Back in a bit.

Jerric's done.

Limit of Ten Pictures to a post, so I'll start using this or another one....or should I just post them in Wobbly Gallery?

I'd say it's probably best to put them in the Wobbly Gallery; it'll be much easier for everyone to find them there.

Great minds think alike sir!

Already taken care of.

I will never look at that pic or lycus the same way again. Thanks . . .

Then my work here is done! Awaaaaay!!

*Rides off into the sunset*

I had to get that post in quick before Darnand's question was buried.

Not meaning to exclude the new girl at all Colonel.

Don't worry, I forgive you.

This time...

Dammit, DE! I know you got my message! Where's the profile?

Do I need to get Batman in here and yell unintelligibly at you?!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w2yv8aT0UFc

TEHMEEWHEHTHEYAHHH!! x8

You know, I can't help but notice that there seems to be a dungeon dive forming. And everyone know every good D&D party needs a bard

I did, but I can't post a profile yet because I am on my cell.

I misread that for a moment as 'because I am in my cell' and was like 'holy crap, DE's in jail?!

Hehe, im not in jail. That was four years ago.

Ooooh. My bad!

Jail you say? Well, look at that: An Exit!

*RUNS*

I'm afraid I have to leave in order to hurl myself out of a cable car with an elastic band tied around my ankles as my only protection against the grisly fate of becoming a big splatter on a rock. Provided I don't die, I'll be back in a few hours.

Have fun mate.

If you don't show up tomorrow, I'll take good care of your character

What a great vid!

Eyja arches one eyebrow twice at Salyan. "You look like you could use one of my special massages."

Hahaha!

Stefan appears out of nowhere. "Need a hand? You ladies look filthy, you should bathe together to save water..."

Khan appears-"I'm married. Probably the best decision of my li-GODS I CAN'T TAKE IT! " -Runs off to the Waterfront District brothels.

Maxical races in to rescue Salyan. "Oh you poor dear, you! Here, let me cuddle you with my soft warm fur..."

*purr, purr*

OOC: SPEW !!! Stefan trying to pick up women by telling them they are filthy! What is he, using Janus Hassildor's techniques for handling women? ROFL !!!

This was in character?

More or less, our characters like to play when another character's master is away, lol.

Haha! He's not always remembering that that line only works for "morally filthy" women, lol

She'll have to show them her unique magick.

Yeesh, and Salyan thought that the place she came from was crazy...


If she gets called up to the stage (and she's almost certainly going up to perform there) she's going to use some to help it along by calling up images and so forth. It'll be the first music video on Nirn.




Thanks for the good bungy wishes by the way, everyone. I'm off in ten minutes. If this is my last post, then you're all wonderful people and I love each and every one of you.

http://youtu.be/NzRip9HGfrk?t=2m46s

http://youtu.be/tOUksDJCijw?t=51m

First link only a few seconds, the second one watch for about 30 seconds to a minute.

Second link is also the full movie.

I DON'T KNOW HOW THIS REPEAT POST HAPPENED OR HOW IT WORKED OH MY GOD HOLY CRAP THIS IS TERRIFYING!!

"Say hello to the answer to all of your fantasies, boys and girls! But mostly the girls, haw-haw-haw!"
-Ylenno


Full Name: Ylenno Sasalonia
Nicknames/Aliases: The Florentine Bleeder, Crowsgrin Runt
Sex: Male
Religion: Believes in he, himself and his. He survived his childhood (see below)and his adolescent years completely bereft from any guidance whatsover, divine or unholy.

Race: Bosmeri
Age: 26
Day of Birth: 12th of Evening Star, 3E 406
Birthsign: The Thief

Birthplace: A little village called Meriadoc south of Silvenar.
Occupation: Former smuggler and thug. Currently a sellsword.

Major Skills: Axe, Medium, Mercantile, Block, Athletics, Unarmed
Minor Skills: Alteration, Blade, Sneak

Gear:
He normally wears a padded leather jerkin and the additional protection here and there during his 'civillian' time, but he wears the complete set when out adventuring or just moving from place to place. The set consists of a cheap iron chain-mail shirt underneath the jerkin, and some hardy boots to reinforce his footing against the ground. He keeps a tattered grey scar around his face to conceal his identity and for protection against weather.

He has the heirloom of the clan Sasalonia; a golden necklace from which an ivory dove, outstretching its wings and revealing a flawless sapphire gem embedded in its chest, hangs. Around the perimeter of the large sapphire are chips of small emerald, surrounding it in a circle. This is the most valuable thing in his possession. Not even the Axe can compare itself in pure sentimental value. To deter thieves, he onced paid an exorbitant amount to enchant it; a curse to the wearer of those who do not have the Sasalonian blood.

