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Monster hunter,

@MonsieurShade

Hearing a voice booming down the hall Reema looked up, a knife still in hand and skin stained a dark pink from the blood she grabbed a towel, cleaning off her arms as she stood. Might as well help the guy, couldn't afford to have their tank fall apart on them during a hunt. That would be a sheer nightmare.
"Hold on a sec Jacque, I got one." Walking down the halls hands in her loose pockets she felt herself feeling strange. Maybe it was the new area and she wore her armour everywhere or maybe it was the sea air but each step was uneasy. Shrugging her shoulders she brushed the thought away. They just came back from a hunt thats all.
"Well than seems you got hurt the most. You holding together?" She couldn't help but notice the wound, first time she seen it since its not buried under armour. Her own arms showing a few scratches and bite marks in the joints where her armour was. Yet that was nothing compared to the wounds on her comrades shoulder.
Going to her door she opened it to the room. Rummaging through her bag to find the wetstone that was given to her last night. Holding it out to the male she tilted her head. "By the way, anything you wanted from the kill aside from the head? I'm cleaning everything off it right now, don't want anything to rot."

Under the dragon's wrath. (Skyrim)

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Under the dragon's wrath. (Skyrim)

Bards Collage

Located in Solitude, the guild consists of bards, poets, and public speakers. Some of the more daring students have found themselves in the heat of danger warmed by a mage's fire to be in front of the making of history. This is for that one chance to make a tale that will allow them to become great. Failure however will end in their death.
Few Bards are good at combat, instead they are beautiful speakers with a silver tounge. Usually able to get others to defend them. They are welcome throughout most of Skyrim for their promise of music and tales.

Blades

The Blades trace their lineage back to Akavir in the First Era, where the fiercest warriors of the land were known as the Dragonguard. These warriors were charged with not only protecting the rulers of their kingdom, but were also responsible for hunting and killing the native dragons that plagued Akavir in ancient times. The Dragonguard hunted and killed many dragons, and followed those that fled to Tamriel in the late First Era.

The Dragonguard invasion of Tamriel was fueled not only for their oath to exterminate the remaining dragons, but to search for the fabled Dragonborn. They arrived at the northernmost point of Tamriel, Skyrim, and marched south defeating scores of both Dragons and Nords alike. If you do not agree with their views on dragons than you are an enemy and will not be worked with.

The Companions

Located in white Run the Companions are a family like group of hardy mercenaries that will protect their land for the right coin. Yet while most see them as being a blessing that will guard their families while they sleep others have found they are a bit dark.
This is due to the fact that all true members of the companions are werewolves. Creatures of the full moon night. Hunger must be dealt with yet they can control their abilities. Almost all members are known to hunt and are respected but hold no sides on this war.

Once you have been a true member of the companions you would have been given the chance to join the circle. A group of werewolves that can shift at will once a day. Be careful though for if this happens than you will have to live in caution from anyone that is on the hunt for your kind. Mostly the Silver Hand.

The College of Winterhold

The collage of winterhold is a place for magic users of all types to expand their skills. Living in secrecy they are the holders of vast knowledge yet have cut themselves off from the outside world due to a disaster that many have believed is their fault.
They are not respected in some places due to their large number of elves and their tolerance for all species. Most who are apart of the collage will keep it a secret until they are vast in power.

The Dark Brotherhood

"Sweet mother, sweet mother send your child onto me, for the sins of the unworthy must be bathtized in blood and fear."
The Dark brotherhood is a dwindling guild of assassins. Having a family like air due to their loss in numbers they are extremely close to each other and closed of to the rest of the world. Worshippers of Sithis they follow their mother's rule above all else. Listening to the Listener to hear her words and find new contracts.
The Dark brotherhood overeats on five tenets, never steal from a brother or sister, never kill a brother or sister, never dishonour the night mother, never betray the dark brotherhoods secrets and never kill someone who has summoned the dark brotherhood. In doing so will invoke the wrath of Sithis.
Home to the twisted minds that kill as though it were a routine they are not tolerated anywhere accept in the underworld of Riften.

