Hi, I'm very interested in this rp, would i be able to save the connington family for myself but I'd only be able to get a post up on friday, is that okay?
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I've edited my cs, to clarify.
Mortarion said
If I might ask you, what faction does he belong to?
If you're talking about me, I'll be fighting for the legion.
I've made a character if you're still accepting, hopefully it's okay.
Name: Fendryn Omaren
Gender: Male
Race: Dunmer
Age: 57
Skills: Forging, Speechcraft, Marksman, One Handed.
Equipment: Leather armour, a huge olive cloak with a hood, a long bow and 30 iron arrows, and two steel short swords.
Background: Fendryn was raised in the city of Cheydinhal, were he worked for his father who owned a blacksmithing company. Since an early age he had been learning how to use the forge and how to create all types of weapons and armour. When he turned fifteen his father thought that he was a friendly enough person to become the salesman when his dad was busy and he became good at bartering with the customers. In his spare time he practised with all the weapons that he was creating and stood out in dual wielding two short swords and using the bow. A few years later his dad lost a bet, were he gambled a lot of his money and his shop to another business owner. They had lost everything and would soon lose the house having no way to pay the ever increasing taxes that Cheydinhal were demanding. Fendryns father became depressed and started drinking, a few weeks later was found dead, after he stumbled into one of the ponds and drowned.
Having nothing left, Fendryn sold his house, barely making any money due to the unpaid bills and he decided to leave. He gathered a few bits of equipment first, which he bought with the last of his money, and headed off looking for jobs. He learned how to hunt animals so he could survive in the wilds. Fendryn turned to mercanary work when he became bored of endlessly roaming the wilds.
When he was 40 he signed up for the mercenary company “The Hundred Hounds.” He was accepted for his wide range of skills. He was mainly used as a scout finding weak spots that the contracts had and finding the quickest route through the forests, sometimes when they needed him to fix their armour and weapons. He became the right hand man of the leader, an old imperial called Quintus Jannus. They are being paid by the Imperial Legion.
Appearance: Fendryn stands around 6 foot with un-kept charcoal black hair that comes to his neck and has massive shoulders and very physically fit. The shade of his skin is dark blue. His nose is larger than average dunmers, which is bent from the amount of times he’s broken it. He has little scars all over his body, from his encounters with animals in the Forrest, but none are that noticeable. He is like every Dunmer and has red eyes. He has ten black gems pierced through his left ear in a row, for no other reason than he likes the look of them, they don't do anything. Three green stripes run diagonally across his face where he has used his three middle fingers as paint brushes.
Personality: Fendryn is a very outgoing Dunmer and a complete opposite to most of his race. He usually makes friends quick and loves to drink and sing with the people he is with. He loves to wind up people who he thinks take life too seriously, usually making sarcastic comments towards them. He has a natural ability for battle tactics.
Name: Fendryn Omaren
Gender: Male
Race: Dunmer
Age: 57
Skills: Forging, Speechcraft, Marksman, One Handed.
Equipment: Leather armour, a huge olive cloak with a hood, a long bow and 30 iron arrows, and two steel short swords.
Background: Fendryn was raised in the city of Cheydinhal, were he worked for his father who owned a blacksmithing company. Since an early age he had been learning how to use the forge and how to create all types of weapons and armour. When he turned fifteen his father thought that he was a friendly enough person to become the salesman when his dad was busy and he became good at bartering with the customers. In his spare time he practised with all the weapons that he was creating and stood out in dual wielding two short swords and using the bow. A few years later his dad lost a bet, were he gambled a lot of his money and his shop to another business owner. They had lost everything and would soon lose the house having no way to pay the ever increasing taxes that Cheydinhal were demanding. Fendryns father became depressed and started drinking, a few weeks later was found dead, after he stumbled into one of the ponds and drowned.
Having nothing left, Fendryn sold his house, barely making any money due to the unpaid bills and he decided to leave. He gathered a few bits of equipment first, which he bought with the last of his money, and headed off looking for jobs. He learned how to hunt animals so he could survive in the wilds. Fendryn turned to mercanary work when he became bored of endlessly roaming the wilds.
When he was 40 he signed up for the mercenary company “The Hundred Hounds.” He was accepted for his wide range of skills. He was mainly used as a scout finding weak spots that the contracts had and finding the quickest route through the forests, sometimes when they needed him to fix their armour and weapons. He became the right hand man of the leader, an old imperial called Quintus Jannus. They are being paid by the Imperial Legion.
