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background: A new listener has been chosen by the night mother, This listener has had no previous experience with the dark brotherhood, and this is his first time doing anything besides learning from the black hand. (for more view GM character sheet).
And now After five years of training from the speakers, he has learned everything he needs to know, And the night mother has given him a job, not to tell the speakers but for him alone, be begin a new sanctuary where the "mansion party murder in Skingrad" Toke place. (Play oblivion dark brotherhood quests for more information) And now that the sanctuary is complete the only thing needed is the recruits, and the night mother has named a few for him to get started with...(accepted sheets)
Sawyer the Mindspeaker....
Spoiler
Name: Sam Servius (or "Sawyer)
Age: 22
Appearance: Sam stands at about 5'11 and has lanky, non muscled limbs. The Breton's waist is extremely skinny, matching the rest of his body.
Sam is obviously not made for combat and is not ashamed of it, saying that steel is an inferior tool to the mind. On top of his head Sam sports a mane of dark gold, messy hair. His eyes radiate green and are set far apart, giving him a ponderous look. His jaw is well defined and
square, uncoated by facial hair. Sam's ears stick out a little to far and hold back his hair. Overall the Breton can be described as attractive by human and elven races, using this to his advantage.
Race: 90 percent Breton, 10 percent High Elf.
Birth sign: The Mage
Class: (Custom) Mindspeaker
Abilities/Skills: Illusion (Master, the rest aren't used much), Unarmed, Speech, Agility, unarmored, Violin (just for the fun of it).
Armor/clothing: Asortment of civilian clothes,
always paired with a light brown leather long coat, complete with a cowl.
Weapons: small bone handle dirk, scissor at times. (Ancient bladed gauntlet.)
Misc: multiple healing salves, poisoned needles (from a sea urchin, coated with various poisons), hair dye, various different extra clothes for disguises, brass bracket on left wrist.
Special: Intense understanding of the mind, more than gameplay allows (just a warning). The rest is to be decided.
Bio: Sam was born into a rich Breton family in Skingrad. The family made fine "Servius' Secret" wine, a moderately popular wine throughout Tamriel. The young Breton grew up in a nice household with a loving mother, father, and three sisters. From an early age Sam received extensive schooling in all subjects, however the boy cared nothing about his studies, usually getting into all sorts of trouble. Early on Sam's father discovered his sons aptitude in the school of Illusion. Excited that his son could be something (because he was uninterested in his studies) his father sent Sam off to the Imperial City to be privately mentored by an old High Elf.
So the boy set off on a carriage against his will at the age of nine on a rickety old carriage. The Breton nothing with him but some clothes, a bank account in his name provided by his father, and his mothers bracelet. The boy immediately took a disliking to his new ancient high elf mentor. The man was cranky and cold, caring only about increasing his own knowledge in Illusion and earning Mr. Servius' money. Sam's knowledge slowley increased with the aid of his mentor and by the age of 17 he had become par with most wizards three or four times his age. This however was when Sam started to divulge from his past. Just like any other teenager with a large amount of money Sam spent it... All. Hurting on money the Illusionist searched for a way to make some profit before his mentor kicked him out of his home at the age of 18.
So the young man started doing the only real way to make money fast, stealing. So the Breton stole, and stole... And stole. He did this with increasing success, sometimes simply pressing thoughts of urinating into guards minds so he could take the goods the guarded. But just like everyone else his luck eventually ran out. On one particular heist the Breton, now 19, went after his hardest mark ever, his master. Sam entered the building that was once his house, intent on stealing his masters amulet, an amulet that never left his neck. The Breton avenged the stairs to his masters sleeping quarters and entered, not worried about guards that he knew didn't exist. Sam slowley opened the door and crept inside, not making a noise, drifting towards his mentors bed. The old elf was there, slumbering peacefully, gentely snoring. Sam's hands reached for the amulet, fingertips lifting the chains up off of his neck. The amulet was almost off of his head when the elf awoke, eyes shooting open.
The ancient master immediately assaulted Sam. However this assault was not of the blade, the hand, or even the flame, it was of the mind. The elf forced overwhelming thoughts of death and suffering into Sam's mind, petrifying him. However Sam was trained by this very man in these very skills. Sam pushed back, apprentice against master, their minds battling, intertwining. But Sam was not strong enough, he did not have the hundreds of years of practice that the elf did and quickly knew he could not win.
