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Current So it’s not soft as air? 🤔
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Guess some stranger on the internet thinks I’m kind of a loser. Oh well…
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Crazy makes you rats
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I took 2 creative writing classes. One had Poetry as part of it, and I got a B. The other one Poetry was optional, and I got an A. 🤔
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Some of you pick hot face claims for your characters, and then you make them straight. :(
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Gay, he/him, Autistic

I’m Crimson Flame and I’m addicted to RPing. But sometimes ADHD kicks in, and it takes me longer to reply to things than it should. If I’m taking too long to respond, feel free to say something. Just don’t be rude about it.

There are a bunch of RPs I like. Pokémon, Digimon, Fantasy, Superhero, it would take too long to list them all. I’m not a fan of Horror or Apocalypse settings though.

I have a particular type of character I like making. Look through my Character Sheet thread, and see if you notice what a lot of my characters have in common.
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Auron nodded his head respectfully as Confessor Elessenia addressed him. Her acknowledgment of his exile and choice to follow a different path struck a chord. He wasn’t used to such direct affirmation of his decisions. In Summerset, he had been labeled a traitor; here, the same qualities were called courage. The stark contrast reminded him of the cost of leaving behind the life he once knew, but also of the freedom he had found in fighting for something greater than himself.

Her reassurance that the Blessing of Talos would leave no physical mark eased some of his concerns, but the warning about detection through magical means kept him apprehensive. He looked at the light descending on his companions. He decided that to decline such a blessing now might be seen as a lack of commitment to the mission. “I will accept the blessing.” he said. “May it strengthen me in service to the mission.”

As the light settled over him, Auron felt a subtle warmth coursing through his body, a sensation unlike the spells he had cast or the magic he had wielded before.

The Confessor’s benediction complete, Auron returned to his place among the group. As the Confessor dismissed them to rest, Auron bowed his head again in acknowledgment. “You honor us with your faith and trust, Confessor.” he said respectfully. “I will ensure it is not misplaced.”

He walked by, and heard the Nord speak, and couldn’t resist adding his own thoughts. “The idea has merit.” Auron said, stepping forward to join the discussion. “We will draw attention regardless of our intent. Best to control the narrative before someone else does. However, if you’re to pass as our employer, we should ensure our story is consistent. If questioned separately, any contradictions could raise suspicion. What precisely are you researching in the ruins? Artifacts? Architecture? Historical records? I assume you already have something in mind.”

Auron paused for a moment before continuing. “Additionally, we’ll need to decide roles within the cover. Who among us plays the mercenaries, and who might better fit as assistants or fellow scholars?” He gestured to himself. “I doubt anyone would believe someone like me could pass for a mere hired sword.”

@Randomguy
Auron Falareth


Auron Falareth stood at the back of the group, his posture upright, arms crossed loosely over his chest. He had been listening intently, to Confessor Elessenia as she spoke.

The mission was clear enough: protect the delegates, navigate the treacherous road to Bruma, and prevent chaos from engulfing their efforts. But the notion of receiving a blessing from Talos made him uneasy. Auron’s past dealings with the Dominion, where the deification of a mortal was viewed as heresy, weighed heavily on his mind. Even here in the chapel, he still couldn’t get over the Thalmor’s ruthlessness in enforcing their ideology.

When Elessenia opened the floor for questions, he allowed the others to ask their questions, then stepped forward. He bowed his head slightly, a gesture of respect that still carried the elegance of his upbringing.

“Confessor,” he said calmly, “I understand the importance of this mission and the blessings you offer. However, I must ask, should we encounter resistance in Bruma, especially from those who may rally against us, how far are we permitted to go? Are we to prioritize diplomacy, or are we to use force if things escalate?”

He paused, letting the question linger before adding, “And should we accept this blessing, will it… mark us in any way? Some among us may not wish to draw attention to our affiliations.”
So our are characters supposed to be villians/bad guys?

I like multiversal RPs sometimes.
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Did you want to make the runaway prince?


Of course! That’s why I asked. :)
Can it be a runaway prince instead of a runaway princess?

