Introductions

[beldin134]

Haelon tosses his coin high up in the air with one hand, waves his other hand and the coin seems to splinter and fracture, turnung into many coins. A small smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth as he watches them collide in mid air and reform into the one coin.

He calls to the bar tender for a new drink.

[ItWotBeSoonBeforeLong]

Ben sits in the dark alley of his large hometown of Balmora.He knew he had no place to go being expelled from the MoragTong,and being hated by the BlackDragon.He needed to gain respect from the guild he brought to life.He knew his violence got him into this,and it will need to get him out.

 

Ben got upand went to his small boot in the river.He was on his way to Salnoria,the island where the Black Dragon members rest.He couldnt believe the past 2 months of his life,his house in Balmora was taken from him,kicked out of his own guild,and ontop of all of it,the only person he had,his Brother Valoth,had an arrow shot into his back,by the darkbrotherhood.But now he was leaving Vvanderfell,even Tamriel and going to regain his kingdom.He thought he should enjoy the boat ride,and let the wind slowly drift him.He got a good book and drank an old bottle of Surlie Brothers wine.

 

After a peaceful long trip,Ben arrived at the island.Luckily there was on person he could trust,an old Dunmer who went by Bert(real name Berterious-Calan Vorgaron).He walked into Berts bar,where there was mostly traveling pirates and hobos he didnt know."Ben,its been so long,hows it goin for you??"."not so well,get me a large bottle of meead."Bens response was very pale.Bert gave an odd look."Well i heard about the guild but knowing you,they would already be dead""well"ben said while poping the mead open,"Valoth was shot by the brother hood"NO!!HOW?!?!?HE WAS ALL YOU HAD IN TAMRIEL!!!"Bert is not ussualy one to talk loud."I cant believe it either,but im here to get things straight with my group,can i get a room?"ben asked.'Of course its on me"Ben went back to the room and opened a book....then a shadow approached...

[Eva Warrior1]

Introducing Malachor

 

Malachor coming back from the swamps of Black Marsh, sits down in the tavern for a journey drink, having just received a new Enchanted Cutlass (or Rapier) one that belonged to his recently deceased mother and the one he left there previously before they took him to be trained as a Shadowscale, but now that time is gone from being the honorable listener. Now he only seeks revenge Against the very people who slew his mother the Dark Brotherhood.

 

"hey bartender another suriel wine!"

 

Race Argonian

preferred weapon Claws or his Cutlass's

Armour Black Hand Robes

red eyes

ex vampire but for some reason still has the hunters sight

has spikes on the head

Age 100th

anniversery

[Sovietlukmanov]

Introduction

 

Name: Alessia Kyra

Race: Vampire (formerly human, stricken with vampirism at the age of 17)

Age: 1021

Sex: Female

Armor: specially crafted dresses for best protection yet light as silk known as the Heaven and Earth set

Weapon:

preferred: Enchanted Combat Knife (Scorcher of Heaven and Earth) sheathed on her left waist

keeps an enchanted crossbow (Sniper of Heaven and Earth) strapped on her back with a quiver of bolts.

proficient with: halberds, swords, crossbows, spears, horseback combat, and basic illusion spell

 

Combat style:

Knife fighter, uses agility and speed to dodge, block and or parry attacks, mostly letting opponents get tired, then begin attack at a perceived good moment. If combat skills are doing her no good, she is proficient with low level illusion spells enough to escape some encounters.

 

Attitude:

Silent, rarely talks, unless she really needs to talk (has very few friends, outlived most of them)

RARELY trust people, if she say she does, usually there's something in it. Very reserved, calm, and never sells herself off unless she's on a mission in her private contracts. If angered, she rarely shows it, she hides it, and wait for the right time to take revenge (without being known of her involvement)

 

Trivia:

-Her beauty seemingly locks her in her 17th age appearance when she was bitten

 

-She uses her ability in illusion (and seduction) to manipulate situations

 

-At her 442 age, she had the ability to remain in the sun for (more or less) 6 hours consecutively before being injured by the sun

 

-Her vampirism age grants her slightly faster healing rate than most human and grants her the ability to fully heal from wounds which makes scratch and other wound marks heal completely

 

-Her background in the military provided her with vast knowledge of warfare, combat, and strategy

 

note: this is a mere outline of the character, for the full background and history, there will be another thread concerning this...

 

Story Begins:

A tall figure entered through the door of the tavern, tough there is a slight shriek from the door, no footsteps could be heard(or at least she presumed so). She walked up to the bartender, sat down, then ordered a couple of drinks. Then she drank silently, alone in a corner of the tavern...