So the Breton did something unexpected, he punched the elf, then again, and again, and again. He beat his face until it was nothing but a pile of mush, continuing without emotion, killing the man that he had spent the last 10 years with. When the deed was done Sam ran, forgetting the amulet. He ran for three years, never staying in one place for two long, stealing, killing, and drinking to stay alive and sane.
Age: 22
Appearance: Sam stands at about 5'11 and has lanky, non muscled limbs. The Breton's waist is extremely skinny, matching the rest of his body.
Sam is obviously not made for combat and is not ashamed of it, saying that steel is an inferior tool to the mind. On top of his head Sam sports a mane of dark gold, messy hair. His eyes radiate green and are set far apart, giving him a ponderous look. His jaw is well defined and
square, uncoated by facial hair. Sam's ears stick out a little to far and hold back his hair. Overall the Breton can be described as attractive by human and elven races, using this to his advantage.
Race: 90 percent Breton, 10 percent High Elf.
Birth sign: The Mage
Class: (Custom) Mindspeaker
Abilities/Skills: Illusion (Master, the rest aren't used much), Unarmed, Speech, Agility, unarmored, Violin (just for the fun of it).
Armor/clothing: Asortment of civilian clothes,
always paired with a light brown leather long coat, complete with a cowl.
Weapons: small bone handle dirk, scissor at times. (Ancient bladed gauntlet.)
Misc: multiple healing salves, poisoned needles (from a sea urchin, coated with various poisons), hair dye, various different extra clothes for disguises, brass bracket on left wrist.
Special: Intense understanding of the mind, more than gameplay allows (just a warning). The rest is to be decided.
Bio: Sam was born into a rich Breton family in Skingrad. The family made fine "Servius' Secret" wine, a moderately popular wine throughout Tamriel. The young Breton grew up in a nice household with a loving mother, father, and three sisters. From an early age Sam received extensive schooling in all subjects, however the boy cared nothing about his studies, usually getting into all sorts of trouble. Early on Sam's father discovered his sons aptitude in the school of Illusion. Excited that his son could be something (because he was uninterested in his studies) his father sent Sam off to the Imperial City to be privately mentored by an old High Elf.
So the boy set off on a carriage against his will at the age of nine on a rickety old carriage. The Breton nothing with him but some clothes, a bank account in his name provided by his father, and his mothers bracelet. The boy immediately took a disliking to his new ancient high elf mentor. The man was cranky and cold, caring only about increasing his own knowledge in Illusion and earning Mr. Servius' money. Sam's knowledge slowley increased with the aid of his mentor and by the age of 17 he had become par with most wizards three or four times his age. This however was when Sam started to divulge from his past. Just like any other teenager with a large amount of money Sam spent it... All. Hurting on money the Illusionist searched for a way to make some profit before his mentor kicked him out of his home at the age of 18.
So the young man started doing the only real way to make money fast, stealing. So the Breton stole, and stole... And stole. He did this with increasing success, sometimes simply pressing thoughts of urinating into guards minds so he could take the goods the guarded. But just like everyone else his luck eventually ran out. On one particular heist the Breton, now 19, went after his hardest mark ever, his master. Sam entered the building that was once his house, intent on stealing his masters amulet, an amulet that never left his neck. The Breton avenged the stairs to his masters sleeping quarters and entered, not worried about guards that he knew didn't exist. Sam slowley opened the door and crept inside, not making a noise, drifting towards his mentors bed. The old elf was there, slumbering peacefully, gentely snoring. Sam's hands reached for the amulet, fingertips lifting the chains up off of his neck. The amulet was almost off of his head when the elf awoke, eyes shooting open.
The ancient master immediately assaulted Sam. However this assault was not of the blade, the hand, or even the flame, it was of the mind. The elf forced overwhelming thoughts of death and suffering into Sam's mind, petrifying him. However Sam was trained by this very man in these very skills. Sam pushed back, apprentice against master, their minds battling, intertwining. But Sam was not strong enough, he did not have the hundreds of years of practice that the elf did and quickly knew he could not win.
