Yay?

I still need to do the other one yet D:

Crap I meant to put Almost* not Also...

EDIT:

Also EB, I'll put your new sheets into the OP

Accepted faction sheets:

Faction Name: Xa-Ku Mercenaries

Faction Description: Hired in the beginnings of the Wayrestrian Expansion, this particular band of Argonian Mercenaries was hired and stationed in Bhiorhane to act as a security force in the border-edge city. The pay was average, which was fine to the hired-arms because they simply had to babysit the city and it's denizens. But as the months passed by, the pay became increasingly lower and lower until it came to the point of being unbearable.

A rich nobleman neighboring Bhiorhane with no influence over the land recognized the situation quickly and exploited it to his advantage. He contacted the leader of the Mercenary band and promised him that if he and his men were to defect to his control, he would insure a better pay.
Disgruntled as they were, the Xa-Ku accepted his offer - discarding any sort of allegiance they used to accommodate for Wayrest. However, the job the nobleman had in mind for the warriors was more demanding then their previous; Neutralization and Harassment of Wayrestrian control over Bhiorhane so the noble could gain more influence over the land.

Stationed: Bhiorhane

Troop count/description-

20 Argonian Mercenaries: These soldiers are the original members of the Xa-Ku, and operate as the backbone of the Rebellion. They professionalize in many military arts, however mostly delve in the grounds of Arson, Pirating and Guerrilla Tactics.

They are mostly clad is lighter armor materials to maximize maneuverability and silence when executing an operation, and use weapons of similar craft as well for the same reasons. Most of the band prefers light-weight weapons such as shortswords and throwing spears.

30 Civilian Militants: These are disgruntled civilians that have seen the Xa-Ku Rebel Movement as a hope for freedom and to give themselves a light amongst darkness. They have next to no sort of military experience nor skill with a weapon - seeing as most of them have never actually held one, let alone used one in their lives. They brandish any sort of weapon they can get their hands on however, be it a blacksmith hammer, a sword or even a broomstick. The armor they are given is equal to the Mercenaries, if not more duller.

They're role within the Rebellion is on a smaller scale then their employers. These denizens covert themselves mainly in Boycotting Wayrestrian goods and stealing from Officials and merchants from Wayrest. However there are times where they are permitted to do more aggressive things, such as performing acts of arson on docked cargo ships and the like.

Notable Members-

Phillip de Montesquieu: A Bretic ex-soldier and war veteran, Phillip has extensive and useful knowledge with weapons and tactics and really takes most of the initiative for the Militants actions. Although he is not as young he used to be and is unfortunately balding, the Breton is a fairly strong for his age. He keeps a long iron sword sheathed at his side at all times, and wears a more casual attire instead of prancing around in armor. Although he is not a soldier anymore, Phillip still retains his no-nonsense military attitude.

Black-Eyes: The youngest member of the Xa-Ku. Black-Eyes, or 'Blake' is an archer in training and an expert tracker. He is quick on his feet, and quicker with his hands - especially if he has a bow. The young lizard was appropriately name due to an unnatural dark shade of scales around his eyes; looking as if he had just suffered a beating, which others occasionally ask him about. Other then that, Blake has a positively upbeat look at his life within the Rebellion and can sometimes be known to be overconfident.

Dem-Na: One of the head planners within the Rebellion. Dem-Na, to most non-mercenaries is portrayed as a very strange argonian. He speaks with a very thick argonian accent, which can sometime be inaudible gibberish to others besides his cohorts. The lizard wears a leather eye-patch over his left eye due to an incident he had when he was young - when asked what happened he merely shrugs. He is responsible for most of the arson attacks the Rebellion has set forth and has unexpectedly found out that certain alcoholics are flammable. Dem-Na is naturally determined, although has a strange sense of humor.

More Notable Members to come.

Faction Name: Rousseau Estate

Faction Description: Out of all of the other noble estates in the region, the Rousseau estate is by far one of the richest, however not the strongest. Like most other nobles, the Rousseau Estate had next to no influence whatsoever on it's neighbor or even anywhere else, the King of Wayrest made sure of that, however the lord of the estate owned a large chain of farms which produced food that he sells to merchants and traders at large.

Laction: A few miles outside Bhiorhane

Troop count/description-

50 Man-at-arms: These soldiers are basically the Lords body guards and security force. Usually armed in an array of either sword or axe and a small kite shield to go with, these men operate effectively given the circumstances. They are clad in chain-mail armor, although sometimes wear leather.

12 Knights: These are both the lords elite soldiers, and escorts for when he is outside the castle. Usually mounted most of the time, the knights mostly use long iron sword as their main weapon of choice and wear a more sturdier version of chain-mail.

Notable Members-

Captain Antoine Blaine: The breton who is in charge of the soldiers hired to protect the lord, Antoine Blaine is a man of mystery. He has fought his own share of battles, and instead of retiring, he was hand-picked by the nobleman to run the security of his castle. The captain is a perfectionist and requires everything to be done correctly, and has a strict attitude to match.

I will turn in my character sheets later...

That's good Jerod. That was a nice idea we came up with. Every "political" RP has to have its rebels. My sixteen characters will be up shortly. I will post this in the OP.

