OOC The Ula

[The_Madgod]

I forced you to write a memo about my character before you were you. MEMOCEPTION!

 

[Captain Nagisus]

Class: Sneaky Two-Handed (( There's not really a better way to put it. He's basically *sneaks up on you while you sleep and smashes your head with a warhammer* ))
Major skills: Skilled with a battleaxe, good in light armour. Very sneaky.
Minor skills: Makes a decent pickpocket, can handle a sword.
Weaknesses: Only has one leg, which makes him limp a lot and makes it hard for him to sprint on all fours (or threes) in beast form. Impossible to motivate - he'll only really do something if it suits him in some way, for example, by allowing him to gore an extremely happy little girl into a pulp.

Just going to throw that in there, as a response. EDIT: Also, Rek, can the Kumori only use their frost powers in beast form? Because having a pegleg made of ice would be SWEET (not so much in beastform when it would shatter while running but still).

 

[UnLonged]

Name: Josué Lebleu
Race: Breton Kumori
Age: 25
Gender: Male

Class: Swordsman

Appearance: 5'5" in height. Shoulder length golden blonde hair usually kept in a pony tail with a short fringe forming just above his right eye. Crystal blue eyes. Caucasian. Light body figure.
His werewolf physicality is the same as his Kumori brethren; ice blue eyes (a shade lighter than his human eyes) and chocolate brown pelt. His distinguishing attribute is his slightly thicker mane possessing a faint shade of blue, top portion of it forming fringes much like his hair in human form.

Personality: Josué is quite the flamboyant man, evident in his style of clothing and general attitude. Almost always forming a smile across his face and having a warm disposition towards everyone, a stranger would never think of him as someone who possess a bestial side. Having great fondness over women, he would, more often than not, go out of his way to make every female kind he encounters feel better about themselves. His actions of compliments, respect, and kind deeds, however, are often misunderstood to be a form of wooing. Holding slight vanity over his appearance, he sees his beast form with little distaste but keeps it to himself as he still sees it as a blessing. Sees his rank as nothing but a title, a group of letters bound together, and thus he treats those who are "below" him with equal footing and encourages them to do likewise. He does not see any form of disrespect towards him as an insult but rather an opportunity for him to know and adjust what else he lacks or is abundant of.

Combat Preference: Steel rapier on hand, agility on his body, and sharpness on his tongue - he moves in an elaborate and somewhat graceful manner in combat, bar his constant taunts and condescending remarks. Possessing the frost abilities of the Kumori, he manipulates the form of his sword as the situation calls for it; when the piercing ability of his rapier is not enough, he envelopes the blade with broad, sharp icy edges, making it a side-sword capable of slicing. He also has the ability to release a cold mist which mostly protects his back against surprise attacks.


(Do tell if there are points that are a bit off.)

 

[Mini Mongo]

To anyone denying Ula awesomeness: I will eat your face, starting from your eyes and leaving the hair until last, I will even eat your skull, and then begin to work on ones brain. Once you have absolutely no face and brain, life shall be very hard for you, and we Ula, will eat your body. Kick ass.

 

[UnLonged]

While I do see the sheer kick-assery and total badassedness of the Ula, my character is a non-barbaric pretty boy so he can deal with not being part of it and go with his life not having small intestines and a bloody skull as his bling.

 

[Rekamennos]

I would like to ambitiously join and post a cc, after I wrestle with RL school stuff and probably steal some cookies from unsuspecting babies on the way.

Post a character card. We will see.

 

[UnLonged]

Post a character card. We will see.

But I already have. *points over at the previously posted card*

 

[Rekamennos]

>.> Shhhhhhhh.....*is still waking up*

 

[Mini Mongo]

Rekky, like all very clever people *cough* likes to double check that everything has been done, and pretend that things that have, haven't, thus creating confusion, in which she bathes in. My defense for Rekky over.

 

[UnLonged]

Now I feel awful for ruining her moment. Can I revoke my previous statement?

 

[Rekamennos]

Now I feel awful for ruining her moment. Can I revoke my previous statement?

O-o look up Finn

 

[Mini Mongo]

You can.

 

[UnLonged]

Then by the power of freewill vested upon me, I shall hereby revoke my statement that resulted to the destruction of princess Reka's moment of bliss and will act from here on out with total confusion to the standards of her highness. Starting now.

When I look up, I can see a lizard murdering a fly.

 

[Mini Mongo]

The confusion has started. Thankyou for your cooperation.

 

[Rekamennos]

The confusion has started. Thankyou for your cooperation.

O_O *tackles Mini* shhhh

 

[Uther Pundragon]

“You remind me of my mother. She was a whore too, but she at least baked excellent cookies.”​

Name: Tristan the Bastard
Gender: Male
Race: Breton
Age: 23
Class: Spellsword
Faction: The Silver Hand

Combat Prefs:
One-handed (he wields a blade in his left hand), supplemented by magical defensive wards and other close ranged spells (he casts magic in his right hand). While fairly competent with several close quarter combat styles, he isn't very proficient with long ranged weapons or stealth based fighting, and he couldn't use a shield to save his life.

Appearance:
I will work on this later. See above picture for reference until then.

Personality:
Brash, dysfunctional, enduring, humorous, and sarcastic are just a few words to describe Tristan as a person. He has often taken life one day at a time and if opportunity presents itself, he often jumps at it without thinking too much about about it before hand. While he is generally carefree and an overall slacker, he will jump to someone's defense if he feels they are being treated badly without cause. Of course, after he helps said person, he will be the first one to make some offhanded remark about a saving fee. Heroism isn't cheap, after all.

