QUOTE(ShogunSniper @ Nov 29 2006, 11:03 PM) 
+1 for the baddies. sweet.
that makes how many?
Ja, no idea though. Bad guys are usually undermanned though.
Guess the benefits suck..
Full Version: To Heir is Human II - Characters
+1 for the baddies. sweet.
that makes how many?
Ja, no idea though. Bad guys are usually undermanned though.
Guess the benefits suck..
No more undermanningness!!
Name : Asven Darius
Race : Imperial
Class : Warrior
Age : 21
Sex : Male
Appearance : Tall and broad-shouldered, he is built perfectly for brute force. He has a clean shaven head and face, and numerous scars from battles that he apparently won.
Equipment : He carries both a warhammer and a greatsword, both strapped onto his back in a criss-cross fashion. He normally wears a set of slightly rusting Legion armor, due to his former occupation.
Personality : Violent, unable to control his temper, bloodthirsty, animalistic (with good reason)
Brief History : Grew up in a Legion family; his father was in the Legion, his father's father, and so on, and it was no surprise that he was as well. He served in Solstheim with a near-perfect service record before becoming infected with lycanthropy. He became violent then, killing nearly a dozen fellow soldiers in wolf form. After that, he ran off with nothing but his armor, hoping to control his mind. Eventually, the disease took control and dictated his thoughts and actions.
Name : Asven Darius
Race : Imperial
Class : Warrior
Age : 21
Sex : Male
Appearance : Tall and broad-shouldered, he is built perfectly for brute force. He has a clean shaven head and face, and numerous scars from battles that he apparently won.
Equipment : He carries both a warhammer and a greatsword, both strapped onto his back in a criss-cross fashion. He normally wears a set of slightly rusting Legion armor, due to his former occupation.
Personality : Violent, unable to control his temper, bloodthirsty, animalistic (with good reason)
Brief History : Grew up in a Legion family; his father was in the Legion, his father's father, and so on, and it was no surprise that he was as well. He served in Solstheim with a near-perfect service record before becoming infected with lycanthropy. He became violent then, killing nearly a dozen fellow soldiers in wolf form. After that, he ran off with nothing but his armor, hoping to control his mind. Eventually, the disease took control and dictated his thoughts and actions.
Name: Sadril Darothril
Picture *yay* you just gotta imagine him dunmeri and in black.
Race: Dunmer
Class: Shadow fits him nicely.
Age: Pretty damn old.
Sex: Male
Appearance: Young looking, about in his 20's it would seem. Wild bright silver hair growing no longer than the bottom of his neck. His hair is usually brushed aside but will sometimes hide his face if he is aiming for the effect it gives. When not hidden his face is handsome for a Dunmer and not as bony as most vampire's. His 5'9" build is quite thin which leads most foes to think he is weak. Most foes Sadril comes across die quite quickly. His eyes are the usual crimson Dunmeri eyes, but frosted over by his curse. Vampiric teeth of course. (He looks the same as twenty years ago)
Personallity: Again I leave out. Unlike things like appearance, age, equipment, etc. personallity of a character is in every post made with that character. Similar to Veric's, only less sadistic, more fun loving.
Equipment: Sadril ditched the Shrouded Armor he acquired from joining the Dark Brotherhood. He now wears simple black clothing and a dark cloak; no armor. His weapon, a strikingly beautiful Akaviri Katana etched with an engraving of an intricate rose stem spanning the length of the blade. It has served by his side for almost two hundred years now and has thusly stained light crimson. It is his most valued possession. He also carries with him a yellow amulet some may recognize to be identical to one Veric wore around his neck openly. Sadril keeps it in a pocket however.
Brief History: He does what he will. He served protecting Brianna as well as hunting her down. He is your best ally and worst enemy at the same time.
Other Relavent Info.: He is a vampire. The yellow amulet combined with a maintained supply of blood for some hundreds of years allow him to walk in daylight suffering only a headache and slightly impaired senses. His swordsmanship is surpassed by few, and his reflexes by even fewer due to his hightened vampiric senses. Little experience with anything other than illusion Magick, however he possesses an ability to 'speak' to shadows. But it is more likely a mental illness.
Picture *yay* you just gotta imagine him dunmeri and in black.
Race: Dunmer
Class: Shadow fits him nicely.
Age: Pretty damn old.
Sex: Male
Appearance: Young looking, about in his 20's it would seem. Wild bright silver hair growing no longer than the bottom of his neck. His hair is usually brushed aside but will sometimes hide his face if he is aiming for the effect it gives. When not hidden his face is handsome for a Dunmer and not as bony as most vampire's. His 5'9" build is quite thin which leads most foes to think he is weak. Most foes Sadril comes across die quite quickly. His eyes are the usual crimson Dunmeri eyes, but frosted over by his curse. Vampiric teeth of course. (He looks the same as twenty years ago)
Personallity: Again I leave out. Unlike things like appearance, age, equipment, etc. personallity of a character is in every post made with that character. Similar to Veric's, only less sadistic, more fun loving.
Equipment: Sadril ditched the Shrouded Armor he acquired from joining the Dark Brotherhood. He now wears simple black clothing and a dark cloak; no armor. His weapon, a strikingly beautiful Akaviri Katana etched with an engraving of an intricate rose stem spanning the length of the blade. It has served by his side for almost two hundred years now and has thusly stained light crimson. It is his most valued possession. He also carries with him a yellow amulet some may recognize to be identical to one Veric wore around his neck openly. Sadril keeps it in a pocket however.
Brief History: He does what he will. He served protecting Brianna as well as hunting her down. He is your best ally and worst enemy at the same time.
Other Relavent Info.: He is a vampire. The yellow amulet combined with a maintained supply of blood for some hundreds of years allow him to walk in daylight suffering only a headache and slightly impaired senses. His swordsmanship is surpassed by few, and his reflexes by even fewer due to his hightened vampiric senses. Little experience with anything other than illusion Magick, however he possesses an ability to 'speak' to shadows. But it is more likely a mental illness.
Just copy/paste from the old characters thread. Hecate is maybe twenty years older but won't let this has such an impact on how good he is. Maybe Veric could boost him a bit.
If I have time I'll post his escape later tonight.
Name
Hecate
Race
Half-Nord / Half-Imperial
Class
Skilled Assassin
Age
54
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
Bad Guy
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.
Relevant Information
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.
Jepp, I did study toxins and poisons at that time...
If I have time I'll post his escape later tonight.
Name
Hecate
Race
Half-Nord / Half-Imperial
Class
Skilled Assassin
Age
54
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
Bad Guy
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.
Relevant Information
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.
Jepp, I did study toxins and poisons at that time...
Arco will join as well, won't have any huge role or something as said the description just seems a bit stupid to let him stalk the group through the first THIH than he's off again...
Name
Arezt ‘Arco’ Colerion
Race
Dunmer
Class
Warrior
Age
135
Sex
Male
Appearance
Arco’s appearance has changed a lot over the years, not as it used to be during A Mystery Unleashed. He no longer has his long black hair, he’s now bald. The circular tattoo he had on his chin was razed off by a knife and was replaced by an easy and simple tattoo which looks like an outline of Azura. Fiery red eyes as usual, a distinctive feature about him really. Very muscular looking, with long slim muscles. His shoulders, arms and legs are the muscles that looks extremely well trained because of fighting for over a century. His height is somewhat over six feet - Nothing more special about his appearance.
Equipment
Arco wears his good old black cloak still, strapped to his pauldrons and reaches down to his ankles – thick but surprisingly light cloak. His base armor is mostly dark red cloth and thin leather supplied by the Ashlanders, offers a small percentage of protection without having any effects on his dexterity. Above that he wears as masterworked Daedric cuirass, specially forged for him – it’s thin and mobile but still offers very good protection, same for his gauntlets, greaves, boots and pauldrons. Across his waist he wears a bandoleer (a belt with pouches etc. strapped onto it) containing repair tools, rations and money. Along with a potion belt containing all kinds of different potions – including invisibility, cure wounds, cure poison, fortify strength and agility and more useful. Strapped to a third belt he has the Colerion Sword Collection, two black sheaths with Daedric edges all you can see is the curved hilts when his weapons are sheathed. The blades are curved katanas looking rather like scimitars; the blades are composite of both Daedric and Ebony. Their color looks like some dim black metal with a small Daedric edge.
Both his blades are enchanted, but don’t look so until the blade is reflected by light. Arco has changed the enchantment on his blades though, his first blade is now enchanted with a strong drain energy spell – draining the victims’ endurance, strength and agility – he also poisons this blade in between. His second blade is enchanted with a drain magicka spell, efficient against spell casters obviously. Neither of the blades isn’t actually light, but a century of using blades has made them feel like waving a feather for Arco.
Allegiance
Good
Personality
Even thought he has changed there’s still the good old signs left in him, he’s quiet as usual, determined but he does less of the disappearing act. He has a strong will which makes him push himself hard when different situations occur. He doesn’t like to be underestimated either. He has also grown somewhat more sensible since last time in A Mystery Unleashed.
Brief History
History is still the same, so won’t post it as it doesn’t really matter now anyway.
Relevant
Arco’s role in the roleplay will be somewhat minor. For the group he’ll be like a trick up the sleeve, being a very good backup along with being the guru in the group as he is so damn old when compared to everyone else along with very good experience with prophesies..
