[Taehl]

I think the title is self evident. I shall start:

Name: Fadril Indala
Group: The Abbey
Age: 82
Race: Dark Elf ("Dunmer")
Class: Akaviri Swordsman
Skills: Long Blade, Short Blade, Light Armor, Athletics, Acrobatics

Hobbies: Sparring, meditation, philosophy, art
Factions: House Redoran, Fighter's Guild
Interests: Akaviri swordsmanship, following his internal sense of what is right

Wields: Steel Katana, Steel Wakazashi (both in scabbards on left hip)
Wears: full Chitin armor, Expensive clothing 02 (blue with black and gold trim), Ancient Dwemer Ring (wearer's items last much longer than normal), Ring of Truth (Constant Effect Detect Illusion 80%)
Carries: a couple potions (mostly restore health, water breathing, and levitation), 200 gold

Bio: Fadril is a Dunmer who has a passion for mastering Akaviri fighting styles. He wears his Chitin helmet only in bad weather.

His face has neither scars, wrinkles, nor tattoos. His hair is black and shoulder-length.

He hails from Kragenmoor, the major Redoran city on mainland Morrowind. The reason he travels to Cryodiil is to improve his skills. He's excellent in dueling, but he's not so good in more chaotic fights, and he hopes to make up for this lack by questing upon the rift to Oblivion and by fighting the creatures that emerge from it. He also desires strongly to protect the innocents there.


I am generally online 4pm-10pm EST.

[Thread_Whisperer]

Originally posted in the general comment thread...

First... Many many thanx for adding a discussion thread Darkone, Also another thanx very much for the ::Location:: suggestion Peregrine as that was also my next thought LOL, makes it MUCH easier to keep track of those your with currently.

About Me: I have been RP'ing in forum threads for about four years now and have been very lucky to have some wonderfully talented folks be a part of several stories I have led as well as enjoyed being a part of a few as just a companion. The best stories I have seen have been those in which each character spoke as little as possible of the actions and thoughts of the characters around them. When interacting, or planning to interact with my character please feel free to contact me and I would be happy to help you fill in a dialogue between our two characters in your posting, and I will do the same for anyone I intend to carry on a conversation with as well.

I have also been a Pen and Paper RP'er for over 20 years and because of this I tend to get very elaborate in the development of my characters. They usually have a fairly complex personality that in many ways mirror's my own and in others fills in gaps that I sometimes wish were a part of my own etc. This can lead to various things through out the story where reactions to a similar event may take very differet directions then previous events. This is why I like to be better able to control the reactions and thoughts my character may have in regard to situations currently taking place. But please feel free to have your character 'speculate' about my reaction if you wish just don't assign one to me...

EXAMPLES:
Please no: "Semink saw that Trebbits was completely frozen with fear and unable to move because of it"
But ok: "Semink noticed Trebbits was not moving, he was either paralyzed with fear, or crazy!"

The only other thing I ask is that before posting PLEASE read the posts relating to the one you are making all the way through If I have written something you aren't quite sure of or that has dissrupted your upcoming post in some way PLEASE feel very free to contact me here or via PM and I will do what I can to correct the issue. I am a part of this whole thing to enjoy a good story with folks, first and foremost, and I do not want to be a problem for anyone envolved, so just hollar if I need to make changes or leeways for things you were going to post about etc.

Also Just as another note. I am generally online between the hours of 4pm and 3am Pacific Standard Time (PST) which is -8 hours of Greenwhich Mean Time (GMT) The time right now for me is 5pm So compare the time shown in the "Time posted" to that and you'll know how far off set I am from you. (If you have the forum set to your current time that is.)

Happy Tales all,

TW
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About My Character:

Story Line: The Abby
Name: Trebbits
Age: 19
Race: Breton
Class: Adventurer
Skills: Illusion, Enchant, Staff, Shortblade, Light Armor, Speachcraft
Hobbies: Journaling, Enchanting, Caving

Equipment: Hooded Robe, Padded leather Curaiss and Boots, Dark brown pants, Light tan shirt, Silver dagger (enchanted), Staff (enchanted)...
Small belt pouch containing - 5 Rings (various enchantments), 30 gold, and an Amulet...
Backpack containing - Small travel latern, Rope, Leather Gloves, salted meat rations (5 portions), Bread (5 portions), several Journals and writting utensiles, Some cloth and leather pieces for patching armor and clothing.

