[CHAR] The Elder Scrolls (TES) RP: "Tamriel in Turmoil"

[The Fated Fallen]

Dro'isi the Smuggler

NAME
Dro'isi

RELIGION
The Nine, but particularly Kynareth for guiding her through many storms

AGE
38

RACE
Khajiit

HISTORY
Dro'isi was born in southern Cyrodill, in a village near Anvil. Her mother worked on the docks as a sail stitcher, and her Dad as a smuggler, who was always long away. The children of the pair generally spent their time being children, living up to all of the Khajiit stereotypes. But when a storm came in they would all gather and pray to Kynareth to deliver their father, the key source of income.

This devotion caught the attention of the church, who brought on many of Dro'isi's siblings to study for priesthood. Not only was this guiding troublesome urchins away from the street, but it was also a diplomatic token towards Elswyr, who would be far more likely to take the long route by sea if they felt less alien in Anvil's streets.

Dro'isi never gained any real skill of healing or alteration that is the standard for followers of Kynareth, but she did become a force to be reckoned with when it came to preaching the Nine and became a very personable individual, and in small part may have influenced further trade between Cyrodil and Elswyr through her blessings.

Of course, with this new trade came more and more crime. Soon it became harder and harder for Dro'isi's father to smuggle and make a living. A little bit into her early adulthood Dro'isi moved with a fair chunk (if not all) of her family to HammerFell, though never anywhere in particular. Dro'isi started to learn the trade of smuggling herself, and quickly found work in the local thieves guilds due to her invaluable education and literacy.

Despite the risks of the job, as well as fierce competition in these lands and seas, Dro'isi has managed well enough to make a decent living for herself and her own family and ageing mother who live in the port city of Taneth.

Well enough up until recently, however. With the conflict now plaguing the province she has been harder and harder pressed for safe work. If there's one thing to living well as a smuggler the it's less important to have friends than it is to not have enemies. So wanting to stay neutral like anyone sensible, and she [definitely wants to stay neutral in times like these, she has had to turn to more and more questionable contracts with the guild.

It doesn't take an experienced thief's gut feeling to know that there's trouble on the wind, and this kind of work can't last forever without incident.

SKILLS
- 2 sneak
- 1 pickpocket
- 1 lockpick
- 1 melee
- 2 Speechcraft

- Skooooooooma! (Gets invited to all the parties!!! Wooh!)

[Pyromaniacwolf]

Julre Tikeermus

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NAME Julre Tikeermus

Alias/Nickname-Jul
RELIGION Daedra Worshipper- Molag Bal (also has a reverence of Sithis)

AGE 28

RACE Argonian

Spell List

Healing- Novice restoration
Flames-Novice destruction
Raise dead-Novice conjuration
Soul Trap-Novice Conjuration
Bound Sword-Novice destruction

Current Inventory

Black mages robes
Mages hood
Steel dagger
Boots
Petty soul gem

HISTORY
Julre Tikeermus was born in Bravil in the 3E year 224 to a pair of argonian alchemists who had moved from Black Marsh in order to sell their wares where they were needed (and for higher prices of course). Unfortunately this left his parents little time to care for Julre as their shop required either constant maintenance or restocking with potions.

As Julre grew from hatchling to child, it became clear that the argonian possessed magical abilities and so his parents quickly found him a place in the mages guild; allowing them to have a place for their child to be while they worked and and an excellent life opportunity for him. Julre took to his studies well and showed a great interest in conjuration magic; the idea of creating life from nothing or summoning it from other dimensions gave the young mage a sense of power.

While Julre enjoyed great academic success, his social situation was less enviable. Being an argonian, many races seemed to look down on him and his, from their perspective, almost alien culture; Julre would have had no qualms with this (he acknowledged the argonian culture was different from most others) but he had little personal experience of his own culture either. He had been given hist sap from a bottle to help him develop correctly , but his connection with the tree it came from was weak and his visions from it were rare, fleeting and often nonsensical. Eventually he turned to the one aspect of his culture that he would have some access to outside of Black Marsh- Sithis. True, he was no shadowscale and had been taught little of Sithis except that he was the original creator. Over the years he spent looking over what little he could find about the Dread Father he came to his own conclusion (and more than a little theory making on his part) that the Daedra were essentially the offspring of Sithis and therefore were a key part in Argonian culture. This eventually lead to Julre settling on a reverence for Molag Bal who's ideals were..pleasing to him.

