Buffington Battle-Born
3 B's, Ho!
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*this song plays as I sadly walk away:*
*this song plays as I sadly walk away:*
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OOC Entry 41, 17th of Frostfall: They're Here OOC
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Harc
Big Hog
Character card:
Name: Lord Aerinir
Race: Altmer
Allegiance:Thalmor
Role:commander of the thalmor mage forces.
Personal info: born 6 days after the oblivion crisis, Aerinir was a curious altmer his father taught him many things about the arcane, and he would always go on childish adventures with his cousin Elenwen, and his friend Naarfin. He joined the thalmor when he was 20 his friend Naarfin and cousin elenwen joined slightly after. Elenwen went Into politics, Naarfin combat, and Aerinir arcane arts. Aerinir has fought many battles in the Great War, those battles got him promoted many times. Now he is the grand Mage. The civil war results surprised him, but now he is awaiting the attackers to show up at his homeland.
Appearance: tall, gold skin, gold eyes, well educated.
Weapons: ebony dagger of thunderbolts, destruction magic, illusion magic, alteration magic, conjuration magic, restoration magic.
Apparel: non hooded thalmor robes with a gold diamond design in the center of the robes, and a crown representing his leadership of the thalmor mages
Name: Lord Aerinir
Race: Altmer
Allegiance:Thalmor
Role:commander of the thalmor mage forces.
Personal info: born 6 days after the oblivion crisis, Aerinir was a curious altmer his father taught him many things about the arcane, and he would always go on childish adventures with his cousin Elenwen, and his friend Naarfin. He joined the thalmor when he was 20 his friend Naarfin and cousin elenwen joined slightly after. Elenwen went Into politics, Naarfin combat, and Aerinir arcane arts. Aerinir has fought many battles in the Great War, those battles got him promoted many times. Now he is the grand Mage. The civil war results surprised him, but now he is awaiting the attackers to show up at his homeland.
Appearance: tall, gold skin, gold eyes, well educated.
Weapons: ebony dagger of thunderbolts, destruction magic, illusion magic, alteration magic, conjuration magic, restoration magic.
Apparel: non hooded thalmor robes with a gold diamond design in the center of the robes, and a crown representing his leadership of the thalmor mages
Buffington Battle-Born
3 B's, Ho!
Sounds like he'll be a good opponent. Welcome aboard.
Harc
Big Hog
It shall be hard fighting both alien technology and argonians alike, but I shall try my best
Dragonborn99
New Member
I would like to participate 
Buffington Battle-Born
3 B's, Ho!
Sure. Could you please post either a character card or a brief description of the character you'll be controlling?I would like to participate
Dragonborn99
New Member
Here is a brief description of my character:
GOLEMN:
RACE: dark elf
AGE: 28
SEX: Male
GOLEMN is a very strong, intelligent and magic wielding dark elf. GOLEMN works secretly for the dark brotherhood and is dragonborn.
GOLEMN is ready to rid of any evil and is prepared for a fight!
GOLEMN:
RACE: dark elf
AGE: 28
SEX: Male
GOLEMN is a very strong, intelligent and magic wielding dark elf. GOLEMN works secretly for the dark brotherhood and is dragonborn.
GOLEMN is ready to rid of any evil and is prepared for a fight!
Buffington Battle-Born
3 B's, Ho!
I don't mean to rain down on the fun, but...
there's already a Dragonborn in the story, and it wouldn't make a lot of sense for there to be two together. Could you please, just for this RP, have your character be non-Dragonborn? Again, I'm sorry for the inconvenience.
Jei El
We will be avenged.
I'm going to use my other argonian, Swims Silently.
Name: Swims Silently
Race: Argonian
Class: Ex-Shadowscale.
Gender: Male
Age: 29 ( Argonians live for a long time )
Looks: Grey skin with red tattoo lines on his body. 5'9.
Personality: Easy going, generally to everyone. Loyal to death to his friends. Doesn't care for political matters since he worships the Hist. Generally trusting if you prove your genuineness.
Weapons: An Argonian-made enchanted steel sword that poisons and twin dagger.
Armor: Argonian Spellcaster robes and hood. Nothing special. Same stats as adept robes. Ebony boots and gloves.
Spells: Invisibility, Any runes or bolt-like destruction spells, telekinesis. Many more.
