Fandom Skyrim: Alduin's head

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[Fanta1]

Name:


Nickname:


Age:


Description:


Species: (stick to game species)


Class: (like do you focus on stealth, magika, warrior)


Primary weapon: (can change)


Secondary weapon: (can change)


Personality:


Bio:


Horse, no horse: (optional)


Gender:


Skills: (optional, includes magic, and you can change what spells you have later when you learn new ones.)


Weakness: (optional)


More:


(We all start out kind of beginners, you can have some spells, but nothing to powerful, you choose where you want to start, it's a very free rp, and stuff, we are all dragon born too, so have fun.)


 
Name: Mason


Nickname: none


Age: 34


Description:<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_08/image.jpg.64d22c8a95d55f7c64a8d58428fb0802.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="66329" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_08/image.jpg.64d22c8a95d55f7c64a8d58428fb0802.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>


Species: Brenton


Class: warrior (dabbles in magic)


Primary weapon: Iron, Nord sword <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_08/image.jpg.8b16e30250a37f211ef42c5e5fb1da97.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="66330" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_08/image.jpg.8b16e30250a37f211ef42c5e5fb1da97.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>


Secondary weapon : long bow <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_08/image.jpg.8cb19e1333c8e31da623e57ba82a889a.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="66331" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_08/image.jpg.8cb19e1333c8e31da623e57ba82a889a.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>


Personality: kind hearted, helps out when he can, but still needs to eat, many a times caught for thieving but escapes before anything could happen...until now. If he trusts you he will try his best to protect you, after he knows he will be safe... Smart mouthed, and clever. He may be a questionable hero, but he's a questionable hero you want on your side. (Just thought of this, he's kind of like dead pool if you think about it)


Bio: was born in a plagued town, he was rushed out of the city as a child, so he would not become I'll like the rest of the city. He grew up without a family, stealing what he could to survive, his child hood reflects who he is today. He accidentally killed a guard when he was trying to escape from a town, that saw him stealing. He hopped on a horse and ran off, when a guard tried to stop him the horse trampled him. He was sent to a small prison far up on one of the many icy mountains in skyrim, where he would rot until the end of his days...or so he thought.


(No horse)


Gender: male


Skills: small flame magic, and of course shouts, but he can't unlock any of them yet, has nothing to loose, skilled with swords, expert thief.


Weaknesses: self centered, trouble trusting people, weak archery skills, and magic skills


More: (obtains his weapons after he escapes the jail: rest found in rp)

 

[starlightredux]

Name:

Varlais Camoran



Nickname:

V, Vee.



Age:

26



Species:

Bosmer/Wood Elf.



Class:

None currently (explained in "More").



Primary weapon:

Small elven dagger.



Secondary weapon:

Bow.



Personality:

Curious, a knowledge-seeker, a tinkerer. If it's able to be broken, she'll pull it apart just to see how it works. She often goes delving deep into dangerous ruins just to find something to mess with. Whenever something's going down, she wants to get as close to the action as she can; obviously, this doesn't always end well. She loves people and she loves talking about her discoveries, but due to her vagabond lifestyle, she's often left on her own. When she actually finds a friend or someone to talk to, she becomes over-excited and talks practically non-stop, even coming off as clingy or air headed. The loneliness she grew up in has left her far too reckless and far too willing to rush into relationships, romantic or otherwise.



Bio:

Born in Valenwood, though she was abandoned at the Riften docks at a young age, probably due to the fact that she was an orphan and had no family to miss her anyhow. Regardless of the odd circumstances, the Riften orphanage took her in and it was there that she had to persevere through her younger years. As she grew older she took an interest in magic and mechanics, and began working with the alchemist in town. Around the age of 20 she finally left and began traveling, and currently she's traveling to the College of Winterhold in hopes of becoming a scholar and possibly, a mage.



Horse, no horse:

No horse currently.



Gender:

Female.



Skills:

Breaking things, fixing them again, anything that involves tinkering or puzzle-solving. She's pretty stealthy, given where she grew up, and the one piece of magic she knows is the magelight spell -which she typically just uses to read in the dark.



Weakness:

Reckless, too curious for her own good, not good with weapons/warrior type skills.



