High Casual Skyrim Sandbox Roleplay

[Too Old 4 This]

Where are we on the timeline and can I play an elitist Thalmor scum?

[pizza]

That's fine, I should have the OOC up sometime tonight. Am working on in it. We don't need overly active players, just dedicated ones.

And you can absolutely play an elitist Thalmor scum! Am closing the roleplay to new players at the moment after you, however.

We are exactly where the game itself starts, 4E 201, minus dragons.

[yoyohayli]

I'm planning on my vampire being pretty tame (not super powerful, not out to enslave all of Tamriel, etc) and I'm working on a sketch of him at the moment because it helps me get the feel of a new character.

I just hope I can play him well!

[Too Old 4 This]

Just my 2 cents but I wouldn't close it. In my experience less than 25% of people on the interest check will make it to the actual game.

[Dead Cruiser]

Weighing between my character being a mad yet friendly necromancer, or a centuries-old hedonistic ass-kicker.

[yoyohayli]

Dead Cruiser said
Weighing between my character being a mad yet friendly necromancer, or a centuries-old hedonistic ass-kicker.

Both of those sound like very solid choices! I would like to see either of those portrayed :3

[pizza]

It won't be hard to get more people if some drop out. We're all nerds on the internet here - Skyrim is our religion.

[Tearstone]

I'm probably going to play a sneaky archer/deepwoods sniper type, probably with a little magic thrown in, in either enchanting or alchemy to help with giving arrows more "oomf!" and of course other things to help me out. Might take a little Destruction too, not sure.

[Pyro V]

I'm thinking a Sithis worshiper disguised as a priestess of Mara.

[yoyohayli]

Tearstone said
I'm probably going to play a sneaky archer/deepwoods sniper type, probably with a little magic thrown in, in either enchanting or alchemy to help with giving arrows more "oomf!" and of course other things to help me out. Might take a little Destruction too, not sure.

I was planning my character to also be a sneaky type, but he's more of a thief/assassin who utilizes a dagger more than a bow. Do you think that's different enough from your character? I don't want to cramp your style.

[Dead Cruiser]

Vincent Storm-Born

Name: Vincent Storm-Born

Gender: Male

Age: Approximately 400

Race: Breton/Nord (Vampire)

Height: 5'11''

Appearance: "Even in death, you entertain me."

Alliance: While he cares little for the politics at hand, Vincent realizes the threat that the Thalmor pose on a grand scale, and sees the folly in an independent Skyrim.

Main Skills (6):
Expert: Conjuration, Illusion, Two-Handed
Adept: Alteration, Destruction
Apprentice: Heavy Armor

Armour/Accessories: While it allegedly steals the soul of each of his victims, Vincent's armor is only simple steel of fine quality, intricately engraved and encrusted with rubies.

Weapons: Vincent's primary weapon is Blackfang, an enchanted ebony greatsword of Breton design; the blade is of such ill omen that it does not reflect light. Believed to be empowered by the soul of a cannibalistic necromancer, Blackfang steals the life of its victims with every strike.

Personality: Vincent's centuries of life have given him an easy confidence, though he is often detached from the perspective of mortals. He spends his time following his whims and fancies, even if they prove to be cruel or deadly. Despite his paranoid and sadistic tendencies, Vincent does feel a sense of responsibility toward Tamriel as a whole, and often takes action to support the greater good.

Biography: The son of a Breton noblewoman and a Nord ship-magnate, Vincent spent much of his youth flitting between his mother's villa in Daggerfall and his father's manor in Windhelm. Due to his parents' obligations, he was mostly raised by his maternal grandfather, Edgar Rivoire. A talented mage and esteemed gentleman, Edgar schooled Vincent in the principles of magic and courtesy from a young age. However, Edgar bore a dark secret; for years he had been experimenting with forbidden magic, seeking a means of granting himself immortality. When Vincent was but a young man, Edgar's research came to fruition. In a ritual involving dragon's blood and the petrified remains of an ancient vampire, he turned himself into a true-blooded vampire. Edgar celebrated his success by turning the first of his new lineage: his beloved grandson Vincent.

Though he lived for a time as the dark prince of House Rivoire, Vincent grew bored of the mindless slaughter and debauchery of his fellow vampires. Vincent exiled himself and spent many years traversing Tamriel. Over time he came to grips with the advantages his vampires brought him, and sought to make the most of his immortality. He traveled far and wide, learning and experiencing as much as he could. Wherever he found himself, there was always another adventure just around the corner.

Throughout the end of the Third Era and the beginning of the Fourth, Vincent has deeply involved himself in the machinations of Tamriel, dedicating himself to its preservation. After all, it's Damon difficult to have a good time if there's nowhere to explore.

Moral Weakness/Character Flaw(s): Despite his obvious traits as a cannibal, murderer and necromancer, Vincent also bears numerous other perversions that bring him pleasure, too numerous and often too vile to recount.

Other: The dragon cults of ancient Skyrim have piqued Vincent's interest as of late, and rumor has it that he has been trying to teach himself the Thu'um.

