OOC What Lurks in the Dark, V.2. (18+)

[Baneloth]

The usual for Donath.

Name: Donath Stonesplitter

Race: Nord

Gender:Male

Age: 45

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Class: Warrior

Weapons: A two handed steel battle axe, and a small iron dagger

Armour: Steel armour, gauntlets boots. No helmet.

Appearance: 5'6", heavily muscled, clean shaven all around.(means no hair, no beard) deep blue eyes, a scar on the exact center of his head, running front to back. Speaks kinda like Gimli from LOTR.

Likes: Ale, coin, fighting

Dislikes: Dishonesty, Stormcloaks, Talos

Religion: Believes in all the divines, except for Talos,but only actively worships Stendarr.

Personality: Donath is usually easy to get along with, unless, of course, you're a Stormcloak. He doesn't care much for Talos worshippers either, seeing them as a bunch of religious nutbags.

backstory: Born and raised in Skyrim, Donath joined the Stormcloak Rebellion, believing it to be the right thing to do. He was assigned to an elite unit of 'fixers' that retrieved artifacts, assassinated enemy generals, and hunted down traitors and deserters. However, as the war wore on, Ulfric assigned them increasingly dangerous tasks, for little to no reward.

On one such mission, a unit of Donaths' men and Donath himself went into a crypt to retrieve an ancient blade. Most of the men on the mission were young, eighteen, nineteen at the oldest. The Draugr killed all but Donath, who received the scar on his head. Emerging from the cave, Donath deserted the Stormcloak army, and swore to make Ulfric pay for sending his men, his 'boys' to their deaths.

He set out to kill the High King, but the man was assassinated before Donath reached Windhelm. With not much purpose left to him, the war-weary warrior became a blade for hire, forgetting his woes in drinking and fighting. Hearing word of an enourmous contract to wipe out some bandits near Falkreath, the warrior heads to the town, eager to replenish his store of coins.

 

[Thesius]

First off, thanks to Aethalia for reading my humble CC, and thanks to TheArgonianDrell for the invite!

Name: Tyresius Vonn

Gender: Male

Age:48

Race: Imperial

Class: Paladin

Alignment: Orderly Good

Allegiance: Order of Arkay

Appearance: Around six feet, with black shaggy hair and beard, going grey at the roots. His hair reaches to about his jaw, and he has a mid length beard (look at avatar for visual clarity)

Apparel: Heavy armour. Steel plate, reinforced with leather underneath, slow the effectiveness of weapons, with the symbol of Arkay etched over his heart. His gauntlets are also heavy plate, as are his boots, shing guards, poleyn, shoulder bells...basically, he's covered in steel. Wears a helmet with a slit two fingers wide across the eyes, and three fingers wide from forehead to chin. Symbol of Arkay etched into the steel. A black cloak that he wears over the armour when travelling.

Weapons: Justice, silver great sword, engraved with runes of fire, that can burst into flames at Tyresius' urging, and especially effective against the undead and werewolves.
Vigilance, a heavy crossbow, that fires oak bolts, with silver tips.

Likes: His armour and weapons. Men of faith. Honesty. Protecting innocents.
Dislikes: Evil men and monsters. Liars, assassins.

Religion: Arkay. Despite Arkay being a part of the eight divines, Tyresius only worships him, seeing Arkay as the source of his power.

Abilities: Whenever in the vicinity of evil creatures, Tyresius develops massive, debilitating headaches. Not the best of abilities, but it does give him a heads up when creatures such as vampires or werewolves are nearby.

Personality: The best way to describe Tyresius would be...uncompromising. Once he believes something to be good or evil, he will be set in his ways, and about as movable as a mountain. Distrusts almost everyone, and will be more than happy to sacrifice them for greater good.

History: Born in the city of Cheydinhal, Tyresius saw his parents murdered by a vampire when he was sixteen years old, the young man developed a great hatred for all things unnatural. He trained for years becoming a paladin, recognizing the signs of the vampire and the lycanthrope. After a decade, he left the temple, and began his career, hunting vampires, lycans, and necromancers.