More:

Preparing to leave Riften -or stopping off in Whiterun, depending on where the roleplay starts. Not very skilled in any particular class yet, she's focused more on scholarly pursuits than fighting.



{{ Hi! ;u; This looks super fun! Is this form alright? }}

 

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Name:

Varlais Camoran



Nickname:

V, Vee.



Age:

26



Species:

Bosmer/Wood Elf.



Class:

None currently (explained in "More").



Primary weapon:

Small elven dagger.



Secondary weapon:

Bow.



Personality:

Curious, a knowledge-seeker, a tinkerer. If it's able to be broken, she'll pull it apart just to see how it works. She often goes delving deep into dangerous ruins just to find something to mess with. Whenever something's going down, she wants to get as close to the action as she can; obviously, this doesn't always end well. She loves people and she loves talking about her discoveries, but due to her vagabond lifestyle, she's often left on her own. When she actually finds a friend or someone to talk to, she becomes over-excited and talks practically non-stop, even coming off as clingy or air headed. The loneliness she grew up in has left her far too reckless and far too willing to rush into relationships, romantic or otherwise.



Bio:

Born in Valenwood, though she was abandoned at the Riften docks at a young age, probably due to the fact that she was an orphan and had no family to miss her anyhow. Regardless of the odd circumstances, the Riften orphanage took her in and it was there that she had to persevere through her younger years. As she grew older she took an interest in magic and mechanics, and began working with the alchemist in town. Around the age of 20 she finally left and began traveling, and currently she's traveling to the College of Winterhold in hopes of becoming a scholar and possibly, a mage.



Horse, no horse:

No horse currently.



Gender:

Female.



Skills:

Breaking things, fixing them again, anything that involves tinkering or puzzle-solving. She's pretty stealthy, given where she grew up, and the one piece of magic she knows is the magelight spell -which she typically just uses to read in the dark.



Weakness:

Reckless, too curious for her own good, not good with weapons/warrior type skills.



More:

Preparing to leave Riften -or stopping off in Whiterun, depending on where the roleplay starts. Not very skilled in any particular class yet, she's focused more on scholarly pursuits than fighting.



{{ Hi! ;u; This looks super fun! Is this form alright? }}

accepted, awesome we can start when one more person joins, and if we don't get anyone for a while, we can start, and go from there

 

[Rook]

Name: Legate Octe Montebello


Nickname: Just Octe


Age: 28


Description:

Species: Imperial nobility


Class: Imperial Tank

Primary weapon: Steel longsword


Secondary weapon: N/A for now


Personality: Octe is very formal around her friends. She dislikes attention from anyone other than those under her command, but is incidently a very powerful public speaker. She is a natural leader, which has gained her much infamy in the legion based in Skyrim. Even General Tulius listened to her advice in certain tough situations. For all her tactful wisdom, Octe prefers to be in the field, leading her soldiers in battle. She isnt a friendly person, but she will adapt to situations in order to keep under her superiors good graces.


Bio: Octe was born into a family of warriors- her father a general and her mother a warrior in court. She was their firstborn, but this led to much dissatisfaction from her father, who desired deeply to have born a son to pass on his family name. She attempted to become as beautiful as possible to make him hpapy, priding herself on her jewels and dresses and social circles. But nothing she did could ever impress her father, who had lived nearly his entire life on the battlefield. Octe soon realized how little everything she prided herself on meant in life- her friends, jewels, and dresses would matter little once she was forced to make her own decisions. She joined the legion, replacing her sashes with swords, her headresses with helmets, and dresses with hardened steel. Thanks to her father's teachings, she became incredibly skilled in both combat and tactful planning, General Tulius himself elected her to the rank of Legate, putting her in charge of a small platoon of soldiers. They became known far and wide for their never ending victories, until the dragons returned. Well, for the second time at least. A single dragon managed to slay all but herself and one other man- a khajiit named Razum'dar. When they struck the beast, a sort of power enveloped Razum'dar, and after some investigation, Octe confirmed that he was indeed dragonborn. She pledged herself as his eternal companion and left the legion, keeping only her cavalry horse and her battle gear.