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characters is one tab over ^ ^
[edit] for easy finding later, i dont think anyone minds it being here, too


I know, but he hasn’t been accepted yet. Once he is, then I’ll move him over.

@Crimson Flame, not accepted yet; the Thalmor have no power in Cyrodiil in this year as the Great War and the White-Gold Concordat have not happened yet.


Ok. What should I change it to?
Name: Auron Falareth
Race: Altmer
Appearance:

Auron stands tall at 6’3”, with a slender yet athletic build that reflects his noble upbringing and years of training. His golden-blonde hair is slightly tousled, reaching above his shoulders. His features are distinctly altmer. He has sharp angular features, emerald green eyes, and of course, the pointed ears. He carries himself with the grace and poise of nobility.

He dresses in finely crafted elven light armor, reinforced with leather for flexibility and adorned with subtle gold etchings that reflect his heritage. Beneath it, he wears forest green robes with gold trim. A green cloak, fastened by an emerald brooch, drapes over his shoulders. A leather harness carries his elven longsword, scrolls, and pouches for potions, while a small emerald pendant, a keepsake from his mother hides under his armor.

Age: 28

Skills: Swordsmanship, Destruction Magic (Lightning focus), Alteration magic, Speech

Personality: Auron carries himself with the grace and poise of Altmer nobility. He’s formal, well-spoken, and sometimes a little too proper, often resorting to the rigid etiquette drilled into him during his upbringing. At first, this can make Auron appear aloof, distant, or even snobbish. He may seem overly critical of others’ “improper” behavior without meaning to. He simply defaults to what he knows. Unlearning these behaviors is hard.

However, beneath all of his nobility quirks, lies a genuinely sweet and caring soul. Auron struggles to express emotions directly but shows his compassion through actions. Auron believes in the ideals of loyalty and honor. His greatest strength is his empathy. He sees the struggles of the people of Tamriel, and fights for them, even if he hides this compassion behind his noble demeanor.

He struggles with guilt over his family’s role in the thalmor’s attrocities, and his believed failure to stop it sooner. He also has trouble saying “I care” without sounding stiff or awkward.

Bio: Born as Auron Falareth of House Falareth, a respected noble house. Auron grew up in Summerset, where power was everything. House Falareth aligned itself with the Thalmor, providing mages and diplomats to support the Dominion’s growing influence. Groomed as an heir to the house, Auron was expected to serve the Thalmor and uphold their authority.

However, during a diplomatic mission to Valenwood, he witnessed the Thalmor’s growing influence firsthand. Their manipulation of the Bosmer and their readiness to execute dissenters under the pretense of “unity.” He was disgusted by their ruthless methods and ashamed of his family’s complicity in such actions. he spoke out, and urged his family to resist the Thalmor’s increasing influence. He was soon labeled a sympathizer for the Empire and forced to flee.

Auron fled Summerset with nothing but his skill, wit, and a desire to atone for the sins of his family. The Hidden Militia found him, where he offered his sword and magic to the Empire, believing it to be the only chance to stand against the Thalmor’s cruelry. Auron fights not only for Tamriel’s unity but also to carve out his own destiny, free of his family’s shadow.
Lucian has a few things to do in Traverse Town before he leaves to another world.
Lucian’s mind raced as he listened to Merlin speak. Princess Morgan Pendragon? Queen of Camelot? That wasn’t the Morgan he knew, or at least, not the Morgan he thought he knew. The idea of her being royalty, let alone someone trained by this Merlin, was almost impossible to reconcile with the cold, distant person he’d spent so much time with on the islands.

He stared up at the painting again, his eyes lingering on the version of Morgan that felt so different from the one he’d left behind. “She… she never told us any of that…” he murmured. He’d only just learned that he was a prince not too long ago. And now this? It was as if everything he thought he knew was unraveling.

“I… I don’t know what it is exactly,” Lucian admitted, gripping his Keyblade a little tighter. “Right before we left the island, she… she pulled this light, or magic or something out of herself, and placed it inside my heart. She told me it was important, that I had to protect it, but she didn’t explain what it was. Just that I needed to find you.”
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