Name: Baron Olwyn of Dywnnen
Race: Breton
Age: 26
Birthsign: The Lady

Physical Description: At first glance, Olwyn does not give off the aura that is expected of the Baron's of Dwynnen. He stands at only 5 feet and 7 inches, with short blonde hair that is not very fashionable. His left eyelid droops slightly, making it seem that he is drowsy most of the time. However, when one looks closer, they find that the Baron is a rather well-built individual, tightly packed together, his the strength of endurance and will rather than muscle and sinew. He has blue eyes, and a well-trimmed mustache.

History: A descendant of the famous Othrok, the first Baron of Dwynnen who purified Wightmoor Castle and saved Tamriel from the Camoran Usurper in 3E 267, Olwyn has always kept his heritage very close to the front of his mind. Having served his time as a squire in the service of a lord of Sharnhelm, young Olwyn became a knight at the age of 16, though he was not to bloody his sword for a few years later.

The current Baron of Dwynnen, at the time, was Olwyn's uncle, Baron Fychan. Having no heirs of his own, his beloved wife being barren, it was assured that Olwyn, being Fychan's closest relative and designated heir, would inherit the barony on his uncles death. With this thought in mind, Olwyn was a bit of a hell-raiser in his youth, confident that no authority would dare to cross the next Baron of Dwynnen. He was wrong, and after Olwyn and his companions raced through a village at night, frightening the inhabitants, one too many times, Fychan finally punished his nephew, stripping him of his heraldry and striking off his spurs; Fychan ordered his nephew to go on a pilgrimage to the Imperial City, so that he could atone for his crimes.

Taking up the pilgrim's staff, Olwyn made the journey to the Imperial City in false humility. Once he was gone from High Rock's border's however, he no longer feigned it, and acted as proud and defiant as one would expect from a young noble. It wasn't until he was outside Skingrad, having taken the sea route by way of Wayrest to Hegathe, and Hegathe to Anvil, that his attitude changed. As he lay asleep one night in a camp of fellow pilgrims, Olwyn had a dream. In the dream, he was visited by Othrok, who scolded him for his most dishonourable behavior. The Baron said that if Olwyn did not mend his ways, then the Barony would never pass into his hands.

Upon awakening, the young noble took his dream as a vision, and sought to right his wrong. Putting ashes atop his head, and crying to the heavens for forgivness, Olwyn made his way to the Imperial City hunched over, in great humility. At the capitol, Olwyn cast off his pride and took an oath to Stendarr, to whom he promised that he would never again besmirch his honour, and to Arkay, to whom he promised that he would rule the Barony that was given to his family, and do it well.

Upon arriving back in Dwynnen, Olwyn found that, while he was away, his uncle had been killed in a border skirmish with the Lord of Urvaius. Taking back the Arms of Dwynnen, the yellow wyvern over a green field, and afixing the symbols of his knighthood, Olwyn was consecrated Baron of Dwynnen, and led his Barony to fight against Urvaius. The skirmishes lasted a full year, in the course of which Olwyn gained much skill in the use of the blade, and when the battles were done, and a treaty had been signed between the two realms, Olwyn turned to improving and protect his people and Barony.

Weapons: A Fine Silver Bastardsword, Javilins
Armor: Armored in the older style of a hauberk of heavy chain with a green surcoat, mailed gloves, mail chausses, and tough lip-boots. The hauberk, in the essence of protect, is reinforced with metal plates on the shoulders. His heater shield, emblazoned with his heraldry, is swung over his back, so he can wield his sword in two hands or one.

Misc. Items: A solid gold chain that is wrapped around his wrist (His Pilgrim Pledge). A traveling flask, filled with the finest Sumurset wine.

Companions:

Sir Olbol of Kambria - 53 - Olbol is Olwyn's most trusted advisor and confidant. An aged knight, Olbol was Fychan's Steward, and continued his position when Olwyn came to power. Artheritis having taken it's toll, Olbol is no longer able to participate in battles, but instead acts as Olwyn's chief military advisor.

Sir Geoff le Tanner - 33 - Geoff acts as Olwyn's champion, bodyguard, sword/shield-bearer, and best friend. Geoff earned the surname, le Tanner, when he was found skinning a knight of Urvaius who had insulted him. Geoff is a terror in combat, likely from his nordic heritage, and is usually enough to deter personal attacks on his lord.

Name: Freas Hawkstrain Masterhart

Race: Nord-Bretish (Father-Mother)

Age: Appears to be 26 years old.

Birthsign: Born in May under the birth sign of The Shadow.

Class: Assassin-Warrior.

Skills: Excellent knowledge and capability in hunting/tracking, setting up traps/snares, making weapons from wood/rock/bone etc, fishing, stealth and combat. Has minor capability utilizing magical spells such as defensive and offensive, no fatal/powerful spells are known as the use of magic is very rare by Freas and used only as a last resort.

General Appearance: Freas appears to be six feet tall, but no taller than that. His hair is a dark brown colour, mostly short in length, and never longer than diameter of his favourite weapon's grip. He guesses his traveling weight to be approximately 97 kg based on the depth of his own footprints in the earth he is familiar with surrounding his hometown. Most all of his physical body that can be seen is his face, which is the only part of his body not covered by his full body cloak, complete with hood, and of colour blueish-gray. His face is more aged than he is as a result of the time he has spent alone in the wilderness proving himself, oddly, to himself. A notable scar, much darker than his own skin, can be seen running diagonally towards his lip under his left eye, across his lips and stopping just to the right of his chin. His eyes are a dark green with all the measurable depth of an emerald green, and surrounding the pupil is a fiery orange sun. His blueish-gray full body cloak has a sketched image of a bird-like figure on the back, wings outstretched, and talons in a 'ready to land' position. The head of the bird-like figure is found on the front of the cloak in the same position it would be on the back, one eye visible, glaring at who ever looks in its direction.

