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Name: Kalin Velothi
Sex: Male
Race: Dark Elf
Weapon 1: Perfect Amber Longsword
Weapon 2: Perfect Amber Bow
Magicka: Destruction, Alchemy and Illusion.
Description: Kalin Velothi stands as tall as your average Dark Elf, with Black flowing hair tied back into a rouge knot. Hardened by combat and experience in most fields, Kalin's attitude is mainly very straight forward. He will achieve whatever he can set his mind to, but be warned. Kalin can be quick to anger. His build, is quite muscular, and he carries the eyes of a trained marksman and the intelligence of a skilled alchemist.

Background:Kalin Velothi, was adopted in Seeyda Neen, Morrowind. At Thirteen he left his adopted Parents, when he decided that he would become a great in Morrowind History. Upon arriving at Balmora for his first time, he souk out the Fighters and Mages guilds, for both training and shelter. He was accepted into both and proved an exceptional student in Alchemy, Marksman and Blade. After Five harsh years of training, he decided to take a slower route, and investigate his families history. Whilst reading a book on history, he found connections between the prophet Veloth and the Velothi's. So he looked in more depth to the subject, only finding that he must have been one of the last Velothi's and heir to the Guardians. As intriguing as the subject was, he pressed for answers. But never found anything that would help, until one day when he left for Dagon Fell, and found a dead traveler, with a note in his breast pocket. It explained about an ancient Castle, the Castle of the Nine Divines, the Guardian Clan and a sword. At the age of Twenty, Kalin had arrived in Cyrodiil to continue his search for this Castle, armed with skills unmatched by many he reached Bruma by foot, where he was taken in by the Bruma Mages Guild. After only spending a few months in Cyrodiil, Kalin came across his Amber Bow, Arrows and Sword which was a find that even the most skilled treasure hunters would not dream of finding. But now, Kalin finally embarks once more on his search for answers, why. For the power and Glory? No, plainly for the answers and the hope of once more honoring the Guardian Clan.

This message was edited by Kalin Velothi on Feb 19 2009.

Name: Adrien Bernard
Sex: Male
Race: Breton
Weapon 1: Glass Longsword
Weapon 2: Daedric Dagger
Magicka: Destruction, Alteration, Illusion, Alchemy
Description: Adrien is fairly tall, with short black hair and a fair face. He is stubborn and is very skeptical of people, but is also honest and trustworthy. He is a talented mage, but loves to fight with a sword in hand. He is not particularly strong, but is very athletic and uses his speed to his advantage in battle.
Background: Adrien grew up with a semi wealthy family in Cheydinhal. He had a comfortable life and was talented as a mage, but was very interested in fighting with a blade from a very early age. When he was 19 he decided he wanted to go out and see Cyrodiil. He went to Bravil, and was shocked at the amount of poverty there. While in Bravil a group of nasty Argonians who he thought he could trust tricked him out of all of his money, and stole all of his personal belongings. This made Adrien more cautious, and he would never really trust anyone properly again. He decided to join the fighters guild, but to his dismay he struggled in combat as he was fairly average with a sword. He then realised that he could use magic to his advantage and loved to vary what he did in battle; whether it was destroying the enemy with Destruction, giving himself the advantage with Alteration or confusing his enemy with Illusion. During his time in Bravil he had become very skeptical of people. After 3 successful years in the Fighters Guild, he decided that he wanted to become a better mage in battle so he joined the Mages Guild in Anvil. After spending four years there honing his magic skills he traveled to the Imperial City, and joined the Arena. He was always a hit with the crowds, and in 2 years managed to win 34 fights in the Arena. By this point he was a popular figure in the City, but grew tired of fame and wanted something new. He then heard rumours of the Sword of Akatosh and longed for the adventure...

This message was edited by NyffTotal90 on Feb 17 2009.

Never done a text RP before so please bear with me if I completely muck up.

