Hopefully encountering some of the group on her way towards falkreath and white run perhaps, I doubt she will clear the reach before encountering the lot of you

You could always do a second character that is actually apart of Dovah Feyn in order to keep you occupied in the mean time if you wish?

I'm not great at multiple characters, I usually end up ignoring one of them to death so I think I can keep myself entertained get some of this rust off my roleplaying I admit I haven't done it in some time.

On a side note, storm cloaks and gaurds armor makes your character look fat xD

Haha I'll take your word for it rock. And yeah, you could still do your posts working across the West, you could pick up new items, skills etc. so it'll be interesting to say at the least. :D

Name: Leonidas "Leo" Conmenticius
Age: 32
Race: Imperial
Class: Architect of Sorcery
Appearance: Standing at about 6'0, with a slim and wiry frame, Leo hides his surprising strength very well. With the normal tanned skin, dark eyes and dark hair of your average Imperial, it’s only Leo’s bright excitement, and the childish, dimpled grin that lights up his face that makes him stand out. With unruly, uneven, curly hair that is somewhat singed at the ends – he likes to experiment – and various burn marks, cuts and bruises, you can tell he doesn't particularly lead a quiet life. His elf-like, pointed face is nearly always covered in a shadow of stubble; shaving is never his number one priority. Overall, he certainly draws the eye for one reason of another.

Personality: As one can tell from above, he’s quite the experimenter. Always on the look-out for something new and innovative, his own genius mind often makes break-throughs that others find... a bit too quirky. Despite a fair amount of failures in his far-fetched past, he never gives up on something, making him a stubbornly loyal friend to have. On top of this, he has a certain childish arrogance about him – nothing too over the top, but it’s not uncommon for him to scoff down ideas that he finds too ‘mediocre’ or ‘everyday’. On top of that, he is an uncontainable bundle of energy, constantly moving and/or talking animatedly about something or other that has caught his attention; this will most likely be to do with his inventions, or to do with the ladies. One of the few things that can draw him from his work is a womanly figure – she doesn't have to be beautiful. Just interesting. A self-proclaimed Casanova, he’s had a few run-ins with angry husbands and the law on his travels when it came to the allure of women. But as a talented wordsmith, he gets out of most trouble; if words fail him, his friend is always there to pull him out of the shit.

Bio: Growing up in a cosy two-storey house in Cheydinhal, Leo became aware of the allure of smithing when an Orc bought the smith over the road from his house. Visiting daily with his best friend/cousin Nikolaus Aliksen (A sign-up will follow for this dude soon), he learnt the basics at the young age of just 6. By 10, he was crafting his own steel daggers – not the best, but pretty darn impressive for a 10-year-old. When he turned 18, he was ready to take on the world and try out new things. Travelling north with Nikolaus, he stopped at various cities and villages in Cyrodiil to learn different forms of smithing – and to chase the ladies. Eventually learning the mysteries of Akaviri technology, his sights drew closer and closer to the Dwemer inventions within Skyrim. And so, that was his next stop. At 28, he reached Markarth, and from there, set up shop smithing his own curious inventions with the aid of different Dwemer inspirations. Despite getting a business and a home with his oldest friend, he realized that Nikolaus, the man who had stuck with him through everything and had saved his life countless times, wanted more from life, and was always gazing wistfully at the main gates whenever news of dragons drifted through the city. So, Leo decided determinedly that it was time to make a bit more of a name for himself and his dear old friend, and the two set out to help rid the world of dragons.
Besides, just imagine the stuff he could make with the materials from a dragon’s body! And don’t even get him started on the Thu’um. Magic interests him just as much as smithing, and he often tries to incorporate the two; much to the disappointment of his guinea pigs, who test out all of his new inventions when he’s too busy to do it himself.

Equipment: Not one for regular equipment, Leo himself holds a self-made ebony warhammer, with a few... special touches. Rather than adding an enchantment of lightning, he’s generated his own by self-made batteries, creating a crackling electric field around it whenever he flicks its switch. It also has a few booby traps in case someone other than himself or Nikolaus tries to pick it up.
His armour is lightweight, which allows him a bit more ease in his work and fighting. A tough made leather with diamond encrusted chainmail underneath, it allows him freer movement than heavy armour would. A few smaller knives are dotted around his body in various sheaths – he likes to spring a few surprises – and a dark blue mage’s hood with a magic shield enchantment.
In terms of jewellery, he wears a Zenithar amulet, and an odd-looking signet ring. Not really special, just a family heirloom that he believes makes him real lucky. Another thing to mention are some brass, steampunk style goggles that he wears out and about, either on his face, perched atop his head, or dangling on his neck by an elastic band. He wears them when working, or when out in the elements of the wild, as they're enchanted to repel anything that could mess up his vision.

