Fantasy Jewel of the East ~ An Elder Scrolls Adventure {CC}

[Locklaklazarii]

(WOW I just copied stuff for filler)

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You are a resident of the Southern City of Tear, in Morrowind, the seat of the power of House Dres, one of the largest houses in Morrowind. Tear is a city renowned for it's large port, vast markets, and semmingly constant flow of Slaves and Slavers. For the past year you were distraught as the horizon exploded into fire and ash, sending shock waves swallowing half of the city into swampy marshes, refugees from smaller villages swarmed to the city. Swelling with the refugees, the sick, the poor, the dying, the city is on the brink of collapse, House Dres holds the city together by sheer might and will. Now what is being called The Red Year by both the peasants and lords alike is seemingly coming to an end, and Morrowind stands on its last leg. To make matters worse, in the past couple of days soem displaced farmers have come through town convinced that a bunch of N'wahs are attacking everything. If the rumors are true it will take everything to stop this menace especially after the withdraw of the Cyrodiilic Empire, and the tragedy of the Red Year...

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This RP takes place during the Accession War (the Argonian invasion of Morrowind), and follows a small group of 'heroes' with their struggle to save what they can of Morrowind and help ease the bleeding country, prehaps they can truly save thousands of lives from terror, or maybe they are just swits giving their life for a noble cause.


(due to the nature of this RP Argonians and Khajiit are banned from being a playable races, unless you notify me or my Co-GM ( Boethiah ), you can play as other outsiders though, but there will be tons of racial bias against you)

Those who have expressed interest: Boethiah , @Kommunism , Skyflash , Solar Union , Meawinda and @Robin-Jay

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THE CS​

[Appearance] (Prefferably a picture you can drop this down below Weight and give a description in words if you'd like though)
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Besides the previously stated rules, not much besides the normal ones apply, just don't make an overly powerful character... good luck I can't wait to see the CS's

OOC: Fantasy - Jewel of the East ~ An Elder Scrolls Adventure (OOC)​

 

[Boethiah]

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Name: Ilmyna Valen
Age: 119
Birthsign: Serpent
Gender: Female
Race: Dunmer
Height: 5'10
Weight: 140 lbs
Affiliations: Morag Tong
Religion: Reclamations, Mephala as the matron deity
Languages: Dunmeris, Dres dialect

Inventory
Apparel- Common robe, common shoes, common pants, common belt, face scarf, chitin cuirass, chitin left and right pauldrons, chitin left and right bracers
Weapons- Silver shortsword, fifteen steel darts
What’s not equipped- Journeyman's lockpick and probe, cheap potion of jump, potion of slowfall, 300 drakes

Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Likes: Security, honor, respect, House Dres, Mephala, Morag Tong, darts, nature
Dislikes: Argonians, Khajiit, Imperials, the Empire, House Hlaalu, House Sadras, alcohol, skooma

Bio/Backstory: Born in the latter half of the Third Era, Ilmyna lived a simple childhood in a town near the grand city of Tear, capital of House Dres. The town of Yengrith was situated close to the swamps of Argonia where the exact boundaries between the two provinces were often muddled, leading to Dres slavers and Argonian raiders alike being a sight not too uncommon for the town. When Ilmyna began nearing her twenties, she began to venture out into the bogs with other townspeople and hunt for Argonians - a profitable venture that helped shape who she would grow to become. Reasoning that she should be as independent as possible, she began to utilize the funds accrued from her hunting trips to buy equipment and train in skills she deemed worthwhile in life such as alchemy, basic swordsmanship, and marksmanship.

