Post by uleftthedooropen on Jan 5, 2012 1:31:47 GMT -5
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IGN: Uleftthedooropen
Age: 19
Role-Play Exp.: I have played on an rp server since September and spent a month on LOTC.
Why Us: I want to try a different rp server and i really enjoy skyrim.
Time You Can Dedicate: 20 hours a week or more cause i do not work much.
IC
Name: Frau Morvir
Race: Dunmer
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Appearance: I have long gray almost white hair tied back into a ponytail, ceremonial face paint going diagonally up my cheeks, I consider myself thin even for a dunmer but I have a rather thin face which some of the females rather enjoy.
Fears: When i was young i nearly drowned whilst trying to save my pet rat, so i would say i am terrified of water and my father.
Personality: Well some call me arrogant but i think they are intimidated by my leadership skills and intelligence, I doubt I have ever been wrong. Most women cannot resist my elven charms unless they are those brutish nords who fear my people for our great power but disguise it as hate. I understand the need to complete a job even if that means i must leave others to die.
Occupation: Well you could say i am an acquirer of objects, if I am paid right I would venture into oblivion itself which I have never done but the price has not been right.
Skills: Like most of my kind I am naturally more skilled at destruction magic, i can wield a single handed blade pretty well but not heavier ones.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Three figures walked through the cold their leader a tall man with a large blade on his back.
"Damn this weather, Talos must be in a foul mood he has cursed our journey." said the tall one
One of the ones following him huffed and puffed clearly not that physically fit, his breathe forming a fog in front of him. He was a small bosmer carrying no weapons.
"Silly Kayum, Talos has no control over weather you nords think Talos is god of everything"
"Bah and what would you know Alduin you lived in the trees till you where twenty." said Kayum.
The third a woman with a face half beautiful and half burned rolled her eyes in contempt at the bickering men. She pulled her bow out looking at the beautiful carving detailing her weapon.
"You should ready yourself men we are close to the barrow." said the woman
Kayum drew his great blade with one hand for his other was but a stump lost long ago.
"What a time for my old wound to hurt, an ill omen." said Kayum.
"Bah, we can take those trolls, I'll fry em Morgana will shoot em and what few reach us you cleave em into bits."
They nodded in agreement thinking their plan foolproof.
"With the money from this I just might be able to retire." said Kayum looking at where his hand would have been "I can't keep doing this"
Then from over the hill they saw it the great old iron doors of the barrow looming ominously against the snow.
Kayum stood in front of the doors beside his allies.
"There is no turning back now are you sure we should do this?" said Kayum
"We came too far to turn back now." said Morgana.
"Agreed"
Kayum put his hand on the door and turned to his allies as if to ask if they where ready. Alduin nodded his head and summoned his power casting a barrier around himself and strengthening his allies. Morgana knocked an arrow in her bow and held it up ready to shoot. Kayum pushed the door open into the darkness.
"Allow me" said Alduin summoning a glowing orb of light in the air illuminating the dark.
"Ah this air is so foul and stinks of blood." stated Morgana.
"Aye I guess the kahjit was right about those trolls being here." said Alduin.
The light revealed skulls stacked along the wall and many bones littering the floor no doubt people who had tried to slay the monsters and failed.AS they walked the wind slightly whispered to them as they went deeper it got louder till it sounded like people talking.
"huh how odd almost sounds like people." said Alduin stepping ahead of his friends. IF only they had been more careful, there was a soft click as ALduins foot touched the ground. Alduin looked at his friends his eyes widened as he tried to step back but he too late. The darts shot out plunging into his chest delivering their poison.
"Alduin!" shouted Kayum running to his side as he lay on the ground shaking from the poison. Maybe if it had hit someone else Alduin could have helped them with his magic but fate frowned upon him.
"What do we do!? What do we do!?" Shouted Morgana trying to revive Alduin but it was to no avail. he lay dead in the barrow.
"We will give him a proper burial when we return." said Kayum to Morgana trying to comfort her. "We will finish this for Alduin." said Kayum.
He walked down into the catacombs leading Morgana deeper into the barrows system of tunnels.
"Don't worry if there are too many we will turn back." said Kayum turning around to address Morgana only to see darkness. Kayums eyes widened as he searched for her but it was to no avail. He ran back passing several alcoves and shelves with rags on them until he tripped on something.
"Ah damn what the hell?" he said turning to see what he had tripped on, it was Morgana.
As he examined her body tears dripped from his eyes onto the ground he noticed through his blurred vision a large cut along her face, whatever killed her it was no troll.
"Hello my friend." said a voice in the darkness thick with an accent.
"Who is that!?" Kayum asked the darkness. Out of the shadows stepped the nameless kahjit who had told him of the trolls.
"You people" he chuckled "you shouldn't trust strangers so easily."
"What! Why would you do this!?" Demanded Kayum. "you killed my best friends!"
