Unfortunately, we have two Vampire characters, one Lycan character, and one undead character - so I've stopped any more of these for now. The possibility of vampirism can be played out further on in the roleplay, just ask me first.
Because of this, I'll need you to change all the vampire armour mentions, bio, vampirical skills, etc. I'd also like a metal less precious than Daedric for your dagger, and perhaps not glass arrows - they're not going to be in massive abundance, considering how intricate they are. Also, malachite is very rare in Skyrim, which is used to make the glass arrows, so perhaps something less - steel works just fine. An arrow's an arrow, after all. Just for the beginning, anyway.
Also, portable alchemy kits aren't particularly possible. The alembic itself is massive, and fragile. Not the best thing to be carrying around in warzones. If your alchemy skill is high, you can make potions and poisons that are potent enough that you don't have to use a lot, so carrying those around shouldn't be a problem. I mean, you can use alchemy tables at any alchemist shop, or other random locations.
Other than those small things - and sorry to crush yours hopes, it is a good sign-up, after all - please fix them and move it on over to the OOC.
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I can't believe I've stuck myself with three girls for all of next year who think screaming, shrieking and making sex noises consists of banter. -_-
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The facts and lore of a specific universe: Canon. A large piece of artillery used to shoot shells: Cannon. Writers, please learn the goddamn difference. This has been a public service announcement.
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Posts will be delayed until wednesday, my dudes. Got some uni wori to catch up on.
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Howdy all! I figured it was about time I spruced up my bio section. Or, y'know. Wrote something in it other than WIP.
So! Things to know about my mostly-good self:
I'm a 20 year old female, hailing from a not-so-small town in the north east of England. I'm currently about a third through my second year at Uni, and have made some awesome friends there so far. I also debate. That's always fun - arguing has always been an annoying trait (for others, that is) of mine, so putting it into something one can have on their CV is great. The competitions are super fun too. Anyway, roleplaying.
If you've known me for a short or long while, you'll likely know what an absolute slut for fantasy I am. High fantasy to low, I love those kind of roleplays and will nearly always be interested in new ones that crop up. The same applies for Sci-Fi, but at the moment, I'm not feeling inspiration for a good ol' spacefaring RP. Gotta get the Mass Effect out again, get me craving some Turian booty again. However, I won't go for only these ones. SoL can interest me if they're run properly, alongside horror, mystery, romance, etc. I won't ignore something simply because it doesn't have magic or flying bears in it or something. As for level, I like to consider my writing high-casual to low-advanced. Hopefully others will agree with me on that one, haha. Anyway, here's a list of specific fandoms I enjoy, kind of in order of preference:
- Lord of the Rings Universe (Including The Hobbit)
- Dragon Age series
- Elder Scrolls
- Mass Effect Trilogy
- Star Trek (I'd love a Discovery one right now!)
- Star Wars (Specifically the time around the Prequels; while I shan't get into the whole Prequel/Original war on which is better, roleplaying makes for more excitement in the prequel era. Clone Wars guys, c'mon!)
- Buffy the Vampire Slayer
- Fringe
- Greek Mythology (PJO, but with the amount of Camp Half-Blood roleplays that have come and gone, I'd prefer one based more on the Original Mythologies)
- Norse Mythology
- Marvel
- Left 4 Dead
- The Walking Dead (Or any Post-Apocalypse Roleplay, really.)
- 'A Song of Ice and Fire' Series
- House of Night Series
- True Blood
- Deus Ex
- Blood Ties
- The Vampire Diaries (I admittedly abandoned the show and books when the plot got too boring, but I still like the Universe. I'd join a roleplay based in it, if it had original characters, that is.)
- Pacific Rim
Aaannndd I'll stop the list here before I go on forever. Basically there's a lot, particularly in the realm of fantasy. Hit me up if you want me in your roleplay, of if you'd like to do a 1x1 based around any of those areas, or even some additional ones if you think I'd be interested. I love original plots and Universes too, especially if they're done well.
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Woop! Happy to have you. Just head on over to the OC and post your charrie as soon as possible please x
My potato friend, Nightingale doesn't have wings. she just can fly, is all. :3
*BUMP*
C'mon guys, let's keep this at the top. I WANT MORE PEEPS!
Oh, and if anyone interested does stumble upon this, feel free to join the RP - we're not far in at all. Hell, we're not even all part of Dovahfeyn yet.
C'mon guys, let's keep this at the top. I WANT MORE PEEPS!
Oh, and if anyone interested does stumble upon this, feel free to join the RP - we're not far in at all. Hell, we're not even all part of Dovahfeyn yet.
Nice character Leos, I look forward to seeing him in action.
