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Post » Tue Sep 22, 2015 7:51 pm

Yes it took me literal days to figure out how to work this forum: don't judge. All of your characters are so fleshed out and I'm over here like o.0, so you'll have to give me a *sec to figure out the lore and timeframe and a character.

*day or two

Hope to have something figured out sooner, but I've got a lot of research to do, so we'll see.
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Post » Tue Sep 22, 2015 11:05 am

Hello Kaivel! I'm happy to help answer any questions you have! I'm not the most knowledgeable when it comes to lore, but I know my fair share. Feel free to PM me if you're interested, which in case you dont know how to do that, you just click on my name and then look for "send a message' on the right-hand side of my page. :smile:

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Post » Tue Sep 22, 2015 7:12 pm

For anyone curious as to what Blacklight looks like (according to http://tamriel-rebuilt.org/) here's a https://2ch.hk/tes/src/414609/14281219773420.jpg.

EDIT: added a few sentences to my last post to acknowledge Red Mountain, since you would technically be able to see it from Blacklight.

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Post » Tue Sep 22, 2015 8:24 am

Looks quite amazing, I will get a post up tomorrow.

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Post » Tue Sep 22, 2015 10:38 am

That's actually a good point. Whoever posts a new place or anything of that nature? Should put a url link in with the name of the city- so we can click on it, and have a reference for our writing. OR just post it here in the OOC room.

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Post » Tue Sep 22, 2015 8:30 pm

EDIT: This is the updated version of Kaivel. I cleaned up the ending of her backstory and adjusted her inventory items. Let me know what you think. :wink:

Name: Kaivel Bainax. (Pronounced like "eye" with a K, and then like "full", but with a V. Emphasis on the first syllable.)
Race: Imperial
Gender: Female
Age: 30
Appearance: (Aprox. 5'-7", athletic, but feminine, build) Her face is gentle, and her features soft, but around her mouth and eyes, laugh-lines co-mingle with the etchings of grief. She has clear grey eyes, that betray a steeled heart, framed by lashes the color of pitch. Walnut brown hair falls to the middle of her back and her eyebrows and nose are as straight as her determination. A plump mouth, turned up so sweetly at the corners, is the only thing that belies her ferocity. The scarred remains of a vampires bite at the left side of her throat are her permanent reminder that life is always worth the fight.
Personality: Determined, contemplative, introverted, slightly impatient, intuitive and compassionate. Hardened against the ills of the world. Gives herself completely to whichever cause she deems significant. However, at the end of the day, she is still human and susceptible to deviations from these norms. In rare circumstances she can be as calculating and cruel as the worst of them.
Birthsign: The Lady (Born 3rd of Hearthfire 3E 431)
Class: Scout
Skills: Alchemy, Athletics, Long Blade, Medium Armor, Sneak, Speechcraft
Inventory: Wedding Band, 2 Daggers, Silver Longsword with Oiled Black Scabbard, Small Phial of Soil, Pack (with bedroll, rations, healing potions, other potions, alchemy ingredients etc.). Her look: Nordic Ringmail with some modifications in leather. Hooded wool cloak. Knee-high boots and leather-metal gauntlets. Simple circlet on her brow. (I will draw her and post her up sometime)
Backstory:
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On the third day of Hearthfire 3E 431, in the beautiful city of Kvatch, Cyrodiil, I was born to parents who rejoiced at my arrival. My Father, Antitus Galloff, and Mother, Juniver, had been trying for years to have a child, and when I was born they deemed their happiness complete. I don't remember anything of the time shortly after my birth, but I am told that the first two years of my life were a dream. That is, until the nightmares came.

In 3E 433 a gate to the planes of Oblivion opened on Kvatch and razed my birth home to the ground. My parents, a few others, and I were all that remained of a once thriving city. We had become refugees in our own land. With no other options before them, my parents and the others fled to the port city of Anvil, hoping to find aid. Their relief, however, was short lived. A week after their arrival, another Oblivion gate opened just outside the walls of the city. The Oblivion Crisis had truly begun.

