Okay here are the guidlines:

Name: (Self Explanitory)

Allegiance: (House, Morag Tong, Ashlander, Ash. Symp.,Legion, Legion Symp., Neutral, other (explain)

Race: (Note that these are times of extreme racism and division, your character will be treated differently because of his or her race accordingly)

Class:

Physical Appearince: (Facial features,clothing, build, height, weight, any stuff like they you view as important to put)

Personality: (Self Explanitory)

Brief History (A short history of your character, If you were in AMU please explain that and then a general role you played in things and then what happened afterward)

Name: Anthanes Sedrathi

Allegiance: Mostly neutral, but with Redoran leanings.

Race: Half-Dunmer, Half-Cyrodiil. His mother was a dunmer, which is why he has more Dunmeri traits than Cyrodiil ones.

Age: 32

Physical Appearance: Lighter skin than Dunmer usually have. Less pointed ears. Stands about 6'2 tall. Has short dark hair and a goatie, and is often considered attractive. Looks like this , basically.

Class: Battlemage (and of some power)

Personality: Good-natured, but has a roguish streak and an acid tongue when he wants to. Sometimes seems to consider himself superior over 'nonbattlemages' .

Possesions of note: Fearstruck, ebony longsword that he enchanted by himself. Has daedric runes on it, paralyzes on hit. Powerful reflecting ring, also enchanted by himself.

Brief history: Anthanes had moved into Morrowind from the Imperial Province when he was twenty. Back then he was rather cruel and powerhungry, and sometime during those years he joined a cult of Boethiah. He joined up with a group intent on slaying the wizard Arcyakt, but not that long after became an antagonist. After unleashing a daedra horde upon Redoran soldiers - let's not dwell on that - he fled to a daedric ruin where Arcyakt was. Anthanes killed several innocents of the Ahemmusa tribe that saught refuge in the ruin, but was defeated in combat by the party and had a severe case of amnesia. After regaining his memories, he repented. After playing a part in the battle of Ald'ruhn, he moved into a tower in the same city. He became rather famous and was often challenged to duels by ambitious young battlemages seeking to prove themselves... Who got the brunt of an ancient spell of terrible power he uncovered, named Evan's Spiked Tentacles Of Forced Intrusion. He has also found out his last name on his mother's side. He's very happy about this, as now he doesn't have to introduce himself as Anthanes-No-Lastname-Known.

[ooc: Not final, might be edited.]

ah OMg my eyes, oh i can't watch. gwah that's just wrong. Oh god, I think I'm going to puke. *reaction to Evan's tentacles of forced intrusion.*

loevely post anthanes.

One more reason why I am not messed with lightly.

Name: Endris Gilvoth

Age: About 130 (not that old for a Dunmer)

Allegiance: Morag Tong; Neutral

Race: Dunmer

Class: Assassin; Swordsmen

Physical Appearance: Normal Dunmer face, slightly boney, small scar under his left eye. Skinny, approx. 5'9", not very muscular build. Hair is fairly long for a Dunmer, he lets it falls in his eyes and goes down to back of the neck. About 180 pounds. Wairs very long black cloak. end of it drags behind him and has become torn and frayed over the years. Main weapons are Steel Katana and Wakizashi both with very unique engravings.

Personality: Well, he's an assassin. He does not make himself known in public places and keeps to himslef very much, except when around friends. Once you get to know him he can be quite friendly but is usually very serious. Because of his rank in the Morag Tong he can sometimes be arrogant and show-offy but only within good company (he keeps to himself in public). He is an excellent swordsmen because he has devoted his life to it, but only knows a few illusion spells.

