Heres my peasant, made him quick, really just a space filler because I know most people aren't interested in being peasants
Information::
Name: Sellion Gaien
NickName: Sell
Race: Imperial
Age: 34
Gender Male

Class: Peasant
Skills: *Manual Labor *Crafting *Farming Cooking Blade


Appearance::
Eyes:: Blue
Build:: average
Weight:: 186
Height:: 6'
general appaerance: Short brown hair, generic looks


Weapons: rusty iron dagger

Armor/clothing: Commoners Brown pants shirt and shoes

Mentality: Just wants to get work done

Misc gear: Various tools


Bio: Grew up in small village, came to settlement as another place to work

IC: Sell occupies himself planting the seeds in the field

raggi gathers his gear together and heads for the warehouse. He sees a bedroll with a pile of stuff next to it including bread and sets to work. Hmm now what were those herbs and mushrooms that make people stronger? He delves into his supplies.

Well now, these local ones are quite tasty and seem to have a similar sort of effect ... adds a special brew of his own devising to some fat and makes a little gravy by heating his pan with a few of his str a quarter fireballs - about all he can manage with that spell but enough of them are great for cooking. Happy, strong workers, that's the way to do it.

So he stirs in the ingredients fo rth egravy with a touck of salt and soon he has the venison softening, then adds the mushrooms and scoops th eeats onto a large plate. Then at the last dips one side of each bit of bread into the enriched gravy until it is all absorbed and heating the pan a bit more lightly browns them.

Oops ... they won't mind a round frying-pan shaped mark on the floor will they? No, not after they eat some of this.

And putting aside the strongest part of the batch for that jumpy guard, carries the snacks, plates and cutlery out to the busy workers ...

Genesis smiles right back. "Sure thing, let me just get up there quickly" He hoisted himself up on one of the support beams, and with an athletic twist launched himself, landing lightly on one of the cross-beams. Steadying himself, he turned to the others. "Let's get this one done - I've got some plans for fortifications and entrance setups, if you're willing to take a look, Ikarion?" Suddenly he lifted his head, sniffing the air. "Mmm, smells like Raggi is done with those snacks!"

raggi carefully manoeuvers out of the warehouse, a pile of plates in one hand with a large platter atop them piled with snacks and cutlery and a mat over one arm. He spreads the mat out in the center of the settlement clearing, lays the fixings out on it , grabs a plate for himself and the guard - with the guard's extra-strong happiness snack on it and calls out in clear tones - snacks anyone?

Then he seeks out the guard to deliver his treat.

This is what hope to be my character:

Information:: I want this character to be Raggi's apprentice.
Name:Dynter
NickName:No Nickname
Race: altmer
Age: 50(Looks 15)
Gender: Male.

Class: Mage apprentice
Skills: *Dectruction* Alteration* Mysticism* conjuration. Alchemy. Mercantile.

Appearance:: Tall high elf with oiled back satin blonde hair
Eyes:: Brown
Build:: Weak
Weight:: Thin
Height:: Tall
general appaerance: A weak and thin altmer that towers over most non-altmer


Weapons: Steel Dagger

Armor/clothing: Robes

Mentality: He seeks power and will use many methods to get it.

Misc gear: 100 gold.


Bio: An orphan, he never knew his parents. He learned how to use magick at an early age and used to survive until he was 20. Then he met a mage, who thought him for another 29 years. They traveled alot and during one journey, Dynter woke to find that the mage was gone. He wandered around the countryside until he came upon the settlement. Where he became Raggi's Apprentice.


Is it okay with you if he can be yuor apprentice 1999?

Dynter Sat on a log watching the other people in the settlement making a building. He was fairly bored. Not much to do 'round here. He decided to head out into the forest and hunt some deer. Walking past the fence into the forest, he scanned the area with a detect life spell. He spotted 2 deers. A doe and a stag. A quick flurrie of small fireballs and they were both dead. He picked up the corpses with a telekenises spell and wandered back to the settlement. The forset around the settlement was a wild and bueatiful place. Filled with animals. He often wandered through the forests, finding clearings and spots around the woods. More then once he had run into a bear. They weren't uncommon in these woods, but none of them attacked.

He entered the warehouse and dropped the corpses there. "Let someone else handle them" He muttered and walked out.


OOC: What time is it in-story?

Erik was grateful for the Venison the peasant gave him. He horked the slab of grilled meat down his throat, stopping to rip some parts to smaller pieces with his long razor sharp teeth, he groaned with delight as his stomach digested the food. Occasionally he looked around the settlement, it seemed most of the denizens were helping Ikarion, placing wooden scaffolds down so that they could begin construction of the Smithy. That wasn't what caught his attention, what caught it was an Altmer boy, carrying two freshly killed deer. But he wasn't carrying them over his shoulders, or in his arms, they were floating. Directly in front of the boy. What on earth... The boy headed to one of the warehouses and vanished into it.

Erik rubbed his eyes, did he see what he thought he just saw? He shook his head, and turned back to the wilderness, trying his best not to think of it before it gave him a headache. Only one more hour to go before my shift ends...

