This is for all of those that have decided what character they are going to have set foot in the new Elderscrolls: Oblivion game first. Tell us all about him/her. Don't bother about what skills and such. Give a background, give us his/her name, age, sex, race, background and if you have enough room, let us in on what the first thing will be on your list of things to do when you get out of that god forsaken dungeon!
My character that I plan on using the most and therefore the one that will probably set foot in Oblivion itself first will be Xander.
Name: Xander Moorcroft.
Age: 32
Sex: Male
Race: Imperial
Hair/Eyes: Brown/Brown
Class: (Custom-Battle Mage)
In reading my story on the Fanfic section you will find out the details of how he makes his transition to the Oblivion game but he basically stops an evil man from killing most of life on Morrowind by opening a gate to Oblivion. Xander tries to stops him but he is cast into the realm of Oblivion himself. Before the gate closes he recites a spell that causes both men to trade bodies, trapping the evil one in Xander's body and also in Oblivion (I know that this spell is not possible in Elder Scrolls) He is procecuted as the evil man, known in my story as Taillus and is sent to prison in Cyrodil.
For all of those interested, send some backgrounds of your character, for those who are not into role playing then just pass this one by.
Full Version: Describe The Very First Character.......
To tell the truth, its whatever I am in the mood for 
*looks in morrowind directory and sees folders.. "Saves" "Saves1archer" "saves2mage"*
I get around to every type of character. And then one day BAM windows crashes and eats up every file, not allowing me to get games.
I remember one time when I had a level 50 character wearing full daedric, no cheating. It was on my backup hardrive so windows couldnt kill it....Backup hardrive died. Partition ate itself. And my characters were gone for good.
*looks in morrowind directory and sees folders.. "Saves" "Saves1archer" "saves2mage"*
I get around to every type of character. And then one day BAM windows crashes and eats up every file, not allowing me to get games.
I remember one time when I had a level 50 character wearing full daedric, no cheating. It was on my backup hardrive so windows couldnt kill it....Backup hardrive died. Partition ate itself. And my characters were gone for good.
Ok, let's see. I'll just come back with my Morrowind guy, yeah.
So, here we go.
Name: Luper Alkad (Oasis for friends)
Age: 25(same as in Morrowind)
Gender: male
Race: Seemingly Redguard
Hair/Eyes: Black/so brown it might as well be black
Class: Oasis (Redguard with a mixture of swordfighting, Alteration, Destruction and a bit of security.)
History: Umm, this one will be though. Ok, after whacking the big bad dude he lives happily ever after for a while, but some evil mage hits him with a youth spell. So he turns back to the age he had at the start of Morrowind, including the weak body. This also takes away any Nerevarine immortality he might have received. His skills drop like a brick cause he has to get used to his younger self. This frustrates him and he goes to wack some Dunmer who called him an N'Wah in front of the guards. So he gets send to a jail in Cyrodill with a big headache. Once out of jail, time for payback. But first he's going to visit the local pub (and probably get kicked out)
So, here we go.
Name: Luper Alkad (Oasis for friends)
Age: 25(same as in Morrowind)
Gender: male
Race: Seemingly Redguard
Hair/Eyes: Black/so brown it might as well be black
Class: Oasis (Redguard with a mixture of swordfighting, Alteration, Destruction and a bit of security.)
History: Umm, this one will be though. Ok, after whacking the big bad dude he lives happily ever after for a while, but some evil mage hits him with a youth spell. So he turns back to the age he had at the start of Morrowind, including the weak body. This also takes away any Nerevarine immortality he might have received. His skills drop like a brick cause he has to get used to his younger self. This frustrates him and he goes to wack some Dunmer who called him an N'Wah in front of the guards. So he gets send to a jail in Cyrodill with a big headache. Once out of jail, time for payback. But first he's going to visit the local pub (and probably get kicked out)
Name: Saul
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Imperial
Hair/Eyes: Longish Hair / Brown Eyes
Class: Ranger (Combat - Speed and Strength - Bow, Blades, Hand to Hand, Athletics, Alchemy, Heavy and Light Armour)
History: Exiled from a woodland cult. Soon after his arrest, the cult are slaughtered by territorial Argonians defending the Black Marsh border. So, he's now pretty much alone and wants to let out some anger. Preferably on someone's shins.
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Imperial
Hair/Eyes: Longish Hair / Brown Eyes
Class: Ranger (Combat - Speed and Strength - Bow, Blades, Hand to Hand, Athletics, Alchemy, Heavy and Light Armour)
History: Exiled from a woodland cult. Soon after his arrest, the cult are slaughtered by territorial Argonians defending the Black Marsh border. So, he's now pretty much alone and wants to let out some anger. Preferably on someone's shins.
Name: Etanor Undereye
Age: 26
Sex: Male
Race: Dark Elf
Hair/Eyes: Black/ Red
Class: Ranger- specialised in Long Blade and Marksmanship
Etanor was trained in the skills of a ranger from childhood by the Undereye clan. One day hunting he thought he saw a prize kill and on releasing an arrow from his bow the target soon fell.
Etanor was soon to discover that it wasn't a prize buck he had killled but an official from Ebonheart who was on his way to deliver a coded letter to Balmora.
The offcials guards came running and at the sight of Etonor they seized him. He was charged for the" planned assination" of the Ebonheart official and was given life imprisonment in the town of cyrodil.
On escaping the dungeon he realises he needs money and reputation to survive in this new city. And his skills are the way to get them, he thinks about the famous arena located in this new land, and also of the dark guilds that inhabit the land. He looks up to the sky and makes his way to the arena.
Age: 26
Sex: Male
Race: Dark Elf
Hair/Eyes: Black/ Red
Class: Ranger- specialised in Long Blade and Marksmanship
Etanor was trained in the skills of a ranger from childhood by the Undereye clan. One day hunting he thought he saw a prize kill and on releasing an arrow from his bow the target soon fell.
Etanor was soon to discover that it wasn't a prize buck he had killled but an official from Ebonheart who was on his way to deliver a coded letter to Balmora.
The offcials guards came running and at the sight of Etonor they seized him. He was charged for the" planned assination" of the Ebonheart official and was given life imprisonment in the town of cyrodil.
On escaping the dungeon he realises he needs money and reputation to survive in this new city. And his skills are the way to get them, he thinks about the famous arena located in this new land, and also of the dark guilds that inhabit the land. He looks up to the sky and makes his way to the arena.
im not much of a role player but ill try
Name: LinkBOX (isnt it lovely?)
Age: i dunno, young enough to be awesome, old enough to be wise
Gender: Male
Race: Orc (For da Horde!!!!)
Hair: long and orkish
Eyes: i dunno, evil?
Class: Mean, lean otherwordly beasts summoning mahine! (Heavy armor, Axes, Blades, Conjuraction, Destruction, blocking, something that apeals to me at the moment)
History: ..... i tryed i got nothing, hell be an orc who can summon stuff to do his bidings and hold his own ground while launching spells... that sums it up
Name: LinkBOX (isnt it lovely?)
Age: i dunno, young enough to be awesome, old enough to be wise
Gender: Male
Race: Orc (For da Horde!!!!)
Hair: long and orkish
Eyes: i dunno, evil?
Class: Mean, lean otherwordly beasts summoning mahine! (Heavy armor, Axes, Blades, Conjuraction, Destruction, blocking, something that apeals to me at the moment)
History: ..... i tryed i got nothing, hell be an orc who can summon stuff to do his bidings and hold his own ground while launching spells... that sums it up
I'm not completely decided between these two as my first...
There existed a group of vampire hunters on a plane unknown on Nirn. The group had no official name, but they were sometimes called "Clan Deathbane", after a title that had been awarded to three of its members. After the group's leader, a monk-turned-priest named Jerem Deathbane, was slain by Ash, a particularly powerful vampire-mage they were hunting, the surviving members vowed revenge against the vampire at all costs. They pursued their prey across that world. With nowhere left to run, and realizing he could not defeat all of them, Ash travelled across the planes to escape. It took several months, but the hunters were able to track Ash's destination to Cyrodiil on Nirn. They opened a gate and went through.
Ash had lain a trap for them. Immediately on arriving on Nirn, they were cursed with weakness and sluggishness. In addition, they were unable to use the form of magic that existed on this plane. The priests and mages of Nirn could not remove this curse, having no knowledge of their physiology, nor of Ash's form of magic. They would have to regain their power the hard way.
