Karos

Ink On Your Soul - New Beginnings

@Silent Observer Hey, I saw your interest a while back but wasn't able to jump in due to my college mock exams getting in the way. I was wondering whether you were still looking for characters?

Brian Maxwell

Brian Maxwell

Aliases: Digit, Synth, Mech
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Species Human (augment)
Sexual Preference: Hetrosexual

Likes:
Computers and machinery
Data (preferable in the form of 1's and 0's)
Pistols (especially his 9mm German Luger)
Walking Canes (doesn't hurt if they have a sword in them)
High Society
Tailored Suits

Dislikes:
Brutes and other unsophisticated types
The ignorant
Tree Huggers
Religious types

Bio: Brian was born to a middle class family, for a long time it seemed like he'd have an ordinary life. Just get by day to day, check the ink every so often.

By the age of 14 Brian was already an intrepid and proficient programmer. He seemed to have an instinct for code, interpreting it in the same way a normal person would read a book. By 15 he was already running several successful online media businesses and was making websites when not at school. His parents saw little of their son who kept himself sequestered away in a world of code most of the time.

The only time other than school that Brian couldn't be found spending programming, was when his father would take him to shoot at the local range. The two were marksman favouring pistol shooting and were both very proficient. On his 18th birthday Brian's parents gave him two presents he has treasured ever since. Firstly an elaborate pocket watch and secondly a German Luger. Brian has treasured these items ever since and always keeps them on his person.

At 25 he lost both his parents, this made him even more reclusive than he had been before. The few friends he had kept saw him only on very special occasions. But then his life took a turn.

Whilst working on one of his websites Brian quite coincidentally perfected a secure communication algorithm he'd been working on. This meant that anyone using his system was basically untouchable in the digital world. He was quick to capitalise on the system he'd perfected, and sold it to corporations, governments anyone who could afford his price.

Overnight Brian went from a man of modest means to a millionaire. He bought himself an estate in the south of England, and created a private military company to sustain his new lifestyle. Over time he's transitioned from being a middle class recluse to the entrepreneurial gentlemen he is today.

Having adapted to his new lifestyle Brian began to experiment, ever since he was kid he'd wanted to process information faster, to interface with machines on a level not though possible. He sponsored a group of... less than moral scientists to develop the technology he wanted, and after 5 years they gave him a hint of what he'd hoped for.

The first augmentation was simple enough, the chip attached to his occipital lobe, improving his vision, granting him superb night vision. Then a few months later was a circadian manipulator which reduced the time he had to spend sleeping.

Over the coming months the scientists perfected more and more augmentations, technology to increase muscle mass, to reduce sensitivity to pain, to increase reflexes. All this and more was developed in the secret laboratories of Brian's company. Until eventually they perfected what all his research had been intended to create, the Binary Interface Chip. The chip was the most powerful chip that Brian's scientists had developed. It allowed the user to wirelessly interact with the technology around them, he could re-write code turn machines on and off with but a thought.

But that was when the addiction took hold, shortly after the chip was installed Brian found himself addicted to the data he could obtain. To the power the chip provided him since then he has been restless, always seeking more data, knowledge and its acquisition has become his obsession. The obsession seemed random at first but his heads of staff have started to notice a pattern as of late, whether Brian will find what he's looking for remains to be seen.

Occupation: Infiltrator and Assassin, working behind the scenes Brian is an efficient hacker, thief, and quiet killer. He prefers his infiltration missions over those that necessitate murder, that isn't to say he won't kill without remorse however.

Also head of Praetorian Security Industries (his own private military and technology company).

Country of Origin: England

Feelings about soulmate: Brian is nervous about meeting his soulmate, he doesn't quite know what he's going to do when he finds her. But, for some reason, he knows that he has to find her, to unravel the meaning of the ink once and for all and to cure the addiction that has ravaged his life.

