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In the years of Tiber Septim’s bloodline rule there have been many antagonists and Heroes, but do we ever get to see the common folk? The folk that only work to help villages. The others that have lives beyond being a Merchant, Blacksmith, or a city Guard. Well in this Rp we get to go on an adventure... one that doesn’t have any Impact on the World. A small endevour that some unlikely friends get tasked to.

You can make up a backstory of why you’re here in Cyrodiil. We will all meet in A tavern called Bertha’s Benign. ((This takes place in the most regular times in TES early 3rd era.))

This will be a mostly para Rp and Please no one liners.(all of the time) this could be 1x1 or a group thing...time will only tell. So please drop down a quick description of your OC like this guide.

Age:

Name:

Race:

Appearance:

Skills (Magicka,or Racial abilities):

Specialties (social things. Like Smooth talker,or Ladies man):

Weapons (Nothing Crazy, like the dagger of |insert name here| or Daedric artifacts.):

Background:

Your Job or Hustle:

Gang or Guild is affiliated with (Morag Tong and Dark Brotherhood are No’s unless you discuss it with me in pm’s):

Inventory (septims are extended to 80 depending on what you do for a living, or social status.) :

Armor Class (Heavy,Medium,Light.):

(Optionals))

Status (poor,rich,single,famous, stuff like that.) :

God (((no Talos because he isn’t a god yet,Akatosh,Vivec,Molag Bal, anyone really.) :

Political View (with the Empire or against it?) :

Sub race:

Curses and Diseases (MAYBE lycanthropy if we can work things out. And Yes to Vampirism. No team killing) :

(((Remember people we are suppose to be regular-ish people))

And depending on What you carry I will determine the success of some actions.....like dnd without the rolling and complicated things.

Age: 23

Name: Orion Atticus

Race: Imperial

Personality: He is Charming and brave, not afraid to be the first to test the waters. He is kind and Loyal to people he enjoys to be around with. He treats Beggars and peasants with respect and always give them A few Septims.

Appearance: Brown, combed back hair. a nice charming grin. Prominent Wine Red eyes. Nice thick dark brown eyebrows, and a light stubble complement the dashing Orion Atticus. This is the face of a true Imperial Patriot. It is smooth and Dark Tan, Warm. The scar that penetrates his left eyebrow is still distinct, yet his face never looked like the warrior kind. Nose ,mouth ,and ears...all prominent. He stands at Six foot Six taller than almost everyone he meets. This is Paired with his Natural Muscular physique. He is only slightly Muscular, only what the average Athlete has. ((Clothing: His fairly short sleeved, velvety jacket covers him to just above his groin and is buttoned up completely at the top left side. The sleeves of his jacket are incredibly wide and reach down to just above his wrists, they're decorated with several thread linings at the sleeve ends.The jacket has a narrow, round neckline which reveals part of the luxurious shirt worn below it and is worn with a big leather belt, which is held together by a big belt buckle. The leather belt is partially decorative, but mostly a purposeful addition.His pants are simple and incredibly wide and reach down to his leather boots. The boots are made from a very uncommon leather , but are otherwise quite simple.))

Skills (Magicka,or Racial abilities): He is advanced in Illusion Magicka due to his boost with Imperial Luck. He is also an amazing diplomat and persuader.

Specialties (social things. Like Smooth talker,or Ladies man): He is a Charming Scoundrel that almost never gets caught. Nobility from his heritage.

Weapons (Nothing Crazy, like the dagger of |insert name here| or Daedric artifacts.): A Steel short Sword on his hip. A small iron dagger in bag. Some poison to get his way or escape. Some poison tipped darts.

Background: There's something enthralling about him nonetheless, people tend to welcome him, while befriending his friends to get closer to him and his Riches, for He is a descendant of an Imperial City Noble. He tends to use his Surname as a pass to everything, he’s dwindling with some narcotics and gets caught? “I am an Atticus , fool! Unhand me or you’ll hear from my Father!” The truth is he barely speaks with his family. He’s an Outcast, ever since he was Illegitimately conceived. His father is a Noble and his Mother...was a...Nord Slave from an underground Morrowind trafficking ring. His Father started to pay him after Orion’s mother died to keep him quiet, the father just lets him be and half accepts him as a son. He kind of cares about Orion because every time he does or trouble that comes to him, His father interferes and saves his ass. The feeling between them is friendly, though he would never Invite Orion to birthdays or public appearances.

Your Job or Hustle: He usually Hustles some people out of Money with some schemes of falsehood.

Gang or Guild is affiliated with (Morag Tong and Dark Brotherhood are No’s unless you discuss it with me in pm’s): Atticus Associates.

Inventory (septims are extended to 80 depending on what you do for a living, or social status.) : 50 septims.