Name
Arezt ‘Arco’ Colerion
Race
Dunmer
Class
Warrior
Age
135
Sex
Male
Appearance
Arco’s appearance has changed a lot over the years, not as it used to be during A Mystery Unleashed. He no longer has his long black hair, he’s now bald. The circular tattoo he had on his chin was razed off by a knife and was replaced by an easy and simple tattoo which looks like an outline of Azura. Fiery red eyes as usual, a distinctive feature about him really. Very muscular looking, with long slim muscles. His shoulders, arms and legs are the muscles that looks extremely well trained because of fighting for over a century. His height is somewhat over six feet - Nothing more special about his appearance.
Equipment
Arco wears his good old black cloak still, strapped to his pauldrons and reaches down to his ankles – thick but surprisingly light cloak. His base armor is mostly dark red cloth and thin leather supplied by the Ashlanders, offers a small percentage of protection without having any effects on his dexterity. Above that he wears as masterworked Daedric cuirass, specially forged for him – it’s thin and mobile but still offers very good protection, same for his gauntlets, greaves, boots and pauldrons. Across his waist he wears a bandoleer (a belt with pouches etc. strapped onto it) containing repair tools, rations and money. Along with a potion belt containing all kinds of different potions – including invisibility, cure wounds, cure poison, fortify strength and agility and more useful. Strapped to a third belt he has the Colerion Sword Collection, two black sheaths with Daedric edges all you can see is the curved hilts when his weapons are sheathed. The blades are curved katanas looking rather like scimitars; the blades are composite of both Daedric and Ebony. Their color looks like some dim black metal with a small Daedric edge.
Both his blades are enchanted, but don’t look so until the blade is reflected by light. Arco has changed the enchantment on his blades though, his first blade is now enchanted with a strong drain energy spell – draining the victims’ endurance, strength and agility – he also poisons this blade in between. His second blade is enchanted with a drain magicka spell, efficient against spell casters obviously. Neither of the blades isn’t actually light, but a century of using blades has made them feel like waving a feather for Arco.
Allegiance
Good
Personality
Even thought he has changed there’s still the good old signs left in him, he’s quiet as usual, determined but he does less of the disappearing act. He has a strong will which makes him push himself hard when different situations occur. He doesn’t like to be underestimated either. He has also grown somewhat more sensible since last time in A Mystery Unleashed.
Brief History
History is still the same, so won’t post it as it doesn’t really matter now anyway.
Relevant
Arco’s role in the roleplay will be somewhat minor. For the group he’ll be like a trick up the sleeve, being a very good backup along with being the guru in the group as he is so damn old when compared to everyone else along with very good experience with prophesies..
Ah well..can´t resist, here´s Serene again!
Serene Vantinius-Sarethi, beloved wife of Serjo Athyn Sarethi in Ald´ruhn.
Imperial
67 years old
(she looks as she´s 40 though, magic huh? )
Very experienced mage and healer
Well known to all who have heard of Arcyakt the evil demon who terrorized Vvardenfell many years ago.
All she wants is to live a calm and happy life in Ald´ruhn. Naturally she´s into politics as well, because of her inborn concern about the small people. She is goodhearted and kind....except if someone is threatening her family..then she turns into a lethal weapon. -Her magical skills are outstanding!
Now she have had some weird dreams......dreams about something will happen to Satyana, her darling granddaughter, who currently is living in Chorrol, studying at the University there.
Serene decides she´ll have to go there....under the name of Adriana Moranis......because she´s afraid to reveal her true identity. She dyes her hair dark-grey, dresses in a bulky robe to hide her features and sets off towards Ebonheart
Serene/Adriana
You´ll have to imagine her hair grey!
Serene Vantinius-Sarethi, beloved wife of Serjo Athyn Sarethi in Ald´ruhn.
Imperial
67 years old
(she looks as she´s 40 though, magic huh? )Very experienced mage and healer
Well known to all who have heard of Arcyakt the evil demon who terrorized Vvardenfell many years ago.
All she wants is to live a calm and happy life in Ald´ruhn. Naturally she´s into politics as well, because of her inborn concern about the small people. She is goodhearted and kind....except if someone is threatening her family..then she turns into a lethal weapon. -Her magical skills are outstanding!
Now she have had some weird dreams......dreams about something will happen to Satyana, her darling granddaughter, who currently is living in Chorrol, studying at the University there.
Serene decides she´ll have to go there....under the name of Adriana Moranis......because she´s afraid to reveal her true identity. She dyes her hair dark-grey, dresses in a bulky robe to hide her features and sets off towards Ebonheart
Serene/Adriana
You´ll have to imagine her hair grey!
I thought in AMU she was betrothed to.. oh snizzap.. what was his name.. The redguard? Am I missing something (yes I know I was absent over THIH 1.. 
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QUOTE(Channler @ Dec 3 2006, 02:27 AM)
I thought in AMU she was betrothed to.. oh snizzap.. what was his name.. The redguard? Am I missing something (yes I know I was absent over THIH 1..
)Aye!She was together with Jonacin then! that´s right, but..you know, things change....and husbands also!
Name: Eurod Galdun
Race: Nord/imperial
Class: Knight
Age: 27
Sex: Male
Appearance: Eurod has golden blond hair that is not long but not cut very short either. He is very ripped and is fast as well. His eyes are a crystal blue and he has an even tan. He is 6 feet tall and has a less round face than most nords, due to his imperial blood.
Brief History: Eurod is the leader of the military forces in Bruma County. He is firey but kind, and chivalrous through and through. His city and his friends can count on his help and his men are completely loyal. Eurod is not from Cyrodiil, however, he is not even from mainland Tamriel. He grew up as a warrior of the Skaal, but when his father was killed by werewolves and his mother developed lycantropy, he felt all was lost for him and left Solsteim at the age of 17. He has worked as a guard since age 18 and fought at the battle for Bruma in the Oblivion Crisis.
Equipment: He wears steel armor and rides atop a noble white steed. He has a large two handed claymore, though he is so strong he uses one hand with ease. He has trained a Bruma's army and many fight on horseback, making getting across the huge county easier.
Could he know anyone already? Of the good guys I mean. Anyone will do.
Race: Nord/imperial
Class: Knight
Age: 27
Sex: Male
Appearance: Eurod has golden blond hair that is not long but not cut very short either. He is very ripped and is fast as well. His eyes are a crystal blue and he has an even tan. He is 6 feet tall and has a less round face than most nords, due to his imperial blood.
Brief History: Eurod is the leader of the military forces in Bruma County. He is firey but kind, and chivalrous through and through. His city and his friends can count on his help and his men are completely loyal. Eurod is not from Cyrodiil, however, he is not even from mainland Tamriel. He grew up as a warrior of the Skaal, but when his father was killed by werewolves and his mother developed lycantropy, he felt all was lost for him and left Solsteim at the age of 17. He has worked as a guard since age 18 and fought at the battle for Bruma in the Oblivion Crisis.
Equipment: He wears steel armor and rides atop a noble white steed. He has a large two handed claymore, though he is so strong he uses one hand with ease. He has trained a Bruma's army and many fight on horseback, making getting across the huge county easier.
Could he know anyone already? Of the good guys I mean. Anyone will do.
yo i drew a pic of sadril, im happy with it, you just gotta imagine him ashen skinned and in dark clothing and with silver hair
*yay*
*yay*
Eurod could've met Flogir during the Oblivion Crisis. Flogir was sent to Bruma to help assist the town when they had a greater Oblivion Gate problem. Plus, Flogir frequents that town quite often.
And Nords (whether half, quarter, or full) stick together!
And Nords (whether half, quarter, or full) stick together!
Yay, they can be friends then. Hmm well when the battle for the east takes place he'll ride to their help, afterall they need an army to fight an army.
((I'm BAAAAAaaack! For the third Time...))
Name : Tritus Julius
Race :Imperial
Class :Axe Sneak(Axe wielding Thief with some alchemy and healer magic)
Age : 27
Sex : Yes Please((Had too...)) Male
Appearance : Tall, his red hair is somewhat strange for an Imperial, Although is is one. HAs a small mustace and Goatee, like Indigo Montoya(Hehe..."prepare to Die!"). Wears his Glass armor underneath a plain brown robe, as well as his axes, though with disguised slits in it for easy access. His Main battle axes are on his hips, , while he has thowing axes strapped to his thighs, kidney area and back, all with handles within easy reaching distance.
Equipment : Yeah, Axes Galore...
Personality : Joking and fun, though he seems to have a particular smart-boat streak in him...
Brief History :Grew up in the streets of the Imperial city, he clawed his way up the heirarchy to an indepedent theif. As such, the Guild Does't like him as much as normal thieves...After getting in a little too much heat in the City, he took to traveling around, taking what he needed. He happens to wander past the gates of Bruma just as things get a little interesting...
Other Relevant info : Has a small amulet of so far seen no value, but keeps it for his own reasons...
Name : Tritus Julius
Race :Imperial
Class :Axe Sneak(Axe wielding Thief with some alchemy and healer magic)
Age : 27
Sex : Yes Please((Had too...)) Male
Appearance : Tall, his red hair is somewhat strange for an Imperial, Although is is one. HAs a small mustace and Goatee, like Indigo Montoya(Hehe..."prepare to Die!"). Wears his Glass armor underneath a plain brown robe, as well as his axes, though with disguised slits in it for easy access. His Main battle axes are on his hips, , while he has thowing axes strapped to his thighs, kidney area and back, all with handles within easy reaching distance.
