Okay, so this is a prison RP, set in the one and only Imperial City Prison, you'll have to come up with a back story on why you were sentenced. We start out in the Prison Yard (even though it doesn't exist in-game.) and maybe the guards are pushing you about, maybe you're working out or whatever, but start how you want and eventually we'll break out and go to a Camp-out in Vilverin, or you go your own way, but we break out no matte what.

RULES:
- PM all CS's to me
- No character control
- Use decent spelling and punctuation
- No character killing unless you PM them and ask
- One character per-person
- You can control guards for character development purposes but I'll control 'em for main storyline purposes.
- Dwemer technology has been discovered 20 years ago. (A small suprise for you all.)
- You start with no weapons or armour apart from sack cloth clothes and
- HAVE FUN!!!

We shall begin when we have 8 people...more can join after though... (IT IS NEVER TOO LATE TO JOIN!)

PM me any CS you want, follow mine if you want.


Characters...

Firenze (me)

Name: Firenze
Nickname: Fir (pronounced Fur)
Race: Khajiit / Imperial breed.
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Birth sign: The Steed
Focus: Stealth, but is very talented in combat
Main skills: Short blades, Light Armour, Marksman, Stealth, Hand-to-Hand, Long blades and Speechcraft.
General appearance: A strong, but honourable man who will die for what he believes in.
Hair: Sandy in colour but neat and smooth, reaches just below the ear.
Eye Colour: Yellow, cats pupils
Height: About average, 5 ft. 10
Tattoos/Scars: A tattoo of his birth sign on the left of his neck. A scar in the shape of a cross on his chest, one a centimetre below his heart.
Mental Description: Strong, bold and pure of heart.
Weapons: None because he’s In prison. (He gets them back later.)
Primary Clothing/Armour: A hooded black travelling cloak and pure black mithril armour, no fingers on the gauntlets, with red F’s emblazoned lots on the back of the gloves, the chest, shoulders and feet.
Secondary Clothing/Armour (what you use for the Prison section of the RP): Coarse cloth pants, leather sandals and wrist locks.
Job/Bio: Worked as an apprentice smith in The March Rider, along with a Khajiit, who doesn’t seem to talk a lot but through his other job, he knows him well. He belongs to the Dark Brotherhood and is at the rank of Executioner. He served in the Brotherhood after him and his companion Jyrath left each other for a while. Firenze joined a month after the Purification and rose through the ranks quickly, showing a lot of prowess. He doesn’t know much about his past, just that his mother was killed by bandits and his father was a drunkard. He left home when he was 13 and learnt to fend for himself. He was sentenced because he was caught assassinating a rich Dunmer noble.

Rachel the Breton

Name: Livitsa Levevna
Nickname: Liv
Race: Khajiit
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Birth sign: The Thief
Focus: Stealth
Main skills: Sneak, Lockpicking, Marksman, hand-to-hand, alteration
General appearance: Wiry, athletic young khajiit
Hair: Brown
Eye Color: Green/blue cat eyes
Height: 6'0"
Tattoos/Scars: None; does wear a jewel right above the center of her eyebrows, however
Mental Description: Adventuresome, noble minded, sometimes quick to anger, but just and loyal
Weapons: fists (right now)
Primary Clothing/Armor: Black, lightweight armor; doesn't make much noise, and offers a little more protection than than regular clothes
Secondary Clothing/Armor: prison clothes
Job/Bio: Livitsa grew up in one of the provinces, but, facing discrimination as a khajiit, she moved to the Imperial City. Her dream was to someday become an imperial assassin, taking orders directly from the emperor; she had some initial skills, but realized that she needed to improve herself. Therefore she took a job as an accountant for the city, and used her wages to pay for some advanced magic and combat training. Meanwhile, the longer she worked, the more puzzled she became with what she saw; figures just weren't adding up. Finally, she went to her superiors with her strange findings; they dismissed her, and warned her to desist in her investigations. Certain that she had stumbled on some serious corruption, Livitsa continued to search for answers. Her actions were not unnoticed, however, and she found herself arrested and thrown into prison on trumped up charges. She has sworn to free herself and exact revenge on those who imprisoned her, and expose the corruption she initially found.

