can turn people insane, or into Demetrian's servants. Now he thinks himself unkillable, and travels around Tamriel to find a cause worth supporting.

 

[Tiaz Raydari]

Name:
Jaoan Thernstorm

Race:
Imperial

Sex:
Male

Age:
Unknown, but he has been alive since the Second era.

Sub-race:
Glenmoril Wyrd Vampire

Occupation:
On and off the job bounty hunter, has a longer history you might not want to hear about.

Date of birth:
E2 223 7th of Rain's hand.

Place of birth:
High Rock; Daggerfall, Illiac Bay.

Current Residence:
Skyrim, Frozen north coast, small homey cave.

Appearance:
Jaoan is an Old aged imperial born into the Glenmoril Wyrd royal family of vampires, who rule over Illiace Bay. Glenmoril Wyrd vampires are often described looking like their cyrodilic counterparts but instead of getting weaker as they feed they grow stronger, they also appear human when they are well fed. He stands at 6'4", slender and average build. He has dark brown hair with a groomed beard. He dresses in armored long black and red robes with a dark black hood that has golden rims, styled like a Thamlor hood. He carries a small elvish-steel dagger which belonged to his mother.

Personality:
Jaoan is smart, quick witted and a fast learner. He is well educated in history and the arts of conjuration and Restoration, and moderately in Destruction and enchanting. He is interested in learning things yet known to him and prides himself in his work. He is a good friend yet can be arrogant if he doesn't have his ways but sometimes accepted the terms if its for the better of a group. He has traveled all over Tamriel in order to gain the knowledge he has and thus is optimistic for the future.

History:
Jaoan was born into the Glenmoril Wyrd vampire clan that was situated in Illiac Bay, he was born in Daggerfall of high rock. Life in the clan was pleasant, he had all he could be provided for. His parents were High Nobles of Daggerfall; Aiyian Thernstorm, his father and Lilius Thernstorm, his mother. From the age of nine Jaoan was expected to start learning the family business, being a future Councillor for Daggerfall as well as the Glenmoril Wyrd vampire clan. He studied many different topics; Humans, spells, food, and some books just for pleasure. Years later around the age of fifteen Jaoan war and rebellions took place and his mother and father both went missing and he was quickly put into the clan's leadership role, many of the older members didn't like this and quickly arranged for an assassin or two. Faced with rude, unpleasant remarks from underlings and the town, Jaoan went in search for the knowledge in his parents room. In the room he found many old memories, artifacts and a family portrait and when he saw all of this memories from the past flooded and tears started forming and rolled down his cheeks. While he was collecting himself a shadow passed over him, a strange man in masked robes sneaked towards the child but when he decided to strike the child moved and the assassin missed. Jaoan acted quickly and raced towards his mother's dagger but the foolish assassin never saw it coming and he quickly dropped dead, the dagger stuck out from his stomach. Jaoan pulled the dagger out, raced towards his room and quickly collected things he needed in a backpack as well as a pouch full of gold before he ran off.
Twenty years passed since that day and Jaoan returned to his homeland and his clan and he found that the vampires that wanted him dead were in charge, they divided the clan's land into sectors and five vampires controlled each one and those five vampires reported to the new head of the clan; Ivan. Enraged Jaoan spent the next two hundred years picking them off and learning as he did and finally the time came to kill the one that took his family's position. The fight lasted for hours and no one was victorious but Ivan was badly injured decided to vow his revenge on Jaoan before disappearing into the sea.
Five hundred years passed and the Glenmoril Wyrd clan was in peace, each vampire had equal shares in what the clan would do but Jaoan had the final say. The sectors were reformed into what they were before Ivan came and the clan peacefully hid away in Illiac Bay once more.
Jaoan felt empty and vengeful, he wanted to find Ivan and end his life. He decided to leave his best friend in charge and left Illiac Bay to journey and one day to kill Ivan, wherever he might be.
era's past and Jaoan found himself in Skyrim where he has heard strange rumors of people's souls being corrupted.
Rp Sample:
Dirt crumbled under his heavy boots, a light rain cast down and Jaoan clenched his Cloak around body. Whiterun was seen in the distance, just where he needed to go.