Brief bio: Hailing from Kaldravndal a small island west of Slosthiem, Trebbits has traveled many areas within the Morrowind Province and logged many stories of events that transpired there. He is also plagued by what many would call bad luck, events seem to go goofy around him, things just get bumbled and fall apart. Yet for Trebbits all of his misfortunes of troubles have somehow been things that saved him from peril of one kind or another, so really what comes across as bad luck is to him and usually those around him good fortune. Not that he is protected by the gods but some force of nature seems to disrupt what he would THINK to do with something he has no choice of thereby often times keeping him from doing something completely foolish.

Any questions about my character I am very willing to discuss if anyone wishes to inquire. All the best everyone and Happy Tale Telling!!!

TW

[ominae]

Name: Zow (Real name unknown)
Age: 27
Race: Redguard
Class: No actual class.
Height: 6'6"
Weight: 205
Skills(Major): Marksman, Sneak, Light Armor, Athletics, Acrobatics
Skills(Minor): Spear, Restoration, Illusion, Alteration, Security
[other practiced skills:] Armorer, Alchemy
Skills(Weakest) Speachcraft, Mercantile, Heavy Amor, Axe, Destruction, Enchant

Hobbies: Hunting, Training, Spying
Factions: None
Interests: Gathering information, fighting worthy foes.

Wields: Long Bow, Spear
Wears: Modified Dark Brotherhood armor.
Carries: A cylinder shaped wooden container on his back containing: Food, minor thief tools, poisons, magika and healing potions, minor repair kits, arrows, writing Utensils, and a hand-made ghillie/hunting suit (gets worn over the armor).

Bio: Zow has one left yellow eye, and one grey right eye, followed by white spiky hair. He got these strange features from a powerful mage he once fought. He wears pure dark-black clothing, has a hood to cover his strange hair, goggles and mouth piece to cover his face. He hates attention, and crowded areas. Normally keeps to himself. Hates many questions, for he does not like to reveal much about him. He likes to know about others, while they dont know much about him. He has been traveling, and fighting alone his entire life, and his weakness would be adapting to fight with allies.

Strengths: Assessing the situation, fighting at a distance, able to spot things at a distance, survival, fending for himself, Stealth, some resistance to poison and lightning.

Weakness: Working with others, has no concern for others, grabs unwanted attention, new to the area.

[Kyr Kanos]

The Drunken Alit

Name : Rif Entaril
Race: Dunmer
Class : Thief
Major Skills : Security, Sneak, Speechcraft, Hand to Hand, Light Armor
Minor Skills : Shortblades, Mercantile, Unarmored, Marksman

Factions : Expelled from Thieves Guild
Equipment : Boiled Netch Cuirass, Netch Leather Boots and Gauntlets, Baggy Dark Brown Pants and Short Sleeved Earth-tone Shirt with many Pockets.
Carries : Master Lockpicks/Probes in leather flapped pouch, common travelling cloak of Tan/Grey color, Ebony Shortsword on left hip, Bonemold Bow and Arrows on back.
Appearance : Rif possesses plain features, dull red eyes and casual facial structure. His hair is black and short (about 1" in length) on his head while he keeps no facial hair. He has no scars or tattoos.

BIO: Rif has grown up on the streets of Cyrodiil where he learned to steal to survive. He is by no account a Master Thief though he is very good at what he does. Rif has a gambling problem which has lead to severe debt with some bad people and that has, in turn, lead to a drinking problem. He's a regular patron of The Drunken Alit where he often gets very drunk on the worst ale that one still must pay for. He's been expelled from the Thieves Guild for not paying his dues. The only reason he owns an Ebony Shortsword is that it was a gift from his father who simply stopped coming home from work at night. Rif is a native to Vvardenfell though he remembers nothing of it and holds no feelings towards the island, either way. Though he's generally a loner, Rif can work well in groups so long as he can do as he sees fit. He'll help keep his companions alive so long as they are of some use, even if it's only to be eaten by some big nasty in his stead. He cares nothing for the politics of the land and even less for the affairs of wizards or even gods, he just wants his share of treasure.


(EDIT) A Bit About Me:
This is my first ever roleplaying experience apart from the single player RPGs so please understand that if I do anything considered rude or taboo it is most certainly an accident. I'm actually quite personable and friendly so it should be fun playing a character of the opposite mindset.

