Leoven

High-Casual | The Rivalry of Guns, Drugs & Love

@HushedWhispers I finished her history. I kind of went ahead and made up a part of their family's story. I hope that's okay.

Ignis Aurum Probat: A Skyrim Roleplay

I kind of want to start before this week is over, but uni's is being a bitch. I will try to get the starter post up by Friday.

@Leoven

Lol nvm then. I was installing Dragon Age and it was taking forever so I decided to write up the first post which holy shit was longer than I planned. You don't need to keep up with that length. I kinda want the direction of this to be character-driven, depending on the information they receive from varying sources since they're generally going on a wild goose chase and attempting to liberate the holds they enter. Anyway, looking forward to roleplaying with everyone!

Ignis Aurum Probat: A Skyrim Roleplay

Kriisa Acillus

9th of Sun's Dawn, 4E 204 - Castle Dour, Solitude

"Sir, the Dovhahsken's mages have taken over our last remaining fort in the Pale," reported a young man clad in Imperial armour. Sweat dripped off his face and the colour seemed to have left his skin. It was surprising how he was still standing. "Our forces have been annihilated."

The harsh sound of General Tulius' fist slamming against the table filled the war chamber and was followed by deafening silence. The map laid before them, previously filled with red and blue flags detailing scouted locations of Imperial and Stormcloak camps was now filled with purple flags dotting nearly every inch of the strewn paper. Only five flags had remained - three reds and two blues - but now Tulius was forced to remove one of his. "Blasted dragons! When we signed that truce with Stormcloak I thought we'd be rid of this problem entirely, not have it kill my men and steal the lives of the innocent!"

"Sir, if I may, we could take this chance to launch an attack against the rebels instead. They've also suffered greatly because of the Dovhahsken's conquest and if we strike now, we could be one enemy short," added the soldier, which earned him a glare from the other person present in the room.

Legate Rikke was quick to intervene before Tulius could even contemplate agreeing to the boy's plan. "We need to collaborate with Ulfric to stop this dragon menace. If we continue to fight amongst ourselves, we'll be handing Skyrim to this dragon wrangler in a silver platter."

"One failed negotiation with that brute is enough and I will not risk the lives of my people once again simply because of a power-hungry madman. You there, Auxillary. Send word to the remaining troops. We march against Ulfric at dawn."

Before Legate Rikke could voice her concerns, the sound of a throat clearing halted all three in their tracks. Within a second, three swords were drawn just as the intruder's invisibility potion lost its effect. There, sitting on a chair behind Tulius was a young blonde woman clad in a dark green tunic and brown leather pants. She had her hands raised in front of her in a show of innocence and a small smile playing around the corners of her lips.

"You. I know you," the young soldier began, recognizing the pair of goggles that hung around her neck almost immediately. "Dark Brotherhood scum."

Kriisa rolled her eyes, groaning aloud. "Yes, yes. I am part of the Dark Brotherhood. There is no denying that." She almost grimaced at the memory of when her identity as a Dark Sister had been revealed by Thalmor agents, but she had kept her mouth shut for her family. Thankfully, the Dragonborn had chosen that time to storm the Embassy, albeit not knowing that an ally had been captured within. That had lead to a spread of news that had caused more trouble than it should. "But I'm not here to kill any of you. If I were, you'd all be lying in pools of your own blood." She couldn't help the almost maniacal grin that slipped through and struggled to compose herself once more.

She stood, still careful about the swords now pointed at her. "I'm here to help you with Starkad." Even saying the name left a foul taste in her mouth. Starkad. Traitor. A fallen hero. He was pathetic. She refused to humour him by calling him Dovhahsken. He did not deserve a title in the dragon's tongue. Not him.

"I want that son of a Hagraven's head crushed under my boots, and I believe it is in our mutual interest if we worked together." She let her gaze wander between Tulius and Rikke, ignoring the soldier completely. "Before you say anything, hear me out. I've sent a missive to allies of the Dragonborn, and any and all who wish to take up arms against Starkad. I do not need your army, but I do need the safety of your walls."

