Skyrim: Rise of the Bandit King (OOC) [No Longer Accepting]

[Azena]

[OP changed to Azena]

(SORRY WE ARE NO LONGER ACCEPTING NEW PLAYERS)


IC link :
http://roleplayerguild.com/showthrea...he-Bandit-King

30 years past after the Dragonborn left Skyrim. New smaller towns have sprouted around Skyrim, budding from the originals. Mostly farms, lumberyards, and/or fishing villages, but recently bandits have been raiding these "outer towns" destroying villages. Kidnapping women and children with the intent to sell into slavery. All of this is being done by one Man or Mer who calls himself "The Bandit King". Nobody knows what he truly looks like, or where he is hiding. The Emperor denies his existance, beliving that it is merely a rumor. so it is up to a group of individuals to destroy the man behind it all.... if he even actually exists....

PLEASE READ ALL THE GUIDELINES AND FOLLOW THEM.

-im leaning towards HIGH CASUAL so please at least 2 or 3 paragraphs please

-also aiming for slight realism. No power killing everything. 1vs1 you'll most likely win. 1vs2 is a challenge, and 1vs3 is suicide

-okay so new technology in Skyrim like crossbows, roman plumbing and waterways, throwing knives, spears, etc.

-magic is still in Skyrim but masters are very rare and hard to find. The college of winterhold still exists but is pretty much the only place that practices magic regularly.

-characters will be playing only "slightly higher than average" characters. Eliminating OP characters and emphasizing on teamwork.

-the beginning of the game will start with all of our characters in the same village right before it got raided by Bandits. If they were living there or not is up to you.

-players MUST have a profession that they did daily before the bandit raid on their village. There are PLENTY to choose from exe: farming, fishing, mining, lumberjack, blacksmith, boatmen, tradesmen, scholar etc. I'll accept sellswords and adventurers but if everyone picks that, Ill stop accepting.

-i need 6 DEVOTED players who post at least once or twice daily.

-if you read these guidelines, then please add "welcome to skyrim" under your CS.

- Okay we will be all starting in a newly built small village called Tearstead. It is right below Aivarstead and to the left of Lake Tear. Its mostly plains, with a lake to its right and mountains to the south. Its a newly built village with plenty of natural resources surrounding it. It is ex-stormcloak territory so imperials rarely come down this far. I provided a map above to help us out. I'll leave the ideas of the buildings and surroundings to you guys, so be creative and descriptive.

Basically we will do a line of intro posts of a basic normal day at the village. Then after everyone posts, the shit will hit the fan! I'm not assigning a post order, but please no ping-ponging. HAVE FUN!!!

Appearance: pic or written... please no anime)

Name: (derf)

Age: (young and naive or old and wise lol)

Race: (context sensitive to racisim)

Weapon: (only one or two weapons if dual weilding, and please no daedric or extremely rare weapons, homemade is ok as long as its reasonable)

Skills: (be down to earth err-Skyrim with skills. No bladesmasters or master assassins. If your magical, please only choose 2 schools of magic...3 if you have no weapons at all)

Equipment: (be very descriptive! Bags, food, potions, everything! And remember about weight.)

Job/Profession: (Blacksmith, alchemist, hunter, fisherman, Sellsword etc)

Strengths/weaknesses: (if you weild a giant hammer and have muscles bigger that your head, your prolly not agile. Same for thieves but vice versa. Mages too. Think Rock,Paper, Scizzors :-). )

Background: (tell me about yourself. At least two paragraphs)

Other: (anything special to note put here.)

User: Lucius Cypher

Appearance:


Name: Karnage

Age: 32

Race: Orc

Weapon: Wields a warhammer.

Skills:
Blacksmith: Karnage's ability is limited only by the time and materials he's given. While other smiths may beat him in overall design, what he lacks in quality he makes up for in quantity. He may not be able to recreate a legendary weapon, but he could make something close, and he'd make four of them.
Two-Handed Weapon Style: Karnage has built up years of skill swinging his hammer, for either creating new things of metal or breaking things of metal. While his skills aren't as great as some of the same weapon class, he's certainly no slouch nor pushover.

Equipment: The only armor he has are his boots and gauntlets, otherwise his clothing mainly consist of a worn red cloak, a kilt, and a magic amulet he wears (In image). It's enchanted to help Resist Magic and to breath underwater. He also (With great struggle) carries various ingots of metal in a wooden box he has on his back, which he uses to repair or make new weapons, armors, or tools. For food, he has some veal and fish, but that's about it.

Job/Profession: Blacksmith

Strengths/weaknesses:
Durable: As an Orc who's life rotated between the blistering heat of the forge and the bloody struggle of battle, Karnage is naturally quite resistant against swords, arrows, and the odd fireball.
Quick Feet and Sharp Mind: Despite being an Orc, Karnage trained his life to be fast on his feet and able to react just as quickly. If he has only his weapon, He'd first dodge and counter attacks rather then tank them, but that doesn't mean he can't take a heavy hit either. He can dodge attacks and take them if he has too.
Endless Energy: This orc can last long periods of time without rest or food, and could constantly pummel away at something until either it breaks, or whatever he's using to hit the thing breaks.

Too-Focus: If there is something that Karnage is focusing on, he tends to focus on it too much to notice things around him, no matter how dangerous or serious they are. It takes either getting hit or losing his target to get him to notice his surroundings.
Can't Speak: Ever since he had his tongue cut out, Karnage has had a rough time with the whole "conversation" scene.
Illiterate: Never learned how to read. Never needed to, and after getting his tongue cut out, never bothered to.

Background: Karnage isn't a native to Skyrim; he hails from the Land of Morrowind, where he served in the Imperial Empire as one of their Blacksmiths, and sometimes, a soldier. He never knew who his father or mother were, and never really bothered to figure out. The moment he was born he was thrust into battle, knowing nothing but war and weapons. Despite this, however, Karnage was different from other orcs, in that he seemed rather intelligent for an Orc. He was philosophical and clever, though he had a tendency to ask questions. To his fellow orcs, this made him seem shady and untrustworthy, as he constantly questioned orders and the ideals of others. Still, his prodding did provide some insight to certain situations and got his fellow soldiers out of rather sticky situations, so they tolerated it... Not to say the enemy felt the same way.

Karnage and his battalion were sent out to deal with a roaming band of renegades one day. It was thought to be a simple thing; Karnage with was a hundred other able-body soldiers, and they simply had to chase down a group of about twenty. But it was a trap; the renegades numbered into the hundreds, nearly hitting a thousand. Karnage and his battalion were ambushed and overwhelmed, most died, a few left for dead, and the others taken for prisoner. Karnage was one of them. He was something of a voice of reason and a source of hope for his men, which is why the renegades saw it fit to have him tortured. Being that he was an orc, he struggled through the worse of it, but perhaps one thing that broke him the most was then they cut out his tongue. This act virtually silenced him, and triggered such a blood rage that he managed to liberate himself and his fellow soldiers from the renegade prison. However, Karange did not make it back with his fellow soldiers to an Imperial Outpost, and instead simply vanished, assumed to be dead. Now he travels, in bitter grief over his suffering, silently offering his services of the forge to those willing to pay or to those he simply feels charitable towards.

