Hermaeus_Mora
Meh.
Hello, fellow roleplayers! I'm about to start a new RP, called 'No rest for the wicked'. Just post your character card if you're interested.
The plot:
Sheogorath raged, deep in his plane of Oblivion. A mere mortal, one of those numnuts, had stolen HIS Wabbajack! Oh, the stupid damned soul! He would be dead before long! Although...
Hadn't Sheogorath always liked to play a game? Make fun of his subjects, and let them be punished by other powers than his own? Yes, of course! With that thought in mind, Sheogorath ordered one of his crazy servants to go off to the inn in Whiterun, and recruit a band of warriors who would find and kill the thief, and ultimately return the Wabbajack.
Current players
Hermaeus_Mora - Alphonse el Valiente
Boudica - Qa
leepdroon - Rjok
FusRoDovah - Marlo
D_A - Dar'Ja
The plot:
Sheogorath raged, deep in his plane of Oblivion. A mere mortal, one of those numnuts, had stolen HIS Wabbajack! Oh, the stupid damned soul! He would be dead before long! Although...
Hadn't Sheogorath always liked to play a game? Make fun of his subjects, and let them be punished by other powers than his own? Yes, of course! With that thought in mind, Sheogorath ordered one of his crazy servants to go off to the inn in Whiterun, and recruit a band of warriors who would find and kill the thief, and ultimately return the Wabbajack.
Current players
Hermaeus_Mora - Alphonse el Valiente
Name: Alphonse el Valiente
Race: Redguard
Class: Javelineer
Gender: Male
Age: 36
Appearance: Medium build, not very muscular. Has short black hair usually carelessly swiped to one side. Though he is a Redguard, his skin is quite pale in comparison to his brothers, though he would still look tan to the average Imperial. Usually wears rich garbments, embroidered with a yellow castle on a red field.
Fighting style & equipment: Alphonse takes to the field of battle on a lightly armored swift brown horse called Tatar. He is lightly armored himself as well, preferring to throw javelins at his enemies from a distance while protecting himself with a kite shield rather than meeting his foe man-to-man. He is very nimble, though, and if required he can deal some damage at close range.
Biography: Alphonse is the heir to a noble House of Hammerfell, called 'Castille'. As a nobleman, he lived his life quite peacefully, marrying a woman from another Noble family at the age of 16, and fathered a daughter called Urraca el Valiente a year later. As a nobleman, he of course had combat training as a boy and continued in his later years. A man naming himself Graziano el Valiente claimed to be the rightful heir of Castille, though, and due to a forged document Alphonse and his family were evicted from the lands. Alphonse could not rest easily though, and used his abundance of money to buy a home for his wife and daughter, and set out looking for the real inheritance documents, leading him to all the important cities of Tamriel. Recent sightings place him in Skyrim.
Race: Redguard
Class: Javelineer
Gender: Male
Age: 36
Appearance: Medium build, not very muscular. Has short black hair usually carelessly swiped to one side. Though he is a Redguard, his skin is quite pale in comparison to his brothers, though he would still look tan to the average Imperial. Usually wears rich garbments, embroidered with a yellow castle on a red field.
Fighting style & equipment: Alphonse takes to the field of battle on a lightly armored swift brown horse called Tatar. He is lightly armored himself as well, preferring to throw javelins at his enemies from a distance while protecting himself with a kite shield rather than meeting his foe man-to-man. He is very nimble, though, and if required he can deal some damage at close range.
Biography: Alphonse is the heir to a noble House of Hammerfell, called 'Castille'. As a nobleman, he lived his life quite peacefully, marrying a woman from another Noble family at the age of 16, and fathered a daughter called Urraca el Valiente a year later. As a nobleman, he of course had combat training as a boy and continued in his later years. A man naming himself Graziano el Valiente claimed to be the rightful heir of Castille, though, and due to a forged document Alphonse and his family were evicted from the lands. Alphonse could not rest easily though, and used his abundance of money to buy a home for his wife and daughter, and set out looking for the real inheritance documents, leading him to all the important cities of Tamriel. Recent sightings place him in Skyrim.