The guards of the gate looked towards him, "What you doing out here?" The guard arm rested on his sword.
Jaoan looked up and met the guards eyes, "What's it look like, I need food and rest and I need passage into the city." The guard still uneasy and curious of Jaoan asked further questions,"we can't just let anyone into the city, what if you're a bandit or a forsworn?" Jaoan tossed the guard a light pouch half filled with gold, "Why don't you go get yourself mead after your shift?" The guard nodded and then walked towards the gate, "There you go the gate is unlocked, enjoy your stay now and don't go causing any trouble especially lollygagging we don't tolerate it here."
Jaoan walked into the city and immediately felt the heat of a nearby furnace, he looked all over the city before deciding to head towards what looked like an inn.

"I would like a room and some warm mead, how much?" Jaoan asked the innkeeper, who was a middle aged female nord. she looked towards Jaoan and forced a smile, "Twenty-five septims and its all yours," Jaoan dug into his pouch and pulled out the gold asked for, The innkeeper pulled out a bottle of mead and then asked,"I'll show you to your room,"Jaoan looked into her eyes before saying, "That won't be needed, just tell me where it is."
the innkeeper looked back, "Just go up the stairs and into the room, the bed's all yours."
Jaoan took the mead from her and then walked up to his room, closed the door behind him and then quickly pulled out a book, laid down on his bed and opened the mead before sipping at the bottle, "Perhaps I'll find what I need tomorrow."

(Credits goes to the Image designer, this is not my creation)
Image his robes to be somewhat like this but without the armored boots, and its all black with the golden rimmed hood.

 

[Tiaz Raydari]

Name:
Buriol Laiqato

Race:
Imperial

Sub-Race :
Lich

Sex:
Male

Age:
46 when converted, Immortal now.
Born:
2nd Era 233 7th of rain's hand

Occupation:
N/A

Place of Birth:
Cyrodiil, Anvil

Current residence:
A plane in the void, His personal realm.

Appearance:
He was once a handsome imperial, he had blue eyes, dark black hair, He stood at 6'2" tall, Average yet slender-like build, A groomed beard. He wore brown mage robes.
He now looks like a skeleton, his skin hangs on his bones, his eyes are dull and dead, most of his hair has fallen out; A small price to pay for Immortality and power. He wears padded down clothe and leather armour, he wears a old steel helmet, gauntlets, boots until his waist.

Personality:
Long since his human emotions have disappeared, he appears as cold and inhuman. He cares little for human life, he sees them as weak but full of potential; as he once was one. He is Intelligent, quick witted but lonesome. He learns fast and is well educated many arts of magic, particular conjuration, destruction and illusion.