Other: Likes music, and is noticeably thinner then most orcs. Though probably due to the torture he withstood, he's somewhat weaker in raw strength then other orcs, but he makes up for it in speed. Lastly, he has a tattoo of his name on his back, a misspelling of "carnage" spelled as "Karnage"

User: Lucius Cypher

Appearance:


Name: Lucilia Faasnu

Age: 19

Race: Imperial

Weapon: Uses a Crossbow with basic steel bolts. Her only melee weapon is a woodcutting axe.

Skills:
Alchemy: Lucilia is a decent alchemist and has a somewhat extensive knowledge of various poisons and potions, as well as their ingredients. Currently, she is studying the properties of certain stones and dust for a new type of mixture...
Sneak: As an expert at sneaking, Lucilia makes no noise nor does anyone but the most omniscient could detect her approach or leave.
Speech: Life as a bard has taught Lucilia how to sweet-talk or intimidate her targets into a favorable situation, or at the very least, makes sure she can tell a lie without cracking or showing any sighs of the opposite.

Equipment: Lucilia travels lightly out of choice, carrying only bits of food and some treasure if she plans to sell it. Has the general survival needs, but of things specifically she has her trusty Bard Lute, and a strange key. Carries enough money to travel from town-to-town, and makes more by selling tidbits she finds on the road and through her songs.

Job/Profession: Bard

Strengths/weaknesses:
Highly Perceptive: Lucilia could find a fly taking a piss at a mile away from smell alone if she had to, and near no one comes and goes without her figuring it out. Not even those invisible can disappear from her.
Steady Hands: While Lucilia never professional handled a weapon before, her hands can hold a bow, sword, or staff in such a way some people might mistake her as a master.
Agile: Lucilia is no fighter, and prefers to keep on the move then to make a stand. Packing light and moving fast, she can navigate a forest, city, fortress, or dungeon with ease, outrunning all but the air she breaths.
Good Aim: Lucilia can chuck knives, axes, rocks, spears, and other assorted things with deadly efficiency.

Fragile: Lucilia can take slash, maybe a arrow or two, but past all of that, Lucilia isn't exactly good at absorbing blows.
Cowardly: Lucilia isn't a hunter or a soldier, and isn't good at direct confrontation. She'll stick a knife into you with a steady hand, but her heart will be heavy with guilt at the idea of taking a life in a fight, so she'll stick her knife from behind and try to make it quick. Otherwise she'll just split.
Low Strength: Lucilia could carry a giant battle axe, but don't expect her to use it for long. She's better off at trying to throw it.

Background: Lucilia graduated at the bard's college in Skyrim, a pro with the Lute with a singing voice that can match some of the best. However, the day she graduated brought her only little happiness; besides her friends and teachers, Lucilia had no family. The only thing she has in remembrance of her father was his crossbow, but nothing else he left behind indicated he was a hunter of any sort. Indeed, she only became a bard because of the vast amount of story books and songs he left behind. Even her mother was a mystery; potions and books on poisons, she thought her mother was either an assassin or a witch, neither paths she really wanted to take. Still, even if she knew next to nothing about her family, she still wished there was some sign of them. So when she graduate from the bard College, while she entertains patron at taverns and on the road, she looks for anything hints of her past.

Life strait out of college was a bit rough at first, and danger was always present. But she never travels alone, going with caravans and entertaining them with her songs. She amassed quite a book of stories and adventure, and while they weren't exactly epics, they should be enough to earn her some listening money (I.e. tips) by the fire side. As she traveled, she also built up plenty of other new skills, mostly when dealing with badit attacks or the odd wildlife; mostly it involved running away and hiding, but occasionally, Lucilia is able to help a bit with a good throwing arm. She was taught how to throw knives and other weapons by one of the caravan guards, and sometimes she makes money off of dart games and other related activities.

Other: Is a lightweight when it comes to alcohol, but all it does it make her sleepy and lethargic.

User: Azena

Name: Syrona Ortiz

Age: 23

Race: Imperial

Weapon: Imperial Bow and Steel Arrows


Skills:
-- Talented Marksman
-- Trapping and Poison

Equipment:
-- Hunter Outfit (in pic)
-- Imperial Bow
-- Steel Arrow x30
-- Iron Dagger (for skinning animals)
-- Paralysis Poison x3
-- Flint
-- Med-kit (Bandages, thread, needle, health potion)

Job/Profession: Hunter

Strengths:
-- Deadly with a bow
-- Knows the woods well, where to hunt, what to eat, etc.
-- Many friends throughout Skyrim

Weaknesses:
-- Struggles in close combat
-- No knowledge of magic and the arcane arts
-- Curiousity killed the cat

Background:
Syrona was born to post-war Skyrim and has therefore not seen it in its darkest times. Her father was a member of the Legion and took part in the civil war. As a young girl, he told her stories about the Dragonborn and the war that plagued Skyrim. Every night she would sit by the fire as her father danced in the light, acting out the great battles he was in and some he likely wasn't. She was entralled by the glory of the Legion and the adventures of the Dragonborn. She made a vow to grow up a great warrior and live out her own legend. But, eventually you grow up. No new wars came to Tamriel. No dragons poured from the mountains. Life was as it always had been for decades before the Stormcloak Rebellion.

Since those days, she has travelled the land and has almost forgotten the dark themes and adventure her father tried to plant in her head. She has been on her own for years, using her father's bow to make a name for herself as a hunter. She mostly took the path in order to travel across Skyrim and see all that it had to offer. She tends to spend months in a single town or city, hunting in the forests and mountains nearby and then selling the pelts and meat to the locals. Always friendly and fair on her prices, she has made many friends in the villages she travels and is usually welcomed wherever she has been. Occassionally her skill set is contracted for other affairs, such as clearing monsters or hunting fugitives. As long is the pay is good and her work betters Skyrim, she is always happy to help. Curious in nature, Syrona sometimes finds herself in trouble with the guards for 'asking to many questions' or 'snooping around where she ought not to'.

