Not saying that I'm joining (I already have multiple Elder Scrolls RPs that I'm a part of) but I'd like to point out that the year should be 4E243, not 2043. That's all for now.

>Altmeri are slaughtered on sight, typically.

I'm hooked. I expect good things from this.

Question though: When you say ALL hist trees, do you mean ALL hist trees? Did the hist trees not have some populations moved into the impassable zones of the Black Marsh? Or did the Imperials surpass the impassability of those Black Marsh regions?

Rytsas se valar morghulis,

A man must say that he is quite impressed with a concept such as this. A man shall be perusing the halls for that of a Dunmer... perhaps a spell blade with ancestral hunts reminiscent of the dark elves from the World of Sigmar or the Drow of Menzoberranzen. A man feels such venom may easily be birthed from a canal of oppression and degradation. Of course, you should not concern yourself or with an idea only partially hatched. A man will keep his eyes upon this thread and compile a viable concept. A man appreciates such an inspiring idea.

Kirimvose se geros ilas,

Final clarification questions so that I can make sure all my character concepts are effectively tied to the BBEG and the plot of the story we'll be telling as a team:

1) Hafvyg is definitely the Dragonborn, correct?
2) Is the Volkihar vampire clan a powerful force in Skyrim or have they been driven to extinction (How did this Dragonborn's Dawnguard campaign end)?
3) Paarthurnax. How pissed/deceased is he knowing that the Dragonborn couldn't control his conqueror's urges?
4) Is Ulfric alive?
5) Is Miraak alive?
6) How many dragons have evaded being conquered and enslaved by the Dragonborn? How many still follow Paarthurnax's Way Of The Voice? How many Greybeards were killed/has a new generation of Greybeards taken their place? Or are the same ones alive still because hella dragon vocal talents?
7) How do things look in the court of the King Of The Thalmor? Are they still the primary political power of the High Elves?
8) What is the fighters guild's stance on the Emperor?
9) What is the mages guild's stance on the Emperor?
10) Are the Daedra staying out of events and just betting right now? Or are they starting to interfere at the realization that the Dragonborn is in Herma Mora's pocket (assuming that 4 states Miraak is dead and the Dragonborn is Herma Mora's new servant)?

@Chrononaut

A man has a question. Upon completion of a character sheet should it be post in this section or shall it wait to be approved in the actual character section of the thread?

Enathrae Ra'athim [+]

Name

• Enathrae Ra’athim

Birthsign

• Sign of the Shadow

Race

• Dunmer

Appearance

Enathrae Ra’athim possessed features common amongst the Dunmer. Yet, even amongst his own kind he was a stranger. His skin the color of mountains enshrouded in shadow blanketed in a thin layer of snow, smooth without the faintest wisp of facial hair. Slender lips hid the stained teeth that restrained his forked tongue. The nose upon his face suited him perfectly, aquiline and subtle. But Enathrae’s eyes were mesmerizing (his most conspicuous feature) - a staple for those of his heritage yet not seen amongst the Dunmer in centuries. Two pools of liquid amethyst drawing hesitation from those who dare bare fool witness, as if drawn by Hermeaus Mora’s slimy tendril’s down into their depths. His ashen hair was pulled back tightly against his skelp into a single braided tail that barely breached the length of his shoulder blades.

His dress was simple, inconspicuous. The dark colors of his leather garb contrasted well against the powdered appearance his skin naturally took. Soft soled black leather boots kept his feet nimble while on the prowl. Dark leather slacks gripped his legs adequate, avoiding the restrictions of taunt material yet proving not to snag while moving swiftly over terrain. His cloth shirt was similar in design with little of merit to note. The backs of his hands were protected by strange leather gloves, which left the raw flesh of his fingers and palms exposed. The only impressive feature were thin, seemingly pristine sheets of mithril integrated into the material of his clothing to protect certain vital areas (i.e. thighs, abdomen -front and back- , arms -above and below the elbow- yet not fully connected to allow freedom of movement).

