Hi Morphin'! Welcome to teh RP! I'll let you run down the characters you'll be using first (I have no Idea what to write for my character's description right now, plus I need to go to sleep soon. so please forgive me for this bout of extreme laziness)
Okay: Name: Tiberius Vinci Race: Imperial Gender: Male Age: 27 Height: 5' 11" Weight: 172 lbs. Hair: Brown Eyes: Brown Bio/Personality: Not much is known about him, other than the fact that he once served in the Imperial Army.
Well given he's an imperial, you could say he's been in the imperial army. I'm not entirely sure what to say to be honest so I'll write up my character. that way it'll help you decide what you want for your character
Mysterious is good! Means you can have some interesting background info. If you can't think of anything right now, just remember that you can make stuff up as you go along. Anyways, here's my character c: Name: Karmen Idgo Race: high elf Gender: female Weight: "none of your business!" Hair: Golden (basically the default colour for high elves) Eyes: amber
It was blowing a bitter cold gale outside the winking skeever in solitude one night. The skeever was packed with people looking to get out of the cold, get well acquainted with a bottle of mead and hear a fine tale of bloody battle from the bard. (I'll let you introduce your Imperial guy here seeing as I have no control over who he is or what he does. Also, if you need a little more help with your character then I'll be more than happy to oblige.)
In walked a former Imperial guard, by the name of Tiberius Vinci. That was pretty much all anyone ever knew about him, as he kept to himself for the most part. "I need about a pint of mead," he said to the bartender.
"you'll either have a pint of mead or ya won't. We don't do 'abouts' here." the bartender replied back As Tiberius waited for his mead he looked to his left and noticed a tall figure in a sleeveless, grey, hooded piece of armor (blackguard armor) sat a couple of chairs away from him laughing a little by what she'd just heard between Tiberius and the bartender.
"Fine, I will have a pint," Tiberius said, agitated. "Happy?" Sent from my Nokia 3310 using Tapatalk 2
Karmen laughed a little again before saying "hey, I'm not the one who'll be drinking it" The bartender then returned with a pint flask full of mead and placed it on the table. "that'll be 'almost' 15 septims sir"
Tiberius paid up. He then turned to the elf. "Very funny," he said snidely, "When I'm here for a drink, I'm here for a drink, got it?"
"Now is not the time for fun, young lady," said Tiberius, "Tamriel is in grave danger, and I need a drink."
"What in Sovngarde do you think I'm trying to do?" replied Tiberius irritably, "Drinking helps me forget my troubles, and you're not helping me in the slightest." Suddenly, a great roar could be heard from outside. The dragons were attacking the town! "We have to get out of here," said Tiberius, sobering up instantly. "Follow me," he ordered the elf as he ran out of the bar, sword aloft.