After accompanying some mages from the College of Winterhold to clear out a pesky Frost Troll in the area, she decided she had enough of the constant snowing and travelled south. She picked a small town that she had yet to visit, Tearstead, and made for the new village. The trip came with it's own worries. Many of the small villages across Skyrim were under attack by this Bandit King and Tearstead could end up being one of them. However, after three weeks in the small village, no attack came. Her fears of Bandit raids became non-existant and her simple life continued, uninterrupted as a temporary citizen of Tearstead. And another day of hunting was underway...

other: welcome to skyrim

Appearance:

She has brown hair, green eyes and weighs about 125lbs. She's about 5'5", a little on the short side but don't pick on her for it or she might stuff an arrow into your side.

Name: Lenaya Alcerion

Age: 23, though she doesn't act it all the time.

Race: (context sensitive to racisim): Of Nordic descent.

Weapon: Hunting bow with steel arrows, along with an iron dagger she uses for skinning and trimming purposes.

Skills:
Magic: Minor healing spell that more or less never gets used.
Hunting: Lenaya is a very adept hunter, being that it’s her trade. She’s very proficient in the art of tracking, skinning and salting as well.
Combat: Lena will stick to long range fighting, but if her enemies come close she’ll rely on her dagger to help her. If it comes down to it, she might just attempt to stick an arrow in their eye and flee for her life.

Equipment:
Hunting bow
Fur armor
Fur boots
Fur gauntlets
Fur shoes
Iron dagger
Steel Arrows x 50
Potion of minor healing x3
Potion of minor stamina x3
Frostbite venom x1
Wolf pelt x1
Leather strips x7
Apple x3
Salt pile x10
Venison x1
Handmade necklace (fashioned from the teeth of a bear and a sabre cat.)
100 septiums

Total: 32 weight.

Job/Profession: Hunter, hailing from Ivarstead. She makes a decent living off of the skins of the animals that fall victim to her skill and selling their meat.

Strengths/weaknesses: Her strength lies in her dexterity and agility, as well as her precision when it comes to aiming. She can be quite the long-shot. However, she lacks in the areas of brute strength and the ability to solidly take a hit. Her intelligence is a reliable thing to have, but it’s limited to the areas that are based on her trade and own personal experience. Asking her about the latest fashion in Solitude, or who the current Jarl of a province won’t get you far when it comes to her. Overall she’s a pretty humble and quiet person, but she is susceptible for acting like a living door-mat of sorts, always wanting to please and receive praise.

Background: Lenaya Alcerion was born in Ivarstead to her parents Gormund and Julia Alcerion, simple people of simple make. Her father’s trade was that of hunting, one her family had carried on for generations. However, Julia could not bear a son, as much as she tried and those believed it was a curse from the winds blowing over the Shroud Heath Barrow, a place that was rumored cursed. Gormund was not a shallow man though, and so he raised his daughter like he would a son, and taught her the arts of hunting. Lenaya was a loud and rambunctious child, happy and carefree like her mother was, but after her father was killed by participating in the Stormcloak revolution she became very reclusive. She was the only one who could provide for herself and her mother, and because of that she spent many days roaming the lands, solidifying her quiet nature. On her 16th birthday, several years after her father’s passing, her mother passed away due to illness. The villagers of Ivarstead buried her mother next to her father, and with that Lenaya left Ivarstead with a few belongings.

For the past 7 years Lena has been making a living by buying and selling hides and meat from whatever traveler she passes by, and sometimes she is seen in Windhelm exchanging goods in the market. She doesn't stay in one place for long, and is constantly on the move, following the migratory herd of moose and deer that she treasures so deeply. Though, she does long for human contact, and the possibility of building relationships that won’t be ripped away from her…

Other: Lena is not fond of snakes, whatsoever. Her favorite meal is beef stew, and she enjoys munching on apples. She is not fond of alcohol, despite her Nordic descent, and feels that it shrouds the mind and leaves you vulnerable. Dogs are her favorite sort of animals, and sometimes she can be seen feeding scraps to the local strays that wander the towns she visits.

User: Razers Shadow
Name: Martin Shepard
Age: 26
Race Wood Elf/Nord
Apperence: Red Medium Spiked Hair, Ears less point to a normal wood elf.
Gear: Leather Amrour with a hood attached to it, Fingerless Gauntlets, Leather Greaves and Leather boots A Steel Bow and Arrows, a belt of Throwing Knifes
Skills : Archery, Blade and Herbailism
Equipment: a Satchel contianing a pestle and mortar for herbailism and a coin purse in it containing about 50 gold.
Job: Hunter
Strengths: Agillity, disarming eniemes and killing them with their own weapon, making potions out of herbs, suviring in the wilds and crafting
Weakness: not very strong, can't use magic, can't two handed weapons, easy to knock down to the floor and needs cover to run around.
History: Martin's father was a Nord blacksmith, as for his mother did herdbal medicene, when people in the village that they lived in found that Martin was Half Nord and half Wood Elf they accepted just much as every normal person. When he was at the right age his father started to teach about combat in Sword and Archery, and he was taught by his mam to survie like a Wood Elf, as well as herbilism, as the years went by his parents thought that he was ready to go out on his own at the age of 19, so he did at that age he left his family and his home behind.

When he traveled around for about a year until he found another village in the highlands and started to live there and diecied to sell animal pelts that he collceted and the herbs that he made for them, that lasted for about 7 years until the nightmare happened. Martin was out finding surppiles for some of the stock for his shop, until he heard people scearming from a distance, so he dropped what he had and ran to where the scearming were coming from, when he got a idea of where it came from the horror that he seen was unbelieveable, his entire village was burned to the ground, and the screaming was coming from from a young girl going to be killed by bandits, with out thinking Martin shot a arrow at two of them before they could kill the girl but came to no avale, cause the bandit king burned her alive and took his party with him when he left, when they were gone Martin walked to the dead bandits, the heat that he was getting from the flames at that point was like staring into oblivion itself, when he got to them he looted what he could and left for the nearest town ask fast as he could.

Appearance:

Name: Thorin

Age: 52

Race: Male Nord

Weapon: Steel great warhammer

Skills: Two Handed weapons, Heavy armour, speech

Equipment: Steel Great Warhammer, Steel Plate Armor, Steel Plate Helmet, Steel Plate Boots, Steel Plate Gauntlets.

Job/Profession: Former Master-At-Arms and Housecarl in Windhelm. Currently volunteers as a guard in Tearstead due to his niece (His only surviving relative) living there.

Strengths: Strong, has leadership qualities and is combat intelligent.

Weaknesses: Not "book smart.", unwelcoming, slow, commanding(As in, his way or the highway.) Still harbours Stormcloak beliefs.

Background: Thorin was born to a Nord family in Windhelm. Thorin's father was captain of the watch and so naturally thats what he also aspired to be but the arrival of Ulfric changed that, Ulfric taught him that Skyrim belonged to the Nords, and rightly so. After his fathers death, he was awarded the position his father had after some years of service and as a reward for killing the man who slew his father. Thorin was a notable figure in Windhelm, everyone recognised him from the armour he wore and the great Warhammer he carried. He blamed his fathers death on how lightly protected he was and thus always opted for heavy and durable weapons and armour.