[Marcus Wolfe]

I introduced this guy earlier, but I gave him no name:

 

A strange man walked into the bar. Most people just looked away, but a brave few dared to look at him. He was very tall and muscular, his beard (long but not too long) and long flowing hair were white as snow. He had a mouthful of fangs and strange markings on his face that made him look very wolf-like. The same could be said about his ears and his tail. His hands were very disfigured, with black claws on his finger tips. He wore the clothes/armor of a samurai and carried a huge nodachi on his back. His eyes burned like fire, with pupils like black splits. He announced he would travel with anyone who would hear his tale so ever tragic.

 

Who would ask it of him?

[bigredone]

Introduction

 

Name:William Killstorm

Age:28

Race:Human

Armor:Wears a white robe and assassin gear.(The same as assassin's creed.Mainly because i love that getup)

 

Weapons:Assassin's dagger,Hashshashin Sword and Light Crossbow.Also carrys Holy water and Silver Bolts (For Vampires and Werewolfs)

 

Combat style:Stealth to find his target,Uses his Crossbow to thin out the Target's Bodyguards and Cuts off the Head or Torso with his Sword.if the Target runs He will Hunt him or her with great speed and thrust his dagger in the back of the neck.

 

Attitude:Cool headed,never gives up on a Target. Only says pages out of the book of the nine in pubic and is seen mostly that the back of bars drinking or smocking his pipe.

Only talks freely to a priest of the nine or the blades.

 

A former Knight of Lord Dragonrock, Framed for the murder of his own lord.Ran to the Imperial city to hide out.But an assassin found and shot him 3 times in the back outside the temple of the one.the guard chased the assassin away and the priests healed his wounds.forever greatful to the Nine for saving his life. Believing that the only way to please the Nine is to kill every blasphemer and heretic he can.

 

as a Assassin of the Nine!

 

Images

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[thekid345]

Introduction

 

Name:Vulture(real name:Vladarius Vulkoro)

Gender:Male

Age:3445

Race:Vampire(formerly human)

Class:Vampire Assasin

Armor:Black and gold robe

Weapon(s) of choice:Dual daggers,throwing knives and stars.

combat:Uses speed and illusion magic to confuse, then ATtacks.

Attitude:Keeps to himself. Rarely Talks.

 

Past:I'll post a thread about it later...

 

Vulture walks into the bar."How may i--"the bartender begins.Vulture walks over to the wine cabinet and grabs wine. Noone says anything....

[CJD]

Introduction:

 

Name: Freidrik Von Riegen.

Gender: Male

Age: 39

Race: Human

Class: Warrior/Soldier

Armor: Silver armor w/ Blood Red cape

Weapon of Choice: Glory's Hand (Longsword)

Combat: Quick and Precise, dissects opponents style

Attitude: Outgoing, Noble

 

Past: Nothing but a wanderer his whole life, loved by none, known by none. He goes where the beer takes him. A warrior for hire, and a good one at that. Freidrik has never enjoyed the company of another, yet is still outgoing, and in some cases bubbly. He was born in a small town, which was raided by Bandits, all but him were killed. He lived his life, wandering around the forest, stopping at towns to sell his plunders and other things. Friedrik is a lost soul, who sleeps at the cheapest hotel, and lives in the nearby bar. (a lil rusty with this stuff, been awhile)

 

 

 

Friedrik walks into the bar after Vulture, "Hello all" he shouts cheerily. Friedrik was met by blank faces and drunk smiles. He walks over to the bar, and grabs a pint. Throws a coin at the bartender and walks away. He looks over at Vulture, drinkin in the darkest corner. Friedrik walks over to him slowly but surely. "You need some cheering up old chap, let me tell you a joke." Friedrik starts singing, and swaying side to side, smiling at the still drinking Vulture. "Aww your no fun." Friedrik walks away to another table, and drinks his life away.

 

 

(p.s Vulture! aye aye aye, I thought noone would ever use that name except me...lol)

[JimiJons]

Name: Jonas Abergate

Pronounced: JOH-nus

Age: 29

Sex: Male

Race: Human

Armor: Hardened and tanned Bear hide, with Adamant studs.

Weapons of Choice: A pair of enchanted short swords, Castor and Pollux, a bow, and a common Steel sword.

Combat: Conservative, Agile, Powerful.

Attitude: Keeps to himself, and doesn't normally speak unless necessary. He is highly observational, and can process thoughts with extreme ease, allowing him to react first in most situations. He is intelligent, and knows well the trades of the wilderness.

