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That I can agree with, though tragic backstories still get old, what ever happened to the old fashioned "I was there at the wrong moment at the wrong time" just like the actual dragonborn
Hmm, im not sure? i think most people dont do that because it dorsnt give them an interesting feature, its just a "whoops, im here." kind of thing and doesnt give them any internal conflict. AYYE BUT theyre nit our characters so its best to leave them be. \\\
 
That I can agree with, though tragic backstories still get old, what ever happened to the old fashioned "I was there at the wrong moment at the wrong time" just like the actual dragonborn

I'd much rather prefer a cliche tragic backstory than the "I was there at the wrong moment at the wrong time." Just me though
 
Hmm, im not sure? i think most people dont do that because it dorsnt give them an interesting feature, its just a "whoops, im here." kind of thing and doesnt give them any internal conflict. AYYE BUT theyre nit our characters so its best to leave them be. \\\
Already doin that
 
Name
Ri'raji

Age
25

Gender
Female

Race
Khajiit

Class
Assassin/Thief
Member of the Thieves Guild and the Nightengales

Abilities
Nightengale: Agent of Stealth ( Cresent Moon )
Shadowcloak of Nocturnal

-Basic destruction mage magic
-Uses dual blades with perfection
-Able to use longswords and bows well
-Heavyswords, warhammers and axes are a no-no.

Appearance

Face= See photo
Ri'raji has a athletic build and slim with wide hips. Her tail is long with a slightly fluffy tip at the end and has a golden bangle around the base of it.
Stands about 6ft1in


Personality

She likes to cut things to the chase. Don't overcompensate conversations as she will get bored and probably pissed off. Doesn't take attitude from anyone and likes to boss others around. A very dominate and assertive woman. Though always kind of angry she can be a great addition to raid groups or posses. Doesn't take kindly to slave owners and rich fat men, such as Jarls.

Bio
Ri'raji was born into a small caravan consisting of her Mother, Father, a few aunts and uncles, some cousins and a plethora of brothers. They were terribly poor and often did not sell their wares due to low quality. One Winter on the roads of Skyrim their pitiful caravan was raided by slave traders, looking for coin and goods to steal or bodies to count. Her Mother and Father were too old along with her aunts and uncles to be of any use. Her brothers, too scarred and imperfect to sell. Ra'raji was young and delicate; perfect for a Jarl's household to entertain. In the court of a Jarl up in the North, she was only 14 when she made her first kill when a servant attempted to touch her tail and ears. Finding out that she was a better fighter than a court entertainer, she was sent off to the fighting pits, in which she excelled at. Climbing her way to the top of the fighting pool she came across the longest running champion of the pits; a massive black orc of the name of Gallth. Ra'raji took her quickness and claws to the advantage and defeated the orc, gaining her an appearance at the Jarl's table at a party surrounded by other rich members of society.
She was mocked and jeered at, not taken seriously because of her race. Breaking her bonds she launched herself at the Jarl and buried her claws into his throat before breaking out and into the world.
Now free, she works for the Thieves guild and joined the Nightengales, finally able to make her own choices.

Until she got caught stealing some Honey Mead from a winery and taken to Helgen.

Likes
-Like minded people
-Charred mammoth steak
-Hunting
-Hot baths
-Open spaces
-Sneaking
-Serving Nocturnal


Dislikes

-Jarls
-People of power
-Stupid people
-Nords
-Government
-Being called 'Kitten' or 'Pussycat'
-Not being able to steal stuff


Weaknesses

-Her ears or tail getting grabbed

-Isn't tanky at all. Can easily be jumped on and overpowered. Prefers to use the shadows and element of surprise to her advantage.

Other
-She has little to no interest to having cubs of her own. Probably unable to due to a stab wound to her abdomen but never cared to check if she could bare children. A mate would be nice though if he could pull his own weight and listen to her.

-Wears Nightengale armor

-Dual daedric blades she looted from a slave trader and used his bones to make piercings

Voice Claim
Cassandra- Dragon Age Inquisition

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Name
Ri'raji

Age
25

Gender
Female

Race
Khajiit

Class
Assassin/Thief
Member of the Thieves Guild and the Nightengales

Abilities
Nightengale: Agent of Stealth ( Cresent Moon )
Shadowcloak of Nocturnal

-Basic destruction mage magic
-Uses dual blades with perfection
-Able to use longswords and bows well
-Heavyswords, warhammers and axes are a no-no.

