* First official RP experience!*
I'll join, if I may. Also, I'm not a Morrowind player, so I'm apparently new to this 'Morrowind Skills' stuff.
Name: Atlas the World-Shaker.
Race: Nord/High-Elf Age: He is actually 210 years old due to his Elven blood, but his appearance is like that of a twenty-five year old Nord. Gender: Male. Birthsign: The Lady. Alignment: Good, but sometimes Neutral.
Skin Color: Yellowish white. Eye color: Cyan. Hair Color: Strawberry Blonde. Hair Length: Tied into a pony tail, so probably past his ears. Special Appearance: A red tattoo of a giant, four armed man holding Nirn with both of his hands is tattooed on his lower right cheek.
Class: World-Breaker
Class Description:
One of the ancient warriors hailling from the frigid north, Atmora, the World-Breakers can shake the land surrounding them by pounding on the ground.
However, this great ability comes with a great price. Those who want to learn the art of World-Breaking must sacrifice their hearts and soul and give it to the Shaman who will use the energy coming from the heart to strenghten the Learner. They do not feel pain nor emotions, they are just living dead, merciless cold destroyers of the North. The only way to kill a World-Breaker is to decapitate him or her.
Skills (Morrowind Skills): Blunt Weapon, Heavy Armor, Axe, Spear, Block, Unarmed and Armorer. Major Skills (5): Blunt Weapon, Heavy Armor and Block. Minor Skills(5): Axe, Spear, Armorer and Unarmed
Armor: He wears a full set of Nordic Iron armor, only it's enchanted to protect the wearer from harmful fire based attacks. He also donning a large Royal Blue cape and hood, concealing his armor if need be.
Weapon(s): A Stahlrim mace hanging on his waist, with a large Steel Halberd on his shoulders.
Food/Drink: A bag smoked Boar meat, a cut of cheese, a loaf of bread and a classic Nordic Ale. Alchemical( And Potions): A dozen of Healing potions in his messenger bag. Literature: None. Personal Belongings: None, save for his armor and weapons. Gold: Enough to get a full set of Dwarven armor or to rent a room for three days.
Bio: Born before the Imperial Simulacrum, Atlas has been gifted with the strength of the Nords but with the Intelligence of the Altmer, combining it into a deadly combination of wit and strenght.
He trained under the wings of his father and many other Heroes, becoming a formidable warrior. While his Elven mother insisted him to study magic, he stubbornly refused signing up for the Legion instead.
Then, the chaotic Simulacrum started and disaster struck. His father was brutally slain by Redguard soldiers. Hearing the news, he went into berserking Rampage winning countless wars for Skyrim against Hammerfell. And as a reward, a Shaman offered to turn him into a World-Breaker.
He accepted immediately and completed the Rite of Reavers.
190 years passed, and the Oblivion Crisis decimated Skyrim. Although he did his best to defend his homeland against the Daedric horde, he ultimately failed.
For ten years he became an exile, and after visiting his mother's house, the Order of the Black Dragon attacked. Taking up his weapons once again, he fought valiantly but was defeated and sent to High Rock by the Order to turn him into one of them. They succeded many times to control him, but Atlas resisted.
Little did they know, Atlas the World-Shaker has the heart of a lion.
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Aaanndd done! I hope I didn't uber it up.
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Djinn: What wish would you like to have, young master? Random dude: SUPA POWAZ! -- Djinn: Is there anything I could make true, lord? Old guy: .. Youth and charisma. -- Djinn: Your heart speaks of wanting. I could make it true, milord. Me: Hmmm. I wish to know what I want. Then you could hook me up in some insidious deal, spirit.
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