 

Past: Jonas was born to parents who lived and died in the land of Skyrim, belonging to the nationality of the Nords. His parents were respected and highly skilled educators of what higher class there was in Nord society. They were murdered on Jonas's 13th birthday, by unknown assailants for unknown reasons. Jonas's mother and father died before his very eyes, as he was spared by the murderers for similarly unknown reasons. Perhaps it was because of Jonas's willingness to defend his family, that he took up his father's sword and fought with all of his might to kill the men who had slit his mother's throat mere moments before. Perhaps it was his determination to hold onto love and life. But, nevertheless, his efforts deterred nothing. After the investigation was announced inconclusive, Jonas was taken up by his uncle, an old rogue and swashbuckler who had fought his way through 50 years of inconsistent wrongdoings and miscellaneous crimes through all but treason, from murder and thievery, to cursing an Imperial magistrate. From his uncle, Jonas learned to master the art of bladed combat. His sword, and axe, and knife could split hairs in half from the top of his uncle's head, yet leaving no scratch or harmful blemish to the man's very scalp. Years he learned from his uncle, to hunt for himself, to fire arrows from broken bows, to trick the most wary noble with cunning in words, to live off of rats and scum for weeks on end, to observe his surroundings and sense emotions, to think on his feet with gust and intelligence, to become someone worthy of life. After more than a decade of housing Jonas, his uncle succumbed to age and sickness. Such a man, killed by the cough of the ragged. Jonas spent the next 10 years living in self-exile, vanishing into the woods to live by himself and to hunt the game that would provide him substance. Through his journeys, he met many powerful friends, and even foes alike. He gained knowledge and lore lost to the civilizations of the modern day, and learned of legends that were only remembered in ancient days. He obtained items and tools of magic and cunning, and was given many mystical gifts by those who respected his morals. Of these gifts, he obtained two blades, carved to match with impossible precision and sharpness. Their contour led them to whistle slightly as they sliced cleanly through the air. The blades had been forged and enchanted by a great God-like being, who, when the time for Jonas's receiving of the gift came, lay mortal on his deathbed, granting the man who had carried out his final wishes a gift worthy of a God. The blade Castor was enchanted with the ability to stun and paralyze to the crippling point any being smaller than an Ogrim, or weak enough to completely succumb to the blade's magic. The blade Pollux, dosed with a magical serum of magnificently strong poison, unable to be washed off or removed from the blade's metal surface. With these gifts, Jonas became a formidable fighter, where once excelling in the ability to kill, became renowned for it. Jonas continues to live off in the woods, occasionally appearing in a civilized place to conduct business of many sorts with many different people.

[Deleted269910User]

Introduction:

 

Name: Miriam Nightwarder

Pronounced: Mi-ri-am

Gender: Female

Age: 27

Race: Half-human, half-angel(result, doesn't age, otherwise almost the same as normal people[yes, not a immortal wtfpwned type])

Class: Warrior

Armor: Whiteish light armor, looks like elven in origin.

Weapon of Choice: Shattered Heaven, crimson coloured double bladed sword. Enchanted to repel undead, highly durable.

Combat: Quick & Powerful, lacking in accuracy, but makes it up in large cutting area. Specialized in combat against groups, also knows some low level restorative spells.

Attitude: Silent person, but may get talkative with people she trusts. She has a strong sense of justice and she is more than willing to put her own life on the line in order to protect others, which has lead to some injuries and a couple of near-death situations. Can also be highly stubborn at times, extremely rarely speaks of her past.

 

Past; Miriam left her home in the Valus Mountains at the age of seventeen in order to learn more about the world, she was quite naive at the time and the cold world slapped her in the face several times. She had never before experienced or seen such poverty, so enormous amounts of murder for the smallest of reasons or the corruption of nobility. She herself had been living in seclusion from this harsh world with her parents. At the age of 20 she had seen so much cruelty, despair and death, more than some will in their entire lives, that she decided to pick up the path her mother had walked for almost a millenia, the path of a warrior protecting others, a valkyrie of sorts, if you will. She knew of the heritage she had, but she also knew she wasn't a fullblood, so she'd most likely never be able to surpass her mother, however, that didn't stop her from picking up the sword and starting to defend the weak. She asked her mother to train her in the use of blades and she was given her first weapon, Shattered Heaven, which she still uses to this day. Her mother had settled down, but knew she wouldn't be able make her daughter drop the dreams of protecting this world, so she decided to train Miriam to defend herself and others. Miriam finished her initial training at the age of 21 and left her family behind, knowing that she'd always be welcomed back.

 