Equipment : Yeah, Axes Galore...
Personality : Joking and fun, though he seems to have a particular smart-boat streak in him...
Brief History :Grew up in the streets of the Imperial city, he clawed his way up the heirarchy to an indepedent theif. As such, the Guild Does't like him as much as normal thieves...After getting in a little too much heat in the City, he took to traveling around, taking what he needed. He happens to wander past the gates of Bruma just as things get a little interesting...
Other Relevant info : Has a small amulet of so far seen no value, but keeps it for his own reasons...
Thanks Neck, now we have to die... again
Seriously though, your character seems nice
Seriously though, your character seems nice
Thanks...Dieing is fun... Yeah...not tomany people up in that area is there...Bruma I mean...
Name: Kirana/The Wandering Sage
Race: Altmer
Gender: Female
Class: Private Contracter (yes, another agent)
Age (chroniclogical, sp.) : 73
(physical/ in appearance) :28
Appearance: Kirana is tall and slender, but not exactly intimidating. She wears crimson robes and hood (like the Mythic Dawn), her eyes are brown, and her skin is the typical Altmer gold. Her shoulder-length, metallic grey hair is worn "natural" style.
Equipment:
Scrolls: Though Kirana is an accomplished mage, she carries scrolls that have magical effects that she has not completely mastered.
Spell Tomes (like the mod)- Ever a passionate teacher of magical knowledge, Kirana carries various texts of lore and ancient literacy. She enjoys passing on her experience to young practitioners of the Schools of Magic.
Personality: Her love teaching others knowledge of the arcane arts is only matched by her avid testing and study of magic as a scholar. Kirana is also a well-schooled historian, capable of putting pen to parchment vivid describtions of key events in Tamriel's histiry and her own life.
Aside from being a teacher and scholar, Kirana is also very protective of those she becomes close to emotionally. However as an agent, she is also a skilled minipulater, willing to outwit a person as well as aid them in discovering their potential.
Kirana is occassionally flirtive, not promisquous, but enjoys winning people's trust, especially the trust of those she is sent to eliminate.
Brief History: that would be way too much information for now.......
Relevant Info- She's an expert at Alteration, Illusion, Destruction, and Mysticism. But Kirana is also a seasoned hand to hand fighter.
Race: Altmer
Gender: Female
Class: Private Contracter (yes, another agent)
Age (chroniclogical, sp.) : 73
(physical/ in appearance) :28
Appearance: Kirana is tall and slender, but not exactly intimidating. She wears crimson robes and hood (like the Mythic Dawn), her eyes are brown, and her skin is the typical Altmer gold. Her shoulder-length, metallic grey hair is worn "natural" style.
Equipment:
Scrolls: Though Kirana is an accomplished mage, she carries scrolls that have magical effects that she has not completely mastered.
Spell Tomes (like the mod)- Ever a passionate teacher of magical knowledge, Kirana carries various texts of lore and ancient literacy. She enjoys passing on her experience to young practitioners of the Schools of Magic.
Personality: Her love teaching others knowledge of the arcane arts is only matched by her avid testing and study of magic as a scholar. Kirana is also a well-schooled historian, capable of putting pen to parchment vivid describtions of key events in Tamriel's histiry and her own life.
Aside from being a teacher and scholar, Kirana is also very protective of those she becomes close to emotionally. However as an agent, she is also a skilled minipulater, willing to outwit a person as well as aid them in discovering their potential.
Kirana is occassionally flirtive, not promisquous, but enjoys winning people's trust, especially the trust of those she is sent to eliminate.
Brief History: that would be way too much information for now.......
Relevant Info- She's an expert at Alteration, Illusion, Destruction, and Mysticism. But Kirana is also a seasoned hand to hand fighter.
Oh, neat. Perhaps she and Flint can go sit around a campfire and trade that jumpspell for a waterwalk spell or something. (Flint hates wet landings)
hey Revan, you forgot the ultra creepy "talk-to-the-animal" powers
That was just a mixture of command, calm, and maybe, charm powers. All of which are Illusion, and she's naturally persuasive.
I guess this is a revised profile for Sarin Valor.... need to break in the joints... and the new comp
Name:Sarin Valor
Age:18
Sex:Male
Race:Dunmer
Class:Telvani PMC Special Forces(private millitary contracter; no cheesey-ness intended revan^)
Appearance: Bears similar resemblance to Sasal Valor; light scar across his mouth, purple/burgendy(sp?) eyes, Very light skinned for a dunmer, thin and combed ebony black hair. His height is 5'8" His main weapon his a brush which he draws out his weapons and summonings with magicka, and he carries his 'fathers' scimitar for luck. He wears an unidentifiable chain mail under his black cotton outfit. His rucksack carries various booze and some potions, but the majoity of the weight goes to scrib jerky.He wears black boots made for both combat and infiltration. He wears well black woven pants,a shirt and Black gloves for light combat and stealth. He wears a black mask in the design of a dragon.
Personality: He is like an emo marrionette still stifling with his feelings.He being in the millitary, he has no time to express what he feels, but is overflowing with emotions. To him, his emotions are somwhat of an embarrassment. He has deep respect for his retired father, who he has grown very clingy to. Likes to chew on scrib jerky and has a habbit of picking his teeth. He is very shy around women, for he was raised by female nurses during his youth. He secretly loves to hug people, and some times cannot contain his 'hugs'. He tends to go balistic over insults reguarding his father, but most insults rarely affect him. He hides his skills of a cold killer to everyone, seeing how hiding goes with his job.
Brief History: He was a test tube baby in a telvanni lab where he and 4 other similar looking brothers were born and trained to be assassins. His brothers and him were trained and basicaly brought up by Sasal Valor, but he secretly clung to sasal as a father. He is the youngest special forces of the PMC he belongs to, but can prove his battle-hard-ness non the less.
Combat skills: He is a very good martial artist, and a great illusionist. His Best attributes are in illusion, information gathering and hand to hand. He has a brush which he can create illusions to defend himself with to gain a better vantage point in a fight; all though he tends to avoid fighting altogether.
Alliance: Who ever pays him the highest
Name:Sarin Valor
Age:18
Sex:Male
Race:Dunmer
Class:Telvani PMC Special Forces(private millitary contracter; no cheesey-ness intended revan^)
Appearance: Bears similar resemblance to Sasal Valor; light scar across his mouth, purple/burgendy(sp?) eyes, Very light skinned for a dunmer, thin and combed ebony black hair. His height is 5'8" His main weapon his a brush which he draws out his weapons and summonings with magicka, and he carries his 'fathers' scimitar for luck. He wears an unidentifiable chain mail under his black cotton outfit. His rucksack carries various booze and some potions, but the majoity of the weight goes to scrib jerky.He wears black boots made for both combat and infiltration. He wears well black woven pants,a shirt and Black gloves for light combat and stealth. He wears a black mask in the design of a dragon.
Personality: He is like an emo marrionette still stifling with his feelings.He being in the millitary, he has no time to express what he feels, but is overflowing with emotions. To him, his emotions are somwhat of an embarrassment. He has deep respect for his retired father, who he has grown very clingy to. Likes to chew on scrib jerky and has a habbit of picking his teeth. He is very shy around women, for he was raised by female nurses during his youth. He secretly loves to hug people, and some times cannot contain his 'hugs'. He tends to go balistic over insults reguarding his father, but most insults rarely affect him. He hides his skills of a cold killer to everyone, seeing how hiding goes with his job.
Brief History: He was a test tube baby in a telvanni lab where he and 4 other similar looking brothers were born and trained to be assassins. His brothers and him were trained and basicaly brought up by Sasal Valor, but he secretly clung to sasal as a father. He is the youngest special forces of the PMC he belongs to, but can prove his battle-hard-ness non the less.
Combat skills: He is a very good martial artist, and a great illusionist. His Best attributes are in illusion, information gathering and hand to hand. He has a brush which he can create illusions to defend himself with to gain a better vantage point in a fight; all though he tends to avoid fighting altogether.
Alliance: Who ever pays him the highest
He's back, and his age does not stop him from chasing one of the most powerful mages on the continent.
Name : Fervus Noctus
Race : Imperial (Lich)
Class : Healer
Age : 526
Sex : male (Not that it matters much, he’s nothing more but a skeleton.)
Appearance : Let’s see. Take a Lich, put him in a brown robe with hood and a bit of cloth in front of his face that only leaves the eyes open. Add gloves, boots and you’re all set. Notice that it is very dark behind his hood, so you won’t notice his skeletal face unless you practically poke your face in his.
Equipment : Bound cuirass and greaves underneath his robe at all times. If necessary, Fervus can cast a spell to fill up the missing pieces, resulting in a Dremora look. He also carries a Daedric staff, the pillar of sparking flame. When he hits people with its tip (he rarely does that) a weak eruption of both fire and shock occurs. If he smashes the staff’s butt into the ground, a big (higher than a building) pillar of fire and shock shoots up around him in a radius of 3 metres. This does sap half of the staff’s maximum charge. And the staff takes a LONG time to recharge.
Allegiance : The Salina hunting squad, consisting of Telina and him.
