The Revival of Sutch Discussion Thread Options

[Elisabeth Hollow]

Two years ago or so, Colonel Mustard and Uleni decided to launch a major roleplay that entailed exploring the underworks of the abandoned Fort Sutch. Things happened, and the roleplay fell apart right before our characters could even get into the front door.

Uleni approached me about continuing the roleplay, and I said sure, why not? I offered to help as well, since Colonel isn't very active, so as well as playing a character, I will be co-DMing this ridiculous thing. I will be typing up a character sheet guide as well as letting Uleni decide all what he wants to be shared as far as plot goes.

Same basic concepts here, though. Don't take control of another person's character (no grabbing/killing/controlling the area unless previously agreed upon by the player(s) in question) Don't be an instigator, and for the love of Mara, remember we are trying to do something we enjoy.

If you, for any reason, need to tap out of the game, and you know it's only temporary, let Uleni or I know and we can figure something out. If it's permanent, we'll figure something out for that as well. Don't be shy, and don't be embarrassed.

This is pretty important: There is no minimum requirement of characters for each response. You don't need to write five-hundred words every time you post, as long as it's about a paragraph(three to seven sentences) I'm implementing this rule because I don't know about y'all, but my son is starting school and we are homeschooling him, he's got doc appointments, I've got books I'm writing, chores I'm doing, plus I'm looking for a job. I do not have time to sit around and write a thousand words per post.

This WILL be turn based. If you do not post twenty-four hours after the last player posts, you forfeit your turn. If you miss three turns in a row, you're out. We may send you a message first to check on you, but if you haven't logged in for a while, you will get a "sorry to see you go" message and will be out. If you'd like to return, we can discuss it. It's not guaranteed, but we can discuss it.

If you have a suggestion, absolutely come to one or both of us and we can discuss it.

You don't have to have the character you had before. If you played with us the last time it was around, you don't have to use your same character. You can make a new one. I know I am. Unfortunately, I can't use Kayla anymore without revealing some spoilers in her story, so I will be using another one.

I think that's the basics, so without further ado on my part, here's the character sheet:

Name/Alias:

Age:

Race:

Gender(if applicable):

Alignment(if you wish to tell):

Equipment and gear(clothing falls under this as well)

Back story:

[Uleni Athram]

Here we meet one of Ylenno's old compadres. One of the members of his Krew. A Sistah from anotha Whoah. Partners in crime and all that. HEEHEE. Guys and girls. Meet....

"Nice to meet you; where've you been?
I can show you incredible things!
Magic, madness, heaven, sin...
Saw you there and I thought:
"By the Nine, look at that face!
You look like my next mistake..
Love's a game; wanna play?"
Oh, yes!




Name: Genericus Bloccus
Nicknames: Generic Bloke, Ginny, Ginny Blow, Ginblo, The Best Hand In Bravil For Only Five Septims (all nicknames courtesy of Ylenno)
Age: 23
Race: Nord
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual

Equipment: Genericus might be a painted narcissist overly concerned with his appearance and voice, but when it comes to his equipment he is practical as he is stylish. To accommodate his lithe body he wears a brown leather brigandine, etched with designs of tigers and maidens, over a light mail shirt. To facilitate smooth movement, he wears tight black pants reinforced with leather in vital parts and his knee-high silver colored leather boots are made from the tough skin of large serpents found only in Black Marsh. These boots are enchanted to provide a minor boost to his speed and stamina. His gloves, likewise, are of leather materials and they too are enchanted with magics; this time they enhance the muscles on his arms, so he can use his weapons with more power than he normally can. Over all of these he wears a large, fur-lined navy blue cloak.

His weapons include a pretty beat up silver longbow with a quiver of thirty steel arrows and a steel shortsword. For practical gear he has one small but snug bedroll, one week's worth of rations that are preservative and several healing potions. To while away boredom, he has a flute carved from Valenwood's trees.


Skills: Light Armor, Archery, Blade, Illusion, Restoration. He is not a master in his chosen vocactions, in fact he's not even an expert at them, but his grasp of marksmanship and swordplay is adequate enough to let him win a few battles and let him survive long enough to run in those in which he is overmatched. He is an accomplished healer and illusionist, but again, his skills on those are nothing to write home about. His most distinguished talent lies in the form of singing and the sexual arts.



