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Player Name: I am Yam; Yam I Am

Character Name: Kara Knight-Breaker¹

Race: Nord

Age: 21 (Born 23 Midyear, 4E 200, under the sign of The Steed)

Sex: Female

Physical Description:
A spry young Nord, Kara stands at an impressive 192 centimeters, no doubt assisted by an extra few centimeters of boot support and almost a decade of physical activity. She tends to keep her bellowing, crimson hair held into a high ponytail, from which it on an impressive day may sweep like the mane of a lion. Even a passing glance at her presents the icon of a sprightly figure, eager and impatient to get a move on. Her bombastic demeanor assists this image, forming together an image of fiery youth so befitting unto her.

Like many of the "truer" Nords, Kara is - if one must use euphemism - assumptive in regards to other races of Tamriel. Quick to draw conclusions based on background and affiliation, her first impressions might come across as prejudiced, and it would be naive to insist that she is free of such. While she might be far from supremacist, Kara displays the usual assumptions to come from the perspective of a Nord: Altmer are arrogant and self-righteous, Dunmer are strange and standoffish, Khajiit are dishonest and unreliable, Orcs are austere and joyless - and these all certainly play into her first impressions of most people. These, to the surprise of many who might speak of Kara, are all well broken with time and experience, but like all factors of bias, such inevitably takes time. And besides, she knows from experience that there are few problems that a few bottles of sujamma cannot fix.

Faith:
Kara is a worshiper of the Nine Divines of the Empire: Her fidelity, on the other hand, solely seems to depend on how her week happens to be going. When things are going poorly, she will always be the first to get down on her knees and raise her head towards the heavens, and when the going grows calm, nary a prayer gets passing from her lips. Asking her to pick select her favored god would be akin to a mother being asked of their favored child: All but the most sincere of mothers will have their answer in secret, and declare in public that they cannot choose. Such a view transpires well into Kara's views on religion, for the loss of any of the beloved nine divines would spell the hallmark of demise for the pantheon as a whole, and that simply will not do. Religion to Kara is such a messy affair of gods and demons asides that she has even taken to praying to the unknown, just in hopes that she might not incur the wrath of a deity she finds herself unaware of.

Position: Hastati²

Magic:
Over the years, Kara picked up a parcel of knowledge regarding Restoration and Destruction, but she is a far cry from even an elementary mage. She may perhaps make a few incantations of flame or healing if no other situation might do, but Kara neither has the experience nor the particular interest to classify as a thaumaturgic practitioner by any professional stretch.

Core:
There's something so intoxicatingly romantic about fighting for a lost cause. Both her parents were true Sons and Daughters of Skryim - Stormcloaks to the fullest - and dutifully followed King Ulfric all the way unto the headsman's axe. This, of course, gave her little time for any meaningful interaction with the either of them, nor their tales nor fables for Skyrim's righteous fate - her older brother Vikord, of course, would gladly step up to fill their position, and likewise her head with larger-than-lies of their parents and their cause. The True High King may feast in Sovngarde - Ysmir rest his soul - but the impressionable Kara was led on by the tales spun by her vengeful elder, who so routinely derided the Imperial efforts henceforth as little aside than cheap penitence that at times Kara gave it the same thought as much the day's snowfall.

Her brother had done his best to ensure his younger sister would grow to be a True Nord, one their ancestors might smile upon from the heavens. Though a few years behind fatherhood - and many behind basic responsibility - Kara accordingly spent much of her childhood in Vikord's care, hopping from hold to hold as his constant shenanigans ran the duo into trouble as right as rain. When his contract with guarding or caravaning left and he was left septimless, the guard would become a brigand. Such a lifestyle ran the pair into a ambulatory lifestyle, often living in one hold for a time before having to leave for the next. Kara had met many people in her times as a youth, of course, and never for long. She had many masters - and twice as many parents - and only the voice of her elder brother to guide any of the lessons together, through the vestige of action for Skyrim.