XxHavokxX

Name: Tiberious Romanos

Nickname: Lion

Race:Imperial/Nord

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Birth sign: The Warrior

Focus: Combat

Main skills: Hand-to-Hand, Long Blade, Athletics, Heavy armor, Block, Spear

General appearance: A tall olive skinned imperial with a very large build and short black hair with the focused eyes and eagle like nose of an imperial.
Hair: Short and black, maybe an inch long

Eye Colour: green

Height: very tall around 6'1 or '2

Build: Broad shouldered and heavily muscled

Tattoos/Scars: An intricate norse tribal tattoo that runs across the right side of his chest,his right shoulder,down to his wrist,and part of his back

Mental Description: Jaded and tired of the corrupted woirld he looks out for noone but himself

Weapons: None,but usualy he carries an intriactely carved silver sythe

Primary Clothing/Armour: An imperial legion curiass with the chaos emblem carved in the shoulders,black leather greaves and leather calvary boots

Secondary Clothing/Armour finer linen clothes (earned from being in the prison system and taking them from more well off prisoners,or earning them) poorly made shoes.

Job/Bio: born into the slums of the imperial city, he never knew his nordic father and when he became older he realized his mother had been [censored]. His large build and good looks gave him the idea to be a noble's retainer. his charm and looks quickly landed himself in the noble's wife's bedchamber. When Tiberious was caght he slew the noble's two body guards and fled. With a warrant out for his arrest he became aquainted with the theives guild. his lack of stealth was made up for his ability at combat to where he landed jobs guarding the bosses. Eventualy his temper landed him in trouble with the guards where he fist fought two beggars who wouldnt take his glare and swift no as an answer to their begging for gold. after being arrested and tried for the murders and his public disturbance he was shipped to the imperial prison.

Long John

Name: John Ragnar

Race: Nord

Age: 21

Gender: Male
Birth sign: The Warrior

Focus: Combat

Main skills: Short and long blade and unarmored combat.

General appearance: A tall and muscular nord with pale skin and a thick beard (from being in jail for a while)

Hair: Long dirt blond hair going slightly past his shoulders.

Eye Colour: Brown

Height: About average, 6 ft. 4
Tattoos/Scars: N/A

Mental Description: Calm and zen... accept when in battle. That's when he unleashes hell and destroys his enemies.

Weapons: None.

Job/Bio: John was raised by middle class family in bruma. And then became a traveling bounty hunter for the legion. He was the guy who hunted down Wanted thieves and killers alike and brought them back either dead or alive. He made loads of money for this, almost 1000 septims per person. And he was damn good at it.
Then one day out of no were he was accused of killing an innocent man. John's theory is that his real orders was replaced with fake orders telling him to murder the innocent person. Because John has only ever killed people when given permission by the legion, and even then he tried to let them live. Someone in the legion had it in for him.
It has been one year since John's been in jail and he hungers for freedom.

Dark Fox

Name: Keith
Nickname: Mr.Pimp (Lol just you really don't have to rp that if you don't want to)
Race: Redguard
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Birth sign: The Theif
Focus: Swordmen, streghth, and speed
Main skills: Long Blades, Sneak, Block, Hand to hand, Armomer, Heavy Armor
General appearance: Has brown colored skin. Looks something thisixcept not as red and big lips
Hair: Black Buzz cut
Eye Colour: Brown
Height: About average, 6.3 feet
Tattoos/Scars: several scars on his back.
Mental Description: Strong and fearful looking
Weapons: wishes he had some so he could kick some ass, but just uses hands since he's in jail.
Primary Clothing/Armour: usually wears all blades armor minus the helmet
Secondary Clothing/Armour (what you use for the Prison section of the RP): Sack Cloth Pants
Job/Bio: Use to work as a Pirate in Hammerfell. He worked for a pirate company called the Black Sharks, and they were a quite powerful pirate company throughout the seas of Hammerfell and owned well over 20 ships in Hammerfell. Sadly these pirates were tooken down by the local goverment as they had caught on to their growth and started to notice the effect their raids were having on the economy. Within one month an army of boats had already sank and arrested everyone involved in the pirate company, including Kieth. All Prisoners were then sent to Cyrodil to await trial.