With no trace of Ash, and not having the power to face him even if they did find him, the group decided they should seperate and blend in until the time was right...
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Name: Markalus Aldred
Age: 27
Sex: Male
Race: Appears to be Breton
Hair/Eyes: Light Brown / Blue
Class: Wizard (Might something like Athletics instead of Alchemy or Conjuration)
Markalus could feel the magic of Nirn, but he could not yet manipulate it. He joined the Mages' Guild to train in it's use, and to search for records of other visitors from other planes. He found none. Could the Deathbanes possibly be the first to travel to Nirn? His homeworld had more than its fair share of extraplanar mages as visitors, but most of the people here scoffed at the notion. He would have to begin experimenting with travel magic.
Markalus's first attempt at a teleportation landed him in the bedchambers of a wealthy Duke's daughter.
He was quickly dragged to the local prison compound and tossed into the nearest cell...
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Name: Marakas Alderus
Age: 29
Sex: Male
Race: Appears to be Imperial
Hair/Eyes: Dark Brown / Blue
Class: (Custom - Paladin-like)
Marakas went straight to the Fighters' Guild and began training with a ferocity that frightened his masters. He would neither regain his strength, avenge his father and his fallen leader, nor return to his homeworld by taking it slow. He scowled at his comrades' plans. Study! Prayer! Searching! Marakas would grow in power until his prey learned of him, and draw Ash to HIM. It had worked before, it would work again.
When the time was right, he joined the Arena. This was the most direct way to draw someone's attention, after all. But after nearly a year, he still hadn't found any trace that Ash was paying attention to him. Enraged at the futility of it all, Marakas went berserk and nearly killed his opponent in what was supposed to be a warm-up match.
The Arena masters decided to toss him jail for a few days to cool him off...
There existed a group of vampire hunters on a plane unknown on Nirn. The group had no official name, but they were sometimes called "Clan Deathbane", after a title that had been awarded to three of its members. After the group's leader, a monk-turned-priest named Jerem Deathbane, was slain by Ash, a particularly powerful vampire-mage they were hunting, the surviving members vowed revenge against the vampire at all costs. They pursued their prey across that world. With nowhere left to run, and realizing he could not defeat all of them, Ash travelled across the planes to escape. It took several months, but the hunters were able to track Ash's destination to Cyrodiil on Nirn. They opened a gate and went through.
Ash had lain a trap for them. Immediately on arriving on Nirn, they were cursed with weakness and sluggishness. In addition, they were unable to use the form of magic that existed on this plane. The priests and mages of Nirn could not remove this curse, having no knowledge of their physiology, nor of Ash's form of magic. They would have to regain their power the hard way.
With no trace of Ash, and not having the power to face him even if they did find him, the group decided they should seperate and blend in until the time was right...
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Name: Markalus Aldred
Age: 27
Sex: Male
Race: Appears to be Breton
Hair/Eyes: Light Brown / Blue
Class: Wizard (Might something like Athletics instead of Alchemy or Conjuration)
Markalus could feel the magic of Nirn, but he could not yet manipulate it. He joined the Mages' Guild to train in it's use, and to search for records of other visitors from other planes. He found none. Could the Deathbanes possibly be the first to travel to Nirn? His homeworld had more than its fair share of extraplanar mages as visitors, but most of the people here scoffed at the notion. He would have to begin experimenting with travel magic.
Markalus's first attempt at a teleportation landed him in the bedchambers of a wealthy Duke's daughter.
He was quickly dragged to the local prison compound and tossed into the nearest cell...-----
Name: Marakas Alderus
Age: 29
Sex: Male
Race: Appears to be Imperial
Hair/Eyes: Dark Brown / Blue
Class: (Custom - Paladin-like)
Marakas went straight to the Fighters' Guild and began training with a ferocity that frightened his masters. He would neither regain his strength, avenge his father and his fallen leader, nor return to his homeworld by taking it slow. He scowled at his comrades' plans. Study! Prayer! Searching! Marakas would grow in power until his prey learned of him, and draw Ash to HIM. It had worked before, it would work again.
When the time was right, he joined the Arena. This was the most direct way to draw someone's attention, after all. But after nearly a year, he still hadn't found any trace that Ash was paying attention to him. Enraged at the futility of it all, Marakas went berserk and nearly killed his opponent in what was supposed to be a warm-up match.
The Arena masters decided to toss him jail for a few days to cool him off...
Name: Sirin
Age: 26
Sex: Male
Race: Redguard
Hair: Long black
Eyes: Green
Class: Nomad (custom- blade, unarmored, acrobatics, security, sneak, marksman, athletics)
Sirin is a sinner, simply put. Drinker, murderer, thief, you name it, he was notorious for it. On a seemingly routine assassination, he is set up by those he considered friends and imprisoned with little hope of release. When he does manage a risky escape, he finds himself in a unknown continent, Cyrodiil. While training to regain his skills, he forsakes his old ways. Killing is not foreign or outlawed to him, for it is necessary. But never for the wrong reasons. He is a self-imposed judge, defender of the weak and bane to the crooked and evil.
Age: 26
Sex: Male
Race: Redguard
Hair: Long black
Eyes: Green
Class: Nomad (custom- blade, unarmored, acrobatics, security, sneak, marksman, athletics)
Sirin is a sinner, simply put. Drinker, murderer, thief, you name it, he was notorious for it. On a seemingly routine assassination, he is set up by those he considered friends and imprisoned with little hope of release. When he does manage a risky escape, he finds himself in a unknown continent, Cyrodiil. While training to regain his skills, he forsakes his old ways. Killing is not foreign or outlawed to him, for it is necessary. But never for the wrong reasons. He is a self-imposed judge, defender of the weak and bane to the crooked and evil.
Good stuff people love the characters so far.
There are some questions I want answered before I decide on my 3 characters final skills. ( I will have one warrior, one mage, and one thief).
So for my first character I will make a guy just to test out certain skills and answer my questions.
The class name will be: "Crash Test Dummy"
Character name: "Jiub"
So for my first character I will make a guy just to test out certain skills and answer my questions.
The class name will be: "Crash Test Dummy"
Character name: "Jiub"
Name : Tyr
Age : Fought under the command of his father Ysgramor in the "Five Hundred Companions" Army.
Sex : Male
Race : Nord
Eyes : Blue
Class : Custom (Gladiator/Thief)
Tyr was impaled by an elven spear, as he was on his deathbed his loved ones stood around him to be there when he would breathe his final breath. But Tyr made it through the night , and the next , and within 2 days he had recoverd almost completely without even a scar on his chest. As a result he was out-cast because people thought he was a demon. Tyr believed this for a while until many years later when he met an old priest who told him of a story about an immortal race that disspeared many ages ago. Tyr was the result of breeding between this race and the ancestors of the nords many many years ago, the so called "Blood of Champions" skips 77 generations before reapearing in a single son or daughter. After roaming around Tamriel for many years Tyr lost the will to live, he was one of the first prisoners in the then "New" imperial prison of cyrodill. After so many years he was simply forgotten by everyone. (thats why the blades in the video say "hey this cell was supposed to be empty") Then one day the emperor enters his cell and Tyr feels like getting out of his cell and bashing people, which he showed a talent for as a young boy. Beware of Tyr he can die, he just refuses to stay dead, the world is a huge playground to him and mortals are his toys.
Age : Fought under the command of his father Ysgramor in the "Five Hundred Companions" Army.
Sex : Male
Race : Nord
Eyes : Blue
Class : Custom (Gladiator/Thief)
Tyr was impaled by an elven spear, as he was on his deathbed his loved ones stood around him to be there when he would breathe his final breath. But Tyr made it through the night , and the next , and within 2 days he had recoverd almost completely without even a scar on his chest. As a result he was out-cast because people thought he was a demon. Tyr believed this for a while until many years later when he met an old priest who told him of a story about an immortal race that disspeared many ages ago. Tyr was the result of breeding between this race and the ancestors of the nords many many years ago, the so called "Blood of Champions" skips 77 generations before reapearing in a single son or daughter. After roaming around Tamriel for many years Tyr lost the will to live, he was one of the first prisoners in the then "New" imperial prison of cyrodill. After so many years he was simply forgotten by everyone. (thats why the blades in the video say "hey this cell was supposed to be empty") Then one day the emperor enters his cell and Tyr feels like getting out of his cell and bashing people, which he showed a talent for as a young boy. Beware of Tyr he can die, he just refuses to stay dead, the world is a huge playground to him and mortals are his toys.