Three months after Starkad's initial attack in Whiterun and he had most of the province under his control. Only three major areas were still left standing as refuge for those who suffered under his tyrrany - Solitude, Windhelm, and High Hrothgar. The path to High Hrothgar was well-protected by the Greybears but Kriisa had heard rumours that Starkad planned on conquering it next, and she did not want possible allies to make the seven thousand steps climb. They were lacking in time as it was. She had also briefly considered Windhelm, but she doubted Ulfric would even listen to her after her arrow pierced one of Ulfric's leaders' head at a banquet of his. That left Solitude, the refuge of the Imperial Legion and citizens in the western part of Skyrim.

"You don't have to agree because you have no choice. Unless you Starkad to obliterate you and Solitude, you will help me kill Starkad and reclaim Skyrim." She kept her gaze levelled with Tulius. She needed to stand her ground against him. That was the only way to deal with people like him, she'd observed. Her eyes flicked towards Rikke and, seeing a hint of hesitation in her eyes, she added with a small, genuine smile, "Please. Think of it as a gift for my twenty-fifth name day."

She didn't have to wait for Tulius' response. As she'd said, he didn't have a choice in the matter. The door to Castle Dour opened, signalling the arrival of the first of those who received or saw Kriisa's message.

Ignis Aurum Probat: A Skyrim Roleplay

@El Noche Journalism, my friend. I absolutely loathe it but it is too late to shift majors.

Ignis Aurum Probat: A Skyrim Roleplay

I kind of want to start before this week is over, but uni's is being a bitch. I will try to get the starter post up by Friday.

Unnatural Campus

P R I S M

As Prism observed her companions' reaction to her inquiry, she silently wondered if she should have just left the topic alone. There seemed to be a heavy cloud of hate and hostility that surrounded it, and now it seemed to have tumbled over their little group. This has not been how Prism saw their trip going, especially not with how Jacket had reacted to what had been a playful and jocular question.

She raised her hands in a show of defense as she received the challenge of a fight and stern stare. No, she would most definitely not like to fight, but if Jacket made a move against her she'd have no choice but to defend, right? She side-eyed the cafe's owner who had been watching them the moment they walked in with distrusting eyes. She was sure that if they caused a ruckus here with their fighting, especially after how Jacket reacted to the Blood Mage inquiry, they would have more trouble than they could handle.

Not that that doesn't sound fun, she thought to herself, but a quick look down to the terrarium hanging from her neck reminded her why she had to be a little more careful for a while. Not yet.

"Right. Totally not a Blood Mage, then. Roger," The eye roll that followed her statement rang true to the sarcasm of her words, but she quickly followed it up, not wanting to further agitate Jacket, "Come on, Jacket. This was supposed to be a fun-filled field trip. As much as I'd happily oblige fighting you, this is neither the time nor the place."

She sighed internally. She had meant to appease him, not further rile him up with her words but they tumbled from her mouth without her discretion. Damn it all, the fight on the ship had been exciting and she wanted to try her hand at it too, but things just weren't ready yet.

"Look. How about we just drop the-"

The pink-haired boy, the one Mikkish had been fighting, appeared out of nowhere and began speaking about how he was interested in learning blood magic. The surprise hadn't hit Prism as intensely as it had Sera as she had been feeling another life force following them around, but she hadn't expected it to be him. Or another human being.

Sera had whirled around, weapon ready, and the commotion had attracted the eyes of the cafe's patrons. Grimacing to herself, Prism stood slowly and placed a hand on Sera's shoulder. "You might wanna drop that. He's not here to cause trouble, although I think we may have overstayed our welcome here." She let her gaze wander around their little group before settling on Jacket. "Seriously, I think the owner has a shotgun in there. Unless you want a mouthful of shells, I recommend we go out, do our business, and settle grievances when we're not inside a place that could burn to the ground."

