Azathoth said
Imperial Legion Forester
LoL these guys were by nemesis during my Brotherhood playthru of Oblivion. X-ray vision should be listed as one of their abilities.
Too Old 4 This
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LoL these guys were by nemesis during my Brotherhood playthru of Oblivion. X-ray vision should be listed as one of their abilities.
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Name: Vorenus Trilorn
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Imperial
Appearance:
Job: Imperial Legate
Skills: Vorenus is an unskilled soldier and has no lust for battle and would avoid it if he could. He is decent with a sword and shield, but he prefers the use of a bow as it provides more distance. He has an interest in magic, especially the restoration school and considers it his finest ability.
Personality: Vorenus is polite and courteous and would make a better politician than a soldier. He values caution above all else, and dislikes risks which makes others view him as a coward. As a legate he plans every detail accordingly and is very patient to get correct results. He is untested as battle commander, and knows he only got his title because his father is a general within the Imperial Legion. This makes his authority questionable, and many men his elder openly question his orders. Vorenus' main problem is that he is soft. His gentle heart makes war more complex than it needs to be. Vorenus does have extended knowledge of law, noble families and his history and also has some amount of cunning with tactics despite popular belief.
History: As a child Vorenus was diligent and studied hard. The other kids would always mock him as he always preferred to have his head in a book. He disliked holding swords and shields, but his father had him groomed for command at an early age, and any complaint he had about his training was quickly beat out of him during combat. No matter how hard his swords-master hit him however, the smell of a book was always more appealing than the smell of blood.
Being the son of a general carries weight however, and Vorenus was rarely actually punished for his lack of discipline and climbed the ranks with each passing winter. It made soldiers envious of him and they openly challenge his authority and were quick to criticize him.
When the darkness began to swallow the Imperial City Vorenus was the only legate present. He quickly gathered his soldiers and made evacuation the priority. The White Tower, however, was not to be secured and rather than lose any more soldiers Vorenus abandoned the empire to his doom and went north with his men to Bruma.
Starting Point: Bruma
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Imperial
Appearance:
Job: Imperial Legate
Skills: Vorenus is an unskilled soldier and has no lust for battle and would avoid it if he could. He is decent with a sword and shield, but he prefers the use of a bow as it provides more distance. He has an interest in magic, especially the restoration school and considers it his finest ability.
Personality: Vorenus is polite and courteous and would make a better politician than a soldier. He values caution above all else, and dislikes risks which makes others view him as a coward. As a legate he plans every detail accordingly and is very patient to get correct results. He is untested as battle commander, and knows he only got his title because his father is a general within the Imperial Legion. This makes his authority questionable, and many men his elder openly question his orders. Vorenus' main problem is that he is soft. His gentle heart makes war more complex than it needs to be. Vorenus does have extended knowledge of law, noble families and his history and also has some amount of cunning with tactics despite popular belief.
History: As a child Vorenus was diligent and studied hard. The other kids would always mock him as he always preferred to have his head in a book. He disliked holding swords and shields, but his father had him groomed for command at an early age, and any complaint he had about his training was quickly beat out of him during combat. No matter how hard his swords-master hit him however, the smell of a book was always more appealing than the smell of blood.
Being the son of a general carries weight however, and Vorenus was rarely actually punished for his lack of discipline and climbed the ranks with each passing winter. It made soldiers envious of him and they openly challenge his authority and were quick to criticize him.
When the darkness began to swallow the Imperial City Vorenus was the only legate present. He quickly gathered his soldiers and made evacuation the priority. The White Tower, however, was not to be secured and rather than lose any more soldiers Vorenus abandoned the empire to his doom and went north with his men to Bruma.
Starting Point: Bruma
Name: Won't-Back-Down
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Race: Argonian
Appearance:
Job: Imperial Legate
Skills: Won't-Back-Down is a born soldier. Fighting comes natural to him, and he favours the use of large weapons such as war hammers and battle axes. He has a strong constitution that allows him to wear heavy armour for long periods of time. He is poor with a bow, and finds it equally difficult at being discreet. He does not have any patience for magic, but respects and fears its power.