Once again, my parents (and others like them) found themselves without home or security and they retreated into the wilderness of Cyrodiil. Evidence of the presence of Oblivion was apparent everywhere, but it wasn't until the small group happened upon the settlement of Hackdirt that they felt they could be safe once more. The Planes had not touched this place...but something had.

When my parents and their companions explored the buildings, all that could be found of Hackdirt's citizens were corpses. Someone had killed them all. However, rather than facing the prospect of a winter spent homeless, the new arrivals buried the bodies near the chapel and set to work building a new life.

10 years, my parents and I spent living in Hackdirt. The Oblivion Crisis was short lived and we experienced peace and plenty. My father, being a skilled swordsman, started a local chapter of the Fighter's Guild. My mother, anxious to be productive, spent her time exploring the woods and meadows around our village, acquainting herself with the flora and fauna. In time, she became a talented alchemist and ran a small apothecary from the front room of our home. I spent these years of my childhood equally between training with father, learning from mother, and playing with the other children in Hackdirt. Life was blessed.

Just after the celebration of my 11th year, (4E 9) my father received what he called a Gift from the Nine: an invitation to run the Fighters Guild in the city of Bruma. His years of work and strain had been recognized and it was a blessing that could not be ignored. Within weeks, my father answered the call and my family relocated to Bruma.

Bruma was, and is to this day, a beautiful city, but adjusting was hard for me. The city walls were so thick and so high that the wilds of Cyrodiil were blocked from view. Many times during my first year I felt caged and wounded. Thankfully, my mother chose to reopen her apothecary and regular trips outside the cloistered city became a necessity. 3 days a week I explored and collected with my mother; reveling in the freedoms of nature. I learned faster and more efficiently than I had previously and our customer base grew exponentially. However, the remaining days of my week were spent in activities quite different from those performed with my mother.

3 days were relegated to training with my father's guild members, and the final day was spent reading any of the steady stream of books my parents had requisitioned from the Imperial Library.

Training days were brutal, but bruises, and cuts, and sore muscles didn't dissuade me from the practice. I knew what my parents had done to survive when I was an infant and I was determined to be able to fight for myself should the need arise.

The days spent reading, however, were...not something I had agreed to easily. They were thrust upon me by parents who believed I should be given whatever I could in order to be able to think and fight and live for myself. It was years before I began to appreciate my parents foresight, but by my 17th year, these days had become a pleasure for me. I had even begun ordering books and scrolls for myself.

It was on one of these days, when a small crate of new reading material arrived, that my life changed in the best way. I had just received a new copy of Fire and Darkness and in my excitement to share it with my father I rushed to the Guild Hall. I burst through the iron door, barreling into a group of men who had been standing just inside the entrance. In my wild attempt to regain balance, I pulled one of the men down with me; limbs and weapons tangled together as we crashed to the floor. Mortified at my own clumsiness, I clambered to my feet and turned to retreat back through the door. However, my flight was halted as a stone grip tightened around my upper arm and held me fast.

I turned to face my father, and whatever punishment he deemed appropriate for my actions, but was surprised to find that it was not he who had detained me. My grey eyes met those of a rare shade of wintry-blue: something behind my ribs stirred.

"Andyr Bainax", spoke the man behind the eyes; the man I had pummeled. My stupor must have been apparent, because he was forced to repeat himself before I was coherent enough to respond. "I'm Andyr Bainax."

"I'm so sorry!" I half-shouted into his face.

"Interesting first name", he smirked.

"What? No. Kaivel. Kaivel Bainax."

Suddenly Andyr and the group around us, including my father, erupted into laughter. Not realizing what I had done, my father, through his tears of mirth, had to remind me that my family name was Galloff, not Bainax.... Despite my physical and verbal awkwardness, at that moment an incredible friendship was formed.

Andyr was a Nord from Markarth, Skyrim who had come to Cyrodiil to join the Bruma Guard and learn from my father at the Fighter's Guild. He was four years my senior and I quickly began to rely on him for his experience and knowledge of the world outside of Cyrodiil. Many of our free days were spent together and after nearly 3 years of steady friendship, a love more powerful than I had ever read of, or experienced myself, had blossomed in our hearts.

