Interest Check: http://www.everypony.com/forums/showthread.php?17263-Skyrim-Prequel-RP-Interest-Check Shouts will be allowed, but limited to one Shout known per character. For the sake of balance, not all Shouts will be available. Shouts available are: -Aura Whisper -Become Ethereal -Disarm -Elemental Fury -Fire Breath -Frost Breath -Ice Form -Unrelenting Force -Whirlwind Sprint -Character Sheets- Name: Race and Gender: Age: Home Province: Class: (Warrior, Mage, Thief, etc) Level: (Max 50) Best Skills: (Archery, Destruction, etc. - Choose five) Worst Skills: (Archery, Destruction, etc. - Choose five) Appearance: Weapons: Armor: Spells: (Optional) Shout: (Optional) Other Equipment: Bio:
Name: Mir Silver sword (******* names! I'm always bad with them!) Race and Gender: Male Nordic Age: 28 Home Province: Skyrim Class: Knight Level: 40 Best Skills: One-handed, block, heavy armor, Restoration school, Smithing. Worst Skills: All other magic schools. Appearance: Tall and a bit thin, yet strong. White skin with brown hair. Weapons: Ebony sword Nordic sword Nordic Bow 5 stacks of Nordic arrows. Armor: Nordic armor full set. Nordic shield Spells: Healing Fast healing Healing hands Close wounds Heal other Sun fire Shout: Disarm Other Equipment: An enchanted golden necklace with a diamond that reduces the cost of restoration spells. An enchanted silver ring that that improves his block skill. Bio: One of the few Nordics from the skaal tribe from Solstheim that came to Skyrim to live. He didn't like the life he had in there and used his knowledge in smithing to make an armor and weapons for himself before he left to Skyrim. He knew it was going to be hard to live there because of the war. He spent some time roaming around Skyrim as a mercenary and in his adventures he stumbled with the Greybeards and after some time he learned a shout, but that was it, it was too hard to actually learn another one. He mostly roams around skyrim looking for work and evading battles from the war. 2muchwritting4me If I have to change anything just tell me.
Name: Renehkt Race and Gender: Argonian / M Age: 20's Home Province: Black Marsh Class: Mage Level: 31 Best Skills: Conjuration, Illusion, Light Armor, Alteration, One-Handed Worst Skills: Two-Handed, Enchanting, Pickpocket, Restoration, Speech Appearance: Dark green, tough flesh with two small fins adorning the back of his otherwise bald skull. Weapons: Preferred use of Ironflesh, Conjure Frost Atronach, and Bound Sword combo Armor: Full College Robes set Spells: Alteration spells up to Adept, Illusion skills up to Expert, Conjuration spells up to Adept Shout: None Other Equipment: Some scrolls, books, and writing utensils. And some money, I suppose. Bio: Renehkt is originally from Black Marsh, but made a journey up to Skyrim to learn about magic at the College of Winterhold. The college has treated him well (even with his Argonian roots), but he decided... maybe he knew enough? He was ready to run back out and make a name for himself! Probably not the best idea, in retrospect, but what happened happened. Now he does his best to scrape by with what illusion magic he can pull off.
Name: Niza Race and Gender: Redguard Female Age: 26 Home Province: Hammerfell Class: Fighter Level: 40 Best Skills: One-handed, Block, Smithing, Enchanting, Heavy Armor Worst Skills: Illusion, Conjuration, Pickpocket, Alchemy, Light Armor Appearance: Light brown,amber eyes, red war paint dashed under her eyes, black check length hair Weapons: Flawless Scimitar Armor: Steel Armor, Steel cuffed boots, Ebony gauntlets, Ebony shield, novice hood Spells: None Shout: None Other Equipment: Necklace of waterbeathing Bio: Hammerfell was boring. Nothing but miles of sand, rock, and crippling depression. Adventure called for Niza, listen she did. She set out to explore Tamerial, and soon she found herself in some trouble. Trouble involving several bandit gangs and a moderate bounty in the Elsweyr, Black Marsh, and southern Cyrodiil areas. This left her with the only choice of seeking refugee in Skyrim for the time being. Lucky, Skyrim was already calling...
Name: Q'discraan Race and Gender: Male Khajiit Age: 25 Home Province: Elsweyr Class: Thief Level: 21 Best Skills: Sneak, Lockpicking, One-Handed, Speech, Illusion Worst Skills: Heavy Armor, Block, Conjuration, Two-handed, Destruction Appearance: Light grey and dark brown coat, green eyes, bobbed tail, almost always hooded. Weapons: A pair of Nordic Daggers His claws Armor: Full Thieves Guild armor Spells: Fast Healing Invisibility Clairvoyance Pacify Shout: Prefers to whisper in his enemy's ear Other Equipment: Tankard Lockpicks Half a treasure map Bio: Q'discraan was born in Elsweyr, to a family of travelling merchants. When he was still young, his family was attacked and slaughtered by bandits; Q'discraan was the only survivor, the bandits mistakenly thinking they could sell him into a life of servitude. He was then taken under the wing of a mysterious master of stealth and Illusion, with whom he travelled for over a decade, until he awoke one morning alone, his mentor leaving nothing but a note and an incomplete map. Since then he has wandered Tamriel; picking the wrong pocket landed him first in jail, then in the Thieves Guild, though he's not as committed as some members. And now he finds himself in Skyrim...