Clothing/Armour: Freas's clothing is not yet known by anybody but himself, nor is his armour. Rumor has it that Freas is so swift and silent, that he must not be wearing anything under his cloak. However, battle weary individuals have either seen or heard of Freas taking a slicing blow from a sword, or magic blast, and surviving seemingly unharmed to slay his foe. Clearly, Freas must be wearing some form of armour, if not clothing.

Weapons: What is known is that Freas conceals an array of weapons under his cloak ranging from daggers to long swords, and even deadly projectiles. Two of his most prominent, favourite, and yet least seen weapons, likely due to minimal survivors, are two short sword-like weapons with a slight curve to their blades. These blades each seem to exert a property which makes it seem like a liquid is flowing across their surface, one in blue, one in red.

Biography/History: Freas grew up in the town of Alcaire and at a very young age, taking advantage of his surroundings, honed his skills in fishing and hunting. Freas' father, Andre Masterhart, was Nordish and always wished for his son to be akin to an Army General, wielding unlimited power under his finger tips. His mother, Mynne Snowcraft, wished for her son to be a powerful wizard unlike any before him, capable of utilizing the laws of nature to his own means and desires. Freas' father argues that even though his son was born during May under The Shadow, he was concieved during August at the peak of the harvest that year, and claims that The Warrior made sure their son was conceived on that day so as to be born in the first place. But at a young age it was clear that his destiny, although powerful in nature, would be that of a lone stealth warrior with little apparent magical capability, yet an unusually high magical resistance. At the age of 14, Freas left home to prove the extent of his own skills... to himself. His stealth like nature is the result of the patience and knowledge he gained from hunting and tracking his prey. His strength feeds his warrior like nature and is a result of having to kill large game, often wrestling it to the ground and...ending its life. Sometime between the age of 14 and 17, his whereabouts were unknown, and when he was next seen, he was now wearing the full body cloak and a mean scar across his face. It is assumed that during this time that he also obtained the two blue and red, curved, short swords. How or where these items were obtained has never left his lips, and when asked about it, remains silent or changes the subject. Since the appearance of Freas' and his cloak, he has fought many battles, and assassinated many individuals. Although not seen carrying out these assassinations, the precision in which they are executed is akin to his skill level. Other than that, Freas has been seen returning home on a semi-regular basis to visit his parents, and check in on his hometown.

Welcome to teh Boards! I will be judging you (not officially).

I am, by no means, a leader/moderator of this RP; but you seem to lack the most vital part: What does your character contribute? I understand that he as an assassin, but, is he a mercenary? Is he for hire? To whom does he pledge allegiance to? This RP is based on Political arguing and such, so, I might see some trouble with your character, as he will, from the way I look at it, not have much to do.

Don't get me wrong, it is a great character for a starter; alot better then most of the newbie characters we get around here, but, as expressed before, you might have trouble fitting into this RP with that character.

Again, I welcome you to the boards! :celebration:

Edit: Furthermore, I think Wayrest should be destroyed.

Rip off.

Also:

http://www.jehanne-darc.com/cms/upload/bildergalerie/bild6.JPG, 38 years old Breton male. Current patriarch of the de Tourelle house, Richard can trace his line back to its origin point of Anticlere. Though around a hundred and twenty years have passed since his house established itself as one of the strongest noble houses of Daggerfall, Richard is still frowned upon as a foreigner, now more than ever with the position Anticlere holds in United Bretony. However, the only thing Anticlerian about him is his surname; Richard grew up in the capital city of the kingdom and is every bit as Daggerfallian as any noble of the realm, except perhaps the fact he tends not to look back to the past as much. Since the de Tourelle house has always supported the Capet line, he is the Marshal of the Realm, a very important office in Daggerfall; the Marshal has complete control over the armies of the realm and can only be overruled by the king himself.

http://www.reformation.org/e-cardinal-richelieu.jpg, 48 years old Breton male. Current archbishop of Daggerfall, he is a very important person in the realm, overseeing not only the church but all its lands and wealth as well, also serving as an advisor to the king. He is known to have a fierce temper, quick to flare up and slow to back down. During his career as an archbishop he's made a name as a supporter of a stronger central authority, however only to strengthen the church, not the king himself; he''s made quite a few enemies amongst the nobility, and though Gothryd hasn't yet made up his mind on how he views the man, the king seems to be leaning more towards the stance of his nobles for once, going as far as secretly plotting to keep the church's influence in the capital to a minimum with his nobility. Henry, though not completely aware of this, has some doubts and suspicions, for which reason he has begun attempting to befriend some more influential nobles of the robe.

Two down, two to go.

and finally, what will you be doing in this rp? Your an assassin, yes, but do you serve the highest bidder? Do you serve a particular ruler or faction?

we are your only protection from Camlorn burning your homes, massacring your children, aborting your unborn, and boiling your water supply in a bid to get full control over UNited Bretony.

:o



Lol, you hit the nail right on the head PFA.

Nice sheet Falcon, but I can't put it anywhere (so even though I would accept it, I can't, because it doesn't go anywhere).

I need you to put him in a faction under someone or state that he is a mercenary for hire. After that, I'll happily put him in the opening post.

Also, edit some stuff under Ravanger's suggestions.












You thieving bastard!


