Introduction and Commentary


The main idea of this RP is to begin as a criminal or scoundrel, and work your way into the Dark Brotherhood. You begin outside of the guild, but Lucien Lachance (RPed by me) will eventually find you in your sleep. You join either by accident, or intentional murder. You could RP that you kill a pesant and I will visit you. You could kill someone out of spite, and I will visit you. Either way, you will somehow be involved with the Dark brotherhood. I will play all major DB members like Ocheeva, Lucien, and other important characters in the story, as well as my own character.

It is absolutely neccessary to play as a DB member in this thread (after initiation). No other forms of characters are allowed. Your character is free to work solo on missions or with other members. You will encounter assignments and missions that aren't assassinations, such as information gathering or anything similar.

Rules and Guidelines

1) No mind reading or all-knowing characters
2) Be realistic with your posts. Characters can and will die. It is suggested to have two characters. Both are allowed at the beginning but it is reccomended to submit one later when your old has died or if you wish to speed the story along.
3) No controlling other's characters, or major characters such as Ocheeva or Lucien.
4) If your character is traveling long distances, actually travel, no instant travel
5) Be creative, all characters are allowed, as long as they tie in with the story
6) No "god mode" or "ubering"
Lucky #7) You cannot start with uber equipment at the beginning. Iron, Steel, Leather, and Fur are the basics and what you should begin with. Enchanted equipment is allowed but keep it small.
8) Use good grammar and spelling
9) Post as often as possible, RPs aren't an obligation but certainly require you to post. No double posts are allowed, but as long as someone posted after your last post, you can post again.
10) PM me all Character Sheets, posting them is allowed however, just let me approve first. This does not apply to those who posted before this added rule
11) Use OOC brackets when speaking out of character

Character Sheets

All credit goes to Morty14 for his character sheet setup.



General Information
Name:
Gender:
Race:
Birthsign:(Oblivion signs only)
Age:
Personality:

Class Information

Class name and Description (custom, if you wish)
Specialization: Magic, Combat, or Stealth (Stealth seems to be obvious, but all three are allowed)
Skills: (7, any of the ones available in Oblivion. This does not include Morrowind skills)

Appearance

Height:
Weight:
General Appearance: (consider race/gender when describing)
Standard Attire: (For when you are suited for a mission or combat, meaning clothes)

Equipment

Armor: (consider rule #7)
Weapons: (Again, rule #7)
Enchanted items: (Same as above, keep it simple. None is a perfectly legitimate option here)

Disposition

Towards the law:
Towards the Nine:
Towards the legal guilds:
Towards the Empire:
General Disposition:

NOTE

After two to three character sheets have been submitted, the story will advance. At the end of your first post, introduce your character and what he is doing. Your first murder does not have to happen in your first post. It could reach page 2 before you even join the DB (hopefully I'm not too ambitious.)

Also, here are the ranks in the DB.

Murderer, Slayer, Eliminator, Assassin, Executioner, Silencer, Speaker, Listener

coolness. I will be submitting a chacter sheet for this latter tonight. I will have to think about my chacter for this one, looks like it will be fun RP though.

Guessing I need to post it, not PM it...

General Information

Name: Rayyn Bragh
Gender: Male
Race: Imperial
Birthsign: Thief
Age: Twenty
Personality:
- Passionate;
- Ruthless;
- Obedient;
- Blood thirsty;

Class Information


Class name and Description: Dark Ranger; hunts by the night. Skilled in both blade and bow (eh, not sure what do put for this bit)
Specialization: Stealth
Skills:
- Blade;
- Marksmen;
- Sneak;
- Security;
- Light Armour;
- Acrobatics;
- Illusion;

Appearance


Height: Five foot, eight inches
Weight: Eight Stone and a half
General Appearance: Scruffy, short black hair. Well defined muscles. Boney face. Overall, dark.
Standard Attire: (Um...Wouldn't this be covered under 'equipment'? If not, I'll edit it)

Equipment


Armor:
- Leather Boots;
- Leather Cuirass;
- Leather Gauntlets;
- Leather Greaves;

Weapons:
- Fine Iron Dagger;
- Fine Iron Bow;
- Iron Arrows;

Enchanted items:
- None;

Disposition


Towards the law: It's not illegal if the guards don't see...
Towards the Nine: Fakes, well and truly
Towards the legal guilds: Pathetic wastes of time
Towards the Empire: Power-hungry inbreds
General Disposition: Looking for an answer; the truth

OOC: Like I said, END YOUR FIRST POST WITH YOUR CHARACTER'S INTRODUCTION! It can be any kind of intro just please do this. Thank you. Also, don't forget to use OOC when speaking out of character.

IC:

Jak entered the Bloated Float in the Imperial City, his snake Valeris hanging from his shoulders and hissing. The High Elven proprietor glanced over at him, obviously disgusted at the serpent slung around his neck. Jak returned the glance as he made his way towards the counter, but a drunkard decided to block his way.