On the first day of Evening Star 4E 18, in my 20th year of life and Andyr's 24th, we were married in the Chapel of Talos in Bruma. To say that this was the best day of my life would not be an exaggeration. I had found the half of me I hadn't realized was missing.

Three months after our wedding, Andyr applied for a position with the Anvil Fighter's Guild and town guard. He was immediately accepted, and we moved shortly thereafter.

Leaving my parents was difficult, but I was excited at the prospect of starting a life together with Andyr. I was also looking forward to opening my own apothecary shop: a blessing I owed to my mothers tireless years of instruction. We quickly acclimated to our new environment and the fresh sea air; life was near perfect.

Almost 2 years later, on the 8th of First Seed 4E 20, our blessings were increased again; we welcomed our first child, a fair-haired, blue-eyed son, who we named Eovir. I finally understood what it was to have complete happiness.

Eovir was a joy and every day was filled with the pleasure of watching him grow. He was the embodiment of pure love and as each year passed, my love for him, and his incredible father, expanded. I had everything I had ever wanted, or needed, and I was complete. However, time was unfair to me. Just after celebrating my beautiful Eovir's 4th year, My Heart was clawed from my body.

It was the very early morning of the 19th day of First Seed 4E 24 and I had just fallen asleep. The nightmare came almost immediately.

Thick blackness swirled behind my eyes and I felt restrained and short of breath and as though I were being poked and pricked all along my neck. I struggled and fought the demons and was finally able to wake myself, but the horror was real. A man with fiery eyes lifted his bloody mouth from my neck and growled ferociously: vampire. Then, releasing my arms, he disappeared into the shadows of the room. Screaming, I sat up and reached to Andyr's side of the bed only to find it empty and cold. Warm blood was pulsing from my neck and I could feel it running down my bosom. Dizzy, I stumbled to my feet, screaming Andyr's name. With more power and strength than I should have been capable of, I ran to Eovir's room. The sight that met me was unbearable.

Empty.

I fled my home and took to the streets, screaming, pleading, shouting for help.

Many came.

Confusion. Panic. Worry. Fear. Resolve.

I was half-dragged to my apothecary shop and, in a moment of clarity, begged for a potion of cure disease. I feared an infection of Porphyric Hemophilia and did not want to become that which had temporarily taken My Heart from me. One of my neighbors brought me the vial and I downed it in one quick gulp.

Blackness.

I awoke 5 days later.

In her compassion, my good-intentioned neighbor had mixed a powerful sleeping draught with the cure disease potion. I had missed any opportunity I may have had to save....

Blank inside.

Her words sounded far away and fuzzy as she explained that multiple search parties had been sent. "10 groups of three", she said.

One group never returned.

I didn't care.

I would never find My Heart again.

.........................

I returned to our home, the home Andyr had built, and cried.

For days. Weeks.

I sold my shop.

I collected a phial of dirt from our front garden; the garden I'd planted with Eovir.

I boarded up the windows and bolted the door.

And returned to my parents home in Bruma.

.........................

For nearly 2 years, I was a shell. I spent all of my time at the Fighters Guild or at my mother's apothecary, focused on my alchemy work. I was relentless in my study, but going to bed beyond exhausted meant no dreams, no nightmares.

Then, one morning in the month of Morningstar 4E 26, I finally

Woke.

Up.

The black cloud in my head, the one that had swallowed my soul whole, had dissipated. The shackles of grief had fallen away and I could breathe again.

In place of where my heart had been, something new, something savage and wild, had grown. With a determination and will more powerful than the gods, I chose life. I chose to take all that I had learned and experienced over the years and shift the balance of the world.

My parents relief was palpable; they had grieved for me for 2 years.

Feeling impatient and stagnant, I hurriedly purchased the necessary gear and informed my parents of my plan. I was going to leave Bruma and travel to wherever had the most need of help. I would answer the call for any cause that felt significant.

With tears in their eyes, and the gift of my father's treasured silver blade, they let me go.

For two years I wandered Cyrodiil and Skyrim to help those who could not help themselves. I survived on the generosity of strangers and on the pay I earned for services rendered. I came to a greater appreciation of the world and discovered a powerful love for the birthplace of My Heart.

