[OOC] Skyrim: The secret of Thu'um

[Red Wizard]

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Cast and Crew
Geoffrey Silt - Ji’sien Amir
Golem - Ulemi
Nortrom - Timoster Selond
Mr_pink - Maemion
Rune_Alchemist - Surani Meliane
Saarebas - Tandagh gro-Orsinium
Blackwolf - Jorn Red-Fang
rocketrobie2 - Skeves
Ostarion - Tarak Buluphont

Our story takes place in Skyrim during the stormcloak rebellion of 4E 201. The stormcloaks managed to take Whiterun during the siege of the city, but at great cost, causing the struggle to enter a stalemate.

Meanwhile, both Alduin and the dragonborn have disappeared, the rumor being that they killed each other while battling in Sovngarde. There are still many dragons about though, and large forces of draugr are reported to be amassing at some of the larger barrows throughout the land.

Since neither hero, stormcloaks nor legion has done anything about the rising threat, a few individuals have taken it upon themselves to shoulder the burden. They are adventurers from all around Skyrim come together for one reason only: to stop the dragons.

Our journey begins at the foot of the seven thousand steps to High Hrothgar, the temple of the Greybeards. The heroes have decided to seek out the advice of the old scholars since they know more than most about the Thu’um, the greatest weapon of the dragons.

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In this game we will play as heroes in an alternative Tamriel, where the dragonborn never returned from Sovngarde to save Skyrim. Your character will be part of a group of extraordinary people and will travel the width and breadth of the land in search of a way to stop the dragon menace once and for all. Together we will explore new places and learn old secrets in the mysterious land of the Nords.

Your hero will be a powerful person capable of awesome feats, but it won’t be godlike. The heroes are going to need to work together to succeed in their mission, as an attempt at soloing the dragon threat would only buy you an early death.

Below is the character sheet you need to fill out before you can begin playing. Submit the character in the thread and wait for acceptance before posting in the IC.

While I enjoy well-written characters with depth, you don’t have to write a novel about yours. A few paragraphs about each subject in the sheet will suffice.

Character Sheet
Name: (Character name and nickname, if any)
Race: (Character race)
Gender: (Female/Male)
Age: (Character age)
Appearance: (description required, + for Skyrim pic!)
Personality: (What floats your characters boat? What grinds its gears? What’s it like in social or stressed situations?)
Background: (Where was your character born? How was it raised? How and from whom did it learn its skills? What did it do before the war and the dragon crisis? What has it been doing since? Does your character have any family or friends in Skyrim? Be creative!)

Skills
In order to measure your characters strengths, we will use the skills of Skyrim in a metaphorical sense. On novice level your character knows how to perform the skill but isn’t very good at it. On apprentice level your character has basic knowledge and knows one or two tricks. On adept level your character is skilled and knows how to handle itself even in difficult situations. On expert level your character is better than most and knows of many useful maneuvers and tricks. On master level your character knows pretty much all there is to the skill and ranks as one of the best people in the land at it.

You may choose one expert skill, two adept skills and three apprentice skills. Additional high level skills can be bought by selling skills at lower levels (which will be degraded to novice level). To buy an adept level skill, you must sell two apprentice level skills. To buy an expert level skill, you must sell two adept level skills. To buy a master level skill, you must sell two expert level skills. Novice level skills can’t be sold. An example: In order to buy a master level skill, you must first buy an additional expert level skill by selling two adept level skills, and then sell the expert level skills. You will then have one master level skill and three apprentice level skills instead of the normal setup.

List of skills
Alchemy
Alteration
Archery
Block
Conjuration
Destruction
Enchanting
Heavy Armor
Illusion
Light Armor
Lockpicking
One Handed
Pickpocket
Restoration
Smithing
Sneak
Speech
Two handed

Vampirism and Lycanthropy
Your character can be a werewolf or a vampire. Know that while they are stronger in some situations, both these afflictions have serious downsides.

Vampires don’t need food or sleep, can’t get infected by diseases and can’t die of old age. They are also slightly stronger and more agile than mortals. Their wounds will only heal if they drink the blood of humanoids, and their skin will start to roast and eventually burn if caught in direct sunlight.