Horse, no horse: A black horse adorned with an imperial saddle.


Gender: Octe is a woman


Skills: She is a skilled warrior, but lacks the weapons to fully show her abilities.


Weakness: Octe has very few friends other than Raz. She is prideful, and often relies too heavily on the ifluence of her family name rather than her own strengths.


More: N/A


Name: Razum'dar


Nickname: Raz, but only Octe refers to him as this


Age: 34


Description:

Species: Khajiit


Class: Brawler


Primary weapon: He wears daedric gauntlets, and fights only with his fists


Personality: Raz is a bit of a goof. He is often oblivious to serious situations, and makes perverted jokes constantly. Octe is the only person he truly listens to, even though she insists that he ceases to treat her like his commanding officer. He can always see the positive in any situation, but when he goes into battle, his aloof attitude disappears entirely. Raz's ears flatten, his mouth curls up into a hiss, and he will stop at nothing to achieve victory.


Bio: Razum'dar was originally the personal aid to Legate Octe Montebello, aiding her in her fights against the rebels in Skyrim. But he wasn't always with the legion- he was offered a choice when the authorities caught him selling skooma. Join the legion, or go to prison. He of course chose to join the legion, but was surprised to find that Octe had specifically chosen him to join her platoon. Raz later found out that Montebello had found out about his trial and felt compassion for him, influencing the court to allow him to join the legion. When he asked her why, she simply answered: "It just seemed like the right thing to do at the time. We all have our personal demons- who cares if you struggle with skooma? I certainly dont." Since then, he has dedicated his life to protecting her, even though he is a dragonborn.


Horse, no horse: A palomino horse with no saddle.


Gender: Male


Skills: Raz fights without weapons or shields- thanks to his muddy past, he ended up stealing a pair of deadric gauntlets from the Vigil of Stendar, and they act as both his shield and his weapon.


Weakness: Arrows are a constant threat, thanks to his wearing ancient nordic armor and not carrying a shield.


More: N/A

 

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Name: Legate Octe Montebello
Nickname: Just Octe


Age: 28


Description:

Species: Imperial nobility


Class: Imperial Tank

Primary weapon: Steel longsword


Secondary weapon: N/A for now


Personality: Octe is very formal around her friends. She dislikes attention from anyone other than those under her command, but is incidently a very powerful public speaker. She is a natural leader, which has gained her much infamy in the legion based in Skyrim. Even General Tulius listened to her advice in certain tough situations. For all her tactful wisdom, Octe prefers to be in the field, leading her soldiers in battle. She isnt a friendly person, but she will adapt to situations in order to keep under her superiors good graces.


Bio: Octe was born into a family of warriors- her father a general and her mother a warrior in court. She was their firstborn, but this led to much dissatisfaction from her father, who desired deeply to have born a son to pass on his family name. She attempted to become as beautiful as possible to make him hpapy, priding herself on her jewels and dresses and social circles. But nothing she did could ever impress her father, who had lived nearly his entire life on the battlefield. Octe soon realized how little everything she prided herself on meant in life- her friends, jewels, and dresses would matter little once she was forced to make her own decisions. She joined the legion, replacing her sashes with swords, her headresses with helmets, and dresses with hardened steel. Thanks to her father's teachings, she became incredibly skilled in both combat and tactful planning, General Tulius himself elected her to the rank of Legate, putting her in charge of a small platoon of soldiers. They became known far and wide for their never ending victories, until the dragons returned. Well, for the second time at least. A single dragon managed to slay all but herself and one other man- a khajiit named Razum'dar. When they struck the beast, a sort of power enveloped Razum'dar, and after some investigation, Octe confirmed that he was indeed dragonborn. She pledged herself as his eternal companion and left the legion, keeping only her cavalry horse and her battle gear.


Horse, no horse: A black horse adorned with an imperial saddle.


Gender: Octe is a woman


Skills: She is a skilled warrior, but lacks the weapons to fully show her abilities.


Weakness: Octe has very few friends other than Raz. She is prideful, and often relies too heavily on the ifluence of her family name rather than her own strengths.


