Appearance:
Name: Ardashir
Nickname: None
Age: 28
Race: Argonian

Items and gear: Hide armor, A one-handed iron sword, a basic longbow. He also has an unenchanted circlet obtained from a dungeon. He doesn't use footwear.
Abilities: Low level spells across all schools but no necromancy. Good skills with one-handed weapons and decent skills with the bow.

Job: Adventurer and hunter. He occasionally fights bandits and kills off dangerous animals when the pay is slow.
Bio: Hailing from Black Marsh, Ardashir was accused of having sympathies for the Dunmer when the argonian advance on Morrowind was halted by House Redoran. He fled the Argonia to avoid political repercussions and took the first boat out of the province, which happened to be heading to Windhelm. Finding no life worth living at the Argonian Assemblage, he headed south and settled in Riverwood, where the locals were suspicious at first but have since come around to tolerating him.

Other:


Here are his claws, taken from a Skyrim mod.

All Accepted!

Appearance: http://imgur.com/PvJx6Sn
Name: Wolfgang Vestenheimer
Title: Protector
Age: 56
Race: Imperial
Items and gear: Steel plate armour, Enchanted holy silver mace
Abilities: Restoration, Heavy armour, One Handed
Job: Local Healer and Protector, Looking to recruit others
Bio: Wolfgang has had a long history of joining holy orders, however he has left them all as they have either turned out to be nothing more than thugs or bureaucrats who prefer politics than purging the world of evil. And now after many years of wandering the lands and cleansing them of evil influences, Wolfgang has decided to create his own order in his own image that would be true protectors of the people.

Accepted!

Appearance:
Casimer stands an inch or so above average height for an Imperial. His skin, however, is a light brown, more than a deep tan usual of those living on Cyrodil's south coast; but, also not dark enough that he might be marked as a Redguard. He sports a thick greying fuzz on his long face, which connects to a fuzzled mane of the same color on his head. He has worked to maintain the stature of his youth, and remains broad-shouldered, but no giant. However, old age has begun to set in and he is worn around the edges: the skin around his piercing black eyes has begun to sag, he's taken on some amount of girth around his mouth and neck and can feel himself wobble when he climbs the stairs to the storeroom.
Name: Casimer Demitrius-Kahn
Nickname: Cas'.
Age: 66
Race: Imperial, Redgaurd father.
Items and gear: His light green tunic is worn, and singed from the attack, but he still pulls it close around his person as a means of keeping the cold out. Beneath he wears a beige shirt, and blacks pants. On his feet are a pair of sensible brown boots. He carries an iron dagger at his side; in his house is an Imperial-manufactured blade, enchanted to boost the agility of those who handle it.
Abilities: His retained wits; speech and mercantile. He also maintains a good standard in the use of one-handed bladed weapons. Otherwise, he was trained in the use of heavy-armor, bows and crossbows, and long-shields, earlier in life: but, for the most part, has forgotten his training.
Job: He owns and operates a supply-node for traders.
Bio: Former Imperial soldier. Following the Great War, he migrated north in a bid to escape the memories contained in his hometown, which had been the subject of considerable trauma at the hands of the Thalmor. He found himself settling in Helgen, where he has resided for the last 25 years.
Other: N/a
Pets: N/a

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I hope him owning and operating a general store isn't too big a deal. I can change it if needs be. Though, I presume that outside of the game world, most towns are going to have more than one store.

Appearance: [A younger version of the following]

Name: Felix
Age: 16
Race: Nord

Gear: Stormcloak armor, hide boots, Forsworn bow and arrows, steel dagger
Items: Lockpicks
Abilities: Advanced lockpicking, average stealth and pickpocket, amateur archery and one-handed

Job: Adventurer
Bio: Raised in a small and well-hidden orphanage near Falkreath, Felix had no knowledge of his parents whatsoever. He were told tales of the Dragonborn even before he saved the world by defeating Alduin, which fascinated the young boy in need of a hero. Determined to become an adventurer and one day meet the Dragonborn in person, he left the orphanage a year ago despite his loving caretaker's worry. The harsh life as a novice wanderer almost killed him multiple times, but he managed to stay alive and keep his kneecap intact. Having done his fair share of petty crimes to survive, Felix is now quite adept at lockpicking and pickpocket without being noticed. While he can use bows and one-handed weapons, he avoids them most of the time simply because he's not good at them. He is now staying in Riverwood.

@Vlerchan@LChris314

Both accepted. And yes Vlerchan you can have a general store. My character has one too but the more business the town has the more its able to rebuild from the attack.

Appearance: http://pin.it/sl30ck3
Name: Corinth Frozen-Hammer
Nickname: Grizz, for his bearish attitude.
Age: 24
Race: Half Nord, Half Imperial

Items and gear: Unique Stalhrim armor- What he's wearing in the pic is his usual armor, given to him by his father, which was given to him by his father before he left Solstheim. The chestpiece is enchanted to give extra destruction magic damage. Generally wears fur clothes when not out. Wields a stalhrim greataxe enchanted with ice of course.

Abilities: Ice Spellsword. Proficient in lockpicking and two and one handed weapons. Knows how to use a shield.