[ixnos]

Storyline: Fygge's Nord Camp (Mercenary Camp)
Name: Kane Nighy
Race: Imperial
Age: 26
Class: Warrior/Mercenary
Major Skills: Longblade, Heavy Armour, Armourer, Block, Shortblade
Minor Skills: Hand-to-Hand, Speechcraft, Mercantile, Light Armour, Medium Armour
Hobbies: Training, Focusing, Repairing Armour and Weapons, Studying Opponents
Factions: Fighters Guild, House Redoran and Ex-Morag Tong

Appearance: 6ft 2" broad muscular body frame, full daedric armour except pauldrons and helmet, bright blue ocean eyes and shaven head, hair colour is brown, holds two tattoos underneath cuirass, first is a howling wolf tattoo with a tribal sign on right side of chest, second is of a red dragon fighting a white wolf

Equipment: full daedric armour except pauldrons and helmet, daedric claymore, nordic longsword and an iron dagger, carries a few repair hammers and hardly anything else

Bio: Kane was born in Cyrodiil along with his older brother and younger sister, mother and father...when he was old enough, his father and brother taught him how to fight until it was time for him to venture on his own, after speaking with someone within the mage guild, he was teleported to Vvardenfell where he enlisted himself with the Morag Tong to make easy money killing people, after awhile his services were in demand from House Redoran and the Fighters guild. Several years past and the apparant rise of Dagoth ur threatened Vvardenfell, however only one person could defeat him and that was the Nerevaraine...Kane was still a mere pup and continued to live his life as normal until his services were in dire need once again..this time he faced a major challenge with a battle leading a small force along with working with several smaller forces...they won but left a survivor...from there Kane got romantically involved with one of the leaders of the forces, Aserth, a female breton archer.

another few years had passed and Kane had hung up his mercenary ways, living his life by helping his fellow town folks with odd jobs, until the survivor of the battle returned...taking Kane's lover and forcing him back into his old ways...this took Kane to Solsthiem yet when he finally finished off the one he gave mercy too, he had wished he never gave that option, to his horror he found his lover dead...now with no meaning but to kill for a job Kane has decided to head for home in search for a mercenary camp that can contain his skills and give his life meaning once again.

[Kheskeim]

Storyline: Fygge's Nord Camp (Mercenary Camp)

Name: Ulf Vilhelmsbane (he never tells his full name)
Race: Male Nord
Age: 57-59 years old
Birthsign: The Atronach

Specialization: Magic
Major Attributes: Intelligence and Willpower
Skills: Alchemy, Alteration, Conjuration, Destruction, Illusion, Mysticism, Unarmoured (changed from Hand to Hand)

Hobbies: Staying alive
Interests: Arcane arts, his own mind, Oblivion, deadra
Factions: None


: Advantages
Incredible intellect, good willpower and some strength.
Very skilled in magic, especially frost and destruction (which he don't like using though... because of the special incident in his past and others like it - (he can't control it very well "it seems"))

: Disadvantages
Rambles, talks to himself, changes character, paranoid, hates fire (weakness to), have nightmares, drinks, sometimes almost insane and does things out of insanity. Is an ugly smelling fellow.


: Armoury
Staff of frost

: Items
Amulet of foul intellect (plus to intelligence, minus to personality - looks like a crude silver amulet)
Few potions (hoping to be making more of those)
Ingredients and herbs
Alchemy equipment
Water skin
Other skins

: Costume
Fur boots, pants and shirt in lesser condition.
Cloak with hood, brown, ragged.
Iron belt with snake

: Appearance
Longish wild black/grey beard and hair
Brown/green eyes - sometimes wild/haunted looking
Below average nord height and average volume
Bad dark teeth
Filthy and dirty, smelling

Ulf is a man, who when you meet him put in a combined "Nice old uncle" and "Crazy looney wizard" and "Madman" soup, where you "cook" him until you might get to know him. Not a lot of people got that far though.


Background:
: Ulf Vilhelmsbane - he got it when he killed the local chieftain’s son in his village at a young age. Has since then lived on the run or away from Skyrim. The bounty on his head is only in his head by now... not in the real world, where he has been thought dead for long and things moved on. He has no contact with his family or anyone else. His ugly apperance and smell makes people leave him alone but also fortificates a lonely old mans beginning insanity from the long periods of solitary.
Thinks he was setup and framed by Mehrunes Dagon himself, by the god altering his fireball spell to impossible high levels when he would not want it. That is how Vilhelm died. In a dangerous kid’s game, they were playing with magic one day, both being born in the sign of the Atronach, they had fun practising spell absorbtion of some of the more harmfull spells. Alas, from the hands of Ulf came the devastating fireball that instantly killed Vilhelm - immediately leaving Ulf an outlaw and a fugitive to be.