Skyrim was the answer to a prayer I didn't know I'd uttered. The sky seemed to never end and the swarms of mountains were a steady and powerful reminder that resilience and defiance can result in perfect beauty. Everything there sang of Andyr. For the first time I felt him again: in the land, the water, the mountains, in the winter-blue sky that matched his eyes. Eovir was there too: in the giggle of a brook, in the song of the larks, even in the tall grass that danced along my fingertips. I had regained a small part of what I had lost and knew I had one responsibility that could no longer be ignored. I needed to go to Markarth; the home of Andyr's family.

My trip to Markarth was uneventful and all too soon I found myself standing on the stoop of House Bainax. I would have stood there for hours, arguing with myself, had Andyr's mother not opened the door, intending to visit the market. To say she was startled would be somewhat of an understatement as it was necessary for me to steady her. After a moment, a look of dawning realization spread across her features and she whispered, "By the Nine! Kaivel!"

Then, she embraced me.

It had been a long time since I had allowed anyone to be so close to me, but something in this woman, this mother of My Heart, broke though my carefully constructed shell, and softened me. Andyr's mother, Bertahl, was everything I knew she'd be and more, and his father, Daveth, was goodness personified. The both of them did everything in their power to make sure I knew that I was theirs, and I loved them for it. But, it was meeting Andyr's younger brother that had the profoundest effect on me.

Thorvald was Andyr in every way; just looking at him brought back a pain so acute it was hard to think. I did my best to avoid being alone with, or speaking, to him. However, with an intuition to rival his brothers, Thorvald quickly discerned the truth behind my avoidance.

Finding me alone in the market one day, nearly two weeks after my arrival, he asked me to walk with him to a nearby shop.

"I am sorry, for your sake alone, that I am so similar to him," he said softly as we wove through the crowds. "I can see it hurts you to look at me."

Tears pricked at my eyes but I blinked them away. "It is a pain I willingly bear," I choked. "Your presence is...can be...painful, but at the same time you are a reminder that is was all real."

I smiled up at him and for the first time since our strained meeting, I appreciated his steadyness and sweet spirit; I had gained a true and real brother.

Just over a month after my arrival in Markath, an adventuring summons was posted on the notice board in the local pub. A man called Heinrich Oaken-Hull was taking an expedition to Vvardenfell: a place desperately in need of balance. I tore the notice from the board and pocketed it: determined to join the party. I returned to House Bainax to deliver the news of my impending departure, but they were one step ahead of me.

Daveth had seen the summons that morning and knew that I would be unable to resist the urge to go. He had told Bertahl and Thorvald and while I was out, they had purchased for me a beautiful set of Nordic Ringmail. Songs of praise could not adequately express my gratitude and love in that moment. This family had given me everything, and even now, we're giving me more. With the promise of letters, I took my leave of them the very next morning and joined a small caravan heading East.

The trek across the whole of Skyrim took all of a month, and just as my patience was on its last leg my companions and I crested the final hill and the ebony claw of Blacklight came in to view.
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Post » Tue Sep 22, 2015 9:00 pm

For the most part, approved. I just have a couple minor concerns.

Ebony Longsword: In most cases, I would consider this very overpowered. In this situation, where it is a family heirloom, I am more inclined to approve it. I would recommend you check out something like Adamantium (which made its appearance in Daggerfall.) It's weaker than ebony which will keep people happier, and its more of a traditionally Imperial material. I personally don't mind you holding on to the ebony longsword, but some people might raise a brow to it. Is there a particular reason and significance for the sword being ebony?

Medium Armor... or something: This is actually something I'm more concerned with. Just make sure you edit this to actually be specific as to what kind of armor you're working with. Some examples of medium armors would be things like Chainmail, Bonemold (which is native to Morrowind), Scale Armor, and (according to TES III: Morrowind) Orcish - which I actually disagree with (it should be Heavy.) Those are the Medium Armors I can think of off the top of my head. Both chainmail and scale armor have imperial renditions, if your character is a traditionalist.

If anyone has anything to add to this, please do.