Personality: Won't-Back-Down is stubborn to a fault. He will fight to the bitter end and beyond. He has a high opinion of himself and shows great pride in his rank within the Legion. He has little patience for racism, having faced it for most of his life and is not afraid to call bigots out. From his soldiers he expects no less than one hundred percent. Laziness and failure is punished, while success and strength is respected. Despite being viewed as a hardass, he is quick to smile and joke with people below his rank.
History: Won't-Back-Down has the pride of being spat upon by Ulfric Stormcloak himself. He was an unblooded boy when the rebel Jarl raised his flags in rebellion against the Empire, and Won't-Back-Down was the only Argonian who despised the blatant racism on his people enough to finally take up arms against the Nords.
The rebellion was squashed with the Argonian seeing much of combat and war. Bards wrote tragedies of war and death, but for Won't-Back-Down it was an exhilarating rush. There was a fire in his heart that craved violence, and with it came a desire to ride his horse into a sea of men and crash down upon them to bash some heads in. The Argonian became famous for his love of combat and his stubborn nature, and was dubbed 'Won't-Back-Down', he took the name with pride.
Years passed, and the Argonian climbed the ranks within the legion. He worked twice as hard as any Imperial or Nord to obtain the rank of Legate. When the Thalmor attacked Leyawiin, Won't-Back-Down took his first ever defeat on the battlefield and retreated to Bravil. He has yet to forgive himself for his failure. The time and resources he wasted trying to repel the attack was disastrous.
Starting Point: Bravil
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Race: Argonian
Appearance:
Job: Imperial Legate
Skills: Won't-Back-Down is a born soldier. Fighting comes natural to him, and he favours the use of large weapons such as war hammers and battle axes. He has a strong constitution that allows him to wear heavy armour for long periods of time. He is poor with a bow, and finds it equally difficult at being discreet. He does not have any patience for magic, but respects and fears its power.
Personality: Won't-Back-Down is stubborn to a fault. He will fight to the bitter end and beyond. He has a high opinion of himself and shows great pride in his rank within the Legion. He has little patience for racism, having faced it for most of his life and is not afraid to call bigots out. From his soldiers he expects no less than one hundred percent. Laziness and failure is punished, while success and strength is respected. Despite being viewed as a hardass, he is quick to smile and joke with people below his rank.
History: Won't-Back-Down has the pride of being spat upon by Ulfric Stormcloak himself. He was an unblooded boy when the rebel Jarl raised his flags in rebellion against the Empire, and Won't-Back-Down was the only Argonian who despised the blatant racism on his people enough to finally take up arms against the Nords.
The rebellion was squashed with the Argonian seeing much of combat and war. Bards wrote tragedies of war and death, but for Won't-Back-Down it was an exhilarating rush. There was a fire in his heart that craved violence, and with it came a desire to ride his horse into a sea of men and crash down upon them to bash some heads in. The Argonian became famous for his love of combat and his stubborn nature, and was dubbed 'Won't-Back-Down', he took the name with pride.
Years passed, and the Argonian climbed the ranks within the legion. He worked twice as hard as any Imperial or Nord to obtain the rank of Legate. When the Thalmor attacked Leyawiin, Won't-Back-Down took his first ever defeat on the battlefield and retreated to Bravil. He has yet to forgive himself for his failure. The time and resources he wasted trying to repel the attack was disastrous.
Starting Point: Bravil
GM
Damn, these hiders suck.
Well, using multiple hiders do.
Well, using multiple hiders do.
GM
Yeah, even on the old guild they really sucked.
Name: Eugain Amelford
Age: 42
Gender: Male
Race: Breton
Appearance: A short (and somewhat plump) man, Eugain is neither intimidating nor particularly elegant. Most commonly he is seen wearing the traditional green and blue robes worn by the Priests of Arkay in Cyrodiil, often extending so far as to sweep gently across the floor and completely conceal the worn leather sandals that adorn his feet. His dark brown hair was cut into a tonsure, a decision which he claims is to make his priesthood apparent, though it is more likely because he has already begun to go bald...