Other: Although interested in magic, he finds necromancy abhorrent, and a very small amount of common sense in him stops him from venturing too far into the ideals of Daedric armour – although it would be a joy to learn it’s ways, he feels that the price would be too much to pay.

Hey guys, we're back up, yeeeey!

Aww yeah, back in action. Is everyone still here?

Woo! What an unexpected break that was…

I've got a post all written up, but it's on my PC and I'm all in bed now (typical considering I had it ready to post about five mins after the guild went down). Will get it up first thing in the morning though :)

We'll see. I've got to retype an entire post that I tried to do when everything was goin' bonkers :T

Name: Haserus Flurcon
Age: 30
Race: Redguard/Imperial
Class: Warrior
Appearance: Haserus Flurcon stands equal to Nords, a hefty high of 6 feet 3 inches which suits his lean, toned frame. He bears a scar from the corner of his right eye that stretches diagonally downwards, ending slightly below his left nostril. Naturally lean, Haserus' body displays a figure that has trained for years, improving consistently. He has large pectoral muscles and notable adominals, which would look like perfection were it not for the two scars that run horizontally (A feature Haserus is somewhat proud of). His arms suit his torso, big to the point of attracting the attention of a Nord, but toned enough to put them to shame. In it's entirety, you could say Haserus has the body of an athlete that participated in grueling resistance workouts mixed with intensive cardio sessions.

His eyes are an emerald green, a trait he derives from his mothers side of the family. He has slender eyebrows and a normal nose. He has unkept, messy brown hair, almost the shade of mahogany. Who needs neat hair when you're constantly fighting?

He has slightly tanned skin, a mixture of his half Redguard, half Imperial lineage.
Personality: Haserus is a very prideful individual who is beyond confident in his fighting abilities, perhaps even straying into arrogance. This is reflected in his larger than life ego, particularly inflated due to his strikingly good looks. You could go as far to call him a selfish individual with little regard to anyone but himself, however Haserus has on occasion managed to do the right thing. Despite this, he is an unquestionably loyal man who will always keep to his word, and those who know him manage to see past his narcissistic, selfish demeanor. Some even say that this is a front, and that he does have a heart, however he will probably just laugh at these ushered words. Witty and quick to retort, he is a 'marmite' character, those who get to know him will (eventually) come to like him, however on first impressions you would quickly believe him to be a self centered person.
Bio: Haserus was unable to live a life experienced by the majority from the second he was born. His father was a gladiator, willingly participating in grueling fights to the death for the love of the crowds and plentiful coin. His mother was the daughter of an Imperial noblewoman, who forbid romance with such a rough individual. After running off with his father and giving birth to Haserus, she met a grisly end yet he was never informed of the circumstances.
In his early years, his upbringing was predominantly influenced by his father and his fathers sword. Growing to become enthusiastic in his fathers profession, Haserus was using sticks as swords as other youngsters played imaginary games, and when they too began to become interested in the warriors of old, he would often severely beat them. His father often showed him how to wield a blade and by the age of ten, Haserus was challenging the older kids to a duel with wooden swords, embarrassing them as he overcame them with ease.

After his fathers death in the arena at the age of thirteen, Haserus was adopted by his fathers close friends, a bunch of older men who had once been famous (yet most likely infamous) mercenaries whom had traveled far and wide. Spotting his prodigious talent, they each began to train him in their areas of combat expertise, and by the age of sixteen Haserus was able to use axes, maces and bows as efficiently as he was able to wield a sword. He spent all of his time practicing, training, pushing his body to its limits and beyond in his quest to become the greatest warrior he could possibly be.

In his later years, Haserus spent his time challenging those with reputations, beating them and then challenging others. His Imperial heritage enabled him to benefit greatly from training whilst his Redguard side had naturally enabled him to be an opponent you would not underestimate. Eventually, tired of winning, Haserus roamed the lands as a Mercenary, participating in feuds and battles of great and small proportions.