EDIT: Also, I'm not sure why I didn't say this earlier, but great work you guys! I'm excited to see how this develops. Thank you for your interest and participation everyone! Hope to hear from y'all soon. :)

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Post » Tue Sep 22, 2015 8:49 pm

Yeah, the ebony longsword thing didn't even occur to me. I just thought it looked nice.... I know, picking weapons for all the wrong reasons. ;). Is there something that's still fancy looking, but lower powered?

The "or something" was more a placeholder for me to go back once I determined her "look". You know, the way I like to draw my characters out? It just got so late last night that I gave up and figured I'd clean up the ending of her backstory (concerning Andyr's family and her travel to Blacklight) and design her armor sometime this afternoon/evening. :) I hope that's okay!
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Post » Tue Sep 22, 2015 10:55 am

Do you want the posts in first person or does it not matter if i do it in third person?
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Post » Tue Sep 22, 2015 11:20 pm

Oh yeah, that's fine. Just make sure you tie it up before you post. Are you gonna draw this character up?! If so, I am very much excite! Also... I might ask you to draw my character. XD

As for the fancy blades, check this out: an http://s61.photobucket.com/user/TheDarknut/media/07.jpg.html from Morrowind (re-done by darknut). Although on further inspection, it seems to be a wash on what material is actually more powerful. I think I'm fine with either one. If it turns out to be too epic, it might have to be broken or lost though... but I don't need to tell you that. You know my style. :wink:

EDIT: A couple things that might be preferable:

- http://img1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120612182041/elderscrolls/images/b/b7/Oblivion_SilverLongsword.png (as seen in Oblivion, making it most-likely of Cyrodiilic make. It's also silver. Perfect for hunting vampires.)

- http://the-elder-scrolls-skyrim.com/images/oblivion/renders/Weapons/Steel/LongswordFine.png. Also found in Oblivion, so I'm assuming its of Cyrodiilic make. Its also one of my favorite looking swords from the game (my favorite actually being the silver one above.)

You may write whatever way you like. :smile:

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Post » Tue Sep 22, 2015 10:11 am

My character as approved:

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Name: Larry Wall

Race: Imperial

Gender: Male

Age: 32

Appearance: 1.75m (~5' 7''). Larry is extremely slim and he isn't very strong, only having the very minimum strength. His legs are long and while his face hints at a tan the rest of him is deathly pale. His hair is short and he's well shaven. His eyes glint a light blue, there are no obvious signs of his addiction.

Personality: Larry is an alcoholic and abuser of anything that's available. While sober, he is often regarded as a fine gentleman, intelligent, honest and on occasion, can be funny. He is however chained by his addiction to alcohol and will often be found tipsy or flat out drunk. He has a bewildering sense of adventure that has come from years of being cooped up into a small office.

Birthsign: The Steed

Class/Skills: Scholar - Larry is well versed in historical lore, both on the dwemer, daedric and nation provinces. His specific field is that of dwemer constructs. He is well versed in diplomacy, public speaking and in general - Is often deemed a social and outgoing individual and thus counts speechcraft as a well developed skill.

Inventory: Larry is often seen wearing a tan trench coat with dark brown trousers and cream coloured cotton shirt. Weather dependant he has a selection of fine fur clothes. He carries with him 3 large bottles of flin that are filled into 2 water pouches and another final water pouch that is actually filled with water. The other parts of his inventory include some spare food, bedroll, tent and flint for fire. His only weapon of choice is a fine wooden staff which he uses to either prop up his tent or help him walk, it would however stand up to a sword but the very act of blocking would be mere luck.

Background:
Born and raised into the Imperial City, Larry was told he would always be a scholar. He was never to live a heroes life and instead become an accountant or assistant historian. This played on his mind and as he found his time spent diving into historical books about wars, he would often pretend to be one of the heroes within. This quickly lead to an infatuation with the adventurous sort and he would search out local taverns and pubs just to hear their stories.

His parents, both wealthy traders were often away from home and therefore never really caught wind of his actions and thus he was left to himself. At the age of 27, Larry was banished from his household where he lost his job at the imperial library and with nowhere to turn, decided to join the expedition into Vvardenfell so that he could not only satisfy his adventurous cravings but finally, further his studies of Dwemer ruins by actually stepping foot inside of one.

