Template: Name: Occupation: Race: Class: Gender: Age: Attitude: Hair Color/Style: Eye Color: Height: Weight: General Appearance: Clothing: Weapons: Interesting facts/Bio: --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Name: Cai Jiao Lin Occupation: Hunter Race: Breton Class: Ranger Gender: Female Age: 24 Attitude: Cai Jaio is just getting used to living on her own. She is rather homesick, but still has a desire to travel throughout the desert. She is a shy, quiet woman, with strong beliefs and convictions. However, she is often afraid to express them, and lets others do the decision making. Cai Jaio loves to be included in group activities, regardless of the group, or activity. Hair Color/Style: Black, cut short with the right side shaved. (To avoid being caught in her bowstring.) Eye Color: Light Brown Height: 5' 7'' Weight: 150 lbs General Appearance: Cai Jaio is tall for an Asian woman, at five foot seven and her muscular build makes her heavier than some. She keeps her silky black hair short, with one side buzzed and the other combed over the top of her head. Her skin is a nut brown, with scars covering her forearms. She has small breasts, narrow hips and tiny hands, all working together to make her appear younger than her age. Clothing: Cai Jaio wears a homemade version of Japanese Samurai armor(much like Blades Armor), with the plates made out of steel coated in pitch to prevent them from making noise. She has no helmet, but the armor protects her well from the neck down. A black silk scarf covers her face, and she wears tall leather boots on her tiny feet. A small leather backpack holds her equipment, along with a homemade quiver for her arrows and a broad snakeskin belt for her sword. Weapons: Hunting Bow, Blades Sword, and Steel Dagger Interesting facts/Bio: Cai Jiao was born to two hunters in a cabin about a dozen miles from Solitude. She grew up in the mountains, hunting game brave enough to venture onto the tall peaks. Cai Jiao's parents kept a close eye on her, with both of them accompanying her on some of her hunts and doting on her once she returned home. As a result of this, she stayed home longer than most, having just left her modest home.

General Appearence Name: Nona "The dark haired nord" Occupation: Bartender at "The velvet room", her own bar Race: Nord Class: Assassin Gender: Female Age: 25 Attitude: Nona is a quiet personwho does not talk unless needed, dislikes loud noises and is an honest person, you can tell if she likes you or not. Hair Color/Style: Coal black Eye Color: Purple Height: 1,70 mts Weight: 50 kg Clothing: Black robes, when on a mission she wears a full leather armor without helmet Weapons: 2 steel blade swords, 1 elven dagger. Interesting facts/Bio: -Bio: Nona was born in Whiterun, member of the Galard family, a family that had served the Jarl as his personal assassins for centuries. One day at the age of 19 the naive girl called Nona met a wizard who oofered a possion to end with Nona's shyness. Nona drank the possion thinking that way she would get many friends however the wizard was from the stormcloacks, something Nona never found out, the possion made Nona loose her mind and did not stop until she killed the Jarl, who favoured the imperials, with her own hands. Once she came out of this "unconsciousness state" she had no choice but to take the Jarls horse and ran away, exiling herself in Falkreath where she opened her own bar,"The Velvet Room". -Interesting facts: -warning for men, do not try to flirt fiwth her, she plays for the other team.

Please finish.

ill finish when i get home, im in my job and the phone wont let me edit

Accepted.

ok, i edited

I have two problems with your character's backstory. 1: Jarls do not have "personal assassins". Nords frown upon the idea of assassination, and their Jarls settle their differences through duels. 2: The Stormcloaks wouldn't use a potion or subterfuge in general to dispose of an opposing Jarl.

Imma join this. And actually, I agree with Fritz. Typically, if a Nord wants to kill off someone, and they're strong enough to do it, they just walk in and do it.

Name: Gleys Maccdilius Occupation: Mercenary Race: Imperial Class: Gender: Male Age: 21 Attitude: He's very quiet, and prefers to be alone rather than having companions with him. He also hates the fact that Nords make fun of magic, finding it annoying. Hair Color/Style: He has dark hair, which hangs down almost to his shoulders, and is kinda shaggy. Eye Color: Dark Brown Height: 6'1" Weight: 173 lbs. General Appearance: He's actually very gruff looking for a mage. He looks more like a warrior, but it's obvious he uses magic, because of the fact that in his left hand sometimes you can see the occasional electric spark or what seems to be a hot ember from a flame. Clothing: A set of mage robes that are slightly faded because they're not exactly new. Weapons: He mostly uses Bound weapons, so he doesn't carry any with him. Interesting facts/Bio: Apparently he was originally from Cyrodiil, but moved to Skyrim a few years ago because he was tired of the Imperial city being so close and restricting him from using certain kinds of magic.