Werewolves can transform themselves into large humanoid wolves if they want to. While in beast shape the werewolves are immensely strong and tough, but the transformation ends as soon as their blood frenzy fades. When the transformation ends the werewolf must rest for a couple of hours because of the physical strain. Werewolves are allergic to silver and will get sick by merely touching it.

Being discovered as either vampire or werewolf is extremely dangerous as both are considered as plagues by normal people, who will try to destroy them if they believe they can.

Equipment
Your characters may have any kind of equipment you want, within reason. Forget the expensive and rare materials. Don’t even mention artifacts. Common stuff like iron, steel, leather, fur, and maybe even elven or dwarven gear is acceptable. The higher level stuff will have to be earned in the course of the game.

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With all that said and done, your character is ready and awaiting acceptance!

I’ll answer questions and comments to the best of my ability.

Looking forward to playing with you!

[Spoo]

[Reserving for CS]

I'm looking forward to starting!

[Geoffrey Silt]

Name: Ji'sien Amir
Race: Khajiit
Gender:Male
Age: 17
Appearance: Average size, and very skinny compared to others. His fur is a deep brown, but he has a white x of fur on his chest, his hands and feet are both orange.(Can't provide pic, 1. Because on mobile it nears impossible 2. I want to have a unique character fit to me and only me) They wear leather armor, minus the helmet, his ears stick out to much for him to wear a helmet.
Personality: Very enthusiastic about even the slightest thing, a good listener and very nice, but to gain his trust takes much work.
Backstory: Whether it was ñot doing what he was told or breaking into an Inn and stealing all the fancy cups he was ALWAYS in trouble, though he was good in schoolings but never really trained as a warrior. After a while he had aged to fifteen and broke into the tavern every so often for some extra gold to get his family by having to often walk long distances from his families shack. At seventeen the dragonborn arrived to stop the dragon problem, but suddenly the Dragonborn dissapeared and his family were killed when a dragon ravaged the town. He now wishes to do away with the dragon threat!

Skills:
Adept Sneak
Adept LockPick
Apprentice. Pickpocket
Apprentice Archery.

Equipment: Leather armor, minus a helmet. 5 lockpicks, 10 arrows, a bow, and finally, a small thread, with his parents wedding rings on it.

An extremely weak character! Not built to battle dragons, but instead driven by the death of his parents, rather then because they are bad and need to die.

[Red Wizard]

Name: Ulemi
Race: Dunmer
Gender: Female
Age: 63

Appearance:

Picture

While being muscular and tough, Ulemi is a bit shorter than the average Dunmer. Her body is wiry and hasn’t got many feminine features. She has grey skin and red eyes like the rest of her kind, and her hair, which she keeps short, is black as coal. Her body is covered in tattoos of the old Morrowindian fashion, her favorite one being the moon-and-star of Azura on the left side of her chest, right above the heart. Covering equally much of her body are the scars she has acquired throughout her life, mementos of battles won and lost. Ever being the icon of a proud Dunmer, Ulemi carries herself with a straight back and her chin held high.

When not in her armor, Ulemi prefers to dress as simply as possible. She wears unembroidered linen clothes while indoors and puts on a fur jacket, boots and gloves while outdoors to protect her from the cold. Jewelry is out of the question; her tattoos and scars are decoration enough to her.

Personality: Ulemi is a typical introvert. She is generally quiet and keeps to herself unless others confront her, and even then she limits social interaction to a minimum. Crowds of people exhaust her, and she has never understood the importance of small talk. The silence and tranquility of Skyrim suits her perfectly, although she in controversial in that she loves the chaos and intensity of combat. Ulemi respects people who are serious and honorable, while despising those who lie and cheat. People who try to defuse situations with jokes really grind her gears. The strict old fashioned upbringing her mother gave her can be seriously disadvantageous to her in social situations as it often leads to her saying or doing things that upset people around her. In stressed situations like combat she keeps her head clear and focuses on the task at hand. She has never been a team player and functions best on her own, always trying to be self-sufficient and independent of others.

Sometime in her youth while reading about her homeland and its history, Ulemi somehow got the idea that she was a descendent of the Nerevarine, the great Dunmer hero of legend. Because of this she believes she has a greater responsibility and destiny than most and acts accordingly. Carrying such a burden on her shoulders have rendered her tired and sometimes depressed as she believes she isn’t doing enough to do justice to her impressive lineage.