More: N/A


Name: Razum'dar


Nickname: Raz, but only Octe refers to him as this


Age: 34


Description:

Species: Khajiit


Class: Brawler


Primary weapon: He wears daedric gauntlets, and fights only with his fists


Personality: Raz is a bit of a goof. He is often oblivious to serious situations, and makes perverted jokes constantly. Octe is the only person he truly listens to, even though she insists that he ceases to treat her like his commanding officer. He can always see the positive in any situation, but when he goes into battle, his aloof attitude disappears entirely. Raz's ears flatten, his mouth curls up into a hiss, and he will stop at nothing to achieve victory.


Bio: Razum'dar was originally the personal aid to Legate Octe Montebello, aiding her in her fights against the rebels in Skyrim. But he wasn't always with the legion- he was offered a choice when the authorities caught him selling skooma. Join the legion, or go to prison. He of course chose to join the legion, but was surprised to find that Octe had specifically chosen him to join her platoon. Raz later found out that Montebello had found out about his trial and felt compassion for him, influencing the court to allow him to join the legion. When he asked her why, she simply answered: "It just seemed like the right thing to do at the time. We all have our personal demons- who cares if you struggle with skooma? I certainly dont." Since then, he has dedicated his life to protecting her, even though he is a dragonborn.


Horse, no horse: A palomino horse with no saddle.


Gender: Male


Skills: Raz fights without weapons or shields- thanks to his muddy past, he ended up stealing a pair of deadric gauntlets from the Vigil of Stendar, and they act as both his shield and his weapon.


Weakness: Arrows are a constant threat, thanks to his wearing ancient nordic armor and not carrying a shield.


More: N/A

Accepted

 

[SupremeCourtney]

Name: Urzul


Nickname: None


Age: 25

Species: Orc


Class: Stealth


Primary weapon: Orc bow


Secondary weapon: Orc dagger


Personality: Independent, but loves the company of others and is very ready to lend a helping hand if needed. Has an undying sense of spirit, it takes a lot to bring her down and crush her hopes. Lighthearted and cheery, very quick to laugh and does not take much seriously. Unlike many other Orcs, she does not seek out battle, but would much rather solve conflicts with words over her bow. She loves nature and spends much of her time in the woodlands of Skyrim, hunting, watching animals, and collecting ingredients to sell. She aspires to perfect her archery and go to Valenwood someday and learn from the masters and has a great fascination with Wood Elf culture. She also has an insatiable hunger to learn, as she does from most passing scholars and mages she meets on her travels.


Bio: Born into a Orc stronghold as the daughter's chief, many thing were expected of her at the moment of her birth. But Urzul had other plans. Instead of learning from her father, she spent much of her time avoiding his disapproving gaze and going out with the hunters and her Huntswife mother to catch game and explore the land around the stronghold. Her freedom-loving and independent spirit clashed with the views of her conservative father who had other plans for her daughter, so he tried to confin her to the stronghold, but Urzul always found a way out. Despite her larger body compared to most other races, she quickly adapted to keeping to the shadows and became quick proficient at sneaking and stealing (mostly food that didn't belong to her). Her father tried to teach her the ways of the sword and shield, along with heavy armor. But she found herself drawn to the arts of the bow, along with the freedom of wearing light armor. She learned the skills she preferred from her mother, who secretly approved of her daughter's spirit and only wanted to let Urzul be happy. When her time came, Urzul was called upon by her father to marry out the stronghold and become the wife of another young cheiftain, who had sent over a courting gift of a strong, young war dog, which Urzul quickly fell in love with. Displeased, she left her stronghold and took her new dog with her, and was quickly banished by her father, leaving behind her friends and supportive mother. From then on, Urzul found her place as an adventurer, traveling from town to town with her loyal dog, selling game and ingredients, partying in inns, and living a life without boundaries.


Horse, no horse: No horse, but a dog named Shamar


Gender: Female


Skills: Archery, light armor, sneaking. She's a great help in the woods, proficient in finding and building shelter as well as identifying certain ingredients and safe things to eat. Has a way with animals, too.


Weakness: Close combat, due to her fighting tendencies. She can hold her own for a bit with her hunting dagger, but not long.