Name: Marcel
Age: 17
Sex: Male
Eyes: brown
Hair: black cornrows dawg
Class: gangsta
My first charcter will be a custom class archer
When Marcel was young and living in the getto (Hammerfall) he left his family to join a gang at then age of 15. While doing a drug trade the fuzz caught him and sentanced him 10 years for possession of drugs and intent to sell. They just made it ten years because they be bringin down the bruthers. They decided to send me to the new prison in Cyodrill for the "agressive" type prisoners. Little too my suprise, everyone there was a Redguard (another case of bringing down the brutha). Then the king came and sent me free because im some profit or something. When I get out i robb a bookstore and two bars, and kill two guars with my nickel plated 45"s. Then after i rob the national bank i get caught and sentanced to life in prison. Crappy
Age: 17
Sex: Male
Eyes: brown
Hair: black cornrows dawg
Class: gangsta
My first charcter will be a custom class archer
When Marcel was young and living in the getto (Hammerfall) he left his family to join a gang at then age of 15. While doing a drug trade the fuzz caught him and sentanced him 10 years for possession of drugs and intent to sell. They just made it ten years because they be bringin down the bruthers. They decided to send me to the new prison in Cyodrill for the "agressive" type prisoners. Little too my suprise, everyone there was a Redguard (another case of bringing down the brutha). Then the king came and sent me free because im some profit or something. When I get out i robb a bookstore and two bars, and kill two guars with my nickel plated 45"s. Then after i rob the national bank i get caught and sentanced to life in prison. Crappy
Name: Ratun Laveur
Sex: Male
Race: Prob Dark elf
Eyes: Whatever looks coolest
Hair: Black
Class: Custom stealthy guy with magic
Sex: Male
Race: Prob Dark elf
Eyes: Whatever looks coolest
Hair: Black
Class: Custom stealthy guy with magic
I think Sword / Bow combos are popular in Oblivion... I think even the Devs are using Characters with them...
Well here goes my charactor:
Name: Christoph Mar
Age: 43
Race: Redguard
Eyes:Brown
Hair: Once was black now, grayish
Fighting Style: Sword and Shield (Olde School!)
Background: A old Redguard living a basic life as a washed-up hero. In his youth he was a mercenary for hire, guarding mages, royalty, or anything that would pay him to protect. He never did work for evil folks, always staying on the good side. Now after 17 years away from the adventuring lifestyle is once again picking up his blade to end his life in a BANG!
Main Skills: Long Sword, Shield, Athletics and Acrobatics. (He knows how to get around!)
Name: Christoph Mar
Age: 43
Race: Redguard
Eyes:Brown
Hair: Once was black now, grayish
Fighting Style: Sword and Shield (Olde School!)
Background: A old Redguard living a basic life as a washed-up hero. In his youth he was a mercenary for hire, guarding mages, royalty, or anything that would pay him to protect. He never did work for evil folks, always staying on the good side. Now after 17 years away from the adventuring lifestyle is once again picking up his blade to end his life in a BANG!
Main Skills: Long Sword, Shield, Athletics and Acrobatics. (He knows how to get around!)
Name: Well ... Depends on the Race, would be one that requires no imagination
(Aragorn, Legolas, Drizzt, ... one of them)
Class Name: Ranger
Skills:
Blade
Marksman
Light Armor
Destruction/Mysticism
Alchemy/Restoration
Sneak/Block
... BAH ... Lockpick, Sneak, Speechcraft, or Mercantile.
Birthsign: It looks like The Thief
There are still things to be thought of, but there are 25 Days to think.
(Aragorn, Legolas, Drizzt, ... one of them)
Class Name: Ranger
Skills:
Blade
Marksman
Light Armor
Destruction/Mysticism
Alchemy/Restoration
Sneak/Block
... BAH ... Lockpick, Sneak, Speechcraft, or Mercantile.
Birthsign: It looks like The Thief
There are still things to be thought of, but there are 25 Days to think.
Excuse my first post, this will be my real guy that i just wrote a fan-fic about
Name: Raecon
Age: 17
Race: Redguard
Eyes: Baby Blue
Hair: Black
Fighting Style: Longsword/Bow/Shield/Maybe a little magic here and there
Backround: He moved from the city of Dragonstar, Hammerfell to Cyodril to become a legonaire.
Name: Raecon
Age: 17
Race: Redguard
Eyes: Baby Blue
Hair: Black
Fighting Style: Longsword/Bow/Shield/Maybe a little magic here and there
Backround: He moved from the city of Dragonstar, Hammerfell to Cyodril to become a legonaire.
Knowing me, I won't go for just one character, so here's the other one. This guy will likely look as old as possible.
Aureus Lucis:
Race: Imperial
Gender: male
Skinclour: white
Eyecolour: light blue bordering on white
Hair: White
Age: 1571 (this is no typo)
Class: Wizard with a bit of Long Blade
Aureus Lucis is probably one of the oldest living beings in Tamriel. This is due to the vampire blood that flows through his veins.
Yes, he is a vampire. But unlike his less civilized and younger brothers and sisters, he comfortably lives in a castle, protected by powerful Magicka, somewhere in the black marsh. There he has his servants, his library and all the other things he needs to live. And about his servants, yes they do give some of their blood from time to time but he drinks it from a cup. Chewing on a neck is disgusting and barbaric in his opinion. Not to mention that his servants stay all heatlthy this way.
There have been a few times that he intervened in history, sometimes by manipulating time itself, and this is one of these times. But something went wrong and someone hit him with an ancient artefact that harnessed the power of the sun, one of the last things he still fears.
When he wakes up, he discovers to his horror that he is withouth his equipment, in a jail and worst of all, cured of Vampirism. If he wants to defend Tamriel, he'll have to make it back to his castle and inject himself with some of his own blood that's kept there (that blood still has the Vampirism stuff). That will make him a vampire again, complete with all the uber-powers he amassed through the ages. At least he still has some of his Vampire powers, so he can still keep up with all the younger people.
Aureus Lucis:
Race: Imperial
Gender: male
Skinclour: white
Eyecolour: light blue bordering on white
Hair: White
Age: 1571 (this is no typo)
Class: Wizard with a bit of Long Blade
Aureus Lucis is probably one of the oldest living beings in Tamriel. This is due to the vampire blood that flows through his veins.
Yes, he is a vampire. But unlike his less civilized and younger brothers and sisters, he comfortably lives in a castle, protected by powerful Magicka, somewhere in the black marsh. There he has his servants, his library and all the other things he needs to live. And about his servants, yes they do give some of their blood from time to time but he drinks it from a cup. Chewing on a neck is disgusting and barbaric in his opinion. Not to mention that his servants stay all heatlthy this way.
There have been a few times that he intervened in history, sometimes by manipulating time itself, and this is one of these times. But something went wrong and someone hit him with an ancient artefact that harnessed the power of the sun, one of the last things he still fears.
When he wakes up, he discovers to his horror that he is withouth his equipment, in a jail and worst of all, cured of Vampirism. If he wants to defend Tamriel, he'll have to make it back to his castle and inject himself with some of his own blood that's kept there (that blood still has the Vampirism stuff). That will make him a vampire again, complete with all the uber-powers he amassed through the ages. At least he still has some of his Vampire powers, so he can still keep up with all the younger people.
Name: Catmando (as always)
Race: Dark elf (god i am always a dark elf)
Class:Mage assin type thing ( Sneak, range,dustruction, blade and mabey some illusion)
Age: 27 1/3
Look: A jolly man who loves the thrill of catching a man onfire then thrusting a dagger into his gut.
History: the rencarnation of my faverot morrowind charicter catmando. He spent most of his early life cleaning up after the aprentices and mages in the mages guild. At age 13 he was kiddnaped by a assain to sell for some schooma. where in the schooma den he lernd the art of killing people.
Race: Dark elf (god i am always a dark elf)
Class:Mage assin type thing ( Sneak, range,dustruction, blade and mabey some illusion)
Age: 27 1/3
Look: A jolly man who loves the thrill of catching a man onfire then thrusting a dagger into his gut.
History: the rencarnation of my faverot morrowind charicter catmando. He spent most of his early life cleaning up after the aprentices and mages in the mages guild. At age 13 he was kiddnaped by a assain to sell for some schooma. where in the schooma den he lernd the art of killing people.