Personality : He likes to joke to people and really gets tired from the old prejudice that all Liches are ultimate evil. Not much else. So yes, he is a good Lich. Don't see too manny of those I'm afraid.
Brief History : Fervus Noctus was your average healer till he got obsessed with Necromancy and eventually turned himself into a Lich. His friend tried the same but became a zombie instead. The people in the city where they lived feared them so they had to run to a cave somewhere in Argonia where they remained for the next 67 years. Then they met another Imperial, who invited them over to a patch of ground he’d just bought and where they could live without being hunted. So they went there, built a house and later found out that the Imperial was some old uber-vampire. More houses came and gradually a whole village was formed with a rather colourful group of inhabitants. There are werewolves, a flame Atronach, a zombie, a Lich and a vampire, among normal people.
20 years ago, Fervus was experimenting with interplanar travelling which brought him here. Sensing the emptiness of Death (Telina in brainwashed form.) Fervus moved in and tried to help, though in the end this turned into a major battle between zombies and Death on one side, with Skeletal champions and the good guys on the other. Death escaped, only to return later as Telina the White. Just before the final showdown with Veric, Salina stole one of the babies. Vowing to track her down even if it was the last thing he did, Fervus left, so did Telina. He's kept to his vow for twenty years as he is very patient.
Other Relevant info : Alright, Fervus is decently skilled in the art of Destruction, summoning, Necromancy and he is an excellent healer. He doesn’t like to fight and if he has to, he usually just stands there while summoning stuff and throwing spells. He is too slow to really dodge anyway. This same slowness also makes travelling a pain, so he makes use of a ranged mark/recall combo to teleport around.
(And yes, it was him who just took out the pirates.)
Name : Fervus Noctus
Race : Imperial (Lich)
Class : Healer
Age : 526
Sex : male (Not that it matters much, he’s nothing more but a skeleton.)
Appearance : Let’s see. Take a Lich, put him in a brown robe with hood and a bit of cloth in front of his face that only leaves the eyes open. Add gloves, boots and you’re all set. Notice that it is very dark behind his hood, so you won’t notice his skeletal face unless you practically poke your face in his.
Equipment : Bound cuirass and greaves underneath his robe at all times. If necessary, Fervus can cast a spell to fill up the missing pieces, resulting in a Dremora look. He also carries a Daedric staff, the pillar of sparking flame. When he hits people with its tip (he rarely does that) a weak eruption of both fire and shock occurs. If he smashes the staff’s butt into the ground, a big (higher than a building) pillar of fire and shock shoots up around him in a radius of 3 metres. This does sap half of the staff’s maximum charge. And the staff takes a LONG time to recharge.
Allegiance : The Salina hunting squad, consisting of Telina and him.
Personality : He likes to joke to people and really gets tired from the old prejudice that all Liches are ultimate evil. Not much else. So yes, he is a good Lich. Don't see too manny of those I'm afraid.
Brief History : Fervus Noctus was your average healer till he got obsessed with Necromancy and eventually turned himself into a Lich. His friend tried the same but became a zombie instead. The people in the city where they lived feared them so they had to run to a cave somewhere in Argonia where they remained for the next 67 years. Then they met another Imperial, who invited them over to a patch of ground he’d just bought and where they could live without being hunted. So they went there, built a house and later found out that the Imperial was some old uber-vampire. More houses came and gradually a whole village was formed with a rather colourful group of inhabitants. There are werewolves, a flame Atronach, a zombie, a Lich and a vampire, among normal people.
20 years ago, Fervus was experimenting with interplanar travelling which brought him here. Sensing the emptiness of Death (Telina in brainwashed form.) Fervus moved in and tried to help, though in the end this turned into a major battle between zombies and Death on one side, with Skeletal champions and the good guys on the other. Death escaped, only to return later as Telina the White. Just before the final showdown with Veric, Salina stole one of the babies. Vowing to track her down even if it was the last thing he did, Fervus left, so did Telina. He's kept to his vow for twenty years as he is very patient.
Other Relevant info : Alright, Fervus is decently skilled in the art of Destruction, summoning, Necromancy and he is an excellent healer. He doesn’t like to fight and if he has to, he usually just stands there while summoning stuff and throwing spells. He is too slow to really dodge anyway. This same slowness also makes travelling a pain, so he makes use of a ranged mark/recall combo to teleport around.
(And yes, it was him who just took out the pirates.)
Found a pretty nice pic that fits Hecate's equipment / armor style you could say (very classic assassin look)... Was in a large pic so just clipped them out. Wayne Reynolds drawing of course
QUOTE(Fuzzy Knight @ Nov 18 2006, 06:32 PM)
Class
Peerless Archer.
Resented...but anyway...
Just in case I CAN still join (...hopefully?)
Name : Oran
Race : Breton
Class : Ranger
Age : 32
Sex : Male (or at least, last I checked...)
Appearance : Standing at 5'7", wieghing in at 135 pounds of wiry muscle, and almost always wearing a full plated Bonemeld-Chitin armour, little can be said about this warrior. Of course, the armour itself is often describe and as such, it has become his desciption in latter years. The usual mid wieght Bonemeld plating, and its cloth joints, have been fused with hybrid Chitin, with steel pegs holding "strips" of chitin over the bonemeld plate. The Bonemeld itself seems to be an ancient set, cracked and repaired many times, and still blood and grime covered from its previous owners. Ancient spells and prayers have been carved in along the arms and the back, in Altemerish, asking the Aedra for protection from physical harm. (ie. the dear old enchanted Shield spell.)
Equipment: Adaminite Sword, Boldmeld-Chitin plate armour, Bonemeld Long Bow. (and a few hundred gold pieces...)
Personality : Brought up as a warrior-servant in a Lords household, often being the leading Captian of defence of the manor, he has a long history of pain, fighting, and working for gold and honour. After leaving the House, Oran travelled Tamriel, and spent 7 long years of his life as a warrior-preist of the Imperial cult, after the problems with the Oblivion Gates, he found that the life of a warrior was far more suiting to him, so he once more took up his blade (adaminite, Havoc, in case anyone remebers) and traveled Cryodiil as a mercenary, learning the ways of the bow, and making a small fortune on the side. (looting and such).
Retiring 3 years ago, he once again takes to the fields of battle in the current times.
Brief History : (See personality)
Other Relevant info : Erm...
Name : Semir Grey
Race : Breton
Class : treasurehunter (Ok, pirate.) Blades, Alteration, Illusion, Athletics and Acrobatics. Also skilled at the arts of sneaking and Security.
Age : 37
Sex : male
Appearance : Breton, average height and with good muscles though without overdoing it. Professional Athlete, not a bodybuilder. Grey hair and a small mustache.
Equipment :
Dreamtaker: A Steel Cutlass enchanted with weapon eater and armour eater spells.
Gleamcatcher amulet: Detect enchantments. He is a treasurehunter.
Steel left gauntlet: Nothing special and mainly used for blocking and punching.
A few lockpicks and probes.
White shirt, brown pants and dark brown belt: imagine the prison clothes from Morrowind and you get the idea. Heavy Leather boots, a dagger hidden in each.
Other possessions: Blue Serpent, a fast raiding vessel of Redguard design. Badass pirate crew included.
Allegiance : Himself mostly. Tamriel if needed.
Personality : A big know-it-all. Not much else though there is one thing he really hates. Being called a pirate.
Brief History : Semir Grey was once a member of the Imperial Legion though he left after witnessing a case of corruption. The Breton went full circle and within a few years he was sailing all over Tamriel with his very own pirate vessel. Despite his criminal record, he still cares about the land and sometimes behaves like the Legionnaire he once was.
Race : Breton
Class : treasurehunter (Ok, pirate.) Blades, Alteration, Illusion, Athletics and Acrobatics. Also skilled at the arts of sneaking and Security.
Age : 37
Sex : male
Appearance : Breton, average height and with good muscles though without overdoing it. Professional Athlete, not a bodybuilder. Grey hair and a small mustache.
Equipment :
Dreamtaker: A Steel Cutlass enchanted with weapon eater and armour eater spells.
Gleamcatcher amulet: Detect enchantments. He is a treasurehunter.
Steel left gauntlet: Nothing special and mainly used for blocking and punching.
A few lockpicks and probes.
White shirt, brown pants and dark brown belt: imagine the prison clothes from Morrowind and you get the idea. Heavy Leather boots, a dagger hidden in each.
Other possessions: Blue Serpent, a fast raiding vessel of Redguard design. Badass pirate crew included.
Allegiance : Himself mostly. Tamriel if needed.
Personality : A big know-it-all. Not much else though there is one thing he really hates. Being called a pirate.
Brief History : Semir Grey was once a member of the Imperial Legion though he left after witnessing a case of corruption. The Breton went full circle and within a few years he was sailing all over Tamriel with his very own pirate vessel. Despite his criminal record, he still cares about the land and sometimes behaves like the Legionnaire he once was.
Name : Dasirius Merethicus Gledrio
Race : Imperial
Class : Egocentric Opportunist
Age : 23
Sex : Male
Appearance : 6'2 tall and of average build, with compact muscles. Merethicus looks quite handsome, or so various women have told him: he keeps his black hair neatly combed and tied back into a long ponytail, and has a short, forked beard on his chin. His face is not marred with scars and his eyes are dark brown, with a slightly unnerving glint to them. He wears a full set of Bonemold armor in the Hlaalu style; that is, with spiky pauldrons and a helm with only a thin slit in the place of his eyes. He fights with a bonemold shield and a silver longsword; none of these items are enchanted. When not in armor, Merethicus wears clothing designed to show that he's richer-than-thou without looking ridiculously gaudy.