History:
A time in history, He never thought nor dreamed of a chance that he would live another world and life.
Buriol was born in Anvil during the 2nd Era. His parents were two imperials; his father, Marrian and his mother, Kilalie. He lived a simple life, learning skills like skinning, cooking and restoration from his mother and other skills from his father. He quickly adapted to suit this daily lifestyle. He did his chores and learned his spells, read books and played outside. Everybody thought he was normal until his eighteenth birthday. At Age sixteen he was draw into a strange cult that worshiped a Altmer named Mannimarco, quickly he learned things from the cult he wouldn't dream of and the more he learned the more he was drawn away from his family. He learned about conjuration, destruction and illusion. He was tasked with stealing important herbs and documents for the cult and never once was caught, even though there was once a time he come close to being seen. After two long years of being in this cult or so he thought, He was approached by Mannimarco himself. He was assigned a prosaic task which was to be his final initiation into the cult; The task was simple yet complicated, he was to murder his parents and capture their souls for Mannimarco. He arrived at his parents new farm which was near Anvil, Sadly his parents weren't the only ones at that farm. A couple of farmhands lived in a shelter near the farm and was a problem to Buriol's plans.
It Had gotten late and after dinner with his parents his mother approached him in the kitchen and asked for help cleaning up, he accepted. He cleaned off the plates and had a small chat with his mother but he quickly found a sharp knife that fitted into his hand, his mother's back was turned and he quickly brought into her neck and blood sprayed everywhere. His mother dropped lying down on the floor gurgling in her own blood and his father walked in, Shocked at what Buriol did he quickly charged, tackled and got the knife out of his hand. Both men looked face to face, his father has fear in his eyes while Buriol remained calm and steady. He conjured up a small dagger and hid it behind his back, while his father kept demanding why had Buriol did this but he didn't care one bit what happened to him and just smirked. His Father grew angrier and charged again, which was a big mistake, Buriol side-stepped and his father dropped to the ground screeching in pain and hurt in his eyes. Buriol just went over to his mother's semi-lifeless corpse on the ground before chanting a few words, quickly her eyes rolled back and what she attempted to heal had only slowed her death but Buriol was glad she did that or he would of lost her soul to Aetherius. The farmhands outside quickly heard all the noise and ran up to the ranch, banged on the doors but found it locked. This gave Buriol enough time to steal his father's soul, after which he had done he lit torches and threw in onto the wooden floor and furniture. The farmhands were armed with pitchforks and spades, one was lucky enough to have a iron dagger. His parent's corpses rose and followed Buriol outside while the house burned on, the flames licked at its fuel before jumping onto its prey. The farmhands were quickly dealt with, and he dismissed his lifeless servants before leaving no trace of the farm nor his parents.
He returned to Mannimarco, fully accepted into the guild and was let into their secrets. They were trying to find the recipe for Lichdom, to be immortal and control all the power they wanted for whatever they sought. Thirty years past and finally they had found what they were searching for. Each of the high ranking cult members including Buriol and Mannimarco prepared themselves. The transformation was long and tough, they bound their soul to a inanimate object which they were to hide wherever they chose. They killed off their humanity, whatever they had left, if any, and gained the powerful form of a Lich and when he did, he was given the name of "Poltergeist" because of his skill in illusion and haunting his prey in an odd fashion that seems to make them appear crazy before killing them or bringing them back to his small realm of terror to imprison them and learn more ways of summoning and controlling the dead. He would save the world for the common good just so that he could one day destroy the world or control it at his desire with his old cultist friends.

Sample:
The members walked into the chamber one by one, they surrounded the fire pit before starting to chant words that wouldn't be able to be pronounced by just any normal mer or man. The chanting level rose and quickly the fire followed the chant. After the chanting finished the fire returned to normal and they started to pass around a mug, filled with a special alcohol that would cleanse us of our impurities. After which I was selected by Mannimarco to be the first of them to be granted the honor of lichdom, which was more like a test run to see if it worked before they willingly gave up their lives for nothing. I Agreed and quickly gathered my object which was to be used to bind my soul to that object forever, which would allow me to live forever if it worked. I took my position in the chamber of rites and stared down at the vial that contained poison which allowed the transformation to take place. Before I could sip it down Mannimarco stormed into the chamber and snatched the vial out of my hand, "I've changed my mind, I am to be the first Lich! I'm positive it will work! You can go after me," He said slightly smirking.
We gathered and watched as Mannimarco sipped the poison, before dropping down. His spirit was dieing and soon after watching for a few seconds the object he had chosen started to glow before something was attracted to it, perhaps his soul? Soon different coloured auras started to gather in the air around us before there was a loud groan and Mannimarco's body jumped up, his skin stated to shred and dropped off revealing his bones, his eyes turned bright blue and then he turned towards off while he lifted off the ground, "It's done, I can feel the power within me. I can do anything," he said before staring at me.
Next it was to be my turn, I gathered up the strength and drank the poison, I soon woke up feeling different, I could feel my skin falling off, I could sense things I couldn't have before, I felt power and lust for more, I stared at the rest my vision was blueish but clear. I was handed my object and then turned to the rest of my companions, "I must test my new powers, I must go my own separate way but I will return to this order one day and we will control this world like no one else has ever done," I said before moving out towards the door, happening on a legion patrol and all I could think was, "How unlucky for them..."

*Misc: Due to illusion skills he has created a mask, to foul others into thinking that he is human until his clothes are removed that is. The spell works over his helmet, making others see his human face and he can quickly drop his legs to the ground and walk like he once did.*

 

[Rocais]

Name:
Rocais SilverWing

Race:
Nord

Sex:
Female

Age:
23

Occupation:
Adventurer

Place of birth:
Riften

Current Residence:
Riften

Appearance:
Rocais is short, only about five feet and three inches. She has the figure of a dancer, her muscles well toned. Her skin is pale and her hair a strawberry blonde. Rocais has stunning green eyes, bright and filled with purpose. She wears deadric armor she has found throughout Skyrim. She keeps a warhammer close to her at all times. Rocais also wears an amulet of Mara.

