Thief is so bad! Ive got Thief two and I can't even get past the second level with guides!

Hehe, one word...Skill. Sorry mate, couldn't resist.

Honestly it is a pretty hard game and there's really no way to fight someone that knows you're there. You gotta sneak up on them if you want to do any damage...thats what makes it hard.

Name: Galadile

Age: well a couple hundred years but he is an elf and looks 24 in human years

Race: wood elf/high elf. called a Gaelmer

Job: ranger/archer

Appearance: Tall, around 6". He has long golden hair which is braided on the side (think LOTR elves) He is nimble and light. He has a soft appearance and light blue eyes.

Equipment: He wears strong adventuring pants and a light adventuring shirt. In times of battle though he wears a full set of elvish armor. He has a bow which he made at an early age and was infused with spells and the singing and chants of his tribe.

Bio: galadile comes from a wood elf tribe in the very center of Valenwood. The wood elves there are different from others, they have the same appearance yet they are taller, more nimble, and the men are taller than the woman. They are almost their own race a high elf/ wood elf combination. Unlike their woodelf neighbors they do not have high voices but more like the calm high elf voice. They are, of course, archers and galadile is a master marksmen. His tribe, being superior to other tribes because of their skill and knowlege and high elf blood, was whiped out by a coalition and his sister fled north with him. They are possibly the only Gaelmer elves left and his sister was at a very young age. She soon left and was taken care of by a breton family (soulseeker if its ok its going to be your family, and you think of her as your sister).

Galadile now roams and makes a living on the land. His tribe did not eat meat and instead chanted songs which brough fruit to grow wherever they were. He is an excellent fighter and often fights for who he thinks is right

I edited the other relevant info on my char's bio sheet. just so yall know

Well.. Question, how many characters can we run?

I'm planning on at most two.


Name : Malik

Race : Imperial

Class : Blade Raver

Age : Mid to late Twenties

Sex : Male

Appearance : Malik is gaunt and unnaturally pale with stark white hair. His sunken and bloodshot eyes are a dark shade of brown. His long and gangly body is covered in strange scars and wounds, some from himself some from those he combats. He wears leather bindings from his ankles to his knees and the rest is loose black pants. His shirt is either a loose fitting black tunic or a harness. He often wears hooks in his face to stretch back the skin, furthering his freakish appearince and applying further pain.

Equipment : Two large blades that interconnect together into a large double bladed weapon.

Allegiance : Agnar

Personality : Malik is depraved and psychotic. He is addicted to pain and loves nothing more to feel and cause suffering. He is obessessed with blood, often drinking it, though he is not a vampire. He works as a mercenary merely for the chance to kill and when not employed of indulges in torture and serial murder. He is manic when fighting or killing and cares nothing for his own safety, often perposefully putting himself in the way of harm.
His mood is not always that of a happy one, for when he gone too long without spilling blood and causing violence his mood drops and he becomes more and more desperate to kill. At his most desperate he goes to foolish and almost suicidal lengths to kill. His lack of care for his own safety, his emotional instability, addiction to murder, and untrusworthiness are simultaniously his greatest assets and biggest weaknesses.

Brief History :Malik grew up a sickly and scrawny child with his 3 brothers and abusive parents in a small dirty village within the province High Rock. He was always odd and fragile and was often made fun of and made beaten by his brothers, the neighbor children, and his parents.. Malik constantly babbled and talk to himself whilst rocking back and forth soemtimes cowered and pleading before invisible creatures and hiding from unseen dangers.
He would always play on his own whilst talking to himself by a dirt stream, often while being berrated with dirt clods and rocks.
One day by the said stream at the age of 12 he discovered a corpse. He was fascinated by it and would visit it every day. He named it and talked to it. When it started to rot it fascinated him, he was enraptured by the organs within and the maggots and flies that feasted on it. He became fascinated with death and would capture small animals and dissect them. He went even further and staged elaborate ceremonies where he would drink the blood of the animals he captured.

When he was 17 he captured a homeless man and removed his organs and drank his blood. He was discovered by his brother, whom ran to tell. Malik panicked and struck his brother in the back of the head with a rock. Afterwards he drug the body away, performing more odd and twisted experiments with it. Driven by his obsession with death he continued his gruesome work, capturing neighbors and even a few family members, for his sickening experiments. It couldn't last unfortunatly, and he was discovered by the poor townsfolk. When they tried to capture him he fought back like a cornered rat, killing many of them. He fled into the woods.