Of course, Vikord inevitably ran out of holds from which to flee too, and rather than incur the wrath unto both of them, had decided he might make better beneath the wings of another - The Thieves' Guild or even the Camonna Tong, he'd last said - than risk the life of her younger sister with his. Before he left, Vikord had entrusted her to the care of a homely family in Shor's Stone, but so fleet and wanderlusting a young lady as Kara could never find herself tied there. Before long, she had departed from the hamlet, determined to so see the world by iron and steel. At thirteen, Kara had largely taken to the service of caravan guards, bounty hunter posses, and other such escapades, from where she would travel all across Skyrim through her years. She had grown particularly adept with the greatsword over the years, as such prowess proved potent as a deterrence factor (Kara even as a youth proved impressively tall) and only as Kara advanced through her life did she continue to live much in the fashion that she had only known from then on, refusing to plant her feet steadily somewhere while she moved from place to place.

Come her twenty-first year, the rapid-fire declarations of the Emperor seemed far too dreamlike to possibly be true. Even more chimerical, so open defiance against the White-Gold Diktat. And again, even so bold as to declare a war of vengeance and honor. It had earned her respect, true - and the outright admonishment of what she had known, even. Well...yes, perhaps the Dragonborn has saved their world thricefold. And yes, perhaps her brother had made himself scarce one too many times. And yes, maybe her brother wasn't a crack guerilla who had picked off Imperials even years after the Battle of Windhelm, and instead was little aside from a boisterous bandit who couldn't hold his brandy. Her feelings on the ideals of the Stormcloaks are tempered - much like an Ebonsmith guides along his ingot as it motions, lest a more firm gesture cause its shatter. Perhaps she might be served right, protecting caravans through these arduous times as Skyrim still yet healed. Demand for it was in no shortage, after all, and she'd certainly have made her right fortune staying right where she was.

But where is the fun to be had in that? Where is the honor? The glory? The pride to lead the righteous march against the greatest tyrants to assail Tamriel? No, the news of the latest declaration would do her too great a wound to forsake, and so too did she impatiently enlist within the ranks of the Legion. Leyawiin. Anvil. Markarth. Windhelm. They will all be avenged. And when her time shall come and she go to Sovngarde, with the last of enemies to be destroyed, in hands and hearts with all the children of Skyrim, they shall be together in Paradise.

Misc.:
<sup>1) Knight-Breaker refers to Kara's title, as she has no Clan Name and Nords typically do not have surnames. She earned the moniker following a fistfight which broke out while she was alongside a caravan in Bruma, in which she had gotten into a scrap with a knight who could hold neither his tongue nor his ale. Three minutes, 40 septims paid to the guards, and 80 septims paid to the local chapel's staff for restoration services later, Kara earned the title.

2) I envisioned Kara on being a two-handed warrior, but given the tactics and implementation of the Imperial Legion, I wasn't sure if her positioning would be closer to a Swiss/German Zweihander to act in formations against infantry and cavalry, or more similar to shock infantry of the Middle Medieval Era. Some clarification on her position in this regard would be appreciated.</sup>

@Yam I Am

Hi, I like the CS, u can move it to the CS tab. If you want to be a two handed warrior the Legion can provide a greatsword or something of the sort; alternatively something more useful like a billhook for dismounting riders and the likes. A user of a two handed weapon would be somewhere in between those two uses you specified in your footnote. In some sense the advancements of armour in TES has lead in the headcanon I'm using to a very late medieval style of warfare, almost pike and shot with the spearmen and crossbowmen. Someone with a great weapon would either provide a counter-charge should the squad of the cohort be charged by the foe, or charge ahead to use their weapon for breaching a salient in an enemy line for their comrades to pour into. However, this is only for """field battles""". Although TESV obviously downscales warfare (the time scale is 1/20, so its also the approximate one I am using for everything else), I like to imagine that our experience of it is at least somewhat authentic in that within the rugged terrain of Skyrim a pitched battle is rare (mostly siege warfare), instead the war is decided by hundreds of smaller Skirmishes which snowball into superior logistics that eventually collapse the foe's war effort. In such, it is of course the individual's skill with their used weapon that matters; how exactly that individual is used is up to the initiative of that individual's immediate leader (in our case, Sergeant Dallio), as well as of that person and their comrades themselves.

