Post by danondorf on Dec 25, 2011 2:38:00 GMT -5
OOC
IGN:HeavyWeaponsOrk
Age:15, Completed skyrim, Very mature
Role-Play Exp.: Playing in LOTC, one of the bigger servers in minecraft
Why Us:Because I always found the world of the elder scrolls facinating.
Time You Can Dedicate:A few hours here and than, mostly at weekends.
IC
Name:Darro Sightseeker
Race:Breton
Gender:Male
Age: Somewhere around 25.
Appearance: Darro wears novice robes and hoods, Slightly enchanted to be more protective than a normal set of clothes. his skin is pale, for which many people confused him for a nord at least once. His hair and goatee are dark blondish, And his eyes are blue.
Fears: Darro,being a man of strong morality, is horribly afraid of the Black brotherhood, Convinced that someone will eventually perform the black sacrament and send those monsters after him.
Personality:Darro Is A guy who is nice to talk to, just as long you manage to befriend him. He is a brute and a scholar together, and he can be recruited if going through a good fight or a study session.
Occupation:Darro is a Spellsword, Walking in The lands of skyrim, and helping those who need help...and have a septim or two in their pockets.
Skills:Darro is skilled At The schools of Destruction, restoration and one handed weapons. He is also good at bartering and other peaceful skills.
Nickname (Optional):Non.
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Darro walked down the rocky mountain road. Climbing those gigantic rocks (As he called them) was a hard but fulfilling task. As he sat down and set up his camp, he heard howling in the distance. Howling that was getting closer and closer.
"Damn Wolves." Darro said, As he drew his sword and took a breath, as a flame appeared in his left hand.
"Come one, Sons of a bitch, Come on!" Darro said, And made a short, nervous Laugh as he realised he made a bad joke.
The first wolf jumped at him, and bit down his arm. The enchanting of the novice robe managed to block the bite, and Darro struck the wolf. the beast fell with two strikes. Than the second wolf bit his Leg. The sheer force broke the encahntment, And Darro screamed in pain as the fangs sunk into his leg. He started to shake his leg fiercly and tried to stab the dog. The position of the wolf made it hard for him to reach the dog with his right hand. Darro closed his left hand and felt the surge of magicka turning the single flame into a firebolt. Darro than opened his hand, And an orb of fire burned the Wolf, Who released his leg in pain.
As Darro killed the wolf, He had enough power to use a quick healing spell, crawl into his bedroll, and flee to the world of dreams.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):Darro was born in Riften under the name of Darryon Sjornson. From the age of 10, he pretended he was a hero, running around Riften with his toy sword, "Shouting" (Which was mainly gibberish),and slaying vile beasts (a chicken here and there). When he reached the age of 16, He asked his father for money to go to the college of winterhold. The reaction was That His father threw him out of the house With an iron sword and two books. For the next year, Darro Spent his days reading the two books and training with his sword, and slept in the docks. The two books turned out to be spell tomes, of two basic spells- Healing and Flames. Darro managed to get enough money to get to whiterun, In where he joined the companions. While he never got into the circle, He was a decent warrior, and his Skyforged Steel sword served him well. Learning Spells from Farengar Secret-fire, He trained himself into the way of the spellsword, Without even getting close into winterhold.
When he reached the age of 21, He left into The wilderness of skyrim, Aiding those who have a septim in their pocket, one day hoping to get into the college of winterhold.
IGN:HeavyWeaponsOrk
Age:15, Completed skyrim, Very mature
Role-Play Exp.: Playing in LOTC, one of the bigger servers in minecraft
Why Us:Because I always found the world of the elder scrolls facinating.
Time You Can Dedicate:A few hours here and than, mostly at weekends.
IC
Name:Darro Sightseeker
Race:Breton
Gender:Male
Age: Somewhere around 25.
Appearance: Darro wears novice robes and hoods, Slightly enchanted to be more protective than a normal set of clothes. his skin is pale, for which many people confused him for a nord at least once. His hair and goatee are dark blondish, And his eyes are blue.
Fears: Darro,being a man of strong morality, is horribly afraid of the Black brotherhood, Convinced that someone will eventually perform the black sacrament and send those monsters after him.
Personality:Darro Is A guy who is nice to talk to, just as long you manage to befriend him. He is a brute and a scholar together, and he can be recruited if going through a good fight or a study session.
Occupation:Darro is a Spellsword, Walking in The lands of skyrim, and helping those who need help...and have a septim or two in their pockets.
Skills:Darro is skilled At The schools of Destruction, restoration and one handed weapons. He is also good at bartering and other peaceful skills.
Nickname (Optional):Non.
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Darro walked down the rocky mountain road. Climbing those gigantic rocks (As he called them) was a hard but fulfilling task. As he sat down and set up his camp, he heard howling in the distance. Howling that was getting closer and closer.
"Damn Wolves." Darro said, As he drew his sword and took a breath, as a flame appeared in his left hand.
"Come one, Sons of a bitch, Come on!" Darro said, And made a short, nervous Laugh as he realised he made a bad joke.
The first wolf jumped at him, and bit down his arm. The enchanting of the novice robe managed to block the bite, and Darro struck the wolf. the beast fell with two strikes. Than the second wolf bit his Leg. The sheer force broke the encahntment, And Darro screamed in pain as the fangs sunk into his leg. He started to shake his leg fiercly and tried to stab the dog. The position of the wolf made it hard for him to reach the dog with his right hand. Darro closed his left hand and felt the surge of magicka turning the single flame into a firebolt. Darro than opened his hand, And an orb of fire burned the Wolf, Who released his leg in pain.
As Darro killed the wolf, He had enough power to use a quick healing spell, crawl into his bedroll, and flee to the world of dreams.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):Darro was born in Riften under the name of Darryon Sjornson. From the age of 10, he pretended he was a hero, running around Riften with his toy sword, "Shouting" (Which was mainly gibberish),and slaying vile beasts (a chicken here and there). When he reached the age of 16, He asked his father for money to go to the college of winterhold. The reaction was That His father threw him out of the house With an iron sword and two books. For the next year, Darro Spent his days reading the two books and training with his sword, and slept in the docks. The two books turned out to be spell tomes, of two basic spells- Healing and Flames. Darro managed to get enough money to get to whiterun, In where he joined the companions. While he never got into the circle, He was a decent warrior, and his Skyforged Steel sword served him well. Learning Spells from Farengar Secret-fire, He trained himself into the way of the spellsword, Without even getting close into winterhold.
When he reached the age of 21, He left into The wilderness of skyrim, Aiding those who have a septim in their pocket, one day hoping to get into the college of winterhold.