For months he dwelled there, killing travelers and drifters and dissecting them in his hut. He was discovered and forced out of the woods after some time and took to traveling and killing. Now a grow man he has made a name for himself as a mercenary, doing what he loves best and making money for it.... most the time.

Note: I plan on committing to this RP. THis is in all the respects the same Malik as before, since WOH never happened in this RP I'll just have to do him over.

Ahh...return of the demented pyschopath.

Fun.

I gave him a bit of a rewrite, but he's generally the same

Okay, here's my character, after reading through I decided the heir needs another companion so here goes. Not, this is the same as my third Oblivion character, altered to fit this story.

Name: Penne

Race: Bosmer

Class: Sage Apprentice

Age: 45 (young looking)

Sex: The big M

Appearance: Penne is a young looking Bosmer who hasn't lost the wonder and innocence in his face. He has tan skin, green eyes and long brown loosely braided hair that's pretty tangled up and usually just tight in a pony tail for lack of enthusiam about his own hair, or appearance in general.

Equipment: Penne wears a large fur jacket and fure hood due to him not being used to the cold. He carries a wooden bow with him at all times with poison arrows, and a poison dagger coated in a very rare poison (causes paralize for 120 seconds) is his trump card that he doesn't want to use since the plants required are very hard to come by in Skyrim (they have to be grown in doors). Lastly, he carries the Amulet of The Sage which gives him a big bonus in Restoration and Magicka but silences Destruction.

Allegiance: Heir

Personality: Penne takes his personality as a combination between Alphone and Edward from Fullmetal Alchemist, to give people who have seen that show a good idea. He's extremely determined and tenacious and talks back a lot, but at the same time is very gentle, soft-hearted and sweet. He hates the sight of blood more than anything and sometimes finds himself pulling stupid moves because he doesn't want to see anybody, even his enemies, harmed. Though, he has grown more cynical since he was when he lived in Valenwood, and has grown to accept has a lesson from his teacher that life must be taken to preserve the cycle of life some times. He is often forced to bite his tongue and accept that despite his inner instincts to preserve all life all the time.

Brief History: Penne was born in Falinesti, Valenwood, though as far as he knows he's always lived in a Sage Temple deep in the forests. he doesn't know why he was left there or circumstances of his birth. he was raised a Sage and gained amstery of all things Alchemical, his search for knowledge taking him to all regions in order to sample different plants and learn their properties. At the age of forty-four his temple was assaulted by bandits hunting for an ancient artifact only three people in the temple knew the existence of. On the edge of death his master told Penne of the location of the artifact and gave him a scroll of Levitation and a scroll of Icarian flight (or some equal to it the master some how came across throughout his life's travels) and told Penne to take the artifact and use the two scrolls to escape once he had it. His master also told him after he landed not to return to Valenwood for at least ten years, and when he came back, he would be the new master of the temple.

Penne did as he was told, barely managing to escape the temple with the amulet of The Sage and fly off as the bandits closed in on him. He used levitation to land softly in a strange frozen place. Naive, and filled with memories of all his dead brothers at the temple, Penne set off to figure out what to do with the next decade.

(Note, the difference between this and him in OB is in OB he landed on top and Imperial guard and was arrested for assault)

Other Relevant Info: <snip> I decided to scratch this idea as it'd add too much complication.

You know it, you love it, Shogun's back.


Name: Sadril Darothril

Race: Dunmer (Was hoping there'd be a couple less of em, oh well. Just can't bring myself to play anything else)

Age: Well.... Due to his...condition it is plausable that he is quite old. In fact quite probable. You could almost say ancient. But he takes care of himself so he looks very young,

Class: Again I must be vague, he considers himself a Jack-of-all-trades, if you will. Granted, he has lived long enough to master a fair share of professions, but it's impossible to label him one particualr class. One day he may sport Ebony armor and a warhammer, the next, Glass and a bow, and later, a scroll toting mage... Who knows?

