I'm leaning toward the Reboot version due to the fact that it is so open that we can basically take the storyline and make it the way we want it to go instead of feeling like we have to follow a preset storyline... Just my two cents worth...
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Name: Galron Shanara
Age: 25
Gender: male
Race: human/Imperial
Appearance: 
From: CyrodiIl
Birthsign: The Shadow
Guild: none
Bio: My name is Galron Shanara. I was born in a small village just east of the imperial city Cyrodiil on the 10th of suns height in the year176 4th era. My parents came from Skyrim to pursue a life for themselves. My father Hatius was an imperial who moved to Skyrim in his youth to be a black Smith's apprentice under a master Smith named Meros Stone-hammer my father fell for the daughter of Meros, my mother. My mothers father didn't approve of their love because he wanted to keep his family pure with only nord blood. So my mother and father fled in the middle of the night for Cyrodiil. My father used his skills as blacksmith to raise enough gold to buy a small house for the two of them. When I was born my father and mother had a good reputation for being master Smiths when it came to forming steel. When I was 8 my mother told my father that she felt guilty for leaving her family in such a way so she decided to return to Solitude to settle things with her family. The days turned to weeks and the weeks turned to months. My father grew very concerned and sent a letter to her family but received no response. My father figured my mother would return when she was sure things were alright with her family. After a few years my father grew colder and colder towards my mother. He said that she had abandoned us. To pass the time as a child I would play with the daggers my father had forged, but as time passed the daggers became swords and play became practice. My father told me that to understand a blade I must know how to create one I spent many weeks trying to forge the perfect sword. My father was impressed with my dedication. After finally forging a perfect steel sword I resumed my practice. At the age of 25 my father's shop was raided by a group of bandits, my father was slain in cold blood, left with nothing I decided to head to Skyrim to find my mother and confront her. On my way I was attacked by group of nord soldiers and taken prisoner they thought I was an imperial spy. A few days after my capture their leader Ulfric stormcloak decided to release me. After my release I asked to follow them because I didn't know the land of Skyrim so I planned to use them as much as possible for my own benefit and for the imperial empire, and to my surprise they agreed. Only a few short hours later we were attacked by the imperial legion, I was unarmed and defenseless I tried pleading that the nord soldiers were decent people but I was hit across the head with an iron shield and rendered unconscious. I awoke days later on a carriage, my hands bound my spirit broken. Headed for a place called Helgen. where I faced execution and survived because a dragon attacked as my head was on the chopping block
Weapons: The Dwarven black bow of Fate - 200 Dwarven arrows, Dwarven longsword of Leeching, Dwarven war axe of Evoking
Personality: Quiet, kind, and conscientious. Can be depended on to follow through. Usually puts the needs of others above their own needs. Stable and practical, they value security and traditions. Well-developed sense of space and function. Rich inner world of observations about people. Extremely perceptive of other's feelings. Interested in serving others.
Sexuality: Straight
Other: Working on becoming a high end smithy.
From: CyrodiIl
Birthsign: The Shadow
Guild: none
Bio: My name is Galron Shanara. I was born in a small village just east of the imperial city Cyrodiil on the 10th of suns height in the year176 4th era. My parents came from Skyrim to pursue a life for themselves. My father Hatius was an imperial who moved to Skyrim in his youth to be a black Smith's apprentice under a master Smith named Meros Stone-hammer my father fell for the daughter of Meros, my mother. My mothers father didn't approve of their love because he wanted to keep his family pure with only nord blood. So my mother and father fled in the middle of the night for Cyrodiil. My father used his skills as blacksmith to raise enough gold to buy a small house for the two of them. When I was born my father and mother had a good reputation for being master Smiths when it came to forming steel. When I was 8 my mother told my father that she felt guilty for leaving her family in such a way so she decided to return to Solitude to settle things with her family. The days turned to weeks and the weeks turned to months. My father grew very concerned and sent a letter to her family but received no response. My father figured my mother would return when she was sure things were alright with her family. After a few years my father grew colder and colder towards my mother. He said that she had abandoned us. To pass the time as a child I would play with the daggers my father had forged, but as time passed the daggers became swords and play became practice. My father told me that to understand a blade I must know how to create one I spent many weeks trying to forge the perfect sword. My father was impressed with my dedication. After finally forging a perfect steel sword I resumed my practice. At the age of 25 my father's shop was raided by a group of bandits, my father was slain in cold blood, left with nothing I decided to head to Skyrim to find my mother and confront her. On my way I was attacked by group of nord soldiers and taken prisoner they thought I was an imperial spy. A few days after my capture their leader Ulfric stormcloak decided to release me. After my release I asked to follow them because I didn't know the land of Skyrim so I planned to use them as much as possible for my own benefit and for the imperial empire, and to my surprise they agreed. Only a few short hours later we were attacked by the imperial legion, I was unarmed and defenseless I tried pleading that the nord soldiers were decent people but I was hit across the head with an iron shield and rendered unconscious. I awoke days later on a carriage, my hands bound my spirit broken. Headed for a place called Helgen. where I faced execution and survived because a dragon attacked as my head was on the chopping block
Weapons: The Dwarven black bow of Fate - 200 Dwarven arrows, Dwarven longsword of Leeching, Dwarven war axe of Evoking
Personality: Quiet, kind, and conscientious. Can be depended on to follow through. Usually puts the needs of others above their own needs. Stable and practical, they value security and traditions. Well-developed sense of space and function. Rich inner world of observations about people. Extremely perceptive of other's feelings. Interested in serving others.
