Little Italy

Sᴋʏʀɪᴍ ᴘʀᴘ w/ Lɪᴛᴛʟᴇ Iᴛᴀʟʏ

Yeah there's a lot of ambiguous shit I don't mind filling in ourselves tbh

Sᴋʏʀɪᴍ ᴘʀᴘ w/ Lɪᴛᴛʟᴇ Iᴛᴀʟʏ

Yeah I'll be honest, I didn't even look up the actual dialogue and just went off of what I remember from doing the quest XDDDD

Sᴋʏʀɪᴍ ᴘʀᴘ w/ Lɪᴛᴛʟᴇ Iᴛᴀʟʏ

Wow I finally POSTED DAMMIT

Sᴋʏʀɪᴍ ᴘʀᴘ w/ Lɪᴛᴛʟᴇ Iᴛᴀʟʏ

Elle had a feeling that what awaited them tomorrow would be more than interesting. Terrifying is the word she would use. It seemed the Greybeards were a peaceful sort, but maybe they were threatened by her existence and sought to destroy or capture her. Or she could just be paranoid and they just wanted to understand and help her. She would find out tomorrow, no use worrying abut it tonight. She was grateful for her brief outing, even if she had almost gotten them both poisoned via the trap she had set off. She decided to focus on that instead, and the contents of the journal she had found.The night was cool and crisp compared to the dank chill of the barrow, but she much preferred the warmth of the inn. Thankfully the return to their lodging was uneventful, and she retired to her room after bidding Nil goodnight in return.

Sleep didn't evade her for long this time. If she had any dreams, she didn't remember them, and the next thing she knew, sun was filtering through the window onto her face, its warmth and light causing her to stir. Her eyelids fluttered open as she sat up and stretched, sitting still for a moment as she gathered the motivation to get out of the bed and don her armor. With a soft sigh, she got to her feet and went about getting ready for the long trek up the mountain, a knot of nerves starting to form in her stomach once more. While she knew at least some of her questions would be answered, she was afraid that it would open more doors to the unknown, and almost dreaded what was in store. Was she really cut out for this? Would the Greybeards be disappointed that, out of all the warriors in Tamriel, she was the one who held the power to slay dragons? After all, they were probably expecting some tough warrior with a fighting background, which she was most definitely not.

Similar thoughts swirled around her head as she went out into the inn, making straight for the innkeeper, Wilhelm, who stood behind the counter. "Excuse me," she hailed him, setting the journal she had discovered the night before upon the counter, "My companion and I recovered this from the nearby barrow, belonged to a fellow named Wyndelius. You wouldn't happen to know of him?" she asked.

He looked surprised, picking up the leather-bound pages and leafing through to the last page. "Wyndelius, you say? Aye, he headed out to the barrow long ago. If you're bringing me this... I assume he's dead then?" he asked, to which he received a solemn nod from Elle. "A damn shame, that. Well, thank you for bringing me the journal. I guess that place wasn't haunted after all. I suppose it's only fitting I give you this," he turned around and unlocked a safe before facing her again, a dragon claw in his hand, much like the golden one that activated the door in Bleak Falls Barrow. This one appeared to be made of sapphire, judging by the brilliant blue stones adorning it.

Elle picked it up tentatively and smiled, "Thank you, glad we could help," she said, though she got a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. If what was behind that door was anything like the first one, she wasn't sure that she was ready to open it just yet, not until she had a better grasp of the situation. She decided to keep the key to herself for now, storing it in her pack with the rest of her things. She would tell Nil about it later, maybe they could go back to the barrow once they were done up on High Hrothgar.

Ain't that a Kick in the Poker Face [Graviloquence & Little Italy]

Aᴜʀᴇʟɪᴀɴ

"I ᴄᴀᴍᴇ, I sᴀᴡ, I ʜᴀᴅ ɴᴏ ɪᴅᴇᴀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀs ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴɪɴɢ."

Basic Information

Name: Aurelian
Nickname: as of now, none
Gender: male
Age: 22
Race: a bit of a mutt, it's hard to tell, though predominantly Venezuelan and Indian
Affiliation: The Legion
Karma: has no clue what the fuck to do with this kid tbh

Appearance

Aurelian

Physique: HECKIN STACKED DUDE

Height: 6'4

Weight: 190 lbs

Hair: Coffee brown and soft in texture, it's short around his ears while the top tends to lay in unkept curls.

Eyes: His eyes are a warm, faded green, the color of the sun filtering through leaves. The green is an olive shade, more muted than the flecks of gold around his pupils. They are very soft and honest in their gaze

Skin: Naturally a warm, even shade of brown, years of spending time outdoors under the desert sun have darkened his skin into a bronzed tan.

Scars / Markings / Etc: Hypertrophic burns span the width of his chest, reaching up over his collarbones to the base of his neck. They're also scattered down his left arm closer to his shoulder.

Clothing Description:

Identity

Personality: His first impression can be rather off putting, but not in the way you would expect. There's an expectation of legionaries to possess a wary kind of rudeness, but instead he is very mellow and friendly, and is kind to strangers that don't start shooting first. Despite his violent faction and the cruelty of his fellow Legionaries, Aurelian is a very passive sort. A bit of an outsider and an anomaly within the Legion, he is a sweet natured young man with a surprisingly sunny outlook. His first instinct is to be warm rather than hostile, unless the situation calls for otherwise. More of a beta personality, he's content to follow the lead of those who have proven they are capable and is not one to argue unless he sees a dire need for it. He's genuine in his disposition, and nothing about his persona is manufactured or a facade. He is non-confrontational in nature, and does not challenge others unless they egg him on first, which has made him generally well liked among his peers and superiors.