Sex: Male

Appearance: Young looking, Sadril has loose, oilly hair of a silver tone, brighter silver than usual for Dunmer. It grows wildly, but no lower than his neck, and usually hides his eyes, facial expressions, and otherwise genuinely handsome face. He stands at 5'9" and has the bodily appearance of an almost malnourished 20 year old, being unnaturally slender, but walks tall and gracefully. Usually garbed in black cloth armor (veterans of the night may recognize it as Shrouded Armor), but as stated in his class, will often change appearance. A quick glance of his smile may give away secrets to those who are observant, however.

Equipment: Constantly changes, most commonly however, he would be seen in the black cloth armor stated above and wielding a beautiful Akaviri Katana stained lightly with a red tint.

Allegiance: Allegiance? What's that?

Personality: UNDERGOING CHANGES

Brief History: Updated None is known about Sadril's past. He has played many important roles in his lifetime, but has never stuck to any one of them. Most recently however (I.E. the past 100 years or so) he has grown quite bored with daily life and began to, one by one, try out different guilds. The mage's guild disowned him because... Hell I'll just say it, he's a vampire; he left the fighter's guild complaining that they all whine too much and have egos bigger than their swords, and sword skills as he proved.. The thieves guild was to pacifistic for him, and the mythic dawn (he knows much about dark goin-ons) were to extremist and crazy.

The Dark Brotherhood was his last choice, and he became a widely accepted and valued member as he quickly rose through the ranks (being quite adept at the whole assassination thing). But, just recently, the DB he too left, though not quite as peacefully as the others (well the mage's guild was a fiasco, but that's a different story ). He left the DB because he felt it to be too ordered and civilised; and as he left he decided to go out with a bang and take one of their Speakers with him, just to show how much the DB relies on ordered powers. Although his plan backfired as he underestimated the Speaker's running speed, and Sadril was forced to settle with taking the life blood of a Silencer. He has since been pursued by the Dark Brotherhood, but they have yet to kill hm.


happy RPing

Welcome back sniper, nice to see you around again.

I think I promised you a picture of what Brianna looks like?

Well here she is, courtesy of Fethenwen!!

Brianna by Fethenwen



enjoy!

This is pretty much what my character looks like - Normal, when not wearing any armour

Geee Fuzz! That is one scary guy! Ohhh....very impressive...I like him but he scares the h*** outta me!

Hehe.. Well he doesn't look so much like him in the face, since that is a pretty human looking Half-Orc I think

the halfbloods take the mother's race anyway, occasionally with quite a few traits of the father popping up.

Yes....it´s true.....so Brianna just has a bit of her dad´s skin-color!

(It´s a real person in my pic)

Admit it Minque, you just wanted her to have blue skin.

Anyway, I'm formulating a second character for the agnar side, not all this information is complete and will be editted slowly before he's introduced. Any feedback would be great from dantrag if you think the agnar side needs a specialist of any sort.

Name: Al'Drake

Race: Ohmes-raht

Class: Haven't decided yet

Age: 35

Sex: Male

Appearance: Imagine for a moment a steel mask that obscures the face of the figure in front of you with only some strange yellow eyes staring at you from behind, Thick hair forms wild black dreadlocks only partially covered by what looks sort of like an orcish helmet connected to the mask like a catcher's helmet. Steam continuously exhales from the mouth holes. Thick fur pauldrons sit the soulders pinning down a sweeping black cape that falls across his back. Connected to the fur pauldrons is a ebony-scale cuirrass covered by a simple brown leather layering on each side. The grieves and gloves are made in a similar fashion. Along his back an silver longbow with a feint glow, along with a quiver of silver arrows. In his hand is a spear with a glass tip. That's all you'll ever see.

Equipment: Now for the technical information. His leather/ebony scales armor all fortifies both acrobatics and athletics. He has a couple simple topaz rings that, if he activates when the moon is shining (going off morrowind rules for this guy) give him constant effect 75% chameleon, while concurrently draining his fatigue. His amulet, the amulet of the hunt, gives him a constant effect detect creature bonus for 70 feet. The mask/helmet is a daedric artifact personally given to him by Hircine for running some errand. It's properties are unknown to even him, he was promised it was quite powerful, and exceeding useful, however. The silver bow is enchanted with burden and the arrows are poisioned with drain strength (you'll find out why). The spear is enchanted with nothing to help him in battle, however the back side doubles as a staff that casts "mark," a long lasting soultrap spell he casts on his target of choice, the catch being the tip of the spear can only injure, but will not kill anyone until either the mark wears off (in a week) or the execution is completed.