"Because you people are fools and give us easy money."
"You son of a bi..." said Kayum drawing his blade only to trip and stumble something had hit hit his knee. A hand had poked out of the shadows holding a bow. The kahjit stood over him smiling as Kayum fell to the floor and the darkness took over him never to see the light of day again.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): I like many of my kind was born and raised in Morrowind my father was a blacksmith in Ald'ruhn of no renown and my mother was just a caretaker of house Redoran. When I was young i would often be bullied by the larger children but I usually got back at them usually by planting stolen things on them or convince an older kid to fight them. Of course usually they took out their anger on me and if that wasn't bad enough my father thought I was a trouble maker so he never talked to me and my mother was too afraid to show me any affection. So because of this I usually either stayed in my room and read or walked amongst the forest staying away from people. In there I met an old dunmer woman some called a witch who also felt uncomfortable amongst the people of the city. SO I went to visit her everyday and she eventually took me as her apprentice teaching me her magic and skill of potions. Unfortunately she never woke one day and i never finished my apprenticeship. I never cried so much in my life even when my own grandparents died. What I did learn served me well it gave me confidence to stand up to those who tried to bully me. Unfortunately not many people trusted me learning my magic from one they called a witch so i was shunned even worse than before.
Several years later my father was murdered his body was charred beyond recognition the only way he was identified was by his ring. When they came to decide who to blame for it I was chosen since I knew magic and it would have been easier to do with magic even though they had no proof it was done with magic. They threw me in the dungeon for the night and after a week they came up with enough so called evidence to warrant my hanging so I did the only thing I person who wanted to live would do I made a plan to escape. The next morning they came for me only to find an empty cell. They opened it and searched for me but to no avail. Little did they know opening the cell is what freed me I secretly snuck a potion on myself and was able to make myself invisible with it. I then left the dungeons and went to my home, but not the one in the city my real home the one in the forest where I had learned who i was. I gathered my things into a bag and ran as I left I saw a bunch of the villagers heading into the forest with torches looking for me. So I headed northwest hoping I would be safe when I reached Skyrim. After many months of travel I finally reached it the place I hoped to be my new home and learn to master my magic. I spent a few years in Solitude trying to start a new life but then the dragons came back. So I headed to Markarth hoping its great stone would protect me from dragon fire. Now I start anew in a place I hope to call home and one day start a family. (I realize i did the cliche killing my parents thing but i am not seeking revenge is it still ok?)
IGN: Uleftthedooropen
Age: 19
Role-Play Exp.: I have played on an rp server since September and spent a month on LOTC.
Why Us: I want to try a different rp server and i really enjoy skyrim.
Time You Can Dedicate: 20 hours a week or more cause i do not work much.
IC
Name: Frau Morvir
Race: Dunmer
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Appearance: I have long gray almost white hair tied back into a ponytail, ceremonial face paint going diagonally up my cheeks, I consider myself thin even for a dunmer but I have a rather thin face which some of the females rather enjoy.
Fears: When i was young i nearly drowned whilst trying to save my pet rat, so i would say i am terrified of water and my father.
Personality: Well some call me arrogant but i think they are intimidated by my leadership skills and intelligence, I doubt I have ever been wrong. Most women cannot resist my elven charms unless they are those brutish nords who fear my people for our great power but disguise it as hate. I understand the need to complete a job even if that means i must leave others to die.
Occupation: Well you could say i am an acquirer of objects, if I am paid right I would venture into oblivion itself which I have never done but the price has not been right.
Skills: Like most of my kind I am naturally more skilled at destruction magic, i can wield a single handed blade pretty well but not heavier ones.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Three figures walked through the cold their leader a tall man with a large blade on his back.
"Damn this weather, Talos must be in a foul mood he has cursed our journey." said the tall one
One of the ones following him huffed and puffed clearly not that physically fit, his breathe forming a fog in front of him. He was a small bosmer carrying no weapons.
"Silly Kayum, Talos has no control over weather you nords think Talos is god of everything"
"Bah and what would you know Alduin you lived in the trees till you where twenty." said Kayum.
The third a woman with a face half beautiful and half burned rolled her eyes in contempt at the bickering men. She pulled her bow out looking at the beautiful carving detailing her weapon.
"You should ready yourself men we are close to the barrow." said the woman
Kayum drew his great blade with one hand for his other was but a stump lost long ago.
"What a time for my old wound to hurt, an ill omen." said Kayum.
"Bah, we can take those trolls, I'll fry em Morgana will shoot em and what few reach us you cleave em into bits."
They nodded in agreement thinking their plan foolproof.
"With the money from this I just might be able to retire." said Kayum looking at where his hand would have been "I can't keep doing this"
Then from over the hill they saw it the great old iron doors of the barrow looming ominously against the snow.