Personality : See class. Merethicus is not motivated by a desire to harm others, but views it as an acceptable method to advance his own causes, unless these others happen to be part of his very small circle of friends. Though well-versed enough at manners and etiquette, any politeness and niceties coming from him are usually false; this is largely because the people he usually associates with behave in kind. Merethicus desires power over others and gold as a means to various other things. He's also a tad paranoid; the only one he really trusts is his father, who'd stand little to gain from betraying him.
Brief History : Dasirius is the son of Lucius Merethicus Gledrio, a Cyrodiilic nobleman who came to the isolated district of Vvardenfell to find his fortune and avoid loansharks he'd owed some thousands of septims to. Lucius affiliated himself with the house Hlaalu shortly after his arrival on the island; he rose up through their ranks through dirty work, eventually becoming one of their top enforcers. Having intelligence and charisma as well as brute force and speed, Lucius rose to the lower rungs of House Hlaalu's political leadership in his mid-thirties. Over the next two-and-a-half centuries his wealth and power have steadily increased, and now Merethicus senior is a member of the Hlaalu Council and owns a spendidly opulent mansion in the richest district of the Hlaalu capital of Balmora.
Lucius sired Dasirius a bit later in life, in his forties, to a woman who was young enough to be his own daughter, and was not married to him. He recognized Dasirius as his son, however, and raised him to be his heir. Apart from learning how to navigate and manipulate the morass that was Hlaalu politics, Dasirius was trained in the same fighting style employed by the soldiers of the Hlaalu.
Lucius then sent his son to Cyrodiil to, in his words, "get yourself some favor from the big men in the Imperial City. See how they wage politics. Oh, and find yourself a wealthy heiress or young widow while you're there. Preferably but not necessarily Imperial and beautiful. Now get ye going already, dammit." Shortly after crossing the border, Merethicus heard a call in his head, and thus he headed for the mountains. Long story short, he's now part of the Silhouette's army, and while he does not exactly like it, he's going to stick to it until a better opportunity comes along.
Other Relevant info : Merethicus is strongly allergic to horse hair. This is why he can't travel on horseback and has severe difficulties against mounted opponents. He speaks with a slight accent and often slips Dunmer exclamations into his speech.
Addendum: Here's what he looks like.
Race : Imperial
Class : Egocentric Opportunist
Age : 23
Sex : Male
Appearance : 6'2 tall and of average build, with compact muscles. Merethicus looks quite handsome, or so various women have told him: he keeps his black hair neatly combed and tied back into a long ponytail, and has a short, forked beard on his chin. His face is not marred with scars and his eyes are dark brown, with a slightly unnerving glint to them. He wears a full set of Bonemold armor in the Hlaalu style; that is, with spiky pauldrons and a helm with only a thin slit in the place of his eyes. He fights with a bonemold shield and a silver longsword; none of these items are enchanted. When not in armor, Merethicus wears clothing designed to show that he's richer-than-thou without looking ridiculously gaudy.
Personality : See class. Merethicus is not motivated by a desire to harm others, but views it as an acceptable method to advance his own causes, unless these others happen to be part of his very small circle of friends. Though well-versed enough at manners and etiquette, any politeness and niceties coming from him are usually false; this is largely because the people he usually associates with behave in kind. Merethicus desires power over others and gold as a means to various other things. He's also a tad paranoid; the only one he really trusts is his father, who'd stand little to gain from betraying him.
Brief History : Dasirius is the son of Lucius Merethicus Gledrio, a Cyrodiilic nobleman who came to the isolated district of Vvardenfell to find his fortune and avoid loansharks he'd owed some thousands of septims to. Lucius affiliated himself with the house Hlaalu shortly after his arrival on the island; he rose up through their ranks through dirty work, eventually becoming one of their top enforcers. Having intelligence and charisma as well as brute force and speed, Lucius rose to the lower rungs of House Hlaalu's political leadership in his mid-thirties. Over the next two-and-a-half centuries his wealth and power have steadily increased, and now Merethicus senior is a member of the Hlaalu Council and owns a spendidly opulent mansion in the richest district of the Hlaalu capital of Balmora.
Lucius sired Dasirius a bit later in life, in his forties, to a woman who was young enough to be his own daughter, and was not married to him. He recognized Dasirius as his son, however, and raised him to be his heir. Apart from learning how to navigate and manipulate the morass that was Hlaalu politics, Dasirius was trained in the same fighting style employed by the soldiers of the Hlaalu.
Lucius then sent his son to Cyrodiil to, in his words, "get yourself some favor from the big men in the Imperial City. See how they wage politics. Oh, and find yourself a wealthy heiress or young widow while you're there. Preferably but not necessarily Imperial and beautiful. Now get ye going already, dammit." Shortly after crossing the border, Merethicus heard a call in his head, and thus he headed for the mountains. Long story short, he's now part of the Silhouette's army, and while he does not exactly like it, he's going to stick to it until a better opportunity comes along.
Other Relevant info : Merethicus is strongly allergic to horse hair. This is why he can't travel on horseback and has severe difficulties against mounted opponents. He speaks with a slight accent and often slips Dunmer exclamations into his speech.
Addendum: Here's what he looks like.
Hehe, Semir reminds me of captain Trenchard from "The Prince's Buccaneer" by Feist.
im bored, and soldin is becoming a more permanent character than i had previously intended. so here he is for reference.
Name: Goes by Soldin
Race: Imperial/Nord
Age: Very young, anywhere between 16-18
Class: Hunter
Sex: Male
Appearance: His build is clearly Nordic. Tall, thick frame though sure to grow bulkier as he ages. Tanned skin caused by living in the wilderness. You can almost see the Imperial in his facial features. Almost. Blonde hair that is loose and wild. Shaven, though he has little to shave at his age. Defining features are his clear blue eyes in which his emotions are easily read through. He wears leather. Thinner than leather armor, thicker than most cloth; hunting clothes essentially. Carries a wooden longbow that looks to be useful for nothing more than hunting though it packs quite a punch. It being his "father's", Soldin can only almost completely pull the string back. The draw strength is a little over his limit.
Personallity: To sum it up: Innocent, naive, and warm hearted.
Brief History: His mother had many men in her life. Thusly Soldin never knew his biological father. Ever since he gained the ability to think independently he felt as though he were only a burden to his mother. The most recent man in her life, a man named Soldin, helped raise her son through abuse and cruelty. Eventually a drunken stupor lead to the death of our present Soldin's mother.
Soldin the Young, pointing a drawn arrow at Soldin the Drunk's chest, scared away his makeshift father, though he did not take vengeance for his mother. Instead he chose to lead his life of solitude in their shack in the forest. He had no name until recent events forced him to take the name of his mother's murderer. (sorry if that was terribly confusing)
Name: Goes by Soldin
Race: Imperial/Nord
Age: Very young, anywhere between 16-18
Class: Hunter
Sex: Male
Appearance: His build is clearly Nordic. Tall, thick frame though sure to grow bulkier as he ages. Tanned skin caused by living in the wilderness. You can almost see the Imperial in his facial features. Almost. Blonde hair that is loose and wild. Shaven, though he has little to shave at his age. Defining features are his clear blue eyes in which his emotions are easily read through. He wears leather. Thinner than leather armor, thicker than most cloth; hunting clothes essentially. Carries a wooden longbow that looks to be useful for nothing more than hunting though it packs quite a punch. It being his "father's", Soldin can only almost completely pull the string back. The draw strength is a little over his limit.
Personallity: To sum it up: Innocent, naive, and warm hearted.
Brief History: His mother had many men in her life. Thusly Soldin never knew his biological father. Ever since he gained the ability to think independently he felt as though he were only a burden to his mother. The most recent man in her life, a man named Soldin, helped raise her son through abuse and cruelty. Eventually a drunken stupor lead to the death of our present Soldin's mother.
Soldin the Young, pointing a drawn arrow at Soldin the Drunk's chest, scared away his makeshift father, though he did not take vengeance for his mother. Instead he chose to lead his life of solitude in their shack in the forest. He had no name until recent events forced him to take the name of his mother's murderer. (sorry if that was terribly confusing)
No we can understand perfectly. Tsk, tsk, tsk foolish "blank's" mother............
((Huzzah))
Name: Chraw Lowenthal
Race: Imperial/High Elf
Class: Bladewielding Cleric, if anything. (A.k.a. Healer with a knack for chopping off limbs)
Age: 24
Sex: Male
Appearance: Being half imperial, half high elf, Chraw is somewhat taller than an average imperial, yet shorter than an average high elf. He has slightly pointed ears, and his skin has a light tan. His eyes are grey, and he has brown hair down to his shoulders. (Will post pic later)
Equipment: Wears a dark robe, with various leatherstraps and two dark ebony pauldrons and gauntlets. Favors scimitars, although any other one-handed swords does the trick for him. Chraw has his own scimitar, Soothing Wind, which has a dark tinge, and a slight enchantment enhancing it's sharpness.
Personality: Calm and humorous, yet fierce in battle.