Name: I'll figure that out later
Race: Breton (or possibly Altmer)
Gender: Male
Birthsign: Atronach
Class: pure mage (custom, unless they have one this time)
Magic is the coolest thing ever. In Oblivion, it sounds like the devs have made a special effort to make pure mages more tenable. In most games, magic users are at a disadvantage in combat, increasing the overall challenge of the game. I'm not sure that this will be true in Oblivion, but I'm looking forward to finding out.
Race: Breton (or possibly Altmer)
Gender: Male
Birthsign: Atronach
Class: pure mage (custom, unless they have one this time)
Magic is the coolest thing ever. In Oblivion, it sounds like the devs have made a special effort to make pure mages more tenable. In most games, magic users are at a disadvantage in combat, increasing the overall challenge of the game. I'm not sure that this will be true in Oblivion, but I'm looking forward to finding out.
I remember when my friend first played Morrowind... He called his character "Bill" a Nord Thief ... mine was called "Mass" - an Argonian Warrior...
Strange how 3 years of play has made me just want more immersive names for Role Play characters.
Strange how 3 years of play has made me just want more immersive names for Role Play characters.
Can you guys help me decide between these? I like them all equally and they all sound great 
... 
GRRR!!!
Ral-Kotar
Race: Argonian
Gender: male
Eyes/Hair: Brown/spikes (Argonian)
Age: 31
Class: Marksmage (A ranger w/ destructive magic abilities) gone Bounty hunter
Skills: Blades (dagger), Marksman, Light Armor, Block, Athletics, Destruction, Sneak
Calrion
Race: Dark Elf
Gender: male
Eyes/Hair: Red/Black
Age: 29
Class: Mage
Skills: Destruction, Alteration, Mysticism, Resoration, Conjuration, illusion, light armor
Dro' Zathar
Race: Kajhiit
Gender: male
Eyes/Hair: Brown, brown
Age: 34
Class: Assassin
Skills: Sneak, Security, Blades, Marksman, Light armor, Alchemy, Illusion
... GRRR!!! Ral-Kotar
Race: Argonian
Gender: male
Eyes/Hair: Brown/spikes (Argonian)
Age: 31
Class: Marksmage (A ranger w/ destructive magic abilities) gone Bounty hunter
Skills: Blades (dagger), Marksman, Light Armor, Block, Athletics, Destruction, Sneak
Calrion
Race: Dark Elf
Gender: male
Eyes/Hair: Red/Black
Age: 29
Class: Mage
Skills: Destruction, Alteration, Mysticism, Resoration, Conjuration, illusion, light armor
Dro' Zathar
Race: Kajhiit
Gender: male
Eyes/Hair: Brown, brown
Age: 34
Class: Assassin
Skills: Sneak, Security, Blades, Marksman, Light armor, Alchemy, Illusion
I decided to make a second character so I can get a wider range of the game quicker.
Bryre
Race: Breton
Gender: Female
Eyes/Hair: Brown/Long Black/Purple
Age: 27
Class: Custom - 'Ghost' Assassin
Skills: Blades, Light Armour, Sneak, Security, Illusion, Alteration, Destruction.
History: The 'Ghost' Clan started on the triple-boundaries of Cyrodill, Elsweyr and Valenwood. It spread deep into the underground of Elsweyr and Valenwood and was adopted easily by the light footed natives. They had developed to use their skills and sturdiness to navigate anywhere unseen, unheard and unfound until they get what they want.
Employed for her Interlligence, skill with a dagger and one of the best Mages in the clan, Bryre was sent into Cyrodiil as a secret missionary to give the organisation branches in the Imperial province.
She was arrested for her attempts to kill a noble for money, as her funds had ran short and she was desperate enough for food to let her guard down, and she was seen as a Spy and jailed.
She vowed to escape the cell and not let it become her tomb, and to rise to her former glory and establish power in Cyrodiil.
Cyrodiil has since continued to reject the Clan, and it's origins and how deep the branches go, is still unknown...
I'm basically gonna do Dark Brotherhood, Thieves and Mages guild quests and master Lockpicking and Destruction magic. As my other character is brute strength and speed, with sword and bow doing Arena, Fighters and Main Quest.
Should be good!
Bryre
Race: Breton
Gender: Female
Eyes/Hair: Brown/Long Black/Purple
Age: 27
Class: Custom - 'Ghost' Assassin
Skills: Blades, Light Armour, Sneak, Security, Illusion, Alteration, Destruction.
History: The 'Ghost' Clan started on the triple-boundaries of Cyrodill, Elsweyr and Valenwood. It spread deep into the underground of Elsweyr and Valenwood and was adopted easily by the light footed natives. They had developed to use their skills and sturdiness to navigate anywhere unseen, unheard and unfound until they get what they want.
Employed for her Interlligence, skill with a dagger and one of the best Mages in the clan, Bryre was sent into Cyrodiil as a secret missionary to give the organisation branches in the Imperial province.
She was arrested for her attempts to kill a noble for money, as her funds had ran short and she was desperate enough for food to let her guard down, and she was seen as a Spy and jailed.
She vowed to escape the cell and not let it become her tomb, and to rise to her former glory and establish power in Cyrodiil.
Cyrodiil has since continued to reject the Clan, and it's origins and how deep the branches go, is still unknown...
I'm basically gonna do Dark Brotherhood, Thieves and Mages guild quests and master Lockpicking and Destruction magic. As my other character is brute strength and speed, with sword and bow doing Arena, Fighters and Main Quest.
Should be good!
Name- (Prolly) Hajima *o*o** (can't give anything away here from my story line, at least not just yet.)
Race- Redguard or (Hidden other, again, noooo spoiler for fanfic)
increased intelligence and strength
Majors-
Alchemy, Blade, Marksman, Security, Sneak, Mysticism (or whichever telekinesis is under b/c I can't resist the urge to use lots and lots of new Havok-Physics telekinesis, and one other...used to be enchant.... probably Unarmorer or Hand To Hand, cause my char is going to be a badass even when he is nude, rofl.
It sounds like I will be able to make the character look like me, and since the character is like me in most every other way it only makes since that it would be like me in appearence.
The character's story is still unfolding and takes up like over fifty pages by the time I am done...which will be quite a few weeks yet...and I update more than once a week.
Race- Redguard or (Hidden other, again, noooo spoiler for fanfic)
increased intelligence and strength
Majors-
Alchemy, Blade, Marksman, Security, Sneak, Mysticism (or whichever telekinesis is under b/c I can't resist the urge to use lots and lots of new Havok-Physics telekinesis, and one other...used to be enchant.... probably Unarmorer or Hand To Hand, cause my char is going to be a badass even when he is nude, rofl.
It sounds like I will be able to make the character look like me, and since the character is like me in most every other way it only makes since that it would be like me in appearence.
The character's story is still unfolding and takes up like over fifty pages by the time I am done...which will be quite a few weeks yet...and I update more than once a week.
Name:Vecha(maybe may change it...i'm obsessed with it)
Race: Most likely imperial...I'll need to read over the races when i get it.
Gender:Male
Birthsign: Warrior(that is still in right?)
Class: kinda like battle mage. But i'll focus on more stregth and have destruction and restoration.
I really want to try out the magic...but i'm more of a brute when ever i play rpgs or role-play...so i like to beat the crap outta things before i think about it.
Race: Most likely imperial...I'll need to read over the races when i get it.
Gender:Male
Birthsign: Warrior(that is still in right?)
Class: kinda like battle mage. But i'll focus on more stregth and have destruction and restoration.
I really want to try out the magic...but i'm more of a brute when ever i play rpgs or role-play...so i like to beat the crap outta things before i think about it.
i can describe my charachters look an attitude at the moment but i haven't thought up a history or anyhting else. his attitude is evil and will look particularly malicious (especially with full daedric )
)
I just love everyone speculating what race there going to be and when they get it they will look at all the races and probably change there's. Anyway here's mine
Name: Grennoki Hironobi
Age: 27
Sex: Male
Eyes: Red
Hair: Jet Black
Race: Couldn't tell you probably Imperial or Nord but we haven't see them all yet so I might change my mind.
Class: A bit of everything just like Morrowind
My Character will probably be evil not so much only when I don't like the NPC I will most likely kill off all the argonian's and khajitt's like I did in Morrowind ( I dont know why) Maybe because they looked so crappy and the lack of being able to wear a helmet and boots. I also hate all those dumb people that stand on the roads giving out quests that they say will benefit me from walking across the whole map only to walk back and get 200 bucks then I just killed them and took all their loot and the dumb idiots that follow you when you walk to far away they just kinda stand their until you punch them in the face thank god that's improved.
Their all gonna die
Name: Grennoki Hironobi
Age: 27
Sex: Male
Eyes: Red
Hair: Jet Black
Race: Couldn't tell you probably Imperial or Nord but we haven't see them all yet so I might change my mind.
Class: A bit of everything just like Morrowind
My Character will probably be evil not so much only when I don't like the NPC I will most likely kill off all the argonian's and khajitt's like I did in Morrowind ( I dont know why) Maybe because they looked so crappy and the lack of being able to wear a helmet and boots. I also hate all those dumb people that stand on the roads giving out quests that they say will benefit me from walking across the whole map only to walk back and get 200 bucks then I just killed them and took all their loot and the dumb idiots that follow you when you walk to far away they just kinda stand their until you punch them in the face thank god that's improved.
Their all gonna die
Hmmm I am sensing some deep rooted emotional issues. Did you have a pet cat when you were younger that attacked you alot. 
Just joking Blitz, I am just scared of your khajiit and Argonian massacre. But I do agree with the almost pointless run all over Morrowind in return for a rusted dagger and ten coins type missions.
Just joking Blitz, I am just scared of your khajiit and Argonian massacre. But I do agree with the almost pointless run all over Morrowind in return for a rusted dagger and ten coins type missions.
Yea...I want to read over the races and then choose what I want...
Ok, I'll have three characters.
First one:
name:Ophelia.
Race:Dunmer.
Class:Theurgist ( I'll make a custom mage class for this one )
Sex:Female.
Age:24.
She is one of the childs my character Telina have ( she got twins first, then a son later ). Ophelia followed her mothers footsteps in house telvanni, and became one of the few powerfull theurgists that exists. After talking to one of her contacts in the blades, she finds out that in a matter of years (she was twenty at the time), the world was going to change, and that she needed to get to cyrodiil. After telling goodbye to her family, she goes to cyrodiil, where she kills a noble, in order to get into prison. there she is beaten up quite alot, and her skills sink like the titanic.
Second one.
Name:Mackenzie.
Race:Dunmer.
Class:Master Assassin.
Sex:Female.
Age 24.
She is the twin to Ophelia. In order to try and build a litle more unity between the houses, Telina asked her childs to join each of the seperate houses in Vvardenfell, Mackenzie who had always had a gift withing economy and stealthy things, joined up at house hlaalu, and soon became master in the house. After a little while, she joined the morag tong to get even more influential, and therefore she also got more contacts. The rest of the story is the same as Ophelias, she travelled to cyrodiil instead of Ophelia, so she got arrested.
Third one:
Name:Telendil.
Race:Dunmer.
Class:Knight.
Sex:male.
Age 21.
He is the younger brother of Ophelia and Mackenzie, where they were cinning or fast, he was strong and fair minded.He always respected the living things, and would not kill a person if there was another way around. His honourship, made him choose to join house Redoran, when his sisters and him was to join the other houses.he was one of the fairest looking males on the island, and more than one woman fell in love with him, but he did not care, he just wanted to make the world a better place to be, and so after he had been house father for almost a year, he joined the legion as well, in hope of making the world a better place to be. After one-and-a-half year in the legion, he was inducted into the order of the white three, whose mission in the world was to secure a better place for people in the world. When he heard from his sisters that one of them wanted to got to cyrodiil and get themselves into prison, he told them that he was going instead of them, as he was about to be reassigned to cyrodiil anyway, there he would arrange it with the emperor himself so that he was put into a cell.
So that is one of the characters that I will use in the beginning...hope youlike their background.
First one:
name:Ophelia.
Race:Dunmer.
Class:Theurgist ( I'll make a custom mage class for this one )
Sex:Female.
Age:24.
She is one of the childs my character Telina have ( she got twins first, then a son later ). Ophelia followed her mothers footsteps in house telvanni, and became one of the few powerfull theurgists that exists. After talking to one of her contacts in the blades, she finds out that in a matter of years (she was twenty at the time), the world was going to change, and that she needed to get to cyrodiil. After telling goodbye to her family, she goes to cyrodiil, where she kills a noble, in order to get into prison. there she is beaten up quite alot, and her skills sink like the titanic.
Second one.
Name:Mackenzie.
Race:Dunmer.
Class:Master Assassin.
Sex:Female.
Age 24.
She is the twin to Ophelia. In order to try and build a litle more unity between the houses, Telina asked her childs to join each of the seperate houses in Vvardenfell, Mackenzie who had always had a gift withing economy and stealthy things, joined up at house hlaalu, and soon became master in the house. After a little while, she joined the morag tong to get even more influential, and therefore she also got more contacts. The rest of the story is the same as Ophelias, she travelled to cyrodiil instead of Ophelia, so she got arrested.
Third one:
Name:Telendil.
Race:Dunmer.
Class:Knight.
Sex:male.
Age 21.
He is the younger brother of Ophelia and Mackenzie, where they were cinning or fast, he was strong and fair minded.He always respected the living things, and would not kill a person if there was another way around. His honourship, made him choose to join house Redoran, when his sisters and him was to join the other houses.he was one of the fairest looking males on the island, and more than one woman fell in love with him, but he did not care, he just wanted to make the world a better place to be, and so after he had been house father for almost a year, he joined the legion as well, in hope of making the world a better place to be. After one-and-a-half year in the legion, he was inducted into the order of the white three, whose mission in the world was to secure a better place for people in the world. When he heard from his sisters that one of them wanted to got to cyrodiil and get themselves into prison, he told them that he was going instead of them, as he was about to be reassigned to cyrodiil anyway, there he would arrange it with the emperor himself so that he was put into a cell.
So that is one of the characters that I will use in the beginning...hope youlike their background.
Name: Sirosa Sedeve
Gender: Female
Race: Imperial
Birthsign: The Lover
Class: custom
skills: block, hand to hand, athletics, alchemy, restoration, illusion, marksman
A character with skills that help her live off the land and fend for herself, and who ventures naked with a bow
Gender: Female
Race: Imperial
Birthsign: The Lover
Class: custom
skills: block, hand to hand, athletics, alchemy, restoration, illusion, marksman
A character with skills that help her live off the land and fend for herself, and who ventures naked with a bow
Well, I've been playing one character in sort of an unrelated chronology. In Morrowind, he was 25, so now I'll be putting him about five or ten years after. So without further ado, Shakur.
Name: Shakur Ir Shin
Race: Redguard
Gender: Male
Age: 30-40
Class: Ansei (Like an increadibly devoted battle mage with the ability to summon swords)
Appearence: A little more aged and a more weary appearence, but still has his devilishy good looks
.
Birthsign: Either the Steed, the Shadow or the Warrior.
Background: He is the son of a male Ansei who does cargo and fishing runs for spare, uneeded Septems and a very powerful female battlemage. After a failed murder attempt and finding a daedric symbol on the shirt of one of the failed assasins, he and his brother set off to Morrowind to find people with connections to the murder attempt. He did odd jobs for multiple clients who helped make the way to his targets, and eventually was told that the next step was too dangerous even for him. He did not heed the warning but was cautious, and found that he had been searching for the son of a major Cammona Tong bigwig. He talked with the criminal, and knowing the mans prior crimes, he threw him a sword and killed him in glorious battle. After being attacked almost every day by would be assasins, he made friends with the Morag Tong and the thieves guild, creating major wars all across Vvardenfell. Few Commona Tong members still live.
My second character has been in the back of my head for a while.
Name: Jagr Treeking
Race: Nord
Gender: Male
Age: 37
Class: Treeking (lives mostly in the wilderness, hunts and forages for food, maps the wilderness around him and fights the unneeded advancements into the forest by the Imperials)
Appearence: Imagine a barbarian covered in tatoos and a aged face. Now give him smoother skin .
Birthsign: the Serpeant
Background: Jagr was born in a small, nearly ancient Nordic villiage built when the Nords took Cyrodiil. Took better understand the world outside his, he stopped appreaciating the nature around him and started living it. He doesn't travel outside of his small, self built outpost and house, but after being attacked by red devils he travelled to the cities of Imperial Cyrodiil to find the reason these devils are here.