Personality:
Rocais is intelligent, her tongue sharp, and her patience short. It doesn't take much for her to lose her temper, but the right words, or a pouch of gold can still her blade. Rocais may be short, but that doesn't stop her from attempting to intimidate others to get what she wants. She does have somewhat of a sense of humor, though jokes tend to go over her head.

 

[Blackdoom59]

Cruven Hawklight
Nord Barbarian Bandit Lord
Basic Information
Name: Cruven Hawklight
Age: 31
Birth Place: Dawnstar, Skyrim
Birth Sign: Lord
Origin/Race: Nord
Class: Barbarian (Two Handed Warrior)
Gender: Male
Laterality: Right Handed
Sexuality: Straight
Marital Status: Married
Properties: The Hawk's Nest (Cave on a mountain next to Dawnstar)
Affiliations: Companions, Blood Horkers, Blackblood Marauders, The Screeching Hawk
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Afflictions: None
Religion: 9 divines
Patron Deity: Arkay
Family: Wife
Personality
Positive Traits: Friendly, Reliable, Romantic
Negative Traits: Easily Angered, Impatient, Greedy
Likes: Food, Alchool, Money, His Wife
Dislikes: Arrogant People, Horkers
Fears: Magic
Quirks: Holds his palm thightly when he's angry, sometimes he forgets he's holding something and breakes the said object.
Skills
Master:
Two Handed
Expert:
Heavy Armor, Blocking
Adept:
Smithing, Speech
Apprentice:
Alchemy
Health: High
Stamina:High
Magicka:None
Appearance
Height: 1.93 meeters
Weight: 83 kilograms
Build: Atheltic, Strong, Overly Muscular
Eye Color: Deep Blue
Tattoos: Tribal Tatto on cheeks

Gear
Armor: Steel Armor with Dwarven accents, very heavy and very durable.
Weapons: The Executioner - An enchanted ebony battleaxe(Drain Health)
Tactics: Cruven stays at a fair distance as he throws heavy blows at the enemy, constantly backing up or moving in circles. He's also skilled at blocking and at breaking the enemies's defence. However if there is one thing he can't fight, that is magic.
History/Biography
Cruven was born in dawnstar, both of his parrents were sailors, and they didn't stayed with him as much as they should have. At the age of 15 he went to see the sea for the first time, and the ship was ambushed by pirates. Both of Cruven's parrents died, and the pirates kept him as a prize. He learned to fight in the ship, and made much more friends then he had in downstar, however that wouldn't keep him from getting his revenge. At the age of 18 a mutiny occured on the ship, and Cruven was named the new captain. However he saw a catch on land, not only on sea. He formed a group of bandits - The Screeching Hawk, that terrorized cities from the north of Skyrim. However he could only do one thing at once, fighting on both sea and land exhausted him, almost to the point where he was to sell his entire fleet to other pirates. However at the age of 22 he met the love of his life, Atesa, whom he married soon afterwards. She took the buisness on the sea, as Cruven took the land. As time passed he became feared as the bandit lord of the north, and along his wife, he is planning on ruling the sea and the land in the north for as long as they live.

Atesa Hawklight
Nord Archer Captain
Basic Information
Name: Atesa Wolfswift
Alias: Atsy
Age: 26
Birth Place: Whiterun, Skyrim
Birth Sign: Lady
Origin/Race: Nord
Class: Markswoman
Gender: Female
Laterality: Left Handed
Sexuality: Bisexual
Marital Status: Married
Properties: Hawk's Claws (frigate)
Affiliations: Companions, Blood Horkers, Bloodbound Marrauders, The Demon of the South Seas. The Imperial Navy
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Afflictions: Lycantrophy
Religion: 9 divines, Hircine
Patron Deity: Hircine
Family: Husband
Personality
Positive Traits: Forgiving, Nice, Tolerant, Friendly, Caring
Negative Traits: Easily Jealous, Seductive, Greedy
Likes: A good story, Jewlery
Dislikes: Arrogants, Politicans
Fears: Death
Quirks: Glumps when nervous
Skills
Master:
Archery
Expert:
Light Armor
Adept:
Enchanting, Speech, Sneak
Apprentice:
Lockpicking, Pickpocketing, One handed
Appearance
Height: 1.73 meeters
Weight: 48 kilograms
Build: Skinny
Eye Color: Light Blue
Skin Color: [Tan, Pale etc.]
Tattoos: Tatto on cheecks
Gear
Armor: Elven armour, fur gloves and boots, fur hood with cloak when cold.
Weapons: Neckhunter- An enchanted imperial bow( damage stamina), a backup glass hidden inside her quiver
Misc: Even if she is an exceptional markswoman, Atesa uses light bows, and so she can't shoot on far distances. She fires arrows quickly and rarely missess her target.
History/Biography
Atesa was born on the companions, and as she grew up she happened to be remarkable with the bow. She entered the circle when she was 17, a was a werewolf ever since. On a job in Dawnstar she met Cruven, whom she felt in love with. She left the companions back as she became a pirate, spending more time on sea then on land. Even if she has her temptations, she tries to remain loyal to Cruven and follow his wisdom, wherever it leads her.