Brief History: It was a cold winter night in the small town of Bruma. In one of the many small cottages, a high elf woman lay in her bed, breathing heavily. She was having a baby, a baby conceived not out of love, but out of neccesity. Or rather, as the elders would say, the gods forced the baby onto her, and thus, she ended up as she was presently. Screaming in pain while having her first baby. And last, it would seem. Only moments after she lay her azure eyes on the newborn boy, her strength seemed to be drained, and all she saw, was a vast blackness, and all she heard, was the cries of the little boy. Until there was nothing.
And that was how Chraw came to this world we call Tamriel. Soon after his birth, and the death of his mother, he was taken to an orphanage, where he spent the first decade of his life. His mother's dying words was that the boy was named Chraw Lowenthal, after his father, an imperial soldier whom was never to be heard of ever again. It was said that he one day came, and left the other day.
Chraw lived in the orphanage, where he also went to school, together with another small number of children. Chraw was an exceptionally smart boy, with an aptitude for learning. This later sparked his interest for magic, more accurately, restoration magic, which is thought to be among the more complicated magic schools. When Chraw turned 11, he was taken in by the clerics of Bruma, and studied under them for many years to come.
Although Chraw had an intention of helping those in need, his surrounding enviroment somewhat forced him into learning the way of the blade. After nearly 8 years of being a cleric apprentice, Chraw started to practice using a sword. Chraw trained with the Fighter's Guild for some time, as well as being an apprentice cleric, resulting in him turning out as quite the strange combination, for some. Most of his cleric peers found the thought of wielding a weapon, whilst being a cleric as something going against their morals and laws. In the end, his apprenticeship was revoked, and Chraw only had the Fighter's Guild to go to. Chraw continued training with the Fighter's Guild, until he was nearly 22.
After that, Chraw left Bruma to travel around Cyrodiil. He has only recently returned to Bruma, and is now staying at the inn, enjoying being home.
(To summarize the training in the different "professions":
Age 11-19 = Cleric,
Age 19-22 = Fighter,
Age 22-24 = Misc. training and experience-giving quests)
Other Relevant info: Can use magic within the illusion and restoration schools.
Name: Chraw Lowenthal
Race: Imperial/High Elf
Class: Bladewielding Cleric, if anything. (A.k.a. Healer with a knack for chopping off limbs)
Age: 24
Sex: Male
Appearance: Being half imperial, half high elf, Chraw is somewhat taller than an average imperial, yet shorter than an average high elf. He has slightly pointed ears, and his skin has a light tan. His eyes are grey, and he has brown hair down to his shoulders. (Will post pic later)
Equipment: Wears a dark robe, with various leatherstraps and two dark ebony pauldrons and gauntlets. Favors scimitars, although any other one-handed swords does the trick for him. Chraw has his own scimitar, Soothing Wind, which has a dark tinge, and a slight enchantment enhancing it's sharpness.
Personality: Calm and humorous, yet fierce in battle.
Brief History: It was a cold winter night in the small town of Bruma. In one of the many small cottages, a high elf woman lay in her bed, breathing heavily. She was having a baby, a baby conceived not out of love, but out of neccesity. Or rather, as the elders would say, the gods forced the baby onto her, and thus, she ended up as she was presently. Screaming in pain while having her first baby. And last, it would seem. Only moments after she lay her azure eyes on the newborn boy, her strength seemed to be drained, and all she saw, was a vast blackness, and all she heard, was the cries of the little boy. Until there was nothing.
And that was how Chraw came to this world we call Tamriel. Soon after his birth, and the death of his mother, he was taken to an orphanage, where he spent the first decade of his life. His mother's dying words was that the boy was named Chraw Lowenthal, after his father, an imperial soldier whom was never to be heard of ever again. It was said that he one day came, and left the other day.
Chraw lived in the orphanage, where he also went to school, together with another small number of children. Chraw was an exceptionally smart boy, with an aptitude for learning. This later sparked his interest for magic, more accurately, restoration magic, which is thought to be among the more complicated magic schools. When Chraw turned 11, he was taken in by the clerics of Bruma, and studied under them for many years to come.
Although Chraw had an intention of helping those in need, his surrounding enviroment somewhat forced him into learning the way of the blade. After nearly 8 years of being a cleric apprentice, Chraw started to practice using a sword. Chraw trained with the Fighter's Guild for some time, as well as being an apprentice cleric, resulting in him turning out as quite the strange combination, for some. Most of his cleric peers found the thought of wielding a weapon, whilst being a cleric as something going against their morals and laws. In the end, his apprenticeship was revoked, and Chraw only had the Fighter's Guild to go to. Chraw continued training with the Fighter's Guild, until he was nearly 22.
After that, Chraw left Bruma to travel around Cyrodiil. He has only recently returned to Bruma, and is now staying at the inn, enjoying being home.
(To summarize the training in the different "professions":
Age 11-19 = Cleric,
Age 19-22 = Fighter,
Age 22-24 = Misc. training and experience-giving quests)
Other Relevant info: Can use magic within the illusion and restoration schools.
Name : Originally was Patholos, now calls himself "Prophet"
Race : From the height and build one would say Dumner, but has no features as a Dunmer. The best explanation would be Smooth Face and Dunmer Body with a pale complexion. The eyes are pure white.
Class : Again, not a specific class. He uses magic and physical weapons in combat, but he has no definite class code. He calls himself an "Arbite of Sithis."
Age : Born 57 years ago, doesn't look to age.
Sex : Male
Appearance : Average Dunmer height, Smooth featureless face, no facial hair. Always wears a robe and doesn't reveal any skin. Eyes are gone, hollow eye sockets. No hair on his body.
Equipment : Purification was left in a tree near Hero Hill. He now uses Sufferthorn, a gift given to him by Vicente Valteiri. He wears Dark Brotherhood Armor. In his pockets he keeps:
Lockpicks
One Invisibility poition
One Nighteye potion
A Sheath for "Purification"
A Ring (enchanted with Drain Willpower)
A bag of gold
An assortment of throwing weapons
Magic scrolls
His espionage papers (an assortment)
Personality : Unsure of himself and his Dread Father
Brief History : His family was killed in a magical explosion that leveled his home and almost killed him. An old woman was walking in the area when it happened and she looked for survivors. She found what was then Patholos, but he was incoherent, muttering about angering the Gods with "Power the Dwarves had discovered." The woman saw the ruined boy and asked him one question, "If you would like to serve a true god who could grant you unlimited power, would you serve him?"
Other Relevant info : The "Prophet" is extremely peaceful, he keeps to himself but enjoys company. Hard to talk to because he was traumatized as a child. He almost died at the hands of two highwaymen that ambushed him on his way to a Temple. Apparently Sithis's favorite son (so he is lead to believe) is able to be killed and is susceptible to any form of weaponry.
Race : From the height and build one would say Dumner, but has no features as a Dunmer. The best explanation would be Smooth Face and Dunmer Body with a pale complexion. The eyes are pure white.
Class : Again, not a specific class. He uses magic and physical weapons in combat, but he has no definite class code. He calls himself an "Arbite of Sithis."
Age : Born 57 years ago, doesn't look to age.
Sex : Male
Appearance : Average Dunmer height, Smooth featureless face, no facial hair. Always wears a robe and doesn't reveal any skin. Eyes are gone, hollow eye sockets. No hair on his body.
Equipment : Purification was left in a tree near Hero Hill. He now uses Sufferthorn, a gift given to him by Vicente Valteiri. He wears Dark Brotherhood Armor. In his pockets he keeps:
Lockpicks
One Invisibility poition
One Nighteye potion
A Sheath for "Purification"
A Ring (enchanted with Drain Willpower)
A bag of gold
An assortment of throwing weapons
Magic scrolls
His espionage papers (an assortment)
Personality : Unsure of himself and his Dread Father
Brief History : His family was killed in a magical explosion that leveled his home and almost killed him. An old woman was walking in the area when it happened and she looked for survivors. She found what was then Patholos, but he was incoherent, muttering about angering the Gods with "Power the Dwarves had discovered." The woman saw the ruined boy and asked him one question, "If you would like to serve a true god who could grant you unlimited power, would you serve him?"
Other Relevant info : The "Prophet" is extremely peaceful, he keeps to himself but enjoys company. Hard to talk to because he was traumatized as a child. He almost died at the hands of two highwaymen that ambushed him on his way to a Temple. Apparently Sithis's favorite son (so he is lead to believe) is able to be killed and is susceptible to any form of weaponry.
nice character. i have a few beefs however. nothing too major.
firstly the dagger of his seems reasonably powerful. so please try to show respect to other's characters. i.e.: dont powerplay/godmod/whatever you like to call it.
secondly, although we have very few (if any?) characters that actively serve sithis, it can be borderline offensive to players to just come in here and proclaim your character "Sithis's favorite son" and to put it quite bluntly, you're more likely to impress the players (and characters, for that matter) with a stunning and complex personallity than titles of greatness. anybody can describe a character on a char. sheet, but it takes a true roleplayer to properly act it out, and thusly commands more respect from others.
however your "Prophet" does have an interesting persona it would seem.
welcome, anyway
ecit: while im on a rant, in your first post, its fine that your character thinks that the group is unable to defend themselves, however saying that the group's "turns-of-fortune" had been Prophet's doing would be considered powerplaying/godmoding, especially considering that you just now joined the rp and such a thing was not planned and agreed upon. a character can speculate anything, but you have to watch what you say is absolute in a post, if you catch my drift.
firstly the dagger of his seems reasonably powerful. so please try to show respect to other's characters. i.e.: dont powerplay/godmod/whatever you like to call it.
secondly, although we have very few (if any?) characters that actively serve sithis, it can be borderline offensive to players to just come in here and proclaim your character "Sithis's favorite son" and to put it quite bluntly, you're more likely to impress the players (and characters, for that matter) with a stunning and complex personallity than titles of greatness. anybody can describe a character on a char. sheet, but it takes a true roleplayer to properly act it out, and thusly commands more respect from others.
however your "Prophet" does have an interesting persona it would seem.
welcome, anyway
ecit: while im on a rant, in your first post, its fine that your character thinks that the group is unable to defend themselves, however saying that the group's "turns-of-fortune" had been Prophet's doing would be considered powerplaying/godmoding, especially considering that you just now joined the rp and such a thing was not planned and agreed upon. a character can speculate anything, but you have to watch what you say is absolute in a post, if you catch my drift.