It was a fellow Nord, completely and utterly drunk out of his mind. "Ay you! *belch* Git outta me way. Can't ya see I'm tryin' ta get another drink?" He spat, the smell of liquor almost knocking Jak down. Jak didn't move; he stood there, staring the man down. Something told the drunk that Jak wasn't one to be bothered and he backed off slowly.

Jak chuckled in his mind, Almost got me distracted, he did. "I'll have a glass of wine, please," Jak said, thinking of what he was going to do for work. The only guild that paid good was the Fighters' Guild but that wasn't his forte. The Dark Brotherhood would seem like the next logical choice. That's as gritty and gorey as it gets. He thought.

Edit: hmmmmm..... ooops.

double post. :facepalm:

General Information

Name: Halion
Gender: Male
Race: Altmer
Birthsign: The Lord
Age: 82 (looks in his mid thirties)
Personality: -can be rather sadistic
-an insulting and rather sarcastic sense of humor that some may find rather dark
-can go from cheerful (for him) to depressed and brooding, to downright angry.


Class Information


Class name and Description: Mind Bender- One who uses the power of Illusion to make gains in life.
Specialization: Magic
Skills: Illusion, Destruction, Conjuration, Alteration, Mysticism.


Appearance


Height: 6' 2"
Weight: 155 pounds.
General Appearance: Tall and skinny, like most Altmer, he is rather well toned for an Altmer still. His face is long and slender, with dark eyebrows, that give people the impression that he is constantly scowling. His skin is rather pale, and his eyes are bright blue. He wears his hair long, but kept in a ponytail, and his bangs hang down to cover his eyes.
Standard Attire: Deep blue robes, adorned with flowing silver shapes and lines overlapping each other. Rough leather boots. Simple black tunic underneath with a minor Elemental Shield Enchantment.


Equipment


Armor: Deep blue robes, adorned with flowing silver shapes and lines overlapping each other. Rough leather boots. Simple black tunic underneath with a minor Elemental Shield Enchantment.
Weapons: Steel shortsword with very, very minor Drain Strength enchantment.
Enchanted items: None (except the tunic and sword)


Disposition


Towards the law: Not entirely respectful, though he stays on the good side if he can help it.
Towards the Nine: Hates them. His goal is immortality and he believes the Gods are why they all die eventually. Plus the religious can become annoying with the constant pushing of their Gods on people.
Towards the legal guilds: A member of the Mages Guild, though one who is not in the best standing. The Guild is mainly for gaining access to the vast amounts of information.
Towards the Empire: Dislikes them. the banning of Necromancy is why. he doesn't practice it, but he thinks that the banning of further knowledge is a terrible thing to do.
General Disposition: Depending on his mood, he seems normal to people, and friendly enough, if not a little reclusive.



IC:

Arcane University, Imperial City

Halion tossed the scroll away with a look of disgust on his face, drawing some disapproving looks from some fellow Guild mates at other tables. He rubbed his face tiredly, looking disdainly at the many scrolls and old tomes that littered the two tables he had pulled together. His latest research project was fast becoming tiring and unproductive, as the University held no information on the subject he was after. No useful information anyways.

He rubbed his face once more, and stood up slowly, stretching out the stiffness in his legs as he started towards the stairs. Few mages nodded their greeting to the Altmer, though it hardly bothered him, as their opinion of him was of little or no consequence at all. He walked swiftly, and exited the building, squinting in the light that filled the Universities courtyard, as he made his way to his room, planning on getting a bite to eat on the way, then hopefully to get some sleep for once.

Many times, in his fits of anger, he had considered killing some of the bolder mages who openly hated him. Though the thought pleased him, it would always pass, mostly because he would come to his senses and realize that he would have half of the Mages Guild after him if he were to kill a few of the more prominent members that hated him. And he had nowhere to hide, so he always kept his anger in check, though he enjoyed using his mastery of Illusion on some of the weaker minded members that disliked him.

He wished he could have found what he was looking for, and though he still had a few more books to look for, he doubted he would ever find it in the Mages Guild. Too powerful. he thought as he thought of the magic he wanted to posess through his search.

He went straight to his room, one that he had earned through faked dedication, power, and a little bit of his Illusions to gain, and collapsed on his bed, falling asleep almost immediately, sadistic and cruel thoughts running through his mind that involved some members of the guild.

"Wake, sleeping one," said Lucien Lachance, to the sleeping Altmer, who promptly awoke.
"You are being contacted by the Dark Brotherhood. Do not be alarmed. I am merely here to offer a proposal. A way of... joining our profound society. We have watched you for many days, and for many nights. We have learned of your persuasive, magical ways. We could use someone like you, in our secret little guild. But first... you need to do something for us. To show your devotion. Do us one small favor, and you will finally have the knowledge you seek. Our sanctuary in the north has many books for you to read. Incomparible knowledge of the arcane arts... both natural... and the insidious. The kind you can't learn in this mud hole of ignoramuses. So. What do you say, Altmer?" finished Lachance in his dark, drawl of a voice.

Jak moved away from the counter after having his glass of wine, which tasted like warm horse piss to him. He exited the dirty tavern on the water and headed into the slums on the southern coast of the Waterfront. No one was moving about that night; no thieves running sneaking around and no beggars could be seen limping down the dilapidated roads.

