OOC Morituri Te Salutamus

[death raider]

Morituri Te Salutamus - Translation = "We who are about to die, salute you."

Rember to please add a bit about how you got to the arena in your character card! Also make sure your character is 12 - 18 years of age.

Skyrim has fallen to the Thalmor and thus began the fifth era. The Aldmeri Dominion has taken over the Empire and the Kingdom of Skyrim. The nations of Hammerfell and High Rock are withering from the Dominion's aggression. The Argonian's of Blackmarsh have closed its borders to refugees and no hope is left for human subjects of the Dominion. Every ten years groups of young people are offered to the great dominion as a form of population control and penance. This has lead to the men and woman of their provinces to fear for loosing their children to the Aldmeri beast, or some training their children to win and bring honor to their family. This decennial sacrifice has been deemed The Games, and each iteration of the Games the spectacle of the show grew as the sacrifice became the most popular form of entertainment for citizens of the Dominion. Who watch horrified for what they children will have to face or gleefully at the blood sport before them.
This year of 5E 430, the forty-third Games has shown the most promise. Each province grooming as much as they can. Though the advantage is for the Summerset Isles team the poor lands that were once Skyrim have always produced strong warriors. And Cyrodil's population remembers their former glory. The arena is set, the sacrifices are selected, the beasts prepared, and the populous ready to watch their champions through their scrying pools. Let the heroes rise from the muck and the weak fall. These! Are! The! GAMES!

The Aldmeri will be watching closely on the tributes using Dwemer Technology, to look into the Arena, and watch every detail, the suffering, the betrayal, the insantity! The poor and the less unfortunate are not allowed to watch, but every detail is fed to them by the Domination as a way of torture and pure brutality, the Domination enjoying the extra entertainment in watching the parents of the lost, stread their tears and moarn for their loved ones.

Careers:

Nalia Doomblade - High Elf - 18 - Female

Jehsgon - High Elf - 17 - Male

Lycan Hydro - Wood elf - 17 - Male

Silenya Darkwood - Wood elf - 15 - Female

J'Oran - Khajiit - 14 - Male

J'Askro - Khajiit - 14 - Male

Lim Jado - Redguard - 13 - Male

Nagisus - Argonian - 18 - Male (Captain Nagisus)

Artemis Talisen - Bosmer - 16 - Female (Artemis Shadow)

*Slot

Note: There is one open slot for the Careers.


Less Unfortunate:

Syro Guljo - Dark Elf - 14 - Male

Julian Sidero - Imperial - 17 - Female

Harriet Nil - Imperial - 12 - Female

Warien Foorka - Breton - 13 - Female

Yincon - Imperial - 15 - Male

Finro Carlio - Argonian - 16 - Male

Rjoc - Orc - 16 - Male (Leepdroon)

Garrick Neverwin - Imperial - 18 - Male (Ovalteenies)

Azog gro-Kazzar - Orc - 17 - Male (CHicagowind69)

Valar Malus - Dark Elf - 25 - Male (LongestSkies)

Note: There is one slot left for the Less unfortunate.

The Poor:

Ungar Battle-Born - Nord - 16 - Male

Xero Ningug - Nord - 13 - Female

Lenfia Abjorn - Nord - 18 - Female

Buljino - Orc - 17 - Male

Borgo Kongo - Orc - 15 - Male

Terano Hertio - Dark Elf - 12 - Male

J'Olama - Khajiit - 17 - Female (Death Raider)

Arielle Tillisch - Nord - 14 - Female (Imperial_Pain)

Nathaniel Crowley - Nord/wolf - 18 - Male (Boudica)

Urth - Nord - 18 - Male (Lucas76020)

Note: There are no slots for the poor.

There are 8 spaces available

Ok so this is my latest rp and there have been many people who have helped out for the planning and development of this rp it is basically The Hunger Games, but in Skyrim and we hope that you will post your character cards here and apply!

Thanks to:
Captain Nagisus - General Development
LongestSkies - Introduction
Ovalteenies - Name

And there are many others, who know who they are Boudica Bloodhawk71 ChiefScalyNipples and Artemis Shadows.!

Ok so the NPC's will be played by Dungeon Masters and they will be setting scenes and scenarios for the tributes, once the scene has been set then you may do what you like with the NPC, now your characters will die, but not until the end of the rp and when your character dies you won't be missing much at all as there will just be a finishing post, now thats quite far away so don't be thinking that far ahead, me and the other Op's will work everything out, so don't worry just have FUN! One thing to remeber is when your the rp starts, your not going to kill every tribute with ease, you have to take it slow and not such an easy challenge. You will not be able to go and just kill an NPC because then the rp will end too quickly and I wouldn't want that to happen.

I know this will be a very difficult rp to manage because of everything that will be going on and it wil take some time to get used to it, but I really want this rp to be fun for everyone!