So the Breton did something unexpected, he punched the elf, then again, and again, and again. He beat his face until it was nothing but a pile of mush, continuing without emotion, killing the man that he had spent the last 10 years with. When the deed was done Sam ran, forgetting the amulet. He ran for three years, never staying in one place for two long, stealing, killing, and drinking to stay alive and sane.
Volathine the Vampire...
Spoiler
Name: Volathine Ineron
Race: Altmer (High Elf) / Vampire
Age: 952
Appearance:( Ignore the armor ) He has a smooth face, with two long black tattooed streaks going down his face from his eyes, which, when angered, may glow red. normally, however, his eyes are a bright green. His default expression is a look of condescending boredom. His long black hair is kept swept back, and somehow manages to stay nearly immaculate most of the time, though whether this is accomplished magically is anyone's guess. He is very tall, being a high elf and all, at around 6'8". His build is very thin, though if pressed he could muster up some strength. Still, he won't be beating many people in arm wrestling.
Birthsign: The Mage
Class: Stealth Mage (Not feeling creative enough to come up with a good one atm)
Abilities: Illusion (Master), Destruction (Expert: Only uses Lightning spells), Conjuration (Expert: able to summon a familiar, a flame atronach, or a bound sword: doesnt bother with anything else), One handed (with his bound sword, could not effectively use many other weapons), Sneak.
As both an Altmer and a vampire, Volathine is very susceptible to fire, and will often recoil from it out of self-preservation.
Misc. Items: wears a silver pendant inlaid with a blood red soul gem. No special properties. An enchanted flask, which keeps any liquid stored in it fresh for much longer. Currently filled with blood.
Armor: None. wears Black robes, and wears the hood during the rare times when he's forced to travel by day. He covers his hands with a pair of black gloves, inlaid with silver threads.
Personality: On the surface, and for a very long way down, Volathine is, well... a smug, arrogant, snarky, and rude person. In short, a typical altmer. Always ready with a demeaning comment or comeback, he enjoys getting under people's skin. He rarely lets emotions other than boredom, contempt, or amusemant slide through his demeanor. He rarely deems someone his friend, though if it happens, one will notice a slight change in his attitude towards them. slightly. He respects those who are clever, and mocks those who think physical strength is all that matters.
As for other races, he differs slightly in his views from most Altmer. He doesn't feel particularly malevolent towards any of the other races of Tamriel, having seen that each are capable of being just as stupid. Even his own race. On a side note, he absolutely despises the Thalmor, believing they are the embodiment of all the worst traits of his people. It doesn't help that many assume he is one due to his smug attitude.
Bio: Born in a small island in the Summerset Province to a wealthy family, Volathine enjoyed a privileged early life. though at a very young age, in an event he himself barely remembers, he stumbled onto a vampire and was attacked. He survived, in a way. Infected with the Vampire disease, he has wandered through the provinces over the years, staying in towns, crypts, and even the dens of other vampires when he could find them. Over the years, he learned much about magic, his natural talent proving itself. He learned to control his hunger, and trusted himself to stay in towns more, blending in with various societies. Until one day in Skyrim, where a reformed Dawnguard caught wind of his presence in a small Skyrim village. Three of them had him cornered, and he offered to just walk out of town and be on his way, but they refused. With a sigh, he raised his hands, lightning crackling around his fingers.
When all three were disposed of, the whole town watching, he announced his intentions to leave, and if anyone wanted to try to stop him, they were welcome to try. None volunteered. He is currently in an abandoned crypt, attempting to lay low for a bit.
Race: Altmer (High Elf) / Vampire
Age: 952
Appearance:( Ignore the armor ) He has a smooth face, with two long black tattooed streaks going down his face from his eyes, which, when angered, may glow red. normally, however, his eyes are a bright green. His default expression is a look of condescending boredom. His long black hair is kept swept back, and somehow manages to stay nearly immaculate most of the time, though whether this is accomplished magically is anyone's guess. He is very tall, being a high elf and all, at around 6'8". His build is very thin, though if pressed he could muster up some strength. Still, he won't be beating many people in arm wrestling.