Boudica - Qa
Name - Qa
Race - Khajiit
Class - Madman
Gender - Male
Age - N/A
Weaponry - Stinging nettles wrapped around pointy sticks (or daedric daggers if he's feeling boring)
Appearance - Smooth and groomed, you wouldn't first look upon this ebony pelted Khajiit and think he's a dangerous loony that will drown you in your porridge bowl. He stands at 6'2" and is dappled with white spots. His eyes are glacial blue and have slitted iris' and his teeth are pristine and sharp. Some rumor his tongue to be forked like the worst of daedric princes...
His wears common clothes; white lace up shirt with dark navy britches and forgoes shoes, gloves and hats.
Bio - Make one up, everyone does, including himself. His own history frequently fluctuates between the dramatic, the epic and the ordinary...so...nobody can tell for sure what his story is. His favourite so far is that he is the son of a honor less warrior whom he killed in battle over a flagon of snowberry juice once his father had trained him in deadly arts. It would explain his skill with blades...but not much else...
Main skills - Flower picking, sneak, stabbing pointy things in squishy, blood filled people.
Race - Khajiit
Class - Madman
Gender - Male
Age - N/A
Weaponry - Stinging nettles wrapped around pointy sticks (or daedric daggers if he's feeling boring)
Appearance - Smooth and groomed, you wouldn't first look upon this ebony pelted Khajiit and think he's a dangerous loony that will drown you in your porridge bowl. He stands at 6'2" and is dappled with white spots. His eyes are glacial blue and have slitted iris' and his teeth are pristine and sharp. Some rumor his tongue to be forked like the worst of daedric princes...
His wears common clothes; white lace up shirt with dark navy britches and forgoes shoes, gloves and hats.
Bio - Make one up, everyone does, including himself. His own history frequently fluctuates between the dramatic, the epic and the ordinary...so...nobody can tell for sure what his story is. His favourite so far is that he is the son of a honor less warrior whom he killed in battle over a flagon of snowberry juice once his father had trained him in deadly arts. It would explain his skill with blades...but not much else...
Main skills - Flower picking, sneak, stabbing pointy things in squishy, blood filled people.
leepdroon - Rjok
Name: Rjok
Race: Orc
Gender: Male
Class: Berserk
Faction: Dark Brotherhood, Tribal Orcs
Looks: 5'6. Bald, brown eyes, red war paint in the forehead. Muscled and has a scar in the cheek made by an axe he almost dodged.
Age: 31
War: He is sided with the Stormcloaks as he believes in a better future for Skyrim. He despises general Tullius because he wanted to execute him just for entering Solitude, since then he decided he would slaughter him as soon as possible.
Diseases: Skooma addiction made him get tired easily and break into unexplainable raging fights with random people who weren't exactly nice to him. He is still addicted and will do a lot of things to get Skooma.
Major Skills: Both-Handed, Heavy Armor, Blocking
Minor Skills: Sneaking, Light Armor, One-Handed
Personality: He can be quite rude and raw. He is very resistant to both physical and emotional pain and will not stop to wimp about any of those. The thing that most hits him is when someone he cares about dies.
Equipment: Orcish gauntlets, boots and armor. Around his neck, he has an amulet made of the teeth of sabre cats and bears. He will usually fight with his dwarven hammer in order to destroy every bone of the enemy he is dealing with. He also owns an orcish shield and an orcish mace in case he wishes to take on a foe that will take longer to deal with.
Likes: Fighting in general, Smashing, especially wooden things, Sieging, he really loves discussing tactics too, Skooma, Malacath
Dislikes: Divines, he is an atheist, worshipping Malacath as a great being, but no god, Mages and arcane arts, as he thinks it's cheating to fight without steel, Elves, because most of them do magic and he also hates the Thalmor, which increases the hatred for elves.
Acquaintances: All the Dark Brotherhood except Babette and Cicero, they creep him out. All the orcs around the strongholds.
Bio: He was born in an orc stronghold and learned every battle move he knows there. It was the fifth stronghold in Skyrim, named Argabur. He never got out of it until it was attacked, so he doesn't know where it was. It was striked by the Thalmor, as they hated their religion. He was alive in the middle of the ruins and wandered in hunger and thirst around the province. He then got to Falkreath and joined the brotherhood. After some time he found another stronghold and explained his story. They let him in and asked him to retrieve an artifact in Black Reach that belonged to Malacath and appeared to be blessed. That was when he found most of his gear.