JonasVault101


Name: Ri'zaym

Nickname: Ri'zaym

Race: Khajiit

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Birth sign: The Warrior

Focus: Combat, but is a good with stealthy ambushes and sneaking.

Main skills: Short blades, Light Armour, Marksman, Stealth, Hand-to-Hand, Long blades, thrown, and Spears.

General appearance: A big Khajiit, a Cathay-raht, one of the mighty "jaguar-men" of Elsweyr.

Hair: all Black with golden spots, very thick fur.

Eye Colour: Yellow, sharp cat eyes

Height: Like a Cathay-raht, 6'8"

Tattoos/Scars: His arm, chest, and back fur was dyed red and yellow in strange tribal symbols. He has four scars on his chest from battles, and an arrowhead still lodged in his leg, but Ri'zaym doesn't mind.

Mental Description: Strong, bold, fearless, fearsome, and protective over his friends. But he can go into a frenzy.

Weapons: None while in prison. (Stashed outside by his pride-brothers)

Primary Clothing/Armour: He wears a copper plated leather neck guard, ornamented. On his torso he wears a thick kidney belt with a blue tribal sash tied around it, with gold and steel plates on the belt. His left bicep has a copper guard, and his fore-arm has a vambrace of copper and leather as well. While his right arm is decorated with arm bands and bracelets of the tribal Khajiit. he wears a thick, blue cloth skirt and sandals.

Secondary Clothing/Armour: Coarse cloth pants, leather sandals and wrist locks.

Job/Bio: Grew up in the jungles and oasis's of Elsweyr, raised as a warrior, for he was a Cathay-raht. Made a living on hunting and fur trading, as well as meat trading. Ri'zaym was bored of the desert, so he traveled to Black Marsh and began a life of smuggling. Soon he was involved in guerrilla warfare with the locals. He fled to the Imperial province of Cyrodiil, and went into hiding because the Shadowscales had a hit on him. He was eventually caught smuggling ebony and glass across the border of Morrowind, winding him up in prison.

Oblivion7290

Name - Ralas Hlaalu
Nickname - None
Race - Dunmer
Age - 22
Gender - Male
Birth Sign - The Warrior
Focus - Combat (With a few Stealth and Magic skills mixed in also)
Main Skills - Blade, Block, Armorer, Destruction, Sneak, Security, Marksman
General Appearance - A young, well-muscled Dark Elf who's appearance is one of an experienced, disciplined, and utterly deadly warrior
Hair - Grayish-blue, messy, unkept, and shaggy
Eye Color - Red
Height - 5 ft, 11 1/2 inches
Tatoos/Scars - A long scars running from below his left ear to the bottom of his left jawline, and two ragged scars running parallel diagonally from the center of his left cheek to the edge of his left lip.
Mental Description - A smart, cunning Dark Elf who's young age belies an extremely smart being who has seen many things, including some not-so-good-things in the short span of his lifetime.
Weapons - Dwarven Long and Short swords, an ancient, ancestral Hlaalu longsword, enchanted and so sharp it can cut through many forms of armor, and that has been passed down from father to son for innumerable years. It has spilled the blood of many of the Hlaalu's enemies, and is honored so much that it has been given an special Dunmer name that is only known by the sword's wielders.
Primary Clothing/Armor - An ancient, and also ancestral set of Hlaalu armor, also passed down from father to son with it's counterpart, the enchanted longsword.
Secondary Clothing/Armor - Cloth pants, shirt, and sandals, along with a pair of metal wrist bracers.
Biography - Born to a wealthy and honored Hlaalu family around the time the Nerevarine appeared and overthrew Dagoth Ur, Ralas grew up admiring this hero, much to the anger of his father, who utterly despised a being he refered to as a 'worthless, good for nothing, outlanish imposter and n'wah'. At the age of 15, he ran away from home, giving up a promising future, and went off into Morrowind in search of adventure. After many years of being a freelance mercenary/adventurer/treasure hunter, Ralas took a job to assassinate a high-up noble while he was visiting Balmora. However, his employer left out one small detail - the noble was Ralas's father. Having disowned his son when he 'ran away like a cowardly child' Ralas's father was shown no mercy by Ralas as he was brutally beheaded by his own son, while he pleaded desperately for his life. "Don't be a coward like me father." Ralas had snarled as he had prepared to land the fatal blow. I'll try not to make you suffer. Too much." After running from the scene, he was apprehended two days later in the hills of Vvardenfell by Imperial Forces, stripped of his possessions, and sent to the Imperial Prison in Cyrodiil.