However, let's put a big no on more undead, kay? XD
However, let's put a big no on more undead, kay? XD
Csilla, Rozalia Éathliel
Rozalia understood Krios' frantic expression as she glanced at the grate above them. His force concealment as extremely useful in situations like this, when there were no natural shadows to meld with. But it was limited in that you couldn't really do much else when it was on - including using the Force for something else, or fighting.
Thankfully for them, Rozalia could climb anything.
Motioning for him to bend down, she planted her foot on Krios' now lowered-shoulder and hefted herself up towards the ceiling, her hands and feet finding minute handholds in the old, warped metal as she flipped up silently. Clinging to the ceiling, she reached forward and pushed the grate up and along the vent, crawling inside with ease. Putting her head back down, curls dangling over her face, she glanced down the hallway. The Dark JEdi were still approaching, but thankfully, Krios' concealment was still working.
Her torso now hanging down for the vent, she reached out to Krios with her arm, waiting for him to grab on so she could pull him up.
Space over Vondark, Lieutenant Kellan Vos
In Kellan's opinion, the battle was over too soon.
There was nothing much that entertained him more than blowing fighters out of the sky, and he was disappointed to find there were none left. Making his way through the debris, bobbing along in the vacuum, Kellan headed back to the Colossus; with only three men at his tail, the only ones left of his squadron.
Oops. He thought with a smirk as they landed back in the hangar. This wasn't the first time he'd had plenty of casualties in a dogfight, but he didn't particularly care. It was his tactics; in his mind, if you're fighting Rebels, you gotta think like a rebel. And rebels don't particularly stick to flight regulations and orders, so he didn't expect to do the same. A lot of the time, this worked - the rebel fighters didn't expected to see a squadron of Republic fighters scramble randomly in the air and just attack at will. They expected some form of formation, at least at first. They expected reformations after the initial attack, they expected fighters to look after other fighters.
Not in Kellan's mind. If you got attacked, you go down for it; no-one else. He'd followed that rule himself, and had died nearly... hmm. 7 times, he believed, from that sort of thinking. And yet here he was. Because he could survive.
Not his fault the rest couldn't.
"Nice flying today guys." He called out cheerily to his remaining men, who were joining in the cheers from the various others in the hangar. The battle was over, and Kellan needed a drink. He had some bootlegged Batarian Whiskey hidden away in his room that he could crack open. Maybe he could track down that cute Ensign of Vallen's to join him...
Rozalia understood Krios' frantic expression as she glanced at the grate above them. His force concealment as extremely useful in situations like this, when there were no natural shadows to meld with. But it was limited in that you couldn't really do much else when it was on - including using the Force for something else, or fighting.
Thankfully for them, Rozalia could climb anything.
Motioning for him to bend down, she planted her foot on Krios' now lowered-shoulder and hefted herself up towards the ceiling, her hands and feet finding minute handholds in the old, warped metal as she flipped up silently. Clinging to the ceiling, she reached forward and pushed the grate up and along the vent, crawling inside with ease. Putting her head back down, curls dangling over her face, she glanced down the hallway. The Dark JEdi were still approaching, but thankfully, Krios' concealment was still working.
Her torso now hanging down for the vent, she reached out to Krios with her arm, waiting for him to grab on so she could pull him up.
Space over Vondark, Lieutenant Kellan Vos
In Kellan's opinion, the battle was over too soon.
There was nothing much that entertained him more than blowing fighters out of the sky, and he was disappointed to find there were none left. Making his way through the debris, bobbing along in the vacuum, Kellan headed back to the Colossus; with only three men at his tail, the only ones left of his squadron.
Oops. He thought with a smirk as they landed back in the hangar. This wasn't the first time he'd had plenty of casualties in a dogfight, but he didn't particularly care. It was his tactics; in his mind, if you're fighting Rebels, you gotta think like a rebel. And rebels don't particularly stick to flight regulations and orders, so he didn't expect to do the same. A lot of the time, this worked - the rebel fighters didn't expected to see a squadron of Republic fighters scramble randomly in the air and just attack at will. They expected some form of formation, at least at first. They expected reformations after the initial attack, they expected fighters to look after other fighters.
Not in Kellan's mind. If you got attacked, you go down for it; no-one else. He'd followed that rule himself, and had died nearly... hmm. 7 times, he believed, from that sort of thinking. And yet here he was. Because he could survive.
Not his fault the rest couldn't.
"Nice flying today guys." He called out cheerily to his remaining men, who were joining in the cheers from the various others in the hangar. The battle was over, and Kellan needed a drink. He had some bootlegged Batarian Whiskey hidden away in his room that he could crack open. Maybe he could track down that cute Ensign of Vallen's to join him...