I like your character, but have some suggestions. 1: How is Gleys' blade pristine, when he doesn't carry one. 2: Please choose either a mage or a warrior. It is okay if your character has a little of a second class, but to be evenly distributed invites the prospect of an OP character.

I like your character, but have some suggestions. 1: How is Gleys' blade pristine, when he doesn't carry one. 2: Please choose either a mage or a warrior. It is okay if your character has a little of a second class, but to be evenly distributed invites the prospect of an OP character.

he uses more magic than he does use his Bound weapons. And if you look at the skills, it's not balanced. The only melee skill he has as a Major skill is Blade. And oops. I was originally gonna have him be a warrior, so I forgot to change that. I'll edit really quick.

Accepted. We'll start once we have one more.

Name: Tarja Eaglethorn Height: 5'4'' Weight: Roughly 120 lbs, slightly muscular build Occupation: Bounty Hunter/Mercenary Race: Half Nord/Half Redguard/Werewolf Class: Archer Gender: Female Age: 27 Attitude: Cold, taciturn, and a woman of only a few words, Tarja isn't much when it comes to speaking, or smiling for that matter. Rather she mostly communicates through stern glares and harsh body motions. She's not afraid to get her hands dirty (or bloody) and has an absolute hatred for the Stormcloaks. For her, there is only one thrill, and that is the thrill of the hunt, but when it comes to matters other than hunting, Tarja enjoys to be out and about in nature, as it is where she feels most tranquil, whether it is traversing the high, jagged rocks of The Reach or taking a peaceful dip in the sparkling crystal waters of Lake Ilinalta. Tarja is also a bit more fond of women rather than men, though either man or woman, she finds it hard to trust others and mostly prefers to work alone. Clothing: Her attire is mostly a mix of Ancient Nord and Forsworn armor known as the Armor of the Huntress. She even has a hood that she wears when she is out hunting. Weapons: A Dragonbone Bow with Daedric Arrows and a drain health and stamina enchantment, a Forsworn War Axe with fire and frost damage enchantments, and a Steel Dagger with a shock damage enchantment. She also carries various poisons to coat her arrows and her blades with, all made by herself Interesting facts/Bio: Born in Markarth to a Nord silver smith and his Redguard wife after the Stormcloaks took the Reach, the woman was originally under the family name Cathis, and was being raised to craft beautiful silver jewelry just like her father. Over the years, her family accumulated such wealth in their trade and was among the most astute of merchants in Markarth, despite being under the thumb of the Silverblood family, making a name for themselves. Yet tragedy was soon to strike one horrible evening as the family traveled together, husband, wife, and their young child Tarja, from Markarth and through the treacherous terrain of the Reach, on their way to Solitude to trade silver and jewelry. Their wagon was attacked and seized by a band of savages known as the Forsworn. Her father tried to stop them and save his family, but in a matter of seconds the man was skewered with arrows. Tarja was even forced to watch as her mother was descended on by the savages and torn to pieces. All that was left...was her. She tried to run but was soon caught and about to have her throat slit, until the men were stopped by their chieftain, an intimdating Breton woman named Aeryn Eaglethorn. Aeryn was a fearsome Forsworn, having earned the title Eaglethorn for her deadly skill in archery. She could pin a moth to a tree from nearly leagues away and when it came to hunting her targets, she was downright ruthless in her pursual.Chief Aeryn ordered her Forsworn not to harm the girl, but nevertheless Tarja was taken prisoner, the Forsworn believing that since her family was prominent in Markarth, they would receive a generous ransom for her. They chained Tarja to a post outside the camp leaving her out in the cold without any food, and for years they abused her phsyically and verbally, yet it was only the men and a few women who engaged in such vile behavior towards her. The chieftain would have none of it, it seemed. A few months later while the rest of the camp slept and Tarja lied awake in pain during the night, the chieftain unlatched her from the post and brought the girl to her tent. As she tended to Tarja's wounds and fed her, Aeryn spoke of how she was in the same situation long ago, and how she disapproved of Tarja's treatment by her Forsworn, but decided to let them continue....because she was testing Tarja's strength and her resolve. She spoke of how impressed she was the girl stayed strong, even through months of rigorous torture, and that despite she wasn't a Breton, she had what it took to be a Forsworn. The girl held anger though for the woman killing her family, but nevertheless she decided to become a Forsworn...to survive longer. A few weeks after that night, the woman came to her again releasing her from her bounds. She told Tarja that they were going hunting and that she wanted Tarja to join them, despite what the others thought of the girl. It was there upon the jagged, tall rocks of the Reach that Tarja made her first kill, a lowly mountain goat. Eventually, she began hunting more often with the chieftain and her tribe, becoming more and more skillful with a bow every day, until she too was a formidable archer, just