Name: Merris Avidiens
Sex: Male
Race: Bosmer
Weapon 1: Elven Bow w/ sliver arrows
Weapon 2: Silver Dagger
Magicka: Illusion, Mysticism, Alteration.
Description: Shorter, even for a Bosmer, Merris makes up for it with pure energy. This twenty-something Wood-elf is not what you would call devilishly handsome yet is never-the-less attractive in a somewhat boyish way. Green-eyed with well trimmed dishwater blond hair, his youthful appearance and ready smile have a quality about them that makes one want to trust him. Like most members of his race he is remarkably keen eyed, but he also has some of the nimblest fingers one is likely to find. Not particularly adept at any form of combat Merris prefers and is quite skilled at avoidance, able to move silently with considerable ease.
Background: If you ask Merris his history you are likely to be treated to a number of rousing tales, most including insurmountable odds and distressing...er, distressed damsels, ready to throw themselves into the arms (and more) of their stalwart champion. It makes for a good fireside tale, particularly since Merris' glib tongue and ready wit make him very pleasant to listen to, but little of it seems true, especially when one takes into account his second hand equipment and the fact that his clothes, while well made, have seen better days. To take his word on it he was the son of some great noble who was forced to disown him for political reasons, but who will, one day, welcome back with open arms when certain political rivals have been dealt away with. In the meantime Merris claims he is simply traveling across Tamriel to make his own fortune as an adventurer and treasure hunter. The truth of his upbringing and origins are likely less fantastical, yet it is also likely that they are known only to Merris himself and he prefers the epic version of his past.
Merris scorns violence as a recourse to the uncivilized, and proclaims that anyone that resorts to violence is a simpleton. Never to their face, mind. Instead of fighting, Merris has a special gift for talking his way out of nearly any situation or, failing that, he can always use his modest skills at magic to aid his escape. Perhaps Merris' most notable asset is the fact that he is inexplicably and indisputably lucky.
Why he chose to search for the Sword of Akatosh is anyone's guess. He claims it could be the crowning achievement in his escapades, though he laments the small chance of meeting any fresh young maids whilst exploring dusty old ruins. You can't help but notice, however, that, despite all his bravado, he seems rather anxious about something, jumping at loud noises and shrinking into a corner whenever someone arrives. Perhaps, like his history, Merris' reasons are not what he claims...

Name: Sky "the invincible/legend".
Sex: Male.
Race: Altmer.
Weapon 1: Daedric Katana with the same enchantment as the Black Hands Dagger (Morrowind).
Weapon 2: Enchanted Rings (Morrowind).
Magicka: Enchant (Morrowind), Mysticism (Morrowind "Teleportation") and Illusion.
Description: A well dressed Altmer with pure (no identifyable pupil or iris) sky blue eyes and softly glowing yellow veins, can feel when his skills are needed for the good of the Nirn and will do whatever it takes short of breaking the law, at least when there are witnesses.
Background: Having defeated the great Maormer fleet some lifetimes ago, Sky also helped the Neravarine on more than one occasion, was unfortunately killed in the void and was murdered on a pirate ship in the middle of the ocean during a haunted game of "whodunit?", more recently Sky found most of his old equipment and sensed he was needed somewhere in Cyrodiil, he heard about the Sword of Akatosh from his old friend Janus Hassildur who he has known for over two hundred years.

quote BluePhoenix1990

Try to keep it realistic to Cyrodill and the continent of Tamriel, i dont want any fallout inspired nuke weapons

Well it's not as much Cyrodiil, but Morrowind is part of Tamriel so it is within the rules you've stated.

Name:Skra'virr
Gender:Male
Race:Khajiit
Weapon: Daedric Shortsword
Armor: Leather, except helm


Skra'virr was born into a wealthy family of khajiits in the Imperial City. His father had strangely been gone for most of his childhood. During this time, he trained his abilities in the weapon of Blade. Several years later at the age of 16 his father was arrested for loyalty to the Thieves' Guild. His father resisted arrest and was slain on sight. As the gaurds left he stared at his father, finding a note on his corpse saying that Skra'virr was to run to Weye with his mother and brother. As they ran both his mother and brother were shot on sight by Imperial Gaurds. He was arrested and sent to the Imperial Prison. He eventually managed to escape with members of the Blades, unfortunetly, he had forgotten all his combat skills. He later fought off the hordes of Oblivion and became the guildmaster of the Fighter's Guild.