Dynter exited the warehouse and walked up to one of the guards. Erik, he thought his name was. "Is there any way i can help?" Dynter asked. Noticing the meal infront of Erik. He said "And when i say can i help, i mean can i help myself to some of that delicous venison!" He grabbed some of the venison and ran off.

OOC:spider pig your new so i wont penalize you. but when you kill something or are looking for something I tell you what you find. ok?

IC:Ikarion watched the smaller dunmer scale the roof and he began to talk of fortifications.

"Well Genisis me you and Erik are the only fighters here. I guess i could train the hedge mages in Destruction and conjuration. But for all the traps we set we are still undermaned. Ikarion suddenly looks to the south-east. "Long-Bow go check over there." Ikarion says pointing to the South-east be careful,And if it is an enemy do not engage,come back and report to me." Ikarion said quitely his Assertive Combat toned voice taking over for a minute. Ikarion noded and steped over to where the food was waiting. Grabing a bowl of it he ate it hungrily. Ikarion took a step back and grinned. he loved how far along his little settlement was going.

OOC: Ok, i won't kill anythig without yuor permission, but i don't think that 2 deer are that important to the story line


IC: Calendras approached Ikarion and licked his lips. That venison had been delicous. "I couldn't help but overhearing," He said, "That you plan to teach us Wizards in destruction but the thing is...we already know a lot about destruction, so i don't see how you are going to teach us." He smiled.

OOC: its ok to kill what ever you want,what i mean is you would say He would go looking for animals to hunt. and i would say what you find.


IC: Ikarion frowned at the boy "You may know alot, But I was an Imperial battlemage. Im sure my training and experince is anything that your self training could make. Im simply stating that I could help you. Ikarion focused on a tree and without lifting his hand or speaking a pine tree a hundred yards away burst into flames. "There are little tricks I can teach you."

OOC: How can you steal something, that my guy already ate?

Dynter suddenly realised that the venison he ate was imaginary. Suddenly, he left very, very hungry.


OOC: Reason for Edit: I'm part of two rps now. I called this character the name the other hcaracter goes by. sorry.

OOC - would be nice if you guys or the master of this RP decided if my spells actually work and how. I've tried to word my posts the way I have for that reason.

IC raggi hears the altmer claiming he is a formidable master of destruction - and uses chameleon to hid the fact that he is laughing his head off. 'Who is this altmer anyways? I've only just arrived' he thinks 'and the boy claims he knows what I can do'.

He masters himself and wanders over to the discussion and says aloud ... 'I would be most happy to learn whatever you can teach me sera - I really have only the barest knowledge of destruction and as for this boy - I know not who he is (having just arrived here) nor to whom he refers - but I noted that he is quite skilled with telekinesis - a spell I have utmost dificulty with and so he might be most useful in thatching the roof being of light build with a long frame and arms.

He offers the boy some of his alchemically improved venison and mushroom snacks as the poor thing looks to be starving and considers what it must be like to be such a good hunter, but unable to cook a meal.

"Sure" Said Dynter. "I'll help with the roof, what do you want me to do?" He took Raggi's food and ate one of the mushrooms but put the rest in his pouch. "I'm moderatly good with desturction," he said "I can create small fireballs and can do most practical tasks with fire. I know a little bit of frost. so i mgiht be able to freeze some of our meat to preserve it. I, as you have seen, can also do quite a bit with telekenisis. I can also dectect life. Conjure up qa scamp and thats about it"

"Though I'm sure you'll train me in some of the skills you know, Muthsera Raggi" He smiled. "and you too Ikarian. I'm willing to be trained as an apprentice"

OOC:sorry you can control your own spells (In combat its PvP style.) but with mundane tasks you decide for yourself if the spell works(be realistic, take in skill,how tired you are,position etc.)

IC:
Ikarion grinned to the Altmer. "You can call me Boss." Ikarion looked at the boy askance. "how did you know my name anyways?" Ikarion frowned at the boy. "Anyways, the smithy will be done by tomarrow but as the sun is setting we should really finish up with the frame." Ikarion knew the one guard he had on pay wouldnt be sufficient to guard the entire compound. Using his deep voice he spoke. "Who among us is up for guard duty?" Ikarion grinned.

Ajia frowned as she swept the main house. Knowing that soon the men woul come in and they would make a mess of everything, then Pinch her bottom and all matter of shananagins.(xD) Ajia looked about the laarge room. Then humming she walked off into the kitchen.

Twenty more minutes... Erik shuffled, it was cold outside, and he literally wanted to throw himself into the fire when his shift was over. He tapped his foot rhythmically on the ground, and hummed to himself boringly. Jamel would be out soon to relieve him, and Ikarion would probably want him to help out with the wood. He sighed loudly, and stretched his back, after hearing a satisfying crack, he slumped back against the post.

The Twenty minutes were up, Erik had half the mind of just leaving his post, but Jamel had specifically told him to wait for her to relieve him. He wasn't used to this 'guarding' business, he sighed once more and waited.