The adrenaline began to pump through his body as he crept towards a lump of tattered and disgusting clothing; the body of a beggar could be found in the alley behind the houses, breathing gently as though nothing were wrong. He'll be put out of his misery. No one will miss him. He assured himself. Jak slid his silver shortsword from the scabbard hanging from his hip.

The beggar began to stir and saw Jak's imposing silhouette towering over his body. A look of fear flew into his face as he realized what was happening. Jak slung the blade down with intense force, relishing the sound of it cleaving through the bone. The beggar's head rolled beautifully and tapped the back of the building with a soft thud. Blood could be seen pooling from the now headless corpse's neck.

It was a strange feeling for Jak, as he'd never felt this before. He wiped his blade on the body's clothing and sped towards the Bloated Float, where he rented a room for the night, confident no one would find the body until late in the morning the next day.

He fell onto the soft bed and slowly dozed into a deep sleep.

OOC: Am I not supposed to actually murder someone before my meeting with Lachance? Or are we playing it differently? I can go this way.

IC:

Halion's dreams were filled with dreams of revenge and power, but were also uneasy and disturbing. He woke suddenly, as he sensed something around him, and indeed there was somebody there. A man in a pure black robe and matching hood stood over his bed, an easy smile on his face like this wasn't something unusual to him. The only thing that had kept Halion from blasting the stranger from his room, was the fact that the images from his dreams were still fresh in his mind, and he couldn't form a spell in his mind.

So he listened as the man spoke, in a way that matched his calm smile and posture. The whole thing unnerved the Altmer, and he noticed that he had a cold sweat going, dripping form his brow and into his eye where it stung him painfully. He listened as intently as he could in his half awake state, but when the man said they had been watching him for many days, he was suddenly wide awake, and a spell of invisibility was forming in his head to make an escape, thinking that his enemies had hired a killer finally.

But when the man made it sound like he wanted Halion, not to kill him, all thoughts of defense were gone. He was listening with all attention now, the promise of the things the things he wanted echoing in his head all too clearly.

It took him a few seconds for Halion to realize the man had actually stopped talking, and seemed to be waiting for him to respond. The Altmer cleared his throat, and spoke, finally finding his voice. "And what would be the cost of getting this information?" he asked. "What job do you require of me?' he asked hesitantly, dreading the answer.

He dearly wanted to finally get the answers he had been searching for these last couple of weeks, and to him anything seemed do-able to get it. A simple calming spell sat on the tip of his tongue, in case the man suddenly became hostile and Halion was forced to escape. He waited for the man's answer, wiping the sweat from his brow, as the images of his dreams slowly faded away to the situation at hand.

Name: Rider Thoth
Gender: Male
Race: Breton
Birthsign: The steed
Age: 25
Personality:
-Bi-polar
Philosphical at sometimes
sometimes pessimestic, optimisitc, nihllist, emtoinless
does not belive in morals or ethics
hates religion
does not belive in love
likes to debate
--member of Mages guild

Class Information


Class name and Description:
Specialization: Magic, combat
Skills: light armour, blade, mysticism, illusion, alteration, restoration, destruction


Appearance


Height: 5'10
Weight: 145 pounds
General Appearance: Rider is the image of the typical Breton. His fingers are long, his face is high and sculpted, and his hair is shoulder length and wavy, and a brown-blonde color.
Standard Attire: Rider often wears a large grey robe, that conceals his armour and weapons

Equipment


Armor: iron armour, it's been crafted to be black, and Rider personally enchanted it so it would hardley make any noise. He does not wear a helmet or metal gloves, but instead fingerless leather ones.
Weapons: a steel shortsword, enchanted to dispell any creatures, two small iron daggers, one kept in his boot, the other one is strapped around his waist.
Enchanted items: enchanted steel sword, enchanted Iron armour


Disposition


Towards the law: he veiws it as a waste of time
Towards the Nine: they dont exsist
Towards the legal guilds: usefull at times
Towards the Empire: a decent place, except for its "world Police" ideas
General Disposition: content
Random:

carries a deck of cards he made, he views them as magical and belives they can indicate the future or provide guidance
owns his own store in the marketplace near the Mages guild, it sells all sorts of basic and intermediate spells and equipment.
sometimes fights in the arena,
paranoid of being attacked, which is why he almost always wears his armour.
IC:Thoth's enchantments

"Thank you for shopping at Thoth's Enchantments. Have a nice day."

Rider spoke, as his last customer left his store as the sun was going down. He walked to his door, and turned the open sign to "closed". Sighing in contentment, he walked back to his counter, and removed the spetims from the coin box. He walked out the door, pulling his robe tight around him, and headed towards the Arcane university. As he walked down the street, he saw three young Imperials walk by him, one of them shoving his roughly as they headed towards his store.