Her body hummed with adrenaline that begged to be released. She knew that with the lack of fighting, she would have to devote this excess of energy to working out. A light groan escaped her lips. That would be boring as hell. The wait had better be worth it.

You've Been Marked

I second the incident idea. Or maybe something lighter like a festival of some sorts that brings some of the species together in an area.

High-Casual | The Rivalry of Guns, Drugs & Love

So she's here. I hope this is okay.

I don't want to write the history yet because I want to ask you some things about the Edmund family since they are npcs... I'd kinda like to know how they are as a family and what they do and all that.

Character Name

AJ Edmond

”Life is full of illusions - from the illusion of choice to the illusions I create - but rest assured that I am not one of them.” –AJ

Name;;

Avery Josephine Edmond

Nickname;;

She actually prefers to be called AJ instead of her full name because she sees it as too girly. Some people also jokingly call her 'Dud' or 'Pirate' because of her abilities, and she hates it even though there was no real malice behind those names.

Age;;

20

Gender;;

Female

Sexuality;;

Pansexual

Relationship Status;;

Single

Role;;

Edmond Family - Middle Daughter

Appearance;;

AJ stands at five foot six with an athletic build. Her jet black hair is often left alone, as messy as it is when she woke up or pulled up in a ponytail, as she feels this adds to her image. While her vision is not the best, she almost never wears her glasses and opts for wearing transparent contacts to not hide her dark brown eyes. AJ mostly wears dark leather jackets and jeans, simply because she finds them comfortable. Most of her concentration goes to maintaining the illusion on her left leg, hiding the prosthesis and making it seem like normal.
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Likes;;

People-watching | Sweets | Horror movies | Video games | Rain/Cold weather | Cats | Lazing around with friends | Gorgeous clothes | Music

Dislikes;;

Dogs | Being mocked | Coffee | Embarrassing situations | Being called "Dud" or "Pirate", or anything implicating her as a liar | Waiting | Unnecessary tasks | Sports, specifically track

Hobbies;;

Singing | Playing video games | Studying patterns for her illusions

Habits;;

Dozing off | Pen-spinning | Can imitate other people's tone of voice almost perfectly | Inserting references that the people she converses with don't understand

Fears;;

Her prosthesis being discovered by people outside her family | Dogs | Public humiliation

Personality;;

♦ Honest ♦ Sensitive ♦ Warm ♦ Flighty ♦

While at first sight, one might think of AJ as intimidating or harsh due to her choice in clothing, or deceitful and manipulative once they find out what she can do, AJ is not even close to any of those things. Because of her ability, AJ made a promise to herself ever since she was a child that she would be honest in everything that she was and she had always stayed true to this promise. She always has a bright smile on her face simply because she likes what she sees in the world around her. She's optimistic and bright, despite her outward appearance, and enjoys all the little things in life. She's the type of person to always keep change in her pockets for beggars and hum a nice little tune under her breath as she walks down the streets.

Despite this, her ability still has a huge impact on how people perceive her and this has led to some unsavory developments. Even simple comments not meant to mock her causes AJ to lash out out of hurt, especially when it refers to her family or her ability. Bravery is also not one of her best points. Being physically weak in dangerous times, AJ takes advantage of her perceived image but when confronted, she will never take the offensive. Her impatience does not bode well for her, as it sometimes leads to bad decisions that causes more trouble for her than she can handle, and most of the time she cannot rely on her ability to get her out of it.

Ability;;

Illusion - AJ can create illusions and project them on both herself and her surroundings. She can make people see, smell, and hear things that are not there or different from what currently exists. She mostly uses this abolity to change her appearance, to camouflage with her surroundings, and to create traps for anyone who opposes her.

Limitations;;

AJ's illusions are not concrete and do not actually harm someone directly. She can also only create small and concentrated illusions with ease and bigger illusions that have stronger effects take an insane amount of concentration. Since the nature of her ability is widely known, it can sometimes lose its intended effect when her targets know she's there.