Armor Class (Heavy,Medium,Light.): Medium, Chain Mail.

(Optionals))

Status (poor,rich,single,famous, stuff like that.) : Infamous and Famous! People turn heads when he arrives and snarl at him if they’ve been swindled before. He is a scoundrel.

God (Akatosh,Vivec,Molag Bal, anyone really.) : Stendarr, Luck and Charity.

Political View (with the Empire or against it?) : Empire Patriot.

Sub race: Colovenese, a mix of Colovian and Nibenese.

Curses and Diseases (MAYBE lycanthropy if we can work things out. And Yes to Vampirism. No team killing) : N/A.

Age: 82

Name: Arun-Ja/Speaks-With-Hist

Race: Saxhleel/Argonian

Appearance: A tall, slim Argonian with pale skin, a blinded left eye from the Akaviri campaign, and a bloodshot right eye. Horns of dark grey adorn his head, making him appear to be Daedra of some kind. Standing at 6'1", the thin mage is always followed by a Clannfear named "Dagon" and a Winged Twilight called "Azura", after their associated Daedric Princes, of course. He dons a wine-colored robe, decorated with trinkets and gifts from home. His staff was given to him by a Telvanni magister from Vvardenfell, as it resembles the physique of a Kwama.

Skills: (Magicka) Conjuration and Destruction are his mastered skills, while Illusion and Alteration are works in progress. While his voice is raspy and elderly, his song is beyond that of many ideas. A sensational Bard and storyteller.

Specialties: Knowledge of Daedric rituals, beautiful song voice (despite his rasp), tactical strategies from wars long past.

Weapons: A Kwama-staff of lightning, an Argonian dagger, and his familiars.

Background: Growing up, Arun-Ja was a simple farmer with his family. He partook in the Akaviri campaign, earning a blinded left eye in the process. He became a vampire to have extended life and to spread wisdom from the past.

Job: Currently, he works at the small library in the Imperial City, his condition hidden from his customers.

Guild: Mages Guild (Affiliated)

Inventory: Around 25 Septims at the rate he works.

Armour class: Light; Robes, clothing.

Status: Rich in knowledge, semi-poor in reality .

God(s): The Hist, Sithis (an Argonian worshipped deity).

Political view: Imperial

Condition/Disease: Vampirism (well maintained every few feedings.)


(Hey, RRH. I saw this Elder Scrolls Roleplay and wanted to join in. Is Arun-Ja allowed?)

• Age: 32
  
• Name: Naevius Duronia
  
• Race: Imperial
  
• Appearance: He possesses a rectangular face with a defined, slightly pointed chin and a sturdy jaw line. His dark eyes are small and spaced evenly apart, sitting below trim eyebrows that seem to curve as a natural extension of his aquiline nose. He keeps his mouth closed in a thin, straight line, and his hair—naturally light brown in color—was a subtle undercut, slightly short on the top. He stood at one hundred seventy-eight centimetres and weighing seventy point one kilogrammes. The armor he wore was sturdy, steel plate, layered over his body to protect the toned body underneath, however it had it's battle scars, scratches and chinks in the steel. His helmet shared the same marks.
  
• Skills: Military training, unarmed combat, armed combat and the like. Including but not limited to, use of a sword and shield, a pike or spear and a bow. He is an excellent strategist, tactician and negotiator, however after
  
• Specialties: He can craft a particularly exceptional blade and suit of armor, although he never has the time to do so.
  
• Weapons: Expanding what was stated previously, he can also utilize two-handed weapons and dual-wield, however he's never been particularly fond of the latter choice. He usually has a shield and Imperial Broadsword on his person.
  
• Background: Naevius was just like any young child in the Empire, wanting to join the ranks of the Legion and fight for their Emperor, and his wish nearly came true when he entered the Legion at fifteen. Instead he was placed as a city guard. Not one to back down, Naevius performed his duties promptly and without lip. Soon he was promoted to Captain, overlooking the town. He has stayed at that rank for the last ten years.
  
• Your Job: Imperial Legion, Captain
  
• Inventory: 30 Septims
  
• Armor Class: Medium to Heavy, usually heavy.
  
• Status: Currently middle-class and slightly bored with his duties, hopefully something will spice it up soon.
  
• God: Zenithar, with honest work comes honest money.
  
• Political View: Loyal to the Empire

Age: 25

Name: Leonidas Shadowblade

Race: Dunmer

Appearance: About average height for a Dunmer male, a little on the muscular side. Gray skin on the darker side, his eyes a little lighter red than normal for a Dunmer. Black hair, spiked up, mostly pointing backwards.