 

[The Formulated Gamer]

Name: King Miller
Race: Nord
Class: Warrior
Gender: Male
Looks: Look at my Profile Picture!
Personality: Backs the Stormcloaks to Oblivion. Will kill anyone who doesn't believe in Talos. Loves to talk.
Misc: Loves using his Daedric Armor with a Daedric Sword in his right hand and a Daedric shield in the other. All legendary. Only uses spells when he absolutely has to. His home is in Riften(Honeyside).

 

[The Formulated Gamer]

Sorry I didn't include everything last time..
Name: King Miller
Birthplace: Blue Palace(Solitude)
Class: Honorable Warrior
Story: When he was a kid he was the son of a Noble every day he would go out into the place were the Solitude guards train and observe everything they did. One day he left the Blue Palace where he was living to go and find adventure once he made it out of the city and snuck past the guards and when he was finally past them he ran down the road he didn't make it far until he was hit in the head with the hilt of someones sword and that knocked him out cold. When he awoke he was chained up to a wall he could see three men standing in the door arguing about who gets the last sweet roll.. When one of the three men noticed he woke up he walked over to the small 9 yr old boy and said "Do you know why we kidnapped ya?" He replied No. Then the man said Well let me tell you. Your a Nobles son no doubt he will pay fortunes just to get you back. I don't see why though.. But until then you shall be our slave. After 4 years of torture the boy finally built up the courage to take the shiv he had been making and attacked the group that had taken him but he could only stab one of them before the others attacked him and he was only 13 so with over three 35 year old men attacking him he was no match. But just as he thought it was all over a group of Stormcloaks came rushing into the Fort they had set up and defeat the Bandits. Then they took the boy back to Windhelm when they were in the carriage he asked one of the Soldiers Why did you help me back there you are only a set of 5 men and there was over ten of the Bandits? The Soldier replied When we saw you fighting the Bandits head on with a measily Shiv all by yourself we knew that you were the One.. And thats were it ends.
Sided With: Stormcloaks
And thats my character..

 

[Sven]

Name:
General Sven "Stormblade"
Race:
Nord

Sex:
Male

Age:
45

Occupation and Story:
General Sven is a Stormcloak officer - After the Tullius has been defeated,and Skyrim liberated,the remains of the Imperial force swore loyal to the Dragonborn,who in his way swore loyal to Ulfric Stormcloak,thus creating the first Skyrim legion.More and more legionares fled Cyrodil and joined the General,in who they see Tiber Septim,the Dragonborn who created the Empire that later so brutally shamed him by signing the White-Gold Concordat.
His mission given by Ulfric himself to manhunt and eliminate any Thalmor agent or supporter in Skyrim,and sometimes abroad.

General Sven secretly has his doubts about Ulfric taking the High King's throne,based on thought that Ulfric Stormcloak will be incapable to lead Skyrim as High King.

Place of birth:
Dragonbridge

Current Residence:
A ship is Solitude docks.