Birthsign: The Mage
Class: Stealth Mage (Not feeling creative enough to come up with a good one atm)
Abilities: Illusion (Master), Destruction (Expert: Only uses Lightning spells), Conjuration (Expert: able to summon a familiar, a flame atronach, or a bound sword: doesnt bother with anything else), One handed (with his bound sword, could not effectively use many other weapons), Sneak.
As both an Altmer and a vampire, Volathine is very susceptible to fire, and will often recoil from it out of self-preservation.
Misc. Items: wears a silver pendant inlaid with a blood red soul gem. No special properties. An enchanted flask, which keeps any liquid stored in it fresh for much longer. Currently filled with blood.
Armor: None. wears Black robes, and wears the hood during the rare times when he's forced to travel by day. He covers his hands with a pair of black gloves, inlaid with silver threads.
Personality: On the surface, and for a very long way down, Volathine is, well... a smug, arrogant, snarky, and rude person. In short, a typical altmer. Always ready with a demeaning comment or comeback, he enjoys getting under people's skin. He rarely lets emotions other than boredom, contempt, or amusemant slide through his demeanor. He rarely deems someone his friend, though if it happens, one will notice a slight change in his attitude towards them. slightly. He respects those who are clever, and mocks those who think physical strength is all that matters.
As for other races, he differs slightly in his views from most Altmer. He doesn't feel particularly malevolent towards any of the other races of Tamriel, having seen that each are capable of being just as stupid. Even his own race. On a side note, he absolutely despises the Thalmor, believing they are the embodiment of all the worst traits of his people. It doesn't help that many assume he is one due to his smug attitude.
Bio: Born in a small island in the Summerset Province to a wealthy family, Volathine enjoyed a privileged early life. though at a very young age, in an event he himself barely remembers, he stumbled onto a vampire and was attacked. He survived, in a way. Infected with the Vampire disease, he has wandered through the provinces over the years, staying in towns, crypts, and even the dens of other vampires when he could find them. Over the years, he learned much about magic, his natural talent proving itself. He learned to control his hunger, and trusted himself to stay in towns more, blending in with various societies. Until one day in Skyrim, where a reformed Dawnguard caught wind of his presence in a small Skyrim village. Three of them had him cornered, and he offered to just walk out of town and be on his way, but they refused. With a sigh, he raised his hands, lightning crackling around his fingers.
When all three were disposed of, the whole town watching, he announced his intentions to leave, and if anyone wanted to try to stop him, they were welcome to try. None volunteered. He is currently in an abandoned crypt, attempting to lay low for a bit.
Halon the Mage....
Spoiler
Name: Arcteron (Known publicly as Halon)
Age: 380 (Appears about 40)
Appearance(includes height): Average height for a high elf. Golden skin, eyes, and hair. His golden hair is about shoulder length. He has a gaunt, clever face and sharp, cunning eyes.
Race: Altmer
Birth sign: The Atronach
Class(how you would describe it): Mastermind. He is a great planner and an knowledgable mage.
Abilities list: Skilled in Destruction, Alteration, Illusion, and Sneak. He is also skilled with a dagger.
Armor (before joining the brotherhood): None; wears fine clothing or Thalmor Robes.
misc items (jewelry or tattoos or scars): Expensive gold ring and amulet.
anything special we should know: Not that I can think of.
character bio(don't include your characters recruitment, I intend to recruit everyone personally):
Arcteron was a Thalmor Justiciar during the time of the Dragonborn. (I am right that this is after Skyrim, right?) He was known for his harsh treatments of Talos worshippers and his unusual methods of sniffing them out.
He discovered that a master of Illusion living in Skyrim was a suspected Talos worshipper. Since he had no evidence, he decided to go undercover and become the man's apprentice. After a few days, Arcteron found proof of this man's worship, and confronted him.
His master, knowing of the extreme punishments used by the Thalmor and not wishing to be caught, tormented Arcteron's mind with Illusion. He tormented Arcteron's mind with the most profound magic he knew for a few minutes, and Sheogorath did the rest. That day, Arcteron lost his sanity.
The Illusionist ended up escaping and Arcteron failed. The thought of his failure tormented him even more. That was when he started murdering people.