Brief History: He has been in the Morag Tong for roughly 40 years and since then has worked his way up to master rank (which is like 8/10) and is well on his way to becoming an Exalted Master (9/10). He was in Cyrodil when it was destroyed by Arcyakt and barely escaped with his life and he was in Vivec when it was destroyed by Arcyakt, again norrowly escaping. His parents were always travelling and are now (supposed to be) living in Dagon Fel. Oherwise nothing very big has happened in his life. He has killed 100's of people for the guild and is now very happy about the house wars because it means extra business for him. EDIT: Also, anyone who Endris has recieved a writ to kill has been killed. ANYONE. Natural born killa.

Name: ??? He does not know his name

Allegiance: The Nine Divines, however he does not associate himself with a group and prefers to be a loner

Age: 21

Race: Imperial

Class: Crusader

Physical Appearince: His handsome face is normally hidden by a hood,

a robe and a hood, medium build, 5' 11", 184 Pound.

He has a strange scar on his left leg.

Personality: Usually A loner, violent if angered, but even when killing he is generally calm. He is polite to those that don't insult him or the divines.

Brief History: ???? He is in a search for his history.

Name: Jonacin

Age: 43 (Five years after AMU right?)

Race: Redguard

Sex: Male

Class: Blademaster

Allegiance:Neutral

Personality: Taciturn, likes to keep to himself. Is a loyal friend and will go through the fires of Oblivion to protect those he cares about

Equipment: Full Ebony Armour, Ebony Tower Shield and Daedric Katana, as well as multiple restore health/attribute potions

Brief History: Was a famous warrior in his homeland during his youth, but left to become a wandering adventurer. Since then he has become a Blademaster, but no longer wishes to return home, prefering to see the world and live each day as it comes

Other Physical Attributes: Very tall, looks somewhat forbidding. Very muscular and athletic. Missing his left arm below the elbow. Close cropped black hair, clean shaven. Huge amounts of scars on his upper body, front and back, although mostly on his front.

Name: Lykaon, AKA 'That dude in the armor"

Age: 27 (Though, very very few know that...)

Race: Unknown, though from his digitgrade legs, Most assume him to be a Khajiit who's lost their tail. Though, most who make the mistake of insulting him because of this assumption end up with several broken bones, very quickly. Some even go as far to think him a Vampire as he never removes his armor, Esspecially not his helmet.

Allegiance: Neutral, he's a Merc. Work's for just about anyone.

Class: Swordsman, with a slight amount of magery.

Physical Appearince: Lykaon is tall, around 7 feet, and the first thing anyone will notice is that his body is covered with Ebony armor that lacks ornamentation, the armor is completely and utterly black, and what isn't covered with ebony is hidden under cloth or chainmail. The only non-black peice of this armor is the Golden helm on his head which resembles that of a Wolf, the eyes of the helmet have glass lens fitted into them, prevents anyone from seeing even his eyes. Lastly, Lykaon wears a flowing black cloak, which often obscures the Katana sheathed at his side. The Katana has the marks of True Akaviri design, obviously, very very old. Anyone with eyes can also notice that Lykaon has digitgrade legs, which are mostly covered by armor and chainmail. Oddly enough, despite this, he seems to lack a tail.

Personality: Lykaon is cold and impersonal to most, and secretive, almost never speaking of his past. Sometimes however, he will break this and act rather good natured and jovial. Most will notice quickly he places low opinion on Gods and such.


Bio: The time up until his arrival on Morrowind is unknown to all but himself, and he is rather secretive about that, but since he has been in Morrowind, he has quickly gained a reputation as a skilled swordsman and warrior. Working for many of the Houses and such. The Katana he carries is made of a unknown but very light and strong material. It is also crafted at a nigh godly level, or so Lykaon believes, as the sword cuts through most armor with ease, and he's never had to have it sharpened.
Most people who know of Lykaon steer clear of him, except for when they need him to do a job, as his mysterious and dangerous reputation proceeds him.