Allegiance: Agnar, eventually

Personality: What do expect from a daedra worshipper? He's secretive, subtle, calculating and by all means a true servant of Hircine. On the other hand, he's witty and careful in his choice of words, and definitely not a mute, he'll talk freely about anything, it's simply direct and serious, the only time he ever laughs is during the thrill of the hunt, though that can mean anything, even a game of chess or an argument, as long as there's some goal involved.

Brief History: Most of his past is unknown except that he was raised in Summerset Isle and most of his abilities and powers are as a direct result of being a devoted follower of Hircine all his life. His motives, or more importantly the motives of Hircine in using him and granted him his gifts, are unknown.

Other Relevant info: His introduction to the agnar side should take place when his Mark accidentally falls on a member of the heir party.

well this is my first RP ever (hooray). lets give it a shot.

Name: Tendyr Valerus

Race: Redguard

Class: custom class warrior

Age: 17

Sex: Male

Appearance: he has a young, calm face. he has coffee brown short hair. he is very muscular. he has blue eyes with a certain fire of anxiousness that all youth has.

Equipment: he wields an ancient dwarven longsword that has a fire enchantment that was given to him by his father a year ago as a gift before he passed away. He wears extravegently copious steel, and a an iron tower shield. his father also gave him a ring that increases his strenght by incredible amounts, but is cursed. the curse takes half his life away from him, so he only uses it in desperate sitiuations.

Alleigence: Agnar (are there many agnar's)

Personallity: Tendyr is very well-spoken and if somethings bothering him he will speak up. he also tries to take the role of leader sometimes which either gets him in trouble or hurt. he claims to be the best swordsman in the land. he is very cocky and very arrogant. but if you can somehow deal with his personallity you will be glad he's on your side.

Brief History: Born into a pauper family, in Gilane Hammerfell. tendyr wanted to help his family have a better life but at a very young age his mother was killed. so his father learned the art of armoring and made a living selling weapons. tendyr learned to weild a sword at the tender age of 11. since then he has become one of the greatest swordsman in all of Hammerfell. at 16 he left his father in search of work.

Sounds great, welcome aboard mate.

I love the balance of ubers and flaws

Nice, a Redguard!

Here's my Anti-Brianna character...

Name: Hecate

Race: Half-Nord / Half-Imperial

Class: Skilled Assassin

Age: 34

Sex: Male



Appearance: Black, short hair and keen black eyes. Light shades of grey on his cheeks. He looks very serious and focused. His face has nearly no expressions at all, doesn’t show any emotions. He is about average height, muscular built, strong in his legs and upper body. He is extremely quick, swift and light-footed. He has a tattoo of a strange looking symbol on his forearm of two half circles that doesn’t fit each other.

Equipment: He wears a dark cloak which reaches his ankles, usually wears a hood. He wears black light armor that can withstand most weapons and you can still move swiftly with it, the armor has several attribute enchantments. His boots has a neat flight spell enchantment on command. He wears several belts along his hip containing several poisoned throwing knives, potions, lock picks, scrolls and some rations. He also has two poisoned daggers, very well made and detailed, the blade of the daggers are formed like a flame. On his back he got a poisoned and enchanted katana which he only use if he comes in big fights. Inside his sleeve he got a small dagger with deadly poison on it. On his thigh he got a small pouch full of poisoned caltrops.

Allegiance: Anti-Brianna and Unborn Baby Movement

Personality: He is a very sinister person. He usually doesn’t reveal any emotions at all due to a long life of assassinating people. He is a focused man, focused on his objective and has a high willpower. He is also a charismatic character, good to bridge and get information out of people one way or another. He always have a good time killing people and sometimes he usually unleash a sinister laughter when slowly killing his victims.

Brief History: Unnecessary, the less you know – the better.

Other Relevant info: Hecate is a toxin user. He uses venom on every blade he has. He uses Hemotoxin which is a toxin that attacks red blood cells, this causes organ degeneration and generalized tissue damage. An injury due to a hemotoxic agent is very painful, and permanent damage, such as loss of an affected limb, is possible even with prompt treatment.
He also uses Myotoxin that leads to muscle necrosis. These peptides act very quickly, causing instantaneous paralysis (to prevent prey from escaping and eventually death due to diaphragmatic paralysis – In other words, kills because muscles in the ribcage that is essential for the lungs and heart to work if I remember right)
In the end Batrachotoxin which is very deadly simply because it goes straight for the heart and kills within a very short amount of time. It destroys nerves and paralyses the heart muscles. In real life, there’s still no antidote for this poison.

