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[ureniashtram]

No one really knows how it happened.

Almost all of Cyrodiil and the surrounding borderlines were affected by an unknown disease. I knew that this epidemic was nothing we've ever seen. Three months back, the Royal Healers and the Guild of Mages was working on a cure. It was a promise that they never kept. An associate of mine brought me terrible news. Instead of killing this virus, they unknowingly amplified it!

It started in the Imperial City itself.

(the next part of this paper is stained with ink and blood. A sharp eye can detect the words 'died from the disease' and 'tore each other'.)

... so I warn that whoever read this, make haste to Anvil! Ships from (blotched with ink) has arrived and is ferrying those fortunate to a safe place!

May the Nine give us strength in these times of bereavement,

Courier Ra'Jhibus.

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Another 'Cyrodiil-is-doomed' RP. Only this time though, no major wars have ensued.

So here's the deal (I'm going to leave some spoilers hidden, because I don't wanna spoil it to those who joins and hey, it causes some anxiety and curiousity right?);

The Empire is struck with an epidemic. It was so powerful, thousands were put to the grave. The Mages Guild and the Royal Healers joined hand-in-hand to combat tis threat before it can do further damage. However, instead of finding a cure by studying the plague, they accidentally created a CURE THAT AMPLIFIES the DISEASE. Oblivious, the citizens of the Empire bought the cure and guess what?

They died and .. Y'know. Arose from death and killed the living. The Zombies now roams the forests of Cyrod in overwhelming numbers, hunting down those who survived.

Some survivors that fortunately did not buy the 'cure', rallied to each other and sent requests of help from the other provinces. (Spoilerish) sent ships in Anvil to ferry the survivors to their homeland.

But a handful of survivors believed that other survivors are trapped in other cities, needing of aid. So they sent fast-footed couriers on horses guarded by surviving Legionnaires, also on horses, to the other cities.

What remains to be seen is IF there are other survivors who received the letters of aid.
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Character Sheet

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Age:
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Personality:

Surviving Skills (Major Skills):
Helpful Talents (Minor Skills and other Odd Perks):

History and Background:


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Well.. Here's hoping that this RP doesn't die the minute that its born, eh? If you have any questions, PM me or post it in the Planning Thread I'm gonna create when somebody joins..

This post has been edited by ureniashtram: Mar 13 2011, 01:20 PM

[ureniashtram]

Name: Cyldreen
Gender: Male
Age: 42
Race: Breton

Appearance: Burned. Completely incinerated. If he still had his skin, he would've had a rough jaw, defiant chin and chiseled marble eyes. But alas, with his crooked nose and pointed ears of his half-elven heritage, he can be considered a demon of hell itself.

(http://images.halloweencostumes.net/latex-freddy-krueger-mask.jpg)


He doesn't wear heavy armor, as it would hamper his movement. A hardboiled leather vest over his red tunic, and leather coverings over his black trousers. Tailored boots for his feet. Always carries two elven axes strapped to his waist and a back-up longsword.
Notable Appearance: Apart from his melted skin, none.
Personality: Demented. Sociopath. He doesn't get along well with company unless he has to. Cunning. He constantly plans schemes in his head and will use generally uncalled advantages to get what he desires. Has a discerning eye for weaknesses, and an obsession with pain to himself and to others. And also, quasi-cannibalistic.

Surviving Skills (Major Skills): Axes, Medium armor, Long Blade
Helpful Talents (Minor Skills and other Odd Perks): Light Armor and Destruction.
Odd Perks

Murderous Frenzy: Celdryn can whip himself up in frenzy, clouding his mind with anger and hatred. Just like Zaeed's Rage, only watered down and focusing more on tirelessness and stamina.

Unnerving Admiration: A painlover.. Means he loves pain and thus cannot be 'truly' harmed.

Serpentine Mind: Celdryn can detect weaknesses (chink in armors, the way one handles a sword etc) that can give him advantages in various situations.

History and Background: Born to an odd couple of a skooma addict and a con queen, the man who would be known as the most infamous serial killer grew up in the rough city of Bravil. Celdryn's childhood was ripe with fistfights, group beatings and generally violent things. This happened until he killed seven people in a bloody gang fight. Immediately, his mind was poisoned with the sensation of killing people. The seeds of bloodlust was thus permanently sown into his mind. He layed low until the dust settled and went back home in Bravil.

With twin axes clutched in his hands, he entered the Silverhome of the Water. He rushed off to kill everybody there, the innocents' scream pushing Celdryn more into the cliffs of madness. The screaming, obviously, attracted the attention of the nearby guards and Fighters Guild mercenaries. When they arrived, unrecognizable chunks and dismembered limbs forced their image into the guards' mind. They found the perforator(sp?) sitting calmly on a chair, blood dripping on his lips and smothered with stains.

They set upon him likes wolves against a lone rival. And the lone wolf emerged, although badly broken. They had mage in there and before Celdryn cleaved his head from the cheek, he cast a spell the burned the the wine and mead kegs. The fires immediately consumed anything they touched. Within minutes, the Silverhome was burning. Celdryn barely escaped alive and, like all serial killers, went into hiding. For seven months, none heard of Celdryn.

Then, he sprang into action and went to satisfy his bloodlust.

He killed thirty six in a rampage in Cheydinhal. Twenty eight by ambushing unwary travellers on the road on Chorrol. Forty four in a social gathering in Alinor in which he managed to infiltrate. Ten in Ald'Ruhn, before he was chased out by Redoran warriors. When he was in Skyrim, he killed approximately eighty two by raiding unsuspecting villages. In his ancestral homeland, he managed to murder several politicians before escaping. Fifty seven in Hammerfell. Eighty nine in the very castle of the Mane in Elsweyr. Twenty eight in the elusive swamps of Blackmarsh. Thirty eight in Valenwood.

He was branded the sobriquet 'The Silent Butcher' for silent efficiency of his murders.

He was finally caught by bounty hunters in his hideout in Bravil. He was sentenced to various executions by various countries, until it was decided that he take fair trial in the Imperial City. Just before he could hang his head onto the guillotine before the amassed public, he managed to break free of his bonds and escape, sowing chaos once again. When he left the Sundered City of Kings, he vanished like a ghost, laying low once again.

Three years passed before he struck again, this time with more precision and focus.

After the tremendous damage he had done to Tamriel once more, he felt the bloodlust slowly dissapitating and decided to take a 'break' from his genocidal hobby. He managed to infiltrate the Imperial City and searched for a decent inn where he could lay down and drink some mead.

This post has been edited by ureniashtram: Apr 5 2011, 08:26 PM