He became known as a hard, cold man, shunning the company of others, in order to complete his quest to rid Tamriel of all manner of unnatural, evil creatures and men. Upon hearing of the mysterious and sinister events in Skyrim, Tyresius was immediately suspicious. He made his way to the tundra of Skyrim, and made his way to Falkreath, learning of a massive bounty for a group of bandits. Although money means little to him, he is curious as to what is behind the mystery.

 

[Kir the Silent]

Well I suppose since I didn't receive an invite I'm out. Well, it was an enjoyable and great roleplay while I was allowed to be a part of it. I apologize if I was one of those people that 'warped' the story. I'll be following the story still and look forward to it! Good luck and best wishes to all involved.

 

[Simus]

Thanks for the invite Aethalia. I'll be doing Alice and Cilla This time around.

Name: Alice Psyrakon

Race: Imperial

Gender: Female

Age: late teens (Approximately 18, though she's small and young-looking enough to pass for 15 or 16)

Alignment: Orderly Good

Class: Arcane Ranger (Ranger skills augmented with illusion and destruction, rather than healing magic)

Weapons: A fire enchanted yew hunting bow (Mother’s Fire) passed down from her mother and steel arrows that she taught Alice to fletch herself. During the fletching, Alice is able to enchant the arrows to explode in a fireball spell upon contact. Not only is the target damaged by fire and the shock of the explosion, but is showered by splinters of burning wood and steel. The arrowhead itself is designed to explode inside the target, doing severe damage to it's innards. She knows and uses many other enchantments, but this is the most common one. Unfortunately, such arrows are very expensive and time consuming to make, so she doesn't use them very often. She also uses several poisons with her arrows. The poison depends on her target, but damage health and slow are her favorites.

She also wields a shock enchanted imperial sword (Father’s Steel) forged by her father and an unenchanted steel dagger for utilitarian purposes.

Armor: Alice wears a very special type of leather armour that her mother taught her to make. It's a form fitting white bodysuit that covers her entire body from her head down, minus her hands but including her feet. It's made from dyed leather and reinforced with frostbite spider silk, producing a light and very strong material: Strong on the order of steel chainmail and with a fraction of the weight. The suit opens in the front via a Dwemer invention called a zipper, a moonstone track starting at the groin and ending at the collar and is opened and closed by a fastener, ending at the collar when closed. The soles of the armor's feet are made of dotted rubber, another Dwemer invention created form an alchemy recipe and provide good traction when walking. The armor is also enchanted with Ebonyflesh and Fortify Stamina for additional protection. (In summary, think leather footy pajamas.)

Over this armour, Alice wears a pair of brown leather knee high boots that also close with a zipper, have rubber soles and are enchanted with Fortify Carry Weight and Fortify Stamina. She has a pair of matching leather gloves with the same enchantments and ablue dress with short sleeves and a mid thigh length skirt. The dress has three brass buttons and a fine collar that goes below her throat that she keeps buttoned up. The dress has the same enchantments as her armour, but is more for style than actual protection. Alice also wears a simple silver band on her right ring finger and a pair of small silver earrings with a tiny sapphire in each. Both have Fortify Magika. (The entire outfit together makes her look something like Link in the Zora Tunic from The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time.) She also has several pairs of one piece footy pajamas that are of similar style to her leather armor but are made of soft, light mixture of tundra cotton and wool (the closest Elder Scrolls equivalent of fleece). This makes them warm and very comfortable and the resizing and self-cleaning enchantments add to this. Part of the self-cleaning enchantment is a weak heat spell to keep them warm when not in use. Alice and her sister Cilla treasure these pajamas and are able to swap pairs whenever they choose thanks to the resize enchantments. Alice's favorite pair is white with black skulls and black ribbed cuffs and collar. She always has at least this pair when travelling.