As Julre grew older and his religious views began to develop, he began to feel far more comfortable with forms of magic outside what was socially acceptable. Jul's interest in necromancy had originally been a passing fancy shortly after he joined the guild but was scared off the art by the disapproving looks he earned from some of the more senior wizards and the general complexities of the magic at the time due to his limited abilities. Now however, he cared little for the sighs or mutters of his elders and the magic was simple enough to him now. Now he was a capable young apprentice nearly always seen being followed by some kind of animal he had killed in the woods which served as a pack horse for any errands he was made to make.

By the time Julre had reached adulthood, his use of necromancy was well known throughout the guild and most shook it off at this point or simply aimed a disapproving stare in his direction whenever he was around and in use of necromatic magic; truth be told he loved the casting of the spell more than the result of the spell itself, the magical energy building up in his body and being released instantly was exhilarating. For all his time in the guild,even during his initial experimentation, he had caught the eye of one of the senior members of the Mages Guild. This wizard also happened to be a member of the Order of the Black Worm (although this was obviously not information he publicly announced) and was looking for potential recruits. He found the perfect recruit in Julre. He was young, ambitious, already committed to the art of necromancy and it was no secret he felt like an outsider in both Cyrodillic and Argonian Culture. The wizard befriended Julre and began assisting him into his endeavors into necromancy, helping him go beyond raising animals to bandits and helping him master soul trapping and some basic help on enchanting. In later years he also taught him the ritual to convert soul gems into black soul gems.

Some time after this, Julre was considered competent enough to be transferred to a new guild hall in Hammerfell. The more senior wizards claimed this was to expand his world view but many did it in an attempt to curb his use of necromancy which they still, after almost a decades of Jul's use of the magic, disapproved of. Julre's main teacher however, approved of this for a different purpose; in secret he gave Julre the location of the Worm Cult's headquarter's in the Dragontail Mountains of Hammerfell where he could continue his use of necromancy among other like-minded individual and could contribute to a common goal,what that goal was they left out. Over the course of several weeks Julre and the Worm Cultist transformed a large cache of grand soul gems into black ones and concealed them in a crate. The cultist hired a smuggler to get both the soul gems and Julre into Hammerfell undetected as the Redguard were known for their intolerance to the disrespecting of their ancestors.

Unfortunatley, Julre and his cache of black soul gems were captured by mercenaries of some Usurper, Carmen? Carmund? The argonian cared little. All he knew is that he had to retrieve his cache and get them to the Dragontail mountains so he could grow his power in piece and crush all those who stood in his way. But surely a little detour couldn't hurt to find out who this Usurper is...
SKILLS
+1 lockpicking
+1 sneak
+1 light armor
+2 conjuration
+1 enchanting
(And being called lizard by guards)

[MarsAdept]

Rose Lily

NAME
Alias (main name she will give if asked): Rose Lily
Official given name: Nimrihill Oakgrove

RELIGION
Green Pact

AGE
a young 34

RACE
Bosmer aka Forest peoples (Wood elves to humans)

Appearance
Rose has a lean athletic build to her small frame of 5 foot 4 inches tall. Her skin is a light tan with a slight green tint to it. Her eyes are a deep honest blue and her hair is a long warm brown that she usually has pulled back into a ponytail. Sprouting from her temples just below her hairline, two bone white horns sprout and curve back over her scalp, they curve up and inwards just behind her head and split into two prongs. If measured to the top of her horns, she stands only 5 foot 7 inch high. Her horns make it hard for her to wear hats and helmets, so Rose will wear hoods or a wooden bucket when she wants to be sneaky. Rose prefers to wear leathers or other animal based cloths. She tries to avoid cotton or plant based cloths. Her habits gained from the Green pact die hard mainly because she prefers to try to preserve the pact even when outside Valenwood.

HISTORY
Nimrihill Oakgrove was born deep in the wild jungles of Valenwood to a small roaming band of bosmer. They hunted and moved with the seasons. Their main hunting grounds were deep in the woods that they rarely if ever encountered non-bosmer. The imperial legions tried to chart the woods of the area, but the giant migratory trees make it hard for those not of the native to the region. Her clan lived strictly by the tenets of the Green Pact. They defended the trees of Valenwood with their lives, they ate according to the meat mandate, and never allowed a infraction on the pact go unanswered. Because of this devotion, Nimrihill was orphaned at a young age. Her father fell in a raid against wood orcs that moved into the hunting grounds, and her mother was felled after breaking the Green Pact in grief of her husband's death. The dramatic experience of her mother's death made Nimrihill turn fully into perfecting her devotion to the Green Pact.