Name: Val-Jeer

Allegiance: Legion

Race: Argonian

Class: Spellsword

Appearance: In his 20's. Normal height for an Argonian (Slightly taller than an imperial) Instead of painting a bullseye on himself by wearing the legion armor, he wears a brown longcoat fashioned from an old robe. Uses a silver-edged steel katana in an upside-down fashion consisting mostly of quick slices. Around his neck on a silver chain is a small charm in the shape of a leaf surrounded by intertwining gold wire. The leaf itself is magically carved emerald, and sprinkled with diamond dust to give it a morning dew appearance. This charm has the ability to hasten one's natural magicka recovery. Both the charm and the sword are his only mementos of his parents.
Val-Jeer (charm not included in sketch)

Personality: Quiet, but well mannered. He can be very patient at times, but there will always be things he has no tolerance for. Since his parents' deaths, he often has a reocurring nightmare about being trapped and helpless in a burning house. Suprisingly enough, he appeares and acts well rested, if only to mask his troubled mind.

Brief History: Working at his father's supply shop until he was 16, he decided he wanted a life of adventure. Of course this erupted into a bitter arguement between him and his caring parents. Despite their protests, he was off. In less than a week, he had returned home with the intention of apologizing and returning to his old life. Unfortunatly, the two story shop/home where he had lived for 16 years was burned to the ground. With nowhere to go, he joined the Legion. In just one year, he found himself being transferred to Vvardenfell...

Name:(this is Otik from AMU) He goes by Stauros when in the house but his assasin name is Vaska(not many people know this though and he wants to keep it this way)

Allegiance: House Hlaalu and Morag Tong (shabam!)

Race:He is one of those kick butt Bretons

Class:he is more of rouge now

Physical Appearince: Tall, lean, and a scar from the Nords on his back that he doesn't show anyone, ever. He also wears exiset cloths when he is in the Hlaalu and a darker clothing(obviously) when his alter ego assasin comes up.

Personality: some what cautious and head-strong

Brief History: Lived in Khuul. got found eaves droping in on the main/origional group of AMU, got a daesease went half crazy, dontinued on to play the typical "good guy". After everything was over he went to Balmora, helped rebuild it. After a few years past no body belived that he was the guyy that helped save the world and shunded him. After a few years in isolation, he broke out with a new personality and joined Hlaalu and then became one of the top officials. Tire of the people in the world, he joined the morag tong and got to be an elite assasin () or something. well thats 'bout it

is that good enough?



OKay I cahnged it to say why he practically became evil

not very Otik-ish, but maybe he changed a lot, or the otik we know was a facade....

scary.

lol after seeing that much death and destuction people change

oh well i will probably do a lousy role play anyways...

Name: En'Fel

Allegiance: Ashlander

Race: Dunmer

Class: Spellsword

Physical Appearance: Young looking, skin slightly duller and darker than the average the dunmer, bright red eyes, long black hair done in braids. He's tall, one of the tallest people in his refuge, but his muscles are well toned at best, not very large. He wields a long bonesword and wears full leather armor complete with a black tabard

Personality: He's sharp minded, stubborn, and tends to jump to extreme measures rather quickly. He believes in justice, but has a weakness to the helpless, and therefore, he's willing to do almost anything to achieve his goals, except kill a helpless innocent.

Brief History: En'fel is the nephew of one of the Zainab Ashkhan, Kaushad. When the Empire collapsed and the Ashlander camps began getting raided, En'fel's uncle organized the retreat to the Neran Ancestral Tomb. Since then, in the reading of a prophecy, En'fel's Uncle decided the Ashlanders must come together to face this threat, so he sent his En'Fel out with six Ashlanders to try and collect the survivors and lead them to the refuge.

Name:Megil Tel'Zeke

Allegiance: Neutral, yet influential in the Vivec branches of the houses

Race: Dunmer (and Sylph) Age: 20+x. x being however many years after AMU this takes place.

Class:.... his position is Chief of Defenses for the City of New Vivec.