Misc: He once striked a Thalmor hideout. Killed every man and woman inside and found Rulindil. He said he would surrender and when Rjok was about to leave, he conjured a Storm Atronach that almost killed him. Since then, he despises magic and elves.
Enemy Factions: Thalmor, College of Winterhold
Most hated foes: Wizards, especially conjurers, Dwarven Automatons, Draugr and Chaurus.
Weakness: He is a little narrow minded. A lot. If not to say dumb or stupid. Any time he needs knowledge he usually fails unless accompanied with a smarter friend. Magic is very effective against him as he has no knowledge of enchanting or arcane.
Strength: He always knows what to do in a siege situation. Either in the defensive side or the offensive. He deals with the battle stress perfectly, making him have iron nerves and manage to handle the situation he is in almost the best way possible.
Race: Orc
Gender: Male
Class: Berserk
Faction: Dark Brotherhood, Tribal Orcs
Looks: 5'6. Bald, brown eyes, red war paint in the forehead. Muscled and has a scar in the cheek made by an axe he almost dodged.
Age: 31
War: He is sided with the Stormcloaks as he believes in a better future for Skyrim. He despises general Tullius because he wanted to execute him just for entering Solitude, since then he decided he would slaughter him as soon as possible.
Diseases: Skooma addiction made him get tired easily and break into unexplainable raging fights with random people who weren't exactly nice to him. He is still addicted and will do a lot of things to get Skooma.
Major Skills: Both-Handed, Heavy Armor, Blocking
Minor Skills: Sneaking, Light Armor, One-Handed
Personality: He can be quite rude and raw. He is very resistant to both physical and emotional pain and will not stop to wimp about any of those. The thing that most hits him is when someone he cares about dies.
Equipment: Orcish gauntlets, boots and armor. Around his neck, he has an amulet made of the teeth of sabre cats and bears. He will usually fight with his dwarven hammer in order to destroy every bone of the enemy he is dealing with. He also owns an orcish shield and an orcish mace in case he wishes to take on a foe that will take longer to deal with.
Likes: Fighting in general, Smashing, especially wooden things, Sieging, he really loves discussing tactics too, Skooma, Malacath
Dislikes: Divines, he is an atheist, worshipping Malacath as a great being, but no god, Mages and arcane arts, as he thinks it's cheating to fight without steel, Elves, because most of them do magic and he also hates the Thalmor, which increases the hatred for elves.
Acquaintances: All the Dark Brotherhood except Babette and Cicero, they creep him out. All the orcs around the strongholds.
Bio: He was born in an orc stronghold and learned every battle move he knows there. It was the fifth stronghold in Skyrim, named Argabur. He never got out of it until it was attacked, so he doesn't know where it was. It was striked by the Thalmor, as they hated their religion. He was alive in the middle of the ruins and wandered in hunger and thirst around the province. He then got to Falkreath and joined the brotherhood. After some time he found another stronghold and explained his story. They let him in and asked him to retrieve an artifact in Black Reach that belonged to Malacath and appeared to be blessed. That was when he found most of his gear.
Misc: He once striked a Thalmor hideout. Killed every man and woman inside and found Rulindil. He said he would surrender and when Rjok was about to leave, he conjured a Storm Atronach that almost killed him. Since then, he despises magic and elves.
Enemy Factions: Thalmor, College of Winterhold
Most hated foes: Wizards, especially conjurers, Dwarven Automatons, Draugr and Chaurus.
Weakness: He is a little narrow minded. A lot. If not to say dumb or stupid. Any time he needs knowledge he usually fails unless accompanied with a smarter friend. Magic is very effective against him as he has no knowledge of enchanting or arcane.
Strength: He always knows what to do in a siege situation. Either in the defensive side or the offensive. He deals with the battle stress perfectly, making him have iron nerves and manage to handle the situation he is in almost the best way possible.
FusRoDovah - Marlo
Name: Marlo
Race:Imperial
Age:25
Skills:One Handed,Block,Archery
Class:Warrior
Weapons:Ebony Sword and Ebony shield(enchanted with resistance to magic)
Unique Abilites:Fast observer,skilled fighter
Armor:Full Ebony,but with a long white line,which is a scar, on the front of the chest piece,shield also showing signs of battle
Likes:Exploring,going on adventures
Dislikes:Mostly Thalmor,but with a few exceptions,in rest,arrogant people
Looks:Rarely takes off the helmet,but has combed brown hair,scar starting from the left side of the mouth ending on the middle of the chin,well built,1.80m,65 kg,athletic built body.