Kayum stood in front of the doors beside his allies.
"There is no turning back now are you sure we should do this?" said Kayum
"We came too far to turn back now." said Morgana.
"Agreed"
Kayum put his hand on the door and turned to his allies as if to ask if they where ready. Alduin nodded his head and summoned his power casting a barrier around himself and strengthening his allies. Morgana knocked an arrow in her bow and held it up ready to shoot. Kayum pushed the door open into the darkness.
"Allow me" said Alduin summoning a glowing orb of light in the air illuminating the dark.
"Ah this air is so foul and stinks of blood." stated Morgana.
"Aye I guess the kahjit was right about those trolls being here." said Alduin.
The light revealed skulls stacked along the wall and many bones littering the floor no doubt people who had tried to slay the monsters and failed.AS they walked the wind slightly whispered to them as they went deeper it got louder till it sounded like people talking.
"huh how odd almost sounds like people." said Alduin stepping ahead of his friends. IF only they had been more careful, there was a soft click as ALduins foot touched the ground. Alduin looked at his friends his eyes widened as he tried to step back but he too late. The darts shot out plunging into his chest delivering their poison.
"Alduin!" shouted Kayum running to his side as he lay on the ground shaking from the poison. Maybe if it had hit someone else Alduin could have helped them with his magic but fate frowned upon him.
"What do we do!? What do we do!?" Shouted Morgana trying to revive Alduin but it was to no avail. he lay dead in the barrow.
"We will give him a proper burial when we return." said Kayum to Morgana trying to comfort her. "We will finish this for Alduin." said Kayum.
He walked down into the catacombs leading Morgana deeper into the barrows system of tunnels.
"Don't worry if there are too many we will turn back." said Kayum turning around to address Morgana only to see darkness. Kayums eyes widened as he searched for her but it was to no avail. He ran back passing several alcoves and shelves with rags on them until he tripped on something.
"Ah damn what the hell?" he said turning to see what he had tripped on, it was Morgana.
As he examined her body tears dripped from his eyes onto the ground he noticed through his blurred vision a large cut along her face, whatever killed her it was no troll.
"Hello my friend." said a voice in the darkness thick with an accent.
"Who is that!?" Kayum asked the darkness. Out of the shadows stepped the nameless kahjit who had told him of the trolls.
"You people" he chuckled "you shouldn't trust strangers so easily."
"What! Why would you do this!?" Demanded Kayum. "you killed my best friends!"
"Because you people are fools and give us easy money."
"You son of a bi..." said Kayum drawing his blade only to trip and stumble something had hit hit his knee. A hand had poked out of the shadows holding a bow. The kahjit stood over him smiling as Kayum fell to the floor and the darkness took over him never to see the light of day again.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): I like many of my kind was born and raised in Morrowind my father was a blacksmith in Ald'ruhn of no renown and my mother was just a caretaker of house Redoran. When I was young i would often be bullied by the larger children but I usually got back at them usually by planting stolen things on them or convince an older kid to fight them. Of course usually they took out their anger on me and if that wasn't bad enough my father thought I was a trouble maker so he never talked to me and my mother was too afraid to show me any affection. So because of this I usually either stayed in my room and read or walked amongst the forest staying away from people. In there I met an old dunmer woman some called a witch who also felt uncomfortable amongst the people of the city. SO I went to visit her everyday and she eventually took me as her apprentice teaching me her magic and skill of potions. Unfortunately she never woke one day and i never finished my apprenticeship. I never cried so much in my life even when my own grandparents died. What I did learn served me well it gave me confidence to stand up to those who tried to bully me. Unfortunately not many people trusted me learning my magic from one they called a witch so i was shunned even worse than before.
Several years later my father was murdered his body was charred beyond recognition the only way he was identified was by his ring. When they came to decide who to blame for it I was chosen since I knew magic and it would have been easier to do with magic even though they had no proof it was done with magic. They threw me in the dungeon for the night and after a week they came up with enough so called evidence to warrant my hanging so I did the only thing I person who wanted to live would do I made a plan to escape. The next morning they came for me only to find an empty cell. They opened it and searched for me but to no avail. Little did they know opening the cell is what freed me I secretly snuck a potion on myself and was able to make myself invisible with it. I then left the dungeons and went to my home, but not the one in the city my real home the one in the forest where I had learned who i was. I gathered my things into a bag and ran as I left I saw a bunch of the villagers heading into the forest with torches looking for me. So I headed northwest hoping I would be safe when I reached Skyrim. After many months of travel I finally reached it the place I hoped to be my new home and learn to master my magic. I spent a few years in Solitude trying to start a new life but then the dragons came back. So I headed to Markarth hoping its great stone would protect me from dragon fire. Now I start anew in a place I hope to call home and one day start a family. (I realize i did the cliche killing my parents thing but i am not seeking revenge is it still ok?)