as the woman who trained her. She had even gone with them on raids of nearby villages and killed her fair share of people. Soon she began to lose touch with her old self, shedding away the doughy exterior of a rich, snobby debutante of Markarth and truly becoming....a child of the Reach. The other Forsworn began to accept her as part of the tribe and to the chieftain she became a valuable ally and a close companion, perhaps...even more...as there was talk among the tribe of the chieftain taking the girl to her tent each night. The Forsworn also taught Tarja other valuable skills, such as alchemy, enchanting, and of course close combat with adversaries. Soon, Tarja had no desire at all to return to Markarth. She was happy with the Forsworn, the tribe had become her family, and the chieftain Aeryn....the woman she loved dearly. But...this happiness of hers would not last. On the night of the anniversary of King Madanach's rebellion, the Forsworn celebrated with a feast under the light of the moon, but their festivities were met with bloodshed as during the feast, the tribe was ambushed by a batallion of Stormcloaks sent to wipe out their camp. Many fought and many died, leaving only Chief Aeryn and Tarja alive. Tarja, though terrified her clan had been slaughtered, she tried to fight back, but Aeryn stood before her. Suddenly, the woman changed, her bones cracking and her limbs stretching, her body contorting into some mosntrous shape. Her fingers became sharp, vicious claws and her skin was covered in a thick black fur. Tarja couldn't believe her eyes. The woman...Aeryn...she was a werewolf! The werewolf's claws tore through the Stormcloak's ranks, limbs flying, blood spraying all over the place with horrible screams of agony. Tarja, as much death she had seen with the Forsworn, she couldn't even bare the sight of her beloved ripping apart men piece by piece, yet as horrible as it was, she couldn't look away, frozen with eyes wide as Masser above. Not only would she witness the slaughter of the Stormcloaks by Aeryn's hand, but she would also bare witness to....the woman's death. In her gory and violent frenzy, the werewolf was run through with a silver sword and wrenched back with a blood curdling howl of pain. She fell to the ground, trembling in such agony, trying her damndest to pull the wretched blade from her gut, but it was too late. The silver charred her flesh and boiled her blood with such a horrific heat. With her last breath, the chieftan called Tarja to her. Tarja fell to her knees by the woman's side, still in her beastly form, and sobbed into her chest as she felt the woman slowly fading into the distance. It was then, she gave one final request......drink her blood. Tarja did so....and as the woman died in her arms, she wrenched her head to the sky and cried out, her cry...turning into a howl. Soon, by the light of Masser falling upon her, she became the very beast Aeryn was, wolf blood now ran through her veins. She stormed off into the night with only one goal in mind, and soon that goal was met. The Stormcloak Camp in the Reach, by morning, nothing would be left of it...but nearly a hundred rotting, mutilated carcasses left strewn about their blood spattered tents and bedrolls. And it didn't just stop there. Soon, Tarja was seeking out all Stormcloak Camps across Skyrim, either leaving them bloody massacres after her werewolf form took over or picking off troops one by one with her deadly bow. Her savage deeds however didn't go unnoticed. After returning from another night of bloodshed, Tarja, now a woman in her mid twenties, rested beside Lake Ilinalta. Twas there, she was met by a ghostly apparition, taking the form of a majestic white stag. Tarja drew her arrow to the ethereal beast, but instead of flee...it spoke to her in a male voice. This was the voice of the Hunter, the Daedric Lord Hircine. Hircine was impressed with Tarja's ruthlessness and her keen hunting skills. He offered to make her his champion and give her power like no other, but at a cost. Tarja, being wolf-blood now, her soul would belong to Hircine, and when she died, she, like many, would become part of the hunt. Nevertheless, Tarja swore fealty to Hircine and was sent on her first task, kill another werewolf named Hrothi. Hrothi was a bandit chief, who led a gang of vagrants in Hjalmarch, he was also once a champion of Hircine as well, but abused his power for his own gain. It wasn't long, Tarja tracked Hrothi and his miscreants to a cavern in Hjalmarch. The lesser humans she easily picked off from the shadows with her bow, but Hrothi proved much of a challenge. Taking on his wolf form, he engaged the woman in a fearsome brawl, which ended with Tarja ripping his head off and carving the skin from his flesh as offering to Hircine. Twas from this skin Hircine made for her armor, cristening it the Armor of the Huntress. By wearing it, Tarja became an even deadlier foe. Her skills became sharpened. She could draw an arrow faster than before, her stamina and her speed increased and another effect...it allowed her the ability to transform whenever she felt, no longer needing the light of a full moon to provoke her. Now Tarja uses the power of Hircine to hunt and kill across Skyrim, taking whatever job she can find, mostly bounties out on the heads of notorious bandit leaders, but still her devotion lies with her Lord....and of course....to Aeryn, as she now carries the woman's title of Eaglethorn to honor the chieftain's memory.

