» Fri Nov 16, 2012 8:17 am THE LAST LEGION
No spots Remaining!
(AKA: The film “Centurion”… Skyrim Style)
4E 206 – 30th Frostfall
Skyrim has been plundered into chaos, fractured into those who support the Empire, and those who support Ulfric. The war between the Legion and the Rebellion grew steadily worse, exacerbated by the return of the dragons. However, out of this rebellion came a saviour, the Dragonborn, and within a year, the dragon crisis was ended and Alduin slain. With his task complete, the Dragonborn returned to High Hrothgar, yet to be seen since. But the civil war remained. In the wake of this victory the Empire redoubled their efforts, driving back the Stormcloaks hold by hold.
At first things were going well. But then, set back after set back, defeat after defeat, and soon the tide had turned. Facing the possibility of a losing the province, General Tullius commanded that the strongholds within Haafingar be strengthened and rebuilt in the event the Stormcloaks proved a significant threat to their headquarters, and reinforcements were called in from Cyrodiil and most notably from High Rock, including General Cassius Stonehold.
This decision proved to be wise. Hold after hold fell into Stormcloak hands, each one bringing the death knell of the Empire’s presence in Skyrim closer. By 4E 206, only Haafingar remained in Legion hands, the Stormcloaks brought to a halt upon the reinforced and rebuilt defenses and fortifications. Despite the high ranking members of the Legion and Empire – including the Emperor himself – talking of how they will rebuild their numbers and bring the fight to the Stormcloaks, the people know in their hearts that they are playing for time, delaying what seems to be the inevitable.
Facing the prospect of withdrawing from Skyrim, a last ditch plan was put into action to end the war – by killing Ulfric Stormcloak no matter the cost. Over ten thousand fighting men, half the strength of the Legion’s remaining presence in Skyrim, along with a host of supporting staff, such as smiths, cooks, healers and so on, were drawn up from the pre-existing men and the reinforcements into a single force in Solitude. This army quickly came to be known as Legio Extremum – the Last Legion, to be led by Cassius while Tullius commanded the defence of Haafingar. Using the resources available to them, Legio Extremum was transported via ships from the docks of Solitude to a tiny, secret camp, caught between the White River to the west, Morrowind to the East and the sea to the North. From there the Last Legion set forth, to besiege Windhelm without warning, taking Ulfric by surprise. It was believed by the Legion commanders that most of Ulfric’s armies were along the front, or in the Reach, suppressing a mass Forsworn uprising. It was believed that in the security of his home hold, Ulfric would leave minimal guard aside from his garrison in Windhelm. Legio Extremum marched forth to besiege Windhelm, still holding onto the hope that maybe this would be the moment of light in the darkness that would end the Rebellion. Morale was still at a low, thanks to horrible weather on the journey from Solitude and the dire situation they were in.
Unbeknownst to them, their fleet, despite their best efforts to conceal it on their journey, had been spotted by Stormcloak spies. Ulfric, so as not to arouse suspicion in Solitude, weakened his southern border – Falkreath, the Rift and parts of Whiterun, along with his forces in Eastmarch, and positioned them on the road to Windhelm, his men lying in wait for the approaching enemy.
What followed was a massacre. Caught by surprise by superior numbers, the Last Legion was practically annihilated. With no where to run or hide, it seemed that they’d been slaughtered to a man – no prisoners were taken, no quarter given. Aside from a few isolated Stormcloak stragglers, largely looters, the main army didn’t hang around, instead marching back to Windhelm.
It is here that you – by chance, fate or the will of the divines – have survived the massacre, one of around twenty survivors. Most of the commanding officers are dead bar a single centurion, who has one plan in mind; make the long journey back to Solitude, through Stormcloak territory, and get the men home.
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Characters of Interest: These are characters that I have created for the RP that will play a major part of the story at different points. They won’t be there all of the time, or at the same time, but I’ve included them here rather than make character sheets for them. Consider them to be really important NPC’s, like Tullius or Ulfric for example. Also, you are free to write your own conversations with these characters, so long as they keep within the character’s personality. For example, if you want to have a conversation with Cassius Stonehold (see below), you’re free to write his dialogue, keeping in mind his responses are within his character. Here they are (will change as some characters die or become irrelevant):
General Cassius Stonehold
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6’6”, dark hair and beard, both cut short. Deep brown eyes. Solidly built.
A Nord with an Imperial name, raised in the Province of High Rock, Cassius holds no particular allegiance to anyone aside from the Legion. An orphan, he was given an Imperial name by the owners of the orphanage (both Imperials) so that he would fit in better with the Cyrodiilic children. He ran away when he was twelve and very soon found himself among the men of the Legion, joining as soon as he was able. He very quickly rose through the ranks, his epithet being a reference to his execution of a deserter, which he strangled with one hand with “a grip like stone”. He then became the military governor of High Rock, coordinating the legion forces within the province until he was recalled by the Emperor to assist General Tullius in response to the quickly deteriorating conditions in Skyrim. Bringing with him several men from High Rock and a few from Cyrodiil, he set sail for Skyrim.
Cassius’s ship however ran aground along Skyrim’s most westerly shore, and sent reports that he would be continuing the journey on horseback. His small group was ambushed by Stormcloaks but with the aid of Centurion Godwin they were repelled and he was able to continue on his way to Solitude. There, he and Tullius took joint command of Legion, though there was some friction between them, Tullius’s dour attitude conflicting with Cassius’s more fiery personality. Cassius recognized Tullius’s seniority however. When the Emperor Titus Mede II announced the plan to kill Ulfric at any cost, Cassius took command of Legio Extremum, believing that Tullius should remain in nominal command of the defences should the plan backfire, unaware of the fate that would befall the men under his command upon reaching their destination.
Cassius is a straight forward and upfront man, unafraid to speak his mind. Unlike most members of his station, Cassius retains the manly camaraderie with his men, making him very popular, and more or less acts like of the boys. Being distanced from the Civil War gives him an outsider’s perspective, believing that the Thalmor are the greater threat. He is incredibly loyal to the men under his command, and their well-being is his first priority. Though rough around the edges, and a fan of wenching, he is a man that many aspire to be.
A Nord with an Imperial name, raised in the Province of High Rock, Cassius holds no particular allegiance to anyone aside from the Legion. An orphan, he was given an Imperial name by the owners of the orphanage (both Imperials) so that he would fit in better with the Cyrodiilic children. He ran away when he was twelve and very soon found himself among the men of the Legion, joining as soon as he was able. He very quickly rose through the ranks, his epithet being a reference to his execution of a deserter, which he strangled with one hand with “a grip like stone”. He then became the military governor of High Rock, coordinating the legion forces within the province until he was recalled by the Emperor to assist General Tullius in response to the quickly deteriorating conditions in Skyrim. Bringing with him several men from High Rock and a few from Cyrodiil, he set sail for Skyrim.
Cassius’s ship however ran aground along Skyrim’s most westerly shore, and sent reports that he would be continuing the journey on horseback. His small group was ambushed by Stormcloaks but with the aid of Centurion Godwin they were repelled and he was able to continue on his way to Solitude. There, he and Tullius took joint command of Legion, though there was some friction between them, Tullius’s dour attitude conflicting with Cassius’s more fiery personality. Cassius recognized Tullius’s seniority however. When the Emperor Titus Mede II announced the plan to kill Ulfric at any cost, Cassius took command of Legio Extremum, believing that Tullius should remain in nominal command of the defences should the plan backfire, unaware of the fate that would befall the men under his command upon reaching their destination.
Cassius is a straight forward and upfront man, unafraid to speak his mind. Unlike most members of his station, Cassius retains the manly camaraderie with his men, making him very popular, and more or less acts like of the boys. Being distanced from the Civil War gives him an outsider’s perspective, believing that the Thalmor are the greater threat. He is incredibly loyal to the men under his command, and their well-being is his first priority. Though rough around the edges, and a fan of wenching, he is a man that many aspire to be.
Tartarus
Spoiler
A thin, looming figure with long hair and a beard to match, both light grey and dead straight. His skill with magic suggests he’s a Breton, though his height suggests he’s a Nord. No one is quite sure how old he is, as he speaks of events that should be beyond his life time to recall.
He is a powerful magic wielder who lives in isolation in a tall tower in the wilderness of Skyrim, far away from anyone. His possession of something he calls “the sight” provides him with the gift of foresight, making him aware of events happening all over Skyrim without actually being present. This ability also allows him to see into the past and, most disturbingly, into other peoples’ thoughts and memories, though only when they are in his presence. Aside from this gift, he is a master of all the schools of magic, being a very capable elemental-wielder and necromancer.
His power of foresight lies in his possession of a dragon priest mask, which has not only made him stronger, but prolonged his life to an unnatural length, though at the cost of warping his mind somewhat.
Tartarus is sadistic, calculated and cruel, willing to do anything to accomplish his goals, and as little respect for life. He lusts power and is arrogant in his ability. He does act, for those brave enough to risk it, as a source of information due to his ability to know things he shouldn’t through his use of “the sight”. The price for this information however is high, and often final.
He is a powerful magic wielder who lives in isolation in a tall tower in the wilderness of Skyrim, far away from anyone. His possession of something he calls “the sight” provides him with the gift of foresight, making him aware of events happening all over Skyrim without actually being present. This ability also allows him to see into the past and, most disturbingly, into other peoples’ thoughts and memories, though only when they are in his presence. Aside from this gift, he is a master of all the schools of magic, being a very capable elemental-wielder and necromancer.
His power of foresight lies in his possession of a dragon priest mask, which has not only made him stronger, but prolonged his life to an unnatural length, though at the cost of warping his mind somewhat.
Tartarus is sadistic, calculated and cruel, willing to do anything to accomplish his goals, and as little respect for life. He lusts power and is arrogant in his ability. He does act, for those brave enough to risk it, as a source of information due to his ability to know things he shouldn’t through his use of “the sight”. The price for this information however is high, and often final.