Appearance: 5', 0", pale, cream coloured skin and small but curvy breasts. She has shoulder length ebony hair (think Ysolda's hair but a dark black) and no scars, blemishes or age marks of any kind save for a scar on her right shoulder from a Thalmor sword. She almost always wears a smile and is usually clean and presentable.

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(Alice without her dress. I have yet to find a mod to accommodate it.)​

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Personality: Alice is extremely friendly and outgoing. Her small size and endearing nature make her easy to love and adore. She loves to meet new people, talk to them and get to know them. As a result, she's a friend to most people she meets and leaves a good impression on almost everyone. She also has excellent manners and is very good at addressing those in power. She's very intelligent and has mixed illusion magic with archery and tracking to become a cunning hunter and archer. She's good at moving quietly through both urban and wooded environments and could be a very good thief if she wanted to. However, she sees such behavior as not only grossly dishonorable but extremely unladylike.​

She's a devout worshipper of both Talos and Mara, her father teaching her the honourable ways of the former and her mother the kind hearted ways of the latter. She seeks to act honourably in all aspects of life but also has a desire to share her love with everyone.​

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Alice also has a stranger side to her in the form of a very special gift. Alice is able to see into the future. She was born with this power and has learned how to use it to See things she’s interested in, but she’s never fully understood it or where it came from. She and her family have determined that it’s a gift from either Akatosh or Azura but they’re not sure which one. Indeed, both have helped Alice at different points in her life, both through dreams and direct communion, so she pays homage to both. She’s certainly more comfortable accepting guidance from the Great Dragon than the Daedric Prince of Dusk and Dawn, but is willing to accept either in times of need.​

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For Alice to see anything more than a passing glimpse takes great concentration on her part and reaching far into the mists of the future requires the assistance of others. Even with proper discipline, the future is always changing so there’s no guarantee that what she sees is the absolute truth, or that she’ll understand it. It could be nonsense, it could be a convincing lie, it could be true but unhelpful or it could be the key to saving the world. It all depends on luck and the will of the gods.​

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Likes: Her family, magic, reading, meeting people, hunting in the forests outside the Imperial City, wandering the forest in the city's garden district, shade, sleep, warm blankets, being held, hugs, cloths, shopping for cloths, trying on new cloths, making cloths, fawning over cloths she doesn't have half the septims to buy but is sure she could make herself.​

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Dislkes: Unkind people, dishonest people, being alone, bullying, raddishes, the Thalmor, violence, direct sunlight, being told she's short, dirty jokes, books written by Alessia Ottus, being told it's time to leave whatever store she’s shopping at.​

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Relavent Backstory: Alice's father's covert worship of Talos was discovered by the Aldmeri Dominon three years before Ulfric's victory, as well as her mother's status as a former Blade. Thalmor agents chased her and her entire family out of their home in the Imperial City and burned it down. The fled to Bruma so some of her father's friends could take them to Skyrim, but they were betrayed and captured. Rather than die at the gallows, they all broke out and fought out of the city and into the Jerrall Mountains where more Thalmor agents awaited them. Alice's mother died defending her children, her father was incapacitated and she was separated from her little sister and two brothers as they either fought or fled. Alice suffered grievous wounds herself when she stayed and fought after her father told her to run. She was quickly overwhelmed by the Thalmor but her father killed all of her attackers in an attempt to save her. Afterwards, he begged her to run and this time, with her eyes spilling over with tears, she did so. She hobbled a few feet before succumbing to her wounds and passing out. She was rescued the next day, but her father was separated. She was brought back to the Imperial City and he came back to look for her but was captured during the search. After several days of planning with some new friends she had made, Alice broke Simus out and the two were reunited. After resting for a time, they headed north to Skyrim to join the Stormcloaks, find the rest of their family and rebuild their lives as best they could. Simus was given a field commission as a commander and sent to The Reach with a hundred man company to deal with the growing Forsworn problem, as well as assist other Stormcloak forces in the taking of Markarth. Alice was assigned under his command and both of them quickly established themselves as to of Ulfric's best soldiers. Alice quickly became an officer and gained a reputation as both a brilliant strategist and a cunning warrior while Simus became a general and was put in charge of every Stormcloak in Whiterun hold. They thought the death of General Tullius and the liberation of Skyrim would bring peace and Ulfric would be a fair and just king. They were wrong on both accounts.​

