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The basics needed to be included are:

Name:
Age:
Appearance (no anime):
Race:
Specialisation (Stealth, combat or magic):
Magic of choice (If specialisation is magic):
Weapons of choice:
Personality (+3 likes, +3 dislikes, at least one fear)
Background:

Feel free to add anything else.

My OC:

Name: Luna Aurora (meaning dusk moon)
Age: 23
Race: Wood Elf (Bosmer)
Appearance:
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Specialisation: Stealth

Weapon of choice: bow and a hidden dagger for close quarters

Magic: low level nature magic, low level Daedric magic

Personality:
Likes- Spriggans, nature and rain
Dislikes- Outsiders, most daedra and cooking
Fears- skeevers

Background:

Luna was brought up in their homeland of Valenwood, in the luscious forests of Greenshade. Her parents religiously followed the Green Pact, as a result so does Luna. Her mother would often take Luna out hunting animals for their food when she was younger. However, that soon came to an end when her parents were slaughtered by worshippers of the Daedric Prince Hircine.

That day, Luna became an orphan with no other family to take care of her at the age of 12. The night after, an odd man appeared into her parent's house. It turned out it was the Daedric God of Madness. He offered her safety in the Shivering Isles in exchange for her soul after death. With nowhere else to go and the Shivering Isles sounding exciting, she agreed. As she grew, Sheogorath became almost an Uncle, with him insisting she called him Uncle Sheo.
 
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Name: Sabjorn Fenrarke
Age: 28
Appearance (no anime):Just gonna use a screenshot of my character from eso lmao
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Race: Nord
Specialisation (Stealth, combat or magic): Combat (Class: Stamina Dragonknight, can link to his build if requested)
Magic of choice (If specialisation is magic): The only magic he knows is the dragon magic associated with being a dragonknight, which is Poison based for him
Weapons of choice: Greatsword, bow
Personality (+3 likes, +3 dislikes, at least one fear): He likes the typical nord things (Drinking, fighting, eating, and other adult activities) He HATES Daedra, general annoying things, and people telling him what to do. He also has a lot of anger management issues and will get physically violent. Greatest fear is actually commitment, but also has a reasonable and healthy fear of other things, like getting hurt and death.
Background: Sabjorn grew up as an orphan in the Rift, and when he ventured out one day to play in the woods, was attacked by wolves, rendering him blind in his right eye. Luckily, he was saved by a wandering Dragonknight, who took him in and became his mentor. He trained Sabjorn to be a Dragonknight, and travelled across Tamriel with him until he was old enough to care for himself. Then they split ways, Sabjorn becoming a mercenary for hire and doing odd jobs to pay for his needs. He eventually joined the ranks of the Ebonheart Pact, and started doing quests and missions for them.
 
Name: Bryce Hawethorne
Age: 23
Appearance: Dirty blonde hair, Has some muscle from working on a farm his entire life, Has a strange full body tattoo all over his body, has blue eyes
Race: Nord
Specialization: Combat
Weapons of choice, Longsword but does know how to handle a mace or axe
Likes: Nature, Adventure, Being in the company of friends
Dislikes: Bandits, Spiders, Cabbage
Background: orphaned as a baby and found by farmers Bryce was raised by his mother a wood elf and his father a retired soldier. for his entire life Bryce had these strange blue tattoos all over his body but no one knew what they were and eventually he just got used to having them. His father eventully passed away along with his mother and the farm was left to him but despite this being a farmer wasnt what he wanted to do his entire life as he wanted more and so eventually he left the farm in the hands of family friends to go adventuring.
 
Name: Burma Ugrug
Age: 24
Appearance (no anime):
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Race: Orc (vampire)
Specialisation: Magic
Magic of choice (If specialisation is magic): Destruction (lightning specifically). a little illusion
Weapons of choice: Orc War Axe. silver dagger.
Personality:
+ Zapping fools, smithing, learning, drinking, helping out those in need.
- Her disease, politics, bandits, settling down, vampire
Fear: Enclosed dark spaces.
Background: Born part of a large clan of Orcs in Falkreath. Her family was a pair of smiths who were a relation to the chief. She was strange for an orc, though a capable smith she found she was more capable with magic rather than other martial arts. Due to this she came under the tutorledge of the resident wise woman for a time until there was a strange in leadership in the clan. Not content to just killing the old chief, the current chief attempted to either exile or kill all current relations. Burma survived by the skin of her teeth and went into exile. She travelled in her exile learning and helping were she can earning a some fame for exploit. It is rumored she was a prospective for the Pjijic order but something prevented her official joining.
 
Name: Poltroon Lionheart (Polly, for short)
Age: 26
Appearance (no anime):
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Race: Dunmer
Specialisation (Stealth, combat or magic): Stealth (nightblade)
Magic of choice (If specialisation is magic):
Weapons of choice: Double daggers
Personality: Poltroon is fairly pacifistic for an assassin, preferring to turn to violence only when it's necessary, or he's paid. His likes include; quiet evenings, cooking, and alchemy
His dislikes include; Senseless violence, dark and brooding personalities, sugar in his tea.
He fears the ocean and drowning more than anything else.
Background: Poltroon remembers very little of his life before the shipwreck that stole his memories. He doesn't even remember his real name, Poltroon is simply a name that was given to him. All he remembers are the waves pulling him under, and waking up in Coldharbor.
 