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The first post is written. While I wait for the last CSs to come in, here's a few things.

@Fading Memory

equipment

As a mage of the Legion you will be granted Mage's robes. They are far heavier than the standard fare of mages for they are lined with chainmail to stop some strikes and fur to keep out Skyrim's cold. A steel shortsword is provided for self defence whilst a staff of alteration is handed over along with an alliance of lesser soul gems.

@Cazzer1604

equipment

As an auxiliary with little of his own, he is provided some of the grandfathered equipment that the Legion used in Skyrim during its civil war for the Nordic irregulars. A full set of Imperial light armour is provided, along with a hunting bow, a steel sword and shield, and a telescope.

@Auz

Equipment

As a member of the Hastatii Edward is provided with the standard fare for them. A set of Imperial plate armour, a spear, a steel shield, and a sidearm of a short sword. Some quantity of plumbatas would be set aside from the Legion's stockpile for him to use.

@Jeddaven

Equipment

Having come with her own equipment, Tylmaesa will in lieu of it be provided with only elements of an Imperial irregular uniform to use for identification as an auxiliary and a one time additional payment of three hundred gold pieces - an effort the Legion has maintained for recruits regular and auxiliary alike to arrive with their own equipment.

As well, a link to the discord server. Though I have found these to often be "activity-sinks" that hinder actual RP progress to some degree, I have known enough people present to not get bogged down by this to make the benefit of fast communication for plot hooks worth it.

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It would not be a short voyage to Skyrim. The boats boarded were stocky things, full of supplies and men alike and bearing no rowers the sails could only do so much to take its fat frame through the waters of the North, a task made far harder by the permafrost of Northern Skyrim having to be cleared or sailed around. But eventually the Blue Palace could be seen in the distance. Soon the Karth river was entered, the mouth of the waterway decorated with new statues of great Nordic heroes: Ysgramor with the head of a Falmer, Tiber Septim - Talos - bearing the Amulet of Kings, Gormlaith Golden-Hilt with her sword held high, the Dragonborn in all the splendour recent memory could allow.

Though a wondrous sight, there was little chance to see it as most men on the deck focused on watching the Eastern shore for Thalmor lackeys. Though certainly none dared try mount an attack on the vessels, many a probing eye could be seen in the marshes.

The process of disembarkation from the vessels was somewhat strenuous, with a great many crates to be carried, horses to be lead out, and of course a good many papers to fill out from making sure that all troops were presented and accounted for to ensuring that all the auxilia had disembarked from their vessel with no clever bugger hopping off some way mid journey to swim for a rendezvous (or whatever similar journey of spycraft the mind could imagine). It was a time where it paid to be of the lower ranks, for whilst the officers and elites toiled away an enlisted man and conscript alike could do their bust to bundle up and enjoy the view; a more enterprising soldier could sidle off and purchase a bottle of Solitude’s famous spiced wine from a loose vendor.

Eventually the respite ended however. The squads were to move into the marching formation of their cohorts, and thus they climbed the stone trail to the capital of Skyrim. Always the core of support for the Empire, the locals passing by the city cheered for their arrival hoping it would foreshadow a day when no longer were they strangers in their homeland. The words that went unsaid were the thought that before them was the strength for a true, Nordic Skyrim.

The march would be the first time that the Legionnaires would see their Legate, Ingjald, in person. A massive man, it was no secret his ornate armour was inspired by the many statues of Ysgramor across his homeland. Riding upon his horse at the front of the column, he was stopped by a guard that came running out of the gates. A master of the thu’um and su’um alike, there was no difficulty in overhearing his discussion with the guard: the barracks was at full occupancy, even the floors covered in sleeping bags. Ingjald was an intimidating man, but instantly hundreds of soldiers were willing to brave his wrath as they scattered upon hearing that they would have to make alternate arrangements for the day and night.