Came by Fygge's camp almost by chance although in his own mind it is his fate to be there and be part of this venture.

Originally from a small village in Skyrim.


(about his master: I've been around - having not tried this before though. Workaholic, so I fear a bit if I can keep up. Danish by origin (nord ), live and work in Malta. Here in the forum to have a fun and enjoyable time first and foremost.)

[aridale]

Name: Crimson "Scar" Bueford Nickname Scar is from ppl that dislike him and make fun of his scar. Some ppl call him Crim for short and ppl that always refer to ppl by their last names is fun for a name like Bueford =)

Race: Looks to Imperial

Age: Looks about 35-40 because of his unnatural looking aging and hair color.

Height/Weight: 5'10" 105 stones give or take.

Appearance: Fair, generally ruggedly handsome face but worn and aged so he looks much older than he appears. Windstrewn stark white hair that he cant keep straight or fixed no matter what he tries. Very lithe bodywise. Not bone thin or skinny but not stocky or bulky. Almost sickly or under fed appearance. Pretty pale skinned even tho hes very rugged looking. Long thin scar down his left eye and cheek that has a slight hint of silver color to it that you can almost never be for certain you see.

Dress: Old travelling clothes that are worn out and a tattered old cape thats lined and shoulder caped in black/grey/white fur that looks like wolf fur. Could almost pass for a poorly trained ranger appearance wise.

Equipment: Nothing really. He carries no weapons of any kind not even a walking staff. He eats and keeps himself fed as best he can but he never has any stored foods or rations that hes uses noticably. Carrys an old worn out waterskin that has a slow leak.

Background: Never open about his past to anyone. Openly dislikes magic and all its uses and forms. He would even use potions even if its life or death. Dislike led to a life altering change he has to live with every day.

[Emperor Justin]

Name: Oroko
Age: 25
Race: Dark Elf (Dunmer)
Class: Custom class
Skills(Major): Swordsmanship, light armor, acrobatics, security, sneak
Skills(Minor): alteration, illusion, athletics, marksmanship, destruction
Birthsign: the shadow

Hobbies: reading, writing, hunting, sparring
Factions: Thieves Guild, Morag Tong
Interests: expensive things, women, good food, treasure, money, fame
Wields: Glass longsword enchanted with poison, steel shuriken, several summoning scrolls
Wears: Glass cuirass, and netch leather armor, plain borwn cloak and a gondolier helm
Carries: a few healing potions, an amulet of chameleon, a ring of increased agilty and speed

Bio: Oroko is an unconventional thief and assassin. Instead of the typical dagger, he has always preferred a two-handed sword, believeing that the best defense is a good offense. While not a mage, he knows enough magic to get by and uses it competently. He sees theft and killing as a job and a business, and conducts himself in a professional manner while "at work". However, this life of crime has made him somewhat antisocial with most, and he can be very arrogant and aloof. He's more comfortable working alone, but has teamed up with others on occasion when it was absolutely necessary. On these rare instances, Oroko has proven to be dependable if somewhat terse with his companions. He's travlled over much of Tamriel and has seen quite a bit. as a result, there is little that phases him or causes him much distress. He's always on the lookout for the next big prize, or the chance to increase his fame in the world.

[aridale]

EDIT: Damn double post last night... was really really slow for some reason and couldnt edit it. Fixed now! =)

[Cyborg16]

Semink: The Abbey

Name: Semink
Gender: Male
Race: Kajiit
Age: Kajiit equivalent of 28 in human years (I don't know how long Kajiit live)
Skills: Sneak (including sneak attack), moderate acrobatic skills (nothing amazing), marksman
Special: Good sense of smell, hearing and eyesight as would be expected of a Kajiit; quite clever and quick-minded
Equipment: A dagger and twelve poison-enchanted steel throwing stars (and a few potions)
Background: Grew up in a Kajiit tribe, started travelling in Cyrodill, worked at a farm where he was basically treated as a slave, ran away and stumbled apon the ruined Abbey.

About me:
I'm a maths with computing student in the UK, and have just finished my secend term in the second year.
I'll probably only post in the evenings from now on.