character biographies:
Carrots__________
Name: Gorgun
Race: Orc
Gender: Male
Bio: N/A
Gorgun:http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/854/harbingergorgun.jpg/
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Laxador__
Name: DarJo
Race: Khajiit
Gender: Male
Class: StealthMage
DarJo was born in the deserts of Elsweyr, to the family of a poor traveling caravan. He lived there for only one year.
The caravan travelled a lot, from country to country. The only countries he had not been to were Black Marsh, Summerset Isles, and Morrowind. Of all of them, he spent the least time in Skyrim, being only a few weeks.
At the age of 6 he discovered his magical talents, and used this to his advantage, by thieving his family's caravan way to being one of the richest Caravans in Tamriel.
At age 20, his family returned to Skyrim, and stayed near the walls of Riften. DarJo snuck into the city were his kind were not allowed, snuck into someone's house, and stole a valuable gem.
He was cought and imprisoned in the jail. But a man paid his way out. The man's name was Brynjolf, a member of the Thieve's Guild. DarJo thanked him, and Brynjolf offered him a spot in the Guild.
DarJo was about to refuse the offer, when he heard a terrible roar. Looking into the sky, he witnessed a Dragon flying above, and landing just outside the city walls. Realising thats were his family was, he ran out the gates and witnessed the monster lifting up his mother in it's jaws.
Without thinking, DarJo launched bolts of lightning into the face of the Dragon. But the city gaurd got in his way and killed the Dragon themselves. Having no were else to go, DarJo accepted Brynjolf's offer.
He heard many stories throughout taverns and inns, about a war in Falkreath, about Werewolves and Mercenaries. What really interested was talk about a Staff of Chaos.
Now, the Dragon Crisis is over, the Wolf Pack and the Order of the Lily had stopped fighting. The Civil War seemed to be coming to a near end, Skyrim seemed to be staring in the face of Peace.
However, a new threat will rise, and DarJo will by meer coincident, be dragged into the middle of it. He will become a key figure, and may make the difference between the destruction of his new home, and it's peace.(2nd Character)
Name: Laxador
Race: Bosmer/Werewolf
Class: Ranger
Background:
Laxador was born in the 2nd era. Not much is known about his history back then except the fact that he witnissed Tiber Septim's conquering of Tamriel.
Now in the 4th era, he is a refugee in Skyrim escaping the Thalmor control of Valenwood. He fought in the Werewolf-Lily war, and was hunted down by Hircine. Eventually he was corrupted by Hircine and killed by his friend.
Three years later, DarJo used the power of the Skeleten Key and revived him, now hes back. And he has a few new tricks he learned in the Hunting Grounds.
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Darjo:http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/221/khajittdarjo.jpg/
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yougivingmelipboy?__
Name: Celaran
Race: Altmer
Age: 323
Gender: Male
Appearance: Stands at 6'5, is gaunt and has bad posture (slightly bent back), blind, long black hair tied into ponytail, unusually high cheekbones
Equipment: Wooden staff, boots, cotton trousers and a long tunic
Abilities: Can use wooden staff for basic self defense, but very incapable in combat (due to blindness), he uses his special ability. Doesn't really know any conventional magic either.
Special Ability: Carenen is a seer, able to sense the world through magical auras with the aid of the School of Mysticism. He cannot sense everyday things (rocks, furniture in a room etc.) nearly as well as ordinary people but has a sort of "far sight". He can sense powerful magical auras (such as an adept mage) from miles and has occasional, brief glimpses of the future, but these are brief and in riddles.
Background: Carenen was born to a minor noble family in the Summerset Isles. He was, unfortunately born blind but he always had a sort of "sight" which many were puzzled by. Most people thought he was possessed or just insane as even the most prestigious mages could not determine what the problem was with young Carenen. Nobody could explain his "fits" where he would twitch uncontrollably, and be left with nightmare-like visions which were just strange riddles. Then one day a strange traveler came through town. He was dressed in ragged clothes and carried a staff. He claimed to be from the order of Psijics and immediately recognized a natural talent for mysticism in the young man (then 15 years old). He offered his parents the chance to take him to Artaeum to study the art. This being Summerset Isle, everyone knew of the place and greatly respected the ancient monastic order who made it their home. His parents were honored and agreed eagerly.