(OOC Sorry I'm late)

Jamel strolled in from the woods. She looked around. "What? A girl's not allowed to walk though the woods?" She walked over to relieve Erik. "Just an innocent walk through the woods, that was all." She shook his hand and took his spot as was custom. "Just a walk though the woods", she mumbled to herself. Setting her axe down, she did what she had always done best. She watched. The smithy was closer to finished than it had been. It would be real nice to have another fire prone building. That would be fun. Rolling her eyes she lit her pipe and relaxed a little.

(A pipe, not a crack pipe, bong, or anything of the PVC variety.)

Ikarion walked around the settlment. it was now well into the night. Most of the settlment's people were in bed. he kept his hand on the pommel of his sword as he walked about. "All is is quite." he said grinning.

Colinion was in his bed but he could not sleep. He deciedes to get up and take a stroll. He was almost out the door when he realized he almost forgot his bow. He grabbed it and his arrows, but didn't bother getting dressed, he thought just his pants would be fine. He ducked his head as he walked out the door and instantly changed his mind.

Where are we, Skyrim?

He decided he was warm enough so went outside anyways to take a midnight stroll through the woods, and practice some archery. He was definetly quite proud of his skills and wanted to make sure they stay great so he could flaunt them at any chance. He never grew tired that night and he remained awake all night shooting.

Dynter looked at Ikarion. "Actually, I think I'll call you Ikarion." He said. Dynter then wandered off to find a bed to sleep in.

When Dynter found himself awoken early in the morning with a small bag of gold he was tossed out of the settlement. Ikarion smiled down at the boy. "I prefer Boss,and since you wont respect me and my settlment you can find lodgings elsewhere.

Raggi isn't quite ready to hunker down with a bunch of people he's just met and he doesn't want to go soft ... besides his own equipment is fine for a nice moons-lit night like this. So while the others troop indoors he sets up his camp at the side of the new forge - reasoning that it will provide residual heat when it's working - and besides there are aspects of enchanting that make use of the finer implements of a forge, so he may as well make himself part of it.

He sniffs the wind and looks at the skies and plants, decides it's not going to rain

Taking out a couple of pegs from his packs, using the good stuff he made from those plants he traded with the young Khajiit he glues one end of each to the south side of the forge - well away from the place the kiln will be and snaps the free ends onto his rain shelter which he digs firmly into the sod. spreads his ground sheet under it and his pack on that and goes looking for some nice evergreen foliage, small stones and rocks.

Cutting a number of suitable branches with his little hand axe he drags them back to his shelter and then collects the stones and various rocks that he has noted. He digs a hole for each branch and pours in a little water from the troughs, adding some kitchen scraps that he shreds with one of his fletching knives, trims the bases suitably and sprinkles them with rooting powder. Then he firmly plants them along the sides of his new home and piles in some of the rocks and small stones, firmly treading them down. Tomorrow he decides he will find somethng suitable to life himself off the ground so that he does not get flooded when it rains.

So he settles down in the center of his baggage to clean, oil and sharpen the tools he has used and then digs a firepit before his shelter, lines it with the remainder of the smaller rocks and filliing the gaps with stones and places a larger slab of rock one over it. He makes one more journey to select a variety of deadwood and grasses and places them inside his shelter around the outside of his packs and thence to sleep.

As people come and go he wakes from his light slumbers noting their movements and the gear they carry. The rustle of the leaves in the trees and the movements and cries of the small creatures of the land and the sky. Before the first light of dawn he stretches the sleep from his limbs and stringing his bow trundles off to gather the fresh mushrooms as they pop up from the sod, and seasonal herbs, berries and tubers that he comes upon and maybe pot something fresh.

He spots a buck rabbit sniffing the early morning air and casting chameleon to cover his movments strings and arrow and lets fly.

Then he returns to his shelter where the dried grasses he has dried overnight will do just fine as kindling, and the fragrant deadwood will add flavour to the rabbit he will hang and slowly smoke on a spit once he has skinned it. And the fire will also be useful to heat up some more venison and a couple of pieces of bread to eat with some of the mushrooms. Most of th emushrooms he can add to the warehuose stores for the day's meals. He's not going to rely on the others until he knows who they are and especially whether they can cook.

Arriving back he sees the boss and the pushy elf boy are at loggerheads - so settles back against a tree chews on a tuber and waits while they sort themselves out.

Dynter, sour that he had been kicked out, sneaked near the warehouse and using magicka, he set it on fire. He then walked off into the forest, leaving the members of the settlement to put it out.


OOC: I'm leaving the RP, seeing as the whole thing seems to be some kind of powertrip for the OP.

(OOC: WTF dude, you are to encourage RPers not kick them out.)

Jamel woke to the smell of flames. Running from the building she turned to see Dynter walking away. Grabbing the pale from beside the stables she began to put out the flames as fast as possible.

(Thanks a lot both of you. I have nowhere to sleep now. What happens if the next guy you kick out decides to burn the bloody manor. I'll bet you'll care then.)