Soulmate: Arna

Ignis Aurum Probat: A Skyrim Roleplay

Name: Tacitus Augustus
Age: 30
Race: Imperial
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Hetrosexual

Appearance: Tacitus stands about 6ft and has a lithe yet strong build. He wears his brown hair short, though you wouldn't know it, as he tends to leave it obscured by the hood he is almost certainly to be found wearing. Due to the nature of his work Tacitus is rarely found not wearing his armour, and typically carries all of his most important possessions in the plethora of pouches and pockets that dot his armour.




Personality: Tacitus is a quiet man except around those he trusts, though such souls are few and far between. A man possessed of an immense intellect he is not prone to rash tendencies and is rather calculating in all his dealings. Above all else he is secretive, he loves nothing more than to learn but he is hesitant to share what he knows, and he will rarely tell someone all he knows about a matter.

Class: Imperial Agent (A combination of spellsword and rogue)
Birthsign: The Shadow
Faction: Imperial Legion/Synod

Major Skills: One handed, Destruction, Sneak, Light Armour, Lockpicking
Minor Skills: Restoration, Speech craft, Alteration

History: Tacitus hails from a small town that borders Skyrim and Cyrodil just north of Bruma. As a boy he lived a relatively normal life, his father was a Legionary stationed as the commander of the guard. His mother meanwhile was a talented mage who travelled around Cyrodil completing various pieces of research.

Tacitus and his younger brothers would always rush to meet their mother and to hear about her adventures when she came home. It is from here that Tacitus gained his inquisitive nature and also his lust for adventure. His father noted this when Tacitus was still young, and fearful that his eldest son might put himself in harms way, set about instilling him with a sense of duty and teaching him how to fight.

When Tacitus' father wasn't working and Tacitus wasn't looking after his siblings the two would practice all the arts of soldiery. Tacitus read history, learnt how to use a sword and how best to take an enemy by surprise. When he was older his mother also taught him of arcane affairs and he was found to have a knack for the destruction, alteration and restoration schools.

His innate mastery of these schools, combined with his military training and background drove Tacitus to join the Imperial Legion when he was only 18. He left his small village and went out into the wide world putting into practice the many things he'd learnt over the years. He enjoyed life as a soldier and swiftly gained the respect of the various officers he served under. By the age of 22 he'd gained the rank of Quaestor and soon became widely known within the Legion for his abilities as a scout.

It was whilst serving as a scout that he became embroiled in the events that would draw him into the role of agent. Whilst on a routine patrol Tacitus came across two members of the Dark Brotherhood. He and his men followed the assassins back to their lair and concealing themselves in the area around the sanctuary Tacitus sent word for reinforcements. Unbeknownst to Tacitus however, the Dark Brotherhood were aware of him and his troop and before the reinforcements arrived the assassins stormed forward.

All of Tacitus' men were killed in the ensuing battle and he was gravely injured in the fighting. However, despite a terrible wound to his left arm he was able to make his way inside the sanctuary before collapsing. When the reinforcements he'd sent for arrived they found him collapsed at the bottom of a book shelf a note clutched in his fist. Upon examining the note the soldiers found that the assassins had been hired to kill the Legate accompanying their cohort. The assassins Tacitus found had been used as bait to try and draw the Legate out. Instead Tacitus and his men had foiled the scheme.

Following his recovery Tacitus was reassigned. He retained his former rank but was deployed by the same Legate he'd saved as an agent against the Dark Brotherhood and other subversive elements within the Empire. Tacitus swiftly got to work developing the abilities that had already served him well.

It was in pursuit of this work that Tacitus met the Dragonborn. Drawn to Skyrim by leads regarding the Night Mother Tacitus wandered the frozen province, he scoured the land but the civil war seemed to confound his investigations at every turn. It was on the road to Falkreath that Tacitus met the Dragonborn, it was only after they had parted ways that he learnt who he'd shared the walk to town with. Tacitus didn't know what to make of having met a legend incarnate, in the end he resolved to forget the incident. Too little information, too much risk he noted in his journal.