Eventually, her skills began to clearly manifest and become apparent to the others of her hunting party. She developed a knack for tracking and remaining stealthily while doing so, even going as far to occasionally rig a few traps to catch the runaways. Despite that, the days of her slave hunting would near their end once she travelled alone into the Argonian settlement of Taj'Xa'thaxi, a popular and well-defended location for escapees to hide. Her goal that day was not to take a slave back, but to eliminate one that the local nobles of House Dres feared would incite a massive raid on Yengrith. Her trip was successful, and with the Argonian slain she returned to Yengrith where the local nobles held a small feast in her honor, informing her that they would send word of her deeds to the leaders of the House in Tear, and that she would do well for herself if she managed to continue combating the Argonians. Days after the feast, Ilmyna was subjected to a reversal of the usual roles. She heard a gasp from behind her one night as she passed by a store, and she quietly ducked into an alleyway afterward. When a heavily robed figure became visible in the street and moved past the entrance to the alley, she emerged and drew her dagger to its throat. Immediately noticing some exposed scales, she slit the throat of the Argonian and turned around the investigate what had caused the gasp. The Argonian, supposedly a Shadowscale, had murdered a homeless man who would have been witness to Ilmyna's assassination. With the threat to her life becoming clear, she travelled to Tear where she could effectively create a new life, unknown to all besides those who the local nobles of Yengrith informed.

Quickly finding work in Tear, her name became well circulated among local plantation owners who could always use a slave hunter to help return their property. Eventually, the details of the assassination at Taj'Xa'thaxi found their way to the Morag Tong, and after observing her progress in Tear they extended an invite to join their order which Ilmyna gladly accepted, securing her position within the House politics of Morrowind. For years she performed writs for the Tong, and even began to find a romantic interest in one of the sons of a prominent admiral. In the events of the Imperial Simulacrum, Ilmyna worked alongside the warriors of House Dres to invade Argonia, and proved a valuable asset to the Arnesian War. She felt-mixed feelings upon hearing of the death of King Symmachus, and despaired when it became apparent the Prince Helseth would be the rightful heir if not for his fleeing to Wayrest. Instead, the absence of the historic ruling dynasty led to an increase of Imperial presence through their puppets, a fact that Ilmyna despised. Nevertheless, she remained in her position within the Morag Tong for decades after the Arnesian War.

The retreat of the Imperial legions and the abandonment of their forts during the Oblivion Crisis showed even the most Imperial-friendly citizens of Tear how important the Imperials thought Morrowind was when compared to Cyrodiil. Ilmyna survived the Crisis, and made a point afterward to prioritize writs against members of House Hlaalu. Though she plans to eventually retire from her work within the Tong, she desires not to travel to the isle of Vounoura, but to marry and settle down in Tear to raise a family. As Morrowind reeled from the quick succession of disasters in the late Third and early Fourth Eras, the Imperial Simulacrum; the Arnesian War; the murder of King Symmachus; the rise of King Helseth; the return of the Sixth House; the fall of the Tribunal; the Oblivion Crisis; the Red Year; and now this apparent new invasion, Ilmyna began to occasionally aid her nation in other ways, offering occasional advice to the heads of House Dres, especially in matters of intrigue. With Morrowind still managing to persist through these turmoils, Ilmyna is adamant in ensuring that it survives the new one so that Morrowind can prosper once more.

 

[Locklaklazarii]

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Name: Ilmyna Valen
Age: 119
Birthsign: Serpent
Gender: Female
Race: Dunmer
Height: 5'10
Weight: 140 lbs
Affiliations: Morag Tong
Religion: Reclamations, Mephala as the matron deity
Languages: Dunmeris, Dres dialect

Inventory
Apparel- Common robe, common shoes, common pants, common belt, face scarf, chitin cuirass, chitin left and right pauldrons, chitin left and right bracers
Weapons- Silver shortsword, fifteen steel darts
What’s not equipped- Journeyman's lockpick and probe, cheap potion of jump, potion of slowfall, 300 drakes

Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Likes: Security, honor, respect, House Dres, Mephala, Morag Tong, darts, nature
Dislikes: Argonians, Khajiit, Imperials, the Empire, House Hlaalu, House Sadras, alcohol, skooma

Bio/Backstory: Born in the latter half of the Third Era, Ilmyna lived a simple childhood in a town near the grand city of Tear, capital of House Dres. The town of Yengrith was situated close to the swamps of Argonia where the exact boundaries between the two provinces were often muddled, leading to Dres slavers and Argonian raiders alike being a sight not too uncommon for the town. When Ilmyna began nearing her twenties, she began to venture out into the bogs with other townspeople and hunt for Argonians - a profitable venture that helped shape who she would grow to become. Reasoning that she should be as independent as possible, she began to utilize the funds accrued from her hunting trips to buy equipment and train in skills she deemed worthwhile in life such as alchemy, basic swordsmanship, and marksmanship.

