Kidnapped! (Discussion), RP Planning Thread Options

[Uleni Athram]

So since things have calmed down here considerably, I find myself facing ... withdrawal. From an addiction I have not indulged in since .. well, since forever. So! If any of you fellows ever want to RP, just know that I'll be on board on any plots you guys are concocting but can't proceed with because of a lack in manpower.

I may also have some unused RP plots lying around here, so there's that too!

[Uleni Athram]

Full Name: Acilius
Nickname/Alias: Poryphel the Gallant
Race: Altmer and Redguard Halfblood
Age: 19
Birthsign: The Ritual

Birthplace: The Imperial City
Professions: Former Ancestor Monk-in-Training. Currently a low-ranked Blades operative.

Appearance: Acilius is unique in that he has traits attained from his parents, yet looks nothing like them. He has the height of the High Elves, the skin of the Redguards. He has the sharp bone structure of the elves, even a blunted mockery of their pointy ears, but he has the eyes of a true Hammerfellian and a jovial countenance known only from them. He has violet eyes and he has white hair, which he keeps long and braided in the style of the ancient Ra'Gada warriors. His build accommodates his height; he is muscular, broad in chest, shoulders and arms, but lean in hips and legs.

People call him exotic for these.

Personality: He is brash, he is arrogant; the passionate fire of youth burns bright in him. He is idealistic, believing in the supremacy of valor and honor, and while he might be a pompous little braggart, he will not hesitate to do what is right.

Weapons; A Blades' Katana. A Legion punching dagger.
Armors and Clothing: He wears a leather brigandine over his blue tunic, and a pair of long iron vambraces protects his forearms. He has a utility belt, storing his potions and other tools, ranging from lockpicks to throwing knives. He has tight beige pants. to maximize freedom of movement, studded with leather armor around his vital parts. He has knee length boots, legion made.

History: He was the product of a tryst between High Chancellor Ocato and a representative of Hammerfell. Since neither wanted the scandal that would be involved in raising him, it was mutually decided he would be raised here in Cyrodiil. Hammerfell, a society built upon the ancient rituals of honor, had no use for bastards, while Cyrodiil, ever the land of opportunity, could provide him with several chances. Ocato, seeing the need for more agents in the Empire in lieu of the Events popping here and there, sent him to the Ancestral Monks for training.

Acilius grew to hate the dull and repetitive lifestyle of the monks. He was sick of the endless drills, the unending intonations, and meditations that seemed to last for eternity. When he was 17, he decided it was time for him to experience the world fully, and ran away in the middle of the night. He only had his katana, his clothes and some meager rations to last him a few days.

Three miles in, and he was caught by the Blades.

Normally, deserters were punished with harsh disciplinary action, but the leader of the group that caught him was taken in by the defiance Acilius showed. In his teenage years, still growing, the young halfblood showed a natural talent for combat when he matched three fully trained Blades to a stand still, though not without wounds. Impressed, they took him to Cloud Ruler Temple, where they began to mold him into a Blade. He was a natural for it and he grew to love his surroundings.

Then the Crisis happened.

Although still a trainee, Acilius volunteered himself for the front lines against Dagon's hordes, aiding the besieged Cyrodiil in whatever way he could. His claim to fame would be the closing of a Gate near the Temple of the Ancestral Monks. When it was all over, and Dagon banished by the Avatar, Acilius once again volunteered himself for the extermination of the Empire's enemies.