Simus was in the midst of organizing a rebellion against Ulfric in response for his shockingly harsh and ruthless rule of Skyrim but someone killed him before the rebellion could get underway. A power vacuum now exists in Skyrim and Simus is coordinating with the remaining Stormcloak generals to keep order as best they can. Alice has been dispatched to Falkreath to look into a group of unusually troublesome bandits. Her little sister Cilla, desperate for some adventures of her own and wanting to spend more time with Alice, has been given permission by their father to go with her. So long as she remembers that Alice is in charge and any orders she gives must be followed. ​

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I'll do a separate post for Cilla. ​

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[Simus]

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Name: Francilla Psyrakon (Goes by Cilla.)

Race: Imperial

Gender: Female

Age: 10

Alignment: Neutral Good

Class: Apprentice smith, aspiring mage, and loving daughter and sister

Weapons: Cilla has a long steel dagger her father made her but she's small enough to where she wields it as a shortsword. She's not very strong though so she doesn't like to get into assault if she can help it. Mostly she prefers to use ice and lightning spells along with wards to protect herself, constantly falling back to keep out of melee combat. She also has a natural talent for healing magic and it comes more easily to her than any other magic school.

Armor: She wears the standard College of Winterhold robe, boots and hood. She also has a pair of matching gloves for when she goes outside and all of her clothes have been lined with soft fur to keep her warm on cold Winterhold days. This set is from a year done at the College with her big sister Alice. Even though Alice no longer wears her College robes with any regularity Alice still wears hers with pride when she knows she's going into battle. She also has a second outfit she wears when travelling that includes a thin bodysuit made of white leather that provides protection comparable to leather armor but is about half as heavy. Over this she wears a pair of brown leather knee high boots, a matching pair of gloves and a blue dress similar to Mila's but with short sleeves and the skirt only goes about halfway down her thighs. This outfit is almost identical to the combat gear of her older sister Alice. Cilla also has a pair of white footy pajamas covered in blue raindrops as well as a solid baby pink pair.

Appearence: 4' 8", Brown shoulder length hair that she lets hang free. Usually keeps it behind her shoulders. Her face is like Mila's from the game but her figure is chubbier. She's not fat but is about ten pounds heavier than she should be for her height. Considering she was starving during an imprisonment with vampires her family is just fine with this. She has a pot belly that is very sensitive when tickled she giggles happily when someone does just that. She almost always wears a smile.

Likes: Magic, reading, playing outside, attention, tickle fights with her father or sister, being tucked in, her pj's, food, being held, hugs, cake, being like Alice, sitting in Alice's lap, cuddling with Alice in bed, reading a book with Alice, doing anything with Alice.

Dislikes: Heat, sunlight, cold, mean people, tomatoes, being told it's time for bed, things that make her sad.

Backstory: Cilla was born in Cyrodiil and lived in the Imperial City. She was homeschooled by her parents until she was 10 and then started attending classes at the Arcane University with her big sister and two brothers. She also helped her parents with their blacksmith shop sweeping, sorting merchandise and other minor tasks to help run things. In her free time she enjoyed reading, being read to by her father, helping her mother in the garden they tended, exploring the city and going onto trips into The Great Forest with her mother and sister.