Rules
Standard RP rules apply, but I thought I’d reiterate them here:
1) No god-moding or overpowered characters (this includes vamps and were-creatures). The last one is to add a little bit of fairness. Besides, it’s going to be very easy to survive, and very tempting to kill everyone else if you are one of these creatures, which sort of defeats the purpose of the RP.
2) No controlling/harming other peoples’ characters without their permission. In the case that you have obtained permission to briefly control another person’s character, put “Approved by such-and-such” at the top of the post. This particular rule doesn’t really apply to scenes involving “characters of interest”, but if you want to control their actions in a post, let me know first what you intend to do just in case.
3) Play nicely; no slandering/insulting people on purpose. Naturally our characters will argue at some point, but this does not reflect the person behind them.
4) Romance vs bonking (to put it bluntly). I enjoy a little bit of romance in an RP as much as the next guy, but should you choose to do so, try to make it realistic (and no bonking each other, for obvious reasons).
5) Above all else, have fun!
Current Characters:
Tom
Spoiler
Name: Godwin Barrowblade
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Height, build, bodily features: 6’5, broad shouldered with a muscled physique; the epitome of a strong Nordic warrior. Scars cover his body from many wounds received in battle, notably on his arms and chest.
Facial features: Long dark brown hair worn loose bar two braids that start near his temples and meet at the back of his head. His beard is medium length, and he has eyes the colour of storm clouds. Godwin has a jaw like an anvil and heavy brows, with a battle scar spanning from his right brow, across the bridge of his nose to his left cheek. He is ruggedly handsome, with a deep, strong voice. (Think Chris Hemsworth)
Skills (Max of Seven): Before his time in the legion, Godwin was a formidable opponent in the joust, which spoke of a skill with horses and mounted combat (1). As with many Nords, he felt very much at home wearing heavy armour (2), and learned from a young age how to wield one and two handed weaponry, both how to strike and avoid being struck (3, 4, 5). Being of his status, he learned also social graces, even if he wasn’t particularly good at sticking to them, but nonetheless, he remains very persuasive, whether aggressively or subtly (6). While no master smith, he knows enough to keep his gear maintained and fit for use (7).
So, they are:
1 – Horsemanship
2 – Heavy Armour
3 – One handed (sword)
4 – Two handed (sword)
5 – Block
6 – Speech
7 – Smithing
Armour and clothing: Standard heavy legion armour, steel Nordic braces and steel cuffed boots, and a cloak with a detachable wolf fur hood. When not in battle dress he wears a simple tunic. He wears a locket around his neck with the image of a woman within it.
Weapons: A bastard (hand-and-a-half) longsword forged of high quality steel (think Damascus steel), a steel dirk, and an iron utility knife.
Misc: A waterskin, flint, a few days worth of rations, and hipflask.
Personality: Godwin is fierce and proud, both on and off the battlefield. He is noble and honourable, but also in possession of a legendary temper. He loves a good laugh, a good drink, and occasionally a good brawl. His fiery personality has put him at odds with some of his superiors, but made him well loved by his men. To his family and the men under his command he is fiercely loyal. He does possess a gentle side, but seldom do people see it. He is an astute military commander and tactician, though his fiery personality sometimes gets in the way of his better judgement. He has also been known to have a way with women, promising them the world in the evening, but forgetting them in the morning.
History: The Barrowblades have been a wealthy family in Solitude, serving the Jarls and High-King faithfully, as well as the legion on occasion. Members of the family have even risen to Thanehood on occasion. As the eldest son, Godwin had a lot more responsibility than his three younger siblings, but excelled in performing his duties to the family and the hold, serving as a high ranking member of the guard for a few years. His father fought in the Great War, and like many Nords, gained a burning hatred for the Thalmor. He joined the legion when he was twenty years of age, following in the tradition of his family, and while he was promoted for valour and tactical brilliance in the field, his rebellious streak ensured that he never got beyond the rank of Centurion.
His career in the Legion saw him posted in High Rock for a time, before being transferred back to Skyrim at the outbreak of the civil war. During this time he participated in the First Siege of Whiterun, where the Stormcloak army was broken. There too he met the Redguard Streverus Khain, who quickly became a close friend. He received high distinction during that battle and was transferred back to Solitude so that he could be closer to his family. As the tide of war turned and hold after hold fell into Stormcloak hands, Godwin became part of the line of fortifications that made up the defences of Haafingar; a long wall and series of fortresses that came to be known as “Tullius’s line”. The remainder of his time in the Legion was spent at one of the many border forts as commander of the garrison, with his friend Streverus as his second-in-command. During this time, he saved General Cassius Stonehold, transferred from High Rock, from a Stormcloak ambush on the road to Solitude and befriended him. At the request of Cassius, he had been selected to lead a fresh unit of legionnaires in the Last Legion, his unit being a combination of new recruits and members from his garrison (notably Streverus, again fulfilling the role as his second). After the massacre along the White River, Godwin finds himself the highest ranking survivor. His priorities now are simple; to find General Cassius, dead or alive, and bring the survivors back home.
Name: Godwin Barrowblade
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Height, build, bodily features: 6’5, broad shouldered with a muscled physique; the epitome of a strong Nordic warrior. Scars cover his body from many wounds received in battle, notably on his arms and chest.
Facial features: Long dark brown hair worn loose bar two braids that start near his temples and meet at the back of his head. His beard is medium length, and he has eyes the colour of storm clouds. Godwin has a jaw like an anvil and heavy brows, with a battle scar spanning from his right brow, across the bridge of his nose to his left cheek. He is ruggedly handsome, with a deep, strong voice. (Think Chris Hemsworth)
Skills (Max of Seven): Before his time in the legion, Godwin was a formidable opponent in the joust, which spoke of a skill with horses and mounted combat (1). As with many Nords, he felt very much at home wearing heavy armour (2), and learned from a young age how to wield one and two handed weaponry, both how to strike and avoid being struck (3, 4, 5). Being of his status, he learned also social graces, even if he wasn’t particularly good at sticking to them, but nonetheless, he remains very persuasive, whether aggressively or subtly (6). While no master smith, he knows enough to keep his gear maintained and fit for use (7).
So, they are:
1 – Horsemanship
2 – Heavy Armour
3 – One handed (sword)
4 – Two handed (sword)
5 – Block
6 – Speech
7 – Smithing
Armour and clothing: Standard heavy legion armour, steel Nordic braces and steel cuffed boots, and a cloak with a detachable wolf fur hood. When not in battle dress he wears a simple tunic. He wears a locket around his neck with the image of a woman within it.
Weapons: A bastard (hand-and-a-half) longsword forged of high quality steel (think Damascus steel), a steel dirk, and an iron utility knife.
Misc: A waterskin, flint, a few days worth of rations, and hipflask.
Personality: Godwin is fierce and proud, both on and off the battlefield. He is noble and honourable, but also in possession of a legendary temper. He loves a good laugh, a good drink, and occasionally a good brawl. His fiery personality has put him at odds with some of his superiors, but made him well loved by his men. To his family and the men under his command he is fiercely loyal. He does possess a gentle side, but seldom do people see it. He is an astute military commander and tactician, though his fiery personality sometimes gets in the way of his better judgement. He has also been known to have a way with women, promising them the world in the evening, but forgetting them in the morning.
History: The Barrowblades have been a wealthy family in Solitude, serving the Jarls and High-King faithfully, as well as the legion on occasion. Members of the family have even risen to Thanehood on occasion. As the eldest son, Godwin had a lot more responsibility than his three younger siblings, but excelled in performing his duties to the family and the hold, serving as a high ranking member of the guard for a few years. His father fought in the Great War, and like many Nords, gained a burning hatred for the Thalmor. He joined the legion when he was twenty years of age, following in the tradition of his family, and while he was promoted for valour and tactical brilliance in the field, his rebellious streak ensured that he never got beyond the rank of Centurion.
His career in the Legion saw him posted in High Rock for a time, before being transferred back to Skyrim at the outbreak of the civil war. During this time he participated in the First Siege of Whiterun, where the Stormcloak army was broken. There too he met the Redguard Streverus Khain, who quickly became a close friend. He received high distinction during that battle and was transferred back to Solitude so that he could be closer to his family. As the tide of war turned and hold after hold fell into Stormcloak hands, Godwin became part of the line of fortifications that made up the defences of Haafingar; a long wall and series of fortresses that came to be known as “Tullius’s line”. The remainder of his time in the Legion was spent at one of the many border forts as commander of the garrison, with his friend Streverus as his second-in-command. During this time, he saved General Cassius Stonehold, transferred from High Rock, from a Stormcloak ambush on the road to Solitude and befriended him. At the request of Cassius, he had been selected to lead a fresh unit of legionnaires in the Last Legion, his unit being a combination of new recruits and members from his garrison (notably Streverus, again fulfilling the role as his second). After the massacre along the White River, Godwin finds himself the highest ranking survivor. His priorities now are simple; to find General Cassius, dead or alive, and bring the survivors back home.
disturbing
Spoiler
Name: Streverus Khain
Age:25
six:Male
Race: Redguard
Psychical Appearance: Streverus is slightly above average height standing at 6'2. It's safe to say that Streverus is just about average in every other way. He is neither thin nor bulky, not handsome but not ugly. He's the kind of man that wont stick out in a crowd. The only thing that would strike the Redguard as unusual would be his light brown(almost auburn) hair that is uncommon in Redguards. Streverus typically wears a mask of neutrality and cold determination on his face and is slow to smile.
Facial Features: The Redguard has light skin for his race and even lighter auburn hair. His brown eyes are blank and uninterested. He keeps himself clean shaven and his hair at the maximum length allowed for the Legion. He is exceptionally ordinary looking.
Skills: Streverus prefers fighting with spears and halberds(1) with a small shield (2) He is fast on his feet and very agile(3) He has a scimitar as a backup weapon but he is not as proficient with it as he is with pole style weapons(4) Streverus wears medium armor that leaves him mobile but also decently protected(5). Streverus also knows some useful alchemical skills but that;s as far as his magical prowess extends.(6) The Redguard is also an above average horseman and is proficient at mounted combat(7)
1- Spears
2- Block
3- athletics
4- One handed
5- Medium armor
6- Alchemy
7- Mounted combat
Armour and clothing: Streverus wears standard Legion issued medium armor. When unarmored, he wears Alikr garments. The Redguard also has a black bandanna that he wears on his forehead.
