The Ne'er-do-wells
Criminal Scum Never Looked So Good
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Dear Brother,
I hope this letter finds you well. As usual, I cannot give too many specifics, but I suspect you can forgive my discretion.
I don’t presume to know Our Lady’s mind, but She appears to have chosen some new favorites as of late. These recent acquisitions have had quite the run of good luck, so much so that Our Lady does appear to dote on them. Well, as much as she ever does. They haven’t been made to serve in Her gardens when they error, at the very least.
You-know-who is having a hard time accepting this change to the status quo, and is raising a bit of a stink; he always has been a jealous one. I hope that he and his shadows don’t do anything rash; the newcomers may be mere instruments, but he does have an uncanny talent for cultivating grudges. Whatever the case, Our Lady is unlikely to take a side so long as no one interferes with Her hobbies.
On a more positive note, the most recent additions that you had brought for the gardens were well-received. For future deliveries, pay special attention to any potential specimens from High Rock or the Summerset Isles, as they tend to be a bit more magically attuned than the others, and you know how much She enjoys subjects with those properties.
Regards
- D
A Message From Our Lovely Group
Welcome to The Ne’er-do-wells, a little RP between friends. For those that are curious, we aren’t exactly looking for new members, nor will we be posting frequently. This is just a casual thing for the three of us that we’re doing up for fun. Great if you read on, fine if you don’t; We only hope those who take the time to read our RP, find it half as entertaining as we do. Now on to business.
Character Sheets
Rulion
Gender: Male Race: Altmer Class: Mage Age: Young, for an altmer at least, probably older than you, more clever as well. Appearance: Gold colored skin, silver hair, short and swept back, with a high forehead. Sharp, features; including nose, chin, and ears, with high cheekbones. Youthful features on the whole, lacking signs of age or hard living. Dark orange eyes, almost bordering on brown, with a prominent brow. Slight build, average height for an Altmer. Equipment: A long blue cloak, with a light mail shirt underneath to ward off simple blows and daggers to the back. The robes are warded slightly against flame, as errant fireballs during training have caused problems in the past. Personality: Cold, calculating, and always in it for himself first and foremost, but not one for overtly breaking the law unless he’s sure he wouldn’t be caught. A snake. He wouldn’t break a deal that you made with him, but he’d most certainly be making sure that the deal benefited him much more than you. Usually appears quite stoic and calm. Motives: Ego; he’s currently a journeyman at the Mage’s guild, and is seeking advancement so that others will recognize his brilliance. He wants authority within the guild.
Osweyh
Gender: Male Race: Bosmer Class: Bandito Age: Pre-Mid-Life-Crisis https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HA8gKG31TeQ&list=PLdkdVfR70Mpi3urlVx5CZBD4d9o_XYoO6&index=58 Appearance: Dark mop of hair falling to shoulder length.A spatter of stubble skirts his jawline. Intense amber eyes that one would say almost light up the room. Two gold hoop earrings hang from the top of his left ear. Plump in the midriff, muscular appendages. Doesn’t possess any scars, although he should. Equipment:Iron plate mail cuirass for protection of his heart. Being a cheap bastard, Osweyh does not possess any more armour and wears a simple green linen outfit and black oiled leather boots to keep his footsteps light. A two handed mithril maul is his preferred weapon of choice. Always has a full flask of his very own home brewed rotmeth on him, made in a barrel left in a non descript alley. Personality:A low level crook. Never anything more. Wants to maintain status quo of his lifestyle. he enjoys a certain level of grime. Outwardly optimistic, go getter attitude. Positive in a callous way which is very insulting to others. Doesn’t believe in possessions. A penchant for getting blasted off of rotmeth and mouthing off to larger more muscle bound peoples and it was for this reason he is so well versed in restorative magick. Background: What is there to tell? A Bosmer born and raised in Silvenar’s seedy under belly. He’s always been scum and he will always be scum. He strives to keep this lifestyle as it is easy and enjoyable for him. Motives: “I try to you know… not die.”
Erahdel
Gender: Female Race: Bosmer Class: Acrobat Age: advlt; Who wants to know? Appearance: She’s a shade or two below tan, with a lean, lithe build. Average height. Her facial features are somewhat vulpine, complementing eyes of scarlett-red, their irises ringed dark grey; oddly, her scleras are red as well, suggesting she inherited her unusual eye colouring from her Dunmer grandfather. Keeps her chocolate-brown hair in a simple yet stylish bun. Thick segmented lines, tattooed in pale-white, arc down below her eyes and run down the outer curve of her cheeks, as well as the center of her bottom lip. Matching tattoos can be found along her spine and around her ankles. Favours dark bronze eyeliner. Equipment: A hooded robe, deep blue with dark tan trim, its length of subtle brocade ending at her knees. Under her robe, she wears a pair of thick, black leggings. On her feet are a pair of flat-heeled ankle boots, padded for comfort and quietness. Brown hand wraps cover her palms and wrists. She also wears a wide leather belt slung ‘about the hips. Story related item: A simple yet elegant, striated ebony torc. https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/f/f8/Torque_or_stri%C3%A9.jpghttps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Torc#/media/File:Torque_or_stri%C3%A9.jpgEnchanted to resist harmful and manipulative magics but will sap stamina and magicka if overtaxed. Also forces the wearer to obey Auraenya’s will, under penalty of strangulation. The wearer is unable to take it off. Personality: Best described as opportunistic and a touch eccentric, Erahdel’s rather mischievous by nature. Tends to be teasing as well as callous with most. She’s chiefly concerned with staving off boredom and keeping her skills sharp (to maintain her lifestyle), stealing more to kill time and ply her talents than anything else… though nabbing a bit of loot along the way is always nice. Erahdel frequently speaks in half-truths and will keep her end of a deal, but only with what is explicitly stated in an agreement; all else is fair game. Background: Her parents are Parwen, a clothier from Sadrith Mora, and Endring, a slave (now free) that used to work mixing and applying dyes to textiles for his master, Parwen’s father. To keep things short, let’s skip the messy details and drama. The lovebirds eventually eloped to Cheydinhal, Parwen becoming pregnant with Erahdel soon after. The family lived hand to mouth through most of Erahdel’s infancy, until Endring took it upon himself to provide for them any way he could. Turned out the little Bosmer mage had quite the knack for thieving. He later passed these skills on to his daughter, so she might always have a means to take care of herself. The lessons stuck, and to this day Erahdel travels light, taking what she needs and wants from those around her. Motives: Maintaining her life, comfort,and amusemant.