History;;

AJ's earliest memory was of a day when she was merely three years old. She remembered a shabby little place, a number of toys strewn around the floor, and her mother. She remembered laughing despite the harsh conditions of their living space, and she remembered being happy. Perhaps it was then that her mother's upbeat and optimistic attitude rubbed off on her either due to her mother's ability or simply heredity. Still, it was what defined the two of them - smiling despite everything.

Her mother had only been eighteen when her lover at that time impregnated her. He had ran off, using his own ability to hide forever from AJ and her mother, and that left Leah to care for herself and her growing daughter on her own. Her family had urged her to abort the baby as they believed she couldn't handle the responsibility yet but Leah had felt something about the child inside her. She just knew that AJ would be bright and beautiful, and she had been right. Leah worked hard, striving to provide a good life for her daughter, but life was rough in Millbrook for those who weren't members of the mafia families that ruled the city. She had to struggle to even provide their meal for the day, and this level of hardship only worsened as AJ grew and time passed by.

Their saving grace came in the form of AJ's accident. She had been twelve then and had, in secret, ran off to try and help her mother provide for them. Young as she was, she hadn't known where to start and eventually wandered off into the wrong neighbourhood. One thing lead to another and several older kids began to bully her thinking that she had money. Their abilities were far more combat oriented than hers - which, at that time, had been weak - and it didn't take long for them to corner her. As fate would have it, the same group of kids had caused some trouble for Johnny Edmond and he'd come to their usual hangout spot to exact his revenge. He had caught them just as they loomed over AJ and a fight soon broke out. AJ's memory of the event had been fuzzy, and all she knew was that something that sounded like metal broke and unbearable pain rose from her left leg. She had passed out and when she awoke, she was in the hospital. Her leg had suffered from a major infection and the only solution was to cut it off before it spread throughout her body. In that operation room, the love story of her mother and Johnny began.

Leah and Johnny had married each other when AJ was fifteen, integrating the two of them into the mafia family. It hadn't been easy at first but AJ eventually grew closer to her step-siblings and she loved them unconditionally. She's not well adjusted to the mafia life, but enjoys it nonetheless. If it meant her mother didn't have to suffer anymore then that was all good with her.

Extra;;

I really liked the bear from The Revenant

Ignis Aurum Probat: A Skyrim Roleplay

@Karos That's be much appreciated. I'm a bit familiar with Skyrim and Oblivion myself but Morrowind escapes me since I never got around to playing it. Welcome, my co-gm!

Academy of Bloodlines

Stupid me failed to notice that Elizabeth had already been mentioned in the main post. Anyway, I went for Caligula. Annea is still a wip for now but I should finish her up soon.

Annea

Annea Sears

Name: Annea Lucan Sears
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Nationality: Roman-American

Appearance: Annea is quite short, standing at only five foot three with a slender build. Her light brown hair is often tied in two messy french braids. Dark-rimmed glasses hide her cold amber eyes and often allow her to look more intimidating than she usually is. Her clothing style is formal and feminine, usually favouring a custom-made suit of varying shades of brown and grey. She has a fading scar running from below her right ear down to her collarbone.

Ancestor: Gaius Julius Caesar Augustus Germanicus aka Caligula

Skills:

Short Biography:

Heritage: Annea's birth family knew of their relation to Caligula and the brewing magic within the earth, and they feared that Annea - child as she was at that time - would one day awaken with power and madness that rivalled the great emperor himself. This had been the cause of the "incident" in Annea's childhood. When Annea was finally informed of her heritage at the age of sixteen, she had kept it to herself. She had initially shared the same fears as her biological parents had but as the months passed by, her disposition towards the matter changed and she embraced it. Her ancestor may have been homicidal and deranged but he had been emperor, and a great one at that. Who was to say that should a great power awaken in Annea, she wouldn't be able to control it? She would become the master of this magic, unlike Caligula. She had to make sure of it.

Other: