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Name (& pronunciation): A Age: 22 Gender: Male Species/Racial Origin: Human Language: English Family/Friends/Pets/Etc: The voices in his head Physical Description Height: 6’6 Left/right handed: Ambidextrous Build: Skinny, rather wirey, there was a strong musculature to his body but it was...

Formless, Lost, in a mist familiar, but what was familiar? For this shadowed husk finding himself in a land between... well everything he did not know anything of this place that he was only that it was and wasn't familiar to him. Much like walking into a house in which you used to live only to...

Am curious if y'all are still accepting New Persons, always gotta ask as a formality

With the three newfound companions at the cart the sky tore apart once more and a bolt of lightning cracked down and hit the tavern easily setting it ablaze, "Well if that's not a sign to get moving I don't know what is." Frej said with an almost jovial and joking attitude. "Now who remembers...

"If we're going to Skyrim it's imperative we waste no time and get there as soon as possible, last thing we want to do is head through the pale pass in the dead of winter." Frej turned her cup upside down and began to gather her belongings, "I do however need to make a stop in Bruma for some...

I think that would make them worse because they betrayed their own kind

Seeing the man's outstretched hand and his general respect towards her, instead of general disdain and stereotyping, Frej's hand swung upwards missing his hand but confidently landing upon his forearm where she gave a firm squeeze and tug downwards. Letting go and nodding the Nord woman got up...

TBH dunmer would seem worse to most Altmer than Men for many reasons

Accepted

Nope no vamps, no lycanthropes, nothing

Frej looked very sternly at the barkeep, and he very well got the message pulling out his least watered down mead and sliding it over to the woman. Stubborn as she is, instead of taking the perceived kindness Frej tossed some coin upon the counter to pay for her admittedly over sweetened mead...

or just get fucked with it

"I do not like the look of that, but ultimately I do not much care, what will happen will happen but beyond that I do not think we have much t-" With that the mountainous Nord woman was cut off by a blasting of trumpets and then a remarkably loud silence that chilled her to the core doing...

Accepted

It'd probably be pretty powerful