One of Ulemis most favorite pastimes is singing. She grew up with stories of the former glory of her people and likes to sing of them once in a while. This is very embarrassing to her though, as she thinks her voice isn’t good enough, so she only ever sings when she thinks no one can hear her.

Ulemi can be very disdainful toward Khajiit and Argonians. She was told from a very early age that both those species were below her and can’t quite look past that even though she sees the flaw in this reasoning every day. She is especially rude to Argonians as she blames them for the fall of her people due to their invasion of the old homeland.

Background: As most Dunmer native to Skyrim, Ulemi was born in the Grey quarter in the city of Windhelm. She was raised by her mother and never knew her father, who her mother never spoke of. The times being what they were at the time with the racism of the Nords under the rule of the “Bear of Eastmarch”, it wasn’t easy growing up as a proud dark elf. Ulemi got beat up a lot by older, stronger kids and was always involved in trouble of some kind. Her mother never scolded her for this, however, but rather urged her daughter on telling her to always stand up for herself against those who would try to oppress her.

Having been a master-at-arms for House Redoran in the old homeland, Ulemis mother taught her daughter well in the ways of Dunmer combat. Her childhood and young adult years mostly consisted of training, sparring and brawling, forging her into the warrior she would one day become. The training was rigorous and very hard, and whenever she failed to live up to her mother’s expectations Ulemi was beat severely and forced to perform some demeaning kind of labor as punishment. She was also taught about the former glory of her people not only by her mother but by the Dunmer community of Windhelm as a whole, instilling in her an inner fire to make it so once more. Her favorite stories were those of the Nerevarine, mightiest of all warriors, who single handedly defeated the dreaded warlock Dagoth Ur and his minions and cast down the three false gods of the Temple. At some point Ulemi for some reason started to suspect that the reason for her mother being so secretive about her father was that he actually was the Nerevarine, and that her mother wouldn’t speak of this because of the shameful position they were currently in. Ulemi never confronted her mother with this, and thus the idea grew and festered in her head until it became an irrevocable fact. Why else was she being taught of the greatness of her people when they currently were no more than rats in the gutters of the Nords? Why had her mother trained her so fiercely in the art of war if not to prepare her for her destiny? It was all crystal clear to Ulemi: she was the One.

At the age of thirty Ulemi was fed up with living in poverty and disgrace and signed up with a band of mercenaries headed out of Eastmarch. It was high time she saw more of the world and learned to take care of herself. The following years were hard and put Ulemi in many dangerous situations, some of which she barely escaped from with her life intact. The already hardened young Dunmer became a veteran warrior of more than a hundred fights and got the scars to prove it. The money she earned was always sent to her brethren in the Grey quarter as she never had any need for it herself. She rose to the position of second-in-command, and eventually became the leader of the band when her predecessor died of old age.

Then began the war, and soon after that, the dragon crisis. Ulemi quickly realized the threat of the dragons and returned home to Windhelm to protect her kin. Her mercenary company, renown throughout Skyrim, was employed in the service of the city and sent out to defend the outlying regions. During this time her mother caught a sudden fever and died in her sleep while Ulemi was out in the wilderness near Ivarstead tracking the movements of a dragon that had been harassing travelers on the road to the east. When she learned what had happened she immediately left the company and returned home for the funeral. Bad news seldom comes alone, however, and Ulemi got word that in her absence her company had been attacked and destroyed by the dragon they had been tracking. Having been deprived of both family and friends, Ulemi took to the bottle and spent some time in her old home.

One night she had a vision. Azura came to her in her sleep and scolded her for her weakness. She spoke of the virtues of the Dunmer and of Ulemis great responsibility and destiny. She could not waste her days like this. She had to make a difference. As the last descendant of the Nerevarine, she had to right this wrong. Ulemi awoke the following morning with a fire burning in her heart. She would gather a new band of heroes from all across the land, and together they would bring down the plague of the dragons. She started spreading the rumor that an expedition to High Hrothgar was being planned, and that all able and brave men and women should join up. One by one they came until one day the lot of them stood at the foot of the great mountain, ready to begin climbing the seven thousand steps to learn of the Voice from the Greybeards.

