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[minque]

Name: Brianna Sarethi

Race: 50%Dunmer, 50% Imperial

Class: Mage and healer

Age: 47

Sex: uhh female

Appearance: Since a piture says more than 1000 words I'll just show you what she looks like:Brianna, and also Brianna again

Equipment: nothing but books and alchemical stuff. Oh yeah her longbow of course!

Personality and history: Brianna is a very calm and nice person. She wants nothing but the best for all people she meets. She is rather happy at the time being, living with her beloved Rahvin just outside of Chorrol. She just wants calm and peace, to enjoy being with Rahvin, and make him a good life. She thinks they deserve that after all things that happened to them. Naturally she knows that Satyana and Issac got married, in fact Rahvin, Ian and herself were their witnesses. She does NOT know she gonna be grandmother!

Thus, she has one great sorrow....she has no idea of her son's whereabouts. Brianna misses Rann terribly, and hopes desperately that he would come looking for her..or at least for his father. She ís certain Rahvin wants to be united with his son....

Brianna has heard of some premises for hire, just beside the Gray Mare Inn, and she is actually thinking of setting up some kind of apothecary, and some "studio" where she could perform healing...

[GunsnArmor]

Name : Flen the Tall-Foot Fisher (Prefers to be called Flen only, and gets furious if called by his full name)

Race : Argonian

Class : Hunter (basically a stealth class, except he isn't very fast because of his long feet (hint he's called Tall-Foot) so relies on swimming when chasing someone)

Age : 33

Sex : Male

Appearance : Dark green scales with bright red marks on his cheeks and around his eyes. Yellow eyes.

Equipment : Green, linen trousers, a tan shirt and a worn out hood. Wooden (nicely carved) bow and custom, thin, steel arrows. Iron shortsword.

Personality : A low-tempered and overall violent lizard. He keeps to himself usually, unless he thinks talking to someone is necessary (or if they talk to him). He isn't very jolly either.

Breif History : Unknown (I'm gonna do things differently. If you wanna know about his past you can ask him).

Other Relevant info : Spends the morning bartering, spends the night hunting. Takes brief naps at different times of the day and night, not needing as much sleep as an average person.

This post has been edited by GunsnArmor: May 3 2008, 06:59 PM

[LadySaira]

Name : Saira (Shajira, to Khajiit or those who know her.)

Race : Khajiit

Class : Thief

Age : 28

Sex : Female

Appearance :She is covered in soft snow white fur, with only a few black stripes on her thighs and upper arms. Her feline face is beautiful, with wet green eyes just above a little button nose. Her upturned cat like smile is secretive, and as she breaths her two fangs come just barely into sight. Slender and lithe, she is feline to the core, with a thin waist and only slightly wider hips, that lead down to long legs that her tail curls about whenever she stands still.

Equipment : Boldmeld bow, (lots of) arrows, netch leather fullbody.

Personality : Bubbly when off the battlefield or archery range, she works her looks on anyone intereested for whatever she's after at te time, to distract someone so she can pickpocket them, or for them to buy her a drink. The rest of the time, she's quiet, focused, and bland, hardly ever speaking and almost emotionless. She maintains a dislike of Dunmer, almost a Khajiit heritage of being slaves deeply ingrained on her as even her mother had been a slave for a time.

Brief History : Not much to say, an above average thief in Cryodiil, she's amassed a fair collection of delicate inticacies and shiny things that she's liked. Including sevral (slightly less, now) akaviri artifacts.

Other Relevant info : Mrr?

[Tellie]

Name:Haldin.
Race:Dunmer.
Sex:Male
Age:45.
Class:Warrior Priest (he is handy with a battlehammer, longswords and his feet/fists)
Appearance:Piercing red eyes, typhical of Dunmers, slightly darker skin than his mother. Shoulder length silvery hair(again from his mother) in windbraids fashion,blue tribal tattoes, about a head taller than most Dunmers(ie:he is a big mer, capable of scaring away most muggers), broad shoulders, and a muscular chest, along with muscular arms/legs, (in other words, he is about as big as an orc, only you can see that he is an elf, not an orc).

Equipment:A Elven warhammer enchanted to do fire damage(to cleanse his enemies tongue.gif), two blacksmith hammers, and Elven longsword, and two elven daggers (one of them is as always in the trusted boot ), and a little anvil, case he have to repair something, full elven minus helmet, with a flowing red cape with gold embroidery and silver linings. Also starts the story with a black horse bedecked with elven horse armour.

Personality:Bit headstrong, which can get him in trouble...rather stay and fight instead of running, quite fanatic about his gods(Azura, Mephala and Boethia, is the ones he pray to), but else than that a loving and nice person, very protective of his friends, and will blow off most insults, Never stands for injustice, and is willing to protect others at the cost of his life.

Fighting capability:He is a man who can take care of himself, he is quick with his feet and fists, and unlike what is normal, he is deadly fast with a hammer, but as always it is always a bit smaller than most opponents with say a sword is. So when he do hit, the result is normally devestating, his attacks splitting skulls, smashing bones, or at least cause severe dizzyness and/or knocking his opponents to the ground.