This was until he heard of the Dragonborn- He was determined to defeat this being of immense power, yet learning of his death, Haserus settled on the next best thing. He would become a slayer of dragons, and his prowess of being the greatest warrior would be universally known and feared. Upon reaching Skyrim, his reputation had exceeded him as a slayer of heroes.
Equipment:

Armour notes: The Armour is Ebony, enchanted to be extremely light thus allowing Haserus optimal mobility of which will enable to use his skill to his full potential. On his legs however, the 'skirt' is made of leather, but it has Ebony attached to it to avoid his legs being cut. His armour is black, with beautiful, angel white carvings of legendary clashes between heroes elegantly implemented, signaling armour of an individual with high status. The plume upon his helmet is also white.

Shield: A slightly larger roundshield than a guards, it is made of Elven ingots but custom crafted to the desired look. It has been painted black and enchanted for enhanced durability, able to absorb power attacks without hurting him although they can stagger him. (Come on, he's not a heavy dude :P )

Weapons: He has two Ebony swords, crafted by a highly renowned blacksmith of old. However, they were not originally his, and he took them from an extremely skilled Elven swordsman he once faced in a challenge, which was also how he obtained the scar across his eye. They are very durable and razor sharp, sacrificing length (they are slightly shorter than a normal sword) for stability, speed and precision. One is enchanted to shock, whilst the other is enchanted to burn.

Additionally he carries a hand-axe, sheathed on his right hand side. It is made of an unknown material and has a malevolent, red aura. Taken from a slain champion of Molag-Bal. Although not being an artifact of the Daedric Prince, it has an enchantment that has always perked Haserus up when used, therefore he believes it to be somewhat of healing properties.

Other: His fighting style is that of sword and shield, or dual wielding swords. He is extremely quick on his feet, able to deal out a lot of damage in a quick frame of time. His armour is even geared towards his strengths as even though it is very strong, there isn't a great deal of it on the legs and arms. What he lacks in range and magic, he makes up for in his close combat prowess. This is more than a lifestyle for him, perhaps even a religion.

Also whilst it was down I made this secondary character… I hope he is all good. He wouldn’t be coming to High Hrothgar, but instead around for anyone to stumble into at a later time and draw into the plot maybe.

Hey, first of all, thanks for joining Veshio! I only have two things I'd like cahnging: one being the age. If you push it up to 30, it seems a bit more realistic for his achievements. Also, I'm fine with him killing and looting the Champion of Molag Bal, but I'd like you to understand that this weapon you've taken is not a weapon of Molag Bal. I've drawn the line at Daedric Artifacts, for now, at least.
And to make a link you just put the website inbetween : The code is just below the post box.

Qa'skil, your character is fine, but I would expect him to join Dovahfeyn sooner or later.

Name: Nikolaus “Niki/Niko/Klaus/Nik-nik/Whatever Leo comes up with next” Aliksen
Age: 36
Race: Nord – half Imperial, although it doesn’t show.
Class: Paladin Judge

Appearance: Looking every part the Nord, Niko stands at a towering height of 6’7, with the muscley build of someone who works his sword every day. His shaggy, dark blonde hair sweeps down to his shoulders, the fringes framing his face in tied braids to keep it out of his eyes, which are a startlingly stormy grey-blue. He has pale skin, with the slightest remainder of a tan from his time living in Cyrodiil, which is dotted with scars here and there from his run-ins with trouble in the past. Although he can look a daunting target, he can easily light up a room with his dimpled smile, which is accentuated by his short blond beard, and suits his handsome, weathered face well.

Personality: Far more mature than his childhood friend, Niko can enjoy a few laughs, but for the majority of the time out in serious situations, he keeps a fairly stoic attitude. He is respectful to those worthy of respect – whether they be evil or not – but he will not tolerate any form on injustice or cruelty. Wanting to be an adventurer does not necessarily mean that he has to take part in torturing; he believes in doling out quick deaths for his attackers, for he is a man with rules. And he likes to follow those rules, no matter what. Because of this, it’s hard to snap his temper, but when it does snap, it is not wise to stick around for long. Another important mention of his personality is his kindness – unlike the majority of his Nordic kin, he does not discriminate others for their race, gender, religion... whatever. Unless they’re something really sick like a cannibal (I mean c’mon guys, that’s just NASTAY.), he’ll treat them with the same amount of fairness as he would any other person... until he finds out more about them.