During the first year Miriam was travelling around Tamriel, she came across a small village in the border regions of Valenwood which was suffering from a multiple problems. The village wasn't large enough to have a name, but it was small settlement where people struggled to get on with their lives, Miriam also encountered her first love in the same location. During the first day when Miriam arrived, she had no knowledge of the troubles that the village had, only after her first night at the inn did she learn about them. After the night of sleep at the inn, she headed to the village elder, an old imperial who had been there helping to put up the settlement, and spoke with him in length about all the trouble brewing around, that is also when she met her first love, the grandson of the elder, Adrian. After a long conversation about goblin raiding parties and an old fort that was occupied by a group of marauders, she agreed to help the villagers, however, the elder didn't want to send her off all alone, so he sent Adrian along with her. During the first week, the two of them cleared up three nearby goblin caves with ease and neither one recieved any serious injuries, they discussed in length after each battle and learnt a lot about eachother during the few days of break they had in between fighting. Quickly a month had passed after their last fight and the two of them were enjoying an afternoon walk in the forest. Miriam and Adrian, his boyfriend at this point, returned to the village and once they were getting closer, they saw smoke. Both of them ran back to the village as quickly as they could only to find it razed down, completely burnt to the ground, not a single person was left alive Both of them were holding back tears as they had lost friends and Adrian had lost everything he had held dear. Both of them crying, yet enraged, looked for any signs of survivors or marks of who might have done it. They didn't manage to find any survivors, however they did see tons of hoof prints and an corpse below a burnt trunk that had fallen on one of the raiders, the marauders had struck in order to prevent the same fate of what had happened to the goblins, since they knew they had caused just as much trouble as the goblins ever had.

Both of the young warriors picked up their blades and headed for the old fort. The Marauders were having a celebration for the successful raid and were totally caught by surprise when the enraged duo was cutting them down, left and right, in a few moments the marauder group that had consisted of 15 men was only down to 5. Miriam swung her blade in a way that she almost seemed to be dancing with it, cutting down the last four marauders, only leaving their leader covered in orcish armor left standing. The marauder warlord was too petrified to make even a move when Miriam and Adrian were walking towards him, they disarmed the warlord in a matter of seconds and after a small session of talking with eachother agreed on a punishment, Adrian took his blade and cut off the right arm of the warlord, the punishment would be to leave him alive in contemplation of what he had done and caused the death of his followers. The duo was walking away, when the furious warlord in desperation took up his short sword and threw it at Miriam, the sword missed it's target and hit the right shoulder of Adrian instead. Adrian screamed in pain when the Miriam pulled the sword out and used her basic healing magic, albeit it wasn't enough. The warlord was cackling something about a poison and Adrian soon lost consciousness. Miriam fell to a state of despair, she took up her blade and without any signs of remorse, she cut off the head of the warlord and threw it to the fireplace. She felt slightly better, but knew she would have to do something if she didn't want to lose Adrian also. She mustered all the magicka she had left into a single spell to try and remove the poison in his body. Her method was crude, but successful, however, Adrian had lost his memory in it's entirety. After a few months, Miriam had been able to restore some parts of Adrian's memory, however, the painful parts were only left to come. Adrian recovered his full memory a week later, but said that it would be best for him to go his own way, being with her would always bring back the painful memories and that is too much to bear, even if they had been happy together. They talked about going separate paths for a few days and agreed meet in a several years.

 

Three years passed after Miriam had left Valenwood and travelled to Morrowind, her appearance hadn't changed a bit after turning 22. She was walking around the countryside when she had a seizure of some sort, she was struggling to move onwards while coughing up blood and she finally collapsed in front of an old chapel. She was unconscious for three weeks before finally waking up, the old monk who was living in the chapel had recognized her from the blade she was carrying and had done everything possible to try and save her life and seemed like his prayers to the divines had been answered. Miriam wondered why had the old monk taken care of her and how he knew he name? The monk told her about Adrian having died here and as his last wish asked the monk to try and track her down to tell the news, giving the monk her description. Miriam was totally devastated when she heard the news, the monk told him that apparently a close relative of the marauder warlord they had killed in Valenwood three years ago had hired the Morag Tong to take care of the ones responsible. She also then discovered that she had most likely been poisoned in the last inn she stayed at. Miriam stayed in the chapel for two weeks to gather her strength back and visited the grave of the one she loved every day for those two weeks. After regaining her strength, she moved cautiously and was able to discover the agent of Morag Tong that had been tailing her, in a quick fight the poison user was cut down as due to the nature of his way of killing, he had no real close-combat experience, also as a sign of her rage, she put all of her strength into a single strike and cut down a vast area of trees around the dead agent, just to leave as a sign for the Morag Tong to leave her alone.

 

Two years passed and Miriam was already 26-years-old, she had been blinded by her rage for a year after hearing the news of Adrian and spent the entire time tracking down the person behind their attempted assassination, after a year of investigation in vain, her rage had started to wear down and she started to remember the reason for her travel. Miriam had decided to put vengeance as her second priority and get back on track with protecting the innocent people of Tamriel, should she get the chance, she would exact her revenge however. She was travelling around the world again doing whatever she could to make the lives of the normal citizens easier, however she found about other realms of existence after the research of Midas on portals to other planes/realms.

 

 

Present moment; Miriam walks into the bar, grabs a seat, and says:"Bartender, give me a bottle of wine & something to eat, haven't had a drink or anything to eat for two days." She calmly lays down her gigantic sword next to her and tries to relax.

 

 

OOC: Hopefully this is a good enough beginning, haven't done any RP'ing for the last 4 years. :P