Appearance: Fendryn stands around 6 foot with un-kept charcoal black hair that comes to his neck and has massive shoulders and very physically fit. The shade of his skin is dark blue. His nose is larger than average dunmers, which is bent from the amount of times he’s broken it. He has little scars all over his body, from his encounters with animals in the Forrest, but none are that noticeable. He is like every Dunmer and has red eyes. He has ten black gems pierced through his left ear in a row, for no other reason than he likes the look of them, they don't do anything. Three green stripes run diagonally across his face where he has used his three middle fingers as paint brushes.
Personality: Fendryn is a very outgoing Dunmer and a complete opposite to most of his race. He usually makes friends quick and loves to drink and sing with the people he is with. He loves to wind up people who he thinks take life too seriously, usually making sarcastic comments towards them. He has a natural ability for battle tactics.
They sky was lit up for a second as a streak of lightning flashed through the sky, followed by a monstrous boom. For those few seconds the thunder cancelled out the noise of cry’s and fighting that was happening in the city. In the middle of the street were people were trying their best to not get butchered by the seemingly endless hoards of daedra, Fendryn was scurrying around on the floor trying his best to get his other blade back that the dremora had tossed. He hadn’t really noticed the Breton on the floor fighting with the dremora, who a little bit before had been attacking him, a little bit down the street. He couldn’t really hear anything over the slowly rising screams that were coming from all around him and metal hitting metal. To the south a fire started to rapidly grow, burning all of the buildings next to it. He looked up for a second. That’s coming from the gate, nice our only exit is behind a wall of fire.
Fendryn found his sword and looked up to his surprise, the guardsman fighting the dremora. The creature had its back to Fendryn has it pushed the Breton away to get a bit of space and get back on his feet but Fendryn didn’t give him the chance, this was only chance he had to kill it. He sheathed one of his swords and sprinted down the street, pushing past people and daedra alike. He grabbed the beast by one of the horns on its head, pulling it to the side, to expose some of its flesh. Fendryn lunged his sword downwards, cleanly piercing the creatures’ neck. Gurgling sounds came from its mouth as Fendryn quickly pulled out the sword. He took a few steps back and kicked the body the floor.
Another fire started in the east now and was burning towards them. Gods, what is happening right now, Fendryn thought to himself. He looked around to see the streets already littered with dead bodies. Smoke was filling the streets. Suddenly somebody grabbed his shoulder. He turned around quickly, raising his sword, only to realize it was Ulrer. “Fendryn, we need to get out of this fucking street! We need to get into the chapel!”
Fendryn looked at him and nodded his head in agreement. “Okay, take the old man inside. I’ll get the guard.” He wiped the blood away from his sword on his greaves and then sheathed it. He jogged a few feet to where the guard was getting back up from the ground, it was the same one who had just risked his life for him. Fendryn stuck out his hand to help him get up from the ground. “Come on get up! We need to get inside quickly or we’re all dead…” He noticed in the corner of his eye most of the daedra, who were in the same street as them were distracted, he couldn’t really see from all the smoke but he could just see lightning flying from the tops of roofs hitting the daedra below and they were all firing into the sky. As the lightning came down for a few seconds it lit up the street a bit and could just make out the high elf who he’d met in the street earlier. “I don’t know what that crazy altmer is doing.” He started to cough violently from all the smoke, “But it seems like she’s doing a pretty good job of keeping those daedra distracted.” He put one his arms in front of his head to try and keep some of the smoke out of his eyes. “I’m going in and if you have any brains you’ll come with me and shut the door behind you. Unless you want to go and be a hero and die trying to save the people who can’t be saved.” After saying that he ran to the doors of the chapel, noticing a khajiit helping people in.
Fendryn found his sword and looked up to his surprise, the guardsman fighting the dremora. The creature had its back to Fendryn has it pushed the Breton away to get a bit of space and get back on his feet but Fendryn didn’t give him the chance, this was only chance he had to kill it. He sheathed one of his swords and sprinted down the street, pushing past people and daedra alike. He grabbed the beast by one of the horns on its head, pulling it to the side, to expose some of its flesh. Fendryn lunged his sword downwards, cleanly piercing the creatures’ neck. Gurgling sounds came from its mouth as Fendryn quickly pulled out the sword. He took a few steps back and kicked the body the floor.
Another fire started in the east now and was burning towards them. Gods, what is happening right now, Fendryn thought to himself. He looked around to see the streets already littered with dead bodies. Smoke was filling the streets. Suddenly somebody grabbed his shoulder. He turned around quickly, raising his sword, only to realize it was Ulrer. “Fendryn, we need to get out of this fucking street! We need to get into the chapel!”