Carenen studied with the Order for a hundred years, and during this time, he perfected his natural ability, and became one of the most adept at the school of mysticism. He also began doing research on why he had his brief glimpses of the past. The only logical explanation he could come up with was that for some reason Akatosh granted him the gift. This made sense because he always felt a close connection to the god, however he never spoke of these findings to his fellow Psijics. Despite his prestigious rank at the monastery, he humbly tended the libraries and did not want any sort of fame and attention. However, the thought of what Akatosh wanted with him (for he knew the Divines did not grant power without purpose) ate away at him until he decided to leave the monastery and wander Tamriel, he figured if Akatosh really did have something in mind, he'd show him. This was a very unusual thing for a Psijic to do but he was made an exception because he was dear friends with the Order's leader and nobody knew him outside of the monastery anyway. Since then he has been wandering Tamriel and has been in every province since, doing nothing in particular except meditating upon his art. He has recently decided to go to Windhelm, where he hopes the barren winter-ridden land will bring peace to him. He lives at the New Gnisis Cornerclub where the innkeeper lets him board for free out of respect.
Carenen:http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/38/altmercarenen.jpg/
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Markus Liberty__
Name: Markus Liberty
Race: Breton
Gender: Male
Class: Paladin
Age: 67
Markus was born in the rocky Alikir desert in Hammerfell. Although he was a Breton boy his parent’s thought the desert was better than life in the big city. Born in the bay he grew up in a world of constant conflict, the major powers of the bay constantly playing games of terror under the week leadership from the falling empire was common life for the citizens of the costal kingdoms of Iliac.
Young, parentless and two younger sister to look after he wandered the desert with a traveling caravan eventually landing in a small monastery at the hammerfell coast, the monastery had established a small school for children to learn the basic’s of life and farming.
When Markus was but 12 year of age the monastery he and his siblings lived in was attacked by the local band of necromancers, killing everyone except for a very few of the children, Markus lost one of his two sisters. In the brink of time the knightly order of the Lily came to the rescue and sawed the few remaining survivals. This was the beginning of Liberty’s Mercenary work, both he and his sister reached high ranks within short time (sadly she died on Corpus on a contract twenty years ago)
He was just about old enough to fight in the Great War and lived through many battles, when the war ended he returned to Hammerfell and helped establish the first Fort under the Orders banners. Age 50 he was promoted to patriarch of the order and was sent out to establish a new order branch in Skyrim.Markus:
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Griffix____
Race: Khajiit
Name: Ra'Khacharr
Age: Unknown
Background:
Born in Elswyr, Ra'Khacharr was taught the ways of survival and speech.Her mother taught her how to use speech to end/start arguments, to use her gift of speech for universal purposes. The father taught her the ways of hunting, fishing and self-defense, the ways of the knife in a form known as Silat. During her childhood she'd made few friends but was mostly with close family. After many years of training her skills Ra'Khacharr decided to leave Elswyr to travel and test how well she's prepared for the world.
During her travels she'd hear whispers of a war that was brewing between the Empire and the Aldmeri Dominion. Being a Khajiit her first thought was the elves, but in remembrance of her parents teachings of their evils, she would later side with the Empire. She met with her closest family: her cousins, telling them that if she didn't return from the war that she is either wandering or she'd perished for the Empire. Using her skills she made rank of Captain quickly which lead to be leader of Battalion 4 a highly specialized group to do as much damage as possible. Through many years Ra'Khacharr thought she made significant progress for the Empire and its people until she heard the Dominion breached the Imperial City. She tried to make it back to the city but was much too late, the Dominion already had their treaty signed thus ending the war.
Feeling disgruntled and pained at the loss of the war Ra'Khacharr left the Legion and went back to travelling. Seeing the plague of vampires in many areas she joined and helped form The Knights of Silver Feathers. The Knights were similar in goals of the Order and the Vigilants, they served as protectors, exterminaters and healers using magic or alchemy. Like the Vigilants they fought any kind of supernatural. The main difference between the Knights and the Vigilants is the fact that they would spare or help those who were either turned against their will or who did no harm to innocent people. Ra'Khacharr was the hunter/exterminater, she tracked leads to vampire or werewolf dens. Until the hunter became the hunted, sent by a Master vampire, a large group of vampires tracked and captured Ra'Khacharr.
Taken to the manor of the Master Ra'Khacharr was put 'on trial' for her crimes against the supernatural, he had claimed that only the hunters of the night could hunt their own kind. Lesser beings such as mortals have no claim to kill those better than them.