 

[Captain Nagisus]

Hullo folks.

 

[Hermaeus_Mora]

I'd like to try as Lim Jado.

 

[death raider]

I'd like to try as Lim Jado.

ok just post your cc and you will be accepted in

 

[Artemis Shadows]

I love the name! glad everything worked out...Ima just be making my own character for this and you know what I'm gonna be XD Is it possible for you to reserve a slot in the careers for me? I should have a cc up today but I can't promise anything...

 

[death raider]

I love the name! glad everything worked out...Ima just be making my own character for this and you know what I'm gonna be XD Is it possible for you to reserve a slot in the careers for me? I should have a cc up today but I can't promise anything...

Yeah I'll reseve a spot for you! And glad you like it

 

[death raider]

Name: J'Olema

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Race: Khajiit

Birthplace: Elsweyr

Personality: She is kind and grateful as her life as been a success and is quite kind-hearted upon her and she is also very understanding, but when the Aldmeri Domination took control her life fell into tatters and while she travelled with her family as a merchant, eventually her life got worse as the trade routes were closed and they became very poor, from shoutage of supplies and they were low on money. She does have a snappy side to her which is only revealed if absolutly necessary and she does usually get along with people without having disputes. She is intelligent and in times of need she can be ruthless. She can be too over proud of herself and can make stupid moves which could endanger herself and others around her.
Appearance:

She has a beautiful white coat with black fur spots around her face and she has a clear scar on her hand and it got there after she was attacked in her healing station, but luckily her bow was near and she managed to fend of the attackers, but she was attacked with a knife and thats why she has a scar on her hand. She is about 6'2 foot tall and she is slim with a slightly stocky build around her arms.

History:
J'Olama had a good life at first, living in Elsweyr with her family and friends, but when her father decided to move to Skyrim as travelling merchants they were all excited and they were happy to be travellers of a place they have never been to. J'Olama and her father, mother and brother, travelled aorund Skyrim in harmany, being happy with life and everything was great until the Aldmeri came in control of Skyrim.

Her family lost everything. Trade routed were blocked and her fathers things were taken from him to be used by the Aldmeri, without the things even being payed for. J'Olama hated her life like this and due to the trade routed being closed and her father losing all his things, they became very poor and lost everything and ended up living in a slum, with other poor people.

When the Aldmeri came to get new people to sign up for the Games, J'Olama voluntered, as she knew that winners got 10,000 gold and were given a house in their chosen Province. J'Olama saw the games as her chance to help her family, but she had barely any fighting skills, exept from a bit of archery training, but she knew healing magic from her mother who had become an extraudinary healer and J'Olama tried to follow in her mothers foot steps. *

 

[Writes-Many-Posts]

can I join as the falmer prince, whose story is that he is one that escaped the enslaving dwemer and stayed evolved and was captured for the arena along with other falmer? if not I will join with Rjok, my orc berserk

 

[death raider]

can I join as the falmer prince, whose story is that he is one that escaped the enslaving dwemer and stayed evolved and was captured for the arena along with other falmer? if not I will join with Rjok, my orc berserk

hehe could you play the orc please

 

[Writes-Many-Posts]

ok i will post his character card right away

 

[Writes-Many-Posts]

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: 16
War: He is sided with the Stormcloaks as he believes Nords deserve to have their traditions in 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 was carried hogtied in a wagon and that was when he saw most of the world. The Thalmor then caged him and kept him for the games: He was about to show his skills. 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 gave him some religious orcimer armor, giving him almost his whole 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.
I striked-through some lines to make his story compatible with being in the arena, but still available to be read. The yellow part means how he got there and that it was an extra of his story.

 

[Star Gazer]

Glad I could be part of this!

Name: Urth

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Race: Nord

Birthplace: Riften, Skyrim

Personality: Urth is kind, and would never end a life unless it is to preserve his own. He respects all. He is very tactical, being an adept chess-player.

Bio: Urth grew up very privileged with his parents in a large manor near the Bee & Barb in Riften. He was eighteen, the last year he could be drafted for the elvish games. His family had much luck, as none of his family had ever been picked. He never would have thought he would be picked. The day of the draft, Urth and his family sat in the back of the crowd, sure neither him or his twelve year old brother would be picked. To their surprise, the name Urth was chosen from the large pile of names. Sighs of relief emerged from the crowd. Even if they won, what would they do with the gold? Give it away? They already had too much to spend. Urth stood, walking to the front, only being taken away to a caravan with another tribute.

*Sorry for the short card. Tight on time ATM. I'll probably tweak it later.