School of restoration

The school of restoration is a place of healing. Beloved by almost all due to the fact that they bring relief rather than pain the people here are not known as fighters but as medics and healing mages and even alchemists.
Most give a kinder tone to a restoration user for the sheer fact that most are harmless. But there will always be a few bad apples here and there.

thieves guild

Located in the rat ways of Riften the Thieves guild is exactly what you would think. Hardy and closed off cut throats of thieves.
Yet once you are one of them you are on many of their good sides. Given jobs that involve break ins and break outs, information gathering, black mail and more the thieves guild are never tolerated are are often double crossed. Its a dangerous life but the pay is sometimes to good to pas us. Those who make this their home have been found to need a sharp mind and a quick thought for any situation.

though there are whispers of a deeper secret in the guild. The followers of the nightingale that might welcome those who have shown their worth.

stromcloack

The Stormcloaks were the main organization of rebels in Skyrim's Stormcloak Rebellion. Strongest in eastern Skyrim and based in Windhelm, they were originally founded by Ulfric Stormcloak as a private army to advance his interests. A few years later, after Ulfric killed High King Torygg, their ranks swelled with those who supported his call for an end to the ban on Talos worship, as well as action against the Empire and the Thalmor. The Stormcloaks claimed to be the only ones who could call themselves true Sons and Daughters of Skyrim, although their ranks were not strictly limited to Nords.
Anywhere that shows the empire in power shuns these warriors. Though most Nords are amongst their rank.

Empire

The Empire is almost fully under the Imperial rule due to the royal family being of the same blood. Focused on the laws they see mostly two sides, illegal and legal. They are not known for doing darker deeds like murder without trial but even than many have seen them as unfair brainwashed even due to their abandonment of Talos. Others have seen them as keepers of the peace and a strong sense of justice as wel as the faction with the most power. Having a hand in every city aside from windhelm.

Thalmor

The Thalmor refers to an Altmeri governmental organization that has served each of the three Aldmeri Dominions in varying capacities. It is also a general term for the members and paramilitary enforcers of that organization. They wish to ban the worship of Talos a man of worship for the nords yet not seen as a true god. they show disdain to anyone that has any signs of following Talos and are known to use stronger methods than most. From torture to public execution they have a eerily strong grip on Skyrim.

Under the dragon's wrath. (Skyrim)

The cooling winds of endless frost, the sky open to all. Tis a land that had sharpened us into warriors, to sharpen our lives so that we can be the strongest of lands. We do not bask in the sun of Elsewhere, nor do we bathe in the riches of Tamriel. We are the ones who huddle by the fire against the howling winds and nipping snow. We are the ones who have to stand tall in the face of war, to fight for our freedom. Nords against each other while they snap at the elves and Kajit. This is a land not for the weak, but for us. And though it may not be perfect, its ours, and we call it home.

The land of skyrim has many options and twists and turns that one can follow. From the Imperial legion and storm cloaks fighting for their values. To the Dark brotherhood picking from the shadows. The knowledge of the collage of winterhold, to the fallen Blades. there is a place for everyone. And it is up to you to find where you belong under this dragon filled sky.

rules

1.No overpowering. We don't want there to be a dragonborn that is the whisperer and leader of the storm cloaks as well as blades ect ect.

2. If you are gone for a week all your characters will be killed or given to someone else and your place will be filled by a new player. To avoid this tell me if your going on a trip.

3. This is not a first come first serve kind of place. I'm looking for five players that can have multiple ideas and good writing. Be passionate about your work.

4. Don't be perfect. Have your character mess up sometimes. Use dice if you want if that helps. Don't be the best character here, be an interesting one.

5. No killing each other without permission from the owner or myself.

6. No godmoding unless you have documented proof that the owner of said character allowed this.

7. Have fun. This is Skyrim, one of the best open worlds out there. Have romance, make enemies, turn someone into cheese. Make NPCs so that you can fuel an awesome story. Get into a bar fight with a nord and drink with him later. Make this place truly come to life with clashing ideals and companionship. Your more than welcome to make new characters along the way, and small ones to pad the story. Just keep sex scenes to yourself, mention it if you must but don't describe it. Don't want to get in trouble.

character sheet

Appearance:

Name:
Sex:
Race: (Yes, any race in skyrim goes, just remember how the world reacts to the one you picked)
Age: (Remember, creatures like elves live for hundreds of years)
Faction: (Look at post below if you want to see whats all there)

Personality: (This can change, let your characters evolve. But make a detailed starting point of where he is now.)