When the skies greyed and war began to blossom, Ulfric had Thorin assume the position of Master-At-Arms, he would drill and train men ready for war with the imperial forces. Once his men were ready, he would lead elite task force's to raid Imperial supplies and caravans. But one mission went sourer, leaving the 10 most elite warriors in the Stormcloak force dead with Thorin barely escaping with his life. He managed to slay 3 imperial troops to steal a horse and escape. He subsequently went into hiding for some time, he worked as a hired guard and as a hand on the farm yard for food and gold. Years later he discovered his niece lived in Tearstead and sought her out. He now guards the town with his live driving of raiders, slavers, bandits and acts as peacekeeper if anything get heated between the locals. As he works voluntarily, he relies solely on donation, which the people are more than happy to give in return for their safety.

Other: Welcome to Skyrim.

[Rinn]

Thread Ownership moved to Azena.

[Azena]

Here are the characters for those that have still expressed interest to continue playing this. I've attached the username on each of them too if you open the hider. Good to see you back, captain.

User: Lucius Cypher

Appearance:


Name: Karnage

Age: 32

Race: Orc

Weapon: Wields a warhammer.

Skills:
Blacksmith: Karnage's ability is limited only by the time and materials he's given. While other smiths may beat him in overall design, what he lacks in quality he makes up for in quantity. He may not be able to recreate a legendary weapon, but he could make something close, and he'd make four of them.
Two-Handed Weapon Style: Karnage has built up years of skill swinging his hammer, for either creating new things of metal or breaking things of metal. While his skills aren't as great as some of the same weapon class, he's certainly no slouch nor pushover.

Equipment: The only armor he has are his boots and gauntlets, otherwise his clothing mainly consist of a worn red cloak, a kilt, and a magic amulet he wears (In image). It's enchanted to help Resist Magic and to breath underwater. He also (With great struggle) carries various ingots of metal in a wooden box he has on his back, which he uses to repair or make new weapons, armors, or tools. For food, he has some veal and fish, but that's about it.

Job/Profession: Blacksmith

Strengths/weaknesses:
Durable: As an Orc who's life rotated between the blistering heat of the forge and the bloody struggle of battle, Karnage is naturally quite resistant against swords, arrows, and the odd fireball.
Quick Feet and Sharp Mind: Despite being an Orc, Karnage trained his life to be fast on his feet and able to react just as quickly. If he has only his weapon, He'd first dodge and counter attacks rather then tank them, but that doesn't mean he can't take a heavy hit either. He can dodge attacks and take them if he has too.
Endless Energy: This orc can last long periods of time without rest or food, and could constantly pummel away at something until either it breaks, or whatever he's using to hit the thing breaks.

Too-Focus: If there is something that Karnage is focusing on, he tends to focus on it too much to notice things around him, no matter how dangerous or serious they are. It takes either getting hit or losing his target to get him to notice his surroundings.
Can't Speak: Ever since he had his tongue cut out, Karnage has had a rough time with the whole "conversation" scene.
Illiterate: Never learned how to read. Never needed to, and after getting his tongue cut out, never bothered to.

Background: Karnage isn't a native to Skyrim; he hails from the Land of Morrowind, where he served in the Imperial Empire as one of their Blacksmiths, and sometimes, a soldier. He never knew who his father or mother were, and never really bothered to figure out. The moment he was born he was thrust into battle, knowing nothing but war and weapons. Despite this, however, Karnage was different from other orcs, in that he seemed rather intelligent for an Orc. He was philosophical and clever, though he had a tendency to ask questions. To his fellow orcs, this made him seem shady and untrustworthy, as he constantly questioned orders and the ideals of others. Still, his prodding did provide some insight to certain situations and got his fellow soldiers out of rather sticky situations, so they tolerated it... Not to say the enemy felt the same way.

Karnage and his battalion were sent out to deal with a roaming band of renegades one day. It was thought to be a simple thing; Karnage with was a hundred other able-body soldiers, and they simply had to chase down a group of about twenty. But it was a trap; the renegades numbered into the hundreds, nearly hitting a thousand. Karnage and his battalion were ambushed and overwhelmed, most died, a few left for dead, and the others taken for prisoner. Karnage was one of them. He was something of a voice of reason and a source of hope for his men, which is why the renegades saw it fit to have him tortured. Being that he was an orc, he struggled through the worse of it, but perhaps one thing that broke him the most was then they cut out his tongue. This act virtually silenced him, and triggered such a blood rage that he managed to liberate himself and his fellow soldiers from the renegade prison. However, Karange did not make it back with his fellow soldiers to an Imperial Outpost, and instead simply vanished, assumed to be dead. Now he travels, in bitter grief over his suffering, silently offering his services of the forge to those willing to pay or to those he simply feels charitable towards.

Other: Likes music, and is noticeably thinner then most orcs. Though probably due to the torture he withstood, he's somewhat weaker in raw strength then other orcs, but he makes up for it in speed. Lastly, he has a tattoo of his name on his back, a misspelling of "carnage" spelled as "Karnage"

User: Lucius Cypher

Appearance:


Name: Lucilia Faasnu

Age: 19

Race: Imperial

Weapon: Uses a Crossbow with basic steel bolts. Her only melee weapon is a woodcutting axe.

Skills:
Alchemy: Lucilia is a decent alchemist and has a somewhat extensive knowledge of various poisons and potions, as well as their ingredients. Currently, she is studying the properties of certain stones and dust for a new type of mixture...
Sneak: As an expert at sneaking, Lucilia makes no noise nor does anyone but the most omniscient could detect her approach or leave.
Speech: Life as a bard has taught Lucilia how to sweet-talk or intimidate her targets into a favorable situation, or at the very least, makes sure she can tell a lie without cracking or showing any sighs of the opposite.

Equipment: Lucilia travels lightly out of choice, carrying only bits of food and some treasure if she plans to sell it. Has the general survival needs, but of things specifically she has her trusty Bard Lute, and a strange key. Carries enough money to travel from town-to-town, and makes more by selling tidbits she finds on the road and through her songs.

Job/Profession: Bard

Strengths/weaknesses:
Highly Perceptive: Lucilia could find a fly taking a piss at a mile away from smell alone if she had to, and near no one comes and goes without her figuring it out. Not even those invisible can disappear from her.
Steady Hands: While Lucilia never professional handled a weapon before, her hands can hold a bow, sword, or staff in such a way some people might mistake her as a master.
Agile: Lucilia is no fighter, and prefers to keep on the move then to make a stand. Packing light and moving fast, she can navigate a forest, city, fortress, or dungeon with ease, outrunning all but the air she breaths.
Good Aim: Lucilia can chuck knives, axes, rocks, spears, and other assorted things with deadly efficiency.