Weapons:A steel halberd and a scimitar. Small mithril shield.
Misc:Alchemical ingredients and a handful of potions. As well as a waterskin jug and a gold necklace.
Personality: Streverus is a slacker at heart and puts as little effort possible into his actions. That doesn't make him a bad soldier however. He is loyal and will try with all of his might to keep his comrades alive. The Redgaurd tends to hide between a veil of aloofness. He can be seen as a bit distant and often prefers solitude to company. Streverus is a great tactician and his last minute decision making was what kept him alive through the massacre.
History: Streverus was born in Sentinal and lived an unremarkable childhood. Like a lot of Redguards, Streverus had a liking towards the sea and enlisted in the Legion Navy as soon as he could. He survived three naval encounters with pirates and Stormcloaks and was moved to Skyrim when his talents as a foot soldier were realized. He fought several small skirmishes with the stormcloaks but that changed he fateful day the little insurrection escalated into a full blown war.
Steverus fought beside Godwin Barrowblade at the First Siege of Whiterun. The Redguard fought brave and hard, and him and Godwin became friends. He fought beside his ally in many battles for the the Legion and when Godwin was given command of a unit he made Steverus his second in commandThe battle went poorly and Severus was seperated from his unit and now lays in a pile of his dead comrades. Waiting for a chance to regroup with his surviving allies.
Name: Streverus Khain
Age:25
six:Male
Race: Redguard
Psychical Appearance: Streverus is slightly above average height standing at 6'2. It's safe to say that Streverus is just about average in every other way. He is neither thin nor bulky, not handsome but not ugly. He's the kind of man that wont stick out in a crowd. The only thing that would strike the Redguard as unusual would be his light brown(almost auburn) hair that is uncommon in Redguards. Streverus typically wears a mask of neutrality and cold determination on his face and is slow to smile.
Facial Features: The Redguard has light skin for his race and even lighter auburn hair. His brown eyes are blank and uninterested. He keeps himself clean shaven and his hair at the maximum length allowed for the Legion. He is exceptionally ordinary looking.
Skills: Streverus prefers fighting with spears and halberds(1) with a small shield (2) He is fast on his feet and very agile(3) He has a scimitar as a backup weapon but he is not as proficient with it as he is with pole style weapons(4) Streverus wears medium armor that leaves him mobile but also decently protected(5). Streverus also knows some useful alchemical skills but that;s as far as his magical prowess extends.(6) The Redguard is also an above average horseman and is proficient at mounted combat(7)
1- Spears
2- Block
3- athletics
4- One handed
5- Medium armor
6- Alchemy
7- Mounted combat
Armour and clothing: Streverus wears standard Legion issued medium armor. When unarmored, he wears Alikr garments. The Redguard also has a black bandanna that he wears on his forehead.
Weapons:A steel halberd and a scimitar. Small mithril shield.
Misc:Alchemical ingredients and a handful of potions. As well as a waterskin jug and a gold necklace.
Personality: Streverus is a slacker at heart and puts as little effort possible into his actions. That doesn't make him a bad soldier however. He is loyal and will try with all of his might to keep his comrades alive. The Redgaurd tends to hide between a veil of aloofness. He can be seen as a bit distant and often prefers solitude to company. Streverus is a great tactician and his last minute decision making was what kept him alive through the massacre.
History: Streverus was born in Sentinal and lived an unremarkable childhood. Like a lot of Redguards, Streverus had a liking towards the sea and enlisted in the Legion Navy as soon as he could. He survived three naval encounters with pirates and Stormcloaks and was moved to Skyrim when his talents as a foot soldier were realized. He fought several small skirmishes with the stormcloaks but that changed he fateful day the little insurrection escalated into a full blown war.
Steverus fought beside Godwin Barrowblade at the First Siege of Whiterun. The Redguard fought brave and hard, and him and Godwin became friends. He fought beside his ally in many battles for the the Legion and when Godwin was given command of a unit he made Steverus his second in commandThe battle went poorly and Severus was seperated from his unit and now lays in a pile of his dead comrades. Waiting for a chance to regroup with his surviving allies.
Captainrex
Spoiler
Name: Damon Bear
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Race: Half Breton-Half Nord
Rank: Milite (Regular Soldier)
Skills: Damon is skilled with the use of two-handed weaponry, light armour, archery, basic Restoration and smithing.
General Appearance: http://www.blogcdn.com/www.joystiq.com/media/2012/06/gearsbairdsmirk530px.jpg
Weapons: Damon wields a steel great sword, an Imperial bow and a dagger.
Armour/Clothing: Damon wears light Legion armour with a green cloak.
Personality: Damon is pretty much a smart ass, a trait that has seen him be demoted and promoted many a time.
History: Damon was born in the slums of Windhelm, his was the bastard to Torbjorn Shatter-Shield, and his mother was the household maid. After he was born he and his mother were thrown out by Lady Shatter-Shield.
As soon as he fifteen Damon ran away from Windhelm and found himself in Falkreath, there he made a home and at the onset of the civil war. While in Falkreath he got to know the Jarl’s steward a bit too well, he was thrown into the jail and was given a choice. Death or join the Legion. Damon joined the Legion.
He was given under the care of an old unit of veterans but he was taken cared from by an legionnaire called Brom, at first Damon despised him and gave him plenty of trouble. But the two got to know each other and became sword brothers.
Along with Brom and the rest of the unit Damon was sent off to be part of the Legio Extremum. It was a chance for him to show his superiors his worth and even given the chance of rising to the rank of Decurion. But after a surprise attack the Legio is all but gone, Brom dead, and Damon must now trust a lone Centurion if he hopes to survive.
Name: Damon Bear
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Race: Half Breton-Half Nord
Rank: Milite (Regular Soldier)
Skills: Damon is skilled with the use of two-handed weaponry, light armour, archery, basic Restoration and smithing.
General Appearance: http://www.blogcdn.com/www.joystiq.com/media/2012/06/gearsbairdsmirk530px.jpg
Weapons: Damon wields a steel great sword, an Imperial bow and a dagger.
Armour/Clothing: Damon wears light Legion armour with a green cloak.
Personality: Damon is pretty much a smart ass, a trait that has seen him be demoted and promoted many a time.
History: Damon was born in the slums of Windhelm, his was the bastard to Torbjorn Shatter-Shield, and his mother was the household maid. After he was born he and his mother were thrown out by Lady Shatter-Shield.
As soon as he fifteen Damon ran away from Windhelm and found himself in Falkreath, there he made a home and at the onset of the civil war. While in Falkreath he got to know the Jarl’s steward a bit too well, he was thrown into the jail and was given a choice. Death or join the Legion. Damon joined the Legion.
He was given under the care of an old unit of veterans but he was taken cared from by an legionnaire called Brom, at first Damon despised him and gave him plenty of trouble. But the two got to know each other and became sword brothers.
Along with Brom and the rest of the unit Damon was sent off to be part of the Legio Extremum. It was a chance for him to show his superiors his worth and even given the chance of rising to the rank of Decurion. But after a surprise attack the Legio is all but gone, Brom dead, and Damon must now trust a lone Centurion if he hopes to survive.
Madhog
Spoiler
Name: Selvia Uuleius
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Race: Imperial
Height/build/body features: Selvia stands at 6 foot tall and is quite plump.
Facial features: Flowing jet black hair that reaches her shoulders. She has chestnut brown eyes.
Skills: One-handed, block, light armor.
Armour and clothing: She wears Imperial Light leather armour, but does not wear a helmet. Outside of battle she wears expensive clothing and jewelry.
Weapons: A steel shortsword and small iron dagger around her waist. She also carries an iron shield on her back.
Miscellaneous Items: A pouch around her waist, in which she keeps any items of value that she finds. She also has another pouch which contains some sweetrolls.
Personality: Selvia is very self-centered and aloof and expects others to do things for her most of the time. However she does care about people she trusts, and will often try to help them in any way she can.
History: Selvia was born into a lifestyle of luxury. Her father was a very successful merchant, and she got everything she desired. She grew up in a large mansion, surrounded by servants, who were at her beck and call. She received lessons in combat from a personal tutor and developed great skill with a sword and shield. Despite this, she grew up pampered and lazy, spending days lounging around, having her servants fetch her savory foods. However this lifestyle was not to last.
One night as Selvia lay in bed, dreaming of sweetrolls, her house was attacked. She awoke to screams and the smell of smoke. At first she was confused, and then angry. How dare someone interrupt her beauty sleep! She stormed furiously from her room, and began to yell for her servants. When none came she grew even angrier. Stamping her foot several times, she began to calm down. She would see to it they would all get beheaded.
She wandered aimlessly into the kitchen, hunting for something savoury to eat. She had just found some delicious honey, when the kitchen door burst into flames. Now Selvia began to worry. Why hadn't any of her servants put the fire out? Why was there screaming when she awoke? Realizing she was in trouble she squeezed out through the kitchen window, and into the cold night.
She tutted as she rolled onto the grass outside, covering her nightdress in mud. Why hadn't the servants made a larger window so I wouldn't fall? she wondered. She turned to face the house and screamed in fear. The entire house was ablaze, the flames towering above her. She stumbled backwards and fell to the ground, sobbing. She curled into a ball, and lay there till morn.
The next day was met with the clattering of horses hooves and men's voices. "Over here, sir!" a voice called, "There's a girl." The next few days flew past for Selvia. She was told her father and all occupants of the house had been killed, and the attackers had been some Stormcloak rebels. She swore vengeance on the rebels and joined the Imperial Army the very next day. With her fathers wealth now in her hands, Selvia was sure she could manipulate the war to go her way.
Name: Selvia Uuleius
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Race: Imperial
Height/build/body features: Selvia stands at 6 foot tall and is quite plump.
Facial features: Flowing jet black hair that reaches her shoulders. She has chestnut brown eyes.
Skills: One-handed, block, light armor.