Job: Mercenary and Farmer

Bio: Corinth was born to a imperial farmer and a Nord soldier from Solstheim turned mercenary. He grew up in a chaotic home, as his parents had three sons, of which Corin is the eldest. His father taught him to fight and use the little ice magic he knew. Corin showed promise as a mage, but his family lacked the funds to find a teacher. As such, once he learned what he knew, he mastered it and started learning on his own, often causing accidents around the farm. He's developed two new spells, Haze, during the attack on his family farm and Flash freeze, something he does when he's extremely angry. Corin lost his mother during a bandit raid on their farm, and his father retired to keep up the farm. Corin however decided to find his own way, leaving his two brothers with his father. He ended up in Helgen offering to offer his aid in farming and protection.

Other: Corin often meditates in the morning, and when emotional, icy mist can be seen around his hands. His father often called him Kyne’s wrath as when he was angry as a kid, he'd accidentally freeze a bunch of crops during the summer. He's also a very good bard. Corinth was born in Skyrim.

Pets: None

@GrizzTheMauler

accepted

Appearance:


Name: Jo’marash the sojourner

Age: 42

Race: Kahjiit

Items and gear: A steel dagger and a bag filled with various potions and ingredients.


Abilities: High level alchemy, decent sneak, low level one handed

Job: Jo’marash owns a small alchemy shop in Helgen although it’s rarely open since he spends most of his time in the surrounding woods collecting ingredients.

Bio: Jo’marash was born in the dense jungles of Elseweyr. His parents were wealthy traders. Jo’marash’s father wanted him to learn how to trade so he could inherit the business when he grew older. But Jo’marash showed little interest his in studies and spent most his time in the family's garden. He was fascinated by the small bugs and the colourful flowers.

When he grew older he ventured further into the jungles discovering new plants and places. He started mixing the things he found and made many different potions. The plants of the jungles were diverse but Jo’marash wanted more, so he started travelling all over tamriel. After many years of travelling he finally ended up in Helgen.

Other: He’s not only a skilled alchemist, he’s also an excellent cook.

@Evil gnome

accepted

Appearance: i.ytimg.com/vi/Gl1uq4tg7YU/maxresdefau..
Name:gabe
Nickname: none
Age:4
Race:dog
Items and gear:it can get what ever item or gear it wants with magic
Abilities:glowing eyes teleportation a little mind controle good fighthing healing and fur that can be so hard that its armor
Job: no job
Bio:just look it up
Other: none
Pets: none

Name: Cedus Ruin

Age: 14
Race: Imperial/Redguard
Items and gear: A smithing hammer, as well as various metals in a knapsack. He also has a small canteen. In his a pack, he carries a pouch of coins, a short sword, a compass, and a pot to cook. He wears all that you can see in the photo, as well as black trousers and worn brown boots.
Abilities: High level smithing, medium level one handed, and low level pickpocket.
Job: Supplying weapons to any trade stores, in return for money.
Bio: Cedus was abandoned at two years old, but eventually adopted by a renowned blacksmith. He learned under his wing for many years, until hearing about the attack on Helgan. He told his adopted father that he wanted to help. His father gave him enough supplies to smith for the town, and sent a message ahead telling them to take him seriously.
Other: Very quiet, but is quick to defend his smithing.
Pets: None.

@DriveEMOut

Accepted

@gabe the dog

Umm...not accepted. I dont see how a dog would be in a Skyrim rp or have powers for that matter. Sorry to be mean about it.

Appearance:


Age: 51

Race: Redguard

Items and gear: Imperial armor (Chestpiece, bracers, and boots.), Brown trowsers, steel shield, and long sword. As most soldiers do, he also carries a dagger positioned on the outside of his right thigh. In his Horse's saddle bags, he has rations to last him a week, two canteens, a bedroll, blankets, and various crumbs that have fallen out during different journeys.

Abilities: Capable of leading and following men into battle with little fear. Deadly with his blade and meticulous about it's care and handling. Able to sleep just about anywhere due to his old occupation in the Imperial Army. Mediocre with a bow, and plain horrible with diplomacy.

Job: Ex-Soldier in the Imperial Army

Bio: Growing up in one of the countless farms near Whiterun, Illium heard tales of glory and daring. These occupied his time while he shoveled Hay to the cows and manure from the stables. He dreamed of fighting dragons in his younger years. Though as the time edged closer and closer to his 17th name day, he began to settle more and more into the idea that being a Soldier was mostly just standing around and riding to and fro on business for some lord. When he did officially join, it was exactly what he imagined it would be. He was sent out on countless 'scouting missions' only to return with the same phrase, "Nothing to report, sir!". It was in his late twenties that the Civil War broke out in Skyrim. Forced to then fight with people he had once sworn to protect, the typical mission deviated into brutal battles that either left scars or death in it's wake. No longer did he ever utter the words "Nothing to report".

Twenty years of fighting left Illium a grizzled soldier with little to say beyond the battlefield. He kept to himself save for when the fighting starts. Even occasionally you might find a smile plastered across the old man's face as he holds his shield up to protect himself or a friend. His life was now focused around battle, and when he found himself up against the very dreams he shared as a child, he shied away. This was some supernatural force beyond ordinary magic. He cowered on the outerwall of Helgen while the dragon made multiple passes across the buttresses and towers beyond. It left the entire town in ruins, and most of the troops that were placed there were dead or dying.

He set aside his helmet that day and resigned from the Imperial Legion. His guilt was so strong that he remained there to help rebuild and salvage what they could from the wreckage wrought from Alduin.

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@Illium Vethelot

Accepted

Ok good. I'd like to play a kahjiit thats a werewolf ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)