Physical Appearince: The hair was once Red, but has become a silver color now. Once only a temporary trait, his blue eyes became a permanent feature after the encounter with Sheogorath. He will also wear mysterous blue armour that seems to be almost enitrely crystal with Silver veining though out it. He carries a bow, and a self-filling quiver (gift from Azura) that produces crsytalline blue arrows. Also he has the following tattoo on the back of his neck where it meets the shoulder


(You MUST ask permission if you wish to use above image in any manner, even if it is inscribing it permanently into your body.)

Personality: Quiet and Calm,slow to anger (usually). but is also very forceful, as his position requires him to do so.

Brief History- born to sylph, Megil being born Male carried on the characteristics of his father for the most part, with the exceptional ability to control water and communicate with sylphs. Since his indulgence of the power years prior during the combat against Arcyakt, Megil has spent much time exploring it and refining it to a honed skill. In this learning he has also unlocked deeper secrets, including the ability of a seer, though he rarely heeds the vague visions he sees.

After the Battle of Ald'Rhun Megil returned and helped in the plannin and rebuilding of the City if New Vivec. Though Vivec no longer resided there having been killed years earlier. The New city played of the Canton theory of vivec, but also made it More open, so that it was easier to find people. The architecture was also far more elaborate, and many statues stood in the plazas, of great warriors (I.E. AMU people) and of the God's. Elaborate ountains and artificial ponds litered throughout the city, some housing rare fish imported from throughout nirn. These investments were largely covered by the huge fortune that resided in Megil's 7,000 year old family. As a result of this charity, and his acting as commander in Chief protecting Vivec years before. Megil was given the title of Chief of Defenses for the City of New Vivec. As such he had control over the Ordinators, as well as constant business with the houses, since he had to keep their bickering in control.

He resides in a manor just in the mainland of Vivec, where he is open to consultation from most anyone. He does not fear assassination, becuase he himself is ready to handle any assassin that makes it past hi bodyguard. To date none have.

May tack on some more later.

lol I see he went with the George R.R. Martin style title.

I'll post Sel as soon as AMU is considered completely dead.

I still have to decide just whom I'm going to create to adventure with you all...
And don't forget even though your Legion char isn't wearing his uniform he is still an Argonian, and the houses don't like associating with "dirty lizards".

It would be awfully nice if we all would post a picture of our charachter, BobV did post a screenie (which shows how very handsome Anthanes is, yummy ), Megil and Kell-Reevor posted their great drawings..So what do you say shall we try to make drawings or screenies????

I hope you remeberd me saying that I edited Serene´s age some weeks ago? I made her 10 years younger so she wouldn´t be an old hag .....She is as old as Jonacin now!!!

Later tonight when I get online from home I´ll post her, along with info how she spent the years between the RP:s and also I will post some screenies! (Ahh you will like them I can assure you! )

Hehe Jonacin is an old man for the next RP, 43 years young

43 years. is OLD???? OMG.......I think that´s a good age, you are mature and experienced, self-content and have seen something of the world.......

So...Serene and Jonacin will be the only matures then maybe...hmm not bad..not bad at all!

Name:Kiln

Age:50(Young for a dark elf)

Allegiance: Imperial Legion

Race:Dunmer

Class:Warrior

Physical appearance:Average appearance for a dark elf, hair stands spiked above his head.(No screenshot cause I play on xbox and I won't even attempt to draw him so just picture him as the elf on morrowind's case.)

Personality: Hard to provoke into anger and violence but will not stand for insults upon his honor or dignity. At first glance would appear hard and unkind but is actually quite friendly and welcoming to anyone who would seek him out.

History: When he was younger he lived in Ald Ruhn with his parents who traveled frequently, adventuring and exploring the land of Vvardenfell. One of their adventures was cut short though when his mother came down with a blight disease, stubbornly, she refused to see a temple healer and eventually died from the disease.

In the following times of hardship, his father became depressed and drank frequently up until his suicide. Kiln was forced out of his home and became a wandering traveler, going wherever his feet would take him, even serving in the blades for some time.