Sorry about that, edited out the "god-modded" dagger, just wanted to make it seem like the Dread Father had bestowed an instrument of death upon one of his disciples. Also, i really want everyone to help me with any mistakes or over-created characters. The story is important to relay and appreciation for the Lord of the Void is the goal for Patholos. Thank you for the feed back and please feel free to dialogue away, no cares here! (except that he would never disregard his Dread Father)
it relieves me that you react this way.
it was not entirely neccassary for you to trash the dagger, i was just saying that because of its power, in order to maintain balance anyone you may attack is going to have to dodge that much more so their character at least has a chance. with a dagger like that you would end up having to deal with not being able to hit people very often.
not the best trait for a Dark Brotherhood assassin.
it was not entirely neccassary for you to trash the dagger, i was just saying that because of its power, in order to maintain balance anyone you may attack is going to have to dodge that much more so their character at least has a chance. with a dagger like that you would end up having to deal with not being able to hit people very often.
not the best trait for a Dark Brotherhood assassin.
"The Dread Father commands that life be taken instantaneously and without pause. Those who are given permission to take life in this manner must pay a small sacrifice of their own life."
-First Sentence of the Prophet's pamphlet
Although the dagger is Patholos's only physical weapon, he does have experience with magic.
-First Sentence of the Prophet's pamphlet
Although the dagger is Patholos's only physical weapon, he does have experience with magic.
Name : Aerona
Race : Dunmer vampire
Class : Priest of Arkay (Fallen)
Age : 23
Sex : Female
Appearance : She is smaller than most dunmer women, in height and build, which decieves most opponents, as they don't take into account her vampirical strength until too late. She has long black hair and her once-beautiful face is slightly marred by the sight of fangs and the white pupilless eyes that identify her as a Quarra vampire.
Equipment : She carries nothing more than a dagger.
Personality : She is compassionate, timid, and naieve, but that is undergoing change with her newfound vampirism. She is obviously torn between embracing her new life and clinging to her old one, and plagued by her guilt in betraying Arkay.
Brief History : Aerona grew up in Cheydinhal, specifically in the Chapel of Arkay. She studied various magickal and educational subjects there, and became the youngest priest to ever be inducted at the age of thirteen due to her uncanny understanding of theology and magick.
She devoted the next few years of her life to Arkay, the Chapel, and many different charitable missions.
More recently, she was performing a charity for the poor of Leyawiin, when the city was ransacked by the Silhouette's ruthless army. She hid during the fighting, but came outside afterwards to heal those she could. Unfortunately, all of her enemies hadn't left yet. Four vampires from Morrowind seemed to fancy her, so one of them stabbed her from behind with a longsword, slicing through backbone and emerging through her stomach. He then gave her two options: die or become a vampire and live forever. She chose the latter, and did the unspeakable.
She became an abomination to her god out of fear.
Ever since, she has travelled with her new vampire comrades, trying to adapt to her new lifestyle and hopefully forget her old one and relieve her guilty conscience.
Race : Dunmer vampire
Class : Priest of Arkay (Fallen)
Age : 23
Sex : Female
Appearance : She is smaller than most dunmer women, in height and build, which decieves most opponents, as they don't take into account her vampirical strength until too late. She has long black hair and her once-beautiful face is slightly marred by the sight of fangs and the white pupilless eyes that identify her as a Quarra vampire.
Equipment : She carries nothing more than a dagger.
Personality : She is compassionate, timid, and naieve, but that is undergoing change with her newfound vampirism. She is obviously torn between embracing her new life and clinging to her old one, and plagued by her guilt in betraying Arkay.
Brief History : Aerona grew up in Cheydinhal, specifically in the Chapel of Arkay. She studied various magickal and educational subjects there, and became the youngest priest to ever be inducted at the age of thirteen due to her uncanny understanding of theology and magick.
She devoted the next few years of her life to Arkay, the Chapel, and many different charitable missions.
More recently, she was performing a charity for the poor of Leyawiin, when the city was ransacked by the Silhouette's ruthless army. She hid during the fighting, but came outside afterwards to heal those she could. Unfortunately, all of her enemies hadn't left yet. Four vampires from Morrowind seemed to fancy her, so one of them stabbed her from behind with a longsword, slicing through backbone and emerging through her stomach. He then gave her two options: die or become a vampire and live forever. She chose the latter, and did the unspeakable.
She became an abomination to her god out of fear.
Ever since, she has travelled with her new vampire comrades, trying to adapt to her new lifestyle and hopefully forget her old one and relieve her guilty conscience.
Name: King of Worms
Race: Looks to be Dunmer
Age: (Newly Reincarnated after the Mages Guild disposed of him) 21
Sex: Male
Appearance: Wears the Black Hand style garments that seem to catch light and swallow it.
Equipment: Staff of Worms, Shortsword of Souls (a sword that when hits a killing blow, stores the soul of the creature/person in the pommel stone), Enchanted Robes of Intellingence, Enchanted Crown of Magicka
Personality: The King of Worms was the Necromancer King during the Daggerfall Incident. He was killed recently but is now reincarnated. He was supposedly involved with the happenings of Numidium, but now he is weak and his powerful artifacts lay in tombs and with treasure hunters. He is as cold as death itself.
Brief History: The History of The King of Worms
Other Traits: He seems to be immortal...but no one knows
Race: Looks to be Dunmer
Age: (Newly Reincarnated after the Mages Guild disposed of him) 21
Sex: Male
Appearance: Wears the Black Hand style garments that seem to catch light and swallow it.
Equipment: Staff of Worms, Shortsword of Souls (a sword that when hits a killing blow, stores the soul of the creature/person in the pommel stone), Enchanted Robes of Intellingence, Enchanted Crown of Magicka
Personality: The King of Worms was the Necromancer King during the Daggerfall Incident. He was killed recently but is now reincarnated. He was supposedly involved with the happenings of Numidium, but now he is weak and his powerful artifacts lay in tombs and with treasure hunters. He is as cold as death itself.
Brief History: The History of The King of Worms
Other Traits: He seems to be immortal...but no one knows
Hello, I'm a school friend of Revan. After months of him rambling on and on about this RP; I decided to see what this was all about. Here's Tenek! 
(I'm a huge fan of Captain Jack Sparrow)
Name: Tenek
Race: Bosmer-Vampire
Age: 225
Age: 17 (in appearance)
sex:yes please(couldn't resist)
rank:Thief\ninja(the ninja part is not well known)
Appearance: Tall for a wood elf (just below average human hieght), mischievious green eyes, and long dark brown hair that hangs just below his shoulders. He has a short, thin goatee (sp.), and a light tanned complexion.
Equipment: he wears a rough leather vest over a tan shirt and pants. Wears a bandana and a fur hat, and almost always uses a couple of partially rusted ebony daggers that have seen better days, but uses anything he can get his hands on.
Personality- while being much older than he looks, Tenek is less mature than he looks or actually is. He's a wild prankster who loves to make fun of more serious individuals (from stealing their possesions and placing them in random places, to teasing them in their private moments,also less mature than anyone he knows).
Tenek has a weakness for alcaholic beverages, but he tries to avoid getting drunk. Tenek can be very reckless, stubborn, and negative when his life is on the line for something that doesn't matter to him. (He didn't sign up for suicide missions).
Brief History: Tenek was infected with vamipirism when he was seventeen years old (hence he looks 17). He has come to enjoy his eternal youth (as he sees it), but still hides that he is reall much older than he actually appears.
Tenek was brought up by the pirates who raided his town when he was a child. After turning fifteen, he left the crew and went out to live on his own. After two years, he was visted by a vampire and...... well, he won't tell you anyway.
Sometime later he sought lessons on various martial arts and became a self-proclaimed master of hand-to-hand combat and short bladed weapons.
Other info: He sucks blood from the foes he's incountered, and the animals when he's been hitting bad times.
(I'm a huge fan of Captain Jack Sparrow)Name: Tenek
Race: Bosmer-Vampire
Age: 225
Age: 17 (in appearance)
sex:yes please(couldn't resist)
rank:Thief\ninja(the ninja part is not well known)
Appearance: Tall for a wood elf (just below average human hieght), mischievious green eyes, and long dark brown hair that hangs just below his shoulders. He has a short, thin goatee (sp.), and a light tanned complexion.