First it was an old man in Morthal that Arcteron planted evidence on. Then he poisoned a beggar in Markarth. After that, meticulously murdered a family, then sunk the boat they were on to cover his tracks. Finally, he was caught while trying to kill a drunk in Whiterun. He fled and kept running, and made his way south to Cyrodiil, where he changed his name to Halon and bought a small cottage in Bravil.
Age: 380 (Appears about 40)
Appearance(includes height): Average height for a high elf. Golden skin, eyes, and hair. His golden hair is about shoulder length. He has a gaunt, clever face and sharp, cunning eyes.
Race: Altmer
Birth sign: The Atronach
Class(how you would describe it): Mastermind. He is a great planner and an knowledgable mage.
Abilities list: Skilled in Destruction, Alteration, Illusion, and Sneak. He is also skilled with a dagger.
Armor (before joining the brotherhood): None; wears fine clothing or Thalmor Robes.
misc items (jewelry or tattoos or scars): Expensive gold ring and amulet.
anything special we should know: Not that I can think of.
character bio(don't include your characters recruitment, I intend to recruit everyone personally):
Arcteron was a Thalmor Justiciar during the time of the Dragonborn. (I am right that this is after Skyrim, right?) He was known for his harsh treatments of Talos worshippers and his unusual methods of sniffing them out.
He discovered that a master of Illusion living in Skyrim was a suspected Talos worshipper. Since he had no evidence, he decided to go undercover and become the man's apprentice. After a few days, Arcteron found proof of this man's worship, and confronted him.
His master, knowing of the extreme punishments used by the Thalmor and not wishing to be caught, tormented Arcteron's mind with Illusion. He tormented Arcteron's mind with the most profound magic he knew for a few minutes, and Sheogorath did the rest. That day, Arcteron lost his sanity.
The Illusionist ended up escaping and Arcteron failed. The thought of his failure tormented him even more. That was when he started murdering people.
First it was an old man in Morthal that Arcteron planted evidence on. Then he poisoned a beggar in Markarth. After that, meticulously murdered a family, then sunk the boat they were on to cover his tracks. Finally, he was caught while trying to kill a drunk in Whiterun. He fled and kept running, and made his way south to Cyrodiil, where he changed his name to Halon and bought a small cottage in Bravil.
Aeron the Marksman.....
Spoiler
Name: Aeron
Race: Bosmer
Age: 121 (Looks 24)
Appearance: 5'7 Aeron holds a small nimble frame, typical of a Bosmer. He keeps his light brown hair tied back, keeping it away from his tanned face. Emerald green eyes, that are little more than small slits, are usually the last thing people see, if nothing at all. His elven features are quite prominent, his eyes spread out.
Birthsign: The Thief
Class: Blood Thief
Skills: Blade, Sneak, Marksman, Pickpocket, Acrobatics, Athletics, Security
Armour: Aeron wore a simple green shirt and torn pants, hiding a leather satchel for storing stolen items. On more dangerous heists, the young Bosmer wore leather armour, allowing room for his equpiment.
Misc: A Steel Dagger and occasionally a bow, if it's required. Lockpicks.
Bio: Aeron grew up in the slums of the Imperial City and quickly fell in with the Thieves' Guild. Growing up, his rank grew up too, but he was constantly frowned upon by his conduct during heists. If, when he deemed neccessary, he had no qualms in killing those who opposed him. Marks, witnesses, it didn't matter. The thing that his elders worried about was that he seemed to take great pleasure in commiting these vile acts. Eventually, a heist was botched due to a death Aeron caused and he was exiled from the guild. Despite this, the Wood Elf carried on stealing and selling to the few independant fences, but he was ratted out by his former guildmates. Fleeing the city, Aeron is trying to keep a low profile in Bravil.
Race: Bosmer
Age: 121 (Looks 24)
Appearance: 5'7 Aeron holds a small nimble frame, typical of a Bosmer. He keeps his light brown hair tied back, keeping it away from his tanned face. Emerald green eyes, that are little more than small slits, are usually the last thing people see, if nothing at all. His elven features are quite prominent, his eyes spread out.