Armour and clothing: She wears Imperial Light leather armour, but does not wear a helmet. Outside of battle she wears expensive clothing and jewelry.
Weapons: A steel shortsword and small iron dagger around her waist. She also carries an iron shield on her back.
Miscellaneous Items: A pouch around her waist, in which she keeps any items of value that she finds. She also has another pouch which contains some sweetrolls.
Personality: Selvia is very self-centered and aloof and expects others to do things for her most of the time. However she does care about people she trusts, and will often try to help them in any way she can.
History: Selvia was born into a lifestyle of luxury. Her father was a very successful merchant, and she got everything she desired. She grew up in a large mansion, surrounded by servants, who were at her beck and call. She received lessons in combat from a personal tutor and developed great skill with a sword and shield. Despite this, she grew up pampered and lazy, spending days lounging around, having her servants fetch her savory foods. However this lifestyle was not to last.
One night as Selvia lay in bed, dreaming of sweetrolls, her house was attacked. She awoke to screams and the smell of smoke. At first she was confused, and then angry. How dare someone interrupt her beauty sleep! She stormed furiously from her room, and began to yell for her servants. When none came she grew even angrier. Stamping her foot several times, she began to calm down. She would see to it they would all get beheaded.
She wandered aimlessly into the kitchen, hunting for something savoury to eat. She had just found some delicious honey, when the kitchen door burst into flames. Now Selvia began to worry. Why hadn't any of her servants put the fire out? Why was there screaming when she awoke? Realizing she was in trouble she squeezed out through the kitchen window, and into the cold night.
She tutted as she rolled onto the grass outside, covering her nightdress in mud. Why hadn't the servants made a larger window so I wouldn't fall? she wondered. She turned to face the house and screamed in fear. The entire house was ablaze, the flames towering above her. She stumbled backwards and fell to the ground, sobbing. She curled into a ball, and lay there till morn.
The next day was met with the clattering of horses hooves and men's voices. "Over here, sir!" a voice called, "There's a girl." The next few days flew past for Selvia. She was told her father and all occupants of the house had been killed, and the attackers had been some Stormcloak rebels. She swore vengeance on the rebels and joined the Imperial Army the very next day. With her fathers wealth now in her hands, Selvia was sure she could manipulate the war to go her way.
WD40
Spoiler
Name: Marcus Ivitus
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Imperial
Height/build/body features: 5’11, slender but toned features
Facial features: He has a slim, and very youthful face. He has smooth features, he has a soft baby face, making him appear to be about 15 at most.
Skills: Light Armor, Archery, Acrobatics
Armour and clothing: Wears light cloth, with the lightest armor the Imperials offer
Weapons: A small iron dagger, and an Imperial bow, a quiver with 50 steel headed arrows
Miscellaneous Items: A small set of tools for bow maintenance, a canteen filled with water, and a couple days rations.
Personality: Very eager, and quick to react. He values courage and honor, but has not found his heart for battle yet, and is prone to cowardice in the face of adversity. Marcus is very loyal and more than willing to follow anyone leader.
History: From his youth, Marcus always wanted to be an Imperial Legionnaire, to fight alongside his brother and father against whatever may stand against the Empire. Not being old enough was the only reason he had not joined sooner. At the age of 16, he applied to the Legion and was given the job of scout, a position he had never hoped for, but one he was great at. When the Stormcloaks had begun pressing against the Imperials and losses were abound, Marcus was moved to the Legio Extremum and trained to be an archer. His father and brother also present to the massacre at Windhelm, Marcus wishes nothing more than to find out what happened to them.
Name: Marcus Ivitus
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Imperial
Height/build/body features: 5’11, slender but toned features
Facial features: He has a slim, and very youthful face. He has smooth features, he has a soft baby face, making him appear to be about 15 at most.
Skills: Light Armor, Archery, Acrobatics
Armour and clothing: Wears light cloth, with the lightest armor the Imperials offer
Weapons: A small iron dagger, and an Imperial bow, a quiver with 50 steel headed arrows
Miscellaneous Items: A small set of tools for bow maintenance, a canteen filled with water, and a couple days rations.
Personality: Very eager, and quick to react. He values courage and honor, but has not found his heart for battle yet, and is prone to cowardice in the face of adversity. Marcus is very loyal and more than willing to follow anyone leader.
History: From his youth, Marcus always wanted to be an Imperial Legionnaire, to fight alongside his brother and father against whatever may stand against the Empire. Not being old enough was the only reason he had not joined sooner. At the age of 16, he applied to the Legion and was given the job of scout, a position he had never hoped for, but one he was great at. When the Stormcloaks had begun pressing against the Imperials and losses were abound, Marcus was moved to the Legio Extremum and trained to be an archer. His father and brother also present to the massacre at Windhelm, Marcus wishes nothing more than to find out what happened to them.
Arathorn
Spoiler
Name: Kai Xerosa
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Race: Imperial
Birthsign: Steed
General Appearance: Despite his rough and ready appearance Kai maintains a very masculine attractiveness about him. His scruffy face is often covered in a varying amount of wounds, dry blood and dirt. His nose is broken in several places and scars are scattered across his olive coloured skin. His eyes are light blue colour and his hair a jet black. Slicked back and kept clear of his face. Rarely clean shaven, the lower half of Kai’s face is often shrouded in a shadow of stubble, with sideburns connecting his thin beard to his thick hair. Kai isn’t exactly tall standing at only 5’10, though he is extremely well-built with an athletic and toned body achieved through years of combat training and experience. Kai has very few noticeable scars as his skin tends to heal very well, however it is rare to see Kai without some form of scar or wound at any given time. Kai has a tribal tattoo that encircles his muscular upper left arm.
Skills: Kai is a master of combat, in particular his speed, stamina, agility and sheer aggression give him the upper hand in most fights. It is not unknown for Kai to lose a fight although this is usually down to extreme fatigue or unconsciousness, as his incredible resilience and refusal to back down keep him fighting even when he is on his last limb. Kai tends to steer clear of using weapons and allows his body to do most of the work, after years of working in the field of martial arts; he is somewhat an expert and can even face those who are armed on equal ground. When it comes to magical ability Kai is powerless, he has no idea how to begin to use the arcane arts and instead turns a blind eye to its practise. Kai is very agile and his acrobatic ability allows him to manoeuvre himself extremely well, both in and out of combat. Years of martial arts training have made him extremely flexible and as a result Kai is an able gymnast. Despite his combat prowess, in warfare Kai is not as skilled as an average soldier. One-on-one combat is very different to tactical warfare, and Kai’s inability to take orders from anyone makes it harder for him to work in a team and perform as part of a unit.
Apparel: Kai takes little pride in his appearance and tends to wear whatever he can find that morning, never sticking to a favourite outfit or using different clothes for specific events. Usually this results in some sort of linen shirt and leather pants, although this can vary depending on what part of the world he resides in at the time. Due to his excessive travelling Kai tends to prefer comfort over protection and even when fighting will never wear any heavy armour, such as steel or iron. He finds these too restrictive and prefers lighter armours such as leather or in some colder parts of the world fur. Kai is often to be found engaging in combat in normal linen or cloth clothes, as this allows him to utilise his speed and agility more so than any other apparel.
Weapons:“Weapons are for the weak.”
Kai rarely uses weapons when it comes to combat. Though he has been known to use a bow and the occasional shortsword or dagger the only weapon he carries with him is a small knife, which even still is mainly used for hunting and skinning his dinners. Kai uses his body as his weapon, his fists are scarred and his knuckles bruised. Kai is capable, through years of training to throw a fierce punch and is also known to use a variety of kicks and blocks which allow him to combat with the most experienced of opponents. Since joining with the army, he has been adorning a steel shortsword for when the going gets tough. Although he hates to have to use it, situations such that war provides often mean it's necassary to avoid death.
Personality: “Scars themselves are the lessons of life, left permanently on your mind, body and soul; you have never truly won a fight if the enemy cannot do as much as to lay a finger on your flesh.”
Headstrong and extremely over-confident, Kai is not invincible, something he believes himself to be. Kai revels in his aggressive nature, actively seeking out trouble and violence to show off his skill and humiliate his enemies. Rude and arrogant, Kai has very few friends and many enemies, Kai knows that he is a loner but he doesn’t seem to mind and instead takes unusual pleasure from his own company. Behind his mindless and scruffy exterior hides a brutal, impulsive, and savage killer with an excessively-violent lust for blood. Kai knows exactly what he is doing by causing trouble and does it often simply for kicks. He makes no effort to hide his personality and it doesn’t take much to recognise that Kai is impulsive and ruthless. In battle Kai has an inhumane lust for blood; aggressive and determined many people would rather avoid any conflict with such a character. Kai is also extremely resilient and is barely ever seen to back down even in cases where he has been vastly overcome. Kai revels in the challenge of combat, enjoying being backed into a corner and having to fight his way out. Despite his violent and psychotic nature, Kai is not inherently evil. Deep down it is probable that Kai does have a conscience, shown partially through the fact that he will rarely attack or engage in combat with those who are weaker than him. Though he personally considers this to be down to the fact that they are unworthy of his effort – this could be a cover up for some sentient considerations.
Biography: Born and raised in the back-streets of Bravil, Kai has had it hard from the start. Abandoned by his mother, who favoured the comfort of alcohol and skooma over the companionship and love for her son, forced Kai into a life of crime and fighting in the pits of the Bravil sewers to earn his keep. It hardened him up, but left him cold-blooded and almost immune to the harsh realities that life seemed to continually thrust at him. As Kai grew and came of age he wondered from Bravil, looking for opportunities, for more money, no matter what he had to do. He considered the Arena but did not fancy the glory and celebration that came with it. Instead he pushed further north, keeping company with a small band of Imperial soldiers, into the land of Skyrim. Kai was by no means friends with the soldiers, but they looked out for each other, providing a group mentality that kept them safe from the unpleasantness that the wilds of Tamriel had to offer. After a short stay in the holds of Bruma and the southern counties of Skyrim, Kai arrived at Solitude where he split with the company of soldiers. Learning of the situation in the war torn province Kai decided to earn his money here, as a mercenary, signing up as a freelance soldier in the war against the uprising Stormcloaks. Kai had no interest in politics but simply in money, and fancied the Imperial Legion's chances against that of the civil enemies. He fought hard in the battle that was to follow and came out with his life. Unfortunately for him, many others did not. And though he was un-fazed by the loss of his comrades, he was unpleasantly surprised to find himself one in amongst a small group of survivors, yet to escape from the grasps of harm's way.