 

[LordNaskill]

Lucius Maxim Corder ​

Age: 29​

Gender/Sex: Male​

Race/Origin: Imperial ​

Birth-Place: Cyrodiil,West Weald​

Residence In Cyrodiil: Once cleared at the age of 19 he took home at Fat Ramp Camp located on the Skingrad country side​

Birth Date: Hearthfire 22 On Middas​

Birth Sign: Warrior ​

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Occupation/job: Member Of the Farmed Fighters Guild and now under contract with the Companions Guild he will sometimes also take up being a lumberjack to earn extra coin​

Current Residence: Jorrvaskr When under contract for the Companions or Mixwater Mill when working in the lumber mill​

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Personality​

Positive Traits: Quick,Strong,Agile and Friendly,Zealous​

Negative Traits: Impatient,Greedy ​

Likes: Cards,Drinks,Friends,Fun​

Dislikes: Cowards,Bandits,Witches​

Fears: Stolen From ​

Quirks: Taps his feet when nervous if he ever is​

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Religious State​

Faith or Divine: Arkay​

How Faithful Is He: He regularly heads to the temple of the divine in ​

Solitude to pray at the Shrine Of Arkay ​

How Has It Affected His Life: He is a very Religious man always kept close to his Divine and he has always kept to Arkay and never strides to leave his side​

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Sword​

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Secondary Things In Possession​

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Potions​

1- Potion of Strength​

4-Potion of Regeneration​

2-Potion of Resist Fire​

1-Potion of Vigorous Stamina​

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Beverages​

2-Cyrodilic Brandy​

1-Holy Water​

1-Sleeping Tree Sap​

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Food​

2-Green Apple's​

1-Apple Cabbage Stew​

4-Horker Loaf ​

1-Venison Stew​

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Miscellaneous Items​

1- Torchbug in a Jar​

2- Goat Horns​

1- Lute​

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Books​

Aedra and Daedra​

An Explorer's Guide to Skyrim​

The Holds of Skyrim​

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Skills​

Master: One Handed,Heavy Armor,Two Handed,Smithing​

Expert: Speechcraft,Block,Light Armor​

Adept: Archery,Sneak,Alchemy​

Apprentice: Destruction,Lockpicking,Restoration ​

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Appearance And Certain Traits: ​

Height: 6,7​

Weight: 210​

Hair Colour: Brown​

Skin Colour: Tan​

Eye Colour: Hazel ​

Build: A well presented man with a fit and able body which would be able to endure a good beaten and or be able to deal out a strong beating himself​

Laterality: Left Handed​

Sexuality: Straight ​

Health: Well​

Martial Status: In relationship​

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What He Thinks Of Others​

Races​

Altmer/High Elves: Neutral-Is torn to a middle state due to what they did to his once great homeland and people​

Argonian: Friendly Towards Them​

Bosmer/Wood Elves: Neutral-Dose Not Mind Them​

Breton: Likes Them ​

Dunmer/Dark Elves: Like Them Dose not see why people hate them there good people most of the time​

Imperial: Likes them cause its his race​

Khajiit: Slightly dislikes them after a few disputes with them​

Nord: Understands why the nords dislikes him and he tires his best to maintain a good friendship with them​

Orc: has been in many disputes with the brute orcs hell he even fell in love with one​

Redguard: Likes them after visiting and making many friends with this race he finds them to be well respected and great fighters​

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Guilds​

Thieves Guild: he has nothing against this guild although he keeps his items close to him when wandering around.​

The Brotherhood: He calls them a bunch of merciless bastards who deserve to die.​

College of Winterhold: He see's no problem with the mages of Skyrim they have helped him and the Companions a few times​

Companions:he is under contract with this guild he finds them to be great friends with some small or big dispute​

Imperial Legion: he knows them well but see's them as slaves to the high elves and just peasants now​

Stormcloaks: he see's them a worthy fighters trying to take there homeland back from the high elves but having to fight his own race to get to them​

Bards College: He Enjoys a good time with the bards ​

Forsworn: He see's there point of savagery and just tries his best not to encounter them​

