Character explanations. Background, likes dislikes. Give us a glimpse into who you are. Give the Game your playing this character in. Other than that keep it all in character. You can do this as a complete dialogue. As a brief exposition. As a short snippet of 3rd person prose. As a description by someone else that knew the charicter, just make sure you describe the charicter, and not the talker.

I'll start. I just made her, and I love her already. (And see where she could be attractive @_@ ) I play her on Oblivion.

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Jamel slammed her fist on the table. "Ugh, were do I start. I hate answering your silly questions. It was only a sweetrole. A bloody sweetrole!" She sat with her arms folded. She knew how this would end. Talking wasted time. "Was it your sweetroll?" asked the guard as he sat down on the table. Jamel blew the hair from her face and stared at the wall. She was cute when she wanted to be. Even cuter when she wanted to kill you. I'd gotten to see that look once or twice, and I could see it now. She was beautiful in a skull-crushing kind of way. She had those high cheekbones. There's a good reason orks don't get good cheekbones. It was mercy that all ork women didn't look like her. I couldn't handle more than one Jamel. With her soft violet hair and skin harder than fine emerald. She could open even an Altimer's heart. "No, it was not my sweetrole. The Dunmer scum won't miss it." Her body wasn't all that came hard about her. That head of hers was built with a certain set of ideals, and aint no one changin 'em. She tapped her foot and looked at me. I winked back. I loved her, but this was not my case. It wouldn't look good for me to step in and free an ork from prosecution. I'd loose my tital and rank. "How long are you going to hold me here?" she asked more to me than the guard. "Until you, missy, tell me where you got these." He gestured to the table. An axe, three lockpicks, and a brass candlestick were lade out on a piece of cloth. "They're mine. Aint none of them stolen." I believed her, but I was bias. I shook my head. The guard stood up and walked about the room. "This is why I hate dealing with Orks." he said to me with his back turned to her. "This is why I hate the little bastards." He turned to sit down at the table. He pulled his seat out.

I watched her smile as the chair flew out from under him. She had a swift kick about her. She stood up and overturned the table. "We'd best get movin." she said with a smile as I grabbed the cloth from the ground. Reaching down I handed the guard an apple and walked from the room

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Not my best prose by any stretch of the imagination. However, I do love my little she-ork. I'm from the south. We're all about hard women. We're into the no-nonsense, jack-of-all-trades, fry it up kind of women. Well, some of us. I read a book in Morrowind about a mistreated ork. Who killed his master and grew up to kill with axes. I loved that story. I have always wanted to see where his bloodline would end, and I was inspired to do that with this character. She's my mountain woman. My huntress. Not about the frills, or the fancy jumps and spinns. Locked doors are for kickin and axes are for swingin.

I will do more scenes with her in them. As I play here. Because I know this one svcks. It's way late. I wanted to get this up before bed. ^_^

A couple of obvious spelling errors, namely Ork instead of Orc and Altimer instead of Altmer. Interesting enough read, I'm considering posting one of my many characters up here...But as far as my opinion goes, I hate Orc women *shudder*

I don't know how you like them down South but I hope at the least they don't look like Orcs

Whoa now!!

We got lil kids man...

Ahhhhhhh!

My eyes!!!!

They BURN!!!

PS: my only issue is deciding which character to do this for...

Eh, I would do something, but the only characters I have right now, I'm fleshing out the personality of still. And most of the past characters I've had have been fuzzled in the mean time.

My best character. What rp? Every rp known to man.

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The reporter stands across from Serosi, enamored by his eyes, with three purpil pupils bathed in fire. He was a Dunmer...but not just any Dunmer, he was a vampire Dunmer.

Sweating under the hot aura of his intensity, she begins to fan herself with her notepaper.

"...So....Mr. Serosi....what can you tell us about yourself?"

He looked at her, no emotion on his face like always. He simply didnt care about answering questions, it was all just a nuisance.

"......"

The reporter leaned in, "Excuse me? Is there anything you can say about yourself that could enlighten us to who you are?"

"........Your in my way...."

The Reporter was shocked to find Serosi staring wolfishly at a toddler. His eyes had activated causing the baby's head to explode. The blood reached everywhere except for on him.

Quickly, and with the grace of a puma...or lightning...or maybe even a lightning puma, Serosi grabbed the child and began eating.

"OM NOM NOM NOM!"

Only the shoes survived.

The Reporter amazed by Serosi's sheer awesomeness screamed in ecstasy.

"YOUR THE BEST SEROSI! TAKE ME WITH YOU!"

"......"

Well, this looks like fun. Now, as much as I'm tempted to just pick my first and favorite fluffball, I shan't. At least, not now.