You have to be Nordic to say that...









Aye PFA, I shall insert it into the Opening Post.





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Also, here is Ribbitson's Character sheet that he has PMed to me:






Name: Viscount Arnand Thane of Daenia
Race: Breton

Age: Twenty

Gender: Male

Birthsign: The Thief

Physical Appearance: Arnand, in terms of his looks, is a typical Breton. His skin is as white as snow and anything that would blemish this purity is generally covered by powder in order to preserve his almost ethereal looks. As a noble, he takes great pride in his looks as it is required for him to impress others on a regular basis. He takes great pride in his strong, defined jaw line and cheek bones because he believes they make him seem more masculine and powerful. He is constantly grooms his long, wavy brunette hair when alone as to keep it in pristine shape and condition for appearances are everything. Again, his 'perfect image' continues; from a very young age, he was trained in all manner of ways, from sport to combat and, as a result, has acquired a rather toned, impressive physique. While it is mostly vanity muscle, there is still some bulk to it compared to your average, larger nobility. Apparel (clothing and armor): The Breton is only ever seen in the finest clothing or armour. Generally, when not in conflict or training, he will be wearing his standard attire. His green and white jacket is woven from the finest materials affordable and the gold stitching is perfect as the first five versions were rejected due to not being adequate. His silken shirt is measured to the nearest millimetre of his chest, as are his breeches, and his shoes. The gold pendant and rings he wears are crafted with such delicacy and encrusted with such skill many look upon them as if they were masterpieces. When it comes to armour, his tastes are no less refined. Despite being very elegant and over the top, his armour still provides a large amount of protection. The layers of overlapping plates coat his body from neck to toe in a light-blue veil of cold steel. Under the arms and inbetween the legs he possesses fairly coarse iron chainmail to aid in manoeuvrability and lighten his load a little. Upon his head, he wears an extremely fancy, intricately fashioned, full-face helmet with a green plum extending from the top of it to signify his connection to Daenia.

Weapons: Although Arnand rarely partakes in combat anymore, let alone with a proper blade, he stills possesses two, specially crafted weapons. The first is a delicate looking, yet resilient lance made from solid steel which he often wields whilst on horseback. His sidearm is that of a sturdy iron sword which is often housed in a sheath as it is not the most attractive weapon, but it once belonged to his father, so it is there as a backup and out of sentimental value rather than genuine defence.

Misc: N/A

Misc Info: The Viscount is a rather vain individual and is often known to sacrifice practicability for something that is aesthetically pleasing thus many of his personal guard and such may seem to wield extremely potent equipment, they actually wear what looks nice, rather than what is effective. He is also very arrogant and refuses to admit defeat unless he is certain he will not succeed, even if the causalities are great. If things begin to go badly, he will either do two things. Turn and run, using his own army as cover before sending the message for them to fallback as well, or demand an all out assault on the enemy line without considering the implications.

History/Bio: Born into the noble Thane family, Arnand was brought up to respect power and all things eye-catching. He was spoilt as a child by his mother, yet at the same time, was treated harshly by his father for his shortcomings and lack of intelligence. This conflicted history bred disagreement between the parents and a split in Arnand. As he grew older, he realised what his father was doing was probably better for him in the long run and began to reject his mother. Due to such heartbreak of being rejected by her own son, she fell ill and passed away. Unfortunately, the current Viscount soon grew ill as well and joined his wife in the ground, leaving Arnand as an only child and as the new Viscount at the young age of nineteen. Aided by his father's long-time friends and advisors, Arnand slowly began to take on the role as Viscount.

Name: Dandre Idhdea, Chancellor of Camlorn

Race: Breton

Age: 34

Gender: Male

Birthsign: The Lord

Physical Appearance: Dandre stands at an average height of about six feet. His nose is rather prominent and his eyes a pale blue. Has short dark hair with a light skin tone. His frame is not bulky, but he does look filled out.

Apparel: Regular everyday garments are usually blue and silver. They are not extravagantly decorated as he doesn’t want the commoners to see him as a walking tapestry. But his wardrobe is ornate enough to show class. In battle, which he rarely takes part in, he wears steel chain mail overlapped by a cloth tunic imprinted with the revolutionary icon ‘The Seven Swords of Camlorn’.

Weapons: An elaborate silver long sword with ‘Unity’ written on its side. It’s nicknamed the ‘Seventh Sword of Camlorn’ in reference to the famous symbol. It is the most powerful sword in Camlorn. Not because it is the most well-crafted, nor because of a magical enchantment. It is the most powerful because the possixr of the sword is the Chancellor of Camlorn.

Misc: A ring with ‘The Seven Swords of Camlorn’ symbol

Misc Info: The Chancellor is a man of many words and more ideas. He relies on his advisors to keep things in motion as he is often consumed with plotting his next revolutionary concept. Despite his dreaming of a Breton utopia, he is pretty well grounded in reality. Much more so than the extinct kings that once ruled Camlorn.

History/Bio: Dandre Idhdea, Chancellor of Camlorn, was born in the lower-upper class of the city. He had enough resources to springboard his way into politics, but had a better understanding of the commoner than regular politicians.

The revolution that constructed the current government occurred six years before Dandre was born. The city had been united under a representative democracy in 4E 110. There was only one chancellor who had served before him. The previous chancellor, Fenandre Irbrand, had done an excellent job stabilizing the realm before he passed away seven years ago.