Name: Kai Xerosa
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Race: Imperial
Birthsign: Steed
General Appearance: Despite his rough and ready appearance Kai maintains a very masculine attractiveness about him. His scruffy face is often covered in a varying amount of wounds, dry blood and dirt. His nose is broken in several places and scars are scattered across his olive coloured skin. His eyes are light blue colour and his hair a jet black. Slicked back and kept clear of his face. Rarely clean shaven, the lower half of Kai’s face is often shrouded in a shadow of stubble, with sideburns connecting his thin beard to his thick hair. Kai isn’t exactly tall standing at only 5’10, though he is extremely well-built with an athletic and toned body achieved through years of combat training and experience. Kai has very few noticeable scars as his skin tends to heal very well, however it is rare to see Kai without some form of scar or wound at any given time. Kai has a tribal tattoo that encircles his muscular upper left arm.
Skills: Kai is a master of combat, in particular his speed, stamina, agility and sheer aggression give him the upper hand in most fights. It is not unknown for Kai to lose a fight although this is usually down to extreme fatigue or unconsciousness, as his incredible resilience and refusal to back down keep him fighting even when he is on his last limb. Kai tends to steer clear of using weapons and allows his body to do most of the work, after years of working in the field of martial arts; he is somewhat an expert and can even face those who are armed on equal ground. When it comes to magical ability Kai is powerless, he has no idea how to begin to use the arcane arts and instead turns a blind eye to its practise. Kai is very agile and his acrobatic ability allows him to manoeuvre himself extremely well, both in and out of combat. Years of martial arts training have made him extremely flexible and as a result Kai is an able gymnast. Despite his combat prowess, in warfare Kai is not as skilled as an average soldier. One-on-one combat is very different to tactical warfare, and Kai’s inability to take orders from anyone makes it harder for him to work in a team and perform as part of a unit.
Apparel: Kai takes little pride in his appearance and tends to wear whatever he can find that morning, never sticking to a favourite outfit or using different clothes for specific events. Usually this results in some sort of linen shirt and leather pants, although this can vary depending on what part of the world he resides in at the time. Due to his excessive travelling Kai tends to prefer comfort over protection and even when fighting will never wear any heavy armour, such as steel or iron. He finds these too restrictive and prefers lighter armours such as leather or in some colder parts of the world fur. Kai is often to be found engaging in combat in normal linen or cloth clothes, as this allows him to utilise his speed and agility more so than any other apparel.
Weapons:“Weapons are for the weak.”
Kai rarely uses weapons when it comes to combat. Though he has been known to use a bow and the occasional shortsword or dagger the only weapon he carries with him is a small knife, which even still is mainly used for hunting and skinning his dinners. Kai uses his body as his weapon, his fists are scarred and his knuckles bruised. Kai is capable, through years of training to throw a fierce punch and is also known to use a variety of kicks and blocks which allow him to combat with the most experienced of opponents. Since joining with the army, he has been adorning a steel shortsword for when the going gets tough. Although he hates to have to use it, situations such that war provides often mean it's necassary to avoid death.
Personality: “Scars themselves are the lessons of life, left permanently on your mind, body and soul; you have never truly won a fight if the enemy cannot do as much as to lay a finger on your flesh.”
Headstrong and extremely over-confident, Kai is not invincible, something he believes himself to be. Kai revels in his aggressive nature, actively seeking out trouble and violence to show off his skill and humiliate his enemies. Rude and arrogant, Kai has very few friends and many enemies, Kai knows that he is a loner but he doesn’t seem to mind and instead takes unusual pleasure from his own company. Behind his mindless and scruffy exterior hides a brutal, impulsive, and savage killer with an excessively-violent lust for blood. Kai knows exactly what he is doing by causing trouble and does it often simply for kicks. He makes no effort to hide his personality and it doesn’t take much to recognise that Kai is impulsive and ruthless. In battle Kai has an inhumane lust for blood; aggressive and determined many people would rather avoid any conflict with such a character. Kai is also extremely resilient and is barely ever seen to back down even in cases where he has been vastly overcome. Kai revels in the challenge of combat, enjoying being backed into a corner and having to fight his way out. Despite his violent and psychotic nature, Kai is not inherently evil. Deep down it is probable that Kai does have a conscience, shown partially through the fact that he will rarely attack or engage in combat with those who are weaker than him. Though he personally considers this to be down to the fact that they are unworthy of his effort – this could be a cover up for some sentient considerations.
Biography: Born and raised in the back-streets of Bravil, Kai has had it hard from the start. Abandoned by his mother, who favoured the comfort of alcohol and skooma over the companionship and love for her son, forced Kai into a life of crime and fighting in the pits of the Bravil sewers to earn his keep. It hardened him up, but left him cold-blooded and almost immune to the harsh realities that life seemed to continually thrust at him. As Kai grew and came of age he wondered from Bravil, looking for opportunities, for more money, no matter what he had to do. He considered the Arena but did not fancy the glory and celebration that came with it. Instead he pushed further north, keeping company with a small band of Imperial soldiers, into the land of Skyrim. Kai was by no means friends with the soldiers, but they looked out for each other, providing a group mentality that kept them safe from the unpleasantness that the wilds of Tamriel had to offer. After a short stay in the holds of Bruma and the southern counties of Skyrim, Kai arrived at Solitude where he split with the company of soldiers. Learning of the situation in the war torn province Kai decided to earn his money here, as a mercenary, signing up as a freelance soldier in the war against the uprising Stormcloaks. Kai had no interest in politics but simply in money, and fancied the Imperial Legion's chances against that of the civil enemies. He fought hard in the battle that was to follow and came out with his life. Unfortunately for him, many others did not. And though he was un-fazed by the loss of his comrades, he was unpleasantly surprised to find himself one in amongst a small group of survivors, yet to escape from the grasps of harm's way.
Magnus the Red
Spoiler
Name:Julius Scipion
Age:30
Gender:Male
Race:Imperial with some breton lineage
Height/build/body features: 6ft tall, his build is rather muscular but not that of some beserker nord, his body has a few scars from some past fights and some bar brawls.
Facial features:Pure black hair in a caesar cut, Julius has blue eyes, a vertical scar on the left-hand side of his forehead from an sword cut which thankfully missed its intended target of his brain only by quick reactions from Julius, his nose is slightly crooked from a bar brawl in which a stool was thrown at him by a drunk orc soldier, other than that nothing else of interest.
Skills (Max of 7):
One Handed- Julius Uses a Gladius
Block- In Conjunction with a tower shield
Heavy Armour- Julius is a heavy legionaire
Archery- Julius often hunts with his hunting bow when on remote patrols.
Sneak- Julius has to sneak while hunting.
Smithing- Can keep his armour and weapons in good condition
Alchemy- Julius has an avid interest in local fauna and is well versed in folk cures, as well as herbs to make his tomato soup more tasteful.
Armour and clothing:Imperial Heavy Armour and a wolfskin Cloak is what Julius usually wears, off duty he wears some fur lined boots, black trousers, a white shirt and a blue woolen jumper along with some leather gloves.
Weapons:other than his Gladius and hunting bow Julius has a shovel which he carries with his standard pack, which has one kill to its name whilst julius dug a trench near a forsworn encampment before the reach fell to the stormcloaks.
Miscellaneous Items: Julius Carries most of his belongings on his back on a http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sarcina his only truely miscellaneous object is a book on the histroy of the Imperial Legions of which he reads.
Personality:Julius has a warm personality often engaging in conversation with others and offering to help them if in need, however sometimes he will fall quiet usually on the eve of a battle.
History:Born on a farm near chorrol Julius worked the land until he was fifteen at which he set off for chorrol leaving his farm behind in the capable hands of his uncle, for five years julius worked as a stonemason in chorrol before joining the imperial legion at the age of twenty as a heavy legionaire, for ten years he has served as a soldier in the imperial legion for the first five years he worked as an imperial forester before requesting a front line role which was granted and so was sent to skyrim where he fought in the reach, falkreath and the pale, all falling to the stormcloaks, with morale at a low, julius was recruited into the legio Extremum and so set off on what was to be another defeat for the imperial legion, his philosphy for the battle that wiped out the legion was simple, keep your head down, don't try any heroics, just stay alive, fighting on the edge of Centurion Godwin Barrowblades century, julius during the battle was intergrated into this century after a cavalry charge broke his cowardly centurions morale, who ordered a retreat, all of his comrades fell to the stormcloak cavalry charge whilst julius was quick thinking and played dead, then jined up with Centurion Barrowblades unit where now he waits after the battle to return back to solitude, his life in the charge od the centurion.
Name:Julius Scipion
Age:30
Gender:Male
Race:Imperial with some breton lineage
Height/build/body features: 6ft tall, his build is rather muscular but not that of some beserker nord, his body has a few scars from some past fights and some bar brawls.
Facial features:Pure black hair in a caesar cut, Julius has blue eyes, a vertical scar on the left-hand side of his forehead from an sword cut which thankfully missed its intended target of his brain only by quick reactions from Julius, his nose is slightly crooked from a bar brawl in which a stool was thrown at him by a drunk orc soldier, other than that nothing else of interest.
Skills (Max of 7):
One Handed- Julius Uses a Gladius
Block- In Conjunction with a tower shield
Heavy Armour- Julius is a heavy legionaire
Archery- Julius often hunts with his hunting bow when on remote patrols.
Sneak- Julius has to sneak while hunting.
Smithing- Can keep his armour and weapons in good condition
Alchemy- Julius has an avid interest in local fauna and is well versed in folk cures, as well as herbs to make his tomato soup more tasteful.