Skills: (Are you a pick pocketing thief? Are you a mage? Huntress, black smith? Or are you a hired blade? If you done it in the game its aloud here.)

History: (This is where I want you to let loose. Few paragraphs please, did you have connections, did you come from a different land. Hope, values, ideals, likes dislikes. If you think of it than write it. Sky is not even close to being the limit.)

Other: (Remember what I said about making your character interesting. Well if you did not cover something that you wanted to here ya go.)

The Dead and the Dying

its fine hun, things like that happen.

The Wonderland-Virus

@Knight of Doom

"Nick? A nice name, it makes you click your tounge when you say it." Iris giving a small smile she sat down, crossing her legs and putting both hands on her cane in front of her. Siris signing into the knuckles. "He says that ours are called the Tweedles. Some reason we both can hear them, meaning that we hear both sides of their arguments as well."

"We don't argue"
"We just have different views"
"On things like life"
"And tea"
"And time"
"And who is the better looking thing."

Running her head Iris looked up when she heard Nick ask who would name themselves mad. " Someone who has parents that name their daughter Iris cause her pupils are silver and give her brother a matching name." With the words spoke she opened her eyes and sure enough they were. Silver pupils with and icy clouded over layer to seem as though they were shrouded in mist. She counted a few moments before closing them again.

"On the actual topic in old European times Hatters used Mercury to finish their trade. But they would befall to poisoning from sucking the toxin from their brushes and turn mad. Thus the name Mad as a Hatter had come into play. Who knows maybe he's a lost spirit from the 16 hundreds."

That would have been an interesting idea. That they were haunted by the spirits of those who lost their friend and now are on a hunt for someone long gone. She could feel her brother looking at her. "Siris there is no way we won't beat this game so don't worry." She could tell they had the same thoughts, that Alice may have died.
"Theres no way Alice is dead!"
"The Queen is hunting for her"
"Though if she finds her than Alice would be dead"
"No she wouldn't she would just loose her head!"

"I wounder how many more are going to be here. It can't just be us three would it? From the urgancey in their voices I'd say this Alice was vary popular."
"There the Queen!"
"And the Rabbit!"
"The Cat"
"Oh oh the white knight!"
"Dose the Caterpillar count?"
"No no he doesn’t count."
As the words went through her head, Iris began going down the list so that the others could hear. Her hands waving through the air in sign. "Well than that answers that, guess we need to find the others first." Pulling out her phone she brought it flat in her palm as she began to speak. "Call Dolsha"

Sensing her brother nodding when he saw the number on the screen he held up his hand with which she gave a high five to. "White Knight, chess piece in a game. If these spirits are inhabiting people who represent themselves. Like how a pair of twins had found us. Than Dolsha has to know who the white Knight is. Than we will be that much closer."

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The sound of blades rang through the air. Sand under his boots with his mane tied behind his skull. Moving like a dancer, swift and nimble he lunged forward, perfectly balanced as he gotten the upper-hand on the foe before him. the clash of steel ringing like newly chimed bells while the sword of his opponent flew through the air. Capturing the sun's rays like a beacon.

"Vary fine skills young man. A lord or Lady, even a land would be a grand thing to have you fight for." Dolsha simply ignored the words in his head. He must have gone made since is loss with the DeVaney. He was a broken Champion, his title cracked and now he was only fighting in a small sandy arena with no one to fight for besides his own bordom.

His phone vibrating in his pants he fished it out, bringing it to his ear only to hear the sound of Iris. A smile already brought itself to his lips at the tiny voice. "Hello Iris, and I'm assuming Siris, it's great to talk to you." As he spoke he extend a hand to help the other fighter up, patting him on the back at a job well done while he spoke.

"Dolsha, me and Siris need your help. Has anyone seemed strange to you?"