Fragile: Lucilia can take slash, maybe a arrow or two, but past all of that, Lucilia isn't exactly good at absorbing blows.
Cowardly: Lucilia isn't a hunter or a soldier, and isn't good at direct confrontation. She'll stick a knife into you with a steady hand, but her heart will be heavy with guilt at the idea of taking a life in a fight, so she'll stick her knife from behind and try to make it quick. Otherwise she'll just split.
Low Strength: Lucilia could carry a giant battle axe, but don't expect her to use it for long. She's better off at trying to throw it.

Background: Lucilia graduated at the bard's college in Skyrim, a pro with the Lute with a singing voice that can match some of the best. However, the day she graduated brought her only little happiness; besides her friends and teachers, Lucilia had no family. The only thing she has in remembrance of her father was his crossbow, but nothing else he left behind indicated he was a hunter of any sort. Indeed, she only became a bard because of the vast amount of story books and songs he left behind. Even her mother was a mystery; potions and books on poisons, she thought her mother was either an assassin or a witch, neither paths she really wanted to take. Still, even if she knew next to nothing about her family, she still wished there was some sign of them. So when she graduate from the bard College, while she entertains patron at taverns and on the road, she looks for anything hints of her past.

Life strait out of college was a bit rough at first, and danger was always present. But she never travels alone, going with caravans and entertaining them with her songs. She amassed quite a book of stories and adventure, and while they weren't exactly epics, they should be enough to earn her some listening money (I.e. tips) by the fire side. As she traveled, she also built up plenty of other new skills, mostly when dealing with badit attacks or the odd wildlife; mostly it involved running away and hiding, but occasionally, Lucilia is able to help a bit with a good throwing arm. She was taught how to throw knives and other weapons by one of the caravan guards, and sometimes she makes money off of dart games and other related activities.

Other: Is a lightweight when it comes to alcohol, but all it does it make her sleepy and lethargic.

User: Azena

Name: Syrona Ortiz

Age: 23

Race: Imperial

Weapon: Imperial Bow and Steel Arrows


Skills:
-- Talented Marksman
-- Trapping and Poison

Equipment:
-- Hunter Outfit (in pic)
-- Imperial Bow
-- Steel Arrow x30
-- Iron Dagger (for skinning animals)
-- Paralysis Poison x3
-- Flint
-- Med-kit (Bandages, thread, needle, health potion)

Job/Profession: Hunter

Strengths:
-- Deadly with a bow
-- Knows the woods well, where to hunt, what to eat, etc.
-- Many friends throughout Skyrim

Weaknesses:
-- Struggles in close combat
-- No knowledge of magic and the arcane arts
-- Curiousity killed the cat

Background:
Syrona was born to post-war Skyrim and has therefore not seen it in its darkest times. Her father was a member of the Legion and took part in the civil war. As a young girl, he told her stories about the Dragonborn and the war that plagued Skyrim. Every night she would sit by the fire as her father danced in the light, acting out the great battles he was in and some he likely wasn't. She was entralled by the glory of the Legion and the adventures of the Dragonborn. She made a vow to grow up a great warrior and live out her own legend. But, eventually you grow up. No new wars came to Tamriel. No dragons poured from the mountains. Life was as it always had been for decades before the Stormcloak Rebellion.

Since those days, she has travelled the land and has almost forgotten the dark themes and adventure her father tried to plant in her head. She has been on her own for years, using her father's bow to make a name for herself as a hunter. She mostly took the path in order to travel across Skyrim and see all that it had to offer. She tends to spend months in a single town or city, hunting in the forests and mountains nearby and then selling the pelts and meat to the locals. Always friendly and fair on her prices, she has made many friends in the villages she travels and is usually welcomed wherever she has been. Occassionally her skill set is contracted for other affairs, such as clearing monsters or hunting fugitives. As long is the pay is good and her work betters Skyrim, she is always happy to help. Curious in nature, Syrona sometimes finds herself in trouble with the guards for 'asking to many questions' or 'snooping around where she ought not to'.

After accompanying some mages from the College of Winterhold to clear out a pesky Frost Troll in the area, she decided she had enough of the constant snowing and travelled south. She picked a small town that she had yet to visit, Tearstead, and made for the new village. The trip came with it's own worries. Many of the small villages across Skyrim were under attack by this Bandit King and Tearstead could end up being one of them. However, after three weeks in the small village, no attack came. Her fears of Bandit raids became non-existant and her simple life continued, uninterrupted as a temporary citizen of Tearstead. And another day of hunting was underway...

other: welcome to skyrim

Appearance:

Name: Ragnar Proud

User: Reececr

Age: 24

Race: From breton descent

Weapon: Imperial sword, ancient nord bow, 25 iron arrows

Skills: Archery, Restoration, Athletics

Equipment: Carrys a satchel over his back that contains herbs for healing potions along with 2 healing potions themselves. Some Food- Bread, cheese, and some venison and a pestle and mortar.

Job/Profession: Woodsman/hunter

Strengths/weaknesses: Physically fit, able to track for days on end due to his years in the woods with limited rest, Able to set up camp and leave within minutes, able to disappear into the woods, Skilled with the bow able to pick out targets comfortably at 200 yards even more on plains, resourceful.
Lightly armoured (only wearing leather) so not able to stand up head on to someone in full plate armour, not much use in a city, more at home in a small village and out in the wilds, if angered he goes in a rage that makes him irrational.

Background: Brought up by his uncle as his parents died young, he was never told how they died only that it was an accident. This made him feel like it was somehow his fault. His uncle took him in and taught him his trade as a hunter, teaching him how to survive in the wilds and make a living for himself. At first he didnt settle and couldnt get used to it but slowly but surely he became more skilled and found out that he was good maybe even better than his uncle.
During the rebellion his uncle was killed by some rowdy mercenaries at an inn where they were staying selling their wares, he watched this happen at the age of 19 and it changed him. He exacted his revenge by hunting them down like animals 1 by 1 until he was satisfied he had his revenge. He then moved to one of these new towns to start a new life for himself, hunting dangerous animals, hunting deer, making potions for the sick and then he met a young mage, he taught him restoration after constant badgering and they became great friends, Ragnar helping with ingredients for the mages experiments as payment for the training. One day he found his friend out in the woods with a girl who had gone missing, she was dead but he was chanting some strange spell and she was brought back as a zombie. Ragnar knew this was wrong and confronted his friend who defended his actions, he set the undead girl on him and Ragnar fought her off and had to kill his friend. This took time for him to come to terms with and maybe he hasnt quite completely done so.

Other: Not entirely trustworthy of mages after what had happened.

