Ignore, site double posted.

Your post needs more massacre Supes.

I want to drink the blood of a million unborn fetuses when I read your posts

Athos, eat a Snickers.

*is now craving a snickers* thanks...

This post is taking forever, between playing taxi for everyone and friends bugging me to play games. Your suffocating my creativity people!

Trust me...

I know that feeling when everyone wants you

It's suffocating

There, finally. Hope you enjoy, first time I've written a character running from a burning building.

Name: Nero Caligarius
Age: 240
Gender: Male

Race: Dunmer
Appearance:
Job: Gladiator/ Warrior

Skills: Finely skilled warrior with heavy armor, any weapon, and some destruction magic.

Personality: Bat. Shit. Insane. Due to extensive trauma combined with horrifying and disturbing encounters, Nero's mind is warped beyond repair. He acts sporadically with little or no motivation, only following where his gut leads him, which is usually only into trouble. He lusts for blood, but does not spill it illegally. He is severely mentally challenged. He is convinced that he is a khajit and has multiple personalities. Sorry this is a random pile of jargon. I have a distinct idea for a personality, it is just too crazy to describe, but you will see...

History: Nero has lived a long time and has seen much. He saw the gates of Oblivion open wide, the crusader that shut them. He ventured into the mysterious land of the Shivering Isles and returned alive, if not sane. He even had a first hand account of the rebellion in Skyrim. All of which he only remembers glimpses of.
Starting Point: Bruma

I can finish this more if you want, but I think it is good enough to give an idea of the character. You know me, I like to RP out all the cool stuff. (Mostly because I like to change my mind. Shhhhh.)

Sounds a bit sloppy/rushed, but accepted as I know you're capable. :p

That would be because it is sloppy and rushed... Don't tell anyone. XD

Hey, I play it fast and loose Aza, fast and loose!

Name: Sorcha 'Lipstick' Daveine
Age: 24
Gender: Female

Race: Breton
Appearance:
Job: Speaker for the Dark Brotherhood

Skills: Sorcha is a talented mage. She has learned how to manipulate the dead and has knowledge in the destruction arts. She has touched upon other magical talents, such as restoration and illusion but they wouldn't be her strengths. She has skill with a bow, and is currently studying alchemy; poisons in particular.

Personality: Sorcha enjoys the quiet. She is an introvert and rather than spend time with others she would prefer to study, this does not imply she is cold. Sorcha has been known to be very loyal and affectionate to those she deems worthy of her friendship. She chooses her words carefully and is not afraid of confrontation as long as she knows she can win. She has a fondness for desserts, sweetrolls in particular.

History: Born to an abusive household in Markarth, Sorcha found little protection within her home. Her birth mother would burn her with hot coals when she misbehaved and her step-father would stare at her as if she was a piece of meat. Much of the abuse she willingly chooses to forget except for the end, when she was thirteen.

The incident happened just before the break of dawn, Sorcha was awoken by weeping coming from the basement. It was not an uncommon occurence, but the girl found herself creeping down the wooden stairs and watching. Her mother pleaded for help as her step-father took her, stripped her naked and cut her. The words still repeat in her head amongst whimpering "Help me, help me, please help me,". And that is what Sorcha did.

When her stepfather fell he had multiple stab wounds. The first one was fatal enough but Sorcha had to be sure. There was a chilling silence as the blood decorated the floor, and then her mother screamed. She felt the hands wrap around her throat and the insults. Sorcha cried as she saw the look of pure revulsion in her mother. Insult after insult came and then finally, just as Sorcha was about to give up on life an arrow hit her mother.

The redguard spent the night with her, cleaning her from the blood that stained her body. He kept quiet through the night and allowed her to speak. Sorcha didn't speak, however, she cried. The next night the redguard took her away, and that was the best thing that could have happened to her.

The Dark Brotherhood were welcoming, and Sorcha was trained young. The Night Mother and the Dread Father were better parents than she was used to. She was not the only child to be taken to the dark brotherhood, and many orphans were taken as they were easier to train. Despite being only children, the training was tough and merciless, the weak died and the strong prevailed.

Sorcha's first kill came on her 18th birthday. It was a simple mark, in hindsight, but Sorcha had been nervous. She killed a shopkeeper in Whiterun in the middle of the day, she slashed her throat with a dagger. She had been so nervous she ran from Whiterun-- though she was never caught and no one recognized her. When she returned to the base in Dawnstar, her brothers and sisters decided they'd each have a trademark kill, to inspire the same fear that the Brotherhood used to excel at. Sorcha decided her's would be a kiss.

Her second mark was much more fun. It was the leader of a bandit camp, a nord man named Tarlok. He was big, vile and crueler than the rest of his crew. He reminded him of her stepfather and Sorcha had taken an instant dislike to him. However, he was very easy to seduce, and as her blade left his heart in the dead of night, her lipstick imprinted on his lips along with a spell to raise him from the dead. The other bandits would find more than they bargained for when they went to wake him, and it may even cost the poor fool his life.

Her legend continues to this day in Skyrim and Cyrodil, where people refer to her as the 'Lipstick Killer'. She has been sent to Cyrodil as speaker and a recruiter, in the hopes of expanding the Dark Brotherhood to its former infamy.

Starting Point: Bravil

Fantastic, can't wait to start tracking her down. Though I feels it's only fair that I say that her signature will make her easier to follow.

That's the idea. :D

You'd think posts would pick up on the weekend, not slow down.

Yeah. I don't know where Sowa has got to, or the others. I hope they haven't lost interest.

Don't worry though, Ceri, Aza and I have no lives at all.

Fantastic! We can all have no lives together!