Appearance

Face= See photo
Ri'raji has a athletic build and slim with wide hips. Her tail is long with a slightly fluffy tip at the end and has a golden bangle around the base of it.
Stands about 6ft1in


Personality

She likes to cut things to the chase. Don't overcompensate conversations as she will get bored and probably pissed off. Doesn't take attitude from anyone and likes to boss others around. A very dominate and assertive woman. Though always kind of angry she can be a great addition to raid groups or posses. Doesn't take kindly to slave owners and rich fat men, such as Jarls.

Bio
Ri'raji was born into a small caravan consisting of her Mother, Father, a few aunts and uncles, some cousins and a plethora of brothers. They were terribly poor and often did not sell their wares due to low quality. One Winter on the roads of Skyrim their pitiful caravan was raided by slave traders, looking for coin and goods to steal or bodies to count. Her Mother and Father were too old along with her aunts and uncles to be of any use. Her brothers, too scarred and imperfect to sell. Ra'raji was young and delicate; perfect for a Jarl's household to entertain. In the court of a Jarl up in the North, she was only 14 when she made her first kill when a servant attempted to touch her tail and ears. Finding out that she was a better fighter than a court entertainer, she was sent off to the fighting pits, in which she excelled at. Climbing her way to the top of the fighting pool she came across the longest running champion of the pits; a massive black orc of the name of Gallth. Ra'raji took her quickness and claws to the advantage and defeated the orc, gaining her an appearance at the Jarl's table at a party surrounded by other rich members of society.
She was mocked and jeered at, not taken seriously because of her race. Breaking her bonds she launched herself at the Jarl and buried her claws into his throat before breaking out and into the world.
Now free, she works for the Thieves guild and joined the Nightengales, finally able to make her own choices.

Until she got caught stealing some Honey Mead from a winery and taken to Helgen.

Likes
-Like minded people
-Charred mammoth steak
-Hunting
-Nudism ( She has no shame in her body. Shes a cat. Fur covers everything. )
-Hot baths
-Open spaces
-Sneaking
-Serving Nocturnal


Dislikes

-Jarls
-People of power
-Stupid people
-Nords
-Government
-Being called 'Kitten' or 'Pussycat'
-Not being able to steal stuff


Weaknesses

-Her ears or tail getting grabbed

-Isn't tanky at all. Can easily be jumped on and overpowered. Prefers to use the shadows and element of surprise to her advantage.

Other
-She has little to no interest to having cubs of her own. Probably unable to due to a stab wound to her abdomen but never cared to check if she could bare children. A mate would be nice though if he could pull his own weight and listen to her.

-Wears Nightengale armor

-Dual daedric blades she looted from a slave trader and used his bones to make piercings