He locks her away in a room in the manor. The next night the Master slips into the room, muffled footsteps slide up to where Ra'Khacharr slept. Her being better than that attacked the vampire, before she could overpower him he cast a powerful Calm on her. Under the spell she raged as he explained what was to happen. The vampire deemed her to a life of what she hated the most, if she insisted on killing vampires then she should at least be graced by becoming one. Casting a 2nd calm and paralyze, he fed from her blood that night, nearly drained, he stops and grins "Welcome to the family my dear", leaving her crumpled on the floor. After becoming tainted she was handed over to the Mistwalkers and Fledglings that had originally captured her.
She traveled with that group of vampires plotting ways to escape for months, feeding and acting docile as to not rouse suspicion. Eventually there was a stroke of luck, a group of Vigilants tracked the group, when the battle ensued Ra'Khacharr fled into the woods. While aimlessly wandering Ra'Khacharr faintly remembered her old promise and wandered to where she last remembered they were. Much time passed but she did finally her search was finished, she had found them. She was greeted with smiles and open arms, there was a celebration that night for her return. During the time Ra'Khacharr practically wasn't let out of the group's sight, unfortunatly for them the Ra'Khacharr wasn't well fed due to the search...that night she couldn't handle the strain. Killing the cousin's friends and turning the cousin and her sister.
After she realized what had had taken place she ran and kept running. Afterwards she started losing the grip on her mind. She secluded herself from the world for a long time, during that time her only thoughts were of what had taken place. Ra'Khacharr searched for someone, anyone who could help her with her vampirism. She asked the Vigilants, they only tried to kill her, after many close calls later she lost hope, disheartened and confused went back to a familiar routine: she wandered.
Ra'Khacharr eventually made her way to Skyrim, she crossed the border in her old Captain's uniform into the cold, cruel world of Skyrim and her troubles. Arriving at Whiterun a young man named Jon Battle-Born asked a question that would affect her answer to this day. He asked why she was there, she was silent for a time finally answering that she was there to help the people. When he expressed his joy for such an answer she realized that may help her forget her discrepancies. Helping who she could whenever she could feeding strictly from bandits and those who were in the jails, she stayed moderately sane and a touch of happiness for the first time in many years.
During her stay Ra'Khacharr became fast friends with Aela and the Companions. Soon enough she joined their ranks, protecting her shield siblings on the job, doing what she needed to when she could, climbing her way into the Circle. Shedding the vampirism that had once plagued her to become a werewolf. Ra'Khacharr wasn't whole and could still feel the scars but having new siblings certainly made her feel happier than the years before.
One night after returning from a rescue mission a courier walks up to her handing her a letter. He claimed it was from her brother. Curious she opened the letter and read it. Inside a man, who stated to be her brother, told her that there were things that must be discussed. Ra'Khacharr, interested, followed the instructions on the letter, arriving to the meeting place ready for anything. It was the day of a near full moon a few hours before the moon was due to rise. She was greeted by a group of men and women lead by an older looking man with intense fire in his eyes. She reached for her daggers: The Black Huntsman's Dagger and Fenrir's Fang. the man explained that he was a fellow werewolf that traveled from Solstheim in search of new brothers and sisters. They were a pack with the true gift from Hircine they smelled the odd scent of Ra'Khacharr and decided to meet her. She was hesitant about joining their ranks since she was with the Companions but as time ticked on the group was gone. The next night, the night of the full moon, Ra'Khacharr went back to the area, she was greeted by a multitude of yellow eyes and gleaming. The Alpha offered his blood, his blood's power to Ra'Khacharr. She accepted. Changing with the moons with Hircine's ring changing with the day.
She met a pack much like the Companions, leaderless but with strong advisers and role models. A chance to have new brethren. Being with them truly changed her outlook for the better she went from dark depression to light joy. Then the day came when the Old Alpha met up with her, unbeknownst to her it was the last time. He explained to her that he had felt a dark foreboding to this land and to protect his pack he was to move them once more. Offering her a place with the pack if she decided to follow them out of Skyrim. Thinking about her newer brothers and the people that she promised to protect Ra'Khachar declined wishing them luck on their journey.
Then the war for her brothers began. Initially she used her gift of words to try and quell the fighting but with not avail. Slowly slipping back to insanity from the constant threats and arguments, she met a wolf named Laxador, an agreeable friend and powerful ally. Before the war started she experienced a loss, killing Laxador by her own hand she finally succumbed to the dark depths of her insanity. Not wishing to see any others killed she fought...knife, claws, teeth, whatever she could to prevent it. In the end she lost her shield sister Phenix, furthering her resolve she consulted with Hircine. Eventually the power wore down with blood loss and fatigue, after being captured by Nil's men and locked in a cage she waited for her chance to escape. Once Rolf started the fight she transformed for the first time in a long time with a simple removal of a ring. Fighting her way out of the camp she lead her new comrades Rolf and Markus to her old hideout in the forest. Being followed, they once more had to fight. 200 men against the 3, until shield brother Avon appeared. Exhausted and injured Ra'Khacharr bid the group farewell, letting them go about their own way.