Bio: Swims Silently was born under the Shadow sign in Argonia, so he was immediately trained as an assassin. He only killed because it was his duty and had to do it, he never killed out of vengeance. Around age 20ish he moved to Skyrim and joined up with his old trainer, Veezura, at the Falkreath Stronghold. After the collapse of the Dark Brotherhood he left the new Listener ( who had become his friend ) and set off to a better life, one without killing. He now works at the Riften fishery, although he still wishes for some adventure. He's saved up a lot of money from contracts so he has a nice little fortune to spend on anything he might need. He's also fairly strong, so if you're his ally it's a good thing. If you're on the wrong side of the fist, it's not so good. He has a thing for HistSap.
Name: Swims Silently
Race: Argonian
Class: Ex-Shadowscale.
Gender: Male
Age: 29 ( Argonians live for a long time )
Looks: Grey skin with red tattoo lines on his body. 5'9.
Personality: Easy going, generally to everyone. Loyal to death to his friends. Doesn't care for political matters since he worships the Hist. Generally trusting if you prove your genuineness.
Weapons: An Argonian-made enchanted steel sword that poisons and twin dagger.
Armor: Argonian Spellcaster robes and hood. Nothing special. Same stats as adept robes. Ebony boots and gloves.
Spells: Invisibility, Any runes or bolt-like destruction spells, telekinesis. Many more.
Bio: Swims Silently was born under the Shadow sign in Argonia, so he was immediately trained as an assassin. He only killed because it was his duty and had to do it, he never killed out of vengeance. Around age 20ish he moved to Skyrim and joined up with his old trainer, Veezura, at the Falkreath Stronghold. After the collapse of the Dark Brotherhood he left the new Listener ( who had become his friend ) and set off to a better life, one without killing. He now works at the Riften fishery, although he still wishes for some adventure. He's saved up a lot of money from contracts so he has a nice little fortune to spend on anything he might need. He's also fairly strong, so if you're his ally it's a good thing. If you're on the wrong side of the fist, it's not so good. He has a thing for HistSap.
Lady Redpool the Unlifer
Pyro, Spirits Connoisseur, and Soulless Anarchist
Joining the side of the Thalmor:
Name: Naxius
Race: Wood Elf
Class: Smith(Big brute of an elf)
Age: 110ish(looks 40ish)
Gender: Male
Looks: About 6'5" and very well muscled. A red Mohawk on his head and clean shaven face. Skin and sharp features like an average wood elf and Black eyes. Basically a giant of a wood elf.
Personality: Naxius is a simple man, not stupid, but simple. He doesn't speak unless it's important, and doesn't have much time for most other elves, or anyone for that matter. He enjoys his work at the forge, and cracking skulls. Otherwise, don't expect much interaction unless you force it upon him.
Weapons: Glass mace and glass shield that is just as much a weapon as the mace. Also watch for his fists.
Armor: A full set of Steel plate armor, he might be an elf, but always liked heavier armor better.
Bio: Never very at home in valenwood, Naxius found his love not in the forest, but the forge. His size always made him stand out, but lent itself better to the strength required of his mace, than the finesse for a sword or bow. All of this combined to make him very socially disinclined and withdrawn, even though his work was well sought after. When the Thalmor came to his homeland, they accepted him, or rather his skill at the forge, quite readily. During the great war he distinguished himself as a warrior and became well known as "the giant elf that won't die". Now he fights for the only people who ever accepted him, so long as he gets to smith, and fight.
Name: Naxius
Race: Wood Elf
Class: Smith(Big brute of an elf)
Age: 110ish(looks 40ish)
Gender: Male
Looks: About 6'5" and very well muscled. A red Mohawk on his head and clean shaven face. Skin and sharp features like an average wood elf and Black eyes. Basically a giant of a wood elf.
Personality: Naxius is a simple man, not stupid, but simple. He doesn't speak unless it's important, and doesn't have much time for most other elves, or anyone for that matter. He enjoys his work at the forge, and cracking skulls. Otherwise, don't expect much interaction unless you force it upon him.
Weapons: Glass mace and glass shield that is just as much a weapon as the mace. Also watch for his fists.
Armor: A full set of Steel plate armor, he might be an elf, but always liked heavier armor better.
Bio: Never very at home in valenwood, Naxius found his love not in the forest, but the forge. His size always made him stand out, but lent itself better to the strength required of his mace, than the finesse for a sword or bow. All of this combined to make him very socially disinclined and withdrawn, even though his work was well sought after. When the Thalmor came to his homeland, they accepted him, or rather his skill at the forge, quite readily. During the great war he distinguished himself as a warrior and became well known as "the giant elf that won't die". Now he fights for the only people who ever accepted him, so long as he gets to smith, and fight.