Appearance: Tythis is a slim, pale skinned Dunmer(for a Dark Elf anyway). He wears Adept Robes of Destruction and has two large scars underneath his eyes almost like crescent moons. He is not really muscular in anyway.

Name: Tythis Ulen

User: VeilOfMaya

Race: Dunmer

Age: 29

Profession: Alchemist

Weapons: N/A

Skills: Alchemy, Destruction, Alteration

Equipment: Carries a large knapsack on his left side for soul gems, alchemy ingredients, and some potions.

Strengths: Tythis is very patient, perceptive and knowledgeable about many things. He will always lend a helping hand to someone that has gotten to know him.

Weaknesses: Tythis gets....nervous easily. He is not one for crowds and often prefers solitude with his magic and alchemy lab. Overly Tolerant of others problems and weaknesses.

Background: Tythis was born in Morrowind, but his family moved to Windhelm when he was barely a toddler. His dad was killed in a hunting accident, when he encountered a Frost Troll that ended his life, leaving his mom to raise him by herself.
When Tythis was nine years old, his mom developed a Skooma addiction and could no longer support him, so she fled one night when Tythis turned 10 and never returned. From then on in, he was left to fend for himself. Having no way to support himself, he barely managed to get to the College of Winterhold so he could learn more about magic. He got accepted and quickly learned more and more about the Destruction School. He got bored of this lifestyle and moved around Skyrim as a drifter before eventually settling in Tearstead as the local Alchemist.

Other: Does not trust strangers, but is not mean. He is often lost in his own thoughts.

Welcome to Skyrim

"You have the pleasure of laying your eyes upon the greatest swordsman you'll ever meet."
Appearance:
Like all other Bosmer, Aramis stands easily a head shorter than most Bretons, Imperials or Nords. But he more than makes up for his small stature with his loud voice and charismatic persona. In terms of his physical features however, Aramis has medium length dark brown hair which neatly reaches just past his jaw line. He is of a thinner build but by no means lacking in muscle definition from both his travels and tendencies to get wrapped up in what ever adventures he can. His bright orange eyes are full of life, connecting perfectly with the large smile that is often hidden away behind a neatly kept beard. He wears a long waist coat with small plates of armor sewn into it, not unlike that of the fabled Dawnguard. Unlike the Dawngaurd armor however, Aramis' armor is dyed a deep blue colour, and his sword arm is much more armored. Containing larger plates along the bicep and a full gauntlet on his forearm. In addition to this, Aramis wears a short cloak over his opposite shoulder. This dark grey cloak only comes half way across his back and thus does not obscure his quiver or bow. The cloak also has a large, loose fitting hood attached that Aramis often wears when travelling. Aside from this, Aramis wears simple buckled boots and his opposite arm has only a hardened leather gauntlet. Around his waist is a wide belt with many pouches, on the back of this hangs his lyre and on his left hip, his sword hangs sheathed.

"Aramis Flynn's the name, epic feats would be my game."
Name: Aramis Flynn

"I've been around long enough to know a beautiful lady when I see one."
Age: Elven equivalent to the Human age of 25

User: Lord Wraith

"I'm a great shot... Well unless we're talking on Bosmer standards, then I'm kind of letting my race down."
Race: Bosmer (Wood Elf)

"No Man or Mer handles a blade with the skill and grace I display."
Weapon:
Nordic Sword
Elven Bow
Mixture of Arrows ranging from Steel, Nordic and Iron. These arrows are housed in a Nordic Quiver

"I once tried to ride a Sabercat, apparently Animal Mastery is not one of my finest skills."
Skills:
One Handed
Archery
Speechcraft
Pickpocket
Sneak

"I swear I don't know how your heirloom ended up in my pocket."
Equipment:
Nordic Sword - 12
Elven Bow - 12
Nordic Dagger-Primarily used for eating and shaving.
Potion of Minor Healing x4 - 2
Potion of Minor Stamina x4 -2
Silver Ring x4 - 1
Amulet of Dibella -1
Armor Set - 78
Nordic Quiver with Arrows - 0 (At least if you go by in game, if not I can edit this)
Lyre - 3
Scroll of Flame Cloak -0.5
Scroll of Close Wounds - 0.5
Scroll of Lightning Bolt - 0.5
Scroll of Invisibility - 0.5

Total Weight: 115.5

"Tell you what, I'll not only defeat in you in single combat but I'll sing an epic tale of it for ages to come."
Job/Profession: Part-Time Bard, Part-Time Sellsword, Full-Time Adventuring Swashbuckler.

"I believe some people find that I brag and greatly exaggerate, I assure you none of that is true."
Strengths/Weaknesses:
While Aramis is very capable in one on one combat and dueling, he lacks in force against greater numbers. He also is not skilled with two handed weapons, nor with shields making his defense lower. Though he is an expert in parrying with his sword, this only works against other blades, not nearly as well with axes, maces or arrows. In addition, the force behind a blow with a two handed weapon also greatly staggers him, leaving him open. Aramis has little to no skill in magic, lacking any knowledge beyond simple healing, a little bit of fire and sparks. He is able to command some animals and talk with them as can most Bosmer.

He's a snake tongue, a very smooth talker who can talk his way out of most situations and can charm any lady into bed with him. This comes from both his bard training and a natural surplus of charm. He's also incredible stealthy, being very agile making him a great pickpocket and thief. His skills with a bow are formidable compared to Nord or Imperial, but compared to another Bosmer he tends to be lacking having focused on his skill with a blade.

As a bard, he has a way with words and is very talented lyre player. He's also able to play the lute, flute and drum but prefers the lyre due to the lack of such in Skyrim. His voice is said to very soothing and almost hypnotic when he sings a ballad or tale.

"Now this is a tale you're going to love."
Background: Born to a refugee family on Raven Rock, Aramis wanted nothing more than to find adventure in life away from the rock his family called home. Surrounded by Dunmer families, he was always different and an outcast, so it was no surprise to anyone that Aramis took to the blade before the bow. Early on in life, Aramis decided he wanted to become the greatest swordsman in all of Tamriel and set off to learn how to do that. He originally tried to enter into the Morag Tong, before deciding that life wasn't for him and stole aboard a pirate ship headed for Skyrim. Once there he found work in the port at Windhelm until he finally earned enough Gold to head for Solitude. Upon reaching Solitude, he joined up with the Bard's college where he was taught the musical arts and how to spin a tale. All the while he still pursued his goal of becoming the world's greatest swordsman. Naturally with such a goal in mind he couldn't stay in Solitude and so he went forth. Dueling those he encountered across Skyrim and learning how to handle his blade better. Eventually he made his way to Whiterun, which by this time his blade had seen better days.