Nightingale became painfully aware that nothing was happening outside - but she was certain plenty of things were happening within the station. As opposed to all the officers pouring out, more were going in, guns drawn. Sighing irritably, she swooped back into the station, not bothering to halt her flight as she entered, and headed for Caro's cell.
"Ya see Roze? this is what happens when you take orders from someone else." She thought to herself, a scowl on her face as she passed over various dead bodies. "They get it wrong, and you get left with nothing."
There were two armed policemen stood outside of Caro's cell, pointing their shotguns at her hesitantly as she landed in front of them.
"I've here to relieve you of the scumbag. Get out of here before you run into those mercs." She said sharply, and the two didn't hesitate in high-tailing it along the corridor. Looks like they cared about Caro just as much as she did - not very much.
The gang master looked ready to piss his pants when she entered, slamming shut the metal door behind her and staring at him, narrowed blue eyes piercing his own watery, fear-filled ones. Again, she realized that she wasn't the most recognizable hero out there.
"Don't go filling your tighty-whitey's just yet, dirtbag. I'm here to protect you." She said the last words sourly, turning around and facing the door. If it came to it, she wouldn't let her own life be taken for this.
God, she hated this job.
"Ya see Roze? this is what happens when you take orders from someone else." She thought to herself, a scowl on her face as she passed over various dead bodies. "They get it wrong, and you get left with nothing."
There were two armed policemen stood outside of Caro's cell, pointing their shotguns at her hesitantly as she landed in front of them.
"I've here to relieve you of the scumbag. Get out of here before you run into those mercs." She said sharply, and the two didn't hesitate in high-tailing it along the corridor. Looks like they cared about Caro just as much as she did - not very much.
The gang master looked ready to piss his pants when she entered, slamming shut the metal door behind her and staring at him, narrowed blue eyes piercing his own watery, fear-filled ones. Again, she realized that she wasn't the most recognizable hero out there.
"Don't go filling your tighty-whitey's just yet, dirtbag. I'm here to protect you." She said the last words sourly, turning around and facing the door. If it came to it, she wouldn't let her own life be taken for this.
God, she hated this job.
Oh, I've been neglecting all sorts of RPs this week though - shame on me. :3
Rozalia fell back into silence as she trudged alongside him, contemplating his answer. She supposed it would be nice to never feel cold. But... heat? To her, nothing felt better than a toasty, cosy warmth after a cold day outdoors. In fact, the idea of a fire in the halls of High Hrothgar was simply tantalizing. She wondered how a touch of her skin would feel to him. Would he feel it warmer than others would?
Her silent musings were caught short as she saw a cloud bank ahead. They had passed the ninth station just then - she had noticed a distinct lack of pilgrims this high up. Gritting her teeth as they stepped into it, Vincent without hesitation, Rozalia following somewhat more dubiously. She was right to be - the cloud stuck ice-like water to her face and body, which burned in the intense cold. She couldn't stop the chattering of her teeth now, but pushed through all the same. It was just as cold on the other side, but her breath was taken away, not by the cold, but by the view. Above the clouds, the wind and the snow, the view was simply wondrous. She'd never seen anything like it. The stars shone brightly, and shimmering colours danced across the moons, in a stark contrast to the blanket of deep blue behind it. Walking along with her head tilted up, her foot came into contact with something heavy and metal. Glancing back down, she noticed a fair amount of blood in the snow, and at her feet lay a rather familiar looking helmet. Picking it up and dusting the snow off it, she held it up to Vincent.
"Look! This belonged to that creepy dead guy that passed us earlier." She announced, then glanced at the blood. "D'you think he died?" She questioned, then paused with a frown. "Like, really died."
Her silent musings were caught short as she saw a cloud bank ahead. They had passed the ninth station just then - she had noticed a distinct lack of pilgrims this high up. Gritting her teeth as they stepped into it, Vincent without hesitation, Rozalia following somewhat more dubiously. She was right to be - the cloud stuck ice-like water to her face and body, which burned in the intense cold. She couldn't stop the chattering of her teeth now, but pushed through all the same. It was just as cold on the other side, but her breath was taken away, not by the cold, but by the view. Above the clouds, the wind and the snow, the view was simply wondrous. She'd never seen anything like it. The stars shone brightly, and shimmering colours danced across the moons, in a stark contrast to the blanket of deep blue behind it. Walking along with her head tilted up, her foot came into contact with something heavy and metal. Glancing back down, she noticed a fair amount of blood in the snow, and at her feet lay a rather familiar looking helmet. Picking it up and dusting the snow off it, she held it up to Vincent.
"Look! This belonged to that creepy dead guy that passed us earlier." She announced, then glanced at the blood. "D'you think he died?" She questioned, then paused with a frown. "Like, really died."
Posting now guys - sorry bout the wait.
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