Jyrath96

Name: Jyrath
Nickname: Jy
Race: Royal Imperial / Imga ( A ape like creature)
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Birth sign: The Warrior
Focus: Combat, but is a stronger runner.
Main skills: Hand-to-hand, blade, athletics, Armorer, heavy armor and acrobatics.
General appearance:Very strong, has a generally very dark brown fur.
Hair: A very thin layer of black fur that makes the man look greyish in colour.
Eye Colour: Shimmering golden eyes, that change to red when nearing death.
Height: Very tall, 6ft 6
Tattoos/Scars:He has a single tattoo of 2 Daedric claymores crossing on the left side of his chest with flames surrounding them. he has a large burn mark on his stomach from a encounter in a ayleid ruin.
Mental Description: Strong, Scared of heights, has no religion and is always calm in battle.
Weapons: None becuase he is in prison ( but normally has a enchanted gauntlet with blades on the forearm and a Enchanted axe that has one side like a mace.)
Primary Clothing/Armour: A custom armor which is a mix of elven and dwarven armor, the colour of pure black with crimson markings, short spikes are placed on the elbows, kneecaps, shoulders and helmet, the helmet has only two holes for his eyes and one for his mouth, the eye holes are enchanted to glow red, the chest is plated however the stomach is covered with chainmail.
Secondary Clothing/Armour (what you use for the Prison section of the RP): Coarse cloth pants, leather sandals and wrist locks. He has a ring was his dead wives and a amulet as a old reminder of when he went to Skyrim.
Job/Bio: Worked as an master smith in Bruma, worked for the Fighters Guild and achieved the rank of Guardian but defected to the Blackwood company but was displeased with the way the operated and left. He is a long-time friend of Firenze, he was beaten as a child so he has a lust for destruction.

Zalphon

Race: Dunmer
Class: Spell-Knight
Skills: Blade, Restoration, Destruction, Conjuration, Heavy Armor, Lockpicking, Speechcraft
Favored Attributes: Strength, Intelligence
Armor/clothing: Black Robes and a Black Hood
Weapon: A steel dagger
Appearance: Red Eyes, Black Hair, Ash-Colored Skin.
Age: 23
Religion: Daedric Worshipper
Biography: He lived an uneventful life as a child, but at age 19, he watched as an imperial legion soldier killed his parents in Morrowind. He left Morrowind afterwards, with some regrets, such as his girlfriend Ahnassi, but then he decided, Cyrodiil was his destiny. So he went
Skills: Blade, Restoration, Destruction, Conjuration, Heavy Armor, Lockpicking, Speechcraft
Favored Attributes: Strength, Intelligence
Armor/clothing: Black Robes and a Black Hood
Weapon: A steel dagger
Appearance: Red Eyes, Black Hair, Ash-Colored Skin.
Age: 23
Religion: Daedric Worshipper
Biography: He lived an uneventful life as a child, but at age 19, he watched as an imperial legion soldier killed his parents in Morrowind. He left Morrowind afterwards, with some regrets, such as his girlfriend Ahnassi, but then he decided, Cyrodiil was his destiny. So he went, and he worships daedra, his preferred daedra are Hircine (he likes hunting people), Boethia (Dark Elf Daedra Prince), and Mephala. He just killed several rogue daedra, and was arrested by an imperial guard for misfiring... Now he is in prison.

Hmm, I would join but the whole not being able to control guards thing could stunt some character development. -shrug-

ill join this but first i gotta go because my ass feels like its on the verge of exploding

Lol, Dark Fox, okay maybe some guard control, but the main things, IE: Plots and where to go...

Come on guys, is anyone gonna enter? (I seem kinda beggy don't ?)

K. I'll join later, dood

I might join but I want to die during the escape or something

I sent my Sheet to Firenze already, this is gonna be EPIC!