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UGHHH SHES SO AWESOME AHHH. OF COURSE SHE IS ACCEPTE D
 
"I'm just a tiny woman with an axe..."
Name: Nora Blackwall
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Race: Nord
Class: Barbarian
Abilities:
  • War Cry
  • Resist Frost
  • Baby strong af
  • She's rather good with alcemey
  • Near expert with two handed weapons
Appearance: Nora is 5'2.
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Personality: The very definition of I have no clue what I'm doing. She's very unorganized, unorthodox, rarely ever bothers to plan out anything. Nora would must rather charge in and kill everything, then ask questions. But don't let this fool you. She's a kind person with a heart of gold who just found herself with the wrong people. She can also be intelligent when it matters most, and is a rather pleastent person to hang around with. Just, go the love of god, remind her occasional what you're doing or she'll run off and fuck everything up.
Bio: Her life has been a series of wrong place, right time. Or wrong place, wrong time. And right place, but just a bit o-you get the point. She's had an odd bit of luck that most of the time works in her favor. If you ask about her parents, or where she's from, She can't answer because she doesn't remember. Her life began waking up in some dingy old house with a woman she had never seen before in her life. Terrifying lady at that, since she couldn't remember if she had met any orcs before. Yep, that's right. Nora, on the brink of death, was recused by a band of orcs. And so, this ladies and gentleman, is where her story begins. The middle of winter held nothing for the young girl and her broken body. And when questioned about had happened, she'd always come up blank. Eventually the woman who recused her have up trying to find out where she had come from, and decided on taking her in. Odd for an orc, but Nora wasn't complaining. She spent that winter, and most of spring recovering and learning from Grelda and the others before she wanted to learn how to fight. The expected her to pick a bow or even daggers, but Nora picked up an axe. And so they trained her. Like any other orc, it was harsh, and nearly deadly, but she pushes through it. At the age of 15, nearly ten years later, She had to leave when strange men dressed in ebony armor came looking for her. She didn't know why, and since they wouldn't explain themselves, she fled. It tore her apart to leave her family, but she felt it was for the best. Now, alone again and armed with a steel axe, She had to find work in order to survive, which lead her to Whiterun. The Companions were a lovely bunch, and though she wants a memeber, would send her some smaller jobs. She would also do bounties, and things for other people to get money. One such job lead her to what would send her on a quest to find her parents. It was a job to clear out some bandits, the normal jazz. Yet when she stumbled upon their lair, something eerily familiar washed over her. A weak sense of dread as if she knew what was waiting inside. 20 years old, and she had finally found a clue about her past. A simple journal, soaked in blood and adressed to her. Wjy these bandits had it was a mystery, and one she didn't solve as she killed them, but still. It's taken three years but she was getting close, Nora could feel it. If only she hasn't gotten caught in that ambush while she was trying to cross the border. Thanks war, ya done effed up a noble quest.
Likes:*
Dislikes:*
Weaknesses:
  • An obvious one is her height. While she makes up for it in raw strength and skill, amd its easier to hide, it also makes her am easy target to be grabbed, and a well blades low swing can seriously injury her
  • She's impulsive, brash, and not good with plans.
Other:
  • Great singing voice, so she can all make some extra cash as a bard. Hey, adventuring is expensive.
  • Don't don't Lyria. That's the axe. It will end up in your head if you touch her.
 
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  • "There aren't many rules in this business. Firstly, you always share your goods. "
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    Name: Alessandro
    Age: 47
    Gender: Male
    Race: Human/Breton
    Appearance: Didiard stands 6 ft 2, strong body build. Black hair and brown eyes. His signature is a scar that run down his right eye (third pic)
    Personality: As a person, he is a calm and calculated man. He doesn't speak much and always keeps his card until the very end.
    In business, you will see he's the kind of man who thinks of probably everything that could possibly happen and have a way to deal with them. He's also a very disciplined man, always professional on his duty and feels bothered when someone isn't.
    Likes: Jewelry, valuable treasures among skyrim, Keerava's vegetable soup.
    Dislikes: Fake things (jewelry, money, wine,...), unprofessional people.
    Other:


tell me when hes finished!
"I'm just a tiny woman with an axe..."
Name: Nora Blackwall
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Race: Nord
Class: Barbarian
Abilities:
  • War Cry
  • Resist Frost
  • Baby strong af
  • She's rather good with alcemey
  • Near expert with two handed weapons
Appearance: Nora is 5'2.
Personality: The very definition of I have no clue what I'm doing. She's very unorganized, unorthodox, rarely ever bothers to plan out anything. Nora would must rather charge in and kill everything, then ask questions. But don't let this fool you. She's a kind person with a heart of gold who just found herself with the wrong people. She can also be intelligent when it matters most, and is a rather pleastent person to hang around with. Just, go the love of god, remind her occasional what you're doing or she'll run off and fuck everything up.
Bio: Her life has been a series of wrong place, right time. Or wrong place, wrong time. And right place, but just a bit o-you get the point. She's had an odd bit of luck that most of the time works in her favor. If you ask about her parents, or where she's from, She can't answer because she doesn't remember. Her life began waking up in some dingy old house with a woman she had never seen before in her life. Terrifying lady at that, since she couldn't remember if she had met any orcs before. Yep, that's right. Nora, on the brink of death, was recused by a band of orcs. And so, this ladies and gentleman, is where her story begins. The middle of winter held nothing for the young girl and her broken body. And when questioned about had happened, she'd always come up blank. Eventually the woman who recused her have up trying to find out where she had come from, and decided on taking her in. Odd for an orc, but Nora wasn't complaining. She spent that winter, and most of spring recovering and learning from Grelda and the others before she wanted to learn how to fight. The expected her to pick a bow or even daggers, but Nora picked up an axe. And so they trained her. Like any other orc, it was harsh, and nearly deadly, but she pushes through it. At the age of 15, nearly ten years later, She had to leave when strange men dressed in ebony armor came looking for her. She didn't know why, and since they wouldn't explain themselves, she fled. It tore her apart to leave her family, but she felt it was for the best. Now, alone again and armed with a steel axe, She had to find work in order to survive, which lead her to Whiterun. The Companions were a lovely bunch, and though she wants a memeber, would send her some smaller jobs. She would also do bounties, and things for other people to get money. One such job lead her to what would send her on a quest to find her parents. It was a job to clear out some bandits, the normal jazz. Yet when she stumbled upon their lair, something eerily familiar washed over her. A weak sense of dread as if she knew what was waiting inside. 20 years old, and she had finally found a clue about her past. A simple journal, soaked in blood and adressed to her. Wjy these bandits had it was a mystery, and one she didn't solve as she killed them, but still. It's taken three years but she was getting close, Nora could feel it. If only she hasn't gotten caught in that ambush while she was trying to cross the border. Thanks war, ya done effed up a noble quest.
Likes:*
Dislikes:*
Weaknesses:
  • An obvious one is her height. While she makes up for it in raw strength and skill, amd its easier to hide, it also makes her am easy target to be grabbed, and a well blades low swing can seriously injury her
  • She's impulsive, brash, and not good with plans.
Other:
  • Great singing voice, so she can all make some extra cash as a bard. Hey, adventuring is expensive.
  • Don't don't Lyria. That's the axe. It will end up in your head if you touch her.
Ahh i love her! I bet when she meets Milnsi, they'll have a lot in common!
 
