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Name: Yuriah Cariic
Gender: Female
Race: Breton
Age: 22
Skills: Restoration, Enchantment, Alchemy, Destruction
Class Type: Healer
Equipment: A staff that shoots fire balls, it can also make fire runes if a fireball hits a surface, A elven dagger, Mages Robes enchanted to help her heal
Background: Yuriah was born in high rock, to a family of nobles, at a young age she was taught the inner workings of politics and the court, but at young age she also took an interest in magic, so her family hired her a teacher, who taught her magic, she took to it very quickly and became a great mage for her age, and for once things seemed at peace but that didn't last for long.
At 16 years old she was to be married, despite her protests she was going to be married off to a more higher ranking noble family so her own family could move up on the ladder. But instead of getting married she ran away to Skyrim, where she joined the Mages College of Winterhold there she furthered her studies for a long time, then things got desperate during the civil war, The Stormcloaks were drafting mages for the war effort and Yuriah being a skilled healer, was drafted, for the Stormcloaks and there she fights for them and heals the wounded, hoping this war would just end already.
Appearance: Yuriah has shoulder length fiery red hair, and pale skin, her eyes are sky blue and color, and she has a scar on her right arm from a accident with magic.
Personality: Yuriah is a kind and caring person, even if things seem bad she is always ready to help those in need, despite orders she sometimes even heals imperial forces, she can also be really really talkative sometimes going on long winded talks about magic.
Faction: Stormcloak Rebellion
Gender: Female
Race: Breton
Age: 22
Skills: Restoration, Enchantment, Alchemy, Destruction
Class Type: Healer
Equipment: A staff that shoots fire balls, it can also make fire runes if a fireball hits a surface, A elven dagger, Mages Robes enchanted to help her heal
Background: Yuriah was born in high rock, to a family of nobles, at a young age she was taught the inner workings of politics and the court, but at young age she also took an interest in magic, so her family hired her a teacher, who taught her magic, she took to it very quickly and became a great mage for her age, and for once things seemed at peace but that didn't last for long.
At 16 years old she was to be married, despite her protests she was going to be married off to a more higher ranking noble family so her own family could move up on the ladder. But instead of getting married she ran away to Skyrim, where she joined the Mages College of Winterhold there she furthered her studies for a long time, then things got desperate during the civil war, The Stormcloaks were drafting mages for the war effort and Yuriah being a skilled healer, was drafted, for the Stormcloaks and there she fights for them and heals the wounded, hoping this war would just end already.
Appearance: Yuriah has shoulder length fiery red hair, and pale skin, her eyes are sky blue and color, and she has a scar on her right arm from a accident with magic.
Personality: Yuriah is a kind and caring person, even if things seem bad she is always ready to help those in need, despite orders she sometimes even heals imperial forces, she can also be really really talkative sometimes going on long winded talks about magic.
Faction: Stormcloak Rebellion
Name: Jacen Bright
Age/Race/Gender: 27, Human (Westmarch) Male
Physical Appearance: Jacen Bright His eye color is blue
Armor/Clothing:Same as above execpt his torn and slashed white cloak is missing his helmet also has angel wings on it
Weapons/Inventory: Falchion,dagger,water skin, bedroll, lamp, rope, and a couple of coins from his homeland
Skills/Abilities: Jacen is a master of the sword, it is like an exstenson of his arm, he is also very skilled at mounted combat, he also knows how to read and write, he is also very good at strategy and tactics.
History: Jacen was born to a noble family in Westmarch, his family given their nobilty status due to his fathers skill as a knight of the realm, there Jacen was taught things of the court like politics,how to read and write, geography, mathematics as well as other things that would make him a better leader of his fathers house, how to ride a horse, how to fight with a sword, and how to lead an army, when Jacen was 13 he left his homeland a hedge knight who lent his services to anyone who needed it.