Upon the attack of his home island by a bloodthirsty mage and his generals, Kiln joined the legion in hopes of defending his home, though he was shipped off and stationed at Sadrith Mora which despite their attempts at defending the city, fell quickly against the enemy army.

Escaping through mage transport, he joined in the battle of Ald Ruhn as an officer of low rank and no importance. The houses fell into greater power than ever in the years of reconstruction after the conflict and having no need for the Imperial soldiers, forced them out of their cities, leaving Kiln and several other soldiers scattered throughout the island, struggling to survive.

Kiln's natural influence has made him a respected leader to what men he has command over, his personal quest is to reunite the scattered legion troops and restore the legion to it's former glory, or at least a minor power in Vvardenfell.
(Hope that's good.)

That's great, I love how you tied him into the RP as one of the soldiers. very good.

Name: Darus Ir Shin

Race: Redguard

Sex: Male

Height: 6'4

Age: 29

Build: Very muscular

Class: Body guard

Wepon: Daedric spear

Appearence: Black bushy spiked hair (like this), full Nordic mail armor, very handsome, brown eyes, no facial hair.

Allignment: Megil

Pesonality: While not on guard, very outgoing and fun-loving.

Brief history: After training with his father, uncle and cousin, Darus became an excelent spear fighter. After traveling around many cities in Tameriel without finding a job worthy of his skills, he moved to Vivec and spent a few years as a bouncer. After fighting in the great Vivec battle, he was given high praise for his skills and now serves Megil Tel'Zeke as a bodyguard.

Name: Caldius Irithius

Allegiance: Legion, sort of.

Age: 16

Race: Imperial

Class: Knight (in training)

Weapon: Large two-handed mithril blade.

Click here for Cal's Sword

Armor: Black and white Mithril shoulderpad (Right). Black leather gloves. White shirt. Black what's-it-called Mithril infused thingy that covers body, and legs (the thing with straps that goes all the way down to the knees, no idea what its called). A white, silverish kneepad. Thick leather boots.

Click to see what Cal looks like!

Physical Appearance: Tall, about 1.80 meters. Scruffy brown hair. Pretty handsome. Heh.

Personality: Energetic, impulsive, modest, well-mannered, pretty wild when fighting.

Brief History: Caldius was born in Balmora, where his father and mother lived most of their lives. His father was a Knight in the Imperial Legion, and Caldius often watched him as he trained the Legion Soldiers. Caldius' uncle, was also a Legioneer. When Caldius was 11, he lost both of his parents to the evil mage Arkyath (sp.. lol). He swore revenge, and found out later that Arkyath had been defeated. He abadoned the thoughts of revenge, and together with his uncle. His uncle trained him with the two-handed sword, and teached Caldius how to infuse magicka into the sword, to enhance it's abilities for a short duration. At the age of 16, Caldius was given the title of Knight, like his father before him. Even though Caldius was still in-training, he got himself forged a custom large (very large) two-handed sword. Caldius is still very in-experienced, and has killed very few.

Skills (Magic):
Magicka Infusion (Fire) - Infuses magicka, giving the weapon increased damage, and fire element property for 30 seconds, or until stopped.
Magicka Rage - Increases the user's speed by 30% and strength by 30% for 30 seconds.

These are his "basic" skills. More will be learnt with time, and after some time, he'll be über! .. Or maybe not.


Anyways, that's my new char.


EDIT: Drawings will come, as soon as I will draw them. Later today, most likely.

Hmm...

Well, I'm gonna start thinking about a character today - maybe draw on too while we are having yet another boooooring time at school. I'll had out futher information tomorrow

Thanks Megil.

So Ryuku, your new guy is basically a new recruit then?

With some skills.

And a big sword. Real big.

But basically, yes.

Ah, cool. Inexperienced makes for a good Role play.

Edited my post to include a charm as well as a little extra info.