Everybody, say hello to Kardryar Aesarius, my current PC Oblivion character, only Necromancer, and general thorn in society's ass.
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Lukias grumbled as he made his way towards the prison cell to grab the prisoner for interrogation. The man was, in a phrase, an obnoxious son of a [censored], and the tired Legion soldier didn't want to deal with his crap today. Approaching the cell, he unlocked it without looking up.

"Listen, Necromancer. Some people from the Mage's Guild want to talk to you, so let's just keep this civil and.. Oh, Gods, what the hell are these?!" Though he really should have expected such a thing from what he knew of the man, being confronted by four rats in various stages of decay was disturbing enough to make him yell. The prisoner looked down from his perch in the windowsill of the cell's bar window and smiled a little, hands folded so that the black, clawlike nails looked almost like a venus fly trap. None of this seemed to be taken as abnormal by the white-haired, gaunt man.

"Oh, those? I got lonely, there were dead rats, so I reanimated them. That's Joey, Sammy, Benny and Ricardo. Ricardo's the smallest one." He explained sagely, pointing to each one in turn. Lukias stomped on all of them in turn, save for Ricardo, who scrambled away into a small hole in the wall. The man in the window jumped down and crossed his arms. "That was cruel and entirely unnecessary. Now what in the name of Azura's ass does the Mage's Guild want with little ol' me, hm? I've told them a thousand times, I don't work corners anymore. And even if I did, I'm not in the Guild anymore, so it's none of their business."

"Shut up, freak." Lukias snapped, annoyed already.

"Hey, that's not very nice. I'll have to tell your mother how you talk when I see her next." The pale man complained, knitting his eyebrows together and looking offended. "She won't be happy with you."

"Gods damn, shut up before I hurt you. Just follow me." The guard growled. He was tired of this already.

Behind him, the man shrugged and shoved his hands in his pockets. After a moment, he muttered to himself. "Oh, nevermind. That was Jesse that ran off." He muttered, then tapped Lukias on the shoulder. "Sorry about that. This is Ricardo. Say hi to the big, smelly soldier, Ricardo."

Lukias turned, then recoiled at the tiny, undead rat in the man's hand, which screeched in his face. "Agh, get it away from me!" He yelled, slapping the rat out of the prisoner's hand. It hit the wall, bounced off, then scurried away. The prisoner hung his head.

"Aw.. I liked Ricardo."

Lukias could think of nothing to say that would properly express what he felt, so he just turned red in the face and sputtered expletives, grabbed the Necromancer by his long white hair and dragged him along by it to the room he was to deliver him to. Upon arriving, he literally threw him into the room and slammed the door. Behind him, the Necromancer heard swearing even as the guard left. At a table a few feet away, Raminus Polus sat, looking bemused.

"Oh, grand. You're the person they wanted me to ask for help about the Necromancer problem? Gods, I'd rather spend an intimate night alone with zombie.." The robed mage muttered.

"I can arrange that, if you like. The one that tends my alchemy lab has been getting lonely." The Breton replied casually, dusting himself off.

"Just shut up and sit down, Kardryar." Polus sighed, leaning his face in his hand.

"Whatever you say, sweetheart." Kardryar shrugged, sitting down opposite Raminus. He leaned over, elbows on the table, resting his chin daintily on his interlocked hands. "So, some of my people are giving you trouble, eh? What'd they do this time, steal a box of kittens? Piss on your daffodils? Sleep with your wife? I mean, there's plenty of kitties, flowers and women for all of us, right? What's the fuss?"

Raminus growled. There were few people he hated in this world, but Kardryar was one of them. Why Traven would want to consort with him was beyond his comprehension. "This is serious, Necromancer. We need information on the King of Worms."

Kardryar perked up. "Oh, Manniwhatsisface? I haven't seen him in years. I think he settled down somewhere to reanimate a family. Whatcha need to know and why?"

Finally, I might be getting somewhere. At least he's paying attention this time. Polus thought, recalling what the young, noble-born Breton had been like when he'd first come to the Guild years ago. In all sad honesty, he hadn't changed much. He still played pranks, ignored almost everything he didn't want to hear and acted like an immature little child. He was a disgrace, even by Necromancer terms. With a sigh, he fed Kardryar the line he was given to ask.

"We need to know about what the others of your kind are up to. Any rumors you've heard, anything suspicious you've seen, the works."

"How come?" The Necromancer asked, raising an eyebrow.

"It's.. a matter of personal interest to the Archmage." Polus said, being careful not to reveal anything. Kardryar laughed.

"Oh, oh, okay. I get it. You say 'need' but you mean 'want.' Well.." Kardryar put a finger to his chin and made a thoughtful hum. "I really need a mansion, about two million gold, the deed to your house and a good trophy wife. Think you can help?"