However, one day in Chorrol, where his father had been buried, he heard a rumor from Modryen Oreyn, the Vice-Guildmaster of the Fighter's Guild. He later went to visit his Father's grave, where he saw his ghost,saying that he was very disapointed in him for completely abondaning his natural theif talents. The best way to restore his honor was to steal the Sword of Akatosh...

Appearence/attitude: Skra'virr is a pure white Khajiit and is fairly tall. He is muscular in build and very fast.He also has a small scar going from the right of his forehead all the way to his left cheek. He has a quick temper and is very tricky. He usually helps only himself and the people he cares about...meaning no one since his family has been killed.


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quote LostGateToCruelty

This Is better than playing the actual game...

I can't wait to see! I'm in.

Name: Erk
Gender: Male
Race: Argonian
Weapon 1: Dwarven Warhammer, enchanted to absorb health on strike.
Armor: Full Dwarven, sans helm.

Description: Erk is tall, broad, muscular, and generally frightening to behold. Almost as tall as an Altmer, but as broad as a Nord. Erk has blood red eyes and scales, with short but sharp black claws upon his hand. His entire body ripples with muscles that stretch his scaly skin taut. A nine-inch dorsal ridge runs along his skull. His pupils are but tiny slits, smaller even than most Argonians' and his teeth are far sharper and more numerous than seems normal. He strikes onlookers as a being not to be trifled with.

Personality wise, Erk is extremely blunt. He says what needs to be said, and not another word. He is honest at all times, and finds himself incapable of doing evil, despite his frightening and devilish appearance. He loves to fight, however and will gladly do so whenever the law allows. As such, he is of Champion Rank in the Arena.

Background: Most Argonians are named shortly after their hatching, based upon their first actions as an adolescent. This was not the case with Erk. An orphan, he arrived mysteriously in Leyawiin, having crossed the border, alone and unequipped, from Black Marsh. The guards of the city gate watched as he approached, a mere child, running in terror as he was pursued relentlessly by a swamp troll. The guards ran to his aid, but the troll fell upon him before they could rescue him. The two fell to the ground, rolling around in a tangle of limbs. Suddenly, the troll made and unusual noise: "ERK!!!" and then promptly fell dead, its neck broken. And so the orphan was named.

The Leyawiin guards that found him raised him in their barracks. He learned strength and honor from them, as well as the nature of the law. As he grew, he became disdainful of the guards' light armor and thin swords. He preferred weapons and armor that could take full advantage of his raw power. He trained in the swamps, fighting whatever dark creatures lurked by night, and serving his caretakers in the barracks by day. In this way he grew tall, strong, proud, and noble, until the day he left Leyawiin to seek his fortune, with only his dwarven armor, taken from the corpse of a marauder, and an enchanted warhammer, a parting gift from the soldiers and guards who raised him.

In no time at all, he heard of an ancient relic, the Sword of Akatosh, and so...

And somehow..... I think I became the comic relief..

Seriously, I think I'm the only one that didn't make my character a total balls-to-the-walls-badass.

Meh, I can do humor.

I hope.

AAAAnd the starving group uses Merris for slaughterfish bait.

FAIL!

I have to say, this should be fun.

One word of advice, The minuet we get the sword I kill you all and take it.

Joking

I prefer to keep my characters to be the non talkative types, more mysterious. Bringing the Guardians Guild into this would be cool, since it was governed by the Velothi Clan, once called Veloth.

I think that was a spelling error, cursed spell check.

Minuet.

Actually, I am able to play the Piano, along with Guitar. But, I cannot play a minuet.