You'd better lock your door tonight.

You may consider who your agreeing to sex from.

ha ha ha... will do ol' chum



hmm... didn't think about that... curses

u always have to think of it. ......Is your guy carring more than 20 septims?

This post has been edited by DarkHunter: Apr 19 2006, 11:36 AM

Name : Thiras Nirevin

Race : Imperial

Class : Thief/Accidental Adventurer

Age : 22

Sex : Male

Appearance : Slightly built (not meaning thin, but built slightly. , brown eyes brown hair.)

Equipment : (this is somewhat optional,) of course it is Danny wanny. A silver longsword (sigh - stolen), some nice clothes (displayed in the screenshoot (to come) - stolen), and - thats just about it. Maybe a couple coins (yes - stolen.)

Allegiance : Undecided (yeah, he's the undecided man)

Personality : The usual gamer10 personality. For those of you who don't know it I'll explain it down here

Always mildly on edge, and very unfriendly, but not rude (which is sorta a change I guess). Antisocial - says it all.

Brief History : Born and raised in Skingrad,Cyrodiil, he'd never before traveled out of his native province until his father and mother both disappeared one night, leaving him to fend for himself. He know's they left for a reason, or he thinks so. He took care of himself from the age of 13 onwards, providing himself with food and a place to sleep - even if he had to procure these in an illegal manner. Eventually he set out for Skyrim, not purposely, he just happened to start walking in one direction and end up eventually reaching the province. Throughout all his time travelling, his pickpocketing skills have been the most useful.

Other Relevant info : Makes enemies very easily, don't piss him off. Oh, he is a criminal yet uncovered, and has a nifty skill at lockpicking.

Note: I will definitely add more later, this is much to short right now.

This post has been edited by gamer10: Apr 20 2006, 12:19 AM

Bloody hell.. No one else is a theif in the last play and I choose to be one now and theres like a crap load of them..

Name : Aaron Christophe

Race : Imperial

Class : Adventurer/Ranger

Age : 19

Sex : Male

Appearance : Meduim to tall height. Medium length brown hair. Kinda Boyish look, still unknown to the world

Equipment : Brown Leather Jerkin, Long-Armed Green undershirt (woodland colours), Slightly baggy brown leather pants, Iron Shortsword, Shadowcaster (Custom bow, Steel bow with a darkness enchant (Blinds target for 3 seconds)) Worn brown cloak. Steel Arrows

Allegiance : Undecided

Personality : Young, is seeking for adventure. He hears tells of great valor, and adventures and wishes to be apart of them. Neither good or bad.

Brief History : Salinc, same location as Dalrus. Not to much special about Aaron. He is skilled with a bow as is any young man in the area, partly due to the fact that hunting is a staple form of food gathering.

Other Relevant info : He is seeking simple things, the glory of battle, the rights of passage, and Nirn renown. Little does he know that ideals such as those aren't easy to come by, and later on he will find out the price of real life.

Hey everyone, i just got back from beating the main quest in oblivon 4pc(no cheats, not on the blessed and first oblivion char. of mine), and it was freggin ausome!!!! yeah well after the last fight... i feel like RP'ing the heck outa this forum!!!

Name:Juliano Perenia

Race:imperial

Class: Blade Apprentice

Age:15

apperance: 5'4" small, and light peach eyes. un-natural gift for being a good swordsman and a investigator of crime scenes. scruffy, semi-long hair(tied up while wearing a helmet.)

Equipment: Wears a full set of blades armor customised for his size(and height) while on duty or running errands for his higher blade officials. Off duity, he tends to wear very expensive clothes. While off adventuring, he tends to wear an almost child-purpose variation of a black collored glass armor.He Weilds a daedric short sword with the soul of a xivilai daedra and tends to explode randomly on impact.Carries around 1000+gold on him all the time

Personality: A vengeful and aspiring blade apprentice. Happy,wise cracking, and very
funny. Also knows when to be serious. A genius with the sword; has taught and perfected many great swordsman in the blades. Very athletics and acrobatic, he is known to stand watch atop the roof of the library where he and jauffre live at night in chorrol and travel between there and the imperial citty cyrodiil.

History:Was the son of a rich and high ranking blade, but lost both his parents (who's mother was a blade also) when his father died protecting Uriel Septim and his mother died defending kvatch from the assault of daedra.He was inducted into the blades by grandmaster jauffre in honor of his parents. jauffre gave him a blade which his mother had sealed the soul of a daedra in.

alligiance: To the emperor/ The Blades/ all of cyrodiil

This post has been edited by CMX: Apr 22 2006, 05:23 AM

Except we are set in Skyrim.


Channler, its probably because of the revamped thief system people are being thieves now.

I was a thief in Morrowind thats it. I haven't really got to play Oblivion.

Not for me, I was thinking of the thief series myself so ha!

Thief is so bad! Ive got Thief two and I can't even get past the second level with guides!

Hehe, one word...Skill. Sorry mate, couldn't resist.

Honestly it is a pretty hard game and there's really no way to fight someone that knows you're there. You gotta sneak up on them if you want to do any damage...thats what makes it hard.