Then it happened... the rise of the Dovhahsken. Tacitus immediately abandoned his hunt for the Night Mother, realising this to be the greater threat to his beloved empire. After making enquiries he heard of a group banding together to try and combat this new threat. Seeking information Tacitus decided to seek the group out, hoping that they might answer his questions and even help him end this new threat to the Empire's resurgence.

Extra:

Equipment:
Armour of Intrigue http://www.nexusmods.com/skyrim/mods/36875/?
Imperial Gladius
Ebony Dagger
Blades Sword (with shock enchantment)
Misc (lockpicks, food, water an so forth)

Motto: Scientia est potentia.

M x F & F x F [Loads of topics and ideas] Dying to rp! [18+/Mature] Want something dark!

@ebrodtz I'd be interested in running something in Fallout if you're still looking for people.

Ignis Aurum Probat: A Skyrim Roleplay

Firstly I must commend the Latin, but without further ado here's my CS.

Name: Tacitus Augustus
Age: 30
Race: Imperial
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Hetrosexual

Appearance: Tacitus stands about 6ft and has a lithe yet strong build. He wears his brown hair short, though you wouldn't know it, as he tends to leave it obscured by the hood he is almost certainly to be found wearing. Due to the nature of his work Tacitus is rarely found not wearing his armour, and typically carries all of his most important possessions in the plethora of pouches and pockets that dot his armour.




Personality: Tacitus is a quiet man except around those he trusts, though such souls are few and far between. A man possessed of an immense intellect he is not prone to rash tendencies and is rather calculating in all his dealings. Above all else he is secretive, he loves nothing more than to learn but he is hesitant to share what he knows, and he will rarely tell someone all he knows about a matter.

Class: Imperial Agent (A combination of spellsword and rogue)
Birthsign: The Shadow
Faction: Imperial Legion/Synod

Major Skills: One handed, Destruction, Sneak, Light Armour, Lockpicking
Minor Skills: Restoration, Speech craft, Alteration

History: Tacitus hails from a small town that borders Skyrim and Cyrodil just north of Bruma. As a boy he lived a relatively normal life, his father was a Legionary stationed as the commander of the guard. His mother meanwhile was a talented mage who travelled around Cyrodil completing various pieces of research.

Tacitus and his younger brothers would always rush to meet their mother and to hear about her adventures when she came home. It is from here that Tacitus gained his inquisitive nature and also his lust for adventure. His father noted this when Tacitus was still young, and fearful that his eldest son might put himself in harms way, set about instilling him with a sense of duty and teaching him how to fight.

When Tacitus' father wasn't working and Tacitus wasn't looking after his siblings the two would practice all the arts of soldiery. Tacitus read history, learnt how to use a sword and how best to take an enemy by surprise. When he was older his mother also taught him of arcane affairs and he was found to have a knack for the destruction, alteration and restoration schools.

His innate mastery of these schools, combined with his military training and background drove Tacitus to join the Imperial Legion when he was only 18. He left his small village and went out into the wide world putting into practice the many things he'd learnt over the years. He enjoyed life as a soldier and swiftly gained the respect of the various officers he served under. By the age of 22 he'd gained the rank of Quaestor and soon became widely known within the Legion for his abilities as a scout.

It was whilst serving as a scout that he became embroiled in the events that would draw him into the role of agent. Whilst on a routine patrol Tacitus came across two members of the Dark Brotherhood. He and his men followed the assassins back to their lair and concealing themselves in the area around the sanctuary Tacitus sent word for reinforcements. Unbeknownst to Tacitus however, the Dark Brotherhood were aware of him and his troop and before the reinforcements arrived the assassins stormed forward.

All of Tacitus' men were killed in the ensuing battle and he was gravely injured in the fighting. However, despite a terrible wound to his left arm he was able to make his way inside the sanctuary before collapsing. When the reinforcements he'd sent for arrived they found him collapsed at the bottom of a book shelf a note clutched in his fist. Upon examining the note the soldiers found that the assassins had been hired to kill the Legate accompanying their cohort. The assassins Tacitus found had been used as bait to try and draw the Legate out. Instead Tacitus and his men had foiled the scheme.