Name: Shakur Ir Shin
Race: Redguard
Gender: Male
Age: 30-40
Class: Ansei (Like an increadibly devoted battle mage with the ability to summon swords)
Appearence: A little more aged and a more weary appearence, but still has his devilishy good looks
.Birthsign: Either the Steed, the Shadow or the Warrior.
Background: He is the son of a male Ansei who does cargo and fishing runs for spare, uneeded Septems and a very powerful female battlemage. After a failed murder attempt and finding a daedric symbol on the shirt of one of the failed assasins, he and his brother set off to Morrowind to find people with connections to the murder attempt. He did odd jobs for multiple clients who helped make the way to his targets, and eventually was told that the next step was too dangerous even for him. He did not heed the warning but was cautious, and found that he had been searching for the son of a major Cammona Tong bigwig. He talked with the criminal, and knowing the mans prior crimes, he threw him a sword and killed him in glorious battle. After being attacked almost every day by would be assasins, he made friends with the Morag Tong and the thieves guild, creating major wars all across Vvardenfell. Few Commona Tong members still live.
My second character has been in the back of my head for a while.
Name: Jagr Treeking
Race: Nord
Gender: Male
Age: 37
Class: Treeking (lives mostly in the wilderness, hunts and forages for food, maps the wilderness around him and fights the unneeded advancements into the forest by the Imperials)
Appearence: Imagine a barbarian covered in tatoos and a aged face. Now give him smoother skin
.Birthsign: the Serpeant
Background: Jagr was born in a small, nearly ancient Nordic villiage built when the Nords took Cyrodiil. Took better understand the world outside his, he stopped appreaciating the nature around him and started living it. He doesn't travel outside of his small, self built outpost and house, but after being attacked by red devils he travelled to the cities of Imperial Cyrodiil to find the reason these devils are here.
I am going to create an Imperial Mage Assasin. I want to combine magic with stealph. Just imagine it, A Nija with Fireballs!
These are some of my characters properties.
Name:unknown
Race: Imperial
Age:28
Guilds: Dark Brotherhood, Mages guild
Attributes: Speed, Willpower
Skills: sneak, acrobatics, lightarmour,alteration, destruction, illusion, athletics
Starsighn: unkown
These are some of my characters properties.
Name:unknown
Race: Imperial
Age:28
Guilds: Dark Brotherhood, Mages guild
Attributes: Speed, Willpower
Skills: sneak, acrobatics, lightarmour,alteration, destruction, illusion, athletics
Starsighn: unkown
Name: Yet again, Duncan Frost The First (or just Duncan Frost I)
Race: Nord
Gender: Male
Age: 100-120
Class: Barbarian
Birthsign: The Lover (just so I can have the Paralyse spell )
Duncan Frost The First, the pretty damn acient (damn i cant spell it!) Nord, father, grandfather and great-grandfather to about 150 nords (all called Duncan Frost), the leader of the Frostfire clan. With axe and sword and mighty blade he takes to the field, slaughtering his enemies with unstoppable force.
My second character:
Name: Duncan Frost The Seventy-Third
Race: Nord
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Class: Battlemage
Birthsign: The Ritual
Duncan Frost The Seventy-Third was sent to the imperial city of Cyrodiil when he was just 13, to learn the ways of magic at the magical university there. But the corrupt guards there beat him, stole all his money, and left him for dead in the gutter. And so he was forced to grow up in the MEEEAN STREEETS of Cyrodiil, only surviving because of him innate Nord strength and natrual magical abilities. When he was 20, he was falsly accused of treason and thrown in jail, where he languished for 12 years, until, one day, the emperor came down the stairs....
My third one (just be glad i'm not doing every single one of his 150 sons) :
Name: Bet'lan Frost
Race: Kajhiit
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Class: Thief
Birthsign: The Shadow
Bet'lan Frost, the wife of Duncan Frost The One-Hundred-and-Forty-ninth, is a thief. She was born a thief, she would probably die a thief. After moving to Cyrodiil with her husband, this natrual tendency to steal items soon got her into trouble, but she never went to jail, for her husband was powerful and wealthy in the city. But when her husband died, assassinated by the Dark Brotherhood, she was immediatly thrown in jail by the guards for her past crimes.
Like them? took me bloody ages to think up that last one.
Race: Nord
Gender: Male
Age: 100-120
Class: Barbarian
Birthsign: The Lover (just so I can have the Paralyse spell
)Duncan Frost The First, the pretty damn acient (damn i cant spell it!) Nord, father, grandfather and great-grandfather to about 150 nords (all called Duncan Frost), the leader of the Frostfire clan. With axe and sword and mighty blade he takes to the field, slaughtering his enemies with unstoppable force.
My second character:
Name: Duncan Frost The Seventy-Third
Race: Nord
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Class: Battlemage
Birthsign: The Ritual
Duncan Frost The Seventy-Third was sent to the imperial city of Cyrodiil when he was just 13, to learn the ways of magic at the magical university there. But the corrupt guards there beat him, stole all his money, and left him for dead in the gutter. And so he was forced to grow up in the MEEEAN STREEETS of Cyrodiil, only surviving because of him innate Nord strength and natrual magical abilities. When he was 20, he was falsly accused of treason and thrown in jail, where he languished for 12 years, until, one day, the emperor came down the stairs....
My third one (just be glad i'm not doing every single one of his 150 sons
) :Name: Bet'lan Frost
Race: Kajhiit
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Class: Thief
Birthsign: The Shadow
Bet'lan Frost, the wife of Duncan Frost The One-Hundred-and-Forty-ninth, is a thief. She was born a thief, she would probably die a thief. After moving to Cyrodiil with her husband, this natrual tendency to steal items soon got her into trouble, but she never went to jail, for her husband was powerful and wealthy in the city. But when her husband died, assassinated by the Dark Brotherhood, she was immediatly thrown in jail by the guards for her past crimes.
Like them? took me bloody ages to think up that last one.
Ah I've finally decided who my first character will be. I won't spoil much since he is the main character of my fanfic that is under development but here goes what I can tell you:
Name: Kel [Surname spoiler protected]
Race: Breton
Gender: Male
Age: [Spoiler protected] Well, I can say it's some 20:ish.
Class: Unnamed (Hero?)
Birthsign: The Warrior (this is probably one of the reason he wants to become a grand warrior one day)
Attributes: Endurance, Willpower. (His hard work on the farm has made him strong and very resistant to physical damage. His harsh childhood (both parents died) has trained is willpower immensly, aside from the training that he was given by his mother before she died.)
Skills: Blades, Heavy Armor, Block, Armorer, Destruction, Restoration, Alteration
History: Check here.
Name: Kel [Surname spoiler protected]
Race: Breton
Gender: Male
Age: [Spoiler protected] Well, I can say it's some 20:ish.
Class: Unnamed (Hero?)
Birthsign: The Warrior (this is probably one of the reason he wants to become a grand warrior one day)
Attributes: Endurance, Willpower. (His hard work on the farm has made him strong and very resistant to physical damage. His harsh childhood (both parents died) has trained is willpower immensly, aside from the training that he was given by his mother before she died.)
Skills: Blades, Heavy Armor, Block, Armorer, Destruction, Restoration, Alteration
History: Check here.
hmmmm
Name: Scythe
Race: Redguard
class: A theiving Blade wielding,shield using archer who specialises in destruction.
sign: probably the tower
attributes: *w/e the governing attributes for marksman and blade are*
skills:
blade
marksman
light armout/unarmoured
block (or w/e its called this time round)
destruction
sneak
speechcraft/mercentile
please tell me if you think there are things I should change
Name: Scythe
Race: Redguard
class: A theiving Blade wielding,shield using archer who specialises in destruction.
sign: probably the tower
attributes: *w/e the governing attributes for marksman and blade are*
skills:
blade
marksman
light armout/unarmoured
block (or w/e its called this time round)
destruction
sneak
speechcraft/mercentile
please tell me if you think there are things I should change
First of all, I am new to these forums, and second, hi.
I have had a few ideas, and tested them on the excellent OblivionCC, and these are probably my favourites:
Race:Dunmer
Gender:Female
Birthsign:The Theif
Attributes:Willpower, Personality
Specialization:Stealth
Skills:Alteration, Speechcraft, Sneak, Marksman, Acrobatics, Light Armor, Blade.