Raminus closed his eyes and sighed. "I can get you let out of here if you help us."

"Hey, now there's the spirit!" Kardryar perked up. "Bribe me, kiss my tush and hope I'll cave. Awesome. I always knew that not killing you would pay off one day."

"Can you help or not, Kard. I don't have time for your tomfoolery."

"I don't think Tom would like it that you call him a fool behind his back." Kard started to quip, but got a hard glare. "..Yeah, okay. Fine, Magey McSeriouspants. I'll tell you everything I know, but only once you follow through with your end."

"Fair enough." Raminus conceded after a moment's thought. Twenty minutes and one official pardon later, the Necromancer stood out in the sunlight, his oddly posh black and red attire and copious amounts of jewelry adorning his frail looking body once more. "Okay, Kardryar. I followed through, now you tell me what you know."

Kardryar cracked a funny grin and shrugged. "I don't know a damn thing, though."

Raminus's face became a picture of rage and he grabbed the pale man, shoving him against the stone wall of the prison compound. "What the hell do you mean you don't know anything? You said you did."

"I did no such thing. I said I'd tell you all I knew, and that's nothing. What in our past suggested I could be trusted, eh, Raminus, old boy? You can only blame yourself for not making sure I actually knew something, really." Kardryar explained calmly, shrugged as best he could in his position. "Now, can I go, or do I need to beat you up and take your milk money?"

"You son of a [censored]! You.. You worthless cretin! You lying sack of crap! You-"

"..illegitimate son of a cow. I know, I know." Kard finished for him. "I get it, you're angry. However, I have things to do, so I bid you farewell, sir. Why don't you stop by for tea sometime, eh? I promise I won't put whiskey in it this time."

"Bid me farewell?" Raminus laughed, "What're you playing at? I could kill you, you know."

"Aye, you could. And I could do this." Kardryar said coolly, his hand shooting up and poking the mage in the eyes. Dropping the Necromancer, Raminus swore and stumbled backwards, holding his face. By the time he had recovered, he looked over to see Kardryar give him a quick salute, touch an enchanted ring on his hand and vanish, recalling back to his underground home gods-knew-where. Shaking his head in disbelief and anger while rubbing his eyes, Raminus leaned against the wall.

"I am never going to hear the end of this."
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A bit long, but I got an idea halfway through and ran with it. That kinda what yeh were looking for?

I have had Ork spelled different ways in different games, please forgive me.

Some spelling errors are my fault, some are hers. I'll avoid the former in the future.

No they don't look like Orks, at least not all of them. If they did I'd be stuck because I'm not heading North again. I think I'd take Orks over Yankees! :rofl:

So far so good. I'm here to encourage. I am still playing her getting to know her. I could do an Arena scene. (I love arenas write about them all the time), but she almost lost so I don't think that would be her best moment. I have something small planned. A scene we've all experienced, but I think you might enjoy seeing it again.

Oh man, I think the story about Kard the necromancer is the first forum post Ive ever seen that made me laugh.

A fan girl!

[censored] or gtfo

:rofl:

I will do Xerxes causs his background is raw.


Shamen Falling star's personal journel of unique peoples of clan iron-roar

Xerxes was a middle child in a litter of 6. Osirus was the oldest...he was black furred and was put under my tutorage for he had a nack for magic. Kirah (Xerxes' mother) named them in order of oldest to youngest: Osirus,Xerxes,Isis,Set,Horus,and Ornulu. Xerxes was much larger than any of the other cubs,and would dominate them when they play-fought.When Osirus reached the age of advlthood he traveled out into the wolrd to study arcane arts,it is rumored that Osirus fell to dark magic.Depends on what you believe i guess. Xerxes' life was relatively happy until his 28th birthday. At the time Xerxes was a mountain and one of the best fighters in Elswyr he stood over 7 feet and weighted allmost 700 pounds,he was all muscle,with a mane just like his fathers..But on a stormy day A man in a gold mask wrought Destruction among the entire clan.Only a hand full of us survived.Set and Ornulu were both slain along with their mother and father. Xerxes vowed revenge.A leader from another band was going to abosrb clan iron-Roar into his clan. Xerxes fought him for leadership,but lost and was exiled. Even though we are no longer a clan we call Xerxes Goldmane,Which to use means leader. it is rumored from the Treesap folk that Xerxes slayed a large gathering of slavers before leaving elswyr. We wouldnt of even known it was him if it was not for the fact they stated he was possibly three times taller than they,and he weilded a double headed Axe the size of a cart axle.Where ever Xerxes may be. A path of blood and glory will follow.



i have been thingking of turning the story into a fan fic,but im unsure.