Background

• Born of Ebonheart, a young Enathrae was born to the Elenil family line; however, his parents were proud to trace their lineage back to the great house of Ra’athim. This is how he acquired the name.
• He spent his juvenile years in the local mines as was typical amongst his family, learning the trade as well as how to work the material to a respectable manner for his age. It was during this time that Enathrae began to understand the powers of magic for his family made their living transmuting what they could from one less valuable material to something more worthwhile.
• Subsequently, Enathrae traveled to Solstheim where he found service amongst those mages living at Tel Mithryn. Here his service was exchanged for training. This training was ultimately cut short when he was kidnapped by a subsidiary of the Morag Tong. Beginning as a prisoner, he slowly found a way into their good graces. He failed their tests and subsequently was released with his life. Few would be brave enough to betray the guild of assassins and Enathrae was not amongst those men.
• Passing through Skyrim, Enathrae made acquaintances of those at the College of Winterhold and many of the other settlements. He spent many months amongst the Dunmer of Windhelm, loudly murdering those who went out of their way to discriminate against his kind. Beyond the stone walls of the oldest city in Skyrim, the spellsword found employment across the kingdom specifically focusing on Morthal as a centralized location best suited for his habitation.
• As boredom ensued, and his skills progressed through training as well as very real use Enathrae moved south through Falkreath and into Cyrodiil. His journey was very much the same as it had been while exploring Skyrim. He befriended those whom he could exploit for his own gain or were able to train him further. But ultimately his journey ended in Bravil, where he was eventually captured (...enslaved) by the Emperor.

Personality:

Enathrae Ra’athim in the most simplistic terms can be seen as a lawful evil dunmer, methodically takes what he wants within the limits of his code of conduct without regard for whom it hurts. He cares about tradition, loyalty, and order but not about freedom, dignity, or life. He plays by the rules but without mercy or compassion. He is comfortable in a hierarchy and would like to rule, but is willing to serve. He condemns others according to their actions but is not above discrimination against race, religion, homeland, or social rank. He is loath to break laws or promises. This reluctance comes partly from his nature and partly because he depends on order to protect himself from those who oppose him on moral grounds. Enathrae does not enthrall himself with the thought that he is better than the man who goes home and beats his wife or the drunkard who pulls the wench into the alley. He is a cutthroat, plain and simple. A mercenary and assassin for hire where the only rules that matter are those instituted as an establishment of his own code of conduct.

Typical Equipment

• Moderate amount of Septims
• Waterskin
• Trail Rations
• A few Magicka Potions

Why you were left to rot in the Imperial Prison (this will be changed later, when players who join in later get involved)

While visiting the coastal Imperial city of Bravil, Enathrae was employed by an inconspicuous businessman with a particular agenda that required that a certain individual no longer drew breath. It was a task simple enough. Unfortunately, his employer was not the only person who had required the spilt blood of this individual. The other person, Emperor Hafvyg. The Emperor had sent his own thugs to end this person’s life. While the thugs were inferior individually it was their numbers that not only allowed the target to escape with their life but also was lead to Enathrae’s capture and subsequent sentence. He had taken the lives of two men, while the third had exploited his subtle dunmer frame before exploiting the wonderful darkness of a sap to the back of the head. Enathrae had no other choice for above all else, his code required him to be alive.

Skillset

Enathrae is a unique representative of what might be considered a spellsword. His style is all about flexibility, switching between weapons and spells as the situation demands, aggressively creating and exploiting enemy weaknesses. So what makes his situation unique? This dunmer does not carry a single weapon, yet manifests them at will through pure magicka. Given his subtle frame staggering his opponents is most important forcing him to focus on attacking more aggressively with powerful attacks and spells that pack a wallop. While more of a parlor trick, his innate ability to call upon his “Ancestor’s Wrath” often times has proven useful only to escape in grave situations. Perhaps uniquely to a magick user, Enathrae’s focus is on offense exploiting his natural grace and agility to escape harm’s way. Of course, he does balance his one-handed and destruction spells quite well as if either falls behind on its own how could Enathrae rely on either of them when he needs them most. He maintains light armor well and subsequently focuses on such skill sets that allow him to remain agile and protected since he is without shield. Even seemingly rogue fireball can be lifesaving when it comes as an evasive maneuver. While offensive spells are especially important, he has from time to time exploited illusion spells to distract large groups of enemies allowing him to eliminate them on a level playing field. Most importantly, when a situation gets hairy Enathrae will not hesitate to exploit his signs ability to become invisible for a period of time if only to escape harm, which is more likely than trying to gain the advantage.

