Shipwrecked on Solstheim [With Tugboats]

[DikkeVetteVlinder]

I'd say we keep the CS simple;


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Age:


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Personality:


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Style:


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[Tugboats]

I think I'll just check what kind of character we have missing from the RP before I make my second one, but the first one is finished somewhat.

 

[DikkeVetteVlinder]

Alrighty!


As it's getting late here and I have a big presentation tomorrow, I'll finish mine somewhere tomorrow ^^

 

[Tugboats]

No problem.

 

[DikkeVetteVlinder]

Name: Silne Grey-Eye


Age: 24


Profession: Archeologist


Personality: Silne is rather quiet. She's not very social, not very patient and mostly focussed on her work. That does not mean she is outright unfriendly. More that she has little time for chit-chat. She's a hard worker with very little desire for fame. She is mostly obsessed by the dwemer ruins and the artifacts they hold. Though not after fame, Silne does have a soft spot for wealth and has no issue robbing tombs of their money in the name of archeology.


She doesn't get attached to people very quickly and has a rather small circle of friends. She also doesn't care very much for the tensions in the country. As far as she's concerned, the Dark Elves should just get a job, the High Elves need to find a hobby and Ulfric needs to get laid. She has never really been one for politics. She does see that the dragons are a threat, but is convinced it can be solved by just sending enough people with swords after them.


Background: Silne was born in Windhelm. Her father was an archeologist, which is how she got into it. From a young age, she went along on trips until she was old enough to go for herself.


Her mother was a member of the guard and often tried to get her to pick up swordfighting so she can properly defend herself, but Silne never really had any interest in fighting. She much rather sneaked around and avoided bloodshed wherever possible.


The reason she is off to Solstheim is partially out of curiousity, but also to be away from the civil war.


Style: She's not really a fighter. She does have a dagger that functions mostly as a tool, so when threatened she'd be most likely to try to use that to defend herself. She can do a few spells, healing for instance, but nothing she'll win a battle with.


Extra:


- Big fascination with the dwemer


Appearance: http://i206.photobucket.com/albums/bb46/Virtuxa/Skyrim2/2015-01-01_00027_zps42366ad3.jpg


Name: Eriseya


Age: 26


Profession: Sword for hire, more or less


Personality: For an Altmer, she is uncharacteristically modest, not to say insecure. This is partially a thing that kinda runs in the family, but her lack of talent for magic also contributed to it. However, she is more confident in battle. It's mostly socially that she's not very outfront.


She is rather patient, but quick to judge, as she has to be able to spot danger before it jams a dagger between her ribs. She does adjust her opinion if people prove themselves to be trustworthy, however.


She worries a bit too quickly and often finds herself needing to talk to someone about the things that worry her. She is not someone to let things go easily. She can keep thinking about little things and how she could have done them better. Because of all this overanalyzing, she is also prone to blaming herself for things that may not even be entirely her fault, which is why she often needs outside feedback; it keeps her thoughts straight.


Background: She was born in Cyrodiil, Bruma. Growing up, she had little connection with other altmer in the city. They saw her fighting style as a bit of a cheap thing. Except for one of them. Serion. Serion was a rather silent bloke who had been fighting in heavy armor and with a two-handed blade for years and and when Eriseya was in her early twenties, the man started teaching her what he knew. Despite the fact that he was quite a bit older than her, they soon became friends and it was then that she learned that he was involved in a group that worked against the Dominion, from the inside out, even though they hadn't really accomplished very much yet.


She got involved a little in it as well, finding herself really agreeing with their points of view.


About a year ago, however, Serion and a friend got caught while infiltrating and set up. During a patrol, they got ambushed by real justiciars and left for dead. Rumor had it that Serion got away, but there is no proof of that.


It had other unexpected consequences; someone appeared to have talked, and now everyone from that group was more or less on the run, Eriseya as well, and that is why she decided to flee for Solstheim.