Skills
Master One Handed
Adept Block
Apprentice Light Armor

Equipment
- One steel longsword in the Morrowindian fashion.
- One banded iron roundshield.
- Boiled leather armor with fur lining against the cold.
- Clothes, both for indoors and outdoors.
- A backpack with travelling gear, a blanket and a small rolled up tent.

[Geoffrey Silt]

Am I accepted or?

[Galatea_Dreamer]

Character Sheet
Name: Bjornwulf Doom-Bringer
Race: Nord
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance: He has close-cut, sandy blonde hair and blue-gray eyes. He stand at 6'1", and weighs around 225 lbs. He has broad shoulders, and is largely muscle.
Personality: He is a quiet, though friendly sort of guy. His real love is his smithing, not training or fighting. He is fiercely devoted to his chosen god, Zenithar. That being said, he is also staunchly loyal to his friends and companions. He really is not one to get involved being cautious and thoughtful by nature. Overly rash, reckless people bother him. He thinks that such behavior leads to unnecessary collateral damage.
Background: He was born in Dragonsbridge, but left it early on in childhood. He was raised by a smith in Markarth he was apprenticed to once his family discovered his love for metal working. His mother, father and sister live there still. He visits as often as he can. After the death of his master, he took up with a band of mercenaries who prized his smithing abilities. Some time after the dragon crises began, he left the band when the old leader stepped down and the young man who took over began to be more into being a raiding band.

Skills:
Block- Apprentice
Enchanting- Apprentice
Heavy Armor- Adept
One Handed- Adept
Smithing- Expert
Lockpicking- Apprentice

Equipment
He prefers steel. Steel armor, steel shin boots, steel helmet, and steel Nordic gauntlets. Steel sword and shield. Carries a set of clothes and a pair of boots. A traveler's bag and assorted gear. Zenithar Amulet.

[Owlriel]

Name: Railen
Race: Argonin
Gender: Female
Age: 26
Appearance: Railen has a dark blue throat, and stomach, and cream colored ears. The rest of his body his a dark grey color, and ice blue eyes he has scars along his arms, and back all of which are bitter memories of his time in Bravil. His head has several long horns with two longer dragon like horn towards the back of the top of his head which go straight back, and curve slightly at the tips, in between the horns is a thick plumage of dark blue feathers. Which that stick up, and out when heavily angered. On his eyebrows are tiny pointed horns, He has well manicured nails as he has a habbit to self groom when waiting for long periods. He has three black marks on his face two go up from his chin going over his eyes, but stopping at his eyebrows, and one rounded marking in between them that looks like a cats pupil.

Pic

Art by Bakura-sama

Class: Dark knight
Occupation: Railen is an exicutioner for the dark brotherhood.

Personality: He tends to keep quite most of the time. Though once enough ale has been pumped into him it's hard to get him to shut up. Strangely enough he finds little pleasure in killing the innocent, but will accept the contracts given him. No matter how much it may conflict with his feelings on the subject, he makes up for it by helping those he can.

Background:

Long history

Railen grew up an orphan on the streets of Bravil, a city where even the most wealthy live in poverty. The houses were dirty, and crime ran rampant through the streets. He'd lived his life as a simple thief it wasn't easy, but it was his life. It wasn't so bad as he wasn't alone he had his friends, which to him was his family. However, their was one that he often had his eye on, a Khajiit by the name of Atrri. Her fur was as black as coal, and as smooth as silk. One day after a big score of a thousand septims, the group Celebrated with a fair sized cake stolen from the local bakery. as it was Railen's fourteenth year of life, their was a candle atop it accompanied by singing. He'd left the house to get some water from the well across the bridge, as they'd run out of refreshment.
When he returned their was nothing waiting for him, but blood. It stained the floors, and walls it was as if an animal had torn them apart. Their throats, and or stomach's cut open he was shaking. Railen could barely breath, but he knew the other pungent smell in the air. That oh so unmistakable stench of Skooma fists began to shak in his rage. Seeing Atrri laying before his feet her hands on her sword. He knelt down taking it from her, as he slowly shut her eyes. He stayed only long enough to say a parting prayer, before sheathing his sword. He stood, and looked out at his home one last time. Before shutting the door behind him, he wanted blood and he'd kill anyone that got in his way.