Eventually, her skills began to clearly manifest and become apparent to the others of her hunting party. She developed a knack for tracking and remaining stealthily while doing so, even going as far to occasionally rig a few traps to catch the runaways. Despite that, the days of her slave hunting would near their end once she travelled alone into the Argonian settlement of Taj'Xa'thaxi, a popular and well-defended location for escapees to hide. Her goal that day was not to take a slave back, but to eliminate one that the local nobles of House Dres feared would incite a massive raid on Yengrith. Her trip was successful, and with the Argonian slain she returned to Yengrith where the local nobles held a small feast in her honor, informing her that they would send word of her deeds to the leaders of the House in Tear, and that she would do well for herself if she managed to continue combating the Argonians. Days after the feast, Ilmyna was subjected to a reversal of the usual roles. She heard a gasp from behind her one night as she passed by a store, and she quietly ducked into an alleyway afterward. When a heavily robed figure became visible in the street and moved past the entrance to the alley, she emerged and drew her dagger to its throat. Immediately noticing some exposed scales, she slit the throat of the Argonian and turned around the investigate what had caused the gasp. The Argonian, supposedly a Shadowscale, had murdered a homeless man who would have been witness to Ilmyna's assassination. With the threat to her life becoming clear, she travelled to Tear where she could effectively create a new life, unknown to all besides those who the local nobles of Yengrith informed.

Quickly finding work in Tear, her name became well circulated among local plantation owners who could always use a slave hunter to help return their property. Eventually, the details of the assassination at Taj'Xa'thaxi found their way to the Morag Tong, and after observing her progress in Tear they extended an invite to join their order which Ilmyna gladly accepted, securing her position within the House politics of Morrowind. For years she performed writs for the Tong, and even began to find a romantic interest in one of the sons of a prominent admiral. In the events of the Imperial Simulacrum, Ilmyna worked alongside the warriors of House Dres to invade Argonia, and proved a valuable asset to the Arnesian War. She felt-mixed feelings upon hearing of the death of King Symmachus, and despaired when it became apparent the Prince Helseth would be the rightful heir if not for his fleeing to Wayrest. Instead, the absence of the historic ruling dynasty led to an increase of Imperial presence through their puppets, a fact that Ilmyna despised. Nevertheless, she remained in her position within the Morag Tong for decades after the Arnesian War.

The retreat of the Imperial legions and the abandonment of their forts during the Oblivion Crisis showed even the most Imperial-friendly citizens of Tear how important the Imperials thought Morrowind was when compared to Cyrodiil. Ilmyna survived the Crisis, and made a point afterward to prioritize writs against members of House Hlaalu. Though she plans to eventually retire from her work within the Tong, she desires not to travel to the isle of Vounoura, but to marry and settle down in Tear to raise a family. As Morrowind reeled from the quick succession of disasters in the late Third and early Fourth Eras, the Imperial Simulacrum; the Arnesian War; the murder of King Symmachus; the rise of King Helseth; the return of the Sixth House; the fall of the Tribunal; the Oblivion Crisis; the Red Year; and now this apparent new invasion, Ilmyna began to occasionally aid her nation in other ways, offering occasional advice to the heads of House Dres, especially in matters of intrigue. With Morrowind still managing to persist through these turmoils, Ilmyna is adamant in ensuring that it survives the new one so that Morrowind can prosper once more.