Following his recovery Tacitus was reassigned. He retained his former rank but was deployed by the same Legate he'd saved as an agent against the Dark Brotherhood and other subversive elements within the Empire. Tacitus swiftly got to work developing the abilities that had already served him well.

It was in pursuit of this work that Tacitus met the Dragonborn. Drawn to Skyrim by leads regarding the Night Mother Tacitus wandered the frozen province, he scoured the land but the civil war seemed to confound his investigations at every turn. It was on the road to Falkreath that Tacitus met the Dragonborn, it was only after they had parted ways that he learnt who he'd shared the walk to town with. Tacitus didn't know what to make of having met a legend incarnate, in the end he resolved to forget the incident. Too little information, too much risk he noted in his journal.

Then it happened... the rise of the Dovhahsken. Tacitus immediately abandoned his hunt for the Night Mother, realising this to be the greater threat to his beloved empire. After making enquiries he heard of a group banding together to try and combat this new threat. Seeking information Tacitus decided to seek the group out, hoping that they might answer his questions and even help him end this new threat to the Empire's resurgence.

Extra:

Equipment:
Armour of Intrigue http://www.nexusmods.com/skyrim/mods/36875/?
Imperial Gladius
Ebony Dagger
Misc (lockpicks, food, water an so forth)

Motto: Scientia est potentia.

Ink On Your Soul - New Beginnings

Some Thoughts 18+ MxF

Bump

The City of White Marble

Amon moves Naya's arms from his waist and dismounts, jumping off of Ozrmuzhd sword in hand. The figure with the Scarlet band replies then from behind a shroud 'Greetings friend, what do you seek all the way out here?' the voice was harsh and rather gruff, it reminded Amon of the few other northerners he'd met.

Before he replied Amon placed himself between Ormuzhd and Naya and the three figures. Whilst focussing on the central figure he noticed that the other two were starting to circle and he began to feel the hairs on the back of his neck prickle. 'Me' he replied surprisingly nonchalant considering the circumstances 'I'm looking for an oases, perhaps you…'.

Amon didn't finish his sentence as one of the men in brown robes thrust his spear towards him, Amon dodged swinging Ra'Kes round to bat the blade aside. Then the other two figures attacked him their spears darted forward to join their companions and Amon jumped back to avoid the tips of the blades.

Ra'Kes burst into flames the sword glowing fiercely the fire spreading to sheath Amon's fist. 'Death to the unclean!' cried the figure with the red band and he launched himself at Amon his spear swinging around him in a blur of wood and metal. Ra'Kes came up to meet it, the blade slicing through the haft of the spear and leaving it smouldering where it had been cut. Another one of the figures jabbed low almost catching Amon's leg with the tip of his spear, Amon stepped forward in close against his opponent. Placing his hand against the man's chest his palm crackled with lightning before Amon pushed the figure back. The man hit the ground convulsing as his nervous system overloaded. That was when the final opponent struck Amon's arm, the blow was mitigated by Amon's ringmail but the blow knocked him off balance. Amon rolled as he stood he swung Ra'Kes from down by his side aiming the end of his slash at the man's neck. The blow struck true and arterial blood surged from the cut the man falling dead in the sand.

'ARRGHH' came a yell from behind Amon, the man he'd disarmed the one with the Red band ducked low trying to get under Amon's guard he slashed at him with a dagger. Amon punched down with his free hand, knocking the figure to the ground as he did so. The man fell face down in the sand, before he could recover Amon stood on his wrist and swung Ra'Kes separating the mans hand at the wrist. He screamed in agony swallowing a mouthful of sand in the process. Amon kicked him in the back, knocking him down into the sand once more.

'I am Amon'hotep Sorcerer Knight of the Sands! Know this when you meet your gods, tell them it was I who sent you to them!' he proclaimed, he wrested his free palm against the back of the mans head, closing his eyes for a moment. The man struggled for a moment and then dropped to the ground limp an unmoving.