SPELL LIST:

CONVALESCENCE: Restore Health 15 pts on target or touch
CALMING TOUCH: Calm 30 pts for 20 secs on touch
HEAL MAJOR WOUNDS: Restore Health 25pts on self
MOONLIGHT: Light in 30ft for 120 sec on self


Alignment: Neutral Good

Appearance: As befits a man overly concerned with his appearance, Genericus is vain and keeps a tight control on his body. He is not like the typical Nord; he is tall, yes, but he is lanky and what muscle he has are wiry and lean. He has a fair skin and an even fairer face with androgynous leanings; sharp-boned, angular, with thick eyelashes and a pair of green eyes that can promise several things. He keeps his raven hair long, in a ponytail, with a long bang covering his right face. He puts on a heavy make up, with rouge on both cheeks and red lipstick, and to complete the allure that he is indeed fay, he tucks a particularly large forget-me-not on his left ear.

Backstory: His life is a rhapsody of hardship, economic tribulations and self-destructive vices all too common with the lowlives of Bravil. He is a friend to that Sweet/S'Wit Darling Ylenno The Beloved Bosmer Fantasy of All, and like that HAWT Wood-Elf Genericus grew up in one of Bravil's orphanages. Abused and neglected by the skooma-addicted caretakers, and bullied by his fellow children for his ridiculous name and feminine behavior, Genericus found comfort in the presence of friendly courtesans working near his orphanage, who treated him as a pet. There, he was taught the refined arts of singing, the flute, and poetry, discovering that he had a natural talent for them. Pretty soon, he was playing for the brothel, drawing in customers that only wanted to hear him play, much to the amusement of his respected matrons. When he turned 13, he became friends with the young and rebellious Ylenno, his cool-headed sister Caelefensil and their group of wily rapscallions that rampaged through Bravil. Among the group, Genericus was the designated distraction since he abhorred violence. He would do theatrics or play his lute in order to gain attention so that Ylenno and the others would be unhindered in whatever pranks they did in their whims. His most memorable moment was when he began singing by the Lucky Old Lady; he became so caught in the emotion of his song that the crowd that watched him perform gave him coin for his act, unaware that Genericus was simply a distraction for Ylenno to rob them of their other valuables. Realizing that there could be a future for him as a bard, Genericus began plying his vocations with such a gusto that he began to drift away from the antics of his delinquent friends. It probably saved him from the tragedy that struck the group; Ylenno was abducted by the Orums to be made a killing machine, Caelefensil was pimped out by their caretaker, and the others with all their respective problems. With encouragement from the whores that raised him, Genericus set out for the Imperial City to make something out of himself and didn't look back at the city that raised him.

But if anything, it seemed that the Imperial City was much more depraved and unforgiving than the gangwar-torn streets of Bravil. There was no compassion among the lowlives there, and the world that Genericus entered was one where morality and conscience was absent. Pretty soon, Genericus was selling himself just to get by, for even his singing voice was deemed at best mediocre in a city full of famous bards. He also received discrimination and ridicule for his orientation from his customers; the Imperials looked down on those 'passive' in intimate acts.

This broke him. All of his resolve, his dignity, his hopes and dreams, darkened by the reality of his situation. He turned to drink and knife-fights, and focused less and less on his refined arts and more on learning the decadent secrets of how to pleasure a person. He was 17 when the true darkness of his situation came; one of his patrons tried to kill him. The man failed of course, but the damage was done. A particularly long slice across the throat ensured that his voice was not the same as it was. This, too, made a hollow shell out of the person that he was; he began to reason that if tragedy and pain was all there was for him, he would do good if he accepted them as the sole truth of his life. Suicidal and seeking more and more of pain, Genericus took on increasingly deviant acts until it finally became dull for him. On the path to a fast and undignified death, Genericus suddenly turned his life around and pursued himself to be a better man when he encountered a young and diseased courtesan. He became friends with this dying girl, and through her bravery and courage in the face of her incoming death, Genericus was inspired and found the will to turn his situation around and do something he was meant to do in the Imperial City; make something out of himself. He took all kinds of backbreaking but honest jobs; he became an apprentice to a carpenter, he became a paperboy for the Black Horse Courier and all kinds of odd rackets until he found himself in the employ of a small chapel. It was there that he discovered another of his hidden depths; his penchant for healing and illusion. The Primate there, a former witch-hunter, cultivated his skill along with the art of swordplay and archery. While Genericus was away from the Primate's lessons, he brought comfort to the chapel's sick with his voice, his healing art or the entertaining illusions he can conjure. When the educations of the Primate was over, Genericus found himself deciding to be a crusader of sorts. It wasn't enough that he would bring back joy and happiness with his refined arts; no, he would also beat back the darkness that would prey on the innocent with his bow, his sword and his spells.

This post has been edited by Uleni Athram: Sep 7 2015, 06:35 AM