Addie Bishop.
22.
Female.

High Elf.
Sorceress.
Addie specializes in all forms of lightning magic.
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After the accident, Addie became more withdrawn from life and tended to focus more on reading and studies and less on adventuring.
As Addie was growing up she was trained to be an archer and she even took on jobs as a mercenary in her late teens. On one job she was captured and tortured for about a month, during that month indescribable things were done to her and they ended it by branding her left arm with their mark. Addie quick to want to forget what happened to her went back to her home and had her family help her remove her left arm ever since then she had all the skills of an expert archer but she couldn't hold a bow, Because of this Addie turned towards magic and ever since then has started to train in the spectral arts. As it stands she can do novice spells but not a lot else.
Likes: Reading, Studying, and Silence.
Dislikes:* Bandits, Snow, and Men.
Addie's left side is undefended since she lost the arm.
Addie is visiting Skyrim for a new life in hopes of forgetting her past.
Vampiricdoll Vampiricdoll
 
Addie Bishop.
22.
Female.

High Elf.
Sorceress.
Addie specializes in all forms of lightning magic.
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After the accident, Addie became more withdrawn from life and tended to focus more on reading and studies and less on adventuring.
As Addie was growing up she was trained to be an archer and she even took on jobs as a mercenary in her late teens. On one job she was captured and tortured for about a month, during that month indescribable things were done to her and they ended it by branding her left arm with their mark. Addie quick to want to forget what happened to her went back to her home and had her family help her remove her left arm ever since then she had all the skills of an expert archer but she couldn't hold a bow, Because of this Addie turned towards magic and ever since then has started to train in the spectral arts. As it stands she can do novice spells but not a lot else.
Likes: Reading, Studying, and Silence.
Dislikes:* Bandits, Snow, and Men.
Addie's left side is undefended since she lost the arm.
Addie is visiting Skyrim for a new life in hopes of forgetting her past.
Vampiricdoll Vampiricdoll
Accepted!
 
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Name:
Jukha

Age:
2579

Race:
Orc Vampire Lord

Class:
Dark Knight

Abilities:
Vampiric Drain, Berserker Rage, Vampire Lord, Vampire seduction etc.

Appearance:
Standing at 7'6 this giant Orc glares at you with hot red glowing eyes. A bulky frame and sense of dread and death surrounds the man. He sports Daedric Armor, using fire magic and two handed weapons.

Personality:
A cunning Orc. He'd use his brawn and his wits to escape any situation. Some would say he's a born leader, if he wasn't so damn power hungry he'd sell his soul. He's definitely not a warm and friendly man.