Blades: He has heard rumours about the last of them but is neutral towards it​

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What is known about Lucius is not much raised on a farm and born to work really his father always taught him the ways of life work hard and you will achieve great victory and in that saying Lucius was soon becoming of a man after his fathers death. Lucius took to arms in the fighters guild still getting the hang of battle he was only weak back then and not very well with coin either so he soon had to work hard and as his father​

said achieve great victory which was soon coming to him after several years of serving in the guild he earned a good reputation as a respected fighter and honourable man he brought down two of the biggest skooma operations in the south of Cyrodiil and that even earned him a great amount of wealth and soon his name spread wide and caught the attention of the imperial army, who asked if he wished to fight alongside them. "NO' was his response he was sworn to the guild and would not let some imperial guards offer him coin for a new job which was pretty much slave work although so was being a member of the fighters guild. Lucius was ready for his next task which was a contract under the guild of companions in skyrim exciting for him to be moving into the land of nords but also very dangerous as he was travailing alone and by horse and cart once in skyrim he made his way to the town of whiterun the home of the companions guild and what he saw in the companions was fierce and loyal people who would not give up so easy which encourage Lucius to become more and more of a fighter at the age of 28 he fought his first large scale battle against some bandits with the companions and some town guard by his side they took on the onslaught of a large bandit ground know as white hand.​

By the end of this gruesome battle Lucius was bloody and tired the bandits did a number of one of his fellow companions and Orc female who was training to be a blacksmith at the local forge she was not like most orcs she was very well kept and very manor for such a strong and well taught women of the green skin, He went to visit this Orc her name was Uzul funny name but he thought it was cute for suck a beast of a race she was very beautiful .​

Well lets say Lucius and Uzal hit off well when he visited her while she was recovering they would talk alot and get along really well soon enough they formed a strong bond over the two weeks of her recovery and she was back in the filed now aided by Lucius who was there to help her in any way,on the date of rains hand 14th they needed rest after a weeks worth of sweety battle and travel they came upon a good old inn and all they could pay for was a ne room and well they had a few left over drinks and lets say the next mourning they woke up facing each other with zero clothes on and well once the realised what they did they did it one more time ha funny how that worked orc and imperial might be a strange paring but these two really loved each other alot.​

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[Blackdoom59]

This is my Joker rip off

The Joke
Dunmer Assassin Alchemist
Basic Information
Name: Fenves Dres
Alias: The Joke
Age: Over 100
Apparent Age: Looks like he's in his twenties, due to elven aging
Birth Place: Morrowind
Birth Sign: Serpent
Origin/Race: Dunnmer
Class: Alchemist/Assassin
Gender: Male
Laterality: Right Handed
Sexuality: Straight
Marital Status: Single
Properties: None
Affiliations: House Dres, The Morag Tong
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Afflictions: Antisocial Personality Disorder, Depression, Schizophrenia(in short, he's insane)
Religion Sheogorath
Hobbies: Brewing Poisons
Family: Parrents and two sisters

Personality
Positive Traits: Funny, Brave, Smart, Cunning
Negative Traits: Deceitful, Impulsive, Irritable, Aggresive, Irresposnable
Likes: Laughing, Women, Food, Watching people suffer,
Dislikes: Unfunny, Arrogant, Shy people
Fears: Nope
Quirks: Will always try to make jokes, Will always laugh
Skills
Master:
Alchemy
Expert:
One Handed
Adept:
Two Handed, Pickpocket
Apprentice:
Lockpick, Speech
Appearance
Just like in the pic, without the warpaint
Height: 1.79 meeters
Weight: 73 kilograms
Build: Slender, Agile
Hair Length: Long
Hair Color: Black
Facial Hair: Beard
Eye Color: Red
Skin Color: Pale
Gear
Armor: Purple Jester suit, a lot of satchels
Weapons: He always keeps a small shiv on him, and a lot of poisons, besides that, nothing else.
Misc: Fenves has legendary stamina and endurance, he can whistand a lot of punnishment and run large distances without tireing himself. If he's engaged in battle, he wont use his shive to fight, besides he will try and disarm his enemy and use his weapon against him.
History/Biography
Fenves was born and raised in house Dres, one of the great houses of Morrowind. He had loving parrents and two little sisters. From a very young age, he always had to live up to his parrents expectations, thus reading lots of books, learning to brew potions and swordsfight. Wheh he was 20 his uncle was assassinated by the morag tong. Fenves was close to his uncle which is why he fought the assassin after the he made the kill. The assassin abducted Fenves and he was turned into a member of Morag Tong. Leaving his past life behind Fenves was forced to walk a dark path. As he was bouncing from a contract to another, Fenves grew a liking to assassination. He was no longer the man he was before. Five years passed since he joined the order, and he accepted the contract to kill a madman, a follower of Sheogorath. The deadric prince of madness wasn't fond at all to such a deed, and in order to show his domminance, he trapped Fenves in the Shivering Isles, where he was to survive all madmen and creatures that lurked the daedric realm. He survived for some time, however he couldn't go on forever. He had decided to end his life. He took a strange plant from the Isles, and mixed it with a nightshade. He was hoping the poison will kill him, realising him from his punnishment. Instead, that poison turned him into what he is today, a madman, traveling to each corner of Tamriel to spread his madness. Though he never entered in contact with the Dark Brotherhood, he took contracts that were meant for the assassins. He took onto his nickname- The Joke - tribute to his signature kill. He would poison the target with a concentrated version of the poison that he drank. The target would laugh, and laugh, until his hearts stop beating. Only the strongest of souls can whistand the poison. Now Fenves will seize any chance he gets to kill somone, not for money or fame, but for his own pleasure.