He knew that many people in the Imperial city disliked him, and assumed that these where just more of them. Suddenly he heard a door being broken down, and glass shattering, and a Guard yelling out. Turning on his foot, he saw in dismay that his store was being vandilizd. Swearing he began Casting a chamelon spell on himself, he then ran towards his store. The first of the Vandals fell down with a gurgle, dead, as his insides where rearranged by magick, in one of the most painful alteration spells Rider knew, yet their where no external signs of damage. The other two ran, but the guard managed to tackle one to the ground.
As Rider approached, the Guard had the criminal in manacles, and held out what looked to be a scroll.

"Mr. Thoth, this is one of the vandals that attacked your store. I found this on his body, I belive it belongs to your store."

He accepted a scroll that the Guard was holding. Reading the seal, he found that they where trying to steal one of his 50% Chamelon spells.

"fools, they proably havent the faintest training in Magick. They would have miscast the spell, and who knows what would happen to them. I all I know, is that it wouldnt be a chamelon spell. But Thank you sir. It also appears that one of these criminals has dropped dead. It appears that the crime was to great for him to handle. I assume that he'll receive a proper burial, despite breaking and entering. Theirs no need to press charges ethier, but a warning young man."

He said, and his focused his blue eyes directly onto the Imperial.

"Do not meddle with myself or my store. Bad things might happen. You might get hurt. And the Nine "divines" wont save you then."

With another thanks to the Guard, he returned to his store. Sighing, he drew upon his vast knowledge, and searched for a spell that would repair the damage. Sadly, he didnt have one. Sighing, he cast several spells around his store, including a spell that would strike anyone with a powerful illusion spell, rendering them blind for the night, and rooted to the spot, tell he would arrive at his store.

He then turned, and walked to the Arcane University, tired from the vast amount of spell working he had done. He barely thought about the murdering of one of the vandals as he fell into bed, still in his armour.

"You sleep awfully sound, for a murderer," said the Argonian woman in a raspy whisper.
The Breton awoke with a start, clutching the enchanted blade at his waist.
"Do not worry. I come from a certain...Organization. My name is Ocheeva. We wish you to join us. You have one chance to succeed in our initiation process. Would you like to try?"

Lucien smiled wickedly as the Altmer asked a question.
"You, high elf, are a special case for the Dark Brotherhood... most have to please us first before the initiation. But you, on the other hand, have talents we desperately need right away. We do not have time for you to act on your thoughts of murder, against your little university. Something bad has been going down in one of our... sanctuaries, to the west. A Speaker has broken the code and wronged against the Night Mother, and Sithis. For this, there is no apology to be accepted, no argument to undo. He must be slain in the name of Sithis. But first, we need some vital information. Information you can... coax from his doomed soul. We believe he knows the location of a rogue agent... who has also wronged our organization. Find the location of this man, so we can kill him, and the Speaker. Do you accept this? If you learn of the rogue's location, we will reward you greatly."

Halion's stomach felt like it had dropped four stories when he heard the words "Dark Brotherhood". He couldn't help the scared look that clouded his face, but he hid it as quickly as he could, trying to keep face in light of the latest development.

He couldn't deny he was glad that the man wasn't trying here to kill him. But the fact that Halion had just been offered a spot one of the most notorious groups in Cyrodil wasn't exactly reassuring.

He listened closely to the offer and job that was lain down before him. To the Altmer, it seemed like murdering was not part of this job, though he was sure he knew what it meant to coax the information out of the marked man. And Halion knew he could do it, wthout question, but it was whether he really wanted to take this path in life or not.

He couldn't deny that the thought of becoming part of the Brotherhood pleased him. And the fact that great knowledge and rewards lay before him only urged him more towards accepting this deal. But he also thought of what he would be giving up. And that clinched it for him. He was giving up a rather bland, uniformative and rather unhappy life to go to a group who would accept him and allow him to study the magic that pleased him so without interuption.

He took a deep breath and nodded, his jaw set firmly. "I will do this." he answered, not once thinking about not doing it. "Tell me where I need to go, and what I must do." he said, getting up, as he began to gather what few things he wanted, while he listened for the man's response. "And may I ask your name?" Halion asked, remembering he did not even know th strangers name.

"Go west from here, past Skingrad, and south a ways towards Anvil. There, in the hills you will find a fort. It should have flags mounted on it, marked with black hands. It is one of our many sanctuaries. Inside are at least a dozen Dark Brotherhood operatives, including the Speaker. Do not alarm him, or alert the others. You are not yet a member, and thus an enemy. With the information gathered, leave the place behind. The next time you sleep I will contact you," said Lucien, walking towards the door as he finished his sentence. But the Altmer spoke finally.

"My name... is Lucien Lachance," said the man, smiling devilishly, then disappearing. He made not a single sound as he left the building.

OOC: I'm off for the night. You can continue to post, but do not advance the story. If your character is asleep and waiting for a DB member to arrive, then wait until I post again. I will be back around 1-2PM Central Time.