Name: Galadile

Age: well a couple hundred years but he is an elf and looks 24 in human years

Race: wood elf/high elf. called a Gaelmer

Job: ranger/archer

Appearance: Tall, around 6". He has long golden hair which is braided on the side (think LOTR elves) He is nimble and light. He has a soft appearance and light blue eyes.

Equipment: He wears strong adventuring pants and a light adventuring shirt. In times of battle though he wears a full set of elvish armor. He has a bow which he made at an early age and was infused with spells and the singing and chants of his tribe.

Bio: galadile comes from a wood elf tribe in the very center of Valenwood. The wood elves there are different from others, they have the same appearance yet they are taller, more nimble, and the men are taller than the woman. They are almost their own race a high elf/ wood elf combination. Unlike their woodelf neighbors they do not have high voices but more like the calm high elf voice. They are, of course, archers and galadile is a master marksmen. His tribe, being superior to other tribes because of their skill and knowlege and high elf blood, was whiped out by a coalition and his sister fled north with him. They are possibly the only Gaelmer elves left and his sister was at a very young age. She soon left and was taken care of by a breton family (soulseeker if its ok its going to be your family, and you think of her as your sister).

Galadile now roams and makes a living on the land. His tribe did not eat meat and instead chanted songs which brough fruit to grow wherever they were. He is an excellent fighter and often fights for who he thinks is right

I edited the other relevant info on my char's bio sheet. just so yall know

Well.. Question, how many characters can we run?

I'm planning on at most two.


Name : Malik

Race : Imperial

Class : Blade Raver

Age : Mid to late Twenties

Sex : Male

Appearance : Malik is gaunt and unnaturally pale with stark white hair. His sunken and bloodshot eyes are a dark shade of brown. His long and gangly body is covered in strange scars and wounds, some from himself some from those he combats. He wears leather bindings from his ankles to his knees and the rest is loose black pants. His shirt is either a loose fitting black tunic or a harness. He often wears hooks in his face to stretch back the skin, furthering his freakish appearince and applying further pain.

Equipment : Two large blades that interconnect together into a large double bladed weapon.

Allegiance : Agnar

Personality : Malik is depraved and psychotic. He is addicted to pain and loves nothing more to feel and cause suffering. He is obessessed with blood, often drinking it, though he is not a vampire. He works as a mercenary merely for the chance to kill and when not employed of indulges in torture and serial murder. He is manic when fighting or killing and cares nothing for his own safety, often perposefully putting himself in the way of harm.
His mood is not always that of a happy one, for when he gone too long without spilling blood and causing violence his mood drops and he becomes more and more desperate to kill. At his most desperate he goes to foolish and almost suicidal lengths to kill. His lack of care for his own safety, his emotional instability, addiction to murder, and untrusworthiness are simultaniously his greatest assets and biggest weaknesses.

Brief History :Malik grew up a sickly and scrawny child with his 3 brothers and abusive parents in a small dirty village within the province High Rock. He was always odd and fragile and was often made fun of and made beaten by his brothers, the neighbor children, and his parents.. Malik constantly babbled and talk to himself whilst rocking back and forth soemtimes cowered and pleading before invisible creatures and hiding from unseen dangers.
He would always play on his own whilst talking to himself by a dirt stream, often while being berrated with dirt clods and rocks.
One day by the said stream at the age of 12 he discovered a corpse. He was fascinated by it and would visit it every day. He named it and talked to it. When it started to rot it fascinated him, he was enraptured by the organs within and the maggots and flies that feasted on it. He became fascinated with death and would capture small animals and dissect them. He went even further and staged elaborate ceremonies where he would drink the blood of the animals he captured.

When he was 17 he captured a homeless man and removed his organs and drank his blood. He was discovered by his brother, whom ran to tell. Malik panicked and struck his brother in the back of the head with a rock. Afterwards he drug the body away, performing more odd and twisted experiments with it. Driven by his obsession with death he continued his gruesome work, capturing neighbors and even a few family members, for his sickening experiments. It couldn't last unfortunatly, and he was discovered by the poor townsfolk. When they tried to capture him he fought back like a cornered rat, killing many of them. He fled into the woods.

For months he dwelled there, killing travelers and drifters and dissecting them in his hut. He was discovered and forced out of the woods after some time and took to traveling and killing. Now a grow man he has made a name for himself as a mercenary, doing what he loves best and making money for it.... most the time.

Note: I plan on committing to this RP. THis is in all the respects the same Malik as before, since WOH never happened in this RP I'll just have to do him over.

Ahh...return of the demented pyschopath.

Fun.

I gave him a bit of a rewrite, but he's generally the same

Okay, here's my character, after reading through I decided the heir needs another companion so here goes. Not, this is the same as my third Oblivion character, altered to fit this story.

Name: Penne

Race: Bosmer

Class: Sage Apprentice

Age: 45 (young looking)

Sex: The big M

Appearance: Penne is a young looking Bosmer who hasn't lost the wonder and innocence in his face. He has tan skin, green eyes and long brown loosely braided hair that's pretty tangled up and usually just tight in a pony tail for lack of enthusiam about his own hair, or appearance in general.