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Marina Drusus
La'Hirsinitt

Age: 19
Gender: Female
Race: Imperial (Werelion)
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 133 lbs

Specialisation: Stealth
Weapons of choice: Bow & arrow and duel swords

Personality:
If there was only one word to describe Marina it would confident. Confident in her looks; confident in her skills; and confident in business. She is the kind of women that laughs in the face of danger, even when death is certain. Of course confidence isn't the only thing that defines her. She enjoys cracking dirty jokes and yet is oblivious when it comes to her own romance. She has a deep love of adventure and uncovering the truth behind legends, but at the same time sees no reason not to make a profit while she's at it. In fact she is almost always looking for a way to profit from any given situation, and she always gets what she wants whether she has to barter for it, steal it, or fight for it. Despite this she is charitable to those worse off than herself and is always willing to help those in need.

Likes
  • Adventure
  • Hunting
  • History
  • Money
  • Good company
Dislikes
  • Bandits
  • Wasting resources
  • Dogs
  • Racism
Fear
  • Losing control and hurting people

Background:
Born but not raised in Cyrodiil, Marina has spent her entire life traveling Tamriel. Her parents, both mages of the College of Winterhold and archaeologists, would often bring her with them into the ruins they were studying. While many would question the decision to bring a young child into trap filled dungeons, no harm ever came to her and it nurtured in her a love for history and adventure. However there was one thing she couldn't agree with her parents on. Money. Her parents were never interested in making a profit on their finds and only made just enough to travel to the next dig-site. Tiered of being poor, Marina struck out on her own when she only fourteen.

It was shaky at first, scrounging through ruins, sneaking into excavation-sites at night, and stealing relics from nobles that couldn't appreciate what they had, but Marina eventually began to turn a profit and even began making a name for herself. She made a bigger name for herself in Elsweyr less than a month ago when she slew a white werelion that was terrorizing the city of Orcrest. In thanks for her actions, the Clan Mother of the city adopted her into their tribe under the name La'Hirsinitt and gave Marina one of her earrings, which she wears with pride.
 
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Name: Allas Nirnenam
Age: looks mid 20s
Appearance (no anime): minus the nose ring chain thing
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Race: Bosmer
Specialisation : Magic
Magic of choice : Alteration and illusion with a little conjuration
Weapons of choice: bound sword when she needs it
Personality: Allas is an odd one to be sure most that come upon her might think the mad god has visited her more than once. She tends to ramble on upon things that seem to be nonsense and makes truly mad claims at times. Still as mad as Allas might seem she shows a very strange cunning of knowing how to get people in the right place to cause what she calls the right events. Still she is not overly malicious to most anyone despite her odd nature.
Likes: Books, curious people, vivec
Dislikes: Logical people, most of the gods, most of the daedra
Fear: Zero sum
Background: As one might expect from a seemingly madwoman getting a straight answer as to her history is frustrating as she will often tell the story differently and insist both versions are correct. What comes through most often is she was born in what she calls a time that wasn't and grew up in any number of places but ended up learning magic in the imperial city beneath the blue stars. She showed a great aptitude for the school of alteration and her study into the nature of reality and how to change it she may had found truths to great. These days she is something of a wander showing up here and there to people often soon to do something fairly important.
 
Name: Dra' Sanabi Moon-Seeker
Age: 21
Appearance:
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Race: Khajiit
Specialisation (Stealth, combat or magic): Stealth
Magic of choice (If specialisation is magic): lil Restoration, lil Illusion
Weapons of choice: Claws, Double Daggers, Bow and Arrows, is somewhat proficient with one handed swords
Personality :
  • Likes
    • Food
    • Material wealth
    • Cold
    • Sweet things
    • Skooma
    • Traveling
    • City of Dune

  • Dislikes
    • Nobles
    • Bitter
    • Aldemeri dominion
    • Skooma
    • Pain
    • Fort Sphinxmoth

  • Fear
    • Starvation (Brings desperation but also crazed motivation and singular focus)
    • Being trapped (it brings severe near crippling anxiety followed by internal hysteria)
Background: Sanabi was born to nomadic Khajiit in Ne Quin-al also known as Anequina, For the first few years of her life all she knew of her country was how hot, dry and sandy it was. Many years go by with her parents and herself traveling all over Anequina visiting various cities but never staying long enough to grow roots or have friends as many traveling parents would decide to find a place to settle. She is now 7 years old when a werelion attacks the tribe their family was a part of slaughtering most of the people she had known all of her life. The only reason she survived was because her mother covered her with her dying body to protect her. Her mothers dead body was heavy for her to lift and left her trapped beneath her for hours until she can eventually squeeze out. Unlike before now she was in the deserts by herself, she frisked all of the bodies of the people she had loved to find supplies unfortunately it seemed most things that could have been useful were ripped to shreds. She found a meager stash of food a water skien her sleeping bag and a dagger for protection as well as a few coins. Before setting off on her journey she did what she could for the bodies, they covered in their sleeping bags and those which beds had been destroyed were covered in whatever spare cloth she could find.
It was a long time of wandering and walking before she could make it to the city of Dune looking close to a walking corpse which is where she stayed for the next few years fighting to survive as an orphan in this desert wasteland. During which there was a brief stint of time where she had gotten addicted to skooma. It took her until she was an adult to get over the panic she felt when she needed to travel outside the city, finally coming to enjoy traveling again as she had before.
 

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