Accepted

 

[Locklaklazarii]

Name: Azaril Larothi

Age: 145

Birthsign: The Lover

Gender: Male

Race: Dunmer

Height: 6’

Weight: 155

Affiliations: Cult of Meridia

Religion: Follower of Meridia

Languages: Cyrodilic and Dunmeris


Inventory

Apparel- the Robes seen above, Golden Talisman of meridia (Golden Light beams Radiating from a centre point)

Weapons- A silver, flame enchanted, Bastard sword, and a Steel dagger

What’s not equipped- Some Spell books, a few scrolls on the teachings of Meridia


Sexual Preference: Heterosexual

Likes: Magic, Fire, Restoration, Cleanliness, Azura, Meridia, Honor

Dislikes: Undead, Argonians, Imperial Cult, Mehrunes Dagon, Molag Bal


Bio/Backstory: Born to a relatively well off family, the Larothi, Azaril was pushed to like many in his family to become a wizard. For much of his early life he wanted to follow in one of his uncle’s shoes and become a Telvanni wizard. He trained extensively for years with the mage’s guilds, up into his late 30’s. He had delved deep into a forgotten catacomb for knowledge that he had found rumors of in old texts. Once down there however, he found that the dead were not so keen on someone in their resting place, in fact before him a necromancer had found the catacomb. Swarmed by legions of dead Dunmer, Azaril had to take refuge in a library within the catacomb, one that houses many techniques and information about the caring and disposal of the dead. He began to study the material furiously as it could be his only way of escape. When he became versed in the basic magics it held, he burned a path through the dead and to the necromage, where he took one of the ancient swords that lay on the barren ground of the tomb and fell his foe. At that moment Azaril was visited by the disembodied voice of Meridia, who told him where he could find her followers, and what her beliefs were.

After finding her cult, he found it to be a honorable place, and he saw it as a way to benefit his fellow mer. He took up the opportunity to do what he saw as right, he versed himself with Meridia’s few yet precise teachings. He also committed himself to a subset within Meridia’s cult, known as the Golden Warriors, who acted on meridia’s behest silencing the undead and opposing daedric cultists (much like a daedric vigilant of stendarr). He would train for many years by way of the sword and magic but he still has much to learn. Used to fighting the undead, but not so good against the living, but in any sense he has made a name for himself within the small cult. Moving from city to city, he is one of the few of the Golden Warriors who scouts and inspects tombs to make sure that the dead are still that, and are at peace.

He has for the past 3 months been down in Tear on official business for the cult, he has been running routine checks on all the tombs, sepulchres, and catacombs. With the recent news of some sort of invasion he has decided to stay in Tear, even sending a letter to the rest of his order. Azaril knows that any form of foreign invasion or large scale war will mean the disruption of the dead. Often Necromages take advantage of battlefields for dead soldiers, this he must stop at all costs, for both his fellow mer and for his matron. Azaril hardens his will, sharpens his silver and steel, practicing his magic in preparation for a war he will likely have to wage against the dead.

 

[Locklaklazarii]

OOC y'all: Fantasy - Jewel of the East ~ An Elder Scrolls Adventure (OOC)

 

[Boethiah]

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Name: Azaril Larothi

Age: 145

Birthsign: The Lover

Gender: Male

Race: Dunmer

Height: 6’

Weight: 155

Affiliations: Cult of Meridia

Religion: Follower of Meridia

Languages: Cyrodilic and Dunmeris


Inventory

Apparel- the Robes seen above, Golden Talisman of meridia (Golden Light beams Radiating from a centre point)

Weapons- A silver, flame enchanted, Bastard sword, and a Steel dagger

What’s not equipped- Some Spell books, a few scrolls on the teachings of Meridia


Sexual Preference: Heterosexual

Likes: Magic, Fire, Restoration, Cleanliness, Azura, Meridia, Honor

Dislikes: Undead, Argonians, Imperial Cult, Mehrunes Dagon, Molag Bal


Bio/Backstory: Born to a relatively well off family, the Larothi, Azaril was pushed to like many in his family to become a wizard. For much of his early life he wanted to follow in one of his uncle’s shoes and become a Telvanni wizard. He trained extensively for years with the mage’s guilds, up into his late 30’s. He had delved deep into a forgotten catacomb for knowledge that he had found rumors of in old texts. Once down there however, he found that the dead were not so keen on someone in their resting place, in fact before him a necromancer had found the catacomb. Swarmed by legions of dead Dunmer, Azaril had to take refuge in a library within the catacomb, one that houses many techniques and information about the caring and disposal of the dead. He began to study the material furiously as it could be his only way of escape. When he became versed in the basic magics it held, he burned a path through the dead and to the necromage, where he took one of the ancient swords that lay on the barren ground of the tomb and fell his foe. At that moment Azaril was visited by the disembodied voice of Meridia, who told him where he could find her followers, and what her beliefs were.