Sorry about this, but have been studying toxins lately.

Holy. Crap.

Exactly my opinion as well......

Good thing thats the ARCH-ENEMY else that'd be FAR to uber... poisons *shudder* time to take out the ol' crossbow...

He's not the arch-enemy, neither is he uber... It's only toxins, Brianna will manage to cure those in some way

I think he will die in the end, so don't wurry Hunter

Oh aye.....she will! Don´t worry most toxins have antidotes....it´s really just normal...

Not Batrachotoxin... Mouhahahaa

But it wouldn't be any worse then enchantments, he uses these to either buy time or kill the enemy faster. Bump into Hecate and you'll see how I use them, you'll only have a brief moment of pain that you would only experiance if tortured in Oblivion

Note: Dwemer Crossbow, means I don't need to be ANYWHERE near you, I'd love to see him throw one of those daggers 250 Meters... (upward)

Cure poison stops any poison!

I would hope so! Especially the special "Cure Poison-spell" that Brianna have...otherwise it would be ......fatal!

After research - Only the batrachotoxin is actually a poison since it's not injected, it's on the skin of some certain types of frogs, for defense.

The others are toxins and doesn't go under poison... Just gotta balance this or those toxins have no use at all

Here he is, arch-baddie.

Name: Veric Astien

Race: Breton

Class: Mage... No, Uber Mage

Age: 70

Sex: Male

Appearance: Well.... In his normal form ( ) he is a young Breton (despite being 70; see below) Clean cut, shaved, greying black hair is pulled back into a ponytail reaching his shoulders. Roughly 5'10", normal build. Wears a multitude of different robes, but most commonly an elegant deep crimson colored robe with hood. No matter what form he takes on ( again) he always has prevalent clear, yellow eyes.

Equipment: Other than the clothes on his back, he favors an elegant Ebonyshortsword, but rarely uses it. He also has staffs stored away for... Special situations.

Alegiance: Anti-Prophecy

Brief History: To Be Announced (More than likely won't though, it is unimportant.)

Other Relavent Info: He is a skilled spellcaster. He prides himself in being the best in all of Tamriel in fact. A master of Destruction, Alteration, and Illusion, and being an expert in all other forms of Magicka. He has an ability, however, unnatural for most. The ability to shapeshift, perhaps attributed to his fluency in Alteration and Illusion. Being able to change the tone of his skin and his face for a short time, he believes he has far from mastered it. It still is quite useful, despite him being unable to do too much with the overall build of his body. Veric has looked into exactly what gives him this ability, but is still uncertain. A strong theory points to being born under a rare starsign...

Uber? He is the bad guy . If anyone has a serious problem with the shapeshifting though, let me know. But yeah, he's powerful. Like a Destruction skill to destroy taverns powerful.

I think you should have him gradually learn more and more about his shapeshifting...

think so? yeah that's not a bad idea, add some depth and stuff. thanks for the idear

You could pull some Robert Jordan stuff where dangerous circumstances make him 'accidentally' do something ridiculous, like turn into an ogre or something, and then after that, he remembers it...

Just an idea.

O.o
never read any of the WoT series.. but i see what you are saying i think.

edit: or any of his other stuff for that matter

Heh heh heh... you know what be Funny? he's walking down the street and suddenly (prefurable to his surprise) he turns into a woman...
Not dissin' the girls... just think it'd be a... odd... experince

Hey I just want to post a character here... a character who has been in my mind alot lately... by the way I dont know if I'm allowed here so if I'm not... sorry...


Name: Abyss

Race: Nord / Altmer

Class: Exile (actually he just likes killing and he is kinda like a battlemage)

Age: unknown (he looks like he is 21)

Sex: Male

Alligance: whatever fits his interests at the moment

Apperance: he wares loose black pants and nothing more... his skin is pale as hell... well the skin not covered by his demonic tattoos... he is bald... even his face and head are covered by tattos... and his eye color is gray

Equipment / Weapons: none... his tattos come to life and take form of weapons or magic... for example his tatto on his left hand comes to life and acts like a snake that can slice through anything... his tattoo in his left arm becomes a giant scimitar with a black shadowy chain conected to his arm... kinda like in god of war...