"Strange? No not really" yet the moment the question was asked he began to feel the pulling of the mighty voice in the back of his skull. "You mean with anyone I know?"

"Any other knights, you know any members from the devil's horsemen, or your training circle, anyone at all?"

"I'm not on tour with the horsemen you know that, why is something wrong?" He was already moving across the arena, sitting down in the shade he took a long drink from his bottle as he listened to the woman.

"Well me and Siris began to hear voice, yes Siris as well. And we need to find others who have been having the same issue." The words caused Dolsha to freeze, eyes wide as he looked back at the screen, his mouth dry of words.
"Come now Dolsha its not the strangest thing I asked of you."

A sigh escaping his lips he brought the phone back to his head. "Yeah, I know someone. Meet me at the training studio, you know where that is? You can get a ride, easily."

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"Training studio, got it, thanks Dolsha...yep see you soon."
Turning off the phone she began to sign for her brother. "Dolsha says that he wants us to go to the training studio cause he knows someone who's hearing voices in their head. And if thats the case it has to be the white knight, there no other kind out there in his area."

Siris just nodded is head, bringing out his own phone as he began to text for their personal driver. His hands moving as his sister translated. "Nick, do you want to come with us? Faster we find Alice faster we get rid of the voices."

Monster hunter,

@Gravislayer@Draconequis@MonsieurShade

Reema nodding in approval at the answers began to head out, her own bags full feeling like a reluctant boulder has been placed inside. Yet that still only caused a smile to be brought from her lips. It meant that they had a good hunt. "I say celebration for someone's first hunt together is a grand idea."

Moga Village

It was mid evening by the time the crew had gotten back. Villagers greeting the hunters with enthusiasm, shouts of pride when they saw that the group wasted no time in taking down a large monster. One of the fishermen told them that there was a tanning station in the guild that was made for large cuts of hide like the one draped over their backs. A bit of information that Reema herself was more than happy for.

Entering the guild she began to unload. The woman at the desk giddy when she saw them. "Oh wow, you guys seem to know whats up. Run out to the woods and show those monsters you mean business!" Raising a brow at the woman Reema half heartedly nodded, "yes, he was proud and he was strong. A great hunt indeed." She was more than tempted to correct the woman in explaining that it was not planned, yet held her tonge. She didn't want to seem ill professional.

Hanging up the hide and unloading the claws, scales and bones Reema began to take off her Armour, a loose black undershirt and farmer's pants beneath. Showing a few more scars and muscle that was needed for her job. From behind at first glance she looked like a man to those who did not know her.
Taking a seat she began to work, cleaning out the meats, blood and gore from the prizes they were going to need. She never left a kill just sitting, it was rude and she still had time before night fall. She could already imagine the hearty yells and laughter given tonight from the halls.

The Dead and the Dying

@Always

Any side character that is there just to make the world seem more believable is totally up for control :)

Also, yeah I sometimes want to rip my hair out when I'm doing embroidery on anything.

Fallout: The Outer Banks (Always Open)

@Sohtem @Gurren1 @Crossfire @Draconequis

Eyes flashing at the words Eden wasted no time. That was a threat, he just threatened her sister! He threatened Aurora. Not a breath escaped the woman as she put him in her scopes. No, head shot wouldn't do him in. Something was off about him, her instincts flared she couldn't figure it out but something was out.
Shes hit smaller targets though, so instead she put his Revolver in her sights, her finger on the trigger she was ready to take it out. He so much as aims it than hes loosing his hand.

Aurora though held her head high, rolling over with a air of confidence even with Chase whispering for her to go back. "Again my friend, no one's name is on it. So, do us a favour and leave with your delusions because your pissing me off. You don't even have the resources to open it."
Her eyes were narrowed, even in a wheel chair she was willing to stand up to whoever this was. The red head was done and she wanted nothing more than to shoot him in the knee caps.

this was bad, Chase was already moving, leaning to speak to Brick as he kept his gaze on the Rex fellow. "Keep her from getting shot, I'm getting the Andrew fellow."

The Dead and the Dying

costume designing ftw! Be lazy till midnight!