After finding her cult, he found it to be a honorable place, and he saw it as a way to benefit his fellow mer. He took up the opportunity to do what he saw as right, he versed himself with Meridia’s few yet precise teachings. He also committed himself to a subset within Meridia’s cult, known as the Golden Warriors, who acted on meridia’s behest silencing the undead and opposing daedric cultists (much like a daedric vigilant of stendarr). He would train for many years by way of the sword and magic but he still has much to learn. Used to fighting the undead, but not so good against the living, but in any sense he has made a name for himself within the small cult. Moving from city to city, he is one of the few of the Golden Warriors who scouts and inspects tombs to make sure that the dead are still that, and are at peace.

He has for the past 3 months been down in Tear on official business for the cult, he has been running routine checks on all the tombs, sepulchres, and catacombs. With the recent news of some sort of invasion he has decided to stay in Tear, even sending a letter to the rest of his order. Azaril knows that any form of foreign invasion or large scale war will mean the disruption of the dead. Often Necromages take advantage of battlefields for dead soldiers, this he must stop at all costs, for both his fellow mer and for his matron. Azaril hardens his will, sharpens his silver and steel, practicing his magic in preparation for a war he will likely have to wage against the dead.

Accepted

 

[Meawinda]

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Name: Maera Marlen
Age: 120
Birthsign: The Lover
Gender: female
Race: Dunmer
Height: 5’4
Weight: 130 lbs
Affiliations: ex-mage’s guild, ex-house telvanni.
Religion: Almsivi
Languages: Dunmeris and Cyrodilic

Inventory
Apparel- Faded red, short cloak with a hood. Traveler’s shirt and cropped pants. No shoes.
Weapons- steel dagger x2
What’s not equipped- alchemist’s equipment, some medicinal herbs and plants, healing potions and ointment.

Sexual Preference: Bisexual
Likes: Alchemy, Magic, Restoration Magic, Simple life, cats, books, and tea.
Dislikes: Violence, illness, pain, destruction magic

Bio/Backstory: From a young age, Maera showed a strong aptitude for magic. Her parents pushed her to join the mages guild and house Telvanni at a pretty young age. For a while she thrived under their influence, but such things could not last. She found herself wanting the freedom to act however she chose, a life with minimal violence and one where she could aid others. So she went into hiding, living life as a wandering healer and alchemist.
Today she only tries to use restoration magic, however she is skilled with both destruction and alteration magic.

 

[Boethiah]

[Appearance] https://i.pinimg.com/736x/01/ee/54/...60--character-concept-art-character-ideas.jpg
Name: Maera Marlen
Age: 120
Birthsign: The Lover
Gender: female
Race: Dunmer
Height: 5’4
Weight: 130 lbs
Affiliations: ex-mage’s guild, ex-house telvanni.
Religion: Almsivi
Languages: Dunmeris and Cyrodilic

Inventory
Apparel- Faded red, short cloak with a hood. Traveler’s shirt and cropped pants. No shoes.
Weapons- steel dagger x2
What’s not equipped- alchemist’s equipment, some medicinal herbs and plants, healing potions and ointment.

Sexual Preference: Bisexual
Likes: Alchemy, Magic, Restoration Magic, Simple life, cats, books, and tea.
Dislikes: Violence, illness, pain, destruction magic

Bio/Backstory: From a young age, Maera showed a strong aptitude for magic. Her parents pushed her to join the mages guild and house Telvanni at a pretty young age. For a while she thrived under their influence, but such things could not last. She found herself wanting the freedom to act however she chose, a life with minimal violence and one where she could aid others. So she went into hiding, living life as a wandering healer and alchemist.
Today she only tries to use restoration magic, however she is skilled with both destruction and alteration magic.