Bio:
Born into Clan Waruk he was the product of a chieftan and the forge wife. During his childhood, his father taught him only one thing. Seize as much power as you can, be the most powerful being. And that's stuck with him. And so, when he was of age he challenged and killed his father. He became chief. With this, he got new wives, new people. But he became bored. His wives no longer gave him the pleasure he sought, and his people did not seek to do anything interesting. So he moved on. He told his people to fight for chief and left. He crossed into Skyrim, where he met a very interesting... person. A Vampire Lord. A very hungry one, mind you. He was strong, quick, and agile. But Berserker rage did wonders for the Orc. Using a Warhammer he repeatedly swung it until he had finally caught up to the creature. The blow landed in it's side, and while it tried to recover Jukha sent another to his legs. And finally, his head. Upon searching the creature he found orders, to sabotage the Dawnguard. Jukha was an outsider, and by knowing of the Dawnguard took the armor from then now dead Vampire and went into Falkreath. The supposed destination. Donning the armor he killed not one, but 5 people. Guards included. He left the note required for the job. He removed the armor, it was useless to him. And now, he did some research. After reading some books and asking around he found out their castle. And traveled there. He was greeted by a whole court of Vampires, who simply stared at him. They were still hungry, despite their blood filled goblets and plates. He walked right up to Harkon and demanded to become one of them, a Vampire. He told them of what he had done, and what he could still do. The court was skeptical, but Harkon saw use for the Orc. And granted his wish. Jukha became a Vampire Lord, doing the odd jobs for them until Harkon appointed him to fill the Bloodstone Chalice. After retrieving Auriel's Bow and learning of the prophecy he had wanted to fulfill it. But if he did, then Harkon would have all of the power. So he said he'd 'protect' Serana. And which, after killing Harkon he killed her. He used her blood for arrows to blot out the sun, all of it. He didn't let any go to waste. Over years he became one of the most powerful Vampires in Tamriel. He became a legend, a demon. He adorned Daedra armor and weapons, and used Arvak as his skeletal mount. But sadly his reign came to an end when he wished to head back to his homeland, to conquer the Orcish tribes but was caught off guard and weakened by the daylight. He was then being taken to Helgen...​
 
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Name:
Jukha

Age:
2579

Race:
Orc Vampire Lord

Class:
Dark Knight

Abilities:
Vampiric Drain, Berserker Rage, Vampire Lord, Vampire seduction etc.

Appearance:
Standing at 7'6 this giant Orc glares at you with hot red glowing eyes. A bulky frame and sense of dread and death surrounds the man. He sports Daedric Armor, using fire magic and two handed weapons.

Personality:
A cunning Orc. He'd use his brawn and his wits to escape any situation. Some would say he's a born leader, if he wasn't so damn power hungry he'd sell his soul. He's definitely not a warm and friendly man.

Bio:
Born into Clan Waruk he was the product of a chieftan and the forge wife. During his childhood, his father taught him only one thing. Seize as much power as you can, be the most powerful being. And that's stuck with him. And so, when he was of age he challenged and killed his father. He became chief. With this, he got new wives, new people. But he became bored. His wives no longer gave him the pleasure he sought, and his people did not seek to do anything interesting. So he moved on. He told his people to fight for chief and left. He crossed into Skyrim, where he met a very interesting... person. A Vampire Lord. A very hungry one, mind you. He was strong, quick, and agile. But Berserker rage did wonders for the Orc. Using a Warhammer he repeatedly swung it until he had finally caught up to the creature. The blow landed in it's side, and while it tried to recover Jukha sent another to his legs. And finally, his head. Upon searching the creature he found orders, to sabotage the Dawnguard. Jukha was an outsider, and by knowing of the Dawnguard took the armor from then now dead Vampire and went into Falkreath. The supposed destination. Donning the armor he killed not one, but 5 people. Guards included. He left the note required for the job. He removed the armor, it was useless to him. And now, he did some research. After reading some books and asking around he found out their castle. And traveled there. He was greeted by a whole court of Vampires, who simply stared at him. They were still hungry, despite their blood filled goblets and plates. He walked right up to Harkon and demanded to become one of them, a Vampire. He told them of what he had done, and what he could still do. The court was skeptical, but Harkon saw use for the Orc. And granted his wish. Jukha became a Vampire Lord, doing the odd jobs for them until Harkon appointed him to fill the Bloodstone Chalice. After retrieving Auriel's Bow and learning of the prophecy he had wanted to fulfill it. But if he did, then Harkon would have all of the power. So he said he'd 'protect' Serana. And which, after killing Harkon he killed her. He used her blood for arrows to blot out the sun, all of it. He didn't let any go to waste. Over years he became one of the most powerful Vampires in Tamriel. He became a legend, a demon. He adorned Daedra armor and weapons, and used Arvak as his skeletal mount. But sadly his reign came to an end when he wished to head back to his homeland, to conquer the Orcish tribes but was caught off guard and weakened by the daylight. He was then being taken to Helgen...​
He seems kinda... OP. He's past is okay except for the fact that we're probably going to do the vampires/dawnguard quests. If it isn't too much trouble, could you try and rewrite the backstory so we have the opputunity to reach those quests later??
 