General Information

Name: Caelas Ericsson (the c is pronounced "k")
Gender: Male
Race: Imperial
Birthsign: The thief (my character is not a thief, it's just the birthsign)
Age: 21
Personality:
-innocence
-outgoing/kind
-calm, cool, collected



Class Information


Class: Archer of the Shadows
Specialization: Stealth
Skills: Marksman, Sneak, Security, Blade, Light Armor, Athletics, Acrobatics


Appearance


Height: Average Height, not to tall or short
Weight: Average
General Appearance: Thin for an Imperial but still muscular
Standard Attire: Full leather except for the helm


Equipment


Armor: Leather except for helm
Weapons: Steel bow (inherited from father) and a regular hunting knife
Enchanted items: Steel bow is mysteriously enchanted but he has never figured out what the mysterious enchantment is


Disposition


Towards the law: Known as a nice citizen who minds his business
Towards the Nine: Pays minimal attention to them, not sure what to think of them or if they even exist
Towards the legal guilds: Respects them but never thought about joining them
Towards the Empire: Thinks it keeps Cyrodil in order so he minds his business
General Disposition: Average disposition to everyone

Intro: (kind of long, I know)

As he passed through the gate into the Talos Plaza District of the Imperial City he kept a smug smile on his face. He had just gotten back from hunting and had sold a modest amount of Venison. He had made enough money to make it through the month. Things had been rough for him ever since he moved away from bravil where he used to live with his uncle. He lived alone and often had trouble paying the rent now. His parents had been murdered when he was 3 but the killer was never found.

It was Seven o' clock as he unlocked the door to his house and headed towards his bedroom. He slumped back on his bed and fingered the designs on his steel bow. "I wonder what kind of blasted enchantment is on this thing. I wish I could talk to my father now" he whispered to himself. He thought about that until he fell into a deep sleep.

He suddenly woke up with a loud bang. He quickly shot up and realized his steel bow was missing. He ran out of his bedroom and saw a man in a dark outfit climbing out his kitchen window. He grabbed his hunting knife and jumped out the winow in an effort to pursue the thief. He ran down an alley after the man. When he was within throwing distance he launched his dagger as it landed in the mans back. The man slumped against the alley wall and waited for Caelas to approach him.

"Gimme that!" Caelas said as he snatched his steel bow from the man's hands. The man was wearing a mysterious dark outfit with a hood.
"Ha I didn't think you would catch me." the man said as he spit out blood.
"I hope you rot in hell for trying to steal this!" Caelas screamed.
"Heh, you don't even know the meaning of 'hell'." the man laughed.
Caelas yanked his hunting knife out of the man's back, who let a weak grunt in return. Caelas started to walk away until the man spurted out a few more words.
"You're father was a coward and a traitor!" yelled the man in a desperate attempt to keep Caelas' attention. Caelas stopped in his tracks as he turned around and grabbed the man's neck.
"Who are you to judge my father?! Did you know him?!" yelled Caelas. The man said nothing and laughed. Caelas was filled with so much anger and desperation he stabbed the man through his heart and finshed him off. He could have left him to survive, for the wound in his back was not entirely fatal.

That night he thought over and over again about how he had killed the man when he knew nothing of him "He could have been an innocent thief. But then there was that bloody handprint on his shoulder" Thinking about that symbol sent shivers down his spine. He did not sleep for hours until he eventually fell into a weak, soft slumber.

Halion listened, and grew a little worried about sneaking into a den of killers in the middle of nowhere. But he refused to let this oppurtunity for knowledge and a new life pass him by, so he just nodded again. Lucien Lachance. he repeated to himself mentally as the man left the room as silent as a shadow, leaving Halion to his thoughts.

He began packing right away, grabbing only what he deemed necessary for the trip ahead, including a few scrolls, potions and a tome of illusion m,agick that he found interesting and knowledgeable. He messed up his bed, and made for the door, turning as he reached it. He muttered a few arcane words, and a fireball flew from his fingertips, but he closed the door before he could see the destruction it left, and cast a spell of Invisibility, moving quickly and as quietly as he could as cries from around him sounded at the sound of the fire.

he moved quickly outside, pausing in the shadows to re-do his spell of invisibility, and continued for the heavy, magical gates of the University, and there he paused, listening to the shouts of panic in the sleeping quarters. He turned as he heard footsteps, and saw a group of Battlemages running towards the gates. they swung openly on their own as they approached, and Halion slipped through before they closed, allowing him to remain hidden with his spell.

He moved as fast as he could now, caring little for noise now, as the University was loud enough, and ran through the doors, and climbed over the bridge wall, and down towards the lake, not wanting to go through the city. He tripped over a rock in the darkness, and tumbled quite a ways down, scraping his knee painfully, before landing in the sand next to the lake.

He got up slowly and painfully, shifting his weight to the right, to ease up on the hurt left side, as he cast a spell of Night-Eye, as the landscape turned from pitch black into a calming blue, showing him the area around him. He made his way to the west, knowing he was going to have to cross the Bridge eventually, but he would fix that problem when he got there.

He set off into the night, hobbling slightly as the pain in his knee dulled to a constant ache. He decided he would try to steal a horse from the small town of Weye, across the bridge, to make the journey to the fort quicker and easier. He didn't look back the entire walk, feeling good about his new path in life, hoping it would lead to great knowledge and power.

But he couldn't help but dread the upcoming task, and how it wouldn't be the easiest thing to do. But he also couldn't hold back a grin at the thought of getting the information out of the Speaker.... With a sadistic grin, he walked with reknewed vigour, hoping to make the Bridge before dawn.