Amon flicked Ra'Kes, the fire flared for a moment before dissipating as before The blade was pristine despite having been covered in blood moments before. Amon knelt he planted his sword in the sand one hand resting on the hilt, the other he closed in a fist and placed over his heart. He began to recite a prayer under his breath, before standing to look at Naya.

Children of A Revolution [For Karos]

Nikolai followed behind Anastasiya hands clasped behind his back as he walked slowly behind her listening intently. He inclined his neck to take in the various pictures she gestured to, nodding in approval at her comment that such things were better suited elsewhere.

As she came to a large oak door he paused, she opened the doors with a flourish before stepping into a room lined with books. The warm colours of the room rushed to greet him and Nikolai felt compelled to rush into the room, to pour over the volumes, but he didn't. He remembered his manners and entered calmly listening quietly to Anastasiya's words.

'I should expect so' he replied as she inquired as to whether he and his family would be staying the night. She barely seemed to notice moving onto further questions. When asked whether or not he rode he was reminded about their discussion about weapons in the armoury. Of course he could ride, he didn't choose to in the middle of winter, he'd much rather be in a warm library with a good drink. But, he did know how to ride, another left over from his training at the academy. He remembered Cpt. Chekov's words 'Riding, shooting, and yelling my boy. That's what an officer does now days'.

'I don't ride often in weather such as this, but I can ride, please go ahead.' he replied smiling, glad the talk of socialists had been forgotten about.

Astaria: General Fantasy RP

Mzark continued walking along the forest road, shield firmly secured in his left hand, his right hand resting on the hilt of his sword. His battle plate clinked loudly as he walked, at leat it seemed loud against the utter silence of the forest.

Disliking the silence Mzark began to recite a mantra aloud as he walked. 'My sword is strong, my sword is true, with it I might run you through…' he smiled to himself as he sang. It certainly wasn't a traditional mantra by any means, something he'd picked up when protecting a river caravan, the sailors had sang the whole way… well when they weren't drinking at any rate.

Mzark kept walking chanting as he was went. That's when he spotted a pair of horses and a caravan in the distance, it appeared that a figure was cavorting atop the caravan. That was when he noticed several other figures seemingly in various states of delirium, he gripped the handle of sword tighter as he approached and called out to the figure atop the caravan.

'Greetings friend, might ask what has rendered you so merry this day?' he inquired, his booming baritone of a voice sounding clearly even over the music the figure was playing. As he appraised the figure Mzark noticed that the figure wasn't a man as he once thought, instead he had the legs of a goat, something which struck Mzark as rather odd.

Astaria: General Fantasy RP

Name: Mzark Fireheart
Race: Dragonborn
Gender: Male
Age: 7
Class: Paladin
Equipment:
Mithril: Longsword, Shield, and battle plate
Simple Rations (typically bread and some fish, and a flask full of fire whiskey)
A flask of water
Symbol of Bahamut

Bio: Mzark may seem young by human standards but whilst only 7 years old he's already as developed and astute as a human 20 year old. As a boy his parents forced him to study hard, joining the local shrine of Bahamut as an inmate when he was 3. He has studied and learnt much at the shrine, but he is no idle priest, he learnt to wield a blade and was the shrines protector alongside his master. At least until he was sent at the age of 5 on a pilgrimage to search for an ancient lexicon removed from the shrine long ago.

Since that time Mzark has wondered the world, for 2 years he has travelled the world and he is still no closer to his prize. In this time he has learnt much of the world beyond his village, and he has earned himself a fair number of friends and a great deal of gratitude in this time. However, he has also made himself a few enemies in the process.

Personality: Mzark is extremely pious and extremely honourable, Dragonborn and Paladins are this way by nature, one need only think what a combination of the two is like. Loyal, honest, ernest and protective, Mzark is usually quite upfront in his dealings with others.