He seems kinda... OP. He's past is okay except for the fact that we're probably going to do the vampires/dawnguard quests. If it isn't too much trouble, could you try and rewrite the backstory so we have the opputunity to reach those quests later??
Awww. That just gets rid of his special -snowflake- flair. That's the only character I can really think of ATM. May be best if you make a Dragonborn
 
Name: Meveds Vuleethi
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Dunmer (Dark Elf)
Class: Mage
Abilities: 50% resistance to fire, Can have nearby enemies take damage from fire magic. Basic Flames, Sparks and healing magic abilities.
Appearance:
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Personality:
Meveds is a distance sort of guy. He's quiet and reserved but has quick reflexes. He has a passion for magic and was born with most of his ability. He is usually not interested in talking about combat other than magical combat. If he lacks interest in something, he won't listen.
Bio: He is Milnsi's brother, and followed in her footsteps a few weeks after her departure. He had planned to come to skyrim to join the college of Winderhold, However in crossing the boarder, he was caught in a stormcloak and imperial battle and was taken prisoner with the stormcloaks after their defeat.
Likes: Magic, Books, quiet, stories.
Dislikes: Brutes, non-thinkers, noise, crowds.
Weaknesses: Melee combat, since he specializes in magic.
Other: He has a nice voice. ALSO THE DRAGONBORN YES
 
Name: Ri'rina
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Race: Khajit
Class: Archer Thief
Abilities: Night vision, Claws, Agility, Speed, Healing and Flames magic.
Appearance: 5'11" (Not my art.)
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Personality: Ri'rina is a very brave and confident feline, but sometimes that can get in the way of her missions. (Of stealing goods) She is very fiery and stubborn and often uses sarcasm when speaking. She has little to no fears, and often charges into battle without thinking.
Bio: Ri'rina was raised in Skyrim with two other Khajits. They were merchants and traveled across Skyrim to sell goods. She had friends everywhere, and most of their way of fun was causing mischief. As they grew older, the fun transformed into a darker version of itself. They started stealing from shops in different holds, and selling it later with her parents. Her parents didn't know about her raids, and accepted the excuse of "I found it". As she grew older and older she developed this as a habit. When she was old enough to leave her parent's side, she departed and then had a job for herself. A thieving feline.
Likes: Fish, Combat, Stealing, The dark, and sunlight.
Dislikes: People that get in her way, Veggies (or greens in general.), Magic, Water.
Weaknesses: Close combat, since she is trained with bow and arrow. Water, Guards. (Because they freaking have trust issues, man.)
Other: She cannot swim, She LOVES Riften, She can kinda play the lute.

(I still have to catch up with the roleplay, and I am kinda busy so I'm not sure when I will enter the roleplay, but hopefully soon!)
 
Name: Ri'rina
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Race: Khajit
Class: Archer Thief
Abilities: Night vision, Claws, Agility, Speed, Healing and Flames magic.
Appearance: 5'11" (Not my art.)
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Personality: Ri'rina is a very brave and confident feline, but sometimes that can get in the way of her missions. (Of stealing goods) She is very fiery and stubborn and often uses sarcasm when speaking. She has little to no fears, and often charges into battle without thinking.
Bio: Ri'rina was raised in Skyrim with two other Khajits. They were merchants and traveled across Skyrim to sell goods. She had friends everywhere, and most of their way of fun was causing mischief. As they grew older, the fun transformed into a darker version of itself. They started stealing from shops in different holds, and selling it later with her parents. Her parents didn't know about her raids, and accepted the excuse of "I found it". As she grew older and older she developed this as a habit. When she was old enough to leave her parent's side, she departed and then had a job for herself. A thieving feline.
Likes: Fish, Combat, Stealing, The dark, and sunlight.
Dislikes: People that get in her way, Veggies (or greens in general.), Magic, Water.
Weaknesses: Close combat, since she is trained with bow and arrow. Water, Guards. (Because they freaking have trust issues, man.)
Other: She cannot swim, She LOVES Riften, She can kinda play the lute.