The knives she had given previously, mysteriously disappeared after the war had ended, only a gold earring left in its place.
Convinced that the only thing she could do to prevent others from dying in her place, Ra'Khacharr once again started wandering. Every full moon there would be a sighting of a white wolf with dark stripes, wherever it went evil was never to follow.
Her travel is to be continued....http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/3/rakhajiit.jpg/
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____Farangor was born in Layawin,Cyrodil in 2E 186 to a hunter and alchemist. When he was of age his mother and father taught him everything they knew. By the age of 15 after ten years of trainingound a trainer to teach him the way of the sword who apparently his master learned from the Champion of Cyrodil
Soon after he got a visit from an assassin during.the night the assassin put his hand over his mouth and was about to kill him when Farangor woke up and stabbed him with his lucky dagger.He felt were the assassin's mouth was,he felt something wet. He couldn't sleep so he decided to stay up and wait untill dawn and go to the nearby pond.
After finding out the Dark brotherhood was behind it,he decided to move to skyrim
soon after crossing the border he was ambushed by a group of Imperials.Before he could explain knocked out cold.when he awoke he was on a wagon to Helgen.After another near death experience he made his way to Whiterun and joined up with the Companions were he quickly rose into the circle and became a werewolf._________________________Assassin99Name: Jo'branzeelaw, prefers to be called BranRace: Khajiit Age:316Description:-Reddish/black fur with silver streaks through it.-Black shirt and pants made of silk-no gloves or boots-Black overcoat filled with hundreds of trinkets in the dozens of pouches and pocketsBio:As a master of magic he uses restoration to keep himself young, Although to look distinguished he uses alteration to look an elder. He was raised in Elsweyr although after the oblivion crises he moved to Cyrodill, so he talks like the human races 1 month ago he went to skyrim. When he was 50, he was bitten by a Lycanthrope.Bran:http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/846/khajiitbran.png/
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------X-MonarchName: Alatar
Race: High Elf
Class: Necromancer/Mage
Age: 90, appears 20-30.
History: Alatar's parents were killed by a thief when he was very young. He was raised by a reputable mage, who saw potential in him. He was trained by the old man, who taught him about all of the magic schools. His "father", who was very overprotective (in fact, Alatar never even left his father's tower until he was 18, and still, the rules were very strict) Once he turned 18, the master began to teach him about necromancy. The master forbade actually practicing necromancy until he was ready; all he was allowed to do was learn about it. However, Alatar, desperate to bring his parents back, began preparing their skeletal corpses in his free time, in the basemant of the tower. After a few weeks of desperately trying to reanimate them, he succeeded. The result was different than Alatar imagined. Instead of being his parents, the skeletons were his slaves. He hid them in the basemant for a few weeks, until they were discovered by his 'father'. His father punished Alatar for directly disobeying orders. They got in an argument, and Alatar ran away and explored Tamriel for years, learning all that he could about the world he had not seen. Ever since, he has been moving around, studying the world and never staying in one place for too long.
Alator:http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/534/alatorhighelf.jpg/
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ShinobiEX3Name: A'yin Ansei
Race: Redguard
Age: 123, appears about 23 due to Boetheh blood
Appearance: young looking redguard with a scar over the right side his face silver eyes due to learning Ansie
Class: wanderer
Personality: kindhearted/Mental
A'yin Ansei was born in hammerfell but was quickly sold off to a house in Redoran. until a dark elf took him away from there. The dark elf and A'yin traveld to many places then split due to a'yns sister dying.