At twenty-seven he had been chosen as Irbrand’s successor. Some doubted having a leader of such youth. Others embraced having a leader with vibrant passion and the ability to excite the plebeians. After all, the Chancellor of Camlorn was not a tyrant, it was the position of overseer.
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Name: Peric Phand, Chief Commander of Camlorn

Race: Breton

Age: 43

Gender: Male

Birthsign: The Warrior

Physical Appearance: He is around six foot-two give or take an inch, sturdy build. Has light brown hair with hazel eyes and fair skin.

Apparel: Steel chain mail under a silver and blue tunic with ‘The Seven Swords of Camlorn’.

Weapons: Steel long sword, iron short sword

Misc: Detailed map of the Illiac Bay and its surrounding realms

Misc Info: Excellent tactician. Believes on building an army with brains, stamina, and discipline rather than an army of heroes and knights in shining armor. Not politically guided.

History/Bio: Son of a revolutionary, Peric was born into violence. He was not forced to learn the details of battle and war like the sons of kings. He learned it from living all around it. One lesson he has always understood is that external factors have more influence on the result of a battle than the armies themselves. He has served in the army since he was eighteen. His strong beliefs on taming commoners into ideal soldiers has earned him respect from many. The Chancellor is one of them.
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Name: Barnan Dilborn, Admiral of Navy

Race: Breton

Age: 57

Gender: Male

Birthsign: The Tower

Physical Appearance: Short at five foot-eight he is rugged at first glance. Reddish hair along with tan and scarred skin make him an intimidating Breton.

Apparel: In the presence of important company he will wear tidy uniforms, but on the seas he is seen with a sailors apparel.

Weapons: Silver cutlass, iron dagger

Misc: Compass, map of Tamriel

Misc Info: Maybe the most trusted of anyone in Camlorn. His service to the city is revered by everyone. Served honorably to Fenandre Irbrand and continues to do so for Dandre Idhdea.

History/Bio: Born in 4E 93 he had reached a prime age when the revolution began. He enthusiastically joined the fight. Although he played a minor role in the rebellion, his reputation grew as he aged. For the past twenty-three years he has been Admiral of the Navy, a necessity to Camlorn’s existence. The rough terrain surrounding Camlorn limits the amount of agriculture that can take place. The navy has opened the city up to foreign trade. Without importing food the city would never have enough to support everyone.

New additions at end of sheet, in BOLD.

Falcon, only give him a few weapons, ok?

After that he should be all good to go and such. Steve, I'll update your characters into the Opening Post. Alright, we are in a starting state. When Jonas gets his sheet in and Falcon gets his in, and Pandut also does, and I complete my characters, we will be good to go. We will start in a few days (POSSIBLY TOMORROW).

How does, two standard daggers, my red and blue curved short swords, and one long sword sound?

Sure that sounds good. I'll put him in the OP.

Hey everyone, Wooly and I have talked and we're cool. I over reacted and I'm sorry.

good to hear.

Here is Jonas' notorious bastard.
















Name: Duke Francis Nermarc

Race: Breton

Age: 38

Gender: Male

Birthsign: The Steed

Physical Appearance: Francis is a lordly looking, but average Breton. Standing at 6'1" in height, Francis is average in height, but makes up for it in muscle. Stocky and athletic is how he is built, his arms showing a few signs of old hardship, ones that his nobility hides quite well. His golden-brown hair flows to the middle of his back in thick locks, simple. On his face is a suave goatee that many other nobles sport.

Apparel (clothing and armor): Francis' normal wardrobe consists of a long dark-green robe with a thick red sash around the waist. A green cloak with gold trim hangs lazily about his shoulders, slipping over the silver pauldrons on his shoulders. On his chest is a silver briastplate with gold filigree, the same as his gauntlets and greaves. It fits perfectly to the rest of his robed body. On his head is a regular circlet, also of gold and silver.

Weapons: A long scimitar, made of folded steel, hangs on Francis' hip. Its blade rather unremarkable, but the handle being made of silver and gold, studded with emeralds, is something of a sight.

Misc: A small pouch of 13 jewels, worn around Francis' waist.

Misc Info: Francis is terribly greedy. His entire personality is warped by cosmetics and all things pretty, especially his women, of which there are a lot. This doesn't mean Francis is a starry-eyed noble who knows only fancy baubles and silk rugs. Perhaps a bit of subterfuge thrown in. No. Underneath, Francis is a clever and sadistic man, using the noble life as a means more than perfect to carry out his plans. Being born into this position seems almost unfair.

History/Bio: Francis was born the Duke of Koegria, but his older brother had the position before him, Francis was simply heir to the heir of the throne. This was always made horribly apparent to Francis, as a child he was abused by his brother, whom his father loved and adored. This was for two reasons: Francis was of course the youngest. But he was also more handsome, which of course drove his brother and father crazy, as Francis was thought of as sort of a golden-boy by the women of the family.

At the age of 16, after years of built-up hate, Francis got his dues payed to him by the arrow of a thief. Which landed so perfectly between his brothers' eyes. Amazing how these petty crimes claim the lives of nobility more so than assassins. Duke Nermarc, Francis' father died a week later, taking his own life. Which was odd, seeing as how he made a promise to himself to never see Francis take the throne.

Months later, Francis becomes the Duke of Koegria. He rules like a man should, with women and wealth. Oh the women. Francis sees all women as goddesses, nobody quite sure knows why, most believe it was the way women treated him as a child. Perfect.

