TheGreatPumpkin
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An orc scholar known only as the Steward has been trying to organize an expedition to the ancient dwemer city Blackreach. Stationed in Solitude he has used his vast connections to spread word across the land promising riches and fame. The goal of this expedition is unknown, but his one expectation of his crew is "beware the cutthroats".
The rules of this rp are simple, don't god mod, don't be rude to anyone while out of character. In character rivalries are ok, but tension amongst writers are never acceptable. This will be an 18+ rp, so expect the traits that come with the name.
Character Chart (Here is an example)
Name: Unknown
Titles (If any): The Steward
Race: Orc
Height: 5'0
Hair: Black and cut short
Eye Color: Dark Green
Tatoos: None
Scars: Claw marks on his back from a sabretooth attack
Build: Small and scrawny
Armor: None
Clothes: Old tattered brown robes, and worn out boots
Gear: A few assorted potions, and a couple septims
Weapons: An iron mace
Spells: A variety of destruction spells and a few restoration spells
Personality: Shy and not talkative, he generally sticks to himself and won't talk unless he has to.
Likes: Magic, alchemy, other mages
Dislikes: Cats, warriors, beggers
History: The Steward was born in the city state of Orsinium. He was quite weak and scrawny for an orc, and prefered to delve into magic instead of smithing or fighting. Because of this he was an outcast, not viewed or treated well. Eventually he left and after years of travelling, met a mysterious group. This group called themselves the Cutthroats. They were assassins for hire and were mostly made up of thieves and rogue mages. The Steward immediately felt at home. He practiced their ancient traditions of dressing up in rags, disguised as poor beggers and striking from the shadows when no one expects them to. Eventually the Steward's conscience caught up to him. He regretted his actions and tried to destroy the Cutthroats. However he failed and since then has been wandering the land, working odd jobs and trying to make ends meet.
An orc scholar known only as the Steward has been trying to organize an expedition to the ancient dwemer city Blackreach. Stationed in Solitude he has used his vast connections to spread word across the land promising riches and fame. The goal of this expedition is unknown, but his one expectation of his crew is "beware the cutthroats".
The rules of this rp are simple, don't god mod, don't be rude to anyone while out of character. In character rivalries are ok, but tension amongst writers are never acceptable. This will be an 18+ rp, so expect the traits that come with the name.
Character Chart (Here is an example)
Name: Unknown
Titles (If any): The Steward
Race: Orc
Height: 5'0
Hair: Black and cut short
Eye Color: Dark Green
Tatoos: None
Scars: Claw marks on his back from a sabretooth attack
Build: Small and scrawny
Armor: None
Clothes: Old tattered brown robes, and worn out boots
Gear: A few assorted potions, and a couple septims
Weapons: An iron mace
Spells: A variety of destruction spells and a few restoration spells
Personality: Shy and not talkative, he generally sticks to himself and won't talk unless he has to.
Likes: Magic, alchemy, other mages
Dislikes: Cats, warriors, beggers
History: The Steward was born in the city state of Orsinium. He was quite weak and scrawny for an orc, and prefered to delve into magic instead of smithing or fighting. Because of this he was an outcast, not viewed or treated well. Eventually he left and after years of travelling, met a mysterious group. This group called themselves the Cutthroats. They were assassins for hire and were mostly made up of thieves and rogue mages. The Steward immediately felt at home. He practiced their ancient traditions of dressing up in rags, disguised as poor beggers and striking from the shadows when no one expects them to. Eventually the Steward's conscience caught up to him. He regretted his actions and tried to destroy the Cutthroats. However he failed and since then has been wandering the land, working odd jobs and trying to make ends meet.