» Sun Jun 17, 2012 6:56 am
Any chance you're still accepting characters?
Name: Yorrick Brightblade
Race: Nord
Age: 55
Appearance: Yorrick stands 6'2" and weights in at 250lbs, with broads shoulders and a bear-like build. Never seen as an attractive man, the left side of his body and lower left side of his face up to mid cheek are covered in burn scars. Short white hair on his head, and a pale shadow of stubble on his cheeks (except on the lower letf side of his face.) A long ago broken nose, with pale bue eyes behind, leans crooked to the left.
Talents skills and or abilities: A naturally talented swordsman, honed by years of fighting, and a hardcoe suvivalist, Yorrick prides himself on his ability to pull people out of, or keep them out of danger. He is also a competant gambler and blacksmith.
Apparel, weapons and Misc: Yorrick wears heavy furs at all times. He carries alternate clothing for when he needs to attend festive events, but little else for clothes. He wields his sword, the Brightblade, a steel sword that while not magical, seems to shine with its own silvery light, and an iron-rimmed targe. His pack holds a lamp, lamp oil for two days, an extra waterskin, and his fathers compass.
Background: Yorrick was born in Solitude, his father a legion blacksmith, his mother a washwoman, who died when Yorrick was three. He learned his fathers trade until he was 18, then enlisted with the legion. His father presented him with the Brightblade as a gift for his enlisting. His father would fall ill after. On his deathbed, Yorrick was warned of his family history and tragedy. His fathers last words would shape his life, and would make sure he would never marry.
When the civil war broke out, Yorrick would stay with the legion, and at the battle of Whiterun, he was seriously burned. The flames would damage his left leg and arm, reducing his mobility in both. Fire would also scorch his throat, giving him a distinct rasp in his voice. He left from Skyrim for the remainder of the war, taking work as a bodyguard in Hammerfell when he finally healed. He was hired on by a writer for the expedition.
Name: Ardis Simmons
Race: Breton
Age: 32
Appearance: Short black hair, with brown eyes and a baby face, and keeps himself clean-shaven at all times. His slim build fits with his short stature, standing at 5'7, and weighs 150lbs.
Talents skills and or abilities: Ardis is a skilled wordsmith, working as an independant writer, and aspiring inventor. He has some experience in pick-pocketing.
Apparel, weapons and Misc: Ardis carries nothing in the way of weaponry, fully believing that the pen is greater than the sword. He wears patched white and purple robes, caring little for how he looks, and wears a threadbare hat, with an old grey feather pointing outwards. He has a side worn pack holding dozens of sheets of paper, several ink-wells, and three freshly plucked goose feather quills. He also has several tool of his own creation.
Background: Ardis grew up poor on the streets of Skingrad, living as an urchin. When he grew older, he left looking for more in life, traveling to Anvil, where he found work on a small merchant ship headed to Hammerfell. When he arrived, he went from one job to another before finding his true calling as a writer. He would work for years, building up his reputation and bank account, all the while working on ways to make his job easier. He heard of the possiblity of a lost Dwemer City, and saw the chance for immortality as the first man to report on the expedition. He hired a bodyguard, and left for Skyrim.