Nimrihill's mother had grieved about her husband falling in battle. She prayed for power, not to any divine, but to the Deadric Prince Hircine. Hircine answered by transforming Nimrihill's mother into a werebeast. Her rampage went to seek out those who killed her husband. However, Nimrihill's mother could not control herself and could not discriminate between friend and foe. Nimrihill stumbled upon her mother shortly after the transformation. Her mother spotted her and gave chase. Trying to consume her own daughter, Nimrihill's mother chased her across the forest. Nimrihill ran with all the might she could muster. Relying on the plants and trees of the jungle, Nimrihill barely stayed one step ahead of the beast pursuing her. Nimrihill was saved as she ran past her clan's hunter, who quickly moved to assist. Only after the werebeast was killed did it revert to her normal form and Nimrihill could see the monster had been her mother.

Nimrihill devoted herself to the Green Pact. She became a strong stalker and hunter. She never harmed the forest and never let anyone harm it. She made herself valuable to the clan by hunting. Her devotion to the Green Pact got her noted by the clan's shaman. The Shaman took her under his wing. He taught Nimrihill to read, use magic, and the deep stories of the clan's history. Her knowledge of Valenwood that she learned from the Shaman and her own devotion to uphold the pact caused her to begin to grow antler-like horns when she turned 14. These antlers are seen as a sign of her strong faith as neither her parents had horns, and the trait of horns is rare among her clan.

Nimrihill lived a happy life for a short in the depth of Valenwood. However her daily routine was disrupted when the armies under the Cameron Flag came marching through her woods. Her clan was all to eager to be called to serve under a Cameron, however Nimrihill was not so happy. This Cameron was calling for war. However, Valenwood was free of the Imperial Legions now. The only war now was outside of Valenwood. An offensive war was outside of the Green Pact. All Bosmer were to protect Valenwood. Doing what this Cameron asked was not right. Knowing she could never convince her clan members, she grabbed her way and abandoned her clan. She ran from everything she knew and left Valenwood even. She was going into the unknown. A new life, a new adventure, and with a new name to match: Rose Lily.

SKILLS(skill points: 3)
Archery: 2
Stealth: 2
pickpocket: 1
Light armor: 1
Alteration: 1

[DeletedUser9Gh7]

CS

NAME:Winsimir Grarkja

RELIGION: Yokundan Pantheon, HoonDing and Ebonarm

AGE: Young 30

RACE: Redguard

HISTORY:
Born in a small village in the Alik'r dessert, 3th of Heartfire year 222 of The Third Era, rarely visited by explorers and merchants alike. Winsimir's father was the village priest to the Yokudan gods and he would always tell stories to Winsimir. Her mother was a guard of the village and she would teach Winsimir some basic fighting techniques. At the age of 6 Winsmir would help his father of his duties. He was living a simple yet interesting life. This continued until the age of 14 in which he was old enough to fight and he joined the guards and his first assignment was quite interesting. A farmer was getting his livestocks killed and the farmer requested help from the guards. Then the guard commander sent Winsimir was sent to investigate, he found that the commander was killing the chickens so that the guards have purpose and morale. He dueled with the captain and he was victorious becoming a high ranking officer. Then at the age of 15 his father died and his father's last will was for Winsimir to explore the continent freely. He did not do this until the age of 17 in which he left the village and his mother to explore.

He found himself in Cryodil most notable Kvatch. He did a couple of jobs here and there, killing bandits and doing errands then he became a mercenary going to parts of Morrowind and parts of Skyrim. Then returning to Hamerfell to help The Forebears faction. He was making enough coin that he can go back to his village and improve it. And that is what he did and the town was a little good he went to Skyrim and helped a lord learning a few skills and he did this for again a couple of years

At the age of 30 and the year of 252 he returned home to his beloved village but he heard news of a Usurper down south and he well worked against them for coin and for well freedom as his village moved south for more commerce with The Forebears. He was becoming a real pain for the Usurper's forces until he was captured in a camp.

SKILLS(You have three skills invest points)
One Handed: 3
Block: 1
Archery:1
Sneak:1