Brief History: His mother is Telina Delvanni, but he was seperated from ehr in his early childhood(he was about five),and grew up in a group of banished ashlanders(explains the tattoes), when he was about ten, his entire tribe was killed, and he was adopted by the imperial cult. Around seventeen, he was transfered to Skyrim, to help there, and there he have been ever since...but he wish to go home to his homeland, to be allowed to pray to his gods again. After the war he and James started traveling together and eventually met up with an old mage by the name of Archades Dupuois and they have traveled together since then.

This post has been edited by Tellie: May 6 2008, 10:48 AM

[Dantrag]

Name : Rahvin

Race : Dunmer

Class : Assassin

Age : 40

Sex : Male

Appearance : Average height and slight of build, typical dunmer red eyes. He has shoulder-length black hair that he often ties back in a pony tail. He has an elaborate tattoo of a snake that curls around his forearm all the way up to his shoulder. He's never been one for elaborate clothing, and is usually seen in common dress.

Equipment : Numerous daggers and a longsword

Personality : Rahvin was once an impulsive, stubborn, and cocky person, but he has changed quite a bit over the years. Now he is a much humbler, quieter mer who

Brief History : A over twenty years ago, he was nothing more than a petty theif in Cyrodiil, and he and his girlfriend made the mistake of robbing some Skyrim Lord. (No, it's not Agnar) He got away with prison time, but his girlfriend was killed in front of him as an example. He spent a month plotting his escape from the prison in Cyrodiil, and succeeded, only to be caught again after exacting his revenge on the Lord by drowning him in his own bath. After that, he was sent to a penal colony on the northern coast of Skyrim, west of Dawnstar and east of Haafingar. He often found himself visited by lords who wanted certain people exterminated. He usually agreed after being threatened with an execution or an extension of his time in the colony.

One such time, he was summoned by Lord Agnar to kill Lord Jadier and all those with him. He ended up joining his targets in the end, and a larger plot unfolded, involving three children. One of which was his own.

After the birth of his son, Rahvin traveled from Bruma to the city of Chorrol, where he worked directly for the countess Arriana Valga as her personal assassin.

Rahvin played a small role in the events surrounding the Silhouette's invasion of Cyrodiil, and came out of the crisis with a peaceful life with his new bride. Now he lives with Brianna in Chorrol where he spends his time hunting, fishing, and collecting various herbs for Brianna's alchemical work.

[Mørk Sjel]

Name : Mørk Sjel

Race : 25% Nord 75% Breton

Class : Fighter/Assasin

Age :29

Sex : Male

Appearance : Well Built and of medium height, medium length Mousy Brown Hair, Has been said to be a handsome man, mainly wears cloaks! eyes are empty and soulless.. he also has a tatoo on his back, shoulder to shoulder that reads "Bare Gud Skal Dommer Meg" (It was his grandfathers and fathers motto, so he was told)

Equipment : A Daedric Dagger and war axe, but never on show..

Personality : Keeps himself to himself, not a shy man but feels like he does not fit in, especially in Social sittuations.. Likes to just sit on his own in Newlands Lodge with a few ales of an eve..

Brief History : Does not remember much of his childhood, was raised in Bruma by his mother but can only remember his Mother's father bringing him up in Cheydinhal.. Doesnt know why or how he got from Bruma to Cheydinhal.. He had a distant upbringing with his Grand father who was a strange man.. Onde Barn was the name his Grandfather called him but Mørk Sjel is his name

Now his grandfather is dead and he does not know the whereabouts of his mother and father.. and is trying to find out the story of his past!

Other Relevant info : Used to have a skooma addiction and hates the evils of the world.. he's never alone and he drinks as a way to block out his true nature

This post has been edited by Mørk Sjel: Jul 14 2008, 04:54 PM

[Dantrag]

Name : Antus Pelenix

Race : Imperial

Class : Fighter

Age : 16

Sex : Male

Appearance : Tall and broad shouldered, with short cropped brown hair.

Equipment : When on duty, he wears the typical garb of a bruma guard, and carries his standard issue broadsword. When off duty, he dresses in a common fashion.

Personality : Antus is a very levelheaded, yet determined person. He was once a vagrant on the streets, but he has fully committed himself to his new respectable life as a guard and his past gives him nothing but an advantage in his new line of work.

Brief History : From a very young age, Antus was a fighter. Growing up on the streets of the Imperial City, he learned how to hold his own in a fight, be it with weapons or fists. In an attempt to escape his old life, Antus signed up for the Imperial Legion, but under a false pretense; he was two years too young. He passed as eighteen though, and after his initial training and a few months of service in the Imperial City, he was recently reassigned to Bruma.

[SovietPrimeMin]

Name :Lla-meht-sllik

Race :Ork (80% orc 20% orge((so his granfather was overly horny who are you to judge?))