(I still have to catch up with the roleplay, and I am kinda busy so I'm not sure when I will enter the roleplay, but hopefully soon!)
I LOVE HER AND U SO ACCEPTED
 
Name: Azani Thagun
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Race: Redguard
Class: Mage
Abilities: Frost destruction, restoration, and alchemy
Appearance: Azami is heavily tattooed with various depictions of animals and plants over her entire body, as is custom with her people that inhabitated the wilder lands of Hammerfell and worship the Redguard God of wildlife, Ius. She carries a staff of frostbite, an elven dagger, and her pouches of dried herbs and potions

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Personality: Energetic, curious, easygoing, adventurous, kind-hearted, accepting
Bio: Trained from a young age in the wilds of Hammerfell under her mother who is an alchemist majorly, but an overall skilled and powerful mage in multiple fields. When Azani reached maturity, she was encouraged to travel Tamriel to gain more knowledge about the world she lives in. Shes traveled from Hammerfell to Skyrim in search of finding her place, exploring the wilderness, and gaining knowledge.
Likes: The wilderness, reading, meeting new people, animals, plants, water, Ius
Dislikes: Selfishness, conflict, cruelty
Weaknesses: Fear of confrontation,inability to make quick decisions, lack of confidence, too trustworthy
Other: Has a pet Jackal named Ubay, protective of his master and is a great hunter and scenthound
 
Name: Azani Thagun
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Race: Redguard
Class: Mage
Abilities: Frost destruction, restoration, and alchemy
Appearance: Azami is heavily tattooed with various depictions of animals and plants over her entire body, as is custom with her people that inhabitated the wilder lands of Hammerfell and worship the Redguard God of wildlife, Ius. She carries a staff of frostbite, an elven dagger, and her pouches of dried herbs and potions

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Personality: Energetic, curious, easygoing, adventurous, kind-hearted, accepting
Bio: Trained from a young age in the wilds of Hammerfell under her mother who is an alchemist majorly, but an overall skilled and powerful mage in multiple fields. When Azani reached maturity, she was encouraged to travel Tamriel to gain more knowledge about the world she lives in. Shes traveled from Hammerfell to Skyrim in search of finding her place, exploring the wilderness, and gaining knowledge.
Likes: The wilderness, reading, meeting new people, animals, plants, water, Ius
Dislikes: Selfishness, conflict, cruelty
Weaknesses: Fear of confrontation,inability to make quick decisions, lack of confidence, too trustworthy
Other: Has a pet Jackal named Ubay, protective of his master and is a great hunter and scenthound
Accepted! I suggest you come in laree because we are at a point that woukd be kinda useless coming in now.
 
Name: Akrissa Twice-Bitten

Age: 25

Gender: Female

Race: Argonian

Class:* Thief

Abilities: Breathe underwater, resistant to some poisons, a good sneak thief.

Appearance:
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Weapons: Two steel swords. She also has two ebony daggers.
Armor: Steel armor. When not wearing armor, she dresses like a tavern maid.

Personality: Akrissa loves to live like a queen. She uses her looks, as good as they are being an Argonian, to seduce men so that she can rob them blind at any chance she can before leaving them in the dust. She's incredibly secretive due to her past and doesn't trust anyone, though when she gets caught she does have some luck seducing the weaker willed guards. Once she has been given a chance to learn to trust someone, she will fight to the death to protect them.

Bio: Her father stole her from the rest of her family in the Black Marshes, and dragged her with him to Skyrim, where they wondered between the holds, stealing from travelers so that they could get by. Her father was killed by the Imperials when she was fifteen, and she had to strike out on her own to survive. It was close to impossible at first, and she almost died, however she eventually made it through and grew her small wealth and fighting skills that she hordes in her 'home', a small cave on the outskirts of Riften.