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Post » Tue Sep 22, 2015 11:39 pm

Double post I know but I've made my OP and Larry has called out for Oaken-Hull. I wasn't too sure if we were to engage in RPing that character ourselves as he's a story character or you would run that. Either way, it's been a while and I'm eager to continue!

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Post » Tue Sep 22, 2015 8:05 pm

Feel free to take control of Oaken-Hull to a certain extent, just make sure you portray him accurately, and don't get him into a situation where we have to kill him off. That's my job. XD

He's a hulking half-mad Nord who isn't very polite, and he loves his ship more than anything. Just keep those things in mind if you decide to act his part.

And to clarify with the whole "paying to go on an expedition" thing, the money is more to cover supply costs than anything, as Oaken-Hull himself will be "captaining" the journey as a whole. Or at least he will try.

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Post » Tue Sep 22, 2015 2:19 pm

Okay, so when I get home from work I'm going to update my character backstory and inventory.

And yes, Antisanta, I think I will probably draw my character. I'll have to do a lot more research on armor types and styles before I do, but it will probably only help me visualize her better, so not a bother.

Hopefully I'll be leaving here soon, though, because I really want to get Kaivel updated so I can concieve an actual RP post. :tongue:

EDIT: Antisanta, I JUST noticed you added to the swords on the above post. I'll check them out. Danke.

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Post » Tue Sep 22, 2015 3:42 pm

Speaking of swords, for anyone interested in what Resdayn's blade looks like, http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/elder-scrolls-fanon/images/6/66/Trueflame.png/revision/latest?cb=20140704145245 might give you an idea. Just imagine that, except made of steel and WAY more "homemade." Not nearly this elegant.

I also changed my Medium Armor skill to Light Armor before we get too far, to reflect Resdayn's physicality more accurately.

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Post » Tue Sep 22, 2015 8:28 pm

See my post @ the top of this page for the updates and changes I've made. Antisanta, let me know if she's approved. :)
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Post » Tue Sep 22, 2015 2:38 pm

Perfecto! :D

EDIT: By the Nine you guys! I just finished reading up all the posts. You're all doing such a fantastic job, and all your different descriptions of Heinrich Oaken-Hull had me laughing out loud pretty hard - much to my girlfriend's confusion, and then worry. Anyways, I'm loving it to say the least.

EDIT #2: Uglius made me realize an important point earlier, but I forgot to mention it. When I said six skills, I should have said a maximum of six skills. The minimum will be one skill. This is mostly for the benefit of newcomers, and I will amend the first post, but for anyone wishing to make minor changes now is the time. ;)

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Post » Tue Sep 22, 2015 3:25 pm

Antisanta, I know it's potentially a pain in the ass, but would you be able to put all the accepted sheets into the OP of this OOC thread? Just so as a nice easy reference.

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Post » Wed Sep 23, 2015 12:05 am

That's a great idea actually. Not sure why I didn't do that already. I'll get on it! Also, from now on if there are important updates to the RP as a whole, they will be added into the OP, so make sure you check it every so often! :wink:

EDIT: Okay, got you guys added to the cast! When I get home from work, I will be doing a major revision of the OP because it has gotten pretty messy. I'll be streamlining it into sections so that anything I add will be easier to access. Again thanks to you all for your participation and feedback on how to make this better.

Hope to hear from you soon. :)

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Post » Tue Sep 22, 2015 7:30 pm

joining in a bit late (checked and approved by Antisanta

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Name : Elissandre (of Cadra, though she doesn’t use the title)

Race : Breton

Gender : female

Age : 27 (appears to be 22)

Appearance : Elissandre is a rather short but good looking redhead, her hair almost copper- colored, worn at shoulder length. She’s a little on the plump side as her lifestyle isn’t exactly driven to physical exertion. Her whole attire tends to be functional rather than fancy- stout brown leather walking boots, undyed suede trouser and linen tunic. It’s supplemented with a leather armor (cuirass, bracers and greaves), of somewhat imperial design and a stout hooded cloak of dull brown linen (with a grey lining of the same material, which let it to be turned inside out to better match the area). Thanks to her looks and a regular use of restoration magic she looks a bit younger than she is.
Her only visible piece of jewelery is a cheap copper signet ring, somewhat bulky for her fingers. She wears an arming belt with a sheathed dwemer shortsword, which an expert could identify as haling from the Hammerfell rather than Morrowind clans.