Equipment: he wears a rough leather vest over a tan shirt and pants. Wears a bandana and a fur hat, and almost always uses a couple of partially rusted ebony daggers that have seen better days, but uses anything he can get his hands on.
Personality- while being much older than he looks, Tenek is less mature than he looks or actually is. He's a wild prankster who loves to make fun of more serious individuals (from stealing their possesions and placing them in random places, to teasing them in their private moments,also less mature than anyone he knows).
Tenek has a weakness for alcaholic beverages, but he tries to avoid getting drunk. Tenek can be very reckless, stubborn, and negative when his life is on the line for something that doesn't matter to him. (He didn't sign up for suicide missions).
Brief History: Tenek was infected with vamipirism when he was seventeen years old (hence he looks 17). He has come to enjoy his eternal youth (as he sees it), but still hides that he is reall much older than he actually appears.
Tenek was brought up by the pirates who raided his town when he was a child. After turning fifteen, he left the crew and went out to live on his own. After two years, he was visted by a vampire and...... well, he won't tell you anyway.
Sometime later he sought lessons on various martial arts and became a self-proclaimed master of hand-to-hand combat and short bladed weapons.
Other info: He sucks blood from the foes he's incountered, and the animals when he's been hitting bad times.
Heh, nice guy. Rajn would totally love him. Well, except for the vampirism.
And I never knew that Ebony could rust. I always thought it was a form of crystal rather than steel. Oh well, welcome aboard.
And I never knew that Ebony could rust. I always thought it was a form of crystal rather than steel. Oh well, welcome aboard.
Hello, Tenek!
Welcome to the rp. I am Priest of Sithis, and my Character names are Mannimarco the King of Worms, and Patholos (who until recently was completely insane). I have one question, Is Tenek a political person, because some serious politiks is goin on right now. Very confusing, I get lost alot....lol
Here is a summary of my Character's recent actions that were of the major sort:
!) Patholos formed a new Guild called the Narza'Tai from the ashes of the old Dark Brotherhood with the help of Karn (Lord Revan)
2) Mannimarco was resurrected and is now on the hunt for the three heirs
3) The Army of Morrowind is on the march!
Welcome to the rp. I am Priest of Sithis, and my Character names are Mannimarco the King of Worms, and Patholos (who until recently was completely insane). I have one question, Is Tenek a political person, because some serious politiks is goin on right now. Very confusing, I get lost alot....lol
Here is a summary of my Character's recent actions that were of the major sort:
!) Patholos formed a new Guild called the Narza'Tai from the ashes of the old Dark Brotherhood with the help of Karn (Lord Revan)
2) Mannimarco was resurrected and is now on the hunt for the three heirs
3) The Army of Morrowind is on the march!
Name: Cerpin Taxt (often called Shifter)
Race: Originally altmer
Age: 1043
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. (Rann and Serene are current owners of the gloves. Rann has the left, Serene the right)
(Being disembodied at the moment, he is residing in Ian's mind. Ian's undead nature allows his body to contain more than one soul since Ian is now technically dead.)
Race: Originally altmer
Age: 1043
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. (Rann and Serene are current owners of the gloves. Rann has the left, Serene the right)
(Being disembodied at the moment, he is residing in Ian's mind. Ian's undead nature allows his body to contain more than one soul since Ian is now technically dead.)
Name: Encara
Race: Khaiijit
Age:22
gender:male
Class:spell sword
appearence:the appearance of most khaiijits, but with a more liesurly look to him
equipment:elven longsword,mithril sheild.
brief history:fighters and mages guild
pesonality: loves to fight.
Race: Khaiijit
Age:22
gender:male
Class:spell sword
appearence:the appearance of most khaiijits, but with a more liesurly look to him
equipment:elven longsword,mithril sheild.
brief history:fighters and mages guild
pesonality: loves to fight.
QUOTE(Priest of Sithis @ May 6 2007, 08:55 PM)
Hello, Tenek!
Welcome to the rp. I am Priest of Sithis, and my Character names are Mannimarco the King of Worms, and Patholos (who until recently was completely insane). I have one question, Is Tenek a political person, because some serious politiks is goin on right now. Very confusing, I get lost alot....lol
Here is a summary of my Character's recent actions that were of the major sort:
!) Patholos formed a new Guild called the Narza'Tai from the ashes of the old Dark Brotherhood with the help of Karn (Lord Revan)
2) Mannimarco was resurrected and is now on the hunt for the three heirs
3) The Army of Morrowind is on the march!
yes lord Revan keeps me well informedabout his characters.
Ahhh...so Cerpin has returned? Brianna will like that!
Yeah, and in Ian no less...... Perhaps a more homicidal vampire agent is in order. Btw, just in case some people don't know how I wanted it pronounced the first first syllable of Issac's name is pronounced like "ease."
I just thought it sounded good but didn't know if it was spelled any different than Sir Issac Newton's name. Anyway, carry on.
I just thought it sounded good but didn't know if it was spelled any different than Sir Issac Newton's name. Anyway, carry on.
extremely good idea for cerpin, maybe Mannimarco could find Cerpin a suitable body until he finds one he wants himself. Although the body would have to be in some sort of death....
Name: Commander Vercius Astratus
Age: 600
Race: Dunmer, Urhsilaku clan
Class: Knight/Warrior
Gender: Male
Appearance: Slightly taller than most Dunmer, rivals Nords, Graying hair, scarred body, sunken eyes, gaunt cheeks, depressed looking, signs of alcoholism
Personality: Sullen in person, hard to talk to, commands troops from the front line, fights alongside his men, brave and focused in battle
Equipment: Standard Dunmer Traditional Armour for battle, Leather Jerkin and trousers for lounging and drinking, Formal wear that his late wife Priscilla gave him....never wears it, in his trunk
Weapons:
1) Fists and Teeth: A small hammer his son made for him before he was killed
2) Heartfire: Funny named dagger that "supposedly" touched the Heart of Akorlakahn
3) Banner: Ties it to his back, sharp on one end, never leaves the tent without it
4) Spiked Gauntlets
5) Spiked Boots
6) The Cause: His two handed sword that never leaves his person, holds it up in the air and the troops rally around him
Armour:
Aside from his traditional set, he has a helmet that his son wore when he was killed. If the battle could go either way, Commander Astratus wears his son's helmet and usually he cries "Hell from Red Mountain!" which was his son's battlecry.
Brief History: After the gruesome death of his son and the murder of his family, Vercius hit the bottle hard, most notably when he was thrown out of the Balmora Corner Club for challenging the whole bar with The Cause. Served time in Gnaar Mok, Vivec, Caldera, and the Moonmoth Imperial Fort near Ald Ruhn. Deciding to get his life in check and to honor the memories of his family, he joined the Army of Morrowind, created by the Nerevarine to maintain peace in Vvardenfell after the Nerevarine past away. Technically, the Nerevarine still is Supreme Commander, but the Nerevarine entrusted the second in Command to none other than Vercious, who was a small general in the field. Vercius brought his three cousins as lieutenants, but they were court marshalled for "illegal narcotics." Vercius has been Commander for three years, and already has an honored reputation among the soldiers.
Age: 600
Race: Dunmer, Urhsilaku clan
Class: Knight/Warrior
Gender: Male
Appearance: Slightly taller than most Dunmer, rivals Nords, Graying hair, scarred body, sunken eyes, gaunt cheeks, depressed looking, signs of alcoholism
Personality: Sullen in person, hard to talk to, commands troops from the front line, fights alongside his men, brave and focused in battle
Equipment: Standard Dunmer Traditional Armour for battle, Leather Jerkin and trousers for lounging and drinking, Formal wear that his late wife Priscilla gave him....never wears it, in his trunk
Weapons:
1) Fists and Teeth: A small hammer his son made for him before he was killed
2) Heartfire: Funny named dagger that "supposedly" touched the Heart of Akorlakahn
3) Banner: Ties it to his back, sharp on one end, never leaves the tent without it
4) Spiked Gauntlets
5) Spiked Boots
6) The Cause: His two handed sword that never leaves his person, holds it up in the air and the troops rally around him
Armour:
Aside from his traditional set, he has a helmet that his son wore when he was killed. If the battle could go either way, Commander Astratus wears his son's helmet and usually he cries "Hell from Red Mountain!" which was his son's battlecry.
Brief History: After the gruesome death of his son and the murder of his family, Vercius hit the bottle hard, most notably when he was thrown out of the Balmora Corner Club for challenging the whole bar with The Cause. Served time in Gnaar Mok, Vivec, Caldera, and the Moonmoth Imperial Fort near Ald Ruhn. Deciding to get his life in check and to honor the memories of his family, he joined the Army of Morrowind, created by the Nerevarine to maintain peace in Vvardenfell after the Nerevarine past away. Technically, the Nerevarine still is Supreme Commander, but the Nerevarine entrusted the second in Command to none other than Vercious, who was a small general in the field. Vercius brought his three cousins as lieutenants, but they were court marshalled for "illegal narcotics." Vercius has been Commander for three years, and already has an honored reputation among the soldiers.
I think it was Isaac Newton, so you're safe. I always thought it just had a more distinct 's' sound rather than a 'z' sound though, so thanks for the clarification.
No Priest, all elves live (at maximium) 1000 years, but disease, violence, etc make such cases rare.
Queen Barehziah (sp.) Is over a few centuries old if I'm not mistaken.
noted, thank you revan
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