Hehe . . reveals a lot doesn't it.

That all I'm going to show of him for a while.

well yeah unless 130 isn't mature......

I can post a picture as soon as someone can draw the following:

Dark-elf with long black braids (they'll look like thin dreadlocks) with some random animal skin for pants.

if i can get MW up and running on my pc i will post my char. face. can get the cloak in mw.....

It depends if you are man or mer....

Yeah well I'd say if you're 130 you're pretty mature either way...

Ok guys..since it´s late here I thought I´d post some very nice pics of Serene, a happy Serene, at least until all hell break loose in the new rp
Oh and I´ll post her stats and some backstory tomorrow because I really have to log off soon

enjoy the pics anyway!


Rebuilding Ald´ruhn

shopping in the market

OMG!!!


Where is my son?

So..I fixed my hair? Big deal?

Name: Dane Val'neer

Allegiance: Neutral (Hostile toward Legion and religions)

Race: Imperial/Bosmer

Class: Ranger

Physical Appearince: Dane has somewhat pointed ears and striking green elven eyes. He has very elven facial features and a medium build but has an undeniable Imperial flair to his look He has medium length brown hair and a solemn brooding expression. He dresses in leather armor and is armed with a longsword on his back, a dagger in his boot and a shortsword by his hip.

Personality: Due to his past he is introverted and brooding and distrusting of most. He is especially distrusting of the Legion because of his father. It is hard to tell what he is truly thinking because of his unchanging expression but regardless of how emotionless he may seem that is not the case. His temper can flair unexpectantly and violently over certain subjects but he never goes as far as murder.

Brief History: Dane grew up in the slums of Cyrodiil. He lived with his poor mother and also his father (who was a legionarre). When he was still relitively young his father left his family on some war or battle and never actually returned. His mother was grief stricken and being a drunk then started snorting moon sugar, eventually turning to harder stuff and becoming a skoom addict. Dane tried his best to support his mother with odd jobs and even theft but she would only squander their hard earned gold on more skooma. Eventually she became deathly ill, and despite Dane's beggings to the priests and prayers to the 9 Divines, passed away leaving him alone. He denounced society and left the city for the cyrodiilian forests where he picked up self-sufficency and the ways of the Ranger. He has spent most of his life traveling doing mercenary work and small tasks for the Fighters Guild. He traveled to Vvardenfell and has been there long enough to know quite a bit about its landscape and inhabitants.

Okay everyone that thought that Otik seemed to go evil for no reason i enlightened that (I had all school day to think about it ) well enjoy.

Name: Raxle O'Conner

Allegiance: Imperial Legion

Race: Imperial/Nord

Class: Spearman

Age: 26

Physical Appearince: Raxle is 5'10'' and 160 lbs. Medium length wiry hair. Meduim build. Royal blue eyes. Equipment is normal for a spearmen, short sword and spear.

Personality: Absolutely HATES the legion. Has no idea why he is in it. Foul mouth, merc type of guy. Lives day to day, not to many cares in the world. Hates orcs and dark elves. Very well known amongst his fellow legionarres, almost to the point of being the company clown. Has never killed a man.

Brief History: Raxle was born in a nobody town in Cyridol to a Blacksmith and a Prostitute. His relationship with his father was never good, and always led to fights (hand to stick) and eventually getting him kicked out. When he was twelve he got a job working for a local cutthroat as a begger boy. He was givin food, water and a place to stay as long as he stole, begged, and stole some more. This influenced his personality greatly. When Raxle discovered that his mother had been sleeping with his employer, O'conner trashed the mans home and stole his valuables.

With the money gained from the theiving he gave a very large sum to his mother and pleaded her to go with him but she refused. Enraged he left her and his history in Cyrodil forever. Later on he joined the legion because the courts had finally found him and gave him a choice. 25 years in the imperial prisons or fight for the legion. (17)

After serving for 4 years in the mountain regions of northren cyrodil he, and his company were givin the order to move out for the defense of Vvardenfell. Raxle was stationed at Ebonhart for a short few weeks untill he was forced to leave for the defense of Vivec.