General Information

Name. Larrek Nactri
Gender. Male
Race. Imperial
Birthsign. The Thief
Age. 26
Personality
. Reserved
. Philosophical
. Cynical
Class Information


Class name and Description. Phantom [A class born of the night; a Phantom is a thief who utilizes magic to reach his ends.]
Specialization. Stealth
Skills
. Acrobatics
. Blade
. Illusion
. Mysticism
. Security
. Speechcraft
. Sneak

Appearance


Height. Average height
Weight. Light build
General Appearance. His sun-bleached auburn hair is pulled back in a tight ponytail, he has a high forehead and noble cheekbones. His face is hawkish, his nose hooked. He has shallow, shimmering light brown eyes and a sardonic smile. He has smooth, relaxed arms and thin, nimble fingers.
Standard Attire
. A tight gray shirt.
. Black form-fitting pants.
. Worn leather boots.
. A black, hooded cloak.

Equipment


Armor. Nothing
Weapons. A Fine Steel Dagger
Enchanted Items. None

Disposition


Towards the law. The opponent. He does not dislike them, merely their ideals.
Towards the Nine. He respects their followers, but does not believe.
Towards the legal guilds. Animosity, he was a member of the Mage's Guild for a short time.
Towards the Empire. Respects it for what it is, he doesn't expect it to be anything grand.

General Disposition
Aloof in most all social situations. To those who he is comfortable around, and those are few; he is known to possess a sort of gallows humor, and a fast wit. He does not quickly judge anyone, and is not prone to emotional outburst.


IC:

The Bloated Float

Larrek is sitting stooped over at the bar, a near-empty mug of grog in front of him. He downs the rest of the drink and leaves a few septims next to his empty glass. He makes his way to the door just as a large Nord comes through, Larrek steps to the side and allows the big man to pass.
That's a pretty bit of metal strapped to his back. Looks like he can use it too.
The Nord goes to the counter and pays for a room, Larrek makes a mental note of this; then passes outside. The far horizon is painted orange, day is dying and long shadows already cross the streets of the Waterfront.
Shops should be closing, I wonder if any were thoughtful enough to leave something for me.

Larrek pulls his hood over his head and walks across the bridge back into town, passing through the gate into the Talos Plaza District. He nods at the guard, "Cold night out, eh?" His breath forming a cloud in front of his mouth. The guard looks down at him, "Yes it is." Larrek continues down the cobblestone street, passing under the statue. He finally reaches the Marketplace, and is lurking in the shadows of the grand buildings just as a gang attempts to rob Thoth's Enchantments. He casts an invisibility spell and remains hidden, the proprietor returns to his store and one of the men lets loose a blood-curdling cry, collapsing to the ground. The watch is alerted, and the remaining members are captured.

The owner, Thoth, strides right past Larrek's hiding place.
Damn, well.. the Watch will be extra-vigilant tonight. No use risking my hide. After all, there is that Nord.
Larrek lifts his veil of illusion and returns to the Waterfront. The full moon is shining brightly, bathing the city in an ethereal glow. Larrek leaps from the street to the side of the boat, passing from window to window until he identifies the one the Nord is sleeping in. He unsheathes his blade and begins working on the wood beneath the latch on the window. His blade makes quick work of the salty, water-logged wood and he soon has the latch exposed. He flicks the locking mechanism open expertly, and flits in through the window.

He quietly moves to the corner of the room, remaining concealed in the darkness there as the moon emerges from behind the clouds and illuminates the room. Larrek identifies the sword in its white sheath. It is placed on a stool directly next to the bed, within arms range.
In case the Nord has any unwanted visitors in the night.
Larrek observes uneasily. He risks a Detect Life spell, and notices there is a strange presence about to enter the room. He quickly casts an Invisibility spell and hunches down in the corner, senses straining to ascertain the nature of this night-time visitor.

((Sorry for forgetting my intro, I was a bit tired last night.))

Rayyn fled down the darkened alleys and twisting paths of Cheydinhal's dock area, followed by an angered shop keeper. In most cases, Rayyn would of left the man behind many, many yards ago, but he was playing with him. Taking another turn, he ran up a ramp attatched to a building and continued up onto the roof. And of course, the foolish shop keeper followed. Rayyn, before the man could see him, hopped into a small recess in the wall of the upper building, hidden by shadow. His dyed black leather allowed him to almost blend completely in..."Oi! Where are ya`? Get yer` backside out 'ere ye good fer`--" Rayyn did as the man asked, drawing his blade, he sprung at the man, swiping across the back of his legs and cutting deep into his hamstrings. This caused the man to fall down, gasping in pain. "Get up." He spoke, kicking the man in the side. When the man failed to rise, Rayyn simply 'dealt'. He knelt on his back and put his dagger under the man's neck...Before quickly pulling it across, slitting his throat.