A'yin went to the deserts of Alik'r to learn the true art of fighting. Years past and he found a way tomb which led him to a cave to learn Ansei the redguard way of fighting........Ayin:http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/528/redguardayin.jpg/
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PhenixName: Phenix Pure-Blood Wolf
Age: Unknown but looks 20
Appearance: 5/6 Slender-
with all the right curves in all the right places, Icy blue eyes, Waist length waving blonde hair, unblemished sun-kissed skin w/no scaring
Race: Pure-Blood Wolf
Birth Sign: The Lady
Class: Lover not a fighter but will fight for the innocent
Abilities: mounted horse combat
Armor: Black off shoulder leather & silver lace corset top, lace up side legs leather pants, matching gloves with silver tip claws in fingers, 3in.stiletto knee-high lace up leather boots. Seduction armor: white sheer satin/silk low cut back and front form fitting gown
Weapon: black braided horse whip, silver clawed black leather gloves
Misc: Transform to Wolf at free will, master at Seduction of all kinds, Master Horsewomen
Bio:
They say I am a Mythical creature (Sacred,) who dates back to the God Akatosh the chief deity of the Nine Divines. They say I was created as a gift to his Wife the Goddess Mara. The Goddess took a liking to the white wolves that Akatosh made and when he saw Mara smile he simply asked her to choose one. As she looked down below she chose a small slender female wolf with snow white fur and icy blue eyes. Akatosh asked, " why that one my dear, don't you want the strongest of that pack?" She simply said "no my dear, I want the one that that is showing the pack love and trying very hard to keep the peace, that is the female wolf I choose." With such love and compassion Mara took the white frail wolf in her embrace and whispered, "I am your Mother now." Akatosh was overcome with joy seeing how he pleased his Wife, and when he leaned in and kissed her Goddess Lips the Wolf immediately changed into a female Women who resembled Mara's unsurpassed beauty. Both Gods were surprised by this and over joyed by their new creation. Akatosh said, "what shall we call her?"
"I don't know, we should wait and see who she becomes before we give her a name," Mara replied.
For many years who can really say how long to the Father of time himself but Akatosh taught me many things of the Tamerialic religions. He gifted me in Wolf form all his Blessings of Endurance, Invincibility and Everlasting legitimacy. He gifted me a magical Unicorn mare named Marsamba to act as my Guardian.
Mara gifted me in Women form Willpower, compassion, and the greatest gift of them all was Love. She withheld from me fertility for both Gods were in agreement my blood was pure and one of a kind and should stay that way for all eternity.
The news spread quickly around the Divines some came to see me and welcomed me with open arms like the Goddess of Beauty Dibella. She had some of her best Artist even paint beautiful pictures of me that to my knowledge hangs on the walls of the Imperial Palace and some in Dibella's chapels. Dibella taught me what it is like to be a beautiful women in this harsh world below and how to use my beauty as a weapon if I needed too. She like my Mother Mara lavished me with spoils beyond understandings.
Not all Divines where happy with what Akatosh and Mara made, they so feared that the cosmic balance has shifted in all these years as I lived with the Gods. Soon the news spread and the Daedric became involved (as they love to do) and sided with the other Divines demanding that I be Cast down to live in a Mortal world and that Akatosh take back what they like to call Immortality and that would satisfied them. The others agreed and so the story goes like this:
Human Historians describe me as a Werewolf or Pure Bred Werewolf with snow white fur and icy blue eyes. I am small in stature as a wolf (no more than 100 lbs.) with the blessings of Akatosh: speed/endurance. He also bestowed upon me Magicka that was Time itself. They say I have a 500 to 1000 year life cycle, near the end of which I die and burn fiercely and I'm reduced to ash. From this ash I am reborn anew to live again. My Unicorn Guardian was to follow me but was stripped of her horn and only I could see her true identity. In Women form I am small and thin with snow white long blonde hair with the very same icy blue eyes. Mara blessed me with: her Compassion for wanting to help people, she bestowed in me the biggest heart of love for all creatures, she gave me a heart that wanted to find peace and harmony in all that I do. Goddess Dibella's blessing was of continuous Beauty, for my skin would glow as if it was sun kissed forever never showing any scars threw the battles she knew was coming my way. She gifted me with unbridled Passion that burns from within my very soul in all that I do.
When the Gods cast me down they erased my memory of them and only left their teachings in my mind. They feared I would be persecuted and always chased, hunted for being the Pure Blood wolf. I knew the Divines now only as Gods that people worship. For I know not who or what I am, I do know I am an instrument of love for the world to see to give hope and faith to the lost. They say my cry is like a song of truth and love for
all things. From love I was created and from Passion I burn and die, from ashes I rise up to be Reborn again. Destined to walk this world alone or so I thought....
"Life is hard when you don't know WHO you are, it's harder still when you don't know WHAT you are. I have been lost for years searching while hiding. Only to find myself in a world of hate and fear. I won't Hide anymore!
I will live the life I choose," Phenix...............
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