Style: Heavy armor and onehanded, often with a shield


Extra: //


Appearance: https://40.media.tumblr.com/52dc5fa7f5c597e286af73e05b94196a/tumblr_ngy9buvlSq1sm6xexo5_540.jpg

 

[Tugboats]

Name: Azarain


Age: 35


Profession: Mage


Personality: Azarain is a bit of a know-it-all. He can be a bit frustrating and stubborn, and often thinks that his own plan of action is the best way, regardless of whether this is the truth. He isn't much of a people person and usually sees himself more as a manager than a friend to any people he knows. There are a select few that he treats respectfully, and most of them are highly skilled in magic. Outside of this, he is somewhat humorless and often finds himself being the butt of jokes he wouldn't find funny nonetheless.


Background: Azarain was born in Windhelm to a family too poor to sustain itself when the child came. He was given to a traveler, who eventually took the boy to the orphanage in Riften. There, he was often treated poorly by many of the other children, as well as Grelod the Kind. However, he began to display some ability to use magic. After an incident with hair catching fire, the other kids more or less did as he said, up until he was taken to the College of Winterhold.


He studied there for almost twenty years before deciding that with his power over Destruction, he would be better suited to a more prestigious life. Before long, he was set up to be a court wizard, that is until Azarain withdrew from the deal to learn more about magic. Hoping to learn from master mages of his own race, he hopes to visit Tel Mithryn and see what he can learn from Master Neloth about further magic.


Style: Destruction Magic. Azarain can use many Fire and Lightning spells, but considers ice a much less useful group as "These barbarians are used to being cold" He has an elven knife, which is enchanted with lightning damage, but rarely ever touches the thing.


Extra: Seeks increased knowledge of magic with a passion.


Appearance: Azarain is thin and small, even by Dunmer standards, being around 5' 4" compared to the average of 5'9". He often wears a hood, and his long, black hair is kept in a ponytail behind him. He has tried to grow a beard, following suit with many wizards, but has found that his facial hair simply does not come in well, and has remained shaven since.


Something like this picture, minus the facial hair. and with a ponytail, as well as the blue robes, but the face is accurate for what I'm imagining.


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Would you like to make the first post or should I?

 

[DikkeVetteVlinder]

Could you do it? I'm very sleepy, so any starter will probably be shit :')

 

[Tugboats]

Aedan was glad to see his first voyage on the new ship actually had passengers. It was a small boat with only room for a few beds beneath the deck. However, The Sparrow was a fast ship and could make the trip to Solstheim quickly, as well as doing so without being checked by guards.


Aedan knew that this meant that the Breton, Altmer, and Dunmer he had were either criminals, or didn't mind being among criminals. Not that the ex-pirate had room to judge others for being criminals. However, none of the others really seemed to be all that violent. Two of them carried knives, and the other had a blade. As it turned out Aedan was the one most ready, with a sword at each hip. There hadn't been all that much fraternizing, what with everyone likely being somewhat suspicious of why the others wanted to leave without the gaze of guards. Most of what he had said to them involved him having a ship and accepting payment for a ride to Solstheim.


They were only a few hours out, but the clouds above had changed to a menacing shade of dark grey. He stayed at the wheel as the sea became rougher. There hadn't been much sign of any weather when they shoved off near Winterhold, but it looked like they would have to deal with this storm before they landed.


As if he realized it, the wind began to pick up, tilting the small boat a bit. Aedan called into the trapdoor to the hold. "I need everyone up on the deck!"


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Azarain, after getting onto the ship spent his time either asleep or reading. While he had a passing interest in the other passengers, it didn't appear that either of them wanted to speak with him, so he tucked away. He decided it would be unnecessary to deal with them for much longer, so his trip would be a quiet one. At least until the ship groaned, and they were called up onto the deck. He sighed, dropping the book into his robe and, from his bed nearest the trapdoor, popped out onto the deck. His hood was blown off of his head by the wind, and one glance at the clouds showed that a storm had blown in, as if from nowhere.

 

[Tugboats]

Are you still alive?