Sexuality: Straight
Other: Working on becoming a high end smithy.Name: Galron Shanara
Age: 25
Gender: male
Race: human/Imperial
Appearance:
From: CyrodiIl
Birthsign: The Shadow
Guild: none
Bio: My name is Galron Shanara. I was born in a small village just east of the imperial city Cyrodiil on the 10th of suns height in the year176 4th era. My parents came from Skyrim to pursue a life for themselves. My father Hatius was an imperial who moved to Skyrim in his youth to be a black Smith's apprentice under a master Smith named Meros Stone-hammer my father fell for the daughter of Meros, my mother. My mothers father didn't approve of their love because he wanted to keep his family pure with only nord blood. So my mother and father fled in the middle of the night for Cyrodiil. My father used his skills as blacksmith to raise enough gold to buy a small house for the two of them. When I was born my father and mother had a good reputation for being master Smiths when it came to forming steel. When I was 8 my mother told my father that she felt guilty for leaving her family in such a way so she decided to return to Solitude to settle things with her family. The days turned to weeks and the weeks turned to months. My father grew very concerned and sent a letter to her family but received no response. My father figured my mother would return when she was sure things were alright with her family. After a few years my father grew colder and colder towards my mother. He said that she had abandoned us. To pass the time as a child I would play with the daggers my father had forged, but as time passed the daggers became swords and play became practice. My father told me that to understand a blade I must know how to create one I spent many weeks trying to forge the perfect sword. My father was impressed with my dedication. After finally forging a perfect steel sword I resumed my practice. At the age of 25 my father's shop was raided by a group of bandits, my father was slain in cold blood, left with nothing I decided to head to Skyrim to find my mother and confront her. On my way I was attacked by group of nord soldiers and taken prisoner they thought I was an imperial spy. A few days after my capture their leader Ulfric stormcloak decided to release me. After my release I asked to follow them because I didn't know the land of Skyrim so I planned to use them as much as possible for my own benefit and for the imperial empire, and to my surprise they agreed. Only a few short hours later we were attacked by the imperial legion, I was unarmed and defenseless I tried pleading that the nord soldiers were decent people but I was hit across the head with an iron shield and rendered unconscious. I awoke days later on a carriage, my hands bound my spirit broken. Headed for a place called Helgen. where I faced execution and survived because a dragon attacked as my head was on the chopping block
Weapons: The Dwarven black bow of Fate - 200 Dwarven arrows, Dwarven longsword of Leeching, Dwarven war axe of Evoking
Personality: Quiet, kind, and conscientious. Can be depended on to follow through. Usually puts the needs of others above their own needs. Stable and practical, they value security and traditions. Well-developed sense of space and function. Rich inner world of observations about people. Extremely perceptive of other's feelings. Interested in serving others.
Sexuality: Straight
Other: Working on becoming a high end smithy.