Fiiralmo
2nd Aldmeri Emissary to Skyrim
Name: Fiiralmo
Race: Altmer
Gender: Male
Age: 137 (at time of RP)
Appearance: Average height for an Altmer. Golden skin with light gold/pale blonde hair. Medium build, and very attractive
. Light blue eyes, and a clean, sharp complexion. Wears Hooded Thalmor Robes, boots and gloves.
Weapons: Ebony dagger of draining, destruction, conjuration, and alteration magics.
Bio: Fiiralmo was born into a very wealthy and connected family in Sunhold. In fact, his mother serves as Duchess of Sunhold. He grew up in the lap of luxury. He attended the College of Aldmeri Propriety studying general subjects along with politics and the arcane. He made many friends in the right places growing up, so he always had a connection to involve himself in any affair he wished. By the bidding of his father, he joined the Thalmor at age 20, and fought in many battles including those in the Great War. After the war, he was honorably discharged and returned to Alinor to prepare for the day he would be named Duke of Sunhold. He grew tired of boring political life, and decided to rejoin the Thalmor, for he was still young, and needed more wordly experience before becoming Duke. He continues to serve Thalmor interests at home and abroad to this day, with his loving wife Taarie by his side. Although his father has passed, his mother lives and currently rules as Duchess, so Fiiralmo still has plenty of waiting time to become Duke!
Race: Altmer
Gender: Male
Age: 137 (at time of RP)
Appearance: Average height for an Altmer. Golden skin with light gold/pale blonde hair. Medium build, and very attractive
. Light blue eyes, and a clean, sharp complexion. Wears Hooded Thalmor Robes, boots and gloves.Weapons: Ebony dagger of draining, destruction, conjuration, and alteration magics.
Bio: Fiiralmo was born into a very wealthy and connected family in Sunhold. In fact, his mother serves as Duchess of Sunhold. He grew up in the lap of luxury. He attended the College of Aldmeri Propriety studying general subjects along with politics and the arcane. He made many friends in the right places growing up, so he always had a connection to involve himself in any affair he wished. By the bidding of his father, he joined the Thalmor at age 20, and fought in many battles including those in the Great War. After the war, he was honorably discharged and returned to Alinor to prepare for the day he would be named Duke of Sunhold. He grew tired of boring political life, and decided to rejoin the Thalmor, for he was still young, and needed more wordly experience before becoming Duke. He continues to serve Thalmor interests at home and abroad to this day, with his loving wife Taarie by his side. Although his father has passed, his mother lives and currently rules as Duchess, so Fiiralmo still has plenty of waiting time to become Duke!
Sean
lost somewhere
Name: Rimion
Race: Sloth
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Appearance: [Image]
Weapons: Magic: Raise Dead spells, breathes fire, and has ice spells
Other Details:
-Vampire
-Always has a Thalmor Robe
-Prefers the blood of argonians
-will spontaneously yell at a random person
-is an Elder Mage
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First time doing anything like this, and yes, I am actually serious about doing this.
Race: Sloth
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Appearance: [Image]
Weapons: Magic: Raise Dead spells, breathes fire, and has ice spells
Other Details:
-Vampire
-Always has a Thalmor Robe
-Prefers the blood of argonians
-will spontaneously yell at a random person
-is an Elder Mage
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First time doing anything like this, and yes, I am actually serious about doing this.
Harc
Big Hog
Ah my pet sloth!! Nice to see you!
Fiiralmo
2nd Aldmeri Emissary to Skyrim
Yes its no trouble! Why did you change your name My Lord?
Harc
Big Hog
Just a throw back to the past! I like my other one too, but this one
mast3rlinkx
Active Member
Hmm. I may be pushing it, but there is a vampiric sloth here, so maybe not. Anything that's not entirely canon will be explained in the history.
Name:
Kalamadea; Kalama
Age:
Many centuries
Sex:
Male in relaxed form
Race:
Dragon
Occupation:
Flame Elementalist
Equipment:
He usually wears a set of blackened leather armor.
Armaments:
Kalama carries no physical armaments.
Magic:
This is where things get interesting. Kalama is a very powerful destruction mage, but that power comes with a downside. He can only use fire magics in the school of destruction. However, this specificity allows for fire-related bonuses, including a full resistance to fire. However, he's extremely weak against frost magic as a result of this affinity with fire. This specificity also allows for more power in the area of offensive capability. He has complete control of fire, and uses a mix of this fire magic and conjuration magic to be able to create a solid fire material, which he uses to create fiery weapons. He mostly conjures swords and crossbows.