Francis also loves something almost as much as women. Killing. He loves blood so much that he's waged 15 private wars over the control of wealthy gem-mines in High Rock. He fought 12 lords in duals to the death, over the control of their mines and their women. One of which is how he got his beautiful sword. Another is where he found his wife, who he finds to be of such beauty, that anyone who looks upon her who deems truly unfit, must die or become the next Duke.

A little update for you all.


Everyone has their sheets, excluding Jerod's main one. I am almost finished with my mercenaries, and then I will start working on some type of political faction (white dot, Clan Direnni, etc.). I will post the OP tomorrow (sunday) after I am done.

Good luck to you all, and cheers to RPing. We will still be accepting new players when we start, and it's never too late to sign up. PFA worked a lot on the idea, and I have put a lot of work and time into this. For all of you who have taken the time to join, I thank you. Good luck guys.

Also, at the Mods. DO NOT lock this thread yet.

http://tvcritique.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/actor_kevinmckidd.jpg, 38 years old Imperial Nibenese male. Originally a nobleman from the city of Leyawiin, Titus was sent to the court of Daggerfall as a fosterling to learn and observe (though this might seem an odd choice, his father had several friends in Daggerfall and figured it would be easier and cheaper to get his son a place there than in the Imperial City). He lived there from the age of five until a bit past his sixteenth birthday, growing up more a Breton than Nibenese. His parents were somewhat disappointed to find out that he didn't feel satisfied with his life in Leyawiin and instead insisted his father let him live in Daggerfall; grudgingly, Titus was granted what he asked and, having spent two years in Leyawiin, again set out for Daggerfall. There, he rose to be a bit more than the ordinary noble, serving Gothryd's father, Louis Capet. He had the luck to befriend Gothryd himself and when the prince came to power, Titus was granted the prestigious and important position of the Keeper of the Royal Seal.

http://www.filmdope.com/Gallery/ActorsI/8528-26576.gif, 40 years old Breton male. The current patriarch of the famous Daggerfallian Bridwell house, Heinrich has the qualities the Bridwells were always famous for ? a love for horses and courage on the field of battle. Under the Capets, the Bridwells have always held the titles of both Grandmaster of the Knights of the Dragon (now better known as the Royal Dragon Guard) and Master of the Royal Horse; however, the two titles' power shrunk considerably since the time of Gothryd I, the former never having had much power in the first place, and the later now stripped of all military power, leaving Heinrich little more than a figurehead to rally warriors behind in battle and a glorified administrator of the royal stud farms. Unlike his father, however, Heinrich doesn't attempt to fight this; he is completely apathetic to all matters of the court, preferring to drill his Knights instead or spend his days away from the bustling of the capital, in one of his (rather few; the Bridwells aren't even nobles of the robe) estates. However, though he might not hold political influence, he is a capable warrior all the same, famous well outside the borders of Daggerfall for his valour and strength.

It is put in the OP...



Now, behold my numerous number of characters each with descriptions! These could have been better, but honestly, it's enough...






The Broken Diamond Coterie

An-Zaw (Argonian, 28):

An-Zaw is a stealthy type, wearing dark brown leather padding from his neck down, equipped with a barbed steel spear, which would make waste to any leather and possibly pierce chainmail. He is a dark green type, almost black in some areas. Some orange spikes are about his head, whipping back. An-Zaw seems to be serious when he needs to do so, but also maintains a good sense of humor. He came as a mercenary from Black Marsh, where he met up with others of his kind. Eventually, he, Dalk, and Xa-Tulm formed the “Broken Diamond Coterie”. Now An-Zaw spends his days with his companions. His best friend is Xa-Tulm, who he has always trusted. Even with his sense of humor and usual state of satisfaction, it doesn’t bother him to fight.

Dalk Frost-Bane (Nord, 29):

Dalk is a large Nord, brown headed with hair sticking downward all the way just past his neck. He wears steel plate armor, which one could see at the plate breaking points that he wears some type of light blue garment under his armor. He got this from his journeys and different jobs in the past in Skyrim, killing raiders and such. His pouldrons swing up in a flat, thin arch, which covers his neck from being exposed from the direct side. He carries a Nordic Steel Longsword, the hilt wrapped in leather and the tip pointed with steel. Dalk is a fierce Nordic warrior, one of the tanks of the group. He fights with honor, but isn’t the petty rich noblemen. He is a real Nord, who holds the honor of a knight, but fights and sometime acts with the ferocity of a real Nordic Raider. Dalk’s name means “knife” in Nordic. He came to High Rock from Skyrim hoping to find more work in the tensioned border zone. Soon, he met An-Zaw. Even though the two may seem very different, their senses of humor have always been similar, and because of this they have become great friends.

Xa-Tulm (Argonian, 26):

Xa-Tulm, unlike most Argonians, shows very little green, and is made up of mostly an orange color, which is variously light and dark throughout his body. He wears light brown leather padding, along with a lamellar-like cuirass made of brass. Xa Tulm uses a crossbow and heavy, short range bolts as a ranged weapon, which is often slung over his shoulder. His other weapons consist of small dirk-knives, one tied around each upper leg, along with a steel machete at his waist.