More: N/A

 

[Fanta1]

Name: Urzul
Nickname: None


Age: 25

Species: Orc


Class: Stealth


Primary weapon: Orc bow


Secondary weapon: Orc dagger


Personality: Independent, but loves the company of others and is very ready to lend a helping hand if needed. Has an undying sense of spirit, it takes a lot to bring her down and crush her hopes. Lighthearted and cheery, very quick to laugh and does not take much seriously. Unlike many other Orcs, she does not seek out battle, but would much rather solve conflicts with words over her bow. She loves nature and spends much of her time in the woodlands of Skyrim, hunting, watching animals, and collecting ingredients to sell. She aspires to perfect her archery and go to Valenwood someday and learn from the masters and has a great fascination with Wood Elf culture. She also has an insatiable hunger to learn, as she does from most passing scholars and mages she meets on her travels.


Bio: Born into a Orc stronghold as the daughter's chief, many thing were expected of her at the moment of her birth. But Urzul had other plans. Instead of learning from her father, she spent much of her time avoiding his disapproving gaze and going out with the hunters and her Huntswife mother to catch game and explore the land around the stronghold. Her freedom-loving and independent spirit clashed with the views of her conservative father who had other plans for her daughter, so he tried to confin her to the stronghold, but Urzul always found a way out. Despite her larger body compared to most other races, she quickly adapted to keeping to the shadows and became quick proficient at sneaking and stealing (mostly food that didn't belong to her). Her father tried to teach her the ways of the sword and shield, along with heavy armor. But she found herself drawn to the arts of the bow, along with the freedom of wearing light armor. She learned the skills she preferred from her mother, who secretly approved of her daughter's spirit and only wanted to let Urzul be happy. When her time came, Urzul was called upon by her father to marry out the stronghold and become the wife of another young cheiftain, who had sent over a courting gift of a strong, young war dog, which Urzul quickly fell in love with. Displeased, she left her stronghold and took her new dog with her, and was quickly banished by her father, leaving behind her friends and supportive mother. From then on, Urzul found her place as an adventurer, traveling from town to town with her loyal dog, selling game and ingredients, partying in inns, and living a life without boundaries.


Horse, no horse: No horse, but a dog named Shamar


Gender: Female


Skills: Archery, light armor, sneaking. She's a great help in the woods, proficient in finding and building shelter as well as identifying certain ingredients and safe things to eat. Has a way with animals, too.


Weakness: Close combat, due to her fighting tendencies. She can hold her own for a bit with her hunting dagger, but not long.


More: N/A

Accepted

 

[Archie]

Name: Caius Thespian


Nickname: Cay, brawn, Caius the Lame (after his limp leg)


Age: 18


Description:


Species: Imperial (Human)


Class: Archer, minor alteration mage, bard


Primary weapon: Imperial Bow


Secondary weapon: Poisoned dagger


Personality: Mercantile, energetic, and not the most deft but someone hating the failure of his family in life and wanting radial changes and seeking profit. He wants to boldly diverge from any situation he's in and is impatient and stubborn, frustrated at almost all things, but fortunately almost no people. He's a deep drinking ale buddy and loves the good life. Some of his better qualities include his ignoring of pain, long term or short snaps, and his loyalty as a friend, as he never wants anyone to feel the sense of abandonment he did when he was sold. Shaped by his impoverished and forsaken childhood, he'll do anything to climb the ranks and move events. An actor at heart, he plays what role suits him in the moment.


Bio: Born into a poor imperial family, Caius's family of former merchants had to sell their wealth son illegally to a man who relocated him and his new servant north to Skyrim to run a business. Murdered by the Stormcloaks, the master left his entire household without a will. Before it could be inherited by any of his relatives, Caius sold the Whiterun residence and all its properties on his dead master's behalf to a man in Falkreath, running off to Solitude with the money where he practiced accents, his limited alteration talents, and making money. He became a hunter and a salesman with multiple sources of income. Now, aged only 18, he's ready to stake out a fortune for himself in the world, passing for a nord or imperial as it goes.