After many days of fighting the undead and constructs, the enemy had offered the defenders a chance of surrender. He thought it would be all over, but the Dark Elf in charge wouldn't give up. This angered Raxle and started a growing hatred for Dunmer.

The defense of Ald'run was an amazing battle for him, he fought beside and against so many different hero's that it was almost of mythic porportions to him. But it turned him off when those same people he fought for hunted the legionarres down after the fall of Arcyakt.

5 years later and the only thing keeping him from going AWOL from the legion in the fact that everyone else wants to kill him.

Ohh nice i like the friction you have established between Megil andRaxle. should make for interesting activity.

Name: Akar Vantinius (he is unsure if his surname, but uses it anyway; its the best lead he has on his roots. His real name is Saryn, but doesn't know it. also, he is Serene's son that is inkown to him as well)

Age: 22

Allegiance: Undecided

Race: Half-imperial, half-dunmer

Class: Fighter with minor skills in healing magic(most likely inherited from Serene)

Physical Appearance: Has amethyst colored eyes, thin, shoulder-length black hair, light grey skin. He is of a medium build due to a mixture of slender dunmer and large imperials. He wields a "bastarde" sword, or a one-and-a-half-handed sword made of a mixture of ebony and silver. He wears common clothing, often brown or black, and a light chainmail shirt underneath. He has black leather boots that amplify his limited healing magic, and an amulet that lets him go unseen. (chameleon)

Personality: As a young boy, he was shy and reserved, but soon changed into an outgoing, cocky, skooma smoker. (not an addict, but a casual user of the stuff) He often goes out of his way to heal people, and is extremely flirtatious(sp?).

Brief History: He grew up in a small orphanage in Cyrodiil until the age of five, where he was adopted by an imperial farmer and his wife. They weren't mean or kind, but treated akar as if he were a horse; something that needed to be kept up. They wanted a worker, not a son. He grew up working the fields, but practiced his swordsmanship in his free time. When he turned sixteen, he demanded pay from his "parents". They, of course, refused, so Akar merely left. He got a new job working as a smith's apprentice in Cyrodiil. He wasn't accepted by many people, except for his boss and his daughter, being a "half-breed". In his time off work, he worked on his own sword, in which he combined silver with a small amount of ebony, producing an extremely durable and light bastarde sword. He began to be curious of his origins, so he met with the workers at the orphanage and learned that his mother was an outcast of the "Vantinius" family named Serene. The last name gave him no solid leads other than an old couple who would say nothing of a daughter, not even if they had one or not. He traced the first name to Vvardenfell, so he travelled there, hoping to meet his mother. His search was soon made nearly impossible by the blockade aorund vvardenfell that was soon formed, and by the obliteration of much of the island by an army of constructs.

Note to minque: if any of this is inaccurate, tell me so that I might change it.

Note to fans of Sel: he will more than likely be in this RP, but I am using Akar until I actually figure out how Sel's future ends up.

Name:Ryan


Allegiance:None but with Redoran leanings

Race: Imperial

Age 23

Class: Axe Sneak

Physical Appearince: Ryan is about 6'1 and had green eyes. His face is smooth but he walk with the obvious stance of a warrior. He Carries about twenty axes, the most note worthy are FireBane & IceBane.

Personality: Ryan is kind but hates being betrayed. he also hate to be ignored or to have thing happening around him that he cant control. He is a definate Control Freak.

Brief History Ryan had just arrived in Balmora when the constructs attacked. he joined in with the fighters and helped in the trappings of Caldera, where he was abandoned by his comrades and joined Osano. After Osano joined the defenders, Ryan just followed him. After the War Osano and Ryan had many adventures over the course of five years(?) but Ran eventually went back to civilization.