Brief History: He is a madman with bloodlust and a fetish for destruction... he does not talk much but his eyes reveal how he feels... like emotions and such...

Other Info: He loves to kill and destroy... I mean he even torrtures children... like braking there bones and such... he loves pain... he is the pure manifistation of evil... and he loves using leech spells such as absorb life to regenerate his own health...


And if I am not allowed here than sorry but I realy felt like posting the information of this character for a while now...

By the way... anyone who has read A DEAD MAN'S TALE should know who I'm taliking about... well the finally of the story reveals this character a bit...

I think you MIGHT want to scribble out the "Cuts through anything" part...

Okay... but I realy think that the snake thingy cutting through anything was one of his best feature.... can I atleast put "cutting through almost anything"...

I think that would be pretty fair... But note to the first person who trys to kill me: I got an evil plan using something I mentioned. (or someone else mentioned heh heh heh)

i take you plan on joining then right? as far as cutting through anything... that is too vague. if someone blocks it with a sword, you could always come back with a *cuts through your sword*

you can make it pretty damn good, but when it comes to interfering with the equipment/belongings of another character you have to draw a line. plus it's hard to grow accustomed to a really strong character who is being played by someone who we have never seen roleplay before. things can get ugly

I realy wasnt going to join myself... I just wanted to post this guy's information... I just thought he was realy cool and needed to share him with the rest of the world... but yeah... if anyone wants to use him thats alright by me... I myself are writing his own fan fic... damn... I revealed to much information already... o well...

P.S. When I said cutting through anything I meant like fleash... of course some one should be able to block his attacks with a shield or sword or whaterver... because if they could not... than that means this guy is too damn powerful...

oh well in that case we really dont have a say in what your character does this was meant for posting characters for the rp, but since the damage has been done, and fan-fics are pretty close to roleplaying..

well, nice character very unique idea with the tatoos if i do say so. an inhumanly old age would make him cool IMO, even if he still appears twenty-one.

Here's that follow-up assassin. Brought back an oldie that I rarely used. (changed some stuff with the gloves though)

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Name: Cerpin Taxt (often called Shifter)

Race: Originally altmer

Age: 1023

Allegiance: Agnar/Baddie

Class: Mage/Assassin

Personality: Very quiet and reserved, he is almost a legend, a person told of in scary children's stories. He is a killer, through and through, and he doesn't do it for money or for any sense of values; he merely likes killing, and the challenge of doing so. He often puts strange limits on himself, for example, when he camps, he would rather take the time to light a fire using flint and steel rather than just casting a fire spell on some wood.

Brief History: Cerpin was born of a family of mages; his mother, father, and three siblings were all mages. He was no different, except for the fact that he seemed to like challenges more than anyone else; he would often limit himself, making tasks much harder than they actually were. His entire family put a combined effort into creating a spell that would allow them to switch bodies with each other. When his family would retire for the night, Cerpin would often study the notes himself, and think of many tweaks and additions to the spell. When the family finally decided to make the spell, Cerpin had other ideas. He brought along a pair of black gloves; one already enchanted, and one that was about to be. When his family began the incantations, Cerpin caught them unawares, and caused the spell that they were chanting to enchant his glove. When there was not enough magic power amongst the family to complete the task, Cerpin found a way to use his familiy's life energy to fuel it. Cerpin has lived many lifetimes by switching bodies with passerbys and then killing his old body, and the soul that had just made its way into it. He find pleasure in hunting his victims; he often follows them for months, sometimes years, before finding the most opportune moment to strike and assume control of their bodies.

Equipment: His pair of black gloves (The left allows him to switch bodies with anyone that is caught unaware, or doesn't have the willpower to resist him, and the right keeps a wandering soul from taking over the empty shell of a body he leaves behind), he wears a black cloak over a black tunic, aiding him in moving unseen, despite the fact that he has the capability to cast chameleon and invisibility on himself.