His cheeks are bulbous, his eyes are small, and his nose is somewhat piggish. His stature and his method of carrying himself can be likened to a Horker, in that he simply waddles about without a single care. All in all, he is a happy, pleasant looking religious man.
Job: Priest of Arkay
Skills: Eugain takes pride in his knowledge of Restoration magic, and regards it as his foremost skill. However, due to the child-like streak in his personality, years of tinkering have given him an affinity for weaving fanciful Illusions, a touch for Alchemy, and a general sense for Destruction. His father taught him the basics of combat with a mace, and as tribute after his father's death Eugain continued to practice with it, so he is adequately versed in one-handed weaponry though not so effective with a sword or an axe as compared to a mace.
Though Eugain is also a literate man with a talent for Speech, he is equaly talented in Occasionally Messing Up- a skill, Eugain has found as he reviewed his life, which has been a source of many blunders and awkward situations. Put simply, he sometimes thinks before he speaks.
Personality: At first glance, he seems almost devoid of the trademark poetics and eccentric flair normally observed by his fellow Bretons- though this is hardly true. After short conversation most find that Eugain is capable of finding interest in even the most mundane of things. He believes himself a good listener, and often seeks to offer guidance and advice- even when it is not wanted. Despite this, in most situations, Eugain's intentions are meant well.
In a nutshell he is curious, sometimes impulsive, quick to hunger and slow to fill. He is friendly, difficult to anger, and believes that something is waiting for him in the near future.
History: Eugain's story began in High Rock, where he was born out of wedlock to a priestess of Dibella and a city guardsman. Though his father thought it true love, his mother believed she was only carrying out the will of Dibella. Eugain was left with his father, who struggled to raise him on his own within the towering walls surrounding the city.
Eugain's father was devout and religious, thus at a young age Eugain took an interest in the Divines and the Breton deity Sheor, commonly believed to be a demonized version of the Nordic deity Shor. He would spend his pre-teen and teenage years frequenting the temples and libraries dotted across the city, delving deeply into the meaning of conflict and the question of why men must fight.
It wasn't until his father's death at the hands of a rabble of bandits not far outside the walls when Eugain was twenty-five that he began to direct his attention towards Arkay and his teachings. The words that he read in the leatherbound books left to him by his father served to comfort him. Aetherius and Oblivion, the eternal struggle for balance, the Aedra and the Daedra; these things greatly interested him, propelling him forward in life into priesthood and scholarship for the next two decades.
As the years wore on and as heroes continued to rise in Tamriel such as the Dragonborn and the armies battling for Skyrim, Eugain felt that his life lacked true experience. With only this feeling in his gut, a handful of Septims and his robes, Eugain made his way aboard a passenger ship and sailed, making way for Cyrodiil. He would travel north to Skyrim from the coast to study with the priests and experience some of the beautiful sights Tamriel had to offer. Little did he know that in only a year, upon his arrival in Bruma just prior to his crossing the border, darkness would descend upon Cyrodiil...
Starting Point: Bruma
Age: 42
Gender: Male
Race: Breton
Appearance: A short (and somewhat plump) man, Eugain is neither intimidating nor particularly elegant. Most commonly he is seen wearing the traditional green and blue robes worn by the Priests of Arkay in Cyrodiil, often extending so far as to sweep gently across the floor and completely conceal the worn leather sandals that adorn his feet. His dark brown hair was cut into a tonsure, a decision which he claims is to make his priesthood apparent, though it is more likely because he has already begun to go bald...
His cheeks are bulbous, his eyes are small, and his nose is somewhat piggish. His stature and his method of carrying himself can be likened to a Horker, in that he simply waddles about without a single care. All in all, he is a happy, pleasant looking religious man.
