Interest check: http://www.everypony.com/threads/skyrim-prequel-rp-dragon-break-ic.18058/#post-694753 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: 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 armour 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... (Thank the Gods for copy & paste XD )
Just going to edit what I had a little... Name: Niza Race and Gender: Redguard Female Age: 26 Home Province: Hammerfell Class: Berserker 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: Beating people to death, but that's not a spell. Shout: Only shouts of rage. Other Equipment: Necklace of waterbeathing Bio: Hammerfell was boring. Nothing but miles of sand, rock, and crippling depression. Adventure called for Niza, and listen she did. She set out to explore Tamerial, and soon she found herself in some trouble. Trouble involving several bandit gangs, several different kegs of wine and mead, 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: Erik Jormungandr Race and Gender: Male vampiric Argonian Age: 33 Home Province: Skyrim Class: Assassin Level: 37 Best Skills: Archery, Light Armor, Sneak, One-Handed, two-handed Worst Skills: Heavy Armor, Destruction, Restoration, Alteration, Conjuration Appearance: A very, very tall, broad, heavy, and muscular argonian, with pale, bluish-white scales, icy-blue eyes, and blocky, large feet and hands. Weapons: Nordic dagger, Butcher Greatsword (looks like a very large Uruk-hai scimitar with a serrated back edge, made of steel), Dwarven Crossbow Armor: Dark Brotherhood attire, Metal face mask fitted to his face secured on the head by leather straps, that crudely looks somewhat like a skull with pointed teeth, with a sharp ridge going from the nostrils to the top of the mask. Spells: Chameleon Shout: Frost Breath Other Equipment: Whatevers good with sneaking around and stuff. Bio: An Argonian abandoned as a hatchling in Skyrim, a Nord by the simple name of Erik took him in and raised the Argonian under his roof in a cabin settled in the snowy, heavily forested mountains. The Nord had taught the Argonian many of the customs of Nords, and the ways of the wilderness. The Argonian had took the name Jormungandr, meaning "Large Beast" in the old Nordic tongue. Jormungandr had an affinity for hunting weapons, and often crafting and repairing them himself, but nothing could compare to the actual hunt. However, one day, Erik had been murdered by an unknown assailant, who had turned out to be a Breton noble with a racial hatred of Argonians who believed that an interaction between Argonians and any human should not be allowed. It was not long before he was found by the Dark Brotherhood after he had called upon them, with the request that he could join them, and kill the man who he considered his father, even taking his name. He did so. Not long afterwards, he was approached by a member of the Dark Brotherhood who was a vampire, who had acknowledged his preference for stealth and working in the dark, as well as his preference for a well-placed mix of speed, strength, and stealth, and offered Erik Jormungandr the chance to become a vampire himself. He did so. So unto this day, Erik had taken the role of part of the Dark Brotherhood, ever waiting in the dark, with a home in the woods of Skyrim, where he often.... hunted......
All accepted. Custom weapons are fine, by the way. Just keep 'em lore friendly. 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.
Crap, I totally forgot about this. I'd kinda like to wait for Tony to get back, seeing as how it was his idea to reboot this in the first place.
*runs back in half awake and with his shirt on backwards* I'm here! I'm here! I'm still fully up for this, but Uglarinn also expressed an interest, so let me just try and steer him over here before we start.
Hry guys, I may not be able to join immediately. I've been a little busy getting ready for the move, i'll try though!