Thanks to his dark armour, the mass amounts of blood would be unseen to the public, so he wandered off to the nearest inn to find rest. The shop keeper was only chasing him because he stole a loaf of bread in plain sight...So Rayyn happily chopped on his 'victory' bread. He'd heard rumour of this 'Dark Brotherhood' who visit you in your sleep if you were to kill an innocent. Not only did that sound impossible, but if it were to be true...Perhaps it could answer many an unanswered question of his. He soon found an inn and walked in. Chucking a sack of gold at the inn keeper, which he removed from the shop keeper, he waited for his key. Without wasting a moment, he walked upstairs and slept...Clutching the cold iron of his murder weapon.

OOC: Remember, Mathum, my character has a serpent. And it is lying on the other side of him. Just wanted to throw that out there

"Awake, Imperial," said Lucien to the sleeping man. "We have important buisness to discuss. You have murdered a man today. You have just the kind of talents... the kind that could be put to use in the west... would you like to hear of our offer? An offer to join our little society..."

Caelas looked at the man standing in front of him who somehow reminded him of the man earlier that night. He had a sinister smile on his face.

OOC: I know I can't control your character but is that ok? If not I'll edit.

IC:
"Who are you?!" screamed Caelas, "I don't know what you're talking about! I didn't kill anyone!"

Looking the man in the eyes sent a chills down his back. He sat up uneasily with so many questions racing through his mind and awaited an answer.

OOC: That's perfectly acceptable.

IC:

Lucien laughed insidiously.
"Do not lie to a man who knows and sees all. We have watched you for the past several days. We know you have the intent to kill. We could use someone like you... if you were to accept this gracious offer, you would recieve vast knowledge and power. But first you must prove yourself. A recruit has been sent to the west, to deal with a traitor in the Dark Brotherhood. If you succeed your initiation test, you will be rewarded with membership, and the chance to help our recruit. Do this one small favor, and you will get a new task. Your task would be to infiltrate this sanctuary in the west, and kill the traitor, once the information we need has been gathered from him. If and when you succeed in your first task, we will let you know when we have the information. It is very rare when we send a recruit to kill a rogue Speaker... but we have seen how quickly you dispatch your foes. We need you, Mr. Caelas, and frankly, you need us."

General Information

Name: Cirith Morgendi
Gender: male
Race: Dunmer
Birthsign: The Thief
Age: 26
Personality: A gentile, careful man, he doesn't speak very often but he is friendly towards most people, he is a proud dunmer and has the habit of sneaking up to others to scare them as a joke. although he is kind to most friends he uses alot of cynisism.

Note: he owns a cat called Lucy and lives in Skingrad in a small home in the residential district

Class Information

Enforcer:
Specialization: stealth
Skills: Illusion, Athletics, Blade, Destruction, Light armor, Marksman, Sneak

Appearance


Height:1.81 m
Weight:74 Kg
General Appearance: a dunmer with an overall lean build, lean face with handsome features and white almost shoulderlong hair
Standard Attire: he usually wears a grey vest over white shirt nd wears black pants and cheap shoes
on a mission he will wear a modified suit of shrouded armor, equiped with dark steel
shoulderpads, steel shin and knee protection, a light armmor shield on his back and a long red scarf.

Equipment


Armor: pauldrons, kneecaps, elbow armor and shin armor all made out of a dark grey steel
Weapons: his magic, (molotov cocktail) firebombs and a long silver dagger
Enchanted items: a base amulet of luck

Disposition


Towards the law: "law is overrated with all the corruption in cyrodiil" would be his reaction, he has lost faith in the legal system of the empire and doesn't trust any guardsman or legionair, although eh won't show that in public
Towards the Nine: he knows they are there but it doesn't concern him that they frown on his actions, they never did anything to help him in his life so he just ignores most of the religios talk
Towards the legal guilds:he doesn't care about them, he never had the urge to join, he was member of the thievesguild (got kicked out for killing during a robbery)
Towards the Empire:because he was born and raised in Nibenay he thinks its ok
General Disposition:he is not pleased with the way things are going in the empire, corruption and crime have already done too mcuh damage to the empire and Cirith will laugh when the day comes that the empire falls. he just tries to deliver his own piece of anarchy to the world step by step by jining the Dark brotherhood and burning as many civilians in their homes as possible. he doesn't fear for beingkilled in the fires he creates because he is lucky an because he sees it as the best way for himself to die.


Last night 23:07, Skingrad:
Skingrad was a colovian city through known for it's wines and other excelent agricultural treasures, the city was large and many lived in the lean tall homes stacked against eachother with little room inbetween, there were a few manors along the northern side the the city close to the guildhalls. in one of such greater houses lived captain Joseph Rialmon, a breton cityguard who has a habit of fining people for the most varied and often made up violations to fill his own pockets.
Joseph's shift was over at eleven and unlike most days he went straight home to get some rest in his expensive bed with a good cyrodiilic brandy or a Tamika wine. the thought of his wine made him feel warm on the inside with no tiny shred of guilt or humility for his actions earlier today at Colovian traders where he mamaged to get a nice 250 drakes from his personal fine list.
when he reached the door and took out his keychain he did not notice the shade at the stained glass window on the second floor above the entrance that already disappeared at the sight of Rialmon who opened the door to his warm house. Joseph hung his coat on a hook next to the door and went straigt for the wine rack near the basemant door and choose a wine "hm.. I don't remember drinking that Tamika 399 bottle..." he mumbled to himself without giving it much thought. relaxed he took a book from the shelf about a vampire hunter and took a seat on his bed, grown acustomed to the house and not needing to pay attention to where he was walking he did not notice a shadow in a storage corner next to the stairwell that watched the large breton pass with his wine and his book, waiting to be free to move again like shadow.