Aramis would ally himself with the Companions during his time here. Learning of the Dragonborn who saved the land, as well as having his sword improved by the great fires of the Skyforge. Armed with new knowledge and an improved blade, Aramis would seek out knowledge of the Blades who helped the Dragonborn. Aramis made it a personal goal to find one of the Blades' fabled swords and to make it his own, considering them to be among some of the greatest swordsmen who had ever lived. It only made sense then that their blades would be among the greatest swords ever forged. A suitable weapon for Tamriel's greatest swordsman naturally. Aramis would stay with the Companions for quite sometime, however he never made it into the Companions circle. As such, Aramis was never made aware of their Underforge or its secrets. Living in Whiterun for quite some time, Aramis became rather well known, and somewhat infamous with the local women's husbands. Feeling there to be no more adventure in Whiterun and that he had wore out his welcome, Aramis set off to find out more about the Blades and there history while singing songs of his greatly exaggerated adventures.

Turning his sights South, Aramis headed for Falkreath, to learn the tales of the great graveyard that laid there. If only he knew the greatest adventure of his life was just about to happen while he was one his way. If Aramis only knew that a little town called Tearstead would bring about the greatest chapter in his somewhat shallow life.

"Oh, you want to know more? I don't usually do that unless the mead is on you."
Other: Aramis has a weakness for alcohol, women, gold and adventure. And if he can get any of those combined he's in. He also tends to have wandering hands and often doesn't realize he stole from someone nearby until he looks down and notices the new ring he's been toying with for the past five minutes.

Welcome to Skyrim.

Appearance:



Name: Thorin Silvermane.

User: Hillan

Age: 64

Race: Nord.

Weapon: Custom One-Handed Sword, the last work of the late Greymane Mastersmith. The blade is simply called "Silveback". It's custom features is that it can never break. It looks like your typical Steel Long-sword, only with runes inscribed into it. The bottom of it's handle, there's a skull that has been dipped in silver, before attached to the handle.

Skills:
Swordsman: Skilled in swordplay, one of the greatest bladesarms in the land, his skills with the blade is well renowned.
Hunter: A very skilled tracker, Vast knowledge of the wildlife of Skyrim, as well as off the monsters in it. An accomplished archer, dislikes Crossbows.
Speech: Not so much that he can talk his way out of anything, as he's a master of telling stories.
Mead-drinker: Probably the strongest liver in all of Tamriel.

Equipment: Usually, he's not wearing a whole lot. A ragged shirt, a pair of equally thorn pants, a pair of fur boots.
However, his battle-gear hold of a hybrid of Skyforge-Steel and Dragonbones. The Breastplate, with the Wolf-motive is of this mixed material, he usually only wears a Cloth or fur-hood on his bald head during battle. Under his Breastplate, there's Chainmail that sits tightly on his well built frame. Under it, directly on his skin, there's a set of comfortable Fur, to keep the cold away. Still, his arms are always without much protection, showing off his various War-painting. His gloves and boots are too of the same material as the breastplate, but they have the ensignas of the companions on them.

Job/Profession: Town-Drunk. Occasionally he teaches some poor soul some swordplay.

Strengths/weaknesses:
Great Knowledge of animals / monsters.
Experience, epic fights in his past.
A Life of a Legend behind him, and the skills to coup.
Tactician.

Old Age, his left knee is weakened because of battle with a dragon.
Bad Temper.
Little Patience.

Background: Born in Whiterun, he was already a man when the civil War began, fighting for the Stormcloaks, he earned a reputation as a war veteran. He was known as "Elf-Blade" at the age of 25. However, he became his own man after this, following the legends of the Dragonborn, and how he had slaughtered the evil dragon, Thorin was not one to perform lesser feats, as he was a 29 year old joined the companions, becoming the harbringer at the age of 40. During his time as a companion, he had denied the blood of the wolf, but he had also done incredible things, such as defeating the legendary Boar, whom was storming Whiterun's walls with his bare hands.

This was when he was given the blade SilverBack, by Eourlund. Skyrim's greatest smith's last blade, forged from the Skyforge untill it's flames faded down for the first time in centuries. Some claim that the entire soul of the Skyforge and the greymane clan was put into his blade, because of the shining color of the blade, he was renamed as Thorin Silvermane.

Despite grown into the middle-age, he was still as strong as a young adventurer, and that was when he was contacted by a man, one of the Blades, claiming that there was a dragon on the loose, and that Thorin was the only one who could be trusted to track and hunt the Dragon down. Thorin agree'd to take on the quest, taking a few of his most trusted shield-siblings with him.

They found the Dragon, Moutherax, a Red Dragon, as big as a castle. He was guarding a cave, what was inside of the cave, no one knew. The blade, Thorin and his company attacked the Dragon, it was a grand battle, a battle that was sung by the bards in the years to come. However, it was not a tale of victory. Even if they did kill the dragon, it was for a price maybe too high to pay. Thorin had been the only survivor, and he had gotten beaten within an inch of his life, before his blade had pierced through the skull of the Fire-breathing terror.

He sunk into deep depression, and despite that he used the rest of the dragon, as well as the materials from his Shieldbrother's armor to forge his new set of armor, saying that it was his greatest triumph, but also his greatest failure. He only used the armor once, before he resigned as harbringer, and moved to one of the new settlements.

Taking up Alcoholism, he was even stuck in Skooma for a while. His skills are still as legendary as ever, and his name is these days more of a legend told by the Greymanes, and in the halls of Jorrvaskr.
Other:
"Screw you" is his catch-phrase.

Appearance: Around 6'5 tall. Big round eyes, Has flowing brunette hair. I'll find a pic later.

Name: Avuwyn D'Koulan

User: TolarianDrake

Age: Roughly 35

Race: Nord

Weapon: One steel sword. many dried blood and dirt stains and cracks in the blade itself. The handle looks as if its been wrapped with additional Leather strips. One iron shield with a faded dawnstar emblem on it. Usually carried on her back.

Skills: Apprentice level destruction, Ice spike being her best. Apprentice level One handed and proficient with pursuading.

Equipment: A Knee length dirty black torn up coat with leather armor underneith with many pouches sewn on it.The armor itself resembles City-Guard armor but with any insignia torn off. She also wears Knee high dirty black boots. Her apparel looks like its seen better days. She carries one potion of invisibility. A small satchel of assorted foods, enough to last a trip to whiterun easily.A small Silver ring that she says brings her luck. seven lock picks, five small balls of yarn. And a Snapped Elven arrow.

Job/Profession: An Ex-City Guard for dawnstar.

Strengths: Very skilled with the spell ice spike, to the point where she could compete with many archers, Is at an apprentice level with her sword and shield as it has been used over many years. Very vocal and to the point. Has a long standing attitude that if there is an issue, snip it at the bud, never let a problem grow. She has been known to go to extremes to get what she wants, at the cost of her morality.