Fendryn looked at him and nodded his head in agreement. “Okay, take the old man inside. I’ll get the guard.” He wiped the blood away from his sword on his greaves and then sheathed it. He jogged a few feet to where the guard was getting back up from the ground, it was the same one who had just risked his life for him. Fendryn stuck out his hand to help him get up from the ground. “Come on get up! We need to get inside quickly or we’re all dead…” He noticed in the corner of his eye most of the daedra, who were in the same street as them were distracted, he couldn’t really see from all the smoke but he could just see lightning flying from the tops of roofs hitting the daedra below and they were all firing into the sky. As the lightning came down for a few seconds it lit up the street a bit and could just make out the high elf who he’d met in the street earlier. “I don’t know what that crazy altmer is doing.” He started to cough violently from all the smoke, “But it seems like she’s doing a pretty good job of keeping those daedra distracted.” He put one his arms in front of his head to try and keep some of the smoke out of his eyes. “I’m going in and if you have any brains you’ll come with me and shut the door behind you. Unless you want to go and be a hero and die trying to save the people who can’t be saved.” After saying that he ran to the doors of the chapel, noticing a khajiit helping people in.
Sorry I've not been posting people, hopefully I'll be getting one up by the end of the day.
Sorry I've not been posting people, hopefully I'll be getting one up by the end of the day.
Im pretty busy the next couple of days people, so I might not be posting much, continue the story as you see fit though.
I thought I would add a cs about the two companions who my main character is with. Just so you all know what they're like.
Name: Ulrer the Tall
Race: Nord
Gender: Male
Age: 41
Appearance:
Ulrer is very small only at 5 foot 8 and a little chubby, but he is very strong.
Personality: Ulrer is a very loud nord. He is awful at arguing his point and a very angry person, especially when it comes to his height.
Class: Warrior
Major Skills: Blunt, Heavy Armour, Hand to Hand
Minor Skills: Pole arms, Block, Forging, Athletics
Equipment: Steel battle Axe, Iron Amour, iron war axe, iron shield, 60 gold, tent and sleeping roll.
Job: Mercenary.
History: Ulrer has been a mercenary all of his life. He was a bastard who was raised by his father after his mother died the birth. His father, had his own mercenary group called ‘The Rabid Wolves’ during a battle he died when Ulrer was just 17. Ulrer was cast out, from the other officers who didn’t want him as the leader. Since then he’s been at different mercenary companies all his life.
Name: Quintus Jannus
Race: Imperial
Gender: Male
Age: 72
Appearance:
Quintus is a very physically weak character.
Personality: Quitus is a very shy character who never really talks unless he knows you, mainly because of his stutter. He is extremely intelligent.
Class: Mage
Major Skills: Conjuration, illusion, Mysticism
Minor Skills: Enchanting, Alchemy, Restoration, Un-armoured.
Equipment: Walking Staff, Robes of illusion, 4000 gold (His, Fendryns and Ulrers combined savings for the mercenary group, won’t be spending) 100 gold to spend, Potion of healing, potion of cure disease.
Spells: Summon Bear, Reanimate, Paralyze, Fear, Light, Detect Life, Soul Trap, Restore Health, Restore others health.
Job: Ex Mages guild leader of Skingrad, current mercenary.
History: Quintus was born in Skingrad and when he turned 16 he signed up for the mages guild. He rose up the ranks quick, mainly because of his intelligence. He has a love for history and became the mages guild historian for a while. When he was 35 he became the leader of the Skingrad mages guild. One night when he was 40 he was reading a tome about necromancy and raising the dead. He started practising the art and became very skilled at conjuration, but he was soon discovered as a necromancer and kicked out of the guild, nowhere else would take him on except for mercenary companies and since then he has been with mercenary groups usually being there top advisers.
Name: Ulrer the Tall
Race: Nord
Gender: Male
Age: 41
Appearance:
Ulrer is very small only at 5 foot 8 and a little chubby, but he is very strong.
Personality: Ulrer is a very loud nord. He is awful at arguing his point and a very angry person, especially when it comes to his height.
Class: Warrior
Major Skills: Blunt, Heavy Armour, Hand to Hand
Minor Skills: Pole arms, Block, Forging, Athletics
Equipment: Steel battle Axe, Iron Amour, iron war axe, iron shield, 60 gold, tent and sleeping roll.
Job: Mercenary.
History: Ulrer has been a mercenary all of his life. He was a bastard who was raised by his father after his mother died the birth. His father, had his own mercenary group called ‘The Rabid Wolves’ during a battle he died when Ulrer was just 17. Ulrer was cast out, from the other officers who didn’t want him as the leader. Since then he’s been at different mercenary companies all his life.