It was raining heavily the mud covering his boots, as he walked up the steps of the Skooma den. There was only one person inside his eyes narrowing down at the disheveled dark elf. His grip tightening on his sword he was too high on Skooma to even know Railen even existed. It only served to anger the young argonian even further. He slammed the dark elfs head into a wall. Making sure to get the damn creatures attention. The dark elf howled out in pain as they looked at Railen. Beginning to spout nonsense, and mercy.
"Did my friends get your mercy," Railen shouted.
He slammed the dark elf's head once more, he felt a satisfying crunch as he snapped his lower jaw. Yet still the bastard kept murmuring gargling on their own blood.
"Shut up! You don't get to talk," He roared, slamming the elfs head into the wall.
Railen kept beating on the elf gaining a great deal of pleasure from the elfs suffering. Till suddenly the room was silent, and the Dunmer's face was nothing, but a caved in mess. His eyes growing wide as he looked at his hands the blood covering them. He wanted to run out of there, but knew better then that. Stealing was one thing in Bravil, but murder was something that wasn't tolerated by any means. He snuck out the back as quick as could be, soon finding himself running after he was far enough away. He ran to the water jumping into it where the gorge wasn't so deep. He stayed there silently as he watched the blood come off his hands. Though that didn't make the memory of his friends go away, of the horrible deaths over a few meager septims. He stayed in the water till it was late the next day, he'd made sure no one saw him, sticking to the shadows; Where he felt most at home. He soon walked to the shore to be met by an odd laughing man.
"Who are you," Railen asked in confusion.
"I am Cicero mmmm yes you'll do great! I welcom you into a new family. Night mother saw! She saw your most stupendous act," he sang with a cackle, and a clap.
Railen's eyes widened he brandished his sword against Cicero only to be sent spining back into the water with a splash. He surfaced spluttering he hadn't even seen the clown move, yet the pain in his chest told him he had been struck.
"How? How did you do that," Railen asked.
Cicero offered his hand to Railen smiling, he shook it at him in a beckoning manner. As if to tell him to follow him, and find out. Railen smirked, and took Cicero's hand willingly following this clown wherever he went. Becoming a fellow protector of the night mother's coffin, even when they came to Skyrim he never left Cicero's side. He was well aware of the little mans insanity. But, he the man taught Railen everything he knows about killing.

When they met up with Skyrim's sect he was quick to make friends with the leader, by doing exactly as she told him. But, the dragons made life difficult it was during one of his missions, that he discovered how truly evil these monsters were. They had burnt a small defensless village that he'd been staying for the night. He'd helped he could, but it was just too much most of the villagers had died from the smoke inhilattion. The monster killed without thought, it didn't care who it killed it was a mindless monster. He shook his hands balled into fists of anger. As the memories of his family in Bravil swarmed his mind, he heard the roar of the dragon. He swore then, and there that he'd stop these monster where the dragonborn had so clerely failed.

Shortened History

Railen once lived in Cyrodill in the small dirty city of Bravil, he was orphaned by the age of eight. He lived with a small group of thieves, that had knit themselves into a tight family. He loved one of them more then the others a Khajiit by the name of Atrri. On the day of his fourteenth birthday he was once again orphaned by a dunmer drug addict. Railen sought his revenge with Atrii's sword, but instead of slashing into the Dunmer he bashed their brains in with his bare hands. As the Dunmer had begged for mercy, something that had been denied to his family. After the task was done he was put into shock, and sought the safety of the water, and shadows. Where he let the water cleanse him, after he came out the jester Cicero was waiting for him on the shore. He was offered a new family in the Dark Brotherhood, after a small scuffle where Railen got his butt kicked. He joined Cicero protecting him, and the night mother. When they traveled to Skyrim Railen was quick to make friends with those in the sanctuary. It was during one of his missions that he laid witness to the destructie force of dragons. They killed indiscriminetly, remembering his family that he'd had in Bravil he swore to end them all.

Skills
Adept One Handed
apprentice Restoration
Expert sneak
Apprentice Heavy armor
Adept lockpick
Apprentice Archery

Equipment
set of steel armor minus helmet, one dwarven dagger, one steel sword, an iron sword heavily polished and unused, ten lesser mana potions, two lesser health potions.

