Introductions

[Camonna]

Name:Morgoth Deltian

Race:Imperial

Class:Knight

 

weopon:Chrysamere and steel halberd

sign:the tower

 

Lives in fort silvermoth in ascadian isles

 

faction:Imperial legion: Knight of the dragon

 

Morgoth is a very strong soldier and usualy has large fight with ordinators but always wins against them.He grew up in cyrodil and now lives in morrowind and is the general of fort silvermoth his brother:Titanius Deltian is A high ranking royal guard

[Anomaly]

My character is named Chuck. I'm sure you've heard of him. If not, go to the Wilderness to read his bio. Here's some additional info:

 

Race: Imperial

Faction: Master Cowslayers (a division of the Fighter's Guild)

Weapon of Choice: Fork of Death (it's like a stun baton with very high voltage.)

Armor: Custom-made boiled cow skin (leather) infused with mail

Favorite food: Cheetos

 

Chuck won't fight if he doesn't have to, usually preferring to sit for long periods and watch TV. If he does choose to fight, watch out. He is extremely skilled with his fork of death.

[Falcon761]

Introducing: Aragorn

Sex: Male

Age: 25

Race: Dark Elf

Armor: Oricish

Weapon(s): Daedic longswords.

 

OTHER NOTES: THE NAME HAS NOTHING AT ALL TO DO WITH LORD OF THE RINGS!!!!!!!!! I picked the name before I saw the movies anyway.

[TheLittleman]

Character Name: He Who Sleeps

Race:Aragonian

Sex:Male

Armor:None(Just a common robe)

Weapon:A steel staff

 

He Who Sleeps was a slave who was freed in a bloody revolt. He now is a wanderer who traves around helping his inslaved brothers.

[Breton Thief Oriana]

NAME: Shadzon

RACE: Dark elf

GENDER: male

ARMOR: unarmored

WEAPON: dagger

 

Shadzon is, alas, a necromancer in disguise. He says instead that he is an "Ancestor Worshiper", to fit the description of his race, but knows in his heart that he really is a high preist of the dead. He helps to bind spirits of the ancestors to this world to protect the tombs and people.

 

He has long black hair with rusty bangs. His goatee hangs lightly off his usually grinning face. His left ear has a single, small, hoop earing. His forehead has a single dimondshaped hari embeded in it.

[Narynzine]

Introducing Narynzine Hlaalen

 

Name: Narynzine Hlaalen, goes by Narynzine

Pronounced: How it's spelt really...

Age: 113

Sex: Female

Race: Dunmer

 

Weapon of Choice: Twin Long Swords, Magic.

 

Fighting Tactics: Cautious and logical. Narynzine prefers to try to judge her opponent first to decide what the best form of attack is then goes in for the kill.

 

Attitude: Apathetic and mysterious, Narynzine is usually the one who's calm in a crisis. She's seen as a loner and can be quite hard to get close to. She also harbors a dark secret.

 

Appearance: http://www.cuneo.us/tesmw/images/Elliandra...eappearance.jpg

 

 

 

*Quietly walks into the tavern and stops just inside the door. Her eerie white eyes scan the room and it's inhabitants then walks silently to the least lit table in the room and sits down.*

[Don88]

Introducing Don

 

Name: Don

Age : 33, looks older

Sex: Male

Race: Wood Elf

Weapons of choice: Longbow, Silver Short Sword (engraved with the words: The end justifies the means)

 

Fighting Tactics: Usually uses his naturally good aim and uses his bow to take out enemies from a distance, without them spotting him. Close range, he will use his speed and agility to run circles round his opponent, hopimg they will tire or make a mistake.

 

Apperence : Scruffy, looked down apon for his filth. His long dark hair usually has moss or twigs nesting in it. He wears a long dark cloak, covering most his face with a hood.

 

Magic: He knows spells which are useful to him. Unlock, Water Breathing and Lock are just some of these. He also know a basic healing spell.