Oh, God. It is Niran. Sel stabbed him in the leg.

Crap.

btw if he is Niran he is technical dead. and the defense system of Vivec prohibits entry of anything undead.

can't ahve an army of zombies entering the city.

There can be flaws in everything.. but if it is Niran then I think the gods had something to do with it..

Think about it, Niran a crusader?

he could change. Death tends to do that to people.

He still likes to fight people...

besides anything suspiscious will reach megil, if it is important enough. and it's only been 5 years. he might see a resembance and send darus over to insult the god's and see your reaction. ^ ^

I wish more people would post at 8 AM gmt+1. Hehe. Oh well.

Anyways, I've posted my littal intro post, and I guess only err.. the gods (..maybe not) know what'll happen.


Drawings are uploaded. I did the very very basic coloring, just to let ya know how it supposed to look like.

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Here's my character... Thought it was nice to get started knowing how much you guys post over the night while I'm sleeping

Name: Eberron (Didn't find anything interesting..)

Race: Redguard

Allegiance: Neutral - But has a close connection to the Legion

Sex: Male

Age: 27

Class: Fighter

Personality: Careful when it comes to knowing and trusting people. Is open about he's opinions. He likes having control over situtations, a leader type but accepts following others orders if needed. He tries to stay out of conflicts, but dont hesitate drawing his sword. Out of that he is a nice person, always tries to help his friends and stands up for his belives.

Physical Appearince: High and muscular. Broad shoulders and face of a fighter with experiance, is good looking. Has no special marks or signs on his body but one, a old scar across his neck with its special story. Black hair with dreadlocks.

Brief History: With a random youth he had a great noble family. Did alot of combat training early in his life, his father a great warrior for the Legion.
With the attack on the city of Cyrodiil his father was called in to protect the Emporer. In the bloodshed that followed he was one of the few survivors, as he was returning to get his family in safty and out of Cyrodiil he was called in once again. He denied the orders, because of that the Legionares to a fast decission of killing him.

After that Eberron and his older brothers tried to protect their sister and mother, as they were constantly ambushed by bandits and demons they fell one by one until it was only Eberron and his sister Alyssa left. Knowing one man who could help them he travelled along with his sister to Vvardenfell seeking Arneth. Arneth would watch over his sister. Eberron had little connections with his sister until he found out about the fall of the Tribunal and that the rumours of war between Morrowind's Great Houses came to his ears. He managed to get on to the Island before the Legion closed of all connection to Vvardenfell.

That should be all, I will mostly keep his sister and Arneth out of the picture - I'll draw them into the RP maybe once or twice I think..

Name: Konrad Seley

Race: Imperial

Age: 18

Allegiance: Neutral

Sex:Male

Class:Nothing in particular

Personality: Quiet. Mainly due to the fact he hasn't talked in 5 years. Not shy, doesn't care what anyone thinks and he knows he can dispatch of anyone unfriendly. The Konrad of before is buried deep inside.

Physical appearance: Toned. Dark brown spikes cascade haphazardly over his face, concealing golden eyes. His sturdy jaw line framing a tanned face; clear apart from a small scar by his left ear. He stands at 5’ 11”, and though he is not muscle-bound his active life keeps him fit and strong enough. He wears a ragged leather jerkin, the worn material hanging loose on him.

History: After the events of AMU he settled down on the outskirts of the town where Sel and Celia settled. It was thought he was an old warrior, relaxing after many years war. Konrad loved this, spending his days keeping fit and relaxing in his small cottage, sometimes driving the beasts out of his back yard. He grew crops for living and stayed out of contact with anyone. When he first came he ordered for the wekly newspaper to be dropped off at his cottage though, so he keeps up with the times. He is now a lot more mature, but has not used a weapon for 5 years. He has developed his telekinesis skills, being able to pick up trees and move them out of his path by looking at them if he walks through the forest.