Birthsign: The Thief
Class: Blood Thief
Skills: Blade, Sneak, Marksman, Pickpocket, Acrobatics, Athletics, Security
Armour: Aeron wore a simple green shirt and torn pants, hiding a leather satchel for storing stolen items. On more dangerous heists, the young Bosmer wore leather armour, allowing room for his equpiment.
Misc: A Steel Dagger and occasionally a bow, if it's required. Lockpicks.
Bio: Aeron grew up in the slums of the Imperial City and quickly fell in with the Thieves' Guild. Growing up, his rank grew up too, but he was constantly frowned upon by his conduct during heists. If, when he deemed neccessary, he had no qualms in killing those who opposed him. Marks, witnesses, it didn't matter. The thing that his elders worried about was that he seemed to take great pleasure in commiting these vile acts. Eventually, a heist was botched due to a death Aeron caused and he was exiled from the guild. Despite this, the Wood Elf carried on stealing and selling to the few independant fences, but he was ratted out by his former guildmates. Fleeing the city, Aeron is trying to keep a low profile in Bravil.
Mottiere the Spearman...
Spoiler
Name: Mottiere Siccus
Race: Breton with small traces of an Imperial Bloodline
Age: 30
Height: 5ft 7in
Appearance: http://www.screwatta...nter_RENDER.jpg but with longer hair and a thicker beard
Birth sign: The Steed
Class: Spearmen
Combat Skills: Mottiere uses a unique blend of stealth and spear to engage his foes
Non Combat Skills: He is a fast runner, but he doesn’t have any real armor on him
Weapons: A Spear made of darkened steel, and a small dagger that he uses only when he doesn’t have his spear on him… a very rare event.
Armor: http://www.screwatta...nter_RENDER.jpg
misc items: One scroll of teleportation
anything special we should know: Refuses to use anything but healing magic, he believes it ruins the fun of the hunt, uses spears as a tool for sneaking…
History: Mottiere found himself on the run after a… misunderstanding in Bruma. He found himself killing for the joy of the hunt even though he was considered the hunted, but soon his actions were observed by forces unknown to him…
Race: Breton with small traces of an Imperial Bloodline
Age: 30
Height: 5ft 7in
Appearance: http://www.screwatta...nter_RENDER.jpg but with longer hair and a thicker beard
Birth sign: The Steed
Class: Spearmen
Combat Skills: Mottiere uses a unique blend of stealth and spear to engage his foes
Non Combat Skills: He is a fast runner, but he doesn’t have any real armor on him
Weapons: A Spear made of darkened steel, and a small dagger that he uses only when he doesn’t have his spear on him… a very rare event.
Armor: http://www.screwatta...nter_RENDER.jpg
misc items: One scroll of teleportation
anything special we should know: Refuses to use anything but healing magic, he believes it ruins the fun of the hunt, uses spears as a tool for sneaking…
History: Mottiere found himself on the run after a… misunderstanding in Bruma. He found himself killing for the joy of the hunt even though he was considered the hunted, but soon his actions were observed by forces unknown to him…
Avenince(Boss) the Listener (my personal character)
Spoiler
Name: Avenince Amour goes by "boss"
Age: 35
Appearance(includes height): much taller than normal imperials about 6'9, muscular but not body builder muscular, just fit, not skinny or fat
but muscular or fit, black hair, paler skin than normal but it isn't abnormally pale, his eyes were at one point blue but over time have turned black(not the entire eye)
Race: Imperial
Birth sign: the shadow
Class(how you would describe it): scout
Abilities list: unarmed skill, would prefer to fight and block with his hands rather than with a weapon
but carries a interesting dagger just for looks, stealthy as all assassins should be, but it inst a naturally born skill
he learned it over time of being in the brotherhood, it is entirely possible for one of the newer members to out-sneak him.
Armor (before joining the brotherhood): n/a
misc items (jewelry or tattoos or scars): a amulet on his neck with a deadric character/letter
(the symbol on the game-case of oblivion/a daedric "o")
anything special we should know: unnaturally fast and magic is EXTREMELY weak, even for a imperial,
everything about him is fast, he thinks fast, speaks fast, moves fast, and wants everything to move quickly, for everyone to get what they need to get done and move forward
character bio(i'm including recruitment since i cant recruit myself obviously):
From a young age he was normal. Nothing odd about him, only he was faster than his brother.