Name: Quintus Jannus
Race: Imperial
Gender: Male
Age: 72
Appearance:
Quintus is a very physically weak character.
Personality: Quitus is a very shy character who never really talks unless he knows you, mainly because of his stutter. He is extremely intelligent.
Class: Mage
Major Skills: Conjuration, illusion, Mysticism
Minor Skills: Enchanting, Alchemy, Restoration, Un-armoured.
Equipment: Walking Staff, Robes of illusion, 4000 gold (His, Fendryns and Ulrers combined savings for the mercenary group, won’t be spending) 100 gold to spend, Potion of healing, potion of cure disease.
Spells: Summon Bear, Reanimate, Paralyze, Fear, Light, Detect Life, Soul Trap, Restore Health, Restore others health.
Job: Ex Mages guild leader of Skingrad, current mercenary.
History: Quintus was born in Skingrad and when he turned 16 he signed up for the mages guild. He rose up the ranks quick, mainly because of his intelligence. He has a love for history and became the mages guild historian for a while. When he was 35 he became the leader of the Skingrad mages guild. One night when he was 40 he was reading a tome about necromancy and raising the dead. He started practising the art and became very skilled at conjuration, but he was soon discovered as a necromancer and kicked out of the guild, nowhere else would take him on except for mercenary companies and since then he has been with mercenary groups usually being there top advisers.
The Altmer looked at Fendryn and gave him a little curtsey and ran off into the fight. “Fuck… well it looks like we have no choice boys, what kind of men would we be if we stayed back and let the women fight. Let’s go and kill these ugly bastards!” He looked at his two friends who agreed with him. Ulrer ran in with his battle axe and Quintus readied a spell, he launched a green light at one of the scamps who fell straight on the floor and didn’t move. Fendryn walked into the fight pulling his bow back looking for a target. He managed to see the altmer again who had just been badly burned all over her arms by a scamp who was charging forward readying to try and finish the job. Fendryn aimed just in front of the daedric creature and released the arrow. As the thing jumped the arrow hit it in the eye and you could hear a little popping sound as the scamp fell dead. He turned around to see his companion who’d been knocked unconscious by the frost atronach. Has he was about to gather another arrow from his quiver he felt something grab hold of his bow, he looked round to see a fist flying in his direction, having no time to move he just braced for the impact. A crunching noise was heard and blood splattered all over the dremora. Fendryn half dazed kicked the ugly creature away to get a bit of space.
Fendryn muttered to himself, “Not my nose again, why does everyone break my fucking nose.” He looked up to see the dremora breaking his bow over his knee. In his dazed state he’d forgotten about his bow. “You fucker I really liked that bow!” He reached to his belt and pulled out his two short swords and sprinted at it. Fendryn let out a flurry of attacks trying to break the dremoras defence, but the shield who was taking most of the damage. He tried to attack low sweeping at his legs but this proved costly as the daedra smashed the attack aside with his shield, Fendryn couldn’t manage to keep hold of the sword from the impact. It flew to the side and now he was on the defence. He did his best parrying the sword away and dodging the shield but if it carried on he would be dead soon. The dremora pretended he was going to do a powerful downward swing, but instead kicked Fendryn preparing for the sword attack, knocking him to one knee. The dremora now came down with an attack but Fendryn jumped out the way. The dremora had finally let down his guard and Fendryn stabbed it through the calf. The thing let out a low pitch growl as Fendryn pulled out the sword again. Fendryn hoped the beast would go down to one knee so he could finish the job but the thing carried on standing. So Fendryn sprinted off to get his other sword.
Fendryn muttered to himself, “Not my nose again, why does everyone break my fucking nose.” He looked up to see the dremora breaking his bow over his knee. In his dazed state he’d forgotten about his bow. “You fucker I really liked that bow!” He reached to his belt and pulled out his two short swords and sprinted at it. Fendryn let out a flurry of attacks trying to break the dremoras defence, but the shield who was taking most of the damage. He tried to attack low sweeping at his legs but this proved costly as the daedra smashed the attack aside with his shield, Fendryn couldn’t manage to keep hold of the sword from the impact. It flew to the side and now he was on the defence. He did his best parrying the sword away and dodging the shield but if it carried on he would be dead soon. The dremora pretended he was going to do a powerful downward swing, but instead kicked Fendryn preparing for the sword attack, knocking him to one knee. The dremora now came down with an attack but Fendryn jumped out the way. The dremora had finally let down his guard and Fendryn stabbed it through the calf. The thing let out a low pitch growl as Fendryn pulled out the sword again. Fendryn hoped the beast would go down to one knee so he could finish the job but the thing carried on standing. So Fendryn sprinted off to get his other sword.
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