Life as a hedge knight brought him all over the world, and he fought for those who needed him, on his 16th birthday, the boy fell in love with a small village in Westmarch and hung up his sword, there he settled in as a protector of the town and eventually fell in love with a blacksmiths daughter who he planned to marry, but that all ended in a flash. A year later a terrible plague hit the town, killing the blacksmith and his daughter, as well as most of the town, he fled the town before things got worse, there he got drafted into the kingdoms army to deal with peasant uprisings, he did things he didn't want to do, things that haunt him to this day. He put whole towns to the sword, slaughtered under equipped farmers, he thought things couldn't get any worse boy was he wrong.
Years later the Blightlord came onto the scene and the armies of Westmarch fell before him, Jacen nearly died many times, but finally he had enough and fled from service dishonoring his families house but keeping his life the shame of quitting the field still lives within Jacen, not having anywhere to go he fled for his fathers holdings, but what he found shook him to his core, his father sat on the walls impaled upon a spear the manor was partially burned, the rest was collapsed, going inside he found his mother partially eaten in the room she shared with her husband, but he pressed on finally standing in the grand hall where his father held guests, and great feasts, he found servants who had been eaten alive on the tables, sellswords and others impaled on spears and wooden beams guts, and blood spattered the floor and walls, and the stench of death was heavy in the air, this sickened Jacen, but it also enraged him on the bodies and blood of the dead he swore he would kill the blightlord even if it was the last thing he ever did and even now till this day that promise is the only thing keeping him going.
Age/Race/Gender: 27, Human (Westmarch) Male
Physical Appearance: Jacen Bright His eye color is blue
Armor/Clothing:Same as above execpt his torn and slashed white cloak is missing his helmet also has angel wings on it
Weapons/Inventory: Falchion,dagger,water skin, bedroll, lamp, rope, and a couple of coins from his homeland
Skills/Abilities: Jacen is a master of the sword, it is like an exstenson of his arm, he is also very skilled at mounted combat, he also knows how to read and write, he is also very good at strategy and tactics.
History: Jacen was born to a noble family in Westmarch, his family given their nobilty status due to his fathers skill as a knight of the realm, there Jacen was taught things of the court like politics,how to read and write, geography, mathematics as well as other things that would make him a better leader of his fathers house, how to ride a horse, how to fight with a sword, and how to lead an army, when Jacen was 13 he left his homeland a hedge knight who lent his services to anyone who needed it.
Life as a hedge knight brought him all over the world, and he fought for those who needed him, on his 16th birthday, the boy fell in love with a small village in Westmarch and hung up his sword, there he settled in as a protector of the town and eventually fell in love with a blacksmiths daughter who he planned to marry, but that all ended in a flash. A year later a terrible plague hit the town, killing the blacksmith and his daughter, as well as most of the town, he fled the town before things got worse, there he got drafted into the kingdoms army to deal with peasant uprisings, he did things he didn't want to do, things that haunt him to this day. He put whole towns to the sword, slaughtered under equipped farmers, he thought things couldn't get any worse boy was he wrong.
Years later the Blightlord came onto the scene and the armies of Westmarch fell before him, Jacen nearly died many times, but finally he had enough and fled from service dishonoring his families house but keeping his life the shame of quitting the field still lives within Jacen, not having anywhere to go he fled for his fathers holdings, but what he found shook him to his core, his father sat on the walls impaled upon a spear the manor was partially burned, the rest was collapsed, going inside he found his mother partially eaten in the room she shared with her husband, but he pressed on finally standing in the grand hall where his father held guests, and great feasts, he found servants who had been eaten alive on the tables, sellswords and others impaled on spears and wooden beams guts, and blood spattered the floor and walls, and the stench of death was heavy in the air, this sickened Jacen, but it also enraged him on the bodies and blood of the dead he swore he would kill the blightlord even if it was the last thing he ever did and even now till this day that promise is the only thing keeping him going.
Ummm how many chars are we limited to?
somebody needs to punch the commonwealth in the dick.... i mean that is a lot of land to not have resistance movements
I thought i said all other units were dead? my bad. edited my post for it to be a bit better, my bad Gohan.