From: CyrodiIl
Birthsign: The Shadow
Guild: none
Bio: My name is Galron Shanara. I was born in a small village just east of the imperial city Cyrodiil on the 10th of suns height in the year176 4th era. My parents came from Skyrim to pursue a life for themselves. My father Hatius was an imperial who moved to Skyrim in his youth to be a black Smith's apprentice under a master Smith named Meros Stone-hammer my father fell for the daughter of Meros, my mother. My mothers father didn't approve of their love because he wanted to keep his family pure with only nord blood. So my mother and father fled in the middle of the night for Cyrodiil. My father used his skills as blacksmith to raise enough gold to buy a small house for the two of them. When I was born my father and mother had a good reputation for being master Smiths when it came to forming steel. When I was 8 my mother told my father that she felt guilty for leaving her family in such a way so she decided to return to Solitude to settle things with her family. The days turned to weeks and the weeks turned to months. My father grew very concerned and sent a letter to her family but received no response. My father figured my mother would return when she was sure things were alright with her family. After a few years my father grew colder and colder towards my mother. He said that she had abandoned us. To pass the time as a child I would play with the daggers my father had forged, but as time passed the daggers became swords and play became practice. My father told me that to understand a blade I must know how to create one I spent many weeks trying to forge the perfect sword. My father was impressed with my dedication. After finally forging a perfect steel sword I resumed my practice. At the age of 25 my father's shop was raided by a group of bandits, my father was slain in cold blood, left with nothing I decided to head to Skyrim to find my mother and confront her. On my way I was attacked by group of nord soldiers and taken prisoner they thought I was an imperial spy. A few days after my capture their leader Ulfric stormcloak decided to release me. After my release I asked to follow them because I didn't know the land of Skyrim so I planned to use them as much as possible for my own benefit and for the imperial empire, and to my surprise they agreed. Only a few short hours later we were attacked by the imperial legion, I was unarmed and defenseless I tried pleading that the nord soldiers were decent people but I was hit across the head with an iron shield and rendered unconscious. I awoke days later on a carriage, my hands bound my spirit broken. Headed for a place called Helgen. where I faced execution and survived because a dragon attacked as my head was on the chopping block
Weapons: The Dwarven black bow of Fate - 200 Dwarven arrows, Dwarven longsword of Leeching, Dwarven war axe of Evoking
Personality: Quiet, kind, and conscientious. Can be depended on to follow through. Usually puts the needs of others above their own needs. Stable and practical, they value security and traditions. Well-developed sense of space and function. Rich inner world of observations about people. Extremely perceptive of other's feelings. Interested in serving others.
Sexuality: Straight
Other: Working on becoming a high end smithy.I'm Interested in this ...
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Forum: Casual Interest Checks
I would be interested in this. On the terms of Magic, is there a system that can be used? for instance, would the Wizard spells of AD&D be allowed?
Name: Jason Sinclair
Age: 19
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Weapons: 9mm Beretta, hand axe, survival knife
Equipment: Backpack, two pair of blue jeans, two tee shirts, 1 box of cheddar cheese crackers, 1 box of peanut butter crackers, 1 bag of M&M’s , two bottles of Dr. Pepper, one bottle of water, one 9mm clip.
Brief Bio: Son of a prominent entrepreneur, Jason’s life was above average compared to most. He was sent to private school where he excelled in computer science. Upon graduating from the Charleston Private School, he was accepted to attend Butler University where he was going to further his education in Computer Science.
Personality Strengths: Intelligent, quick to learn, easy going, honest, mature
Personality weakness: Too trusting, Soft spoken, lack of physical strength
Weapons: 9mm Beretta, hand axe, survival knife
Equipment: Backpack, two pair of blue jeans, two tee shirts, 1 box of cheddar cheese crackers, 1 box of peanut butter crackers, 1 bag of M&M’s , two bottles of Dr. Pepper, one bottle of water, one 9mm clip.
Brief Bio: Son of a prominent entrepreneur, Jason’s life was above average compared to most. He was sent to private school where he excelled in computer science. Upon graduating from the Charleston Private School, he was accepted to attend Butler University where he was going to further his education in Computer Science.
Personality Strengths: Intelligent, quick to learn, easy going, honest, mature
Personality weakness: Too trusting, Soft spoken, lack of physical strengthCharacter posted for review
I wish to endeavor upon this story if I may...
I'm interested in doing this. I was wondering, to add a twist, if you can change gender in this reborn process?
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