Class :Brak-Jelz (Dark-Guard)

Age :25

Sex : Male

Appearance : The Ork Subrace was born in a volcano through a fiery union between an Dark skinned Orc and a Ash Orge* Their skin is pure black although some red splotches do make it to the Orks' face (to see how this would look pick an orc in Char creation and pick face, tone, skin full dark. from then on it varies)


Equipment : Brak has a Dwemer one handed hammer called Rehsurc enchanted with a reincarnate metal (turns any large pile of metal into a flawed centrioun) He wears the Epar Curaiss, a full black daedric chestplate granted to him by Molag Mar for burning Marick Hollow farm area to the ground and opening a Deadric gate in the small island near the Imperial city. He prefers dwarven greaves and boots, and due to his longlasting fear of water, has paid a Altemer to enchant his boots with water walking. The Ork clan prefers not to use helmets. If their lives are at risk they will summon a bound helmet, gaunlets, curriass, and greaves. This is a Lesser power that costs 1 magika. Unfourtunatly the Ork clan has no magika what-so-ever and must drink multiple potions to fortify it as they also resist any liquids consumed and any magika that affects them.

Personality :Although he is feared by all the races he attempts to maintain a large circle of freinds.
Due to his murderous apperance he can only befreind the Dark Brotherhood and Vampieres who think he's to evil to rant them out to the guards. He has one true freind and that is Jauffre the Grandmaster of the blades. He saved his life once, killing a spider dedrea unit sent to dispatch the blades during their fight near the Grand Gate of Oblivion near Anvil. He sleeps in a secret area under the bruma chapel and carved a fake grave and furnished it with a fur pillow and a leather blanket

Brief History : Due to a long and persistint hunt by the Dummer, the Altemer and the, Wood Elves his race has dwindeld to a mere clan. There are five members of this clan all male. Unfourtunalty only Llort-a-kucf is willing to go back to the volcano and reunite with the trolls once agian. Lla-meht-sllik was born the runt of the pack and is still tormented although he enheireted more of his orge growth then anyone else and now stands taller then most altemer although he has met only 15 and they are much shorter after loping off their heads.

Other Relevant info : Thinks glass is too weak to use as a weapon and will refuse any glass wep/armor you give him. Worships the Prince Jyggalag, all the while wishing for order. May have some distant realation to one of Jyggalags Knights.

*no realation to Morrowind Ash creatures, simply an orge family that spent to much time near to much heat.

[Badda-Tish]

Name : Bjorn (or Og that he prefers to be called)

Race : Nord (90% human, 10% ogre)

Class : Warrior/Scavenger/Chef

Age : 31

Sex : male

Appearance : Very tall (even for a Nord), the left eye is gone (read more at brief history), really obese but incredibly strong.

Equipment : A thick leather belt, old pants made of bear-skin, a two-layered chainmail and under the chainmail a thick cotton shirt, he also have a pair of iron-toe leather boots and besides of all that he also have a big knife (to eat with) and large double-edged axe, he also wears a helmet made of scrap metal parts and leather.

Personality : Bjorn is a bit greedy and mostly just cares about himself, he likes to live in the snowy forests of Skyrim

Brief History : Bjorn lost his left eye in a duell against his brother and because it wasn´t til the death so Bjorn had to cut out his eye as a edable gift to the winner. Bjorn likes the forests of Skyrim because he like to stalk on his prey, he enjoys the hunt but he likes the eating part more and one time he swallowed a Bosmer head in one bite. Bjorn also like to take a walk at dawn

[Colonel Mustard]

Alright, here's my bio.

Name: Erna Rahnis

Race: Dark elf

Age: 31

Gender: Male

Birthsign: The Lord

Focus: Espionage

Skills: Speech, short blade

Appearance: Erna is a man of averages-he is of average height, average weight and of average build. It is almost impossible to notice him in a crowd. He isn’t ugly, he isn’t handsome and he has no scars or tattoos. He has white hair common among most Dunmer, crimson eyes and slightly paler skin than your average Morrowind dweller, but apart from this he is barely noticeable.

Mental/personality description: Erna is, to say the least, a maniac, and a dangerous one at that. He takes great enjoyment in inflicting pain and misery upon others, and will happily wait a long time for the optimum opportunity to do so. He can easily fool others into thinking he is sane, with a cheerful and outgoing personality, but he uses this as a way to lure anyone into a trap where there is no way out, without his say so-and that means of escape will invariably be filled with pain and suffering.

Weapons: A short dagger and a handheld crossbow.

Clothing: Large coat to protect against the ash-storms and thick, heavy boots.

Bio: Erna’s past is shrouded in mystery-no one knows where he comes from, who he works for or why he does. Currently posing as a merchant wishing to sell his wares at the Ghostfence, Erna is there to fulfil whatever shadowy motive he has been ordered to do. While he seems to be helpless against any skilled opponent, and while people sometimes hate him, there’s something behind his eyes that can transfix people and draw them in, until he plants a dagger straight into their heart.


Just a thought-are we going to shortlist characters? Only there seem to be an awful lot of writers and in my experience a group this huge will quickly fall apart as wires get crossed, and though it does sound harsh, some characters are going to have to be picked in preference to others.

[Dantrag]

sorry to everyone here, but this RP is dead. we're in the process of starting a new one, though so feel free to join.

[Colonel Mustard]

*Hits owm head with plank*

Agh! Dammit!

Sorry, this was actually for the Ghostfence RP! I'll go repost it over there.