Horse, no horse: Horse, a quarterhorse named Mercer


Gender: Male


Skills: Alteration spells in being able to breath underwater and quicken the process of dying leather, as well as a number of other industrial applications like quickening the smeltering of steel or extracting glue from bones. All this makes him a great improviser at coming up with new poisons and weapons, but isn't useful in combat. In combat, his knife skills, bow skills, and throwing skills are on point, and he values speed over the power of shots.


Weakness: Caius limps ever since he broke a bone and didn't set it right, and he's not a fast runner for that reason. While he watches his diet and buffs up, he's also got chronic heart problems and frequent fainting and fatigue spells that are only solved by tonics or smoking certain substances, if he can get his hands on them.

 

[Fanta1]

Name: Caius Thespian


Nickname: Cay, brawn, Caius the Lame (after his limp leg)


Age: 18


Description:


Species: Imperial (Human)


Class: Archer, minor alteration mage, bard


Primary weapon: Imperial Bow


Secondary weapon: Poisoned dagger


Personality: Mercantile, energetic, and not the most deft but someone hating the failure of his family in life and wanting radial changes and seeking profit. He wants to boldly diverge from any situation he's in and is impatient and stubborn, frustrated at almost all things, but fortunately almost no people. He's a deep drinking ale buddy and loves the good life. Some of his better qualities include his ignoring of pain, long term or short snaps, and his loyalty as a friend, as he never wants anyone to feel the sense of abandonment he did when he was sold. Shaped by his impoverished and forsaken childhood, he'll do anything to climb the ranks and move events. An actor at heart, he plays what role suits him in the moment.


Bio: Born into a poor imperial family, Caius's family of former merchants had to sell their wealth son illegally to a man who relocated him and his new servant north to Skyrim to run a business. Murdered by the Stormcloaks, the master left his entire household without a will. Before it could be inherited by any of his relatives, Caius sold the Whiterun residence and all its properties on his dead master's behalf to a man in Falkreath, running off to Solitude with the money where he practiced accents, his limited alteration talents, and making money. He became a hunter and a salesman with multiple sources of income. Now, aged only 18, he's ready to stake out a fortune for himself in the world, passing for a nord or imperial as it goes.


Horse, no horse: Horse, a quarterhorse named Mercer


Gender: Male


Skills: Alteration spells in being able to breath underwater and quicken the process of dying leather, as well as a number of other industrial applications like quickening the smeltering of steel or extracting glue from bones. All this makes him a great improviser at coming up with new poisons and weapons, but isn't useful in combat. In combat, his knife skills, bow skills, and throwing skills are on point, and he values speed over the power of shots.


Weakness: Caius limps ever since he broke a bone and didn't set it right, and he's not a fast runner for that reason. While he watches his diet and buffs up, he's also got chronic heart problems and frequent fainting and fatigue spells that are only solved by tonics or smoking certain substances, if he can get his hands on them.

Accept

 

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[Awesomeking]

Name: Belak Regnu


Nickname:


Age: Unknown


Description: A recent immigrant from the Summerset isles, he is in search of what it means that he has the ability of a dragon born.


Species: Altmere (High Elf)


Class: Magika and strength


Primary weapon: Daedric sword


Secondary weapon: Azuras star


Personality: Calm, collective, yet fierce. Belak is a high elf, as such he is very old by normal mortal means, he can be arrogant and cold. Though he respects almost everyone and their individual beliefs.


Bio: He was a normal member of the Summer-set isle community, until that was, he discovered his dragon born abilities. Since then he began researching history and learning more about his powers, as well as the great divines and the daedra. Having thought to have solved the mystery of his power, he began training as a battle mage, that was until a new clue revealed itself, that clue being Skyrim. Where years prior, the thought to be last dragon born defeated the dreaded Alduin. So he sought out for the harsh northern land, in search of more information about what it meant to be dragon born


Horse, no horse: No


Gender: Male

 

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Name: Belak Regnu
Nickname:


Age: Unknown


Description: A recent immigrant from the Summerset isles, he is in search of what it means that he has the ability of a dragon born.


Species: Altmere (High Elf)


Class: Magika and strength


Primary weapon: Daedric sword


Secondary weapon: Azuras star


Personality: Calm, collective, yet fierce. Belak is a high elf, as such he is very old by normal mortal means, he can be arrogant and cold. Though he respects almost everyone and their individual beliefs.