Weapons:
The Swan's Bite, an heirloom of the clan Sasalonia. It is quite the sight: the whole haft is made of durable ivory steel, etched with intricate designs of leaves and fruits, and it shines with a glow. The axblade begins below the beak of an outstretched swan at the end of the haft, and many nicks scars its smooth edge. In any case he is disarmed, he will resort to a backup bowie knife. For defense, he uses a worn buckler made of yew.

Family: Father, Unknown. Deceased.
Mother, Unknown, Deceased.
Sister. Deceased.

Appearance: He stands several inches taller than the average Bosmer, standing at 6'3, and keeps his sun-dryed body in shape. Not quite muscular or wiry than your average 'grim-faced, battle-weary bearded warrior of the grim, grim North', but he has enough muscle in him to at least end an arm-wrestling match with a Nord quite gracefully. That, and he has enough power in those muscles to use his axe with the quiet flair of someone nearing complete mastery. And for a member of a race that excels in the arts of the bow, that says quite a lot. But as he considers himself a classic roguish scoundrel rather than a full-pledged warrior, so too did he inherit their debonair maintenance for their beauty.

The one thing he never, EVER, go lax upon is his hair. The white-gold mane is shaved completely bald on the left side of his head and tattooed with tribal markings. The rest on the right defies gravity and hangs suspended (OOC: the Punk'd hair in FO). He uses a special ointment, plus a little bit of Alteration magick, to keep it shiny and erect as it is, until he washes off the ointment and dispels the magick on it. He keeps his eyebrows razor thin and its imperious arch gives his volpine face a rather mischievous feel.

He has roughneck green eyes that antes up his level of crooked charm, and his caesarian nose speaks of several bone resets, whether to give it a roguish feel or just to fix it after a brawl. His moist, red lips quirks in a smirk real easy, and is never far from a sneering smile. To top it all off, he pierces his left ear with six earrings descending from top to bottom.

(A true rogue if you ever saw one.)

Personality:

Things that happened to him in his life has left him quite ... at any form of authority, to put it mildly. He has an extreme disdain on those who put restrictions on people, just because they have high ranks or coin. Those who abuse their powers over others need to be wary around him.

He values no lords or masters, just himself and his axe. Born in the streets, he has what you may call 'gutter-wisdom'. It has served him quite well in sojourns. He's quick to point out anything he perceives as wrong, and will not hesitate to call out others on their actions. It borders on hypocrisy though, as he himself is no saint and in no position to judge others, and he is well aware of that fact. He is also a believer in the survival of the fittest; the streets of Bravil are unforgiving on those who are weak. Lone wolves that think themselves superior to the pack are laughed at before being devoured. And although he raised himself in this hard way, it never tarnished his lighthearted, and at times childlike whimsical, personality. Yes, he believes in strength. But he is not addicted to it. What he truly believes in is companionship, loyalty, and devotion.

Because of that, he takes serious things light, and is amused by those who set themselves in a deadly grim manner. Life, for him, is a one-time only drug. Better enjoy the high while it lasts. Even the lows too need to be cherished, for it makes the experience all the more sweeter.


History:

Ylenno himself doesn't remember much about his past. The furthest reach his memory can give him are a clouded bits and pieces of a quaint little village, burning to mere cinders. Tall, golden monsters wearing the faces of imperious elves butchering people he didn't even know. The rest of his memory can give him are those of his days in the orphanage at Bravil. The place was good enough, he guessed. If the caretakers there weren't skooma addicts that beat them regularly when they couldn't get their precious poison.

Worse yet, they took some of the older orphans to their bed.

The thing that gave the children strength to endure was each other. Their days were fraught with misery, yes, but they cheered each other up and remained bright throughout. Ylenno was the youngest amongst the orphans, but he was the most brave and resistant, and for this, he was also the most physically abused. He would stand up to the bullies, speak what he thought bluntly, and was generally the budding hero that the other kids looked up to. It was during this time of rebellion that he became best friends with another Bosmeri, a girl by the name of Caelefensil.

They were both opposites in terms of personality, but between them there was an undeniable bond of compaionship. During their days in the orphanage, Ylenno was the bull-headed aggressor, while Caelefensil acted as his voice of reason and calmness. Where Ylenno in his childishness brought trouble, Caelefensil solved it with a maturity beyond her elven years. With the duo around the orphanage, things lightened up considerably. No more did the children fear their abusive caretakers; one by one, they stood up, and brought up the inner hatred they have kept burning inside.