Job: Priest of Arkay
Skills: Eugain takes pride in his knowledge of Restoration magic, and regards it as his foremost skill. However, due to the child-like streak in his personality, years of tinkering have given him an affinity for weaving fanciful Illusions, a touch for Alchemy, and a general sense for Destruction. His father taught him the basics of combat with a mace, and as tribute after his father's death Eugain continued to practice with it, so he is adequately versed in one-handed weaponry though not so effective with a sword or an axe as compared to a mace.
Though Eugain is also a literate man with a talent for Speech, he is equaly talented in Occasionally Messing Up- a skill, Eugain has found as he reviewed his life, which has been a source of many blunders and awkward situations. Put simply, he sometimes thinks before he speaks.
Personality: At first glance, he seems almost devoid of the trademark poetics and eccentric flair normally observed by his fellow Bretons- though this is hardly true. After short conversation most find that Eugain is capable of finding interest in even the most mundane of things. He believes himself a good listener, and often seeks to offer guidance and advice- even when it is not wanted. Despite this, in most situations, Eugain's intentions are meant well.
In a nutshell he is curious, sometimes impulsive, quick to hunger and slow to fill. He is friendly, difficult to anger, and believes that something is waiting for him in the near future.
History: Eugain's story began in High Rock, where he was born out of wedlock to a priestess of Dibella and a city guardsman. Though his father thought it true love, his mother believed she was only carrying out the will of Dibella. Eugain was left with his father, who struggled to raise him on his own within the towering walls surrounding the city.
Eugain's father was devout and religious, thus at a young age Eugain took an interest in the Divines and the Breton deity Sheor, commonly believed to be a demonized version of the Nordic deity Shor. He would spend his pre-teen and teenage years frequenting the temples and libraries dotted across the city, delving deeply into the meaning of conflict and the question of why men must fight.
It wasn't until his father's death at the hands of a rabble of bandits not far outside the walls when Eugain was twenty-five that he began to direct his attention towards Arkay and his teachings. The words that he read in the leatherbound books left to him by his father served to comfort him. Aetherius and Oblivion, the eternal struggle for balance, the Aedra and the Daedra; these things greatly interested him, propelling him forward in life into priesthood and scholarship for the next two decades.
As the years wore on and as heroes continued to rise in Tamriel such as the Dragonborn and the armies battling for Skyrim, Eugain felt that his life lacked true experience. With only this feeling in his gut, a handful of Septims and his robes, Eugain made his way aboard a passenger ship and sailed, making way for Cyrodiil. He would travel north to Skyrim from the coast to study with the priests and experience some of the beautiful sights Tamriel had to offer. Little did he know that in only a year, upon his arrival in Bruma just prior to his crossing the border, darkness would descend upon Cyrodiil...
Starting Point: Bruma
GM
@sowapatch
I really, really, like him. He's very different from what I'm used to seeing. Needless to say you're accepted.
I really, really, like him. He's very different from what I'm used to seeing. Needless to say you're accepted.
@Superfly
Much thanks! I might eventually sneak a second character into the works, but for now I'll focus on him. It's been a long time (a few years) since I've roleplayed, so I hope I'm not too rusty!
Much thanks! I might eventually sneak a second character into the works, but for now I'll focus on him. It's been a long time (a few years) since I've roleplayed, so I hope I'm not too rusty!
ActRaiserTheReturned
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---Nevermind---
Quick question; When d'you think it'll start, @Superfly? After a certain number of characters join up or? Just curious.
GM
@Azathoth, accepted as always.
@ActRaisertheReturned, if I'm reading this correctly, Atlan is the count of Bruma? I've no problem with this and I really like the potential, just want to be sure for my opening post. He's accepted, anyhoo.
EDIT: And... you edited. :/ I hope you reconsider.
@ActRaisertheReturned, if I'm reading this correctly, Atlan is the count of Bruma? I've no problem with this and I really like the potential, just want to be sure for my opening post. He's accepted, anyhoo.