Almost certainly intended to be an assassin/theif (they have almost always seemed to be the same to me), I will probably train mercantile, mysticism, and destruction on the side. The aim is not to use too much magicka at one time, with alteration replacing security to give the character more flexibility, destruction for the odd rat that comes my way, and mysticism for a soultrap and to test telekenisis.
Gender: Male
Race: Altmer
Birthsign: The Atronach
Specialization: Magic
Attributes: Willpower, Strength
Major Skills: Mysticism, Conjuration, Destruction, Alteration,
Blunt, Block, Heavy Armor
This character is the largest tank I could come up with which wasn't an orc/redguard/nord pure warrior. The aim is to train alchemy on the side to give the character some healing abilities (I despise Restoration). I have only one problem at the moment, which may turn out fine if I chuck in the odd peice of light armor and jump everywhere: a lack of speed. From what I have gathered, speed now has an effect on damage in some way (I read something about damage over time somewhere), and I think it could be quite frustrating. The aim here would be to chuck an atronach at the target, then a burden (Mysticism or Alteration I hope) to lower fatigue. Then just give 'em few blows of the new daedric warhammer type weapon.
Any ideas about whether I should take block out for athletics, or even illusion/speechcraft/armorer?
I have what I see as an excellent orc warrior + alteration and restoration in the bag, but that type of class I played too often on Morrowind. And I can't bring myself to be a pure mage... just too dull.......
I have had a few ideas, and tested them on the excellent OblivionCC, and these are probably my favourites:
Race:Dunmer
Gender:Female
Birthsign:The Theif
Attributes:Willpower, Personality
Specialization:Stealth
Skills:Alteration, Speechcraft, Sneak, Marksman, Acrobatics, Light Armor, Blade.
Almost certainly intended to be an assassin/theif (they have almost always seemed to be the same to me), I will probably train mercantile, mysticism, and destruction on the side. The aim is not to use too much magicka at one time, with alteration replacing security to give the character more flexibility, destruction for the odd rat that comes my way, and mysticism for a soultrap and to test telekenisis.
Gender: Male
Race: Altmer
Birthsign: The Atronach
Specialization: Magic
Attributes: Willpower, Strength
Major Skills: Mysticism, Conjuration, Destruction, Alteration,
Blunt, Block, Heavy Armor
This character is the largest tank I could come up with which wasn't an orc/redguard/nord pure warrior. The aim is to train alchemy on the side to give the character some healing abilities (I despise Restoration). I have only one problem at the moment, which may turn out fine if I chuck in the odd peice of light armor and jump everywhere: a lack of speed. From what I have gathered, speed now has an effect on damage in some way (I read something about damage over time somewhere), and I think it could be quite frustrating. The aim here would be to chuck an atronach at the target, then a burden (Mysticism or Alteration I hope) to lower fatigue. Then just give 'em few blows of the new daedric warhammer type weapon.
Any ideas about whether I should take block out for athletics, or even illusion/speechcraft/armorer?
I have what I see as an excellent orc warrior + alteration and restoration in the bag, but that type of class I played too often on Morrowind. And I can't bring myself to be a pure mage... just too dull.......
Here is my character
Name: Golzog Urbthul
Race: Orc
Class: Trophy Hunter
Golzog, grow up in a mountain in the northern province of Dagon fell in morrowind. One night his clans lair was attacked by Nords, and Golzog was left to his own fate. He began killing travellers along the roads, and soon he began Trophy hunting. His greatest catch is a huge Icebear on the island of solstheim. After many years Golzog began seeking after new hunting grounds and soon he did find him self in the province of Cyrodiil
Name: Golzog Urbthul
Race: Orc
Class: Trophy Hunter
Golzog, grow up in a mountain in the northern province of Dagon fell in morrowind. One night his clans lair was attacked by Nords, and Golzog was left to his own fate. He began killing travellers along the roads, and soon he began Trophy hunting. His greatest catch is a huge Icebear on the island of solstheim. After many years Golzog began seeking after new hunting grounds and soon he did find him self in the province of Cyrodiil
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I haven't put any real thought into background, mostly because my character went from a fighter, to a bard, to a ranger, to a mage, to a thief, and then back to a mage. I can't keep up.
I haven't put any real thought into background, mostly because my character went from a fighter, to a bard, to a ranger, to a mage, to a thief, and then back to a mage. I can't keep up.
Name: Kiefeer Caavah
Gender: Male
Race: Redguard
Age: 25
Birth Sign: The Ritual
Class: Swordsman (Custom)
Specialisation: Combat
Favoured Attributes: Endurance & Intelligence
Major Skills: Acrobatics, Alchemy, Armourer, Blade, Block, Light Armour, Mysticism
Bio:
Scion to a tribe who could trace their lineage back to the ancient warriors of Yokuda who’d fought side by side with the Master Ansei, Frandar do Hunding Hel Ansei No Shira at the battle of Hattu. Kiefeer Caavah was a Sword Singer.
Through discipline, determination and a devout faith in the Gods he had honed his mind and body into a fluid instrument of grace and strength. Matched by few and surpassed only by the Elder leaders of his tribe, whose edge came from wisdom earned though experience and age. Regardless of his accomplishments however, in his heart, he felt dissatisfied.
Despite being born under an auspicious star, blessed with supernatural gifts and talents beyond those of most men and knowledge of the mystic arts that rivalled his tribes most accomplished scholars, Kiefeer could not summon the Shehai or “Spirit Sword”.
His peers had been kind; none had ridiculed him for his lack of skill for none were as harsh or outspoken as himself of his failure. Day after day he would train like a man possessed, skirting the edge of human endeavour in search of the spark that would ignite his very soul, giving birth to the power that was his birthright.
The more he toiled the more it became apparent to him that he was lacking a quality that couldn’t be obtained through arduous study alone. What he sought he felt lay beyond his comprehension. Many a night he would feverishly dream of a bizarre land filled with strange creatures; malevolent and possessing tremendous power the likes of which he had never encountered before.
Always infinitely outnumbered, lesser men would have cowered and weakly accepted their inevitable demise yet, In the midst of these dreams, held tightly in his grip would be his Shehai as he valiantly fought these monstrosities. Cleaving dozens of their number with single strokes of the magical blade, while the battles were always heated, within he was at peace, defiant, a mighty force against a sea of enemies.
Hearing accounts of these dreams that Kiefeer himself had declared with eerie sureness were visions, many of his comrades feared that he had lost his senses, the final outcome of his tragic condition. Yet, the Elders knew better. When the leaders of his tribe, all of whom powerful mystics felt the shift in the balance of Nirn they came to understand that Kiefeer’s plight and the approaching darkness were somehow connected.
They theorised that the Shehai; the embodiment of a warrior’s spirit, summoned at times of great significance had never been wielded by young Caavah because he had never faced a challenge, be it man, beast or environment that could not be overcome without it. Indeed, his birth had been under the sign widely recognised as the “Ritual”, the Elders reasoned that it was his destiny to bring balance to the world through a great undertaking. The perilous trials ahead would, as a consequence surely draw upon the young man’s reserves to such an extent that he’d find the verve to kindle the mystic weapon and set the order of the mortal plane right again.
Enthused by what the Elders had explained to him and already dangerously close to the thrall of depression that, what to the Elders was a mission of the highest significance that the young man might not even return from, to Kiefeer was only a merciful solution and a worthy quest to purge his being of weakness and define himself as an Ansei; the title awarded to the greatest of Sword Singers and his most ardent desire.
With the approval of his people Kiefeer Caavah made his way across the harsh barren desert of Hammerfell, walking with a newfound sense of conviction towards the source of the great disturbance: Cryodiil.
Gender: Male
Race: Redguard
Age: 25
Birth Sign: The Ritual
Class: Swordsman (Custom)
Specialisation: Combat
Favoured Attributes: Endurance & Intelligence
Major Skills: Acrobatics, Alchemy, Armourer, Blade, Block, Light Armour, Mysticism
Bio:
Scion to a tribe who could trace their lineage back to the ancient warriors of Yokuda who’d fought side by side with the Master Ansei, Frandar do Hunding Hel Ansei No Shira at the battle of Hattu. Kiefeer Caavah was a Sword Singer.
Through discipline, determination and a devout faith in the Gods he had honed his mind and body into a fluid instrument of grace and strength. Matched by few and surpassed only by the Elder leaders of his tribe, whose edge came from wisdom earned though experience and age. Regardless of his accomplishments however, in his heart, he felt dissatisfied.