Orintur Antrodil (Altmer, 360, appears 36):

Orintur has seen more than any of the group, being born in the time 50 years before Camoran Usurper. He had lived to hear or see everything in history from that point on, from the fall of Usurper and Uriel V’s attempted invasions, to the War of Betony and the Oblivion Crises and everything after it. He was a Direnni, in the middle of most of it. After the Direnni were confined to their island, Orintur chose to leave the island in hope of discovering new things in the world. Soon enough, he joined the Mages Guild as soon as he hit the age of 190. It soon began to slowly crumble after the Crises. Even with it in tact today, it is very weak, separated with the borders of a divided Tamriel. He quickly left with the danger that was brought upon it, but kept his interest in Magic. With the new ideals in High Rock, he looked for employment, first choosing alchemy as a profession. Before long he joined the Broken Diamond Coterie as a mercenary, which is strange, because he is the least bit like a mercenary of all of them. He mostly acts as the groups educated knowledge and healer, although he can fight when he chooses. He keeps an iron spatha (URL) at his side, and is adequate with a sword. He appears tall as any Altmer, with tan skin. Surprisingly, it is doubted any of his ancestors were Bretic. He keeps his gold-brown hair in a ponytail, which comes down to his shoulders. He is clothed in a purple robe, a green linen shirt showing beneath it.

Christopher Depaul Molyneux (Breton, 27):

Chris is a normal sized Breton, standing at about 5’10 and weighing in at about 150. His hair is short, a light brown. He has a stern pointed nose, his eyes a deep hazel color. His face is quite rounded, and his hair curls inward around the top of his neck, just below his ears. He wears chainmail around his body, along with leather boots and gauntlets. He uses a wooden longbow with a steel arrow shelf, “MOLYNEUX” engraved into the steel. The bow is thought to be his father’s. Christopher’s father was a noble around Koegria at the time around the peak of the ideals. He was a knight, supporting the rebels against Wayrest. Those in the King’s court who were loyalists (most of the court) had his father killed. Christopher heard of his father’s death and took his father’s bow, quiver and arrows from the Molyneux home and fled. The home was soon destroyed and his father’s property taken. From here on, Christopher hated the Wayrestian officials. Soon he found his new home, a new family: The Broken Diamond Coterie.

Antar Maroun (Redguard, 27):

Antar holds the usual Ra Gada tan, being at about 5’11. His clean-shaven head has no definite hair, which would normally be a black color. His deep brown eyes match his tan. Antar’s face doesn’t look muscular, his cheeks being well grained into his face. Antar wears a Morrowind-styled iron suit of armor, but doesn’t bother wearing a helmet. He carries a steel one-handed serrated flamberge along with a moderately sized circle-shaped iron shield. The shield shows dragons wrapping around a sword. Antar is mostly noted as a skilled swordsman. He is a serious man and is usually very stern to people when he speaks. He doesn’t laugh at many things, but is a very protective person. Not much is known about his background except that he came from Dragonstar. The group found him when they entered a bandit-house in the wilderness looking for a war lord they had been hired to kill. Instead, they found Antar alive, along with four dead thugs and two other Redguards. It is speculated that Antar was a mercenary in a different band before he joined Broken Diamond, but his fellow mercenaries were the Ra Gada who lay dead the day they met him.

Athyn Andaras (Dunmer, 145, appears 29):

Arthyn was born shortly after the Oblivion Crisis being second oldest in the group. He joined the group after attempting a task with them through the same employer. He is a serious person, but often can be arrogant when people do things that are “stupid” in his opinion. Athyn is a dark-skinned Dunmer with the usual red eyes, featuring long black hair which sets its way slightly passed his shoulders. He is found wearing bonemold armor and is equipped with a steel dao. He is moderate in height and weight for most Dunmer, being at about 6’0, 180. He is muscular and is good with his blade, but also uses destruction, mysticm, and conjuration. He is the only Dunmer in the group, and is good friends with Antar.

Ra’Khar (Khajiit, Senche-raht, 30):

By far the largest in the group, Ra’Khar is a battlecat from Elyswer, standing at 13 feet tall and weighing in at 900 pounds. To his surprising size, he is actually smaller that the average Senche-raht. Ra’Khar was born in Elyswer on the waxing phase of Secunda and the full phase of Masser. Though he looked like many of his Khajiit brothers when he was born, he quickly grew into a giant, but was still smaller than most of his kind. With much conflict growing within Elyswer, he decided he could easily make more money being a mercenary and not being a soldier of the Khajiit kingdoms. Time went by, and Ra’Khar received a task protect a cargo ship going from Senchal to Anticlere. His employer told him there would be a man in Anticlere who would give him pay and a voyage back to Elyswer. Ra’Khar came along to find the man murdered in his house. Ra’Khar then decided he would try to earn enough money to make it back to Elyswer. When conflict and the new revolutionary ideas finally hit their peak, Ra’Khar decided he would stay in High Rock with the hope of more employment. In Elyswer, one could find many of his kind, but in High Rock, there were only a few. In enough time, he joined Broken Diamond. It was good to be a member of a group that was known. The group also took interest in him; after all, there was nothing bad about having a 13 foot cat as your companion. Ra’Khar holds to a very light-brown fur, and facial-hair is surprisingly cut down to where it fits around his head, only 2 inches tall. Ra’Khar holds a very large round shield of iron, which is usually strapped to his back. Other than that, he wears leather padding around his body. He bears a large steel battle-axe as his weapon, one that when usually carried by a man, could not be swung hard enough to do any real damage. Ra’Khar is stronger than just about any man out there, and can swing the axe with great power. As most would no, Senche-rahts are not very capable in walking speed, but Ra’Khar, being smaller than the average of his kind, is also slightly faster than those average of his kind. He is more of a brute force, and one could run from him easily. Ra’Khar does not ride a mount like the rest of his companions; instead, he goes into mount position and rides with the rest of them. More often than not, one of the other group members will ride on his back.