[Red Wizard]

Geoffrey Silt and Galatea_Dreamer are both accepted!

[Nortrom]

Name: Timoster Selond "Battle-priest"
Race: Breton
Gender: Male
Age: 38

Appearance: Bald, tall and muscular, Timoster looks more like a white-skinned Orc than a Breton. His armored robe would make him look like a healer if it wasn't for his clearly visible sword and the small, nicely crafted wands. Timoster's appearance is enough to scare a beast or terrify even the most talented necromancer.

Personality: If there is something that makes Timoster not look like a Breton is his personality. Unlike many of his peers and childhood friends, he is a Wizard who doesn't spend all of his time boasting at how fast he can burn a forest or freeze a horse. As a healer, he is naturally benevolent and fights for the good of all people, including himself. He isn't suicidal but isn't afraid to give his life for the greater good either. He is confident and overly optimist, even if the direst of situations. As a magician who takes his profession seriously, he is very logical and puts logic above his emotions.

Background: Unlike most healers who are content with healing the wounded and curing the diseased, Timoster wanted to become something greater and have a bigger impact on the world. Born in High Rock, he was expected to become a terrifying wizard and he was on par with some of the most talented kids at that time. Timoster didn't want to become a wizard, though. He believed that restoration is the most important school of magic and decided to dedicate all of his time and talent to that area. He aspired to become a Paladin, a mighty warrior who has equally mastered the sword and healing.

At the age of 20, he left his hometown to explore the world, just like many other Breton magicians. Despite his limited knowledge of survival, he managed to see most of the northern part of the world and reached Skyrim at the age of 25. He initially visited the college of Winterhold to further improve his skills in restoration and Illusion and stayed there for five years. Meanwhile, he built a reputation as an undead slayer, as he helped the Whiterun's army clear out many dungeons and haunted forests. He gradually made a fortune and decided to settle in Whiterun. During the civil war, Timoster abandoned Whiterun, as he was afraid of his life. He had refused to pick a side in the war and was repeatedly threatened for doing so. He briefly returned to Winterhold, where he learned about a group of adventurers who hunted dragons.

Skills:

Restoration - Expert

Enchanting - Adept
One-handed - Adept
Illusion - Adept

Light armor - Apprentice

Class: Battle-priest. A healer with some fighting skills.

Equipment

* A polished short sword. It replaced an old enchanted sword that was broken by a Lich. Timoster is looking forward to enchant it to match the power of the old sword.
* A set of light armor, enchanted to protect it's user from fire and ice damage. It resembles a magician's robe.
* A small white staff of magelight. It can summon up to 10 vibrant , white lights.
* A small brown staff of ice spike. It can create up to 3 spikes.
* A worn, very rare "Counterspell" scroll. It can interrupt the target if they cast a spell and will remove a big portion of their magicka.
* Two potent healing potions, one extreme magicka potion.

[Red Wizard]

@Nortrom: Looking good!

[Mr_pink]

Name: Maemion

Race: Argonian (Raised by Bosmer)

Age: 25

Appearance: Maemion is short and stands at 5 foot 5. Horns portrude from the sides of his head and curl around to point forward. A few others jut out from his jaw much alike most other argonians. His scales are more yellow tinted than anything else and provide a sort of sand like look to his scales. He is thinner than he is fat. So much that he is slightly thinner than normal and often gets insulted or gets the common suggestion that he should 'eat more' quite regularly.

Not exactly a skyrim picture but I based his appearance from this

Personality: Maemion is a spunky and enthusiastic young author. He is eager to make friends and find out the backstory of practically anyone, be them beggar or royal to see if they can incorporate even the smallest bit of them into his writing. Especially now that he is writing about his adventures. Especially now that he is in a land so foreign as Skyrim to him. He is generally well-spoken and has been taught to speak without the natural lisp that comes with his race, but every now and again when he's excited he will ll let the occasional 'ssss' seep out. He doesn't naturally hate anyone, and believes that all races are equal. He doesn't even mind people who hate him, and strives to convince them that they are wrong about him.