Accepted

 

[Skyflash]

Name: Sarian Valgus
Age: 29
Birthsign: Tower
Gender: Male
Race: Imperial
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 207 lbs.
Affiliations: Ex-Imperial Legion, House Redoran
Religion: Devotee of Namira
Languages: Cyrodiilic, Dunmeris

• Inventory
• Extra Info
• Bio

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  Apparel: Simple brown shirt, pants, and leather boots for casual wear, Chitin Plate Armor when wandering.
  Weapons: A steel axe, iron shield, and a silver dagger
  What's not Equipped: A small spider named Fjura, a couple healing potions, basic alchemy equipment, and a Nirnroot.
  
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  Sexual Preference: Pansexual
  Likes: Spiders, Wine, Alchemy, Ashlanders, Namira, House Redoran
  Dislikes: The Legion, Illusion Magic, Mehrunes Dagon, Imperial Cult
  
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  Sarian was your typical Imperial kid. He grew up poor in the city of Kvatch, but due to his hardworking mother the Valguses always had at least something to eat, he idolised the Legion and wished to become a Legionnaire when he grew up, and all sorts of things. However, he had one thing that set him apart from most children; his father was a High Elf, making Sarian 1/2 Imperial, 1/2 Altmer. This was something that wasn't kept a secret, it didn't really need to be, but it was a source of torment among some of the other kids in Kvatch, who called him "knife-ear", and "Mutt" because of it. It wasn't all bad for Sarian though, as he did earn a couple friends for it, and most people who didn't know that he was an Altmer-Imperial half-breed generally wouldn't realize it until told. For his unique parentage, Sarian took most of his likeness from his Imperial mother, but did inherit the pointed ears and some of the sharper features of the Altmer, and his skin was tinged a slight golden brown as well as his hair being very light when compared to others.
  
  Growing up, Sarian's father passed away early due to illness, leaving the already poor family with even less to survive on, and in need for gold, as a child Sarian took up an apprenticeship at the Chapel as a healer to try and get more septims. His childhood was rife with bullying due to his parentage and/or lack of a father, leaving Sarian to come to despise his Elven heritage for most of his childhood.
  
  When he turned 16, Sarian's mother passed away due to the same illness that claimed his father years ago, and left Sarian with a little inheritance; a longsword and quite a bit of gold. Using the money, he enrolled with the Legion, knowing full well that he'd be unable to live by himself. Finally, he had a place he belonged and a place that didn't make him feel like an impovrished outcast.
  
  Tragedy struck one day while on patrol out on the Gold Road, when he came by a group of bandits took his patrol by surprise, capturing him and his other men, Sarian getting a deep wound in his face, leaving his left eye blind and whited out. Imprisoned in the Bandit's camp out in a cave for ransom, Sarian the other Imperial Legion soldiers were given precious little food and kept in dank, dark conditions with very little light. They stayed there for almost a full month, with some of the other men dying from starvation, others from dehydration when the Bandits had all but forgotten they were there. Sarian, convinced that nobody was coming to rescue them, resorted to the unthinkable.
  
  Starving and without any food or even rats to eat, Sarian was forced to cannibalize one of his own men, and in doing so, received a strange vision. One where a strange woman appeared next to him, and comforted him, whispering how everything would be fine. At that point, a screaming came from the bandits and the Legion had showed up to rescue them, and saw that they were a little too late. Refusing to comment on what he did and feeling deep regret for it, Sarian saw for the first time the terrible scar that graced his face and felt like he let his whole platoon down, this combined with his regrets nearly drove the young man to suicide, believing that life wouldn't get any better no matter how hard he worked. That night, while he slept, he dreamed of being stuck in a place of near pitch-black darkness, surrounded by emaciated beggars, the sick, and the scarred, with what little ground being shown being little more than a sludgy mess with spiders and various insects lining the walls. Although at first he saw the squalor and was afraid for his life and disgusted by all of it, he caught a glimpse once again of that woman that had visited his cell that day he cannibalized his men. He saw that the woman was scarred and covered in varioius wounds and signs of disease, and her blood-stained mouth curled in a gentle smile. Beckoning him forward, he got up from where he was sitting and went to the figure, who introduced herself as Namira. Observing his life and being intrigued by it, she told him that she was pleased that he did what he had to to survive the way he did, and told him his scars weren't anything to fret about. At that moment, he began to truly perceive the squalor around him, and saw it as a comforting place where people like him could escape to, the dream ending with Namira wrapping her arms around him.
  
  Upon waking, Sarian came to contemplate the dream he had, and realized that he no longer held any regret toward what happened that day and his scar held very little meaning to him. With renewed vigor, he resumed his service in the Imperial Legion, and began worshipping Namira from that day forward.
  
  When he was 23, he was stationed out near Morrowind, helping training some Legion soldiers and leading raids on bandits there, all the while brushing up on the Alchemy he had learned during his childhood as a Chapel healer, putting it to good use concoting poisons and healing potions for his men. Living in Seyda Neen, he grew to love Morrowind, despite the apparent suspicious attitude of its native Dunmer. However things were disturbing yet again when the Legion had received some terrible news: the Emperor Uriel Septim VII and all his heirs were assassinated. This news shocked the Legion and Sarian grew to feel a cold shadow spread over the Empire as well, but he resumed his duties to the Empire and to Namira by assisting the poor around Seyda Neen. A few months later, a new report came in; the Imperial Legion was to withdraw completely from Morrowind, however, Sarian refused to leave with the Legion, effectively deserting it. Sarian afterwards attempted to pledge services to House Redoran, but came too late and watched as Ald'ruhn burned to the ground and was destroyed by the forces of Mehrunes Dagon. Fleeing for his life, Sarian choice to hide and wait out the Oblivion Crisis in Seyda Neen. A while after the Oblivion Crisis passed, Sarian heard rumors of another conflict brewing with the Argonians, and so he packed up his alchemical supplies, grabbed his equipment and headed to Tear, where he now currently stays at an Inn, offering freelance mercenary work as well as medicine to those who need it. But, after all, who'd trust a stranger like him, right?
  

 

[Boethiah]

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Name: Sarian Valgus
Age: 29
Birthsign: Tower
Gender: Male
Race: Imperial
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 207 lbs.
Affiliations: Ex-Imperial Legion, House Redoran
Religion: Devotee of Namira
Languages: Cyrodiilic, Dunmeris

• Inventory
• Extra Info
• Bio

• 
  Apparel: Simple brown shirt, pants, and leather boots for casual wear, Chitin Plate Armor when wandering.
  Weapons: A steel axe, iron shield, and a silver dagger
  What's not Equipped: A small spider named Fjura, a couple healing potions, basic alchemy equipment, and a Nirnroot.
  
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  Sexual Preference: Pansexual
  Likes: Spiders, Wine, Alchemy, Ashlanders, Namira, House Redoran
  Dislikes: The Legion, Illusion Magic, Mehrunes Dagon, Imperial Cult
  
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  Sarian was your typical Imperial kid. He grew up poor in the city of Kvatch, but due to his hardworking mother the Valguses always had at least something to eat, he idolised the Legion and wished to become a Legionnaire when he grew up, and all sorts of things. However, he had one thing that set him apart from most children; his father was a High Elf, making Sarian 1/2 Imperial, 1/2 Altmer. This was something that wasn't kept a secret, it didn't really need to be, but it was a source of torment among some of the other kids in Kvatch, who called him "knife-ear", and "Mutt" because of it. It wasn't all bad for Sarian though, as he did earn a couple friends for it, and most people who didn't know that he was an Altmer-Imperial half-breed generally wouldn't realize it until told. For his unique parentage, Sarian took most of his likeness from his Imperial mother, but did inherit the pointed ears and some of the sharper features of the Altmer, and his skin was tinged a slight golden brown as well as his hair being very light when compared to others.
  
  Growing up, Sarian's father passed away early due to illness, leaving the already poor family with even less to survive on, and in need for gold, as a child Sarian took up an apprenticeship at the Chapel as a healer to try and get more septims. His childhood was rife with bullying due to his parentage and/or lack of a father, leaving Sarian to come to despise his Elven heritage for most of his childhood.
  
  When he turned 16, Sarian's mother passed away due to the same illness that claimed his father years ago, and left Sarian with a little inheritance; a longsword and quite a bit of gold. Using the money, he enrolled with the Legion, knowing full well that he'd be unable to live by himself. Finally, he had a place he belonged and a place that didn't make him feel like an impovrished outcast.
  
  Tragedy struck one day while on patrol out on the Gold Road, when he came by a group of bandits took his patrol by surprise, capturing him and his other men, Sarian getting a deep wound in his face, leaving his left eye blind and whited out. Imprisoned in the Bandit's camp out in a cave for ransom, Sarian the other Imperial Legion soldiers were given precious little food and kept in dank, dark conditions with very little light. They stayed there for almost a full month, with some of the other men dying from starvation, others from dehydration when the Bandits had all but forgotten they were there. Sarian, convinced that nobody was coming to rescue them, resorted to the unthinkable.
  
  Starving and without any food or even rats to eat, Sarian was forced to cannibalize one of his own men, and in doing so, received a strange vision. One where a strange woman appeared next to him, and comforted him, whispering how everything would be fine. At that point, a screaming came from the bandits and the Legion had showed up to rescue them, and saw that they were a little too late. Refusing to comment on what he did and feeling deep regret for it, Sarian saw for the first time the terrible scar that graced his face and felt like he let his whole platoon down, this combined with his regrets nearly drove the young man to suicide, believing that life wouldn't get any better no matter how hard he worked. That night, while he slept, he dreamed of being stuck in a place of near pitch-black darkness, surrounded by emaciated beggars, the sick, and the scarred, with what little ground being shown being little more than a sludgy mess with spiders and various insects lining the walls. Although at first he saw the squalor and was afraid for his life and disgusted by all of it, he caught a glimpse once again of that woman that had visited his cell that day he cannibalized his men. He saw that the woman was scarred and covered in varioius wounds and signs of disease, and her blood-stained mouth curled in a gentle smile. Beckoning him forward, he got up from where he was sitting and went to the figure, who introduced herself as Namira. Observing his life and being intrigued by it, she told him that she was pleased that he did what he had to to survive the way he did, and told him his scars weren't anything to fret about. At that moment, he began to truly perceive the squalor around him, and saw it as a comforting place where people like him could escape to, the dream ending with Namira wrapping her arms around him.
  
  Upon waking, Sarian came to contemplate the dream he had, and realized that he no longer held any regret toward what happened that day and his scar held very little meaning to him. With renewed vigor, he resumed his service in the Imperial Legion, and began worshipping Namira from that day forward.
  
  When he was 23, he was stationed out near Morrowind, helping training some Legion soldiers and leading raids on bandits there, all the while brushing up on the Alchemy he had learned during his childhood as a Chapel healer, putting it to good use concoting poisons and healing potions for his men. Living in Seyda Neen, he grew to love Morrowind, despite the apparent suspicious attitude of its native Dunmer. However things were disturbing yet again when the Legion had received some terrible news: the Emperor Uriel Septim VII and all his heirs were assassinated. This news shocked the Legion and Sarian grew to feel a cold shadow spread over the Empire as well, but he resumed his duties to the Empire and to Namira by assisting the poor around Seyda Neen. A few months later, a new report came in; the Imperial Legion was to withdraw completely from Morrowind, however, Sarian refused to leave with the Legion, effectively deserting it. Sarian afterwards attempted to pledge services to House Redoran, but came too late and watched as Ald'ruhn burned to the ground and was destroyed by the forces of Mehrunes Dagon. Fleeing for his life, Sarian choice to hide and wait out the Oblivion Crisis in Seyda Neen. A while after the Oblivion Crisis passed, Sarian heard rumors of another conflict brewing with the Argonians, and so he packed up his alchemical supplies, grabbed his equipment and headed to Tear, where he now currently stays at an Inn, offering freelance mercenary work as well as medicine to those who need it. But, after all, who'd trust a stranger like him, right?
  

Accepted

 

[Locklaklazarii]

going to wait for at least one more before we start... hopefully