Skills (Magicka,or Racial abilities): Resistance to fire, quite stealthy, though he does work well in open combat once he's discovered, or in situations where stealth isn't an option. He's kind of at the apprentice level with bows, capable of using one well enough, but still not too good. He is, however, quite the accomplished smith, as well as a halfway decent enchanter.

Specialties (social things. Like Smooth talker,or Ladies man): Quite charming, for an assassin. Usually cold, he can turn up the charm if it means getting information about a target, or even just better prices.

Weapons (Nothing Crazy, like the dagger of |insert name here| or Daedric artifacts.): Ebony dagger, ebony shortsword

Background: Lived most of his life in Vvardenfell with his father, training to become an assassin, a quite skilled one at that. At the age of 20 he moved to Cyrodil, purchasing a small house in Bruma with the money his father had given him. Since then he has been taking whatever assassin jobs he can, sending most of the money he makes back to his father, only keeping what he needs for food, and upkeep of equipment.

Your Job or Hustle: Freelance assassin, sometimes work as a blacksmith when the contracts aren't coming in.

Inventory (septims are extended to 80 depending on what you do for a living, or social status.) : 45, he's been pretty light on work lately.

Armor Class (Heavy,Medium,Light.): Light, specially made armor that resembles the Nightingale armor in basic design, but with more red accents, handed down from his father (Unless it has to be something from within the games, in which case leather armor from Oblivion, just colored black)

(Optionals))

Status (poor,rich,single,famous, stuff like that.) : Roughly middle class. He has quite a large amount of money, but sends most of it back to his Father in Vvardenfell

God (((no Talos because he isn’t a god yet,Akatosh,Vivec,Molag Bal, anyone really.) : Azura, Boethiah, and Mephala

Political View (with the Empire or against it?) : Leaning towards the Empire, but isn't the biggest fan.

We are Indeed open still if anyone else wanted join In the Final Slot. Bring In the Characters

Age: 21

Name: Andren-Ei

Race: Argonian

Appearance: A tall, healthy (if a little thin) young Argonian. He stands at about 6'4" and is roughly 190lb. Silverish scales cover his body, with an almost pearlescent red color which gets more red closer to his spine, and one single, blue stripe running straight down along the center of his vertebrae.
He has gray-blue eyes with red circle marks on his cheeks, and his throat, top of his head to the bridge of his nose and the feathery plume on top of head head are red as well, while his eyebrows, corners of his mouth and the bony spikes along his jaw have blue outlines.
He has two horn jutting straight out the back of his head, which begin to curl only slightly at the very tips of them.

Skills: an apprentice conjurer and decent swordsman. He's good enough with a bow to hunt, but his aim is sub-par under the pressure of combat.

Specialties: quick hands-on learner; great speaking voice but is often pretty shy. Has potential to be a leader, but lacks the confidence.

Weapons: An old, Argonian great sword with a strong fire enchantment that he's inherited as a family heirloom. In spite of its age, it's as sharp as the day as it was forged and all the obsidian "teeth" that make up the blade are in perfect condition.

Background: Born and raised in Black Marsh for most of his life, he and his family moved to Cyrodiil when he was 16 when his father, a middle-class merchant in Stormhold, decided to try his luck working in the Capital.
He had already been practicing swordsmanship in the Marsh, but upon arriving in Cyrodiil he became friends with several mages who began teaching him conjuration Magic, and he's been practicing that for the past five years as well.
When he turned 18, he decided to strike it out on his own. He couldn't think of many jobs where his swordsmanship to conjuring abilities could be put to use besides "mercenary" so he settled for a more subtle life and bought himself a small bakery outside of the capital and is currently very content with his life. He doesn't try to hide his skill with blade or magic though and so is sometimes called upon as an escort or something for a short time, which he is more than happy to do to help break up the more mundane tasks of running a bakery.

Your Job or Hustle: Baker, part-time protector for hire

Gang or Guild is affiliated with: Mages Guild, sort of. Not an actual student or member, but often has members visiting him

Inventory: 70 Septims (he owns his own bakery, after all), a few health and magicka potions, his sword, and a few books.

Armor Class (Heavy,Medium,Light.): he fantasizes about heavy armor but knows he can't wear it himself. He owns a nice set of hardened leather armor that he uses when he needs to fill his role as protector.

(Optionals))

Status: middle-class, single and looking (but not very hard)

God: Sithis, Akatosh, and Zenithar all have shrines in his home

Political View (with the Empire or against it?) : wholly for the empire

How would y’all like to do this? PM or Forum.

Also would you like one more person to join.

I prefer pm

I'd prefer doing it in pms, that way it's less likely people will forget about it.

Agreed.

We’ll do a quick check in right now

Here

I believe we’re ready so y’all will get a message