Armour and clothing:Imperial Heavy Armour and a wolfskin Cloak is what Julius usually wears, off duty he wears some fur lined boots, black trousers, a white shirt and a blue woolen jumper along with some leather gloves.
Weapons:other than his Gladius and hunting bow Julius has a shovel which he carries with his standard pack, which has one kill to its name whilst julius dug a trench near a forsworn encampment before the reach fell to the stormcloaks.
Miscellaneous Items: Julius Carries most of his belongings on his back on a http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sarcina his only truely miscellaneous object is a book on the histroy of the Imperial Legions of which he reads.
Personality:Julius has a warm personality often engaging in conversation with others and offering to help them if in need, however sometimes he will fall quiet usually on the eve of a battle.
History:Born on a farm near chorrol Julius worked the land until he was fifteen at which he set off for chorrol leaving his farm behind in the capable hands of his uncle, for five years julius worked as a stonemason in chorrol before joining the imperial legion at the age of twenty as a heavy legionaire, for ten years he has served as a soldier in the imperial legion for the first five years he worked as an imperial forester before requesting a front line role which was granted and so was sent to skyrim where he fought in the reach, falkreath and the pale, all falling to the stormcloaks, with morale at a low, julius was recruited into the legio Extremum and so set off on what was to be another defeat for the imperial legion, his philosphy for the battle that wiped out the legion was simple, keep your head down, don't try any heroics, just stay alive, fighting on the edge of Centurion Godwin Barrowblades century, julius during the battle was intergrated into this century after a cavalry charge broke his cowardly centurions morale, who ordered a retreat, all of his comrades fell to the stormcloak cavalry charge whilst julius was quick thinking and played dead, then jined up with Centurion Barrowblades unit where now he waits after the battle to return back to solitude, his life in the charge od the centurion.
What is that! your mom
Spoiler
Name: Maximus Scipio.
Age: 23
Gender: Male.
Race: Imperial.
Height/build/body features: 5'9, 209 pounds, well toned muscles.
Facial features: Brown eyes, short hair, and a small but fresh scar from the ambush.
Skills (Max of 7): Spear, One handed, Heavy armor, and shield
Armour and clothing: Standard Imperial Legionary armor. http://skyrim.nexusmods.com/mods/6085
Weapons: Imperial Gladius, and two short, throwing spears, attached to his shield.
Miscellaneous Items: A bag of gold, his journal, enough rations for a few days time, and his wedding ring.
Personality: Arrogant, values Imperial traditions, sarcastic, and is potential leader.
History: He was born in a farm near Anvil. He grew up working on the family farm working but wanted to join the Legion since he was young. He would see Imperial soldiers marching many times since he lived near the border to Valenwood. His family grew a bitter hatred to the Dominion since they suffered Elven occupation in the Great war. When he was 18, he left his farm to sign up for the Legion.
He was deployed to the 13th Legion, stationed in County Anvil to protect the border from an Aldmeri invasion. His days were spent patrolling the countryside, not doing an occasional fight with a group of bandits that his century could easily break. However, one day, his Cohort, as well 3 other Cohorts, were given orders from high up to relocate to Eastern High Rock, there, they would be given further orders from General Stronghole. After a few years in Anvil, Scipio now wondered what is going on in High Rock.
After Several weeks on boat, then by foot, Maximus and his Cohort made it to his destination. He later found out that his Cohort is now transfered to the Legions in High Rock and will head to Skyrim to assist General Tullius in his losing war in Skyrim. While on thier way to Solitude, Stonehold's army was ambushes by an army of Stormcloaks. The Legions from High Rock managed to defeat the rebels, but with cassulties. Scipio himself was promoted to Decanus, commander of ten, for bravey and killing a stormcloak officer.
However, on Maximus's second encounter with the Stormcloaks, he and his comrades weren't so lucky. He was apart of an army of 10,000 men into Windhelm. But when they landed on the beaches of North-Eastern Skyrim, and marched further South, they were ambushed again. This time, it was a dissaster. No prisoners were taken, and few survived, Maximus woke up, with the troops he commanded dead..
Name: Maximus Scipio.
Age: 23
Gender: Male.
Race: Imperial.
Height/build/body features: 5'9, 209 pounds, well toned muscles.
Facial features: Brown eyes, short hair, and a small but fresh scar from the ambush.
Skills (Max of 7): Spear, One handed, Heavy armor, and shield
Armour and clothing: Standard Imperial Legionary armor. http://skyrim.nexusmods.com/mods/6085
Weapons: Imperial Gladius, and two short, throwing spears, attached to his shield.
Miscellaneous Items: A bag of gold, his journal, enough rations for a few days time, and his wedding ring.
Personality: Arrogant, values Imperial traditions, sarcastic, and is potential leader.
History: He was born in a farm near Anvil. He grew up working on the family farm working but wanted to join the Legion since he was young. He would see Imperial soldiers marching many times since he lived near the border to Valenwood. His family grew a bitter hatred to the Dominion since they suffered Elven occupation in the Great war. When he was 18, he left his farm to sign up for the Legion.
He was deployed to the 13th Legion, stationed in County Anvil to protect the border from an Aldmeri invasion. His days were spent patrolling the countryside, not doing an occasional fight with a group of bandits that his century could easily break. However, one day, his Cohort, as well 3 other Cohorts, were given orders from high up to relocate to Eastern High Rock, there, they would be given further orders from General Stronghole. After a few years in Anvil, Scipio now wondered what is going on in High Rock.
After Several weeks on boat, then by foot, Maximus and his Cohort made it to his destination. He later found out that his Cohort is now transfered to the Legions in High Rock and will head to Skyrim to assist General Tullius in his losing war in Skyrim. While on thier way to Solitude, Stonehold's army was ambushes by an army of Stormcloaks. The Legions from High Rock managed to defeat the rebels, but with cassulties. Scipio himself was promoted to Decanus, commander of ten, for bravey and killing a stormcloak officer.
However, on Maximus's second encounter with the Stormcloaks, he and his comrades weren't so lucky. He was apart of an army of 10,000 men into Windhelm. But when they landed on the beaches of North-Eastern Skyrim, and marched further South, they were ambushed again. This time, it was a dissaster. No prisoners were taken, and few survived, Maximus woke up, with the troops he commanded dead..
Fisheye98
Spoiler
Name: Geoff Servius
Age: 24
Gender: Male.
Race: Imperial.
Height/build/body features: Geoff stands at roughly 5'10 and has a lean, but still muscled, build. Most of the young man's height comes from his legs, which are much longer than average. Geoff's back, chest, and arms hold a few small scars from training and warfare, though none are too obvious. The soldier has a "warrior's build", meaning a slim waist and broad shoulders. Geoff's skin is naturally pale, even though he is usually outside in the sun nearly all day.
Facial features: The first thing that most people notice about Geoff's face is it's squareness. Geoff has a very square and angular face, all edges and planes. The next is the man's large eyes. These eyes are a very dark brown color and because of this his irises almost seem to blend with his pupils. The warrior, unlike most others, has quite long, untamable hair. This hair, which reaches the man's shoulders, is usually safely secured behind his ears or tied back during battle. For some odd reason Geoff seems to always hold a mocking smile on his face, which often gets him blamed for mishaps.
Skills (Max of 7): Geoff's main skill is his ability to wield his Dolabra (Pick-Axe, war-axe hybrid) in battle with ease. The young man knows every inch of blade and handle on the weapon (1). Besides this Geoff is also pretty skilled with most throwing weapons, namely the Pilum and Bolas (2). The foot-soldier also has a natural talent with running, especially long ranges (3). As a hobby Geoff is also pretty good with his Violin, though he rarely has time on the war front. Geoff is also a skilled cartographer.
1. One handed (especially with axe-based weapons.)
2. Throwing.
3. Agility.
Armor and clothing: When on duty Geoff usually wears his scouting gear, which consists of a thing leather jacket under a dark grey trench coat (or something similar) with steel pauldrens and bracers set over it, durable dark grey trousers, and dark brown leather boots. When off duty Geoff wears a light blue tunic, black trousers, dark black leather boots, his dark grey trench coat, and a black tricorn hat.
Weapons: His signature, six pound Delabra named Ordinem (A Delabra is a Pick-axe War-axe hybrid), Two hard tip Pilums strapped too his back, and three or four Bolas. He also carries a stiletto in a back-holster with the hilt pointing to his right.
Miscellaneous Items: A brass bracelet, a bag of coin, a journal, his violin and violin case, a bone whistle, a water canteen, an extra Pilum spear-head, a few feet of rope, a few days rations, cartography tools, and a jar of healing salve. All of his rations are stored in a back-worn knapsack (back pack
) and everything else in a brown messenger bag.
Personality: Geoff is a nice enough man who tries to give everyone a chance. The man likes to tease and crack jokes pretty often. Geoff isn't easily angered and usually tries to ease tensions with a joke or two. Sometimes, however, his jokes may be taken the wrong way, something that happens much to often in Geoff's opinion. The soldier hold a particular grudge towards racists of all sorts and fancies himself a "white knight", trying to help the innocent wherever he can.
History: Geoff was born in the outskirts of Skingrad too two field workers. His life was an average one. The child, like most others, enjoyed exploring the wilderness around Skingrad with his friends and enjoying nature. His studies were pretty average and the boy knew he really only had two realistic career options, labor in the fields or enlistment with the Legion. So when young Geoff came to age he made his choice, to join the Legion.
In training Geoff was a pretty average soldier, and he was quite okay with that. Soon, however, he realized the reason he want really shining, he was using the wrong weapons. Geoff, honestly, was pretty wretched with the sword, bow, and shield, but sadly those were standard issue. But one day when Geoff was being trained on how too build temporary dugouts and trenches he laid his hands on his first Delabra. The soldier loved the feel of the tool-weapon hybrid in his hand. He loved the balance and weight to it, loved it's reach, loved the multiple uses of it. It simply was his weapon.
So the soldier told his trainers about this and they soon put him in a different training category when they saw his excitement. Geoff was soon introduced through other weapons, such as the Pilum and bolas, both of them just as capable in the man's hands, he had found his niche. The weapons Geoff took a liking too, paired with his speed, agility, and knack for remembrance and cartography made him a great choice for a scout.