Floki Haromsen [+]

Name

• Floki Haromsen
• Meyz , "Becoming"
• "The Dragonraider Of The North Sea"

Birthsign

• Sign Of The Serpent

Race

• Nord

Appearance

As far as old Nords go, the seventy-or-so year old is rather unassuming. A long snow-white beard, braided and jutting from under his mask. Thick eyebrows and a large nose decorate a wrinkled, skeletal facade. A certain amount of charisma might have been present in his face were he so decrepit looking. Rather than possessing the eternal placidity of some elderly folk, he has an unending self satisfaction that is only occassionally breached by his battle rage, his night terrors, or his general disgruntlement at an inability solve a new problem. His physical form has degraded over the past thirty years as his voice has grown with strength and his wisdom has been amplified. His arms are long and skinny. His legs are stocky and strong, but whithered.
Background
When the Dragon Crisis began so long ago, Floki was among the few wild, unimperialized denizens of Skyrim. He and his family worshipped Alduin as the Eater of Worlds, and told the stories of yore. He and his siblings, the only remaining kin he had when he came to be thirty, scampered across the countryside practicing their old magics and slaying foreigners to eek out a meager living. No grand banditry, just simple survival in the harsh everwinter.

Through his youth his understanding of the world was shaped by the realities of Skyrim. These realities, he had decided, were three.

• Firstly, Skyrim is cold, as are its people.
• Secondly, Magic brings warmth, and eternal life when used as the ancestors used it.
• Thirdly, the Draugr and their priests are immortal. The cold does not touch them as it touches us. They are the goal.

These three truths were altogether disconnected from Skyrim's reality, save perhaps the first. Floki then was not a grand intelligence, but he had the aptitude to study. So he studied from his mother's notes and became a witch and a corpse tender.

When, during their migrations, they found Bleak Falls Barrow to be empty, they decided that it was an omen from Alduin. The Draugr were dead and the dragon's wall was left untended. So from it they read, studying independently from their wellspring of knowledge.

It was the third month that they realized that they had no way to understand the words beyond the syllables. The words became their battlecry when they flash-froze their foes and they continued their living.

It was at night when they would all think of the futility of the cold. The darkness that it brought them. The force with which they struck their foes was not their guardian. They were temporary, and Skyrim was eternal. As they fell to sleep they, unwittingly, entered a meditatve rage that brought them closer to the words that thrummed in their minds like drums.

It would not be until twenty years later when the battle cry, "Rahgol Vulom Fus," yielded results. Floki's voice carried loudest over his three siblings and the six teenaged children that they had all born at some point or another. The merchant they had been accosting was forced to the ground as he twitched and shuddered. His body contorted in a violent rage, while he sunk into an unknowable horror. A fear of himself. He died quickly, and Floki sung that night in the Dragon's tongue for his siblings and his younger kin.

The pale dragon, ten years later, convinced them of a new life. A life in which one could become something more. Floki took on a new name, and with his siblings became one of the first New Age Dragonpriests.

His dedication to the peaceful path in the Way Of The Voice became pure. His inspiration, however, came from the grand images of the Old Way. Great Dragonpriests worshipped by the living and the dead as vessels for the Dragons. His thirst for power mingled with the peaceful message of the Way Of The Voice.

Over ten years he began building his following. He taught his followers all that he knew, a limited vocabulary. This limited vocabulary, however, was evangelical in a manner. It taught a simplicity, and made life understandable to the people that followed him.

When it came time for him to enact his plan in full, the College Of Winterhold intervened. A Mage's Guild representative was sent to Meyz, and informed him of the legal uncertainty of conspiring to become a Lich. His followers dispersed into the wilderness, prepared to answer his call.
Personality:

Through the difficulties of growing up a young man in Skyrim's wilderness, disconnected from the Imperialized settlements, he has developed a sturdiness. A hardiness of spirit centered around his experiences. He isn't particularly vulnerable to stress or anxiety, though his survival instincts are sharp so he heeds both feelings well. He is a poor problem solver but has an excellent memory and recall that gratifies him when it succeeds and dissapoints him into a rage when it fails him. Floki's view of Elves and Beastfolk is reductionary, and he often finds them lacking after assessment of their personal abilities. It may be said that he holds them to a higher standard based on their race. When he does enter a rage, which he is prone to doing, he tends to do so violently. Breaking things, conjuring and killing a creature, and so forth. The one thing he has avoided doing in a rage, however, is shouting. This is a point of pride for him, and beyond that he has little alternative pride. He sees the Way Of The Voice as a personal code of conduct rather than some government's legal system or law of any kind, and if it were one he would likely reject it. He sees the Dragonpriests of yore as respectable figures and seeks in his life to immitate the legendary men that they were.