Likes:* Being clean, keeping herself looking good, tricking anyone she can

Dislikes:* Skooma, racism again Argonians and Kajiits, being dirty

Weaknesses: She's not very skilled in heavy hand-to-hand combat and can only use daggers and regular swords. Bigger weapon users can defeat her easily. She is also very weak to frost spells because of her cold blood.

Other: She secretly wishes to find someone that will not treat her like dirt.

PICTURE IS NOT MINE.​
 
Name: Akrissa Twice-Bitten

Age: 25

Gender: Female

Race: Argonian

Class:* Thief

Abilities: Breathe underwater, resistant to some poisons, a good sneak thief.

Appearance:
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Weapons: Two steel swords. She also has two ebony daggers.
Armor: Steel armor. When not wearing armor, she dresses like a tavern maid.

Personality: Akrissa loves to live like a queen. She uses her looks, as good as they are being an Argonian, to seduce men so that she can rob them blind at any chance she can before leaving them in the dust. She's incredibly secretive due to her past and doesn't trust anyone, though when she gets caught she does have some luck seducing the weaker willed guards. Once she has been given a chance to learn to trust someone, she will fight to the death to protect them.

Bio: Her father stole her from the rest of her family in the Black Marshes, and dragged her with him to Skyrim, where they wondered between the holds, stealing from travelers so that they could get by. Her father was killed by the Imperials when she was fifteen, and she had to strike out on her own to survive. It was close to impossible at first, and she almost died, however she eventually made it through and grew her small wealth and fighting skills that she hordes in her 'home', a small cave on the outskirts of Riften.

Likes:* Being clean, keeping herself looking good, tricking anyone she can

Dislikes:* Skooma, racism again Argonians and Kajiits, being dirty

Weaknesses: She's not very skilled in heavy hand-to-hand combat and can only use daggers and regular swords. Bigger weapon users can defeat her easily. She is also very weak to frost spells because of her cold blood.

Other: She secretly wishes to find someone that will not treat her like dirt.

PICTURE IS NOT MINE.​
I'm fine with this character
 
Name: Akrissa Twice-Bitten

Age: 25

Gender: Female

Race: Argonian

Class:* Thief

Abilities: Breathe underwater, resistant to some poisons, a good sneak thief.

Appearance:
36c3a095fd4c055de054fa18575763a2.jpg
Weapons: Two steel swords. She also has two ebony daggers.
Armor: Steel armor. When not wearing armor, she dresses like a tavern maid.

Personality: Akrissa loves to live like a queen. She uses her looks, as good as they are being an Argonian, to seduce men so that she can rob them blind at any chance she can before leaving them in the dust. She's incredibly secretive due to her past and doesn't trust anyone, though when she gets caught she does have some luck seducing the weaker willed guards. Once she has been given a chance to learn to trust someone, she will fight to the death to protect them.

Bio: Her father stole her from the rest of her family in the Black Marshes, and dragged her with him to Skyrim, where they wondered between the holds, stealing from travelers so that they could get by. Her father was killed by the Imperials when she was fifteen, and she had to strike out on her own to survive. It was close to impossible at first, and she almost died, however she eventually made it through and grew her small wealth and fighting skills that she hordes in her 'home', a small cave on the outskirts of Riften.

Likes:* Being clean, keeping herself looking good, tricking anyone she can

Dislikes:* Skooma, racism again Argonians and Kajiits, being dirty

Weaknesses: She's not very skilled in heavy hand-to-hand combat and can only use daggers and regular swords. Bigger weapon users can defeat her easily. She is also very weak to frost spells because of her cold blood.

Other: She secretly wishes to find someone that will not treat her like dirt.

PICTURE IS NOT MINE.​
I also like this character!
 
WIP
Name: Greven Two-Tails
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Race: Argonian
Class: Bard
Abilities:
  • Waterbreathing
  • Resist disease
  • Musical savant
  • Adept at swordplay
  • Fluent in multiple languanges
Appearance:
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Personality: Greven may or may not be the inspiration for the Sultry Argonian Bard. He is naturally flirtatious and is a hopeless romantic. He loves to entertain, sometimes compulsively pulling out his guitar and playing a bit during his downtime. He's a bit sassy, but is willing to risk his life for his friends.
Bio:
Likes:*
Dislikes:*
Weaknesses:
Weapons:
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