[yoyohayli]

Valruund

Name: Valruund

Gender: Male

Age: 32 in appearance and a fairly young vampire

Race: Vampire Nord

Height: 6’ 1”

Appearance (weird drawing is weird. sorry):


Alliance: Doesn’t care about who’s in power as long as he gets a meal

Main Skills:
Archery - Adept
Light armor - Adept
Sneak - Expert
Pickpocket - Apprentice
Speech - Adept
One-handed - Expert

Armour/Accessories: Armor pictured above with about the same stats as the Thieve’s Guild armor

Weapons: glass sword, glass dagger, Elven bow, steel arrows

Personality: Valruund is a soft-spoken vampire who has a knack for smooth talking his way out of tight squeezes. He likes to appear very personable in order to get what he wants because intimidation only works when the fangs come out (and he would like to keep that under wraps while passing through the towns). Preferring to stay out of a direct confrontation, Valruund would rather take an enemy by surprise and provide a swift death, savoring the blood afterwards. Despite his cautions, Valruund has a quick temper when he doesn’t get what he wants and this has been the cause of frequent...accidents.

Biography: Valruund used to be a common thief, living off the coin he could collect with the help of his brother, Aernar. They would steal from anyone, ranging from sleeping bandits to barmaids to wealthy travellers. Their hopes were to secure a comfortable living for themselves eventually, but the money always seemed to disappear into bottles of ale at the tavern every night. Aernar’s patience with Valruund’s drinking problem was beginning to wane, but Valruund always managed to convince Aernar that he was on the brink of temperance. So the brothers continued to pack up and move every so often in order to find fresh victims to steal from.
During Valruund’s 32nd year of life, he and Aernar were abducted from the camp they had set up on the side of a main travelling road. Bound and blindfolded, the brothers were overpowered and taken to a cave where a small coven of vampires resided. Aernar was killed in the first night, but Valruund was not so lucky. For a fortnight, Valruund was tortured, bled, and fed from while he grew weaker and weaker. When he thought he would finally be allowed to die on the fifteenth night, they threw him out into the river and hoped he would just wither away, but that’s not quite what happened.
The vampires had not been careful; somehow, one of them had gotten a cut. A small one, but enough for the blood to drip into the dying mouth of Valruund a few nights before he was cast out. One day of lying in a near comatose state by the river and Valruund was a vampire by nightfall. The change overwhelmed him at first and, though he was famished, he felt strength coursing through him. His first instinct was to gain revenge against the vampires who had made him suffer and who had killed his brother, but Valruund was not that stupid. Feeding was more important than revenge.

Moral Weakness/Character Flaws:
-Greedy
-Temperamental
-Distrustful
-Disloyal
-Addicted to blood with a high alcohol content

[TheMasterNarrator]

Twitchy Gren said
I'd probably agree with you but I have no idea what a Carnifex is. Tried looking it out and all I found was some band.EDIT: Never mind, I think I found it. Looks pretty terrifying.

Nope. That's not the sort of Carnifex I was referring to. I was talking about this:





And for comparison, that little person in the top left of the first one who he could swallow in one bite is roughly nine feet tall. So he's about the size of a house.

[Dead Cruiser]

CS complete.

[pizza]

Sorry all, I was unexpectedly busy today. The OOC should be up late tonight/early tomorrow morning. I'll look over your CS's asap.

[Twitchy Gren]

And I'll try to get my character sheet up before I go to bed.

WIP

Name: Here's a fancy schmancy name generator if you're feeling lazy. -> Name Generator

Gender:

Age:

Race:

Height: Here's a list of the base heights for all races (estimated).

Altmer (both genders) - 6'8"
Argonian Male - 5'10"
Argonian Female- 5'9"
Bosmer Male - 5'7''
Bosmer Female - 5'8"
Breton Male - 5'9"
Breton Female - 5'4''
Dunmer (both genders) - 5'9"
Imperial (both genders)- 5'10"
Khajiit Male - 5'9"
Khajiit Female - 5'4''
Nord (both genders)- 6'0''
Orc (both genders) - 6'1"1/2
Redguard Male - 5'9"1/2
Redguard Female - 5'9"

As long as you're not claiming to be a 6'5" female Breton, I think we'll be fine.

Appearance:

Alliance: Regarding the Civil War. Stormcloak? Legion? Thalmor? Or do you just not care as long as it doesn't interfere with you?

Main Skills (6): We're going to be using Skyrim's skill chart here. Age and race will have a big part in determining just how skilled your character is. I would like to allow three expert level skills, two adept and one apprentice. A character with a master level skill will require my approval. I mean, why start out at the top? You don't have anywhere to go but down.

It's worth noting that your character does not have to have this exact level of skills - I only use this as an example of the highest I'm willing to allow you to start out with. So your character could just as well be absolutely, comedically terrible at everything.

Armour/Accessories: Please don't go crazy. Daedric armour looks cool and all, but it isn't very fun to roleplay with invincible comrades.