 

[Beowulf.]

Name: Beowulf Bahektaar
Race: Breton
Class: Pure Mage

Gender: Male

Looks: Long dark hair tied in a knot, same with hes beard, long and tied in a knot. About 5,6 tall and shallow wounded eyes. A hooded robe and weared out boots.
Location: Unknown

Personality: He is a stranger to everyone, not to friendly and never speak if not needed too. Fearsome looks but with a a slight kindness in hes one working eye.

Bio:

* Aprox 89 years old he is still young for hes kind.
* Explorer and writer of the old days and lifestyles.
* Has no friends nor family left in this world.
* Has no great possesion of gold, just what he comes around from writing books.
* A great magician with a large knowledge of frost spells.
* Respectfull and honorable in all situations.
* No political interests.
* He wears nothing but a hooded robe and wornout boots.

Beowulf, an outcast from the small Breton society in the Rift.​

Son of Wulfric the older. ​

Old court wizard of Solitude.​

Writer of fiftynine books all stored in the larger city castles.​

 

[shadowkitty]

BASIC
Name - Kiara Snow-Runner (not her real last name)
Race - Breton
Age - 20
Class – Vampire Lord, Mage, Archer
Hometown – Wayrest, High Rock
Laterality - Right Hand
Sexuality - Straight, not very experienced
Relationship Status - Single
Afiliations – Castle Volkihar
Property – Windstad Manor (eventually)
Alignment – Vampires (this may change)
Religion – Prayed to Akatosh

APEARANCE
Hair – Snow White
Eyes – Were brown, now Vampire Orange
Height – shorter than average, petite but still with vampire strength.
Clothing – Black Vampire armour, boots and gauntlets. Wears mage robes when mingling with normal people.
Weapons – Kiara uses Shock spells as well as her Vampire spells, and also still carries a bow with her

SKILLS
Primary – Drain Life, Destruction, Archery
Secondary - Conjuration, Enchanting,
Battle Tactics – Likes to use her Drain Life on victims and will use shock spells on enemies. Will use bow for stealth purposes. Changes to Vampire Lord form when she needs to feed, but prefers to stay mainly in human form.

PERSONALITY
Positive Traits - intelligent, Quick learner, will sometimes show compassion
Negative Traits – Stubborn, a little sadistic, selfish, vengeful to the point of obsessive
Likes – Feeding, Her pet death hound
Dislikes – The Dark Brotherhood, abusive men
Aspirations – To find out who ordered her parents killed, and to destroy the Dark Brotherhood

BIO
An only child, Kiara grew up in a noble household in Wayrest, and at a young age, as is fitting of all noble younglings, was tested for magical powers. She displayed well above average abilities and was sent off to live in the Mages Guild. Never too far away from her parents, she had a close relationship with them while she spent her years training at the Guild, developing her skills.

Kiara went home one day for a surprise visit when she came upon the terrible scene of her parents being assassinated by people she later found out to be the Dark Brotherhood. She was devastated and put all her energy into finding out who killed her parents. After years of searching, she traced the evidence back to the Skyrim fraction of the Dark Brotherhood, and she left High Rock. Her search in Skyrim did not start well, as she fell in with dangerous people and eventually found herself in the clutches of Vampires, who wanted her for her magical powers and seduced her into believing that she should become one of them. She struggles with her Vampirism, torn between its primal desires and her once compassionate heart. For now, also, she has forgotten why she came to Skyrim in the first place.

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