“Stand! Stand where you are!” The Legate attempted briefly, but seeing the chaos that erupted in his ranks he simply roared “Anyone who is not at the gates in the morning is a deserter who will receive the full penalty of Imperial law for such a transgression!”
Many a man went to simply set up camp near the refugees from the rest of Skyrim along with the wandering merchants and paramilitaries outside the city. Some ran to the large temples to the Divines within the city hoping their faith would convince the clergy to give them respite. Many of the Legionnaires along with some of the auxilia ran to the inns, deciding to spend their first salaries on a last night of comfort before heading towards death. Some with local connections found rest with their family or an empty stable to sleep in.

Of course, these were only the men with foresight. It was only midday, and many a warrior that would take life as it came to them found themselves wandering to places of entertainment. Taverns, guilds they were associates of, the Bard’s College, or embassies of their homelands in the case of some Dunmer, Redguard and Argonians. Day and night was theirs to spend, how they would do it was a choice up to every man.

The squad had been rather near the front of the formation, and thus even the scoundrels among them would not scatter with the first wave of men upon hearing they had to make their own sleeping arrangements. Sergeant Dallio turned to them, doing his best to have a bright smile. “Apologies comrades, I uh... if anybody would like next month’s pay early I can hand it over now. It’s from me, not the Legion so pay it back when you can please.” Dallio would be far better known to the squad than the Legate was. A career soldier and native of Colovia he was a younger than many men of lower rank. He'd have done his best to make a good impression on his squad when they were training playing a more soft counterpart to the rigidness of the drill Sergeants. A man of few words it would nevertheless be a mistake to take this for coldness or unsociability for he would produce a friendly smile to any that meet his gaze.

Behind him, Solitude was different to how many who had been there before might have remembered it. Its streets were far busier, luckier refugees residing within rather than without. Soldiers mingled with the common folk rather than just patrolling it, donning full Imperial armour rather than the gear of Holdguard that once prevailed. The population was primarily Nordic as always, but the proportion of Mer and Beastfolk in the citizenry was now replaced almost entirely by Imperials. Though the war had brought some somberness, there were also some signs of festivity. This was owed to both the changing of seasons and the glorification of war by the Nords. Bards sang songs in Old Nord or even Dovahzul to praise the Dragonborn, competing with the myriad of shouting Priests of the Divines for one's ear. Vigilants of Stendarr walked the streets and harassed those that acted pecuiliarly whilst offering charity to the ailing. In the distance, the Blue Palace remained pristine as ever with decorations padded upon it to celebrate the arrival of the Legion.

The City was now a place of great contrast, flairs of the Empire and Skyrim clashing for dominance in all five sense.

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@josephb@Yam I Am@lilyfluff any update fellas?

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oh, neat, I forgot about birthsigns until I reread those other sheets. Did you want us all to use them? Would you want them to grant their special boons, or just be flavorful? Either way I'm loathe to adjust my sheet for anything, but I might add the flavor of one of them to a misc note depending on my fancy.

@Fading Memory

You can if you want. Its a factor but the smallest of them.

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Tylmaesa Hlaalu

Character Name: Tylmaesa Hlaalu

Race: Dunmer

Age: 77
Sex: Intersex, slightly female-presenting

Physical Description

Although their bluish-grey skin isn’t terribly unusual for a Dunmer, nor are their blood-red sclera, there is little else about Tylmaesa’s appearance that is typical for their species aside from their long, pointed ears.

Towering above most of their kin at an impressive 7’3”, Tylmaesa is, in a word, imposing, and everything about them aside from her hairstyle is cultivated to enhance this. Years upon years of incredibly harsh physical training have sculpted a body that would otherwise be disconcertingly lanky into a brick shithouse of a figure, a body packed with powerful, battle-toned muscle from head-to-toe. They’re not especially curvy as a result, likewise, having forgone femininity in favour of the pursuit of physical perfection. Her black hair, though not shaven down completely, is pulled together into an almost-painfully tight bun, kept well out of the way both during and outside of combat, rarely (if ever) framing the sharp, chiseled angles of her face.

The attention they pay to their appearance, then, can mostly be described as meticulous maintenance, rather than any effort to look pretty. They keep themself generally quite clean, though their skin is nonetheless badly marred by a number of scars, the most notable of which is a wicked gash across her chest. The skin on her left forearm has likewise been left mottled by an extremely old electrical burn, and a large bite mark is situated beneath her right shoulder blade.