Long before the breton watchcaptain would return home the dunmer enforcer had scaled the row of homes to reach the balcony of rialmon's home and enter by using the window that was left open for ventilation, Cirith had been watching how the man walked down the street and how he paied no attention to his surroundings. using a chameleon spell to blend in with the dark corner in which he hid he now edged to the door of Rialmon's bedroom clearly visable but colored in the same shade of grey as the wall behind him, he was certain the man was in his bed after the shameless creak the wood made from the man's weight and prepared himself for the next move. he casted a short lasting invisabilityspell and dashed to the bed in which the man lay like a shameless walrus basking on a rock with his bald head and thick moustace, the sudden loud steps made the man sit up straight looking around him to find it's scource and suddenly was pushed back down with immense force as cirith jumped on the bed pushing him down and covering his mouth with a blue glowing hand shrouded in mist, Joseph made a mufled moan of pain as his lips and skin was burning from the cold, he opened his eyes and furiously looked at his atttacker demanding an explenation. Cirith hopped off the bed and Joseph gasped for air and held his hands to his mouth to warm up the painfully cold skin, when he recovered he barked at his attacker "What's the emaning of this by talos, I am the captain of the city guard damnit!" without showing any reaction or emotion

without any sign of emotion Cirith said"Don't you think it is odd how you live in such a nice home? Other Guard captains concider it their duty to stay at the barracks yet you treat yurself as nobility buying anyting you like" then he looked down to the man and answered his question "I know perfectly well who you are mister Rialmon, you are a corrupted and greedy man who misuses his power for his own needs, but because you are of a powerful family nobody would take action against you, not in the legal ways that is... that's why I came here to finish your carreer"
"I'll throw you in the dungeons for life mister, You won't just go threatning a Citywatch captain unpunnished" "I doubt anyone will find me after tonight sir, and may I compliment you on your fine whine? a tamika vintage 399 is quite expensive for a wine, but the results are excuicite"

Cirith showed the bottle of whine he had taken before Joseph had arrived, he took a sip and took a piece of cloth from his pocket and poured some whine over it before putting it in the bottle "what by Talos are you doing? are you mad?" "No sir, it seems I am the only one in this blasted world who seems to be of sane mind. and while I wait for the empire to finaly fall by it's own flaws I amuse myself with the pretty lights of an inferno" his tone became grim and cheered up slightly when he mentioned the last part, he casually casted a fireball to light the firebomb and as the guard captain tried to get up Cirith fired a frost spell at him and Joseph clutched his chest when the freezing orb his his chest and started to freeze his flesh and internal organs. when he looked with cursing eyes at Cirith he saw Cirith grinning with an eagerness in his red eyes and his grey blue skin lit by the flame slowely creeping down the fuse to the wine in the bottle and gasped a faint "Nooo" as he watched the flickering light of the firebomb moving through the air towards him and it landed in the floor infront of his bed and erupted in a ball of fire which uicly spead to the bed, the curtains and the tapestries on the wall.

quickly the breton rolled of the bed to get out of harms way and tried to get up and away from the spreading fire, he did not notice his attacker hadn't left the room who grabbed the stumbeling breton by the throat and pushed him against a wall near the doorway. "Don't think you get away this easely Joseph, I'm not done yet!" he grabbed tighter and the breton tried to pull off the handbut Cirith did not let go and channeled his magica through his hand to cast a new frost spell, slowely freezing the skin black and he kept holding on tighter while not stopping the frost spell, all untill Joseph Rialmon let out his last gasp and sank to the floor. the fire had now spread throughout thee room and even out to the hallway but Cirith took the big fat bopdy and hurled him out on the street with a loud back on shattering glass through the window, Cirith himself first snatched an expensive amulet from a display and he jumped out the window only to respectlessly land on the soft lifeless body of captain Railmon. Luckely nobody was on the street at that time and he disappeared in the shadows with his chameleon spell and managed to find a rooftop to watch the fire from, which now had claimed most of the second floor and was lighting up the area with an orange glow, Cirith let out a sigh of relief and tiredness and enjoyed the view for another few hours before taking a sleep in his own home at the other side of town...


OOC: yea I know it's uber to start like that but that's just because I want a good intro, and from the looks of it I guess i succeeded.

Caelas gulped as he realized something terrible. His life was drawn out and boring. He thought about what had happened earlier that night when he killed the man in those dark clothes. When he killed him he felt something he had never felt before. He liked the adrenaline and almost took joy in delivering the final blow now that he thought about it. Am I going Mad?

His curiosity was peaked. "I accept your offer." he said as calmly as possible. "What do I have to do?"