History:
The illegitimate child of a local minor baron, Tristan was never afforded any of the luxuries that nobility provided, instead being treated no better than an Camonna Tong slave would be in Morrowind. His childhood was often spent performing degrading chores for his father, or engaged in fistfights with other children who referred to his mother as The Baron's Whore. He knew his mother didn't care, she liked the attention, but she was the only mother he had and he would defend her no matter how rotten she may be. He considered her a fool, always holding onto the notion that his father would leave his wife and then bring her into the manor. His father, well, was a cold and heartless man who just loved to screw.

As soon as he was old enough, Tristan escaped his ho-hum life by running away and joining the Imperial Legion stationed in Cyrodiil. Though young, it was his hope that he could find a place among the rank and file soldiers. Little did he know that his father, as minor of a noble as one could get, still had some influence even outside of High Rock. He barely made it out of basic training before he was brought before his commanding officer and discharged for misconduct. How his father managed to track him down, much less bother getting him thrown out of the Legion, was a mystery he didn't care to stick around to learn.

For the next several years he took to wandering across the province, taking on small contracts like killing skeevers, or escorting petty traveling merchants. However, it was never enough to keep his purse filled with Septims, but it did allow him a decent amount to purchase backwater training with both sword and spell. Before long, his growing skills were noticed by a small group of roaming mercenaries who called themselves the Kinsmen, and he was recruited into their ranks. Unfortunately for Tristan he discovered too late that this group was, in reality, an organization that smuggled skooma throughout the provinces. The Imperial guards that drug him off to the dungeons cared little for his pleas of innocence.

Prison was not as bad as he would have thought it would have been. Maybe it was due to all the unpleasant chores his father made him do as a child, but he found life in the dungeons reminiscent of his childhood. There were even other prisoners who slung insults at him, much like during his youth, and the verbal abuse directed at his mother simmered with irony. Although he was limited in what he could do daily, the rigorous prison lifestyle helped to harden his body and sharpen his mind. But even this was not meant to last, for he received word a couple years later that he would be transported back to High Rock, yet another attempt by his father to control him.

As fate would have it, Tristan's luck had not yet run out, for the Imperial prison wagon was attacked shortly after crossing the border into Skyrim. Not by bandits, no, but by a group of soldiers who referred to themselves as Stormcloaks. Apparently a civil war had just broken out in the province, only hours before they had crossed the border, and was beginning to escalate quickly by all accounts. Still, he had no plans to watch the skirmish to see who won, and so began to run as fast as he could away from the soldiers as well as Cyrodiil. His thoughts were, what better place to hide than a province engulfed in civil strife.

Of course running blindly through an unknown province covered in snow, with hands bound and while wearing rags, probably wasn't such a good idea. And he, like anyone would have, regretted it as soon as he came across a clearing that had a rather large wolf-man like creature in it. Most men would have said that they stood fearless and defiant against such an imposing creature. They would have been lying. If it was not for a group who called themselves The Silver Hand, who burst into the clearing and fought the beast away, he would have been slain by what he later found out was called a werewolf. He was taken in and made a member, and while he doesn't quite share their zealotry, it's a good enough place as any to call home while figuring out his next move.

 

[Rekamennos]

TYMVIR THE ALPHA​

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Name: Tymvir (Mundatke/was married in)​

Age: 29​

Gender: male​

Class: Warrior, Barbarian​

Race: Nord​

Combat Prefs: Tymvir is a tank, and he has strength equivalent to that of the incredible hulk. The Ula all have one thing significant about them in their family bloodlines, their immediate Ula bloodlines, and his was overly overly enhanced strength. Tymvir loves two handed weapons--anything big and heavy he can put his large meat hands onto. He uses his strength primarily, and isn't nearly as fast to move around as Leilani is--but he can sure pack quite the punch. He doesn't have any preferred weapons, but if he had to choose, he would be right with his wife in the daedric area.​

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Personality: Tymvir is a complete gentleman. He respects everyone until they give him a reason not to, and when you get on his untrustworthy side, there is no coming back from it. He, like Leilani, have a reason not to trust easily. He loves Leilani with his entire heart, and has gone through hell and back just to prove his heart to her (see fanfic). Tymvir was raised in the noble lines of the Ula, and he was raised to respect all people with a high regard. He has a berserker rage to him when he gets angry and ready to fight, but otherwise, he is a gentle teddy bear. He is a wise king, doesn't rule with a dictatorship-like-quality, and always values his wife's input before making decisions for his pack.​

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Appearance: (see album in my albums for both Leilani and Tymvir) He has a large, typical Nord muscular body, but still seems to stand out with his overly enhanced strength. On the bottom of his right foot like any Ula, he has the mark of the Ula as well as bright piercing silver eyes. He is pale skinned with deep black hair that is long, but always pulled back into a ponytail.​

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History: Leilani and Tymvir grew up together. When Leilani's parents were massacred, Tymvir was at her side helping her cope until that is when she had to move to the Elsweyr sanctuary and he was left behind. He never knew his parents, because, he was one of the recycled souls that Dabney put forth back onto Nirn to live a second life. He is doing so to repent for the sins he had in a previous life, as well as by request of the former alpha (leilani's mother) Andromeda. She chose him before Leilani was old enough to know as her mate, and he fell in love with her since. Tymvir is over 100 years old in spirit, but in this body he represents the age that he is currently living. He used to be a skooma dealer back in his old life, but in the new one he sought to change it. His new life has been to act as a guardian to Leilani, help bring glory to the Aatu, and to give her the love she deserves from all of the pain she has been through.​

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[Mini Mongo]

Tymvir, the big burly Alpha male, I've been expecting you.

 

[UnLonged]

Oh my, just the name is oozing with alpha testosterone. I bet his chest hair is formed much like his beard, but bigger.

 

[Mini Mongo]

haha indeed.
Annoyingly there is not really a name that forms with Gamma testosterone, so yeah, I kept him all the same XD