Overall, Cilla was a very happy little girl who could have everything she wanted. However, that would change when the Thalmor discovered her father was a secret Talos Worshipper and her mother was a former Blade. The Thalmor ran them out of their home and chased them to Bruma where they were supposed to meet a contact to get them to Skyrim. However, they were betrayed by the local guards and were sentenced to be executed. Fortunately, her parents had a great many friends in the city and they were able to break out with their help. The Thalmor caught up to them in the Jerrall Mountains however and her parents fought to the death to allow her and her other siblings escape. She watched her mother die to Thalmor blades and magic and then watched as her sister Alice charged into the fray after their parents specifically told them not to. Alice was stabbed through the shoulder after giving the Thalmor a few clumsy strikes and Cilla screamed in terror at this. Her oldest brother Stephen picked her up and carried her from the fighting with all speed, separating from their other brother while in flight and leaving Alice and their father Simus to fend for themselves.

Over the next few weeks, Stephen and Cilla ran and hid from the Thalmor. Stephen was a powerful mage and taught his little sister a few basic spells to protect herself. They lived on the run for weeks until they were captured by vampires as slaves. Stephen was tortured by the creatures and they eventually turned him to expand their ranks. Stephen was horrified at the monster he had become and became so depressed he wished for death but Cilla still loved him and even though he wanted her blood, Stephen still loved her. He did everything he could to protect Cilla and keep her healthy, using the argument that she should be physically mature before his new masters fed on her in order to keep her alive. Meeting Cilla's basic needs became increasingly difficult however, an she soon became thin, weak and sickly.

Several months of this terror-stricken life passed and Cilla became steadily weaker until their father and sister finally found them, along with a ranger named Hale and several others. Both Cilla and Stephen were overjoyed to find their missing family members and were able to use their inside knowledge to help them bring down the vampire coven that had held them prisoner for so long. Tragically, Stephen died in the final assault against the local Vampire Lord but weakened him enough for his father Simus to finish the job. Cilla grieved for her brother's loss, but was relieve that he was free of his terrible affliction. Plus, she now had family and friend to share in her grief so that made things bearable.

Simus and Alice brought Cilla back to their home in Whiterun, practically smothering her with affection all the way and doing their best to help her cope with the thing she had experienced. They nursed her back to health and even got her fat after several months of unbroken love and care. This gave Cilla the needed strength to put her past to rest and now looks only to the future, with her father and sister at her side.

Considering they have to go away so often, Cilla often stays with Carlotta Valentia, the bread and produce merchant in Whiterun, and her daughter Mila. Cilla and Mila have become close friends because of this arrangement and like to think of each other as sisters since Cilla stays with them so often. Simus and Carlotta have also become close due to this arrangement and have become involved with each other. Their personalities and priorities compliment each other well and they provide complimentary parental figures that their daughters no longer have. Alice and her brother Titus are old enough to take care of themselves but Cilla still needs a mother and Mila needs a father. So far their children have been accepting, even eager about their relationship and the end of the Civil War and Simus' permanent post in Whiterun have only strengthened it. The two families have been able to move into House Grey-Mane, now longer needed since Vignar's appointment as Jarl and his family's move to Dragonsreach. Since then the Psyrakons and the Valantias have practically become one family and both of them feel whole for the first time in a very long time.

Cilla's always wanted to be a hero like her father and sister and with the mention of bandits causing trouble in Falkreath and Alice investigating it she desperately wanted to go. Simus felt that she was old enough to go, after discussing the matter with their stepmother of course. After extracting several promises from Cilla that she would stay with Alice and do whatever she says. She's the older sister and she is in charge. Cilla agreed to these terms and so far the trip from Whiterun has been fun.

 

[Simus]

I've just made some major formatting changes to both my characters, as well as added and changed a few things. Best to read them over again.

 

[WindWalker]

Name: Julius Pyrisius

Age: 18

Race: Imperial

Class: Soldier

Appearance: Not super tall, at 5'5", but fairly muscled, from the limited amount of training the Imperial legion gave him. Short, dark brown hair. Blue eyes, fairly unmarked by the war.

Weapons: An Imperial short sword, given to him shortly before the last battle of the war.

Armour: Standard Imperial legionairres light armour. Has gotten him into a LOT of trouble, since the Stormcloaks aren't really fond of Imperial symbols in Skyrim.