Art (Commissioned)

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Faith

As with most Dunmer, Tylmaesa pays service to the three “Good Daedra”, Azura, Boethiah, and Mephala. Their faith in them is not necessarily worship, however, and is more accurately described as high respect for some of the ideals within their spheres, for a rebellious, counter-traditional Dunmer holds little love for dogged rules and persistent conservatism. Much of Their ‘faith’ follows this pattern of eclectic, syncretic ideals, so much so that Tylmaesa even pays respect to the Sugar God, though this is perhaps less surprising in the context of the last several years of their life. Among the Three, they most favor Boethiah.

At the forefront of their belief, however, is Saint Vehk - more specifically, the hidden notes of dogged self-actualization in its purest form scattered throughout his Sermons. His works, if one looks closely enough, are a guideline to perfection and independence of the self, much in the same way that the Khajiiti Two-Moons Dance is a guideline to another kind of self-perfection. In this sense, Tylmaesa’s faith verges on the cynical, despite the genuine respect they hold for the beings they draw their beliefs from.

Position: Auxilia

Magic

Although they don’t use magic, through their intense, decade-long (and still ongoing) study of the Khajiiti Claw-Dances, Tylmaesa is able to produce effects similar to magic, though they lack the potency of true magecraft. Their preference for Goutfang allows them to manipulate the flow of energy in themself and those they strike, enhancing the power of their blows, hardening their body, or disrupting the flow of magicka. Their study is still in its relative infancy, however - so while they make a fearsome warrior, they are well eclipsed by true masters of the arts, evidenced by the necessary use of weapons to supplement their budding skill.

Core

Born into a wealthy branch of the Hlaalu family, despite the recent misfortunes of her House, Tylmaesa had an ostensibly bright future ahead of her. Morrowind’s relatively rapid recovery under the watchful eyes of House Redoran offered plenty of opportunities for the growth of a business, even if it was in the ruins of the once-glorious House Hlaalu. Her parents took advantage of this situation to buy up enormous amounts of highly fertile farmland at extremely low prices, though Tylmaesa had far more interest in the business of her father - the captain of a mercenary company - than her mother, a merchant and full-blooded Hlaalu. She threw herself into swordwork wholeheartedly, often hunting down dangerous creatures simply to fight them. What time she didn’t spend fighting, she spent socializing or engrossing in the folk tales of her people; in particular, she found Vehk’s sermons to be the most interesting.

By the time she reached adulthood, Tylmaesa had become a fully-fledged warrior; an intelligent, powerful built woman that revelled in the thrills of battle. Still, despite the many duties she now found herself saddled with as both a mercenary and a noblewoman, she always managed to find plenty of time to immerse herself in the debauchery only the wealth of a noble could afford. In her case, that meant frequent trips to Elsewyr to spend time among the Bandaari, a developing tolerance for Moon Sugar, and a scandalous excess of lovers and other flings. Nonetheless, she remained mostly effective at her duties (when she bothered to pay them any attention, at least), leaving her plenty of opportunities to indulge in her various adventures.

With the beginning of the Skyrim Civil War and the death of her parents due to old age, Tylmaesa found herself thrust into a position of leadership, managing her family's branch of the House. She quickly found herself more interested in the opportunity offered by the Civil War, offering her services to the Imperials as a mercenary. Though the Stormcloaks outwardly despised the Empire, Tylmaesa could not abide by the rampant racism in their ranks (though the Empire was itself hardly immune to such things), and her more politically savvy hatred of the Altmer made her see a strengthened Empire as a necessary bastion against the Aldmeri Dominion, especially with the continued control of her Khajiiti friends, many of whom, she insisted, had been duped into loyalty that was slavery in all but name. Her stint of service, though somewhat meritorious, was brief, quickly moving on from it as she did many other things.