Background:Original from Cyrodill,his father was a warrior which trained him since he was a little boy in the arts of war,had one brother which used to train him and take him to the Imperial City(he lived in the outskirts),was a member of the what was left of the Fighers Guild but he left them and Cyrodill for Skyrim's Riverwood.He eventually found the Companions but left them when found out about the werewolf secret in one of his major journeys..Now he's roaming Skyrim looking for bounties and adventures.
Weakness:Because he was raised in Cyrodill,the cold usually affects him mostly(Frost magic),curiosity
Race:Imperial
Age:25
Skills:One Handed,Block,Archery
Class:Warrior
Weapons:Ebony Sword and Ebony shield(enchanted with resistance to magic)
Unique Abilites:Fast observer,skilled fighter
Armor:Full Ebony,but with a long white line,which is a scar, on the front of the chest piece,shield also showing signs of battle
Likes:Exploring,going on adventures
Dislikes:Mostly Thalmor,but with a few exceptions,in rest,arrogant people
Looks:Rarely takes off the helmet,but has combed brown hair,scar starting from the left side of the mouth ending on the middle of the chin,well built,1.80m,65 kg,athletic built body.
Background:Original from Cyrodill,his father was a warrior which trained him since he was a little boy in the arts of war,had one brother which used to train him and take him to the Imperial City(he lived in the outskirts),was a member of the what was left of the Fighers Guild but he left them and Cyrodill for Skyrim's Riverwood.He eventually found the Companions but left them when found out about the werewolf secret in one of his major journeys..Now he's roaming Skyrim looking for bounties and adventures.
Weakness:Because he was raised in Cyrodill,the cold usually affects him mostly(Frost magic),curiosity
D_A - Dar'Ja
Name: Dar(Theif)'Ja(Young Adult)-Dar'Ja (Just call him Dar)
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Race: Khajiit
Class: Theif/Stealthy
Choice of Weapons: (Never really used weapons against anything other than animals) Hunting Bow, Steel Dagger.
Physical Description: Nice light Brown pelt/hair. No scars. 5'7" in height on the skinnier side.
What he Wears: For now just a Belted Tunic, Pants and Boots. (When adventuring)
Fighting Style: Doesen't have one (Yet)
History: Lived in skyrim since he was born. Lived in Riften. Always caused mischief as a child due to pranks or stealing things such as apple's from the near orchard. He would never get caught doing anything mischievous due to his stealth and his wits. As he grew older he would start to steal bigger more expensive things such as rings and necklaces, it just grew as he got older and he became a master thief by the time he was 18. Never killed another person although he has killed animals.
Personality: Some-what aggressive. Isn't shy to express his opinion. Some what of a leader. Mostly quiet but he can have spurs of being talkative.
Additional Info.: He hates the Thalmor/AD with a burning passion. Never recruited into any guild. Favors Imperial over storm cloaks.
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Race: Khajiit
Class: Theif/Stealthy
Choice of Weapons: (Never really used weapons against anything other than animals) Hunting Bow, Steel Dagger.
Physical Description: Nice light Brown pelt/hair. No scars. 5'7" in height on the skinnier side.
What he Wears: For now just a Belted Tunic, Pants and Boots. (When adventuring)
Fighting Style: Doesen't have one (Yet)
History: Lived in skyrim since he was born. Lived in Riften. Always caused mischief as a child due to pranks or stealing things such as apple's from the near orchard. He would never get caught doing anything mischievous due to his stealth and his wits. As he grew older he would start to steal bigger more expensive things such as rings and necklaces, it just grew as he got older and he became a master thief by the time he was 18. Never killed another person although he has killed animals.
Personality: Some-what aggressive. Isn't shy to express his opinion. Some what of a leader. Mostly quiet but he can have spurs of being talkative.
Additional Info.: He hates the Thalmor/AD with a burning passion. Never recruited into any guild. Favors Imperial over storm cloaks.