However his brother was stronger than everyone else his age, including his brother.
When they came of age, he joined the thieves guild after being arrested for pick-pocketing someone and running out of city.
His brother was regarded as the more honorable and joined with the fighters guild. When he was about 30, he was in a house stealing a few gems, a sword, and a amulet(which he still wears) in the middle of him leaving the house, he heard a voice in his head...
"find meee....."
it was female, he knew it was but it was extremely disoriented and it sounded like a faint whisper, That scared him
to the point where he Ran at a full sprint back into the guild's main headquarters.
During this his brother was also in a job for his guild,
defending a farmers' property from looters. After he killed them all he heard the same voice, after hearing this he swung his large war-hammer in a circle nearly taking the farmers head off. When both brothers got back into their respective houses They heard the same voice saying this time.
"I'm in Skingrad's abounded house....help...me" This time the voice sounded legitimately in pain,
The first one to suit up and get moving was the stronger brother, but by the time he hit the front door his brother was already looking
around the house, looking for a way in
since the doors were barred due to the mass murder MANY years before even their parents were alive.
"brother is that you?"
"indeed it is, i'm looking for someone...i think"
"what do you mean?
"i've been getting voices in my head and it told me to come here, the doors are barred up."
"no problem..."
while the faster of the two would've found an alternate route his brother had simply smashed his way in.
"very well... lets move."
the two look around and found a basemant with a spectral woman standing/floating there, and this time actually spoke.
"one of you is meant to be the listener, but there can only be one..."
originally they thought that one of them would simply walk away.
"the listener...? so...meaning one of us leaves?"
the woman actually seemed amused by this
"-chuckle- you think the listener of the night mother would choose a listener who lets anyone who opposes him walk away?"
"what if neither of us wants this title?"
"then you both die"
At the shock of this the stronger brother, instead of attempting to think it through swung his hammer at his brother.
"IDIOT!"
with this the faster of the two caught the hammer and threw it on the floor by using his brother's momentum against him , and began pummeling his brother, after nearly an hour of fist fighting the faster brother, although he didn't want to do it had killed his brother.
"You are the new listener...."
"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!? I JUST KILLED MY OWN BROTHER AND ALL YOU SAY IS YOU ARE THE LISTENER?"
"the dark brotherhood..... You now lead them, meet with the black hand.... "
through the amount of emotions flowing through his mind avenince's eyes had become black as night, even though his eyes were blue before. He had climbed back out of the basemant with the spectral "night mother" to find five people with black robes, with a red hand on them standing in a semi-circle.
"we are the black hand."
they said in unison
"you lead the black hand, you lead the dark brotherhood."
with these they explained EVERYTHING about the brotherhood to this newcomer and gave him a set of black robes similar to theirs. He needed a new title since he was now a thieves guild deserter, he was now called "boss" and he introduced himself as such. The first order of bushiness from the night mother was to start a new dark brotherhood sanctuary inside the basemant of that house, the spirit of the night mother disappeared and a black door appeared, with a note attached to it, the note read
"what is the feeling of death? cold love from sithis."
When boss tried to leave the door asked him
"what is the feeling of death?"
"umm....cold love from sithis?"
"you may pass...." and the door opened.
And he went out to for five years learned the art of assignations, who sithis was, how he related to the night mother, and how to recruit, he learned everything faster than most others, and he quickly earned the title of listener from members within the brotherhood, and they accepted that he was the listener, now with the knowledge and skill he needed the work truly begins in getting this sanctuary started.
Age: 35
Appearance(includes height): much taller than normal imperials about 6'9, muscular but not body builder muscular, just fit, not skinny or fat
but muscular or fit, black hair, paler skin than normal but it isn't abnormally pale, his eyes were at one point blue but over time have turned black(not the entire eye)
Race: Imperial
Birth sign: the shadow
Class(how you would describe it): scout
Abilities list: unarmed skill, would prefer to fight and block with his hands rather than with a weapon
but carries a interesting dagger just for looks, stealthy as all assassins should be, but it inst a naturally born skill
he learned it over time of being in the brotherhood, it is entirely possible for one of the newer members to out-sneak him.