He is of rather simple intelligence, and is not book smart in any regard. Most social cues go over his head as well. He takes things very literally, so jokes, metaphors, and figures of speech are kind of lost on him.

However, his knowledge of fighting is his saving grace, as he is very savvy in combat situations. His physical prowess and fighting skill make him a force to be reckoned with, and keeps other legionaries from trifling with him.

Skills: He can fuck you up tbh

Weaknesses: to put it nicely, he is not a clever man

Likes: babies

Dislikes: when babies cry

Fears: being the reason a baby cries

Backstory: Aurelian was actually born Santana Mattu, his mother and father traveling merchants in the Mojave. Affectionately dubbed Santi by his Latina mother, the first two years of his life were spent traveling the Mojave with his parents and their little caravan of scavengers. It was far from glamorous, but they made it work. His memory of this time is completely gone, and he couldn't tell you a thing about it even if he wanted to. He was well behaved, as far as infants and toddlers go, but had yet to say a word even after he turned two. His parents never would get to hear him speak, as their caravan was set upon by legion soldiers. All the men were killed, and the surviving women, of whom there were three, were taken as prisoners. Santana's mother was not one of them. The only child, he was also spared, and because he was still a toddler, was placed in the care of the Legion priestesses to be raised and trained as a soldier with the rest of the boys. They changed his name to Aurelian, and his old one was quickly forgotten. Because he was young enough, he didn't have to undergo the same conditioning as the older children, and was told that he had always been a part of the Legion.

One of the priestesses, a woman dubbed Creusa, took a particular shine to the the orphaned toddler. He was much more docile than the other boys, and seemed more content to do as he was told, as far as small children go. He learned by observation rather than explanation, and saw the consequences of disobeying in the fate of the other boys rather than having to learn the hard way himself. Creusa took a more personal and active role in his upbringing than most priestesses did with the children that they were charged with raising for Caesar, which is probably what saved Aurelian from turning out as harsh and jaded as the others. This also resulted in a greater respect for women in general compared to the rest of the legion.

He was a hardy child, and thrived in the lifestyle the legion provided, physically at least. He was taller and tougher than the other boys his age, which probably saved him from a lot of physical bullying, on account of the fact that disposition wise, he was always very soft. This milder character was heavily influenced by Creusa, as she wanted to shield him from as much she could without getting in trouble with higher ranking legionaries. This made him a bit of a social outcast when he was small, though it confused him more than bothered him.

Equipment

Weapons:

1x machete
1x cowboy repeater

Aid:

Miscellaneous:

3x Stealth boys

Skills and Stats

S.P.E.C.I.A.L:

• S: 8
• P: 6
• E: 7
• C: 4
• I: 2
• A: 8
• L: 5

Tagged Skills: Melee weapons, survival, sneak

Perks:

• Toughness
• Cowboy
• Rad Child

Relationships

Relationship Status: Single

Love Interest(s): None, he doesn't really get the concept

Family: His mother and father [both deceased] are unknown to him. The only "family" he has is the Legion.

Friends / Allies:
Act I:

• Vulpes Inculta [ally] -
• Creusa [friend] - a Legion priestess who raised him. Kind, but devoted to the Legion and their ideology. She is very spirited and devoted, these traits combined with her beauty landing her in the role of a Legion priestess to begin with. She was in her early twenties when Aurelian was placed in her care, and soon became very attached to him, since he seemed very keen on being wherever she was, having just been separated from his mother.
• Scipio [friend] - A few years younger than Aurelian, they bonded when they were young due to the fact that neither of them quite fit in with the other boys. Scipio was small and socially awkward, which made him an easy target for the meaner children. At Creusa's prompting, Aurelian defended the younger boy from being picked on and they went on to become as close as brothers.

Enemies: While he has no personal vendettas, generally anyone who is against the Legion is an enemy (as per his training).

Miscellaneous

Theme Song(s):

Personal Theme:

• Legionarie: The Wolf -- Fever Ray

Battle Theme:
Misc:


Other:

Ain't that a Kick in the Poker Face [Graviloquence & Little Italy]

I KNOW IT'S GONNA BE EPIC

Sᴋʏʀɪᴍ ᴘʀᴘ w/ Lɪᴛᴛʟᴇ Iᴛᴀʟʏ

Elle flipped back through the journal to see if there was any documentation of the recipe, and shook her head. "I'm afraid not," she replied, glancing up, "But, I bet the potion in this," she moved over to the table and picked up a tall flask, purple and turquoise in color, "Is the stuff that made him appear spectral," she guessed, uncorking the top to peer inside. She had no plans on actually drinking it, now didn't seem like a good time. But Nil was right, it may come in handy some day. One never knows when the need might arise to scare the pants off someone. She replaced the cap and offered it to him, having spied another one on the shelf; one for each of them.

"Seeing as we don't have the claw to open that puzzle door," she said, tucking the journal in her belt and picking up the second glass philter, "There's not much else to be done here, so we might as well go back and at least try to get some sleep. Ten thousand steps is a long trek." Compared to their other adventures, this midnight outing was very tame, and had helped take edge off of her anxiety about the future. Maybe she might be able to get some rest now. She needed it, no doubt. Something told her she wouldn't be able to rest easy again for a long time.

Ain't that a Kick in the Poker Face [Graviloquence & Little Italy]

LIT FAM

Ain't that a Kick in the Poker Face [Graviloquence & Little Italy]

Let's just do one more lil collab to make things easy cause this next bit is gonna be all dialogue anyway

Ain't that a Kick in the Poker Face [Graviloquence & Little Italy]

Honestly tho. Whatever you wanna do man. I think technically it's my turn to post, so we could do one more little collab to set them on their way to Primm? Or we could just collab the whole frickle frackin RP.