But their glorious retaliation was but one brief moment of ecstasy and release; the caretakers brutally brought the children back in line, and they seperated the duo apart so such an event wouldn't happen again, for they know that one is nothing without the other. They did this in the most apprehensible way possible.

They sold Ylenno to the then-fledgeling Orum Gang in Cheydinhal, while keeping Caelefensil in Bravil for vile reasons. The two elves fought as one when the day came for them to be kept apart, but they were subdued, so they made a promise to each other that no matter what, they will meet again. To seal that promise, Ylenno gave Caelefensil his most valued treasure; his necklace of a swan that he always had. Caelefensil gave hers; a key made in ivory and sapphires. They swore their oath, and they were ripped away from each other.

Ylenno's life in the Orum was much more brutal than he could have ever imagined. They kept him caged in a small room devoid of anything, save for the basic furnitures, and fed him like an unworthy beast. In addition to this, the Orcs in the Gang used his natural tendency for violence to its maximum effect; they trained him as an underground pit-fighter. Ylenno at first resisted as he always did, but the Orcs' beating were harsher and they didn't pull their blows. Out of fear, and overwhelming despair and loneliness, Ylenno gave in. He defeated his first opponent, a hulking Nord, at the age of thirteen with nary a scratch.

For this tumultous victory, he was titled the 'Crowsgrin Runt' for his size and the broken smile he sports. For several more years he fought more and more, until he became renowned in the underworld. When he turned 18, Ylenno was made a member of the Orum Gang's smuggling operation, acting as a bodyguard and footsoldier against the law and other rival gangs. His name became a headline in the Courier when he participated in the Florentine Wars, a major conflict between the gangs of Cheydinhal to gain the alliance of the Cammona Tong. At the head of the Orum Gang was Ylenno, and he cut a swathe through the ranks of other gangs swiftly and bloodily, where he was titled the 'Florentine Bleeder' as a result.

The War ended with the Orum's as the obvious victors, but since they were the last men standing, the Watch could now solely focus on them. The Orums withdrew from the public view, and they maintained silence. Ylenno took this as a chance and he managed to escape, away from Cheydinhal and the life he lived there.

He headed back to Bravil, hoping to fulfill a promse that he made all those to Caelefensil years ago.

When he arrived, he found that Caelefensil was dead. The other orphans, now grown adolescents themselves, told him that she died by a disease; a result from her work as a courtesan. They gave him her last wish; his necklace, well-taken care of after all of these years, a map pointing to a small hamlet south of the Bosmeri city of Silvenar, and her last testament before she succumbed to death. Ylenno took this, and in his grief, he stayed in Bravil a while longer, savoring the familiar sights he used to enjoy with his best companion. His experiences from his former occupation served him well in the time he spent in Bravil, making a name for himself as a thug that could get 'jobs' done. When he finally mustered the courage to make sense of Caelefensil's last gifts, he did so with a bang.

He tracked down the caretakers that forced Caelefensil to her untimely death, and mercilessly executed street-justice upon them, one by one.

When he found the place that marked the spot in the map, it was nothing but a clearing with several patches of ground bare and lifeless. It was an alien sight to him, but his oul ached with an oversurge of dreadful familiarity. The trees here sang for him mournfully. The wind appeased him with the scent of what once was and what could have been. The ground cries for the tragedy that doesn't reveal itself to him. Even the sun dimmed to a grieving gray in this place of alien twilight.

And when he scooped up a handful of soil, and devoured its homely scent.... His surroundings spoke to him, and he was brought to his knees by the sudden rush of truth.

This place..... was his birthplace.

Images of strangers.... His family.

A blurred concept of safety and peace and warmth.... His home.

Golden monsters with faces of elves marching in blindling light.... the destruction of his family and his memory. The intimacies of the soil grasped in his hand spoke to him that all of this should be familiar, and that he should REMEMBER.....

But he can't.

The scent of the soil spoke again, and this time, it told him of Caelefensil. A vision of her as a young bosmeri girl, skinny, hair matted to her head, eyes underneath star-shining. Looking at him. Holding his hand.

Saying the words 'Brother' to him. Before disappearing.

The realization that Caelefensil was his sister brought Ylenno to his knees. He was possibly the only one left in his bloodline, but he didn't wept for this place or its memories. He wept for Caelefensil, but not in sorrow, but in happiness. At least he was blessed to spend his childhood with her. That's when he realized he still had a mystery to solve, and poked around the site and eventually uncovered an old, old chest. He used the key given to him by his sister, and the contents therein were the last heirlooms of a destroyed family. An immaculate axe, and a leather-covered grimoire containing the history of his family; the Sasalonians.

He thanked his sister for giving him his identity back, and resolved to honor her memory by moving on with his life.

Boy, you'll be fine.

-crosses fingers-

We love you!

Oh god. Ohgodohgodohgodno...

Was that your manhood exploding from the sheer lust of seeing Ylenno or your last words as you fall to your death?

Anyways, have fun skydiving! :thumbsup:

My son gave me a dirty look as I laughed at that XD

So when can I low-kick you again, Kayla m'dear?

Ha! Whenever :]

Mind if she recognizes him?

SURE! That'll make it all the more easier!

Ylenno'll be like "doobidoobidoo, just minding my own business here, being a good elf and certainly not the rogue everybody's annoyed with- IN THE NAME OF KINKY AETHERIUS! IS THAT KAYLA OF THE NORTH?! THE WOMAN WITH THE SEXAY AKSENT?! I MUST ENGAGE HER IN CONVERSATION AT ONCE!"

*breakdances his way to Kayla, suddenly smells the bug-musk on 'Draken'*

"*Sniffs sniffs, then with a seriously husky voice to *Draken** Hey boi, noice glutes. You remind of me of Monk-Boy, for some reason. Wanna see how a Cavefish Shanker shanks?"

lol!

-chokes on piece of cake she was eating-

!!!!

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-----------------------------




Yeah, couldn't get the whole History on there, so I just put the part that blew my freaking mind!

Actually, lycus is tye one with the sexy glutes.

BLACK HAND! FROM HERE ON, I AM YOUR ADORING FAN! BY AZURA BY AZURA BY AZURA, THAT IS AWEEEESSSSSOOOOOOMMMEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!! IT EVEN LOOKS LIKE A WANTED POSTER! YLENNO'D LIKE THAT!

Thanks, bro! You're banana-pancakes-strawberry-whipcream-chocolate-smoothie AWESOME!

@DE: That's OK! Ylenno still wouldn't mind shanking Monk-Boy up! TROLOLOL

Put the enthusiasm down son!

That was the best Character sheet,...EVAR!

I read a story, and the story was writ in blood...so I wrote it in a shade of rouge..lol.

OK, bungy has been postponed to tomorrow due to weather, so I'm back in the RP.

Uleni, it's a sort of mix of joy and complete terror at his return. Terrorjoy. Probably what I'm going to be experiencing tomorrow as well. Your posts also improved my day a great deal

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT !!!!! Ylenno !!!!!!!!!


Heeeeeeeee's BACK, girls !!!!!!!! WOO HOO !!!!!!!!!!!

I know! -fans self-

I'm gonna get working on Aelena's profile. I'm exciteeeed.

Aelena Hawking

Race: Redguard

Age: 23

Appearance: Tall and slender with full lips and light blue eyes, wears her hair in long, multicolored braids. High cheekbones and a wide, white smile. Wears mages robes, it doesn't matter the color, all that matters is the enchantment.

Personality: Genuine, sweet, slow to anger, but when she angers, she fizzles out very quickly. Quiet, listens to those around her and doesn't speak usually until spoken to.

History: Aelena was raised by her older sister Ionna in the Imperial City after her parents were brutally murdered and her younger brother, Taylin, was kidnapped. She hasn't seen her brother, who was four years younger than her, since he was kidnapped.

When she reached of age, she enrolled in the Arcane University where she excelled at Illusion, Mysticism, and Alteration. While in the University, she met a student that changed her life and inspired her to try to better the world. She began collaborating with other students secretly to try to find a way to heal and restore hearing and vision impairment via magick.



Skills and Abilities: Skin-hardening spells, Night-Eye, Life-Detect (general spell, does not differentiate between undead and living) Trying to master Paralyzation but can only make her target feel sluggish and heavy.


Instead of using Destruction to defend herself, she uses her defensive magicks in offensive ways. She prefers to apply her magick in different ways, experimenting with different effects on her subjects. Her preferred method of attack is making her attacker(s) believe she set herself on fire or projecting her image onto an enemy and having another enemy attack them.

Will be finishing the rest later.

Whatever Salyan plays, I hope it isn't Ragnar the Red.

That, or the Maiden and the Bear. We all know how Dra- *AHEM* VAULTREN reacted, don't we, Colonel? *nudge nudge, wink wink*

Oh you mean that rp where Draken trapped everyone in that cave so rhey can die?