Armor (before joining the brotherhood): n/a
misc items (jewelry or tattoos or scars): a amulet on his neck with a deadric character/letter
(the symbol on the game-case of oblivion/a daedric "o")
anything special we should know: unnaturally fast and magic is EXTREMELY weak, even for a imperial,
everything about him is fast, he thinks fast, speaks fast, moves fast, and wants everything to move quickly, for everyone to get what they need to get done and move forward
character bio(i'm including recruitment since i cant recruit myself obviously):
From a young age he was normal. Nothing odd about him, only he was faster than his brother.
However his brother was stronger than everyone else his age, including his brother.
When they came of age, he joined the thieves guild after being arrested for pick-pocketing someone and running out of city.
His brother was regarded as the more honorable and joined with the fighters guild. When he was about 30, he was in a house stealing a few gems, a sword, and a amulet(which he still wears) in the middle of him leaving the house, he heard a voice in his head...
"find meee....."
it was female, he knew it was but it was extremely disoriented and it sounded like a faint whisper, That scared him
to the point where he Ran at a full sprint back into the guild's main headquarters.
During this his brother was also in a job for his guild,
defending a farmers' property from looters. After he killed them all he heard the same voice, after hearing this he swung his large war-hammer in a circle nearly taking the farmers head off. When both brothers got back into their respective houses They heard the same voice saying this time.
"I'm in Skingrad's abounded house....help...me" This time the voice sounded legitimately in pain,
The first one to suit up and get moving was the stronger brother, but by the time he hit the front door his brother was already looking
around the house, looking for a way in
since the doors were barred due to the mass murder MANY years before even their parents were alive.
"brother is that you?"
"indeed it is, i'm looking for someone...i think"
"what do you mean?
"i've been getting voices in my head and it told me to come here, the doors are barred up."
"no problem..."
while the faster of the two would've found an alternate route his brother had simply smashed his way in.
"very well... lets move."
the two look around and found a basemant with a spectral woman standing/floating there, and this time actually spoke.
"one of you is meant to be the listener, but there can only be one..."
originally they thought that one of them would simply walk away.
"the listener...? so...meaning one of us leaves?"
the woman actually seemed amused by this
"-chuckle- you think the listener of the night mother would choose a listener who lets anyone who opposes him walk away?"
"what if neither of us wants this title?"
"then you both die"
At the shock of this the stronger brother, instead of attempting to think it through swung his hammer at his brother.
"IDIOT!"
with this the faster of the two caught the hammer and threw it on the floor by using his brother's momentum against him , and began pummeling his brother, after nearly an hour of fist fighting the faster brother, although he didn't want to do it had killed his brother.
"You are the new listener...."
"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!? I JUST KILLED MY OWN BROTHER AND ALL YOU SAY IS YOU ARE THE LISTENER?"
"the dark brotherhood..... You now lead them, meet with the black hand.... "
through the amount of emotions flowing through his mind avenince's eyes had become black as night, even though his eyes were blue before. He had climbed back out of the basemant with the spectral "night mother" to find five people with black robes, with a red hand on them standing in a semi-circle.
"we are the black hand."
they said in unison
"you lead the black hand, you lead the dark brotherhood."
with these they explained EVERYTHING about the brotherhood to this newcomer and gave him a set of black robes similar to theirs. He needed a new title since he was now a thieves guild deserter, he was now called "boss" and he introduced himself as such. The first order of bushiness from the night mother was to start a new dark brotherhood sanctuary inside the basemant of that house, the spirit of the night mother disappeared and a black door appeared, with a note attached to it, the note read
"what is the feeling of death? cold love from sithis."
When boss tried to leave the door asked him
"what is the feeling of death?"
"umm....cold love from sithis?"
"you may pass...." and the door opened.
And he went out to for five years learned the art of assignations, who sithis was, how he related to the night mother, and how to recruit, he learned everything faster than most others, and he quickly earned the title of listener from members within the brotherhood, and they accepted that he was the listener, now with the knowledge and skill he needed the work truly begins in getting this sanctuary started.
Feel free to discuss anything about the RP below, OR if you have a character sheet for me to look over. <3
(if your giving me a sheet here is the format to send it in:
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