Equipment: Penne wears a large fur jacket and fure hood due to him not being used to the cold. He carries a wooden bow with him at all times with poison arrows, and a poison dagger coated in a very rare poison (causes paralize for 120 seconds) is his trump card that he doesn't want to use since the plants required are very hard to come by in Skyrim (they have to be grown in doors). Lastly, he carries the Amulet of The Sage which gives him a big bonus in Restoration and Magicka but silences Destruction.

Allegiance: Heir

Personality: Penne takes his personality as a combination between Alphone and Edward from Fullmetal Alchemist, to give people who have seen that show a good idea. He's extremely determined and tenacious and talks back a lot, but at the same time is very gentle, soft-hearted and sweet. He hates the sight of blood more than anything and sometimes finds himself pulling stupid moves because he doesn't want to see anybody, even his enemies, harmed. Though, he has grown more cynical since he was when he lived in Valenwood, and has grown to accept has a lesson from his teacher that life must be taken to preserve the cycle of life some times. He is often forced to bite his tongue and accept that despite his inner instincts to preserve all life all the time.

Brief History: Penne was born in Falinesti, Valenwood, though as far as he knows he's always lived in a Sage Temple deep in the forests. he doesn't know why he was left there or circumstances of his birth. he was raised a Sage and gained amstery of all things Alchemical, his search for knowledge taking him to all regions in order to sample different plants and learn their properties. At the age of forty-four his temple was assaulted by bandits hunting for an ancient artifact only three people in the temple knew the existence of. On the edge of death his master told Penne of the location of the artifact and gave him a scroll of Levitation and a scroll of Icarian flight (or some equal to it the master some how came across throughout his life's travels) and told Penne to take the artifact and use the two scrolls to escape once he had it. His master also told him after he landed not to return to Valenwood for at least ten years, and when he came back, he would be the new master of the temple.

Penne did as he was told, barely managing to escape the temple with the amulet of The Sage and fly off as the bandits closed in on him. He used levitation to land softly in a strange frozen place. Naive, and filled with memories of all his dead brothers at the temple, Penne set off to figure out what to do with the next decade.

(Note, the difference between this and him in OB is in OB he landed on top and Imperial guard and was arrested for assault)

Other Relevant Info: <snip> I decided to scratch this idea as it'd add too much complication.

This post has been edited by DoomedOne: Apr 24 2006, 09:08 AM

You know it, you love it, Shogun's back.


Name: Sadril Darothril

Race: Dunmer (Was hoping there'd be a couple less of em, oh well. Just can't bring myself to play anything else)

Age: Well.... Due to his...condition it is plausable that he is quite old. In fact quite probable. You could almost say ancient. But he takes care of himself so he looks very young,

Class: Again I must be vague, he considers himself a Jack-of-all-trades, if you will. Granted, he has lived long enough to master a fair share of professions, but it's impossible to label him one particualr class. One day he may sport Ebony armor and a warhammer, the next, Glass and a bow, and later, a scroll toting mage... Who knows?

Sex: Male

Appearance: Young looking, Sadril has loose, oilly hair of a silver tone, brighter silver than usual for Dunmer. It grows wildly, but no lower than his neck, and usually hides his eyes, facial expressions, and otherwise genuinely handsome face. He stands at 5'9" and has the bodily appearance of an almost malnourished 20 year old, being unnaturally slender, but walks tall and gracefully. Usually garbed in black cloth armor (veterans of the night may recognize it as Shrouded Armor), but as stated in his class, will often change appearance. A quick glance of his smile may give away secrets to those who are observant, however.

Equipment: Constantly changes, most commonly however, he would be seen in the black cloth armor stated above and wielding a beautiful Akaviri Katana stained lightly with a red tint.

Allegiance: Allegiance? What's that?

Personality: UNDERGOING CHANGES

Brief History: Updated None is known about Sadril's past. He has played many important roles in his lifetime, but has never stuck to any one of them. Most recently however (I.E. the past 100 years or so) he has grown quite bored with daily life and began to, one by one, try out different guilds. The mage's guild disowned him because... Hell I'll just say it, he's a vampire; he left the fighter's guild complaining that they all whine too much and have egos bigger than their swords, and sword skills as he proved.. The thieves guild was to pacifistic for him, and the mythic dawn (he knows much about dark goin-ons) were to extremist and crazy.

The Dark Brotherhood was his last choice, and he became a widely accepted and valued member as he quickly rose through the ranks (being quite adept at the whole assassination thing). But, just recently, the DB he too left, though not quite as peacefully as the others (well the mage's guild was a fiasco, but that's a different story ). He left the DB because he felt it to be too ordered and civilised; and as he left he decided to go out with a bang and take one of their Speakers with him, just to show how much the DB relies on ordered powers. Although his plan backfired as he underestimated the Speaker's running speed, and Sadril was forced to settle with taking the life blood of a Silencer. He has since been pursued by the Dark Brotherhood, but they have yet to kill hm.


happy RPing

This post has been edited by ShogunSniper: May 1 2006, 03:49 AM

Welcome back sniper, nice to see you around again.