Bio: He was a normal member of the Summer-set isle community, until that was, he discovered his dragon born abilities. Since then he began researching history and learning more about his powers, as well as the great divines and the daedra. Having thought to have solved the mystery of his power, he began training as a battle mage, that was until a new clue revealed itself, that clue being Skyrim. Where years prior, the thought to be last dragon born defeated the dreaded Alduin. So he sought out for the harsh northern land, in search of more information about what it meant to be dragon born


Horse, no horse: No


Gender: Male

Accepted

 

[Allyator]

Are you still accepting?


Name: Gaia


Nickname: none


Age: 36


Description:

Species: Redguard


Class: warrior


Primary weapon: sword and shield


Secondary weapon: bow


Personality: Gaia is a fine mixture of positive and negative traits. She is wise, clever, and protective but she’s also impatient, short-tempered, and a bitter liar. Although she loves adventure, she can be an occasional coward, jumping at any sudden sounds and movements. She loves to act like the toughest person in town.


She is headstrong and will not tolerate any insults aimed at her and especially not her friends. Gaia can also be a bit inconsiderate. What she thinks of as friendly teasing can hurt the feelings of others. Otherwise, she really does care what others think and can sometimes act downright motherly.


Bio: At a young age, she would sneak away from home and go adventuring through the forest. Everyday, going a little more further than before. Her parents were never happy when she came home covered with bruises and cuts. Eventually, Gaia broke a bone while she was out and her parents forbid her from adventuring. She couldn’t leave town and the guards were told to keep an eye on her.


When she became of age, she immediately left home without so much as a goodbye and set off on her own. Her adventures lasted a few years but she hurt her arm while exploring an old ruin. She returned to her hometown of Falkreath to heal.


Her arm eventually recovered but now she was insecure about going back out into the world. She kept finding excuses for herself so that she wouldn’t leave. But, sitting around all day wasn’t her style and took the job of being a guard since she knows how to handle a weapon. Sometimes, she still thinks about going back out into the world but can never find a reason.


Horse, no horse: None at the moment.


Gender: female


Skills: Swords, blocking, light-armor, some archery, and a tiny bit of lock-picking. Good stamina and can run for days.


Weakness: She hardly knows any magic and isn’t super stealthy since she tends to be loud.


More: She will also never turn down a drink (honey mead is her favorite) or a brawl.

 

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Name: Gaia


Nickname: none


Age: 36


Description:

Species: Redguard


Class: warrior


Primary weapon: sword and shield


Secondary weapon: bow


Personality: Gaia is a fine mixture of positive and negative traits. She is wise, clever, and protective but she’s also impatient, short-tempered, and a bitter liar. Although she loves adventure, she can be an occasional coward, jumping at any sudden sounds and movements. She loves to act like the toughest person in town.


She is headstrong and will not tolerate any insults aimed at her and especially not her friends. Gaia can also be a bit inconsiderate. What she thinks of as friendly teasing can hurt the feelings of others. Otherwise, she really does care what others think and can sometimes act downright motherly.


Bio: At a young age, she would sneak away from home and go adventuring through the forest. Everyday, going a little more further than before. Her parents were never happy when she came home covered with bruises and cuts. Eventually, Gaia broke a bone while she was out and her parents forbid her from adventuring. She couldn’t leave town and the guards were told to keep an eye on her.


When she became of age, she immediately left home without so much as a goodbye and set off on her own. Her adventures lasted a few years but she hurt her arm while exploring an old ruin. She returned to her hometown of Falkreath to heal.


Her arm eventually recovered but now she was insecure about going back out into the world. She kept finding excuses for herself so that she wouldn’t leave. But, sitting around all day wasn’t her style and took the job of being a guard since she knows how to handle a weapon. Sometimes, she still thinks about going back out into the world but can never find a reason.


Horse, no horse: None at the moment.


Gender: female


Skills: Swords, blocking, light-armor, some archery, and a tiny bit of lock-picking. Good stamina and can run for days.


Weakness: She hardly knows any magic and isn’t super stealthy since she tends to be loud.


More: She will also never turn down a drink (honey mead is her favorite) or a brawl.

Accepted