So here it is! The next Elder Scrolls RP. The story will be epic, there will be women, battle, and ale! Seriously, this will be an exciting endeavor. The backstory so far is that the Great War between the Aldmeri Dominion and the Empire as been raging for some time now, and the knife-ears have reached the walls of the Imperial City. We (The Eighth Legion) have been tasked with a desperate and suicidal rearguard action to hold the Dominion while Empereor Titus Mede II escapes to plan the Battle of the Red Ring which is the last major battle of the war. The first post of your character in the Legion* will detail your character's battle and untimely death. The moment we perish we instead awaken from a deep sleep in a ritual chamber surrounded by gore. The rest is to be explained in the first post.

Character Sheet:
Name:
Age:
Race: (If you are not Imperial, Nord, or Redguard you will be present after we arrive in the Ritual Chamber*)
Equipment: (Pretty straightforward]
Appearance: (Picture or just description is fine, but no anime.)
Biography: (You can put bits like personality in this as well.}

Name: Cato Festus Germanum

Age: 29

Race: Imperial

Equipment: Heavy Legion Imperial officer armor, standard Imperial sword and shield. Legion cloak, heavy helm.

Appearance:

Biography: Cato was born into the noble caste of Imperial society. His father had served in the Imperial Legion during the Oblivion Crisis, and had witnessed Martin's Septim's death personally. During his boyhood Cato was interested in Tamrielic history, philosophy and alchemy. He fancied himself a scholar almost. He used his father's relative wealth to gain access to the Arcane University and their endless volumes. Due to pride and an Imperial male's duty he enlisted when the Great War broke out. The horror's of war have hardened him so far, but his fighting skills are still barely average. Cato's noble status landed him at the head of a century of 80 Nords, Imperials, and Redguards. He feels that the Empire should be held together at all costs, seeing it as the greatest establishment ever founded on Nirn. He will hold the walls of the Imperial City to the last man, seeing to it that his men do the same.

Rules:

1. No flame wars.
2. Use common sense.
3. I am God and you will kneel to my authority! (Seriously, my word is final.)

Name: Espen
Age: 19
Race: Nord
Equipment: He has little money and no fancy titles of nobility so he wears simplistic armor and wields simplistic weaponry. Imperial light armor/helm, iron war axe/shield.
Appearance: (I will whip up some concept art of him soon) Espen is average build for a Nord, with fair skin, light brown hair and blue eyes. His hair is cropped messy and short with a longer braid left behind his ear. Faded blue tattoos in the Nordic fashion adorn his face and partly his neck.
Biography: Raised in the shadow of the Velothi Mountains in eastern Skyrim he led a mostly solitary life with his family on their little farm. The boy had never so much as held a weapon until mid adolescence. When his father passed of cholera his mother saw no choice but to sell the farm and move into the city. Windhelm was harsh in both it's climate and people. Espen struggled to find work for a clan-less, farm-raised, whelp in such a place. In order to supply his fair share of money to his broken family and with Tamriel plunging into a war he joined the Imperial Legion as an Auxiliary. The axe he once used to split logs for the fire would now be used to split elven skulls for the Empire. Three years of battle have hardened his heart, sharpened his senses and brought a new-found precision and confidence to his blade arm. Through the Legion he has seen more of Tamriel than he ever could have hoped and now finds him self in Cyrodiil. Espen can be rough and crude at times but is overall an agreeable person. He enjoys drinking with the other soldiers and sightseeing when not in the throes of blood-shed.

Looks good. I guess I'll keep waiting for others who are interested.