All are accepted. Name: Fox Fire-Mane Race and Gender: Female Nord Age: 26 Home Province: Morrowind Class: Battlemage Level: 35 Best Skills: Destruction, One-Handed, Enchanting, Light Armor, Alchemy Worst Skills: Sneak, Lockpicking, Illusion, Two-Handed, Archery Appearance: Pale, flame red hair, green eyes, freckles Weapons: Silver sword with Absorb Health and Fire Damage enchantments, steel dagger with Soul Trap Armor: Light chitin armor Spells:Flames, Fire Rune, Firebolt, Fire Ball, Flame Cloak, Incinerate, Wall of Flames Shout: Fire Breath Other Equipment: A collection of soul gems and alchemical ingredients, an old lute, a few Restore Health and Restore Magicka potions, and a few hundred gold Bio: Fox Fire-Mane was born in Helgen in the year 4E 174, the same year that the Imperial City fell to the Aldmeri Dominion. Her parents, both soldiers in the Imperial army, were called to Cyrodiil to help retake to city, leaving Fox in the care of a trusted family friend, an elderly Dunmer woman called Uupse Fyr. Within a few months, Uupse received two letters. The first was from the Imperial army, telling her that Fox's parents had died in battle. The second was from the Jarl of Whiterun, informing her that she would need to deliver Fox to the Riften Orphanage. After meeting the cruel woman who ran the orphanage, Uupse decided to take Fox and flee Skyrim, eventually settling in the Morrowind capital city of Blacklight. Uupse, a former spellsword with House Telvanni, trained Fox in magic and martial combat, as well as enchanting and the alchemical arts. She also taught Fox to sing and play the lute. Fox proved to be remarkably adept at fire magic, surpassing her adoptive mother's skills before her fourteenth birthday. As an adult, Fox gained a small level of fame in Blacklight and the surrounding areas as a mercenary, but soon grew bored facing the same old challenges every day. One night, while sitting in her favorite cornerclub, she overheard a pair of drunken Nord sailors talking about a group of old men who lived on a mountain and could breathe fire like the dragons from the old stories. Fox immediately decided that she would meet these Greybeards herself, and make them teach her to summon flames with just her voice. Saying goodbye to her mother and friends, Fox boarded a ship to Windhelm, and several days later found herself pounding on the door to High Hrothgar. The Greybeards, of course, asked her to leave, telling her that she was far too brash and reckless to learn the Way of the Voice. She responded by setting up her tent just outside the monastery, and spent her days pounding on the door and shouting that she wouldn't leave until they taught her to breathe fire. After nearly two months of this, they relented, and agreed to teach her the first Word of Fire Breath. Due to her extraordinary understanding of fire, she mastered Yol within two days. Surprised by her ability, they decided to teach her Toor, and then Shuul. In less than a month, she had mastered the Shout. After leaving the Greybeards, she wandered Skyrim, making a decent living as a sellsword. She's currently seeking her next adventure, whatever it might be.
Name: Hanard Riebatha Race and Gender: Breton Male Age: 60 Home Province: High-Rock Class: Spellsword Level: Late 40's - Early 50's Best Skills: Destruction, One-Handed, Enchanting, Sneak, Illusion Worst Skills: Pickpocket, Lockpicking, Archery, Two-Handed, Heavy Armor Spoiler: Apperance Weapons: Magic, Ebony Blade & Daggers Armor: White robes, Ebony chest-plate, gauntlets, boots and mask. Spells: Thunderbolt, Incinerate, Whirlwind Cloak Shout: Whirlwind Sprint Other Equipment: None Bio: Hanard was born in Camlarn, High Rock at somepoint between 4E 141. Since he was a young boy, Hanard wanted to become an solider in the then-powerful Imperial Army. He often spent hours at a time training himself with a sword outside of his property, working as hard as he could to become a great warrior. Hanard's father, a former Praefect from Cyrodil, often helped with his sons training. Then, the Great War broke out. While Hanard was eager to fight in the Legion, something unexpected happened. He was rejected and not accepted into the Imperial Legion, something that destroyed whatever hope he had left. Frustrated and angry at the world, he almost turned his back on the Legion entirely after feeling betrayed until he discovered magic. After the Great War, Hanard seemingly vanished from the outside world. He dedicated all of his energy, time and his life to the arcane arts. Soon enough, Hanard became a very-powerful Mage, although his skill with a blade was still highly impressive. Hanard soon became a drifter, wandering about Tamriel performing jobs for whoever needed them. Now in his old age, Hanard is still as sharp as ever....
[MENTION=1202]Crimson Lionheart[/MENTION] - By Ebony Blade, do you mean a two-handed ebony sword, or the actual Ebony Blade?
Name: Jovur Athuseus Race and Gender: High Elf/Male Age: 24 Home Province: Summerset Isles Class: Mage Level: 47 Best Skills: Destruction, Illusion, Conjuration, Restoration and Light Armor. Worst Skills: Heavy Armor, Two-Handed, Smithing, Archery and Pickpocketing Appearance: Above average height, green eyes and and blonde hair. Wears the elven se of light armor. Weapons: Orcish Dagger Armor: Elven Spells: Paralysis, Healing, Healing Hands, Turn Undead, Flames, Frostbite, Sparks, Wall of Flames, Chain Lightning, Lightning Storm, Invisibility, Fear, Frenzy, Calm, Bound Sword, Flame Thrall, Frost Thrall, and Revenant. Shout: N/A Other Equipment: Amulet of Resist Fire and Ring of Magicka Regeneration. Bio: A undercover Thalmor agent in Whiterun to insure that the terms of the White-Gold Concordat are enforced as well as hinder Imperial negotiations. (If this needs more just tell me.)
A Thalmor, eh? You're in, but don't be surprised if a certain character whose parents were killed by the Thalmor gets a little... murdery... if the secret gets out.