So that's just what his superiors made him a scout. Not too long after training Geoff was sent to the Skyrim-Morrowind border too help escort refugees, destroy the numerous bandits preying on the refugees, and scout out new passages. Geoff saw little action, instead he slowly honed his skills over time, before being sent west too the High Rock-Skyrim border to help deal with the new rebellion, dubbed the "Stormcloaks" after their murderous leader. This is where Geoff gained the real experience, experience that stuck. The man fell into the life of combat, helping scout out Stormcloak positions and sometimes even taking part in the assaulting of said camps
Before long, however, Geoff was pulled back to take part in the "Legio Extremum" and try too sever the head of the beast that was the Stormcloak rebellion.
Name: Geoff Servius
Age: 24
Gender: Male.
Race: Imperial.
Height/build/body features: Geoff stands at roughly 5'10 and has a lean, but still muscled, build. Most of the young man's height comes from his legs, which are much longer than average. Geoff's back, chest, and arms hold a few small scars from training and warfare, though none are too obvious. The soldier has a "warrior's build", meaning a slim waist and broad shoulders. Geoff's skin is naturally pale, even though he is usually outside in the sun nearly all day.
Facial features: The first thing that most people notice about Geoff's face is it's squareness. Geoff has a very square and angular face, all edges and planes. The next is the man's large eyes. These eyes are a very dark brown color and because of this his irises almost seem to blend with his pupils. The warrior, unlike most others, has quite long, untamable hair. This hair, which reaches the man's shoulders, is usually safely secured behind his ears or tied back during battle. For some odd reason Geoff seems to always hold a mocking smile on his face, which often gets him blamed for mishaps.
Skills (Max of 7): Geoff's main skill is his ability to wield his Dolabra (Pick-Axe, war-axe hybrid) in battle with ease. The young man knows every inch of blade and handle on the weapon (1). Besides this Geoff is also pretty skilled with most throwing weapons, namely the Pilum and Bolas (2). The foot-soldier also has a natural talent with running, especially long ranges (3). As a hobby Geoff is also pretty good with his Violin, though he rarely has time on the war front. Geoff is also a skilled cartographer.
1. One handed (especially with axe-based weapons.)
2. Throwing.
3. Agility.
Armor and clothing: When on duty Geoff usually wears his scouting gear, which consists of a thing leather jacket under a dark grey trench coat (or something similar) with steel pauldrens and bracers set over it, durable dark grey trousers, and dark brown leather boots. When off duty Geoff wears a light blue tunic, black trousers, dark black leather boots, his dark grey trench coat, and a black tricorn hat.
Weapons: His signature, six pound Delabra named Ordinem (A Delabra is a Pick-axe War-axe hybrid), Two hard tip Pilums strapped too his back, and three or four Bolas. He also carries a stiletto in a back-holster with the hilt pointing to his right.
Miscellaneous Items: A brass bracelet, a bag of coin, a journal, his violin and violin case, a bone whistle, a water canteen, an extra Pilum spear-head, a few feet of rope, a few days rations, cartography tools, and a jar of healing salve. All of his rations are stored in a back-worn knapsack (back pack
) and everything else in a brown messenger bag.Personality: Geoff is a nice enough man who tries to give everyone a chance. The man likes to tease and crack jokes pretty often. Geoff isn't easily angered and usually tries to ease tensions with a joke or two. Sometimes, however, his jokes may be taken the wrong way, something that happens much to often in Geoff's opinion. The soldier hold a particular grudge towards racists of all sorts and fancies himself a "white knight", trying to help the innocent wherever he can.
History: Geoff was born in the outskirts of Skingrad too two field workers. His life was an average one. The child, like most others, enjoyed exploring the wilderness around Skingrad with his friends and enjoying nature. His studies were pretty average and the boy knew he really only had two realistic career options, labor in the fields or enlistment with the Legion. So when young Geoff came to age he made his choice, to join the Legion.
In training Geoff was a pretty average soldier, and he was quite okay with that. Soon, however, he realized the reason he want really shining, he was using the wrong weapons. Geoff, honestly, was pretty wretched with the sword, bow, and shield, but sadly those were standard issue. But one day when Geoff was being trained on how too build temporary dugouts and trenches he laid his hands on his first Delabra. The soldier loved the feel of the tool-weapon hybrid in his hand. He loved the balance and weight to it, loved it's reach, loved the multiple uses of it. It simply was his weapon.
So the soldier told his trainers about this and they soon put him in a different training category when they saw his excitement. Geoff was soon introduced through other weapons, such as the Pilum and bolas, both of them just as capable in the man's hands, he had found his niche. The weapons Geoff took a liking too, paired with his speed, agility, and knack for remembrance and cartography made him a great choice for a scout.
So that's just what his superiors made him a scout. Not too long after training Geoff was sent to the Skyrim-Morrowind border too help escort refugees, destroy the numerous bandits preying on the refugees, and scout out new passages. Geoff saw little action, instead he slowly honed his skills over time, before being sent west too the High Rock-Skyrim border to help deal with the new rebellion, dubbed the "Stormcloaks" after their murderous leader. This is where Geoff gained the real experience, experience that stuck. The man fell into the life of combat, helping scout out Stormcloak positions and sometimes even taking part in the assaulting of said camps
Before long, however, Geoff was pulled back to take part in the "Legio Extremum" and try too sever the head of the beast that was the Stormcloak rebellion.
Tundrafrog1124
Spoiler
Name: Emilio Buzzelli
Age: 23
Gender: male
Race: Imperial
Height/build/body features: 5’11” average body type, Emilio is fit and looks like an average soldier in good shape. He has black hair cut short in military fashion.
Facial features: Intense green grey eyes and small scar across the bridge of his nose. Handsome likable features.
Skills (Max of 7): One handed, Barter, smooth talking, and block, archery and sneaking.
Armor and clothing: Standard Imperial light armor with shield, and a change of common clothes.
Weapons: Short sword, spear, and iron dagger.
Miscellaneous Items: pouches of gold and other valuables, and a necklace.
Personality: Emilio is fairly kind and often looks out for people. He has a knack for smooth talking and often gets with woman because of his good looks.
History: Emilio was born in the Imperial city to a wealthy merchant and his wife. Emilio was one of seven children and often did the children cause a ruckus in the market district. Emilio was closest with his sister Julia who was a year younger, they spent a lot of time together and because of they shared the same color hair and eyes looked almost like twins. When he was sixteen Emilio was on a walk with Julia he was approached by several Imperial soldiers, they made remarks on Julia’s appearance and one man tried to force himself one her. Emilio had never really been much of a fighter but he kicked into action and fought the two men. He took a nasty beating but after putting one on the ground Emilio beat the man until he was unconscious. This landed Emilio in jail; he was bailed out by his father who later had the two men killed. From that day on Emilio did all he could to become better at fighting. When he was twenty Emilio joined the military and was shipped off to Skyrim to fight, he has only been back once on leave and misses his sister very much.
Name: Emilio Buzzelli
Age: 23
Gender: male
Race: Imperial
Height/build/body features: 5’11” average body type, Emilio is fit and looks like an average soldier in good shape. He has black hair cut short in military fashion.
Facial features: Intense green grey eyes and small scar across the bridge of his nose. Handsome likable features.
Skills (Max of 7): One handed, Barter, smooth talking, and block, archery and sneaking.
Armor and clothing: Standard Imperial light armor with shield, and a change of common clothes.
Weapons: Short sword, spear, and iron dagger.
Miscellaneous Items: pouches of gold and other valuables, and a necklace.
Personality: Emilio is fairly kind and often looks out for people. He has a knack for smooth talking and often gets with woman because of his good looks.
History: Emilio was born in the Imperial city to a wealthy merchant and his wife. Emilio was one of seven children and often did the children cause a ruckus in the market district. Emilio was closest with his sister Julia who was a year younger, they spent a lot of time together and because of they shared the same color hair and eyes looked almost like twins. When he was sixteen Emilio was on a walk with Julia he was approached by several Imperial soldiers, they made remarks on Julia’s appearance and one man tried to force himself one her. Emilio had never really been much of a fighter but he kicked into action and fought the two men. He took a nasty beating but after putting one on the ground Emilio beat the man until he was unconscious. This landed Emilio in jail; he was bailed out by his father who later had the two men killed. From that day on Emilio did all he could to become better at fighting. When he was twenty Emilio joined the military and was shipped off to Skyrim to fight, he has only been back once on leave and misses his sister very much.
The Pompous Altmer
Spoiler
Name: Emond LaFette
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Breton
Height/Build/Body Features: He stands at 5 feet and 8 inches tall. He has a medium build, but don't let that fool ya, he is really strong for his size. Some body features: he has a tattoo of Dibella on his left bicep, indicating hes more easy going than other soldiers, and he has a long scar on his back, that starts at his right shoulder and goes down to his left hip.
Facial Features: He has very prominent cheek bones, slightly wide jaw and narrow chin. has a narrow nose, and almond shaped eyes. His eye color is a olive green and he has suede colored haired, oiled back and put into a ponytail.
Skills:
Long Blade
Block
Archery
Light Armor
Athletics
Acrobatics
Sneak
Armor and Weapons: For armor he wears Imperial Studded Armor with a wolf's pelt around his armor. For weapons, his main weapon is a Imperial Longbow and for melee combat he uses an Imperial Spatha.
Miscellaneous Items: He wears a gold locket, with the portrait of his fiancee on it. He also has the first edition of the Lusty Argonian Maid, in his satchel were he keeps a bottle of Stros M'kia rum and a slice of bread and a hunk of goat cheese.
Personality: He is very laid back, with a good sense of humor. Is very easing going and can be somewhat of a pervert . He is very polite when it comes to dealing with the opposite six and is good natured and always willing to lend a hand when someone needs it.
History: Emond was born to the wealthy LaFette family who have lived in Chorrol for 7 generations. One of the unique things about the LaFettes was they looked down upon Magic, which was odd; for Bretons especially. Emond was raised as a Scout at a very early age. During his childhood, his father was employed in the Imperial Legion during the last 2 years of the Great War.