(he now walks in the form of a thin, pale imperial, with very thin, long black hair, and odd yellow eyes that seem to follow him no matter what body he assumes, as is common in the different forms of shapeshifters.)

hello everyone.... saw this rp... and couldnt resist....Here's my char from oblivion and morrowind....(no pic yet.... learning how to mess w/textures...)

Name: Sasal Valor
Race: Dunmer
Sex: Male
Age: 45
Class: Crusader
Alligance:To Peace, Repent, and Education

Appearance: 5'10, a bit more stalkier than normal dunmers. Has long gray hair but usualy keeps it in a bun while wearing his helmet. Can be intentified by his Ghastly Scar across his mouth(its a bit pink, its healing.) His eyes are light burgandy on the outer parts, and works its way to a crimson red at his pupils.

Equpment/appearal/weapons:He is usualy caught wearing a full suit of black disenchanted ordinator armor previously used by the guards of almalexia of morrowind. His Weapon is a Scimitar Forged by an unknown blacksmith who was trying to make an equvalent to the neverar's blade, The Trueflame, but enchantments were all wrong and its effects differed from the trueflame.For one, the sword rather shoves and pushes an opponent rather that cut and burn. And The
flames that spout from the sword is a deep violet than a red/orange fire. In his bag are high potions that heal poison and conseals one with chameleon.

History: Previously from mournhold, the capital of morrowind, he was a troubled young renagade ordinator, affected by family deaths and Nordic mead. He had left his homeland, his past life and memories and dedicated himself to Atoning for his sins by helping, protecting, and caring for anyone who needed his help. He wandered
the world, helping everyone he could along the way, thus working his way to the throat of the world in skyrim, Tamriel's highest mountain(not counting the vvardenfell mountains) where he meditated in silence for years, treking between the mountain and all the way to haafingar once a year.

Personal interests and habits: Likes to eat cheese, scrib jerky, bread all together.Tends to rub his scar across his mouth alot. His prized possesion is his helmet, which he recived from his brother when he died. his scimitar is known to incapacitate one with heavy blows and strikes. Laughs alot. Secretly carries a few tankards of nordic mead(he was a drunkard in morrowind)

After I came here to post about Abyss my curiosity reached it's peaked so I decided to join... and I am going to take every one's advice and make a not as powerful character... so here he is...

Name: Maze

Age: 133 (but he looks like he is 21)

Race: Nord / Altmer

Alligence: whatever benefits him

Class: ShadowCaster (a warrior infuse with black magic )

Apperance: Maze is a very tall nord... he is 6 feet tall and 3 inches... he wares black baggy torn pants... and he wares boots, chestpiece, left pauldron, and left gaunlet made out of this black unknown material witch are decorated with green tribal symbols... he has pale skin... and several black with green tattoo's all over his body, including the edges of his face... he has long obsidian black hair that reaches down to his shoulders... and his eyes are an emotionless gray...

Personality: He loves battle and to kill... since that is the only time he feels alive... he keeps his thoughts to himself and tries to stay two steps ahead from his enemies... he is not shy but he perfers to keep his oppinions to himself... he was not much of a bad guy to begin with... but after a houndred years of pain and misery twisted him into being pure evil... he kills without mercy and without a second thought to it... he also likes to mess with peoples heads... no matter what he does and where he travels his horrible past keeps haunting him and killing him from the inside...

Weapons / Equipment: An ebony cutlass and a silver / ebony sinister looking dagger... also an amulet that has constent effect of night eye...

Abilities / Strenght: Maze is an incredible sword master who combines his physical strenghts with black magic... his favorite spell is a giant ball of negetive energy that he hurls at his enemies... and it explodes on contact... he also has some knowledge in necromancy... and likes to do this cool shadow thingy....

History: Maze was once Mehrunes Dagon's champion and worshiper... until one day his master betrayed him... he dissapeared from the face of the world for one hundred years... all of a sudden he returned... wandering the world with no purpose... other than to do battle and kill others...


What do you guy's think about my character... not to shabby if I do say so myself... anyways I am knew to Role Play... so if anyone wants fo fill me in on what is going on... please feel free to pm me... or just post and let me know here

Nice character!

If you need a summary of the plot so far/what we have planned, just post in the planning thread or PM me and I'll try to help you out.

Yay! A dark and sinister version of... ummmm... some random guy!


In other words: Nice to see a new character falling into this Rp!