Name: Jido'Kazkhar Sakar Occupation: Monk Race: Kahjiit Class: -not 100% sure what you mean so if I'm wrong please don't bite my head off I don't see classes anywhere in the RP- Monk Gender: Male Age: 25 Attitude: Peaceful, and calm as were the teachings of Temple Par'moor Hair Color/Style: -Hair Color: Black -Style: Kept in a thick mane with no rings Eye Color: Red Height: 6'3" Weight: 155 lbs General Appearance: Clothing: As pic Weapons: Quarter Staff- Not often used Unarmed (I.E knees, fists, claws, elbows, feet, etc.) Interesting facts/Bio: -Raised in a monastery -Will not fight unless someone else swings first -tattooed over his right eye in white

Name: Keldir Occupation: Exile, Traveller, and a Court Wizard from time to time. Race: Altmer Class: Mage Gender: Male Age: 213 (Elves can naturally live from 200-300 years. It has also been known for powerful wizards to live even longer) Attitude: Once rash and arrogant, when Keldir was a young man he saw everyone as a inferior, unable to match him in the arcane, he especially looked on those who were not the same race as himself with the greatest disdain. But through his travels and exposure to the new lands and people he has become more tolerant to new ideas and customs. Furthermore he has even become a little friendlier albeit still reserved, often too deep in thought to focus on the happenings around him. Despite his travels, however he still thinks most people are dimwitted fools incapable of appreciating the world of the arcane. Hair Color/Style: Blonde, long and flowing Eye Color: Purple Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 lbs Weapons: Staff Interesting facts/bio: Born into a well-to-do family in The Summerset isles, Keldir had the privilege to attend THE finest academy in all Tamriel, or so they would tell you. Soon Keldir discovered he had a natural talent for magic, which is not uncommon among the Altmer but even so Keldir surpassed his peers and eventually his teachers. But not even such a great pride could quench his thirst for knowledge and soon he found himself dabbling in ancient arts long forgotten by society. He locked himself in his study and with each day passing his power grew. Rumours began to spread about the strange lights and sounds coming from Keldirs study and soon enough he was being investigated. The investigators easily managed to uncover the forbidden magics he was practicing as the unexpecting Keldir had not hidden his work. With a few strings pulled by the few family members who still stood by him Keldir only had to spend a few days in prison and was granted exile. Since then he has roamed the continent, working in the courts of several kings but never staying for long as his thirst for knowledge always drives him on. While he has been in Exile the Thalmor have come to power in Summerset and they have begun to recruit exiles who wronged society and were once renowned in their chosen school. It will not be long before they find Keldir