Fortunately his father survived the war and went to be with his family. Between the ages of 9-18, Emond was trained by his father and grandfather in the art of scouting. Skills such as: stealth, tracking, surveying, survival, hunting, archery, swordsmanship, and the proper use of light armors. During this time he grew in height and maturity. When all the kids of Chorrol were playing hide and seek, Emond was out training. Sometimes he was picked on, because all of the other kids thought he was no fun.
Starting between the ages of 14 and on he started to get the attention of a lot of the girls in Chorrol. Especially a girl by the name of Jade. Jade was a Bosmer handmaiden, who served the Count of Chorrol. When Emond and his family were invited to dinners and fellowship at the Count's castle, Emond would take every opportunity he could get, to be around her, even when she was working. At the age of 19 Emond had grown well under the tutelage of his father's training, and at the same time he proposed to Jade. Before he had a chance to finalize the agreement, unrest was stirring up in Skyrim and Imperial Legion recruiters came to Chorrol to start recruiting soldiers. To Emond this was the chance to put what he had learned over the course of 10 years of training into good use.
After he signed up fro the Legion, he was sent to the 13th Legion which was stationed in Skyrim. Over the course of three years, Emond took part in a couple battles and skirmishes, but mostly served as a Scout for troop movements. During his time as a Scout, he got a good lay of the land and grew to love the environment of Skyrim. A lot of times when he went on missions, he would hunt the exotic wildlife of Skyrim as trophies and gifts for his fiancee.
Now at the age of 23 and seasoned through a few years of service to the Empire, he wonders if the Empire can win the fight against the Stormcloaks. He'll just have to wait and see.
Name: Emond LaFette
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Breton
Height/Build/Body Features: He stands at 5 feet and 8 inches tall. He has a medium build, but don't let that fool ya, he is really strong for his size. Some body features: he has a tattoo of Dibella on his left bicep, indicating hes more easy going than other soldiers, and he has a long scar on his back, that starts at his right shoulder and goes down to his left hip.
Facial Features: He has very prominent cheek bones, slightly wide jaw and narrow chin. has a narrow nose, and almond shaped eyes. His eye color is a olive green and he has suede colored haired, oiled back and put into a ponytail.
Skills:
Long Blade
Block
Archery
Light Armor
Athletics
Acrobatics
Sneak
Armor and Weapons: For armor he wears Imperial Studded Armor with a wolf's pelt around his armor. For weapons, his main weapon is a Imperial Longbow and for melee combat he uses an Imperial Spatha.
Miscellaneous Items: He wears a gold locket, with the portrait of his fiancee on it. He also has the first edition of the Lusty Argonian Maid, in his satchel were he keeps a bottle of Stros M'kia rum and a slice of bread and a hunk of goat cheese.
Personality: He is very laid back, with a good sense of humor. Is very easing going and can be somewhat of a pervert . He is very polite when it comes to dealing with the opposite six and is good natured and always willing to lend a hand when someone needs it.
History: Emond was born to the wealthy LaFette family who have lived in Chorrol for 7 generations. One of the unique things about the LaFettes was they looked down upon Magic, which was odd; for Bretons especially. Emond was raised as a Scout at a very early age. During his childhood, his father was employed in the Imperial Legion during the last 2 years of the Great War.
Fortunately his father survived the war and went to be with his family. Between the ages of 9-18, Emond was trained by his father and grandfather in the art of scouting. Skills such as: stealth, tracking, surveying, survival, hunting, archery, swordsmanship, and the proper use of light armors. During this time he grew in height and maturity. When all the kids of Chorrol were playing hide and seek, Emond was out training. Sometimes he was picked on, because all of the other kids thought he was no fun.
Starting between the ages of 14 and on he started to get the attention of a lot of the girls in Chorrol. Especially a girl by the name of Jade. Jade was a Bosmer handmaiden, who served the Count of Chorrol. When Emond and his family were invited to dinners and fellowship at the Count's castle, Emond would take every opportunity he could get, to be around her, even when she was working. At the age of 19 Emond had grown well under the tutelage of his father's training, and at the same time he proposed to Jade. Before he had a chance to finalize the agreement, unrest was stirring up in Skyrim and Imperial Legion recruiters came to Chorrol to start recruiting soldiers. To Emond this was the chance to put what he had learned over the course of 10 years of training into good use.
After he signed up fro the Legion, he was sent to the 13th Legion which was stationed in Skyrim. Over the course of three years, Emond took part in a couple battles and skirmishes, but mostly served as a Scout for troop movements. During his time as a Scout, he got a good lay of the land and grew to love the environment of Skyrim. A lot of times when he went on missions, he would hunt the exotic wildlife of Skyrim as trophies and gifts for his fiancee.
Now at the age of 23 and seasoned through a few years of service to the Empire, he wonders if the Empire can win the fight against the Stormcloaks. He'll just have to wait and see.
exile19
Spoiler
Name: Rex Afrikanus
Age: 100
Gender: Male
Race: Dunmer
Height/build/body features: 6 ft and 185 lbs He has a ponytail with a knot.
Facial features: He has a facial scare on his face in the shape of a claw mark. He has an unshaven face and red eyes. He also has a Dunmer tattoo on his face in light blue.
Skills (Max of 7): Alteration, Alechemy, Medium Armor, Marksmen, One-Handed, Hand-to-hand, Sneak
Armour and clothing: Medium Imperial armor though no helm and a cloak over it. He has a cloth over where his scar is.
Weapons: He has a Bow along with a spear and silver throwing knives.
Miscellaneous Items: He carries a copy of Immortal blood....and the Lusty Argonian Maiden. He also carries Alychemical ingredients and equipment. He also has a War-Dog named Arcturus.
Personality: Serious when the situations demands but joking in a casual occasion.
History: Born to Netch farmers in Morrowind, he lost his family to the Argonians during the Invasion. He was taken in by the Imperial Cult and learned the ways of the Empire. Despite still adhering to the Native Tribunal Temple, he adopted Imperial Custom as well. To honor this He changed his name and adopted an Imperial name, Rex Afrikanus. For much of his younger years he served as a Witch-Hunter to the Temple and Cult, hunting Vampires, Ghosts, necromancers, and all kinds of Dark Creatures throughout Morrowind; he even hunted remnants of the 6th house, earning his scar fighting an ascended sleeper. When the Red Year occurred, he evacuated to Cyrodiil and settled in Anvil as a wine maker and part time alchemist. When the Great War began, Rex repayed his debts to the Cult and joined the Legion. He served as a Cavalry Officer and fought at numerous battles including the Escape and recapture of the Imperial City. With Civil War in Skyrim he is now tasked with helping in putting down the rebellion.
Name: Rex Afrikanus
Age: 100
Gender: Male
Race: Dunmer
Height/build/body features: 6 ft and 185 lbs He has a ponytail with a knot.
Facial features: He has a facial scare on his face in the shape of a claw mark. He has an unshaven face and red eyes. He also has a Dunmer tattoo on his face in light blue.
Skills (Max of 7): Alteration, Alechemy, Medium Armor, Marksmen, One-Handed, Hand-to-hand, Sneak
Armour and clothing: Medium Imperial armor though no helm and a cloak over it. He has a cloth over where his scar is.
Weapons: He has a Bow along with a spear and silver throwing knives.
Miscellaneous Items: He carries a copy of Immortal blood....and the Lusty Argonian Maiden. He also carries Alychemical ingredients and equipment. He also has a War-Dog named Arcturus.
Personality: Serious when the situations demands but joking in a casual occasion.
History: Born to Netch farmers in Morrowind, he lost his family to the Argonians during the Invasion. He was taken in by the Imperial Cult and learned the ways of the Empire. Despite still adhering to the Native Tribunal Temple, he adopted Imperial Custom as well. To honor this He changed his name and adopted an Imperial name, Rex Afrikanus. For much of his younger years he served as a Witch-Hunter to the Temple and Cult, hunting Vampires, Ghosts, necromancers, and all kinds of Dark Creatures throughout Morrowind; he even hunted remnants of the 6th house, earning his scar fighting an ascended sleeper. When the Red Year occurred, he evacuated to Cyrodiil and settled in Anvil as a wine maker and part time alchemist. When the Great War began, Rex repayed his debts to the Cult and joined the Legion. He served as a Cavalry Officer and fought at numerous battles including the Escape and recapture of the Imperial City. With Civil War in Skyrim he is now tasked with helping in putting down the rebellion.
The White River Massacre
7 A.MThe Last Legion marches from their camp at the mouth of the White River, following the road south to Windhelm along the riverside. General Stonehold leaves a few hundred men to hold the camp. A small band of scouts is sent far ahead of the main group.
9 A.M
Scouts are eliminated by Stormcloaks with no survivors. Legion remains unaware of their fate, but a few people notice they haven’t reported back yet.
10 A.M
The vanguard of Legio Extremum arrives at the ambush site, to find the road blocked. They are caught in a vice between the river, the blockade and the forest. Stormcloaks begin their attack. Arrows from the trees fell many men. After the barrage, the Stormcloak warriors charge in. There is chaos everywhere. Riders are sent to rest of the army to halt the advance, but they never make it. Caught between Stormcloaks and the river with no where to run, a great battle to the death ensues.
Simultaneously, another Stormcloak flanking force hits the middle of the Legion army, infantry with some cavalry support. Caught by surprise, Legio Extremum is split into two halves, the first half being commanded by the Preafect and the second half the General. General Stonehold leads the rest of the legion in an attempt to save the vanguard, but progress is slow.
11 AM
Most of the vanguard lies dead. A few units (Godwin’s included), have managed to link up with the rest of the army, but a third wave of Stormcloaks strikes from behind. Now completely surrounded, the battle turns into a valiant last stand, though Stormcloak cavalry route several units and cut them down. As more and more legionnaires are slaughtered by sheer numbers, General Cassius Stonehold leads a fighting retreat, breaking through Stormcloak lines and back towards the camp.
General was last seen leading a tactical retreat towards the camp with Stormcloaks in pursuit.