Despite being born under an auspicious star, blessed with supernatural gifts and talents beyond those of most men and knowledge of the mystic arts that rivalled his tribes most accomplished scholars, Kiefeer could not summon the Shehai or “Spirit Sword”.
His peers had been kind; none had ridiculed him for his lack of skill for none were as harsh or outspoken as himself of his failure. Day after day he would train like a man possessed, skirting the edge of human endeavour in search of the spark that would ignite his very soul, giving birth to the power that was his birthright.
The more he toiled the more it became apparent to him that he was lacking a quality that couldn’t be obtained through arduous study alone. What he sought he felt lay beyond his comprehension. Many a night he would feverishly dream of a bizarre land filled with strange creatures; malevolent and possessing tremendous power the likes of which he had never encountered before.
Always infinitely outnumbered, lesser men would have cowered and weakly accepted their inevitable demise yet, In the midst of these dreams, held tightly in his grip would be his Shehai as he valiantly fought these monstrosities. Cleaving dozens of their number with single strokes of the magical blade, while the battles were always heated, within he was at peace, defiant, a mighty force against a sea of enemies.
Hearing accounts of these dreams that Kiefeer himself had declared with eerie sureness were visions, many of his comrades feared that he had lost his senses, the final outcome of his tragic condition. Yet, the Elders knew better. When the leaders of his tribe, all of whom powerful mystics felt the shift in the balance of Nirn they came to understand that Kiefeer’s plight and the approaching darkness were somehow connected.
They theorised that the Shehai; the embodiment of a warrior’s spirit, summoned at times of great significance had never been wielded by young Caavah because he had never faced a challenge, be it man, beast or environment that could not be overcome without it. Indeed, his birth had been under the sign widely recognised as the “Ritual”, the Elders reasoned that it was his destiny to bring balance to the world through a great undertaking. The perilous trials ahead would, as a consequence surely draw upon the young man’s reserves to such an extent that he’d find the verve to kindle the mystic weapon and set the order of the mortal plane right again.
Enthused by what the Elders had explained to him and already dangerously close to the thrall of depression that, what to the Elders was a mission of the highest significance that the young man might not even return from, to Kiefeer was only a merciful solution and a worthy quest to purge his being of weakness and define himself as an Ansei; the title awarded to the greatest of Sword Singers and his most ardent desire.
With the approval of his people Kiefeer Caavah made his way across the harsh barren desert of Hammerfell, walking with a newfound sense of conviction towards the source of the great disturbance: Cryodiil.
My character, Raton Laveur, was a member of the morag tong at a very early age and used as a double agent in the Commona Tong to collect information related to something Raton Laveur was completely unaware of. He joined the CT as with little training in assassination as the Morag Tong wanted his growth to appear natural, and he managed to survive the difficult training hardening his skills into a talented assassin.
Eventually the cat fell out of the bag and he was outed one night in Vivec. The Commona Tong hunted him through the streets that night, but it was the Morag Tong that eventually kidnapped him and smuggled him to Cyrodiil where they got him really drunk and loaded him up with stolen jewels then released him down a street. He winded up in prison. Over a year of rotten food and lack of sunlight his skills and strength dwindled, so when he was released he could barely lift a sword anymore.
Stats are in my signature. The class phantom is more like a nickname, the reputation that precedes him. He can make objects move by themselves and disappear without a trace.
EDIT: Oh yeah, and I plan for him to be a vampire but stay a low levelled one, not go all out, and if any of you guys remember my ashlander from the war of houses RPG, he'll look the same, a very dark skinned, think dunmer with really long dreadlocks (if I can get dreadlocks that is, which i think you can)
Eventually the cat fell out of the bag and he was outed one night in Vivec. The Commona Tong hunted him through the streets that night, but it was the Morag Tong that eventually kidnapped him and smuggled him to Cyrodiil where they got him really drunk and loaded him up with stolen jewels then released him down a street. He winded up in prison. Over a year of rotten food and lack of sunlight his skills and strength dwindled, so when he was released he could barely lift a sword anymore.
Stats are in my signature. The class phantom is more like a nickname, the reputation that precedes him. He can make objects move by themselves and disappear without a trace.
EDIT: Oh yeah, and I plan for him to be a vampire but stay a low levelled one, not go all out, and if any of you guys remember my ashlander from the war of houses RPG, he'll look the same, a very dark skinned, think dunmer with really long dreadlocks (if I can get dreadlocks that is, which i think you can)
Man there are alot of great backgrounds and skill mixes here...kept me entertained just reading them all.
Oh and welcome to the forums, Gamelin.
Oh and welcome to the forums, Gamelin.
This is my new charactor the one im using now, got pretty far with him hes also my rp charactor
Name- Utar Warsaw
Race-Orc
Age- 37
Utars father was a brillient armourer, one of the best he bought utar up on his own as utars mother died in childbirth. Utar loved watching his father craft weapons of abosolute beauty and couldn't wait to impress his father by creating something for him one day.
Then one day a strange man bought what looked like glowing steel and told Utars father that it was blessed and encanted, and if Utar and his father would create a sword out of this unusal steel he would pay a very nice price of 20,000 septims.
Well this was enough to set them up for life, give them a better way of living maybe move to the imperial city the possiblitys were endless. So work begin immidietly and it took to months for the sword could be complete. When it was finshed it glowed a darkish purple colour was encanted just like the stranger said, it was his fathers most prized piece of work, this sword was later renamed as umbra.
When the stranger arrived he said he would pay only 2,000 well Utars father refused on refusing he slashed Utars father through the heart.
Utar made it his life work to track down the killer and his search soon took him to the imperial city, he found his fathers killer in a ruin and told him who he was, before the stranger could reach for his sword Utar smashed him with his Fathers War-hammer. A guard was taking a break and heard the screams so went in to invistagate, Utar heard someone coming so he buried Umbra and was soon arrested. He spent two years in prison until the emperor walked into his cell. After following the emperor and escaping he went back to the place where he had buriod umbra, and unearthed it. It was as beauftiful as the day his father forged it. He also took the starngers Ebony armour and some money he had found around the ruin, he then made his way to the imperial citys fighting guild to forge his own legacy.
Hope you enjoyed the read
hes also my rp charactorName- Utar Warsaw
Race-Orc
Age- 37
Utars father was a brillient armourer, one of the best he bought utar up on his own as utars mother died in childbirth. Utar loved watching his father craft weapons of abosolute beauty and couldn't wait to impress his father by creating something for him one day.
Then one day a strange man bought what looked like glowing steel and told Utars father that it was blessed and encanted, and if Utar and his father would create a sword out of this unusal steel he would pay a very nice price of 20,000 septims.
Well this was enough to set them up for life, give them a better way of living maybe move to the imperial city the possiblitys were endless. So work begin immidietly and it took to months for the sword could be complete. When it was finshed it glowed a darkish purple colour was encanted just like the stranger said, it was his fathers most prized piece of work, this sword was later renamed as umbra.
When the stranger arrived he said he would pay only 2,000 well Utars father refused on refusing he slashed Utars father through the heart.
Utar made it his life work to track down the killer and his search soon took him to the imperial city, he found his fathers killer in a ruin and told him who he was, before the stranger could reach for his sword Utar smashed him with his Fathers War-hammer. A guard was taking a break and heard the screams so went in to invistagate, Utar heard someone coming so he buried Umbra and was soon arrested. He spent two years in prison until the emperor walked into his cell. After following the emperor and escaping he went back to the place where he had buriod umbra, and unearthed it. It was as beauftiful as the day his father forged it. He also took the starngers Ebony armour and some money he had found around the ruin, he then made his way to the imperial citys fighting guild to forge his own legacy.
Hope you enjoyed the read
Im going to be an imperial fighter. I was born in morrowind and sought out problems in the land. But then someone said that i was a murderer of one of the kings sons! but im an honourable fighter so i wouldnt do that! any way the person got away with it and i was sent to tamrial for a public exacution in forn of the king! then the king comes into my cell to tell me how he really doesnt think it was me and needs help from an honourable fighter like me! being a good person i forgive the king and try to protect the king with my life! the guy who tryed to pin the murder on me was also guarding the king! but we managed to stay of each other to protect the king! then all of a sudden the king dies and we swear to have venguince for the king on his murderers! then i begin a new life with the perpos to save my land from oblivion!
And thats my character!
And thats my character!
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