Just sent Firenze my CS. This is my first RP at this site and I'm really excited about it! I just hope I do ok.

Dammit i was gonna do a Khajiit but everyone else picked that. Oh well black people are always cool

Name: Keith
Nickname: Mr.Pimp (Lol just you really don't have to rp that if you don't want to)
Race: Redguard
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Birth sign: The Theif
Focus: Swordmen, streghth, and speed
Main skills: Long Blades, Sneak, Block, Hand to hand, Armomer, Heavy Armor
General appearance: Has brown colored skin. Looks something http://www.uesp.net/w/images/images.new/b/bb/Redguard_official.jpgexcept not as red and big lips
Hair: Black Buzz cut
Eye Colour: Brown
Height: About average, 6.3 feet
Tattoos/Scars: several scars on his back.
Mental Description: Strong and fearful looking
Weapons: wishes he had some so he could kick some ass, but just uses hands since he's in jail.
Primary Clothing/Armour: usually wears all blades armor minus the helmet
Secondary Clothing/Armour (what you use for the Prison section of the RP): Sack Cloth Pants
Job/Bio: Use to work as a Pirate in Hammerfell. He worked for a pirate company called the Black Sharks, and they were a quite powerful pirate company throughout the seas of Hammerfell and owned well over 20 ships in Hammerfell. Sadly these pirates were tooken down by the local goverment as they had caught on to their growth and started to notice the effect their raids were having on the economy. Within one month an army of boats had already sank and arrested everyone involved in the pirate company, including Kieth. All Prisoners were then sent to Cyrodil to await trial.

Sure, of course, we'll make something up...


EVERYONE, YOU ARE ALLOWED TO BEGIN!

Jyrath stumbled into the courtyard where all the other convicts were rounded up like sheep, he made it to a shadey corner and collapsed. He felt his swollen temple.
" Ugh, un-neccesary..."

Firenze strolled out of the wooden double doors that lead to the Prison Courtyard from the seemingly endless alley that lead from the Bastion to where he was now. He quinted against the bright sunlight, raising his hand over his eyes.
"Ah," He thought to himself. "That's what the Sun looks like..." Firenze tended to humor himself.
Chuckling aloud he strolled past the random criminals that were working out or chatting to each other. Suddenly he passed a well-muscled Argonian who drunkly shouted at him.
"Stop disturbing my baby muffins!" There seemed to be more insane people here than criminals.

Firenz then walked over to a bench placed near the Eastern wall, sat down and slyly took a book that he had hidden in his trousers and began to read An Ayleid Reference Text, just incase it happened again...

Liv paced up and down the courtyard, the pupils of her green-blue eyes very narrow in the bright sunlight. She felt her tail twitch impatiently, reflexively...she couldn't help it. She had been caged too long, and it was driving her mad. Her nerves were always on edge lately, and she couldn't calm them. She needed to be free, and soon. She couldn't imagine spending another week here, much less a month, or a year, or however long it was that they intended to keep her. No, she needed to get out of this hellhole.

Ri'zaym was boxing another inmate out in the courtyard, a tall Orc. Boy was it a site, and there was somewhat of a crowd around the two, including guards and inmates alike all making bets. The big Cathay-raht swung his powerful fists, slamming the Orc into a wall, then he grabbed him and began to beat the hell out of the Orc.

Finally the Orc simply collapsed, wheezing, and whimpering. Ri'zaym was panting hard and blood trickled from his lip where the Orc had made a solid blow. He pushed past the rest of the inmates, none of them wanting to get in his way. He then sat down in the shade against a wall, he noticed another Khajiit there, reading a book. "Hey, you. What's your name?"

Tapping his foot impatiently Firenze angrily shut the book, then hid it in the internal pocket of his coarse cloth three quatre length shorts. A warm sea-breeze blew over the wall on which his back was resting, rustling his grey-ish sandy fur, Firenze flicked his sandy hair from his face and stood up.
"I'm sick of being cooped up like this..." He was beginning to tire of not being able to move as he wished, to run around, climb and jump, this was torture...

Firenze noticed another Khajiit standing in the centre of the yard, flicking her tail angrily. Wondering what her story was, he layed front-down on the floor.
One, two, three, four... He grunted under his breath as he did press-up's, he needed to strengthen himself for the inevitable,
It's comin soon...