Specific Views [+]

Floki doesn't feel strongly about the law.
He has the highest regard for loyalty. He values family greatly.
He thinks friendship is important.
He believes that the acquisition of power over others is the ideal goal in life and worthy of the highest respect.
He does not particularly value the truth.
He greatly respects the shrewd and guileful.
He values eloquence.
He sees life as unfair and doesn't mind it that way.
He doesn't care very much about decorum.
He holds the maintenance of tradition as one of the highest ideals.
He doesn't care about art one way or another.
He values cooperation.
He finds the ideas of independence and freedom somewhat foolish.
He sees introspection to be a waste of time.
He doesn't particularly value self-control.
He values tranquility and a peaceful day.
He values a harmonious existence.
He doesn't really value merrymaking.
He has a great deal of respect for worthy craftsmanship.
He respects the development of skills.
He values hard work.
He finds sacrifice to be the height of folly.
He views competition as a crucial driving force in the world.
He believes that perseverance is one of the greatest qualities somebody can have.
He finds leisure time wasteful.
He is somewhat put off by trade and commerce.
He doesn't care one way or the other about romance.
He has a deep dislike of the natural world.
He believes that peace is always preferable to war.
He views the pursuit of knowledge as deeply important.

Typical Equipment

• Thick furs and thick linens make up the primary weather-defensive aspects of his clothing. One might even suspect him a broad, strong old man. This is an illusion maintained by his clothing, which he has further enchanted to defend against the cold and against getting wet.
• An old, oak staff made in the style of the old Dragonpriests. When activated its enchantment casts a directed ray of Dinsintigrate Armor, and a large goute of magically enhanced Coldharbour Coldfire.
• A boning knife, constructed with ebony and dragon bone. It is about seven inches long, and was made long before the Dragon Crisis by one of Floki's ancestors. He has enchanted it in recent years, so that when activated it creates a Bound Spear.
• His mask and shawl are the key elements of his gearset. The greatest number and strength of enchantments are found here. His mask, constructed from the same stone that the ancient Nord ruins dotting Skyrim are carved from, is the actual vessel for the enchantments. The shawl simply acts to cover his neck, shoulders, and the back of his head while counterbalancing the weight of the mask and creating for him an imposing form.
  
  • Levitate
  • Circle Of Command Undead
  • "Massive" Fortify Magicka

Why you were left to rot in the Imperial Prison (this will be changed later, when players who join in later get involved)

Upon his arrival at the Imperial city with his mage's guild traveling companion, he was indeed arrested for conspiring to become a Lich. Among his charges was intent to raise a rebellion, intent to reject the Emperor as Talos reborn, and a plethura of other magical, religious, and military legal codes. Despite his movement being small, the ability of him and his followers to shout made them a legitimate threat. City-destroying threats, under the wrong circumstances. So their leader was removed from the equation. The cult, expectedly, dissolved to the shadows.

Skillset

Meyz is a mockery of a Dragonpriest, but a rather firm mockery of them. He maintains a robust magical toolkit, with several Words Of Power commited to usability. It would be accurate to call him a conjurer, but that is a small-scale view of his abilities. Most of his spells are common, though his family does have a few calling-card Alteration and Destruction spells. In his age his strength has faded, and so too has his agility. He plans for them to return with his Lichdom, but that endeavor has been put on hold due to his acquisition by the Empire. By nature of his upbringing, enchanting and alteration are also rather key magics for the man.

Spells:

• Levitate
• "Massive" Burden
• "Greater" Absorb Strength
• Absorb Health
• Detect Enchantment
• Conjure Lesser Atronachs
• Conjure Greater Atronach
• Conjure Massive Atronach
• Light
• "Greater" Chameleon
• "Greater" Charm
• Blind
• Soultrap
• Conjure Restless Draugr
• Conjure Draugr Wight
• Conjure Hulking Draugr
• Command Humanoid
• Command Undead
• Telekinesis

Words Of Power:

• Guardian - Vahlok
• Eternal - Unslaad
• Force - Fus
• Rage - Rahgol
• Darkness - Vulom
• Becoming - Meyz

@Chrononaut

Where would you prefer our opening statements take place? Typically, most threads IC start with a post from the creator setting the mood and indicating where the player characters gather and begin on their adventure. Perhaps you would be so kind as to shed some like on the subject?