5:30 AM Berlin City Checkpoint
The Crows sat far off from the checkpoint their leader Elias, and company had kept watch for two nights noting shift changes, patrol hours, and when vehicles would enter and exit, everything they did until finally ""Es ist Zeit, dies zu tun sind wir weit von zu Hause, so dass, wenn wir fallen, fallen wir alle." "It's time to do this, we are far from home, so that when we fall, we all fall." The group stood and moved as close as they could switching rifles to single shot they waited for their orders. "Ziel für den Hals und die Arterie im Bein und machen jeden Schuss zählen wir nicht wollen, dass sie uns hören." "Aim for the neck and the artery in the leg, and make each shot count we don't want them to hear us." they took their shots some missed but others who had hit their mark took them out together they enacted their plan pulling the bodies away and stripping the former guards to nothing they put on their uniforms and went back to the guard post.
5:55 Am Berlin Guard Post.
Elias hated to admit it but the armor was comfortable and very useful, Elias and half his team of 30 would go in and take out the Reich Minister while the other half would wait for an armored vehicle to take control of. Making sure his weapon was prepped and his team was ready, him and his group moved out toward the propaganda building, all of them knowing the real show was about to begin.
The Crows sat far off from the checkpoint their leader Elias, and company had kept watch for two nights noting shift changes, patrol hours, and when vehicles would enter and exit, everything they did until finally ""Es ist Zeit, dies zu tun sind wir weit von zu Hause, so dass, wenn wir fallen, fallen wir alle." "It's time to do this, we are far from home, so that when we fall, we all fall." The group stood and moved as close as they could switching rifles to single shot they waited for their orders. "Ziel für den Hals und die Arterie im Bein und machen jeden Schuss zählen wir nicht wollen, dass sie uns hören." "Aim for the neck and the artery in the leg, and make each shot count we don't want them to hear us." they took their shots some missed but others who had hit their mark took them out together they enacted their plan pulling the bodies away and stripping the former guards to nothing they put on their uniforms and went back to the guard post.
5:55 Am Berlin Guard Post.
Elias hated to admit it but the armor was comfortable and very useful, Elias and half his team of 30 would go in and take out the Reich Minister while the other half would wait for an armored vehicle to take control of. Making sure his weapon was prepped and his team was ready, him and his group moved out toward the propaganda building, all of them knowing the real show was about to begin.
[Hive Fleet Kraken Territory, Unknown Planet]
The Swarmlord was angry his first attack had failed miserably only a few of the defenders had died, but true to their swarm mentality they would give the M.S.F or that fleet no respite, no rest they would tire and break before him. Looking out at the masses gathered before him they stretched out as far as his eyes could see, massive towering spires that look like ugly boils that burst from the earth, and odd creatures guarded them, but before the Swarmlord stretched a true swarm, bio-titans and other ugly creatures displayed before The Swarmlord all facing towards the M.S.F, it was going to be heavy fighting but hopefully the sheer amount of the swarm, would run those worthless humans into the ground.
[Near M.S.F Territory, Unknown Planet]
as a softening blow as well as to find out the territory of the M.S.F Harridan's Carrying the swarms equivalent of scouts The Lictor the group of Harridan's could be seen from a large distance away as the lead one has a wingspan of 45 meters so the defenders do have time to react.
The Swarmlord was angry his first attack had failed miserably only a few of the defenders had died, but true to their swarm mentality they would give the M.S.F or that fleet no respite, no rest they would tire and break before him. Looking out at the masses gathered before him they stretched out as far as his eyes could see, massive towering spires that look like ugly boils that burst from the earth, and odd creatures guarded them, but before the Swarmlord stretched a true swarm, bio-titans and other ugly creatures displayed before The Swarmlord all facing towards the M.S.F, it was going to be heavy fighting but hopefully the sheer amount of the swarm, would run those worthless humans into the ground.
[Near M.S.F Territory, Unknown Planet]
as a softening blow as well as to find out the territory of the M.S.F Harridan's Carrying the swarms equivalent of scouts The Lictor the group of Harridan's could be seen from a large distance away as the lead one has a wingspan of 45 meters so the defenders do have time to react.
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it's been a day dude give the GM some time.
i think this died guys...
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