 

Attitude : Although he looks like an outcast and a loner, he is, in fact, very socialble. His one motto for life, engraved on his sword, is "The end justifies the means". He will do almost anything to get his way. Although he seems quite self centered and gruff, he is caring. He will is reluctant to harm anyone, but will for a worthy cause. He is strongly against slavery and will fight for the freedom of slaves of any race. All in all he will do what he can to help himself, and others by any means he can.

 

*He opens the cavern door and looks around. He immediatly smiles realising that he will most likely find an adventure of some sort and earn himself some money. He walks up to the bar, buys a small scotch and sits a well lit table in the corner*

[Alindur_the_Great]

Introducing Alindur:

Name: Alindur T'mel

Pro-nounced:Al-in-durr T-mel

Age: 62

Race: High Elf

Prefered Weapon: His mind

Bio:

Personality: He is a very closed person. Though when he opens up he shares his wisdom and his knowledge of many things.

Place of Birth: Vivec

Magic

Alindur despises all dark magic. Yet, he won't admit he knows of some Dark magic. He is best at Conjuration, Restoration and Mysticism. He will never cast a spell untill time beckons it.

 

An old, fragile elvish man walks into the tavern. Gazing deeply into your eyes. Heading towards your way you wonder if he will speak a word. Yet, the man heads to a dark corner. Still, without a word he sits in his corner with only the glow of his pipe. A half-hour passes and a cloud of smoke begins to haze about his corner. Yet, he still sits, unspoken and as still as mountain. Curious to why he has not ordered himself an ale. You ask the tender, "Eh, the altmer. Has he purchased himself an ale?" The tender shakes his head and replies, "No, he never does. He just comes to sit. Never more than that. Very odd fellow he is." You raise your eyebrow at the notion and just shrug it off.

[The Samurai Orc- Ken Ralliman]

introducing: Ken Ralliman, call him Ken

pronounced: KEN RAL-lee-men

sex:male

armor:almost all orcish

 

Ken is an escaped outlaw once named Rada Gro-Dairgrosh. He now goes by and lives under his outlaw name Ken Ralliman

 

A bulky orc walks into the tavern. He is wearing a hooded robe, the hood is not on. Instead, he has a Gondalier's Helm shadowing his face. a peculiar choice of fashion for his type. On the shoulders of the robe, rest two orcish pauldrons, fixed on tightly. At his sides hang two sheathed swords, both of them a strange curved shape. From the cracks between the blade and sheath on one, a strange yellowish light glows, on the other, a bluish light comes from within the sheath. The orc takes a brief look around the room, eying everyone(he seems the fighting type)and then goes and takes a seat at the counter. "Bartender, I'll have an ale..." he says, almost quietly, as he waves his finger towards the bartender. Then he smiles to the person in the seat right next to him. Merely briefly.

[Warrior-of-Shadow]

introducing:Warrior-of-Shadow

 

pronounciation:.....look at it and read

 

sex:male

 

armor: samuraikyodin's armor

 

weapon:kyodin katana and snakebitten's m-lock series

 

His scales are tinted black and red and they always have been since he was born. He was teased by his bretheren and was orphaned at a young age. As he grew older he became a great warrior and was given his name because in battles he uses shadows and stealth to defeat enemies. He became a leader of a villa's army deep in the marshes. One day a raid of slave drivers entered the small area and unaware of the attack his men got either killed or shipped off. He only remembers seeing his two best soldiers killed and the flat side of a blade slmmming against his head. Because of his rare skin defect and taller stature than regular argonians he was shipped off to be Cauis Cosades personal slave and sparring partner....

 

After his escape he wanders to this tavern he enters and all you can see is his glowing red eyes as he strides forward to the stools at the bar. He examines the people around them and can see, by the way they are positioned in their seats, what types of weapons they are holding. Most people he sees look down on him as lesser because of his race so if anyone says or trys anything he will defend him self in the ways he sees necessary. carefully he lets everyone see his aresenal and turns towards the bartender. With a slow motioned point he eyes the mead and decides he's feeling good today so he pays.