Personality: Timid. Will fight if has absolutely no other option, but he really prefers to run. Or hide. Or do anything except engage in activities where he might lose something important. Like his head.

Likes: Girls, even if he doesn't have the guts to talk to them. Peace. Feeling safe.

Dislikes: Chaos, being in pain, having to fight.

Backstory: Born in Cyrodiil, Julius was a peaceful person, not even remotely interested in joining the Imperial legion. His father, the only family he had, was a legion veteran, and was both embarrassed and furious that his son wanted to study, instead of fight. Julius' father sent him to Skyrim, where the war was waging between Stormcloaks and Imperial legion troops.

Despite his protests, he was pushed through rigorous physical training, and forced to learn how to properly wield his weapons. He never got a chance to use the sword he'd earned, as the very next day, the Stormcloaks won the war, and attacked the Imperial camp Julius and several other recruits had been training at. While his fellow legionnaires fought and died, Julius fled, with only the supplies he could scavenge, and his armour and sword. Now having evaded Stormcloak patrols, he makes his way to Falkreath.

 

[Aethalia]

Okay, waiting for one more CC, then I'll put the IC thread up.

 

[T. Rakinson]

Was i not invited because i "warped" the RP? sorry 'bout that.

 

[Stormmaiden]

Sorry to keep you guys waiting.

Name: Lythare Onixian

Race: Bosmer

Age: 66 (looks 19)

Class: Arcane Archer

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Allegiance: None

Appearance: 5'3", with long raven coloured hair, unusual among her kind. Lean, muscled, with not terribly large breasts, although she often has to suffer the advances of men, intrigued with her lithe figure and exotic, slightly slanted, green eyes. A small scar on the right corner of her mouth, given to her by a bandits blade, during a battle.

Armour: Leather bracers, shoulder guards, gambeson, and greaves. The armour is light, allowing easy movement, although it offers little defence against heavy weapons and projectiles, like crossbows or spears, but Lythare is often moving fast enough, or hidden in the trees and takes them down long before they can get to her. Hooded, forest green cloak.

Magic: Although not particularly skilled with destruction, illusion, or healing magics, she is able to influence nature around her.

Weapons: An elven bow, elven arrows, and a pair of elven daggers, sheathed in the small of her back.

Misc.: Lythare has a great fear of boats, and flames, although, strangely, she is perfectly comfortable underground. She also has a falcon named Aethos, which she has a strong relationship with, and often uses to distract her enemies.

Personality: Often distant and withdrawn, although she can be kind at times. Doesn't particularly like humans, seeing them as rash, short lived, and irrational.

History: I'd rather keep it to myself, and reveal it throughout the RP.

 

[Aethalia]

Okay, I'll get the IC up now then. And then, we can discuss plot.

 

[Aethalia]

http://skyrimforum.com/threads/what-lurks-in-the-dark-v-2.34572/

 

[TheArgonianDrell]

Well, my intro is up. Added a little more to it Aethalia, so you might want to look it over again.

 

[Simus]

Is Thesius going to post or is he busy killing a Minotaur?

 

[Thesius]

Two Minotaurs

Seriously though, I'll try to get an intro up by around noon. Maybe earlier, maybe later.But it will be today. Sometime.

 

[willowwisp]

Hey, Aethalia? Windwalker and I have been going over ways to have our characters meet. I'm going to write the same intro as last time, with prossibly a little more detail. And perhaps Black, and Storm could meet up with us?

 

[Aethalia]

That's fine, Willow. Next time you need to get my attention, though, just tag me. For some reason, my alerts have decided they don't like me. Anyways, off to shower and work. Bye!

 

[Thesius]

Okay, later than I would have liked, but it's up.

 

[Aethalia]

So it's just : Blackwhite1223, WindWalker, Drahkma, and Madrar that still need to post their intros, right?

 

[Drahkma]

I think so. I just got back from work a couple of hours ago, so I'm just gonna go to sleep now, and post later. Look for a post around noon. Or later. Most likely later.