He also has an extremely limited shapeshifting ability, to the point of being nearly useless. He can only shift into things less massive than his natural form and the shifting has a limit of a few hours.
Birthplace:
Unknown (not even he knows it)
Birthsign:
The Atronach
Current Residence:
None
Alliances or Affiliations:
Independent; will most likely side with the Dovahkiin
Appearance:
Kalama is, unlike most dragons, anthropomorphic in form. He's approximately 6'8" and 300 lbs. He also lacks physical wings, having two very large horns growing where most dragons would have wings. He also has horns on his elbows, with six more on his jaw, and two growing from the back of his head. His build is bulky and muscular, with fiery red scales covering his body and deep green eyes.
Personality:
Kalama is, for the most part, a kind person, not wanting to offend others if he can. However, his high intellect, like with the Thalmor, makes him arrogant, but not to the degree that the Thalmor are. He also cannot stand stupid brutes under any circumstances, and he often ends up being an asshole to idiots.
History:
Much of Kalama's history is a haze to him, but he started out like any other dragon. His name was not Kalama at the time, but Alvaiin. However, he found himself caught in a bargain with Hermaeus Mora, for even dragons are not immune to the temptation of forbidden knowledge. He was changed by the deal, made to forget his past completely, and start a new life. Herma-Mora changed him to a humanoid form, and granted him more power in exchange for his servitude. Mora was a good master, though, and didn't demand much from his Champion. All Kalama had to do was aid Herma-Mora when he was told to, which was usually only when something really needed doing. Hermaeus Mora didn't usually ask for trivial favors. What that knowledge Kalama received was, he forgot during the change, but such deceit was the way Hermaeus Mora operated on a daily basis.
Roleplaying Sample:
Just outside of the Stricken camp, leaning against a large red oak, a rather short girl stood looking to the outside of the area. The girl was unusually quiet, as others may notice. She'd been in the camp for quite a while now. Also leaning against the tree was a wooden shield painted white with golden trim, upon which was painted the symbol for Anubis. This revealed she was a Disciple of Anubis, as did her sword's sheath, which also had the symbol of Anubis embossed upon its leather surface. It was safe to assume the sword at least belonged to her, since it was currently strapped to her waist. Despite her usual hyperactivity, calm actually came fairly easily to her, as Anubis emphasized the importance of balance between life and death, and that desire for balance manifested itself as an easily-obtained sense of inner peace in his Disciples. However, this girl, Oswin Greyshire, had more trouble than average gaining inner peace than your average Disciple of Anubis, which is why she wanted to enjoy this time while she still could. She heard a female voice and looked back to see a newcomer speaking to Enzo, whom Oswin hadn't really spoken to, but knew to be a Disciple of Horus. She felt sympathy for him, for his patron god was imprisoned by Seth, though other Disciples of Horus have made it clear that the sun god didn't really want sympathy.
The unbalance Seth has caused has led Anubis to despise the chaos god, and that despise has bled down to some of his Disciples. Namely, Oswin. This newcomer gave her a bad feeling, however, but if Amon summoned her, then Oswin probably had nothing to worry about. Sliding down the tree, the only oak in the area, and took her amulet in her hand. Anubis had named the amulet the Warrior's Ally, telling the Oracle that passed it to her that it would allow her to summon an ally in battle. She didn't call upon its powers quite yet, though, wanting to wait for when it was actually needed rather than toying with her Gift like it wasn't important. As she thought, she felt her peace passing, replaced by an itch to move and do something, at least. With a sigh, she got up and grabbed her shield, the Wall of Anubis, and made her way to the Enzo and the newcomer. Looking to the newcomer, she jerked her head a bit upwards in an attempt to grab her attention and said,
"Oi! Who are you?"
Her London accent was not exactly light. In fact, it was leaning towards the thick side. Also a bit out of character for her, her expression was serious instead of the usual warm, friendly smile that seemed to never leave her face. This was partly because of the feeling she got from this newcomer with the many facial piercings. She didn't even realize she was butting into a conversation the newcomer had started, which might have been her ADHD acting. Well, it definitely was her ADHD. There was no "might have been" about it.
mast3rlinkx
Active Member
Thanks. Skimped out a bit on the history and severely nerfed him, but other than that, he's not really changed much in the year he's been my fursona.