Bio: Niko has a Nord Father and an Imperial Mother – who just happened to be the sister of Leo’s Mother. The two families living together in their large Cheydinhal home, Niko saw Leo as the younger brother his parents had never given him. Treating him as his kin and his dearest friend, the two had a fine childhood despite the War, losing themselves in their imaginations to avoid all the bloodshed that their parents worried so much about. Leo would always dream up new inventions and Niko would humour him countlessly. However, when Leo’s dreams because a bit more real as they grew up, Niko felt he had no choice than to journey with his younger cousin; one, for they had been brothers, and going separate ways would hurt too much; and two; Leo needed protecting. With all his genius wonderings, it was amazing how often he could forget simple things like eating, and more dangerous things like bandits on the road. Putting his own dreams of adventuring on hold, Niko journeyed with Leo, even picking up more interests as they went towards Markarth. Taking a particular interest in the Ayleid, Akaviri and Dwemer, he eventually tracked down a scholar who taught him how to speak the various different languages, and he became immersed in the history of them. With countless tomes of lost civilisations to read, and manuscripts to translate for Leo’s newest contraptions, Niko quelled his lust for adventure for a good few years.
However, now that the dragons have returned, his feet began to itch once more. Although not asking Leo if he wanted to leave, he was thrilled one day to find his cousin packing up shop, and announcing that it was time to kill some dragons with that big, dopey grin on his face. And so, the two journeyed out once more, to join the legendary Dovayfeyn.
Equipment: Although Leo had provided plenty of prototype weapons and armour for Niko, he politely declined most of them after a few memories of exploding chestplates and shields that electrocuted the wearer. Instead, he stuck with a fine set of regular, normal ebony armour that Leo modelled off the Wolf Armour that the Companions wore. Although similar to their armour, Leo replaced the steel with ebony, and deciding against the “pointless fur skirt”, as Leo had called it. The design is a bit more intricate, and still includes the wolf motifs; it also includes the boots, gauntlets and helmet, which Niko wears over a black cowl with a mask (Covering bottom half of face, as protection from rain, wind, etc.) with a Fortify Archery enchantment.
In terms of weapons, Leo decided some of Niko’s home-made improvements could actually be helpful. With him, he has a bow, about three dozen arrows, two longswords, and a hidden dagger tucked into his boot – all of which are ebony, and with various improvements; The bow has a drain life enchantment and razor sharp spikes running along the limbs (For when someone gets too up-close and personal, he can give them a nasty bash with this); the arrows explode after a few seconds post impact, in which tiny razors are shot in 360 degree radius, the maximum reaching 8 Feet away from impact point (This makes the arrows a bit chunkier than usual, so are less accurate than other arrows, and of course, are pointless for stealth missions. Because of this, he carries about 4 dozen extra steel arrows, with no enchantments.); the swords – like Leo’s warhammer – are booby-trapped in case a stranger attempts to pick them up, and have a medium fear enchantment. His dagger is just a regular dagger though. Last resort kinda thing.

Other: Dislikes horses, but loves dogs. He’d literally buy a dozen if he could feed them all.

I've made some additions to the front page regarding our ''realistic'' roleplay, so kindly take a look peoples.

Seems fair – I will come up with a reason, maybe initially it would be the perfect place to hide from assassins, but he gets caught up in it or some such. Plus I think Qa’skil would get on with the more… not alive characters of the group, and may end up trying to become a vampire or a possible a disciple of sorts for Valerion, or maybe even Rawlith, depending on how everything goes.

Looking forwards to seeing your pair of new characters in action!

Awesome, thanks for accepting me! And that's fine, I wasn't sure if the weapon would of been allowed or not, so I put it as an additional but I'll edit it right away. Let's do this!

Roze your characters are like a more eccentric Brock and Crogunk, that said it was a really good post :)

So are you going to post Veshiro?

Leos Klien said
Roze your characters are like a more eccentric Brock and Crogunk, that said it was a really good post :)

Haha thanks Leos - to be honest, I took some inspiration from Tulio and Miguel.