Personality : A relatively easygoing person, who takes pride and joy in the art of healing and tends to see the best in others. She’s not blindly trusting but is convinced that peoples tend to put forth the facet of their character you’re expecting of them. She has a clear appreciation for creature comforts, with a special soft spot for warm bathes, which she considers the truest hallmark of civilization. Which makes her somewhat lazy when she thinks she can get away with it and nobody needs help.

Birthsign : the Lady

Skills : Illusion, restoration, alchemy, short blades, medical, alteration

Inventory :
Leather cuirass, bracers and greaves.
Weapons : dwemer vampire blade (dwemer short sword, cast on strike absorb health and fatigue, not very powerful nor many charges)

Cadra signet ring - constant effect restore health and fatigue (at low levels, it makes for quick recovery and comes handy for a long travel, but it's effect will barely be noticed in combat). The gold-and-ruby signet is hidden with a bulky (and rather ugly) copper add-on.

Several restoration potions (fatigue, health and magicka, 3 of each), one fire shield potion
three Firestones (enchanted with fire damage, they can be used to cook, warm water or the like, they're tools rather than weapons)
Healer's kit (a leather tool bag with a selection of medical goodies for mundane healing – bandages, splinters, thread and needle, probes, scalpels, tweezers and the like. Also includes an apprentice quality mortar and pestle and several empty potion vials)

Background : Elissandre is the daughter of the now-defunct baron of Cadra, a minor breton domain and therefore the proud heiress to a smoking ruin, since the during the Empire’s crumbling domain was invaded by a neighboring baron and his mercenaries and her family killed. That was 14 years ago and she barely managed to flee. Her only heirlooms are her sword and ring, ancient relics of the Cadra barons.

She ran as far away as possible, going into hiding among the dregs of society, as the usurper paid various adventurers to find her. First with an eye to legitimate his usurpation by marriage, but later to extinguish her claim along with her life. She drifted increasingly eastward, learning the healer’s trade from a wandering hedge wizard (a former chapter house master, expelled for internal politics and questionable personal habits). He also schooled her in Illusion magics, a useful tool to keep trouble at bay.

Now arrived about as far east as she could get and having caught rumors of dubious characters looking for a redheaded breton woman she’s getting a bit desperate. This drove her to to take her chances with another rumor : an expedition to the several times accursed Vvardenfell. A place with such a repute that she may be able to fake not coming back from there, and hopefully earn enough goodwill from her skills keep the other participant’s mouths shut.

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sarah simon-rogaume
 
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Post » Tue Sep 22, 2015 10:18 am

Joined a little late, but just in time. I'll add you to the cast shortly.

By the way, I updated the OP in this thread to be much more elegant. Check it out from time to time to keep up on any updates! ;)

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Brian Newman
 
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Post » Tue Sep 22, 2015 10:00 pm

I should be home from work soon and am hoping to have my intro post on the RP up tonight. Wait for me before you set sail! ;)
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Post » Tue Sep 22, 2015 2:35 pm

Well at this point we probably wont be setting sail until Manu gets a post up. Once you get yours up though, I might make a post for the sake of a little character progression in the form of "getting to know each other," while we wait.

I think for now I will allow one more person (other than Manu) to join the party before it's officially "full." It's mostly for testing purposes, as I want to see how manageable a group of this size will be before allowing others to join. Opinions?

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Lizs
 
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Post » Wed Sep 23, 2015 12:27 am

It really depends on how much you feel you can GM in one go. We have seven at the moment, eight might be too much- or you might be able to handle it. We won't know until we do it.

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Post » Tue Sep 22, 2015 11:17 am

All the posts have made me excited, and all of the interactions with Oaken-Hull have made me laugh, this will be fun.

EDIT: Also, http://static-2.nexusmods.com/15/mods/101/images/5521-2-1219783998.jpg is Galendor's sword, it's an Ayleid design. The bow in http://static-1.nexusmods.com/15/mods/101/images/42799-1-1405860388.jpg image is his bow.

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