EDIT: And... you edited. :/ I hope you reconsider.
GM
sowapatch said
Quick question; When d'you think it'll start, @Superfly? After a certain number of characters join up or? Just curious.
We'll be starting tomorrow.
Awesome, thanks.
@Azathoth, thanks! I'm definitely looking forward to devout-knight-meets-traveling-priest dialogue. Will serve to be interesting, indeed
GM
Alright guys, I'm crashing for the night. I'll start the RP tomorrow. Night :D
Athos the Mountain
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Name: Kodlak Storm-Fangs
Age: 56
Gender: Male
Race: Nordic Werewolf
Appearance: Built like a Dwarven Centurion, Kodlak is not someone who bends easily to the forces of the world. Wearing a suit of Ancient Nord Armor found east of Morthal inside of an undead crypt, Kodlak’s appearance can be rated from a scale from ‘Intimidating’ to ‘Terrifying’. Signs of aging are apparent however, despite his Werewolf blood suppressing most of them. His eyes are hallow, cheeks weathered nearly to the bone from the tides of Time, and his torso is scarred from countless battles.
He can’t be found without his standard Solitude shield and Skyforge sword.
Job: Stormcloak Remnant
Skills: Block (Master), One Handed (Expert), Restoration (Apprentice), Speech (Apprentice)
Personality: Kodlak’s personality can be quantifiable to his appearance. An artifact of Time past, Kodlak lives in the shadow of a fallen Kingdom and the mourning of a fallen revolutionary. While the end of the Stormcloak rebellion came as a relief to many Natives who simply wished the conflict over, Kodlak never fully recovered from the defeat.
Where others saw a power hungry king, Kodlak saw a true possibility for someone to revive his long dead Skryim. He’s fueled only by a burning hatred for Imperials and others he views as ‘weak’. That doesn't mean that he’s completely without human emotions however. He lives by a very strict code of honor and won’t hesitate to risk his life defending someone if he feels that they are unable to defend themselves.
He possesses a certain dishonorable bloodthirsty and cannibalistic side that keeps him from being a truly altruistic character. He had already been expunged from the Companions for this murderous attitude and when he was introduced to Werewolf blood, the cannibalistic instincts only amplified his murderous impulses. None the less, he does not prey on the weak. He carefully chooses his targets and makes sure that they are strong so that when he feasts on their flesh, he will be all the stronger.
History:
Who wears the skin of a man but has the fangs of a beast
Woe to those who pass the through the Forests in the East
For the man who guards them, his blade never sleeps
His cloak is adorned with symbols of nations past
And heart full of pride for a King that didn't last
What’s known about Kodlak is often spoke of in hushed tones and whispers. Some say that he was an ordinary mercenary in the Silver Hand who was bitten by a creature of the full moon and never quite recovered his sanity. Others swear that he pledged his afterlife to the Daedric Lord Hircine for the power to strike down all who opposed Jarl Ulfric.
What is kept on public record about him is that he was a part of the Companions at one point but kicked out for being reportedly ‘too cruel and vicious’. He was then seen in multiple skirmishes and major battles throughout the Civil War but others doubt these accounts due to their extravagance. Reportedly he was quick to discard his human skin and engorge himself upon the entrails of his enemies.
He was a loyal Stormcloak however and that is where his last name comes from. His real last name isn't known. It isn't known why his first name was adopted but many think it was in honor of the late Harbringer Kodlak, leader of the Companions. Mystery swirls like a bloody monsoon of death around this particular warrior. He’s never known to stick to any one place very long and it’s said that he occasionally commits one man raids against Imperial encampments though they have been hushed up by Elisif to prevent hysteria among the Legion’s ranks.
Kodlak found himself in the outskirts of Bruma after months and years of mindless wandering. The scent of bloodshed and massacre was too strong for his primal instincts to ignore and he found himself heading to the apocalyptic Imperial city like a moth drawn to flame.
Starting Point: Bruma
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