Weapons:

Personality: Minimum of one paragraph. I say this because I honestly prefer to show my character's personality through the roleplay, not an explanation and I know many are the same way.
Biography: Minimum of two paragraphs.

Moral Weakness/Character Flaw(s): Hey, everyone has at least one. Skooma addict? Big spender? Bit of a drunkard? Can't wake up before noon? Spit it out.

Other: Anything I didn't cover you want to add! Is your character totally into worshipping Namira? Have a war dog you'd protect with your life? Etc.

TheMasterNarrator said
Nope. That's not the sort of Carnifex I was referring to. I was talking about this:And for comparison, that little person in the top left of the first one who he could swallow in one bite is roughly nine feet tall. So he's about the size of a house.

Yikes. It reminds me Starship Troopers.

[Pyro V]

Name: Ana Blackclaw

Gender:[/b[ Female

[b]Age: 27

Race: Nord

Height: 5'9

Appearance: Ana is pale, like most of the Nords that live in Skyrim. She has black hair, an oddity among her people, hinting at some heritage from one of the other human races. It hangs down straightly, ending just below her shoulder blades. Her eyes are a blue the color of ice. Her features are slight, her body fairly small in comparison to most other Nords. Even so, she has a decent amount of muscle on her arms and legs, which she credits to the amount of time she spends walking instead of taking carriages.

Alliance: While officially she cares little for the politics of Skyrim, and while she dislikes the Altmer as a whole, Ana would choose to side with the Imperials if she truly had to.

Main Skills (6):
Stealth - Expert
Light Armor - Adept
Speech - Adept
One-Handed - Adept
Illusion - Adept
Restoration - Apprentice

Armour/Accessories: A set of black and red leather armor, one that would be quite iconic if people knew what it meant. For the most part, though, she wears a set of hooded monk robes, with an amulet of Mara laid across her neck in plain view. She also has some bone hawk rings, which she wears on her left hand.

Weapons: A dagger of Nordic make, finely crafted, but otherwise unremarkable.

Personality: At first glance, Ana would look to be the poster girl of what a Priestess of Mara would be like. She appears as a kind and sweet young woman, out for nothing more than to spread love and happiness. However, beneath that glowing exterior is a dark, twisted mind, that none have seen and lived to tell of. Love, happiness, all of that stuff that she preaches in the Holds of Skyrim, she practices none of it, preferring a blade in the back than to forgive and forget, as the loving goddess she claims to serve would like her to do.

Biography: From a young age, Ana was always a bit different from the other kids. Her parents, too, were always a bit odd. The family kept to themselves, for the most part, tending the mill in Riverwood. However, her childhood, on the outside, was fairly normal. She ran and played with the other kids, she did chores around town, and she was a nuisance to the adults. However, on the inside, it was anything from normal. Her parents were both worshipers of Sithis, if not active ones. Whenever they weren't working, they were instilling their beliefs into their only daughter.

She was only eight when the Thalmor came. They had gotten a tip, from who, nobody knows, that there were heretics in little ol' Riverwood. They raided several houses until they finally came to the Darkclaw home. There was a small fight, and two of the four Thalmor fell before the two Nords were slain. Ana nearly killed another, having hidden in the closet with nothing but a kitchen knife. She'd charged out to stab one, but was easily incapacitated. Rather than kill her too (Thalmor may be eccentric and racist, but not stupid), she was sent to the Orphanage in Riften, and sent to the Temple of Mara daily to receive education.

Over the years, she was taught the ways of Mara, and then was essentially forced to learn why Sithis and the Dark Brotherhood were evil. Eventually, the Temple essentially adopted her, and molded her into a perfect little priestess. She helped the poor, administered wedding ceremonies, and even did a pilgrimage across Skyrim to see the standing stones. But, there was always an emptiness inside. It was filled when she came upon an assassination, in the middle of nowhere in the Pale. As the assassin closed in on her, ready to silence the only witness, she raised her hand and muttered, "Hail Sithis."

And so, she became a part of the Family. She didn't do many assassinations herself, as she was caught up in Riften. However, she kept an eye on the Black-Briar's for the Brotherhood, and dealt with anything that needed to be done in the Rift. Whether it was something petty or something important, it was her job to either make note of it, or get rid of the issue before it became a problem, whether for Maven or for Astrid. And all the while, she has had to keep up the sweet little priestess act, even keeping herself a secret from Maven, for fear of being revealed or blackmailed.

Moral Weakness/Character Flaw(s): While she may seem to be generous, she is quite callous, and would just as soon kill a beggar as she would spare them some septims. Not only that, but she is hardly trustworthy, and has a plan ready to kill nearly everybody she's met if it would further either her goals, or the goals of the Brotherhood.

Other: There are rumors of a strange woman in the Ratway, looking for hardy mercenaries to retrieve a lost artifact for her.

[Demonx]

Just wanted to drop in and see if it was THE Pyro posting. Although judging by your character's name, it definately is :P

Pyro <3

[Dead Cruiser]

[Pyro V]

I don't want this to be dead.