Bazur-gro-Grolem (Orc, 38):

Bazur looks like your usual Orc, but on the inside is quite business minded and civil. Straight out of Orsinium, he is a dark green Orc clothed in Orchish armor, wearing black sloppy hair put into a ponytail that goes down to his shoulders. His tusks are long, his face wrinkled. He is a muscular figure, standing at 6’6, weighing 240 pounds. He wields a square morning-star as his weapon, which is made of steel. He joined the group after being assigned to help Ra’Khar on his task in High Rock. After Ra’Khar took his place in the group, Bazur figured it would be best to take a place as well.

Marcus Heirontrus (Imperial, 28):

A man dressed in old Blades-Akaviri armor, bearing a similar Akaviri katana. This Imperial features nearly shave-cut black hair with hazel eyes. He stands at 5’11, and is moderately muscular. Though he is a capable warrior, he is usually the spokes person for the group, as he has a good “communication” ability. Marcus is usually laid back and gets along with everyone in the group. He joined the group after talking a merchant into a deal with them. After he did this out of courtesy, the group welcomed him in.

Leon Moreau (Breton, 34):

Leon is a Breton, wearing bushy, but short, light brown hair. He is arguably average size for a Breton at 5’10. No one can tell of his muscle definition considering he wears a green robe. He carries a short sword of some type, though to be silver. He has good handling skill with alteration magic, but really doesn’t use many other spells. He is known to be of a sneaky sort, and seems laid back. Not much is known about his past.

Tralan Domalen of Sentinel (Redguard, 26):

Tralan bears a mix between a moderate Ra Gada tan and an original Yoku tan. His short black hair matches his dark brown eyes almost perfectly. Tralan stands at about 5’10 and is a muscular, though there are larger Redguards by no doubt. His face is a bit thinner than that of Antar’s, and his whole body is well skinnier than that of his fellow Redguard. He wears what appears to be iron mail, along with thin sheets of steel embedded into the mail as plate. Tralan grew up in Sentinel, his father being a professional warrior there. He learned the way of the sword, but more importantly, studied geography and travel. Eventually he took on the job of a guide and transporter, but he longed for something more, more adventure. He joined the group after acting as a guide for them once. They made an offer for him to go with their group and receive his equal share of pay. He took the author, and quickly made friends with most in the group. His weapon is a spatha longsword, which is made of steel and iron. He carries a round iron shield, which most of the time is strapped to his back. He only uses it on rare occasions.








Chevalier Nobility




Sir Louis Chevalier (Breton, 36):

Sir Louis is a Bretic knight living between Kambria and Koegria (closer to Kambria). He has short black hair, which is often slicked. He stands at about 5’10, being rather a bit skinny but still well built. A black mustache hangs on his face, curling up a bit. Sir Louis is a man of honor, and goes into battle with the army of Kambria. He is friends with the lordship there, even holding his own knightly order. He is quite a rich noble, having his own men-at-arms. He wears steel mail along with steel plate, holding a lance as his primary weapon in battle as he does go into battle mounted. His side arm is a steel longsword, which holds the word “Chevalier” engraved in its blade, a lion head engraved on the hilt. His shield is triangular, where a lion is shown on the front.

Chevalier Nobility (2060):

Order of the Lion (50): A group of knights wearing apparel and weapons similar to what Louis wears. They are mounted in combat, virtually untouchable by even average arrows. These nobles are skilled from knight drilling and hold honor in battle.

Chevalier Men-At-Arms (500): Simple soldiers wearing iron mail; more wealthy ones wear iron plate along with it. They all bear iron longswords and small triangular shields, along with pikes as their main weapon.

Chevalier Hillwood Bowmen (500): These Bretons wear simple iron mail, and are armed with longbows as their primary weapon. They use an iron shortsword as their secondary weapon.

Chevalier Light Cavalry (500): Used as scouts and mounted archers, these Bretons wear leather and use crossbows. They use iron spears as a side arm. The horses are not armored for more maneuvering ability. They are quick to strike their foe, and can outrun enemy heavy cavalry; though, if they are forced to fight close quarters, they will fall to any heavy cavalry.

Chevalier Heavy Cavalry (500): These men are clothed in iron mail and iron plate, bearing lances and iron longswords. They are a brute charging force of cavalry, superior in close combat. The horses are clothed in mail as well, and they are nothing to be underestimated.

Bretic Mages (10): These Bretons are personal mages to Louis. They wear blue robes and ride mounts.







Urvaius:

Count Montierre DeFortescue II (Breton, 24):

Henry is a tall Breton at 6’2, and wears his blond hair slicked back. He normally wears a rich blue jacket over his purple linen shirt, the blue collar flipping down behind his neck. His face is young with hardly any wrinkles, and his deep blue eyes match his shirt perfectly. He is quite skinny and only rules from his castle, not daring to step onto the battlefield. He is a politician after all. His father died recently to natural causes. His father was in his 40’s when his only son was born. Though Montierre has gained much wisdom and seems to patient and clever, rulers around the area are waiting to see what Montierre will make of his father’s small kingdom.

I'll have my character sheet's in later on today. I have things to do atm, and can't really work on them as of yet.

Ok. Jerod just send it to me whenever.

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