 

[Artemis Shadows]

CAREER Name: Artemis Talisen
Age: 16
Race: Bosmer (Wood Elf)
Gender: Female
BIO: Artemis was born to a hunter and a clan’s healer in Valenwood. Her mother died during child-birth so she was raised by her father, who often traveled. They later moved to Skyrim, it was there her father was executed for resisting arrest. After her father’s death she lived as a urchin up until she was twelve, that was when a farmer and his wife took her in and cared for her. She lived with them for a year, earning her keep by performing chores and keeping the farm in order. Artemis was happy and content with living there, however the Aldemeri Dominion wanted the land and decided to take it. They destroyed everything and murdered the poor farmer and his wife. The Justicers took Artemis with them to be brought up like a “pig for slaughter”. Her first months were the worst, she had always been a stubborn girl and the High Elves were cruel and they would most definitely not tolerate defiance. She was treated worse than an animal until she finally broken. Soon she was put through extensive training, if she fell behind, she was beaten. She soon grew determined to be the best. Once she was fourteen she was given a personal trainer, a very cold and sadistic man by the name of Halwyn. He taught her that sometimes it helps to eliminate competition in secret. He then trained her in the arts of being an assassin. Artemis made one friend during her training, a high elf boy around her age. His name was Fayenral and it wasn't long until they soon became smitten with each other. They were inseparable when they managed to get together. Sadly, Fayenral died during a training excercise. Her heart was broken and later on she ended up killing the person that killed her lover. Once she was sixteen, Halwyn entered her into the games. It didn’t matter if Artemis was okay with it or not, she was entered and that was that. Winning, however would provide her the means to get away from the Dominion. Forever. She WOULD win, and she would gladly die trying. Either way she reached salvation.

Personality: Despite everything, Artemis still remained kind hearted. She is determined and clever as a fox. Her loyalty and trust are rare among the careers and she takes pride in knowing so. Once you're a friend she considers it a bond for life and will cherish that friendship above all else.

Appearance: Sandy blonde hair and golden brown eyes. She has light skin and a tattoo of a vine from her hand up to her shoulder. She’s always wearing her warpaint. Her hair used to be long and flowing but after being taken away and forced to train, the hair got in the way and she was unable to take care of it, so she took a sharp blade and shaved it into a traditional mohawk symbolizing war. She has a long scar from her shoulder, across her chest and to her side, and several scars on her legs.

 

[Captain Nagisus]

Name: Nagisus (Spears-The-Silt)
Race: Argonian
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Likes: Forests, travelling, fighting.
Dislikes: Elves, open fires, cold weather.
Skills: Master with a spear, great in light armour.
Weaknesses: Very impulsive when fighting.
Class: Agile spearman.
Occupation: Career killer.
Currently lives in: A slum in a small, weather-worn village in what used to be the northern Rift - now part of the "Argonian District."
Looks: Has a relatively flat nose and sunken eyes. His horns curl around and point forwards. His scales are coloured emerald. He has a scar that goes from the bottom of his left eye and loops around it. Rather tall, thin, and lanky. Not muscular.
Personality: Though most Argonians don't seem to have any emotions, Nagisus nearly lives up to this. The closest to a laugh he has ever managed is a small giggle. He does, however, get angry very quickly, and when he gets angry, he gets extremely angry.
Bio: Nagisus was born in the village of Nirollis, a rather recent village, where every street is a slum. The Argonians there are famous for their training as assassins and mercenaries. It is safe to say that he grew up without a heart. From the day he was old enough to hold a spear, he was in the eternally-autumnal woods fighting off boars twice his size. He had no friends - nor did anyone in Nirollis. Everyone but his father was a mere acquaintance, even his family. The only reason his father was more than this was because he was Nagisus' coach, training him to be a ruthless killer. When he was but 10 years old, and the Dominion had taken over Skyrim, he was put into a sort of practice games with a few other careers-in-training. He killed the others before a drop of blood touched their blades.

When the Dominion took over, Nagisus lost nothing. He had nothing to lose. In fact, he gained something - support from the An-xileel. All the career killers in Nirollis were sent a letter from the Argonian State, saying "All Argonians career killers, hark - any of you who survive the games will be escorted to Argonia to train for our glorious army." It was then he began training harder than he ever had before. He managed to kill enough bears that every bear who saw him would run off in the other direction. The 10,000 gold meant nothing to him, and he knew that the Dominion would never let him go to Black Marsh. But he trained anyways, to fight for the An-xileel, for his eggbrothers forced to live in slums like Nirollis.

 

[death raider]

WOW! Some many cc's all at once, I must read them now! It's gonna take a while folks -_-

 

[death raider]

Ok leepdroon could you change his age from around 12-18??

 

[Writes-Many-Posts]

sure check again, its 16

 

[death raider]

ok thanks

 

[death raider]

Now everyone remember if you have put equipment you might not necessarily find it in the arena and also please say which one you want to be... either career, less unfortunate or poor

 

[Writes-Many-Posts]

Now everyone remember if you have put equipment you might not necessarily find it in the arena and also please say which one you want to be... either career, less unfortunate or poor

I dont think i know the difference... So put me in the one you find more needed