Eventually, however, she wasNo made aware of the Empire's attempts to bring Morrowind back into the fold, and although she preferred her home country's independence, her opinions on the Dominion hadn't changed. More importantly, however, they grew increasingly dissatisfied with Dunmeri politicking, to the point where it eventually became naught but a distraction from their self-perfection. Increasingly shifting her duties to trusted, skilled advisors, they eventually departed Morrowind to study under Khajiiti masters of the Claw-Dances, abandoning spellcraft entirely, in hopes of honing her body into a powerful weapon all on its own. They spent the next decade in deep study, until the Empire declared war on the Aldmeri Dominion.

Tylmaesa was quick to offer their services as a mercenary yet again, and was shipped off to Skyrim, hoping to temper the drastic shift in their martial focus in the hostile North.

Misc.: Due to the unusual, esoteric nature of the martial arts Tylmaesa practices, Tylmaesa uses a pair of unique weapons to compensate for their lack of claws - clawed weapons with protruding blades, similar to some forms of the Indian 'tiger claws' of the real world. They fight mostly unarmored, though their fighting style and experience make them more resilient than normal.

@Jeddaven

You seem to have an autocorrect thingy in the third last paragraph but beyond that looks fine, you can move to the CS tab.

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I'm going to come back and make this look a bit prettier later on but for now the character is done.

Edward Gonard

Player Name: Auz

Character Name: Squire Edward Gonard

Race: Breton

Age: 19

Sex: Male

Physical Description: Edward has grown to be quite the dashing young fellow. Sporting prominent cheekbones, a jaw line that could cut glass and piercing blue eyes; the young squire stands at 5’9 with a wiry but sturdy frame. The sides of his head are shaved almost clean, revealing small scars obtained from routine sword practice. On top, his hair is ruffled with a messy look that actually takes almost half an hour to achieve in a mirror or in the reflection of a river. At the base, clinging to his chin, lays what his superiors call “bum fluff”, threatening to turn into a fully-fledged beard as soon as the boy is of age.

With a natural affinity to charge headfirst into danger and further training to compound that, Edward walks barrel chested and head held high. When not dressed by the Imperial Army he chooses to wear thick cotton tunics, along with a heavy fur coat and leather boots. Though the squire would’ve preferred a decent sword, the gear was a departing gift from his Lord, dull in colour but high in quality.

Faith: With all the trouble stemming from the worship of the Nine in the south and then again to the east, many in Daggerfall have turned to worshipping (or at least respecting) the age old view of the Light and the Dark. Edward is one such case, believing that all there is stems from these two entities. There is no true good and no true evil; there is only Order and Chaos, the Bird and the Serpent, Night and Day. Immortal, these entities exist in opposition to each other, locked in an eternal conflict with neither one truly gaining the upper hand.

All mortals are aligned with the Light but their actions can draw from and be influenced by both of the cosmic powers. The undead and many of the creatures from Oblivion tend to be aligned with the Dark but this is not always so. For such reasons it’s all too easy for those who don’t grasp the concept to see this as Good vs. Evil but it’s merely to do with the position you are born in. Those in the Light see that as the truth and the way of things while those in the Dark believe the exact same from their end, with neither being correct.

In the end, the goal is to strike a balance between the worlds and entities. If Nirn falls in the Light, then that must be protected from the Darks domination and vice versa. Edward is devout to the cause, seeing his powers of restoration as an extension of the Light. The Nine and any and all other Gods are merely extensions of this eternal conflict and as such, those that follow them are respected by the young squire. So long as you keep to the balance, Edward will be on your side.

Position: Hastati/Medic. Can double as a Ballistarii if need be but prefers a sword.

Magic: Despite being a part of the Knights of the Dragon and learning the Dragonic tongue, Edward cannot produce a Thu’um as yet. He has, however, trained in restoration for most of his life, verging towards a level of expertise with the school of magic. He even prefers his own ward to the shield that the Imperials handed him.