Weakness: Being headstrong and outspoken has gotten her into trouble time and time again but she always makes it out somehow. Her time as a guard and her proficiency with certain ranged spells gives her an off balance approach to combat. She also isn't quite confident in her abilities or personality due to what was done to her. Shes spoken to herself at times. Some would call this a strength, getting the mind ready for confrontation, but in this case, it only drives the mind away from confrontation.

Background: Avuwyn was born to a privaledged life and family in solitude, being the seat of imperial power she had the comfort and secutiry of the army and the finest imports from lands beyond. Her mother was a dock overseer for the east empire company and her 'father' was a soldier in the imperial legion. She never met her real father as he died defending whiterun during ulfrics tirade. Her mother remarried a man half her age and was an aspiring fletcher. When she was around five, she met the dragonborn who was only in solitude for a short while before 'dissapearing'. All she remembers is the Dragonborn giving her a small ring, a gift of charity one would say. Being a small child, she never understood the significance of the dragonborn and could never figure out why her parents and teachers were so inspired by her sight.

In to her preteen years her step-father pulled her aside for the first time. Slowly dragging her out of the home during the cover of night, he would use a small drip of a paralysis potion he had found years ago on his travels for his trade, to put her into a near awakened state, but unware of what was happening. He liked the girl to feel alive when he defiled her body, time and time again.One particularly painful night he wasn't gentle, nor fast in his fight for a climax when a Guard spotted him in the act. When the guard rushed to help the obvious rape, he made a run for it but tripped on a sewage drain cover.

The step-father was jailed and later found guilty in many similar crimes around Haafingar hold. After a short and brutal trial he was sentanced to death by hanging. Avuwyn sat front row during the execution until the part where they put the noose around his neck. She couldn't sit through it and departed into the streets. All she heard was a "any last words" and a short reply "It was fun" before hearing the snaping sound from the rope.

As she became a teenager, she enrolled in the bards college and only made it five weeks before calling it, "A stereotypical home for want to be- has beens, to gayly frolic, oblivious to the harsh reality around them. fools." She worked at bits and pieces for a short time, assisting in sales and stocking. As time went on and her mother suggested she go adventuring to help her mind ease. She had heard of the mages college in winterhold and decided to check it out. on the way, the carriage driver, who was quite lazy and aware of her lack of knowledge of the area, stopped at dawnstar and proclaimed it to be winterhold. She got off happily, even tipping the man. It wasn't to be.

Upon entering the city, her fortune sank and eventually she couldnt afford to stay at the inn. A young male who was an attending court wizard that had been trained by madena, learned of the girl on the streets and was able to get her a position with the gaurd. He trained her in the arts of magic but in return he had to give him half her pay. As the world around her had began to suck for the most part, she accepted. As time passed, she became a young officer in the guard until another guard made a comment about her behind. She quickly repromanded him but the man was a favorite of the jarl.

When the captain approached her about the incident and told her to just get over it, she slapped him accross his face. She was lucky he held her in higher regards, and just demanded she leave dawnstar.As she left, she didn't dare return to solitude to bring news of failure to her mother. after a few days living in the wild she thought back to her few moments with the dragonborn she pulled the glove off her hand to see that plain silver ring. It had been sized up multiple times due to her growth but it was a reminder of how such a little thing could be such a big deal. Finally a decision was made to go to helgen, shrine of the dragon born. Maybe she could find what she is looking for there.

Other: The arrow was fired at her by a friend when she was in the Guard. The arrow went right by her head and hit a tree. as she tried to loosen it, the arrow snapped. She kept it as a reminder of how easily tough things can break.

[Rinn]

Okay awesome! I like the entire cast. I just wanna do a quick roll call and make sure everyone is here before I start posting

[Azena]

Sure like I said, those are the ones that told me they're still here and interested in, which you can see on the second to last page of the other thread I think. But, they haven't posted in the IC yet :/

[Rinn]

That's what I'm eorried about lol

[Azena]

It might be in order to make an interest thread for new recruits, just in case. You might want to remove their reservations and make them start over with the new interests as well. But that's your call.

[Rinn]

Well I'll give it a day or two first. I'll have all day Tuesday to play with the story. Not to mention the kickass twist that I had planned :-)

[jbutton]

Appearance:

Name: Thorin

Age: 52

Race: Male Nord

Weapon: Steel great warhammer

Skills: Two Handed weapons, Heavy armour, speech

Equipment: Steel Great Warhammer, Steel Plate Armor, Steel Plate Helmet, Steel Plate Boots, Steel Plate Gauntlets.

Job/Profession: Former Master-At-Arms and Housecarl in Windhelm. Currently volunteers as a guard in Tearstead due to his niece (His only surviving relative) living there.

Strengths: Strong, has leadership qualities and is combat intelligent.

Weaknesses: Not "book smart.", unwelcoming, slow, commanding(As in, his way or the highway.) Still harbours Stormcloak beliefs.

Background: Thorin was born to a Nord family in Windhelm. Thorin's father was captain of the watch and so naturally thats what he also aspired to be but the arrival of Ulfric changed that, Ulfric taught him that Skyrim belonged to the Nords, and rightly so. After his fathers death, he was awarded the position his father had after some years of service and as a reward for killing the man who slew his father. Thorin was a notable figure in Windhelm, everyone recognised him from the armour he wore and the great Warhammer he carried. He blamed his fathers death on how lightly protected he was and thus always opted for heavy and durable weapons and armour.

When the skies greyed and war began to blossom, Ulfric had Thorin assume the position of Master-At-Arms, he would drill and train men ready for war with the imperial forces. Once his men were ready, he would lead elite task force's to raid Imperial supplies and caravans. But one mission went sourer, leaving the 10 most elite warriors in the Stormcloak force dead with Thorin barely escaping with his life. He managed to slay 3 imperial troops to steal a horse and escape. He subsequently went into hiding for some time, he worked as a hired guard and as a hand on the farm yard for food and gold. Years later he discovered his niece lived in Tearstead and sought her out. He now guards the town with his live driving of raiders, slavers, bandits and acts as peacekeeper if anything get heated between the locals. As he works voluntarily, he relies solely on donation, which the people are more than happy to give in return for their safety.

Other: Welcome to Skyrim.

[Rinn]

@Azena- hey feel like making small bio's on those two NPC you made oin the post? I may use them later if that's okay? I'll put it up with the intro post

@Jbutton- accepted on the condition that you keep those antlers :-) also I'm promoting your character to aActing Captain of the Tearstead Guard. You won't have much power outside tearstead. But you'll be the only kind of Law in Tearstead. Feel free to love or hate the position as you see fit lol

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Ps: the antlers are the sign of your rank ;-)