MiddleEarthRoze

A School for Deities.

One concurs with the above statement.

Skyrim: Dragonsbane

ATTENTION!

The Roleplay is beginning! I'd like you to just transfer your character sign-ups to the roleplay - It's of the same name, it's under Casual Roleplay - and you may begin!

Skyrim: Dragonsbane

Name: Rozalia "Roze" Éathliel Age: 23 Race: Breton - although one can see a touch of Nord, from her Father's side. Class: Rogue Appearance: Standing at a height of about 5'5, with a slim and lithe body, Roze has the perfect figure for being quiet and sneaky. Her disarming grin and sweet dimpled cheeks often make others underestimate her, along with her warm, honey coloured eyes. She has a thick mane of black curls reaching nearly her mid-back, that she more often than not just ties up and stuffs into a hood when it misbehaves - which is always. Personality: Easy-going and naturally sweet, she can make a witty quip about pretty much anything and is quick to tease to lighten the atmosphere. However, she can turn bitter when people treat her badly, and her anger is something that you do not want to face, even with a sword in your hand. Other than that, she has an unwavering loyalty for those she cares about, and is quick to stand up for the down-trodden and discriminated. Bio: Roze's story is rather simple, yet tragic one. Ever since she was a young girl, hearing stories about the various adventurers while living in Cyrodiil, she wanted to join their ranks immediately. However, her life didn't go particularly as she had planned. Starting off in life in a small village just north of Bruma in Cyrodiil, adventure seemed unlikely. Her community were no more than farmers, the strongest man there being a Redguard blacksmith; who was getting on his years. A man kinder than his dour exterior showed, he gifted Rozalia a small steel dagger when she but four years old. Little did she know at that time how much she would come to rely on it. The Great War hadn't affected their small village all that much - Rozalia not even aware of it, due to her being born 3 years after the Concordat was signed. However, that all changed when a group of Thalmor came their way; one of the groups that had fought in Hammerfell and lingered in Cyrodiil, they passed through their village on the their way to Skyrim. However, seeing the sole Redguard in the village brought back sour memories for the group of Aldmeri Dominion warriors, and they issued an unwarranted search, spewing some nonsense that they had received intelligence of outlawed Talos Worship. As many in the village were Nords - such as Rozalia's father - Talos symbols and shrines remained, and were found. Being only simple farm-hands, they had no defense against the Thalmor that slaughtered their entire village and razed the houses to the ground. Rozalia only escaped thanks to that old Redguard blacksmith, who had been determined to save the only child of the village. He was shot in the back with an arrow as she fled into the icy wilderness, tears freezing on her face as she left behind the corpses of everyone she knew and loved, the last words of the Redguard still in her mind: "Don't look back. Don't forget." She made her way to Bruma, avoiding neighbouring villages in case Thalmor lingered there - even at four years old, she was a quick thinker. As soon as she reached the gates of Bruma, the various beggars dotted around the city quickly took her under their wing. Thankfully, she had some pretty quick street-smarts, and was able to avoid trouble while living on the streets with various other orphans and veterans of the war. For 19 years, she stayed on the streets - travelling to various cities, and eventually coming into contact with the Thieves Guild in the Imperial City. Although not actually joining them, they offered her basic training on how to defend herself - that old steel dagger she had received years ago had saved her life plenty of times; either from drug addicts, fellow pickpockets, or men who got far too personal. But she knew she needed something better if she were to get anywhere in life. Naturally talented with a bow, it was her favoured weapon - it was quick, quiet, and gave plenty of ranged shots. However, in order for the training to occur, the Guild wanted one thing - she had to steal the bow, and the arrows. Now, that was child's play for her - picking the most isolated armoury in the city was no problem, nor was picking the locks and getting away with ease. So, this way she received training, including the basics of swordplay and parrying, etc. When the word of dragons got to her, she made the decision to travel to Skyrim and help fight - ''borrowing'' some armour and weapons along her way, from some very unsuspecting - and no doubt furious - travelling merchants. After all, she could look after herself, both in the streets and in the wilds. She also knew that the Thalmor were prevalent in Skyrim, thanks to the uprisal of the Stormcloaks. She never fails to recall those last words of the Redguard Blacksmith. She didn't look back, that was true. But nor did she forget. Equipment: A fairly battered - but strong - set of leather armour, enchanted with a chameleon illusion, along with a leather mages hood, which gives her a boost in health. Also has a twin set of ebony daggers, found during one of her silent plunderings of giant camps. Also has a hunting bow, given by the Guild. She also carries with her at all times the old steel dagger - not used much, but still looked after - and an Amulet of Mara that always hangs around her neck, which belonged to her Mother. A man tried to steal it once. He didn't see daylight again. Other: Has a great love for music, and although tempted to join the Bard's College, couldn't simply be done with the cattiness of the other Bards and the endless chores one must do to learn how to play a drum. However, the Thieve's Guild of Skyrim has interested her - although it seemed almost unwise to make that big a commitment when she was younger, she has a better feeling about this.

A School for Deities.

I've posted - hopefully someone will pull the bus over for her. :)

A School for Deities.

Roxanne hummed a song softly under her breath, swinging her feet lightly, smiling as her shoes scuffed the dirt road. She had been told to wait here by... someone. She wasn't sure who, she just knew that they hadn't been in the least bit human, and they worked with the school.
I just had to get my invitation late. She thought to herself, peering up the road to look for the bus, that should be approaching rather soon. For some ''clerical issue'', as it had been called - which she didn't believe in the slightest; for Heaven's sakes, they were supernatural creatures - her notification of entering the school had arrived far too late for her to purchase a ticket to the correct Japanese airport. So, she'd gotten one for a smaller airport closer to the mountains, and here she was now; waiting for the bus.
It hadn't been that long a walk from the airport, and she'd found a little old stone wall by the side of the road for her to sit on. It was rather a pleasant spot, and if she hadn't been bursting with curiosity of seeing this new school - and her classmates, whom she was certain would be far more interesting than herself - she could have happily stayed there all day, listening to the strange birdcalls she was unfamiliar with, shaded by the lush green mountains and seeing the twinkle of the ocean in the distance.

Harry Potter Slice of Life [Interest Check]

*snip*

A School for Deities.

As I'm a complete sucker for continuity errors - seriously, I'm terrible - I'm just going to say Roxy got to the school by other means, and is simply waiting outside by the time the bus arrives.

Skyrim: Dragonsbane

Yes, still quite alive, sorry about the wait guys. I was just waiting for more people to pop up, but if waiting longer means losing people, I'll just start it ASAP. I'll have the RP up tonight, and you can start at that. :)

Harry Potter Slice of Life [Interest Check]

Just wondering if I could have my character as a variation of Metamorphagus? As in, she can't change her appearance consciously, but her hair and eye colour change according to whatever emotion she is feeling at the time. Just thought I'd ask before posting it x

Vampire: the Dark Ages

The Wanderer said
Tentative interest

Likewise. I think I'll take a look at the OP before really getting involved, but I do like the idea, and am somewhat familiar with it.