While Maemion can seem a bit over-enthusiastic at times, he does know when to quiet down and when he may be becoming annoying. He also knows when to start being serious and when to put his writing aside for greater matters. He is usually calm and concentrated during battle and focuses more on where his arrows will hit rather than how many actually hit. Although calm in general scuffles, if he were to go up against some sort of troll or other beast much stronger than him, he may let his scaredness slip. He dislikes killing even a wolf and would prefer to talk things through rather than resort to violence. That being said, he won't hesitate to stick an arrow in the nearest bandits skull if he has reason to.

Equipment:
-Steel Bow
-Multiple Iron and steel arrows
-His armour is essentially clothing over light hide armour
-A Satchel
-Multiple novels
-Multiple quill's
-Multiple ink replacements
-3 empty books
-A few random bits of scrap and flowers he has picked up

Class: Archer

Occupation: Writer/Documentist/Novelist: Since he was legally able to get a book published(Let's just say 18)

Brief History:

"Brief History"

Maemion was born to two travelling Argonian merchants. Overall his young life was what you would expect from an Argonian trader. His parents loved him and sometimes 'used' him to mae others buy things through his cuteness as a baby. He wouldn't have minded if he had known, in fact he would have probably endorsed it if he had known when he was older. Unfortunately he never got to know, after an incident that happened when he was around 5. While Maemion and his family where travelling through Valenwood they were ambushed by bandits. Maemion's father was not one to just give up valuable trade items and gold and prepared to fight the bandits. The bandits got the upperhand however, and slaughtered Maemion's parents while Maemion hid. Shortly after the slaughtering, the bandits were discovered raiding the supplies by Maemion's adoptive Bosmer father, Endras. Endras felt a great deal of sympathy for Maemion and brought him back to his and his wife, Maith's home, along with some of Maemion's parents trading goods and belongings. The belongings were brought mostly so that when it finally clicked to Maemion that he was a lot different from everyone around him, Endras could tell him what happened to his parents.

Maemion left Valenwood at 22 and has travelled around for a while. He iand ended up in Skyrim by chance while writing his newest book.

"Longer History"

Maemion's father was little more than a farm boy for much of his teen years. He had spent his time doing other jobs for various merchants or shopkeepers every now and then but, his boundary hardly ever stretched passed manual labour. However, Maemion's mother was the daughter of a wealthy duke and duchess. Maemion's mother was rebellious and strongly willed during her young adult and teen years, and often cursed the fact that she was to become a duchess at some point. She would have much rather become some sort of trader or part of the common folk. Anyone would think this notion was ridiculous, to be a manual worker instead of a wealthy noble? Ludicrous. But along with the money that came from being a duchess, loneliness followed soon after. Maemion's mother was often afraid that she would become alike her own mother, who had little more than her father to talk to. She began escaping at night to go and explore the city and possibly find a way to disguise herself and escape. This is where she met Maemion's father. Maemion's father could hardly tell that Maemion's mother was a noble because of how dark it was and they soon struck up a conversation. Soon enough, they began meeting every night and eventually arranged to be married. Maemion's mother decided it was time to tell her parents. She had matured in the time it had taken her to bond with Maemion's father. Her mother was a bit skeptic at first, but opened up to Maemion's father after he charmed her with his personality. For a stable boy, he knew his way around words. Her father was a little harder to charm though. He made Maemion's father do quite a lot to gain his blessing of marriage, form displaying his intelligence to having to fight a wolf in an arena. Eventually he warmed up to Maemion's father enough to actually be proud of his daughter marrying him. Maemion's mother's parents paid for the whole thing and even gave them both a starting salary and a few objects to sell after their shared dream of being travelling merchants was realized.

Travelling and trading went fine for 5 years. Maemion's parents were happy and got along with generally everyone. Pregnancy threw a cog in their gears though. At first they thought that they would have to stop trading for a while and either shack up in an inn or stay with Maemion's mother's parents. The second option was out of the question because of Maemion's fathers pride. They considered having some mage or something getting rid of the baby before it was born but couldn't find any that weren't to weird or evil looking that were cheap enough for their budget. During the pregnancy period they argued constantly and put a massive strain on their marriage. Eventually Maemion's mother gave birth to Maemion and life got a lot happier. They discovered that the pregnancy period was survived rather well and they got a tremendous amount of support from both sides of the family who regularly visited the inn they were staying at until Maemion and his mother were fit to travel. This gave both sides of the family more time to bond as they had only met once which was at the marriage. Soon enough, they were back on the road again and just in time too, the economy had became booming just as they were fit to travel again and they began raking in more gold than they ever had. Maemion was fit or a great life, or so everyone thought.