Soon, after 55 press-up's, a male Khajiit came along, and without any greeting asked for his name.
I could use this man, he looks strong...
"The name's Firenze," He said, offering his hand to shake after getting up. "And you are.?"

OOC: Jonas, read my post, I edited it for your char to be in there...

Liv stopped her pacing for a moment, her attention drawn by a group of khajiit by the wall. She studied them silently for a few moments, the twitching of her tail slowing. She wondered what they were there for, and what they were capable of.

She felt sure that she could handle most of the locks in the prison with her spells, but she was trained as an assassin, not a warrior. She frowned in concentration. Alone, she wouldn't stand much of a chance, but with a group?

She shook her head at the idea, aggravated by her own stupidity. You don't even know those cats, she chided herself. Whose to say they wouldn't just turn you in, to improve their own standing with the guards?

She turned to resume her pacing, but the idea didn't disappear entirely. It wouldn't hurt just to introduce myself, would it? she thought.

"I am Ri'zaym, Cathay-raht of of the Zaagahli tribe. Nice to meet you." said Ri'zaym. Looking around he noticed another Khajiit, a female, she seemed curious of Ri'zaym and Firenze. Ri'zaym then dropped his voice low to a whisper and got closer to Firenze, "I can see it in your eyes, you're planning escape, I can help."

With an anxious gasp Firenze angrily whispered,
"How did you know!?" He patted his hand against his book, nrvously looking around.

"Okay, but listen very carefully and don't tell anyone without my say-so. I am the boss, we do what I saw on the day, and I will be here everyday for the next 2 days, then it'll happen, you'll know when it does, but until then come to me if you want any-one to join us, and lay low kinsman, lay-low..."

"Alright Firenze, you're the boss. I'll be here everyday, or in the courtyard at least." Ri'zaym said. He knew about break-outs, he'd already been in one in a Blackmarsh Fort. But this time it was different. Ri'zaym noticed the female Khajiit still looking in his direction, "I will see you tomorrow kinsman." And Ri'zaym began to walk over to the other Khajiit.

As Ri'zaym walked into the light, his black fur and golden spots began to shine in the sunlight, his muscular form illuminating along with the dyed-fur tattoos. "What is your name, sister?" asked Ri'zaym.

Liv had been watching the other Khajiit for a few minutes now, and had seen both of them take note of her, too. Their clandestine conversation she had not heard, but they were up to something, she was sure of that. And she was pretty sure she knew what, too; their movements, their glances...they mimicked her own...they were the looks and behaviors of caged animals, looking for a way to be free.

"I'm Livitsa Levevna," she said. "Or Liv."

Her forehead creased in thought for a moment. The sun was very bright, and the single gem she wore glistened in its light; the other Khajiit was silent, waiting for her to say something more. Then she made up her mind.

"I don't think I've met you or your friend before," she said, nodding toward the wall, where a third Khajiit remained. She smiled, and added bluntly, "But if you're planning to get out, I want in."

"You must speak to the other one, Firenze is his name. But keep quiet sister, and speak softly." With this, Ri'zaym walked off and began doing acrobatics in the rec area. Despite it being a prison, it had a fine center for bulking up, better than any Legion Training Center probably. Ri'zaym was also thinking of his tribe warriors, who waited outside the walls.

Two days prior he had payed off a Bosmer guard to get a letter to Elsweyr, to Ri'zaym's tribe. He had gotten word that his tribe waited for him 2 miles from the prison, armed and ready, along with his gear.

With this thought, Ri'Zaym quit his exercise and ran back over to Firenze, crouching beside him. "I have something to tell you." And Ri''zaym outlined the whole plan involving his warriors.

Ralas had seen the two Khajiit conversing with the other cat-like being, the one that had the book. Ralas had been here only for a few days, and knew none of the other prisoners, knew nothing about them, their regular behaviors and personalities, however, the way those two had been acting towards the one with the book...

Something was up, something big, and Ralas was going to find out what. Khajiit are secretive, and they don't trust just anyone. But I have to try. I have to get out of here. She's counting on me, and I can't let her down.