• Close Wounds (Heal Others) - Adept Spell
• Greater Ward - Adept Spell
• Sun Fire (Ball of Sunlight that damages undead) - Apprentice Spell
• Circle of Protection (Lower level undead who enter flee) - Apprentice Spell
• Fast Heal (Self) - Apprentice Spell

Core:

Backstory:

• Edward was born to a pair of mages who directly served the crown of Daggerfall as healers.
• He followed in his parents’ footsteps, honing a natural affinity towards magic through the school of restoration.
• The family’s unique position in the Kingdom enabled them to sidestep the political intrigue and infighting that dominated the province. This led them to having relatively simple lives with very few hardships ever arising.
• When he was 13, he managed to save the life of his father and a knight of the Knights of the Dragon from an Ogre using his restoration abilities.
• Impressed with the boy’s courage and skill, the knight offered Edward an apprenticeship within the Order, becoming his Squire.
• Accepting, he was taught how to swing a sword, how to pluck a bow and how to manoeuvre in heavy armour. He was also schooled in the tongue of Dragons, which after the events in Skyrim, were met with both shock and awe.
• By the time the second Great War rolled around, Edward still had not been fully inducted into the Order and therefore could not avoid conscription into the Imperial Army. So he was drafted and sent to Cyrodiil for further training and eventual deployment.

Personality: Edward loves to work with his hands, preferring to get stuck in and down in the mud whenever he can. Grounded in rationalism and curiosity, the young man constantly seeks the next challenge, no matter how small or big they are. Brave, confident and loyal, the squire presents all the qualities you could want in a soldier bar having ever truly been in a fight. Though his idealism for heroism can get him caught up, causing him to break rank whenever he feels is necessary. Then there are the times where he can be blunt or even stubborn if he believes himself to be right. Rubbing others the wrong way and even coming off as preachy.

Yet, for the most part, he is kind; dominated by a strong sense of fairness brought upon by his religion. A very “do unto others” attitude that sees him makes friends relatively easy. Being from High Rock, he has only ever really been amongst Bretons, only ever hearing the caricatures of other races and provinces from stories or brief interactions. He harbours no real ill will against anyone, curious to see if the Elves of the south are really falling out of alignment or if the Imperials are spinning a tale.

Though conscripted, Edward wishes to prove himself in battle and envisions himself returning to High Rock as a champion of the Imperial Army. He looks through rose tinted glasses at figures like the famous knight, Lord Bridwell, who returned to the Knights of the Dragon from the War of Betony as a one of their greatest hero’s. However, like most youth, he is yet to consider the perils of the journey that would lead him there.

@Auz

As a lover of Paladin types I like the guy, he'll make a wondrous contrast to the rest of the squad thus far. That said, the magic is just a little bit much for the start (though you can progress with time) when in conjunction with the knowledge of the blade. I would adjust it to be either one adept spell and one novice or two of the apprentice ones. Once thats adjusted youre good to move to CS tab

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EYERAPE OH GOD NO

@Cazzer1604

For the love of God stick it in a hider, please and thank you. Beyond that its good you can move it to the CS tab. Edit: I also remembered the RP you mentioned. It was good shit, sad that the GM dropped off.

For everyone else, I'm going to be adjusting the lore the tiniest bit in that with the foundation of the fifth Empire we are now in the fifth era and the calendar is renewed to 5E. Beyond that however everything else is the exact same.

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Hey there, is this still open? I'd love to sign up but I'll need a little time to think about a character, maybe tonight maybe tomorrow.

(Think we were both on a Fallout RP that faded out like 2 years ago, hello again!)

Edit: Thinking a Dunmer, for anyone still creating their characters!

@Cazzer1604

if you make a good character, sure.

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So, I have been thinking long and hard about how we’re going to start since the strawpoll I made for this has consistently yielded a tie between the option of first having our training montage and such in Cyrodiil, then a day of leave in Solitude and then being deploy, or doing the same but skipping the training in Cyrodiil.

I have decided to ultimately go with the latter. I do not think that the RP that can be found in boot camp will be as interesting as that which we can find in our day of leave, and on the battlefield itself. That said, I am not against people doing such RP of their own initiative. If somebody wants to detail their time in the bootcamp, they’re free to do so be it together with another player here they want to write that story with, and likewise if anybody wants I will set the scene for them, introduce their Drill Sarge, etc. However, the focus will be first and foremost on the present day, where we will begin in Solitude.