While travelling along some backwater road in Valenwood, Maemion and his parents were ambushed by bandits who demanded the best part of their stock and all of their gold. Maemion's father was a strong, proud Argonian who wouldn't let his and his family's well-being and belongings be stolen by two scrawny little failures who had to resort to thievery to get by. He drew his shortsword and prepared to fight. He managed to wound the two as well, but they eventually overcame him and killed him. They then noticed Maemion's mother. Crude, dirty and evil thoughts came to their small minds. Maemion's mother wouldn't let that ever happen, especially not in front of her child. She drew her dagger with tear filled eyes and attempted to attack one of the bandits before being promptly impaled on a longsword. The bandits shrugged it off like it was nothing and began to loot the caravan and Maemion's parents corpses. Maemion watched on from the tree covered hillside to the west. He was rather close to the bandits, but not close enough for them to hear his whimperings and cryings. Amnesia and the fact that he never wanted anything like this to happen pushed the memory to the farthest part of his mind. He can hardly even remember his parents or that faithful day anymore.

The last thing he can remember is two arrows whizzing by his head and burying themselves into the hearts of the two murderers who stole Maemion's parents from him. Things get a bit fuzzy after that, but he does remember his surrogate father, Endras bringing him home to his surrogate mother, Maith. As Maemion got older he realized that he was different from his parents and his friends. Every now and then he'd see someone like him wander through town and learn more about his race, but usually he just didn't care about what race he was. He was teased because of his race every now and again, but usually never let it bother him. Eventually he did inform his father that he knew he was adopted which led to, Endras explaining what had happened to him. This never made a tear in his relationship with his surrogate mother and father, and he loved them just as much as he would have his real mother and father. Endras taught him how to hunt and how to use a bow, while Maith taught him how to cook and about the finer things in life like books and interior decorating. Suffice to say, he had moved his real parents death so far back into his mind that it caused little to no affect on his psychology.

As time went on, he realized his lifes calling wasn't to be a hunter like his father or an interior decorator like his mother, it was to write. He began writing short stories in his teens which improved in grammar and story as he read more and more books and as he got older. His first book got published when he was 19. It was a hit in Valenwood and was based partly around his father. The story was about a Bosmer hunter who saved people in distress and defeated evil tyrants. Maemion's popularity in Valenwood grew like wildfire and soon spread onto the other regions. He wrote other novels here and there which also got published and began to aspire for something greater. He wanted to go on an adventure of his own, so he could write about his fictional adventures in more detail. He decided he would document his journeys and left home at 22 to start his documentation. He left his mother and father teary-eyed but promised to send them letters as much as he could, and he does. He has made his way throughout almost all the provinces he can get to on foot and has made his way to Skyrim where he met the adventuring party he travels with now.

Skills:
Archery - Master
Speech - Adept
Sneak - Apprentice

Other:

[Red Wizard]

@Nortrom & Mr_pink: Accepted!

[Mr_pink]

Great! I'm sure our characters will get along just fine. Yours already hating mine from the start and mine accidentally annoying her in the process of trying to get her to befriend him haha. Is there some sort of estimate as to when the IC will be up?

[Red Wizard]

In a day or two at most. We've got enough people.

[Mr_pink]

Great, glad it'll be up in time for the weekend, Can't wait to get writing about my character writing about himself writing.

[Spoo]

So a certain psychopathic family member of mine unplugged my computer and made me lose my CS. It's gonna take a bit to retype, but I'll try to finish it tonight.

[Owlriel]

You didn't save it when you knew you had a crazy person running around? Always save what you write!

[Red Wizard]

You should use Word when writing stuff. It saves your work automatically every once in a while.

[Rune_Alchemist]

I think I'll throw my interest in this one. I'll have my CS up shortly~

[Mr_pink]

I usually just copy things when I'm writing them or when I'm about to post so if the site does 404 or something I can just paste it into notepad or word and wait for the site to be back up.