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Thank you.
I'm interested in joining, but I am still somewhat new to online role playing. Would you mind if I joined in any way?
Yeah.
I'm kinda new to online roleplaying, but I would be up for it.
CATS3688 said
I assume Lleos is siding as an Imperial.


He is actually going for imperial yes.
Name: Lleos Salmyoni

Race: Dunmer

Age: 30

Skills: One handed, destruction, light armor, security.

Equipment: Steel long sword, Leather armor, lock picks (12), minor healing potions (4)

Background: Lleos was born and raised in the city of Solitude, being outcasted for his dark complexion. He found solace in magic and his father lessons in combat. Being a member of the Imperial Legion, he had years of experience to pass on to his son, years leader during routine tour his fathers regiment was attacked by the forsworn

That day Lleos dedicated himself to his studies and practices. He had dreamed of one day adventuring across Tamriel, finding the next big treasure, saving the damsel in distress and stopping those who would purposely hurt others. when he became of age left home heading towards Whiterun for the Companions guild in hopes he may receive training, on day dreaming he would honor his father memorie.

Appearance: Lleos is fair skin for his race, his medium length; hair parted over his eyes. Eyes red as is common with others of his race.

Personality: Lleos is light hearted, he can be young and brash but his loyalty to his friends in nie unwavering. Raised in Skyrim Lleos see’s Skyrim as his home taking pride in it’s accomplishments. He is no fan of the Stormcloaks While he would like a stronger Skyrim he does not like the blatant racism they have towards his race or others (also being the son of an Imperial Soldier doesn’t help either.)
Completely understandable, take your time.
I'm actually with Tundra on this one.
Sorry it takes me a while to post, I usually can't post till i get home at night.
Akuma was in a nightmare... he was dreaming of darkness, feeling helpless as he hears his sister scream. Akuma suddenly wakes up in a fright. Blinded by a light, and feeling the throbbing of his own head immediately realizing he was laying on his own sword Akuma sits up in a hurry “yowch!” Akuma yells rubbing his back were the sword rested on his back. Head pounding the light like razors to his eyes Akuma closes his eyes wondering if he had a hangover, before remembering he didn’t drink. Akuma squints his eyes, letting them adjust to the light noticing it is a light post. But not a normal light post like he was used to, this was an older light post like the ones you would see in history books.

Akuma feels something wet as he places his hand on the ground to stand up, he realizes half of his shirt is wet from the puddle he was laying in. “Great!” said Akuma “throbbing headache, my back hurts, and i am covered in water! Could this day get any better!?” Suddenly he hears a bell ring, “Bing bong!” Akuma grasps his head as the sound of the bell cause his head to pulse in agony. “Bing bong!” Akuma reels in pain, the bell rings a third time. At this point Akuma has had enough He yells at the top of his lungs “Hey! stop with the damn bell ringing!” The bell continues to ring, giving Akuma a terrible migraine. “Dammit fine! I’m going up there myself!” ignoring everything around him he walks to the bell tower in an angry stride.
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