@HalfofLancelot @Undine Reserving Queen Elsa, if no-one else has snatched her up. :) Also may consider a second character, but thinking it through first. :)
EDIT: Oooh, reserving Hansel for sure.
EDIT: Oooh, reserving Hansel for sure.
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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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Pepsi Max ftw!!!
8 yrs ago
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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The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention
The Elder Scrolls: Oblivion - Crimson Skies (GM)
Escaping the Blight (1x1)
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@Frizan
Could do a collab with him and Roze if you want - I'm planning on having her accost Farid in some manner after his despicable behaviour to Sagax in the Falmer cave, if that's okay with the GM's, and we could throw that in there somewhere. Maybe smack Farid upside the head or something with her bow. XD
As for Rhasha, anyone is welcome to a collab with the kitty-cat. He doesn't bite. :3
Could do a collab with him and Roze if you want - I'm planning on having her accost Farid in some manner after his despicable behaviour to Sagax in the Falmer cave, if that's okay with the GM's, and we could throw that in there somewhere. Maybe smack Farid upside the head or something with her bow. XD
As for Rhasha, anyone is welcome to a collab with the kitty-cat. He doesn't bite. :3
@Roosan
Reporting for duty Captain! And may I say, the mission parameters are looking mighty interesting! XD
Reporting for duty Captain! And may I say, the mission parameters are looking mighty interesting! XD
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Roze's opinions are all done, barring the excellent individuals at Dawnstar she has yet to meet. Rhasha'Dar's are nearly completed.
Oh, I almost forgot! Are we doing pets? If so, are they the standard four, or not necessarily?
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<Snipped quote by MacabreFox>
Don't worry, as soon as the opportunity presents itself, a special someone is going to be joining up with the company.
She's really friendly. I'm sure she and Roze will get along super well.
*gasp*
ohmigosh is it Piper? It's Piper isn't it!!!
In other news, I have finally done my post! Sorry again for the wait, but at least it's done and not half-assed. I'm also going to update Roze and Rhasha's CS's. Maybe finally get those opinion sheets done, aannnddd, give Rozie some medical knowledge!
Sagax and Leif, Doctor Éathliel will see you now - our resident expert on arrow wounds! XD
EDIT:
Okay, a bit late to the bear jokes, but I have the perfect one:
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"Oh, not good. Definitely not good." Those were the best thoughts Roze could collect as she scrambled around in the dark. Her bow - where was her bow?!
She couldn't believe she'd lost it; but the second they'd found the cave, Roze had thrown both herself and all she could carry to the floor in exhaustion. For a small woman like herself, trudging through blizzards and high snow drifts wasn't the easiest thing in the world to do, even with Sebastian helping her along. But before she could even close her eyes, the commotion from further in the cave reached her ears, and suddenly everyone was springing to arms once more. Roze's precious bow had gotten away from her somehow, or at least, she failed to see it in the dark corners of the cave.
"Ah, fuck it! Sebastian, light this up for me." Springing to her feet, Roze sprinted forward, getting the attention of her friend, who was currently flinging fireballs at the offending creatures. In her hand was a small pot, filled to nearly the brim with oil.
Ever since leaving home, Roze had attempted to keep something of a flammable nature on her; without fail, she always had her tinderbox, but as often as she could, she kept some kind of oil. It always came in handy, either to use offensively, defensively, or simply to light the way when all but darkness is around you. Now, following the events of Windhelm, she'd misplaced her little pot (A good thing too, really; if she'd had it on her when she and Sagax blew the Kamal ship to Oblivion, she'd be naught but a burned crisp.). However, what with their recent skirmish with the Armigers, the Dunmer had left behind more than enough supplies, including oil for lanterns and such. Naturally, a small girl like herself wasn't going to find use in the heavy bonemold armour or hefty swords - although trying on one of the abandoned bonemold helmets for a laugh, which she received for how the over-sized thing bobbed about on her head comically. So, that was left avoided; what she did pick up however, was oil. And some more alcoholic substances, but no-one would need to hear about that just yet.
Flinging the small pot as hard as she could manage, Roze watched on as it sailed over the heads of her comrades, landing far enough towards the back of the fray to avoid any friendly fire - with Sebastian launching another fireball towards it, one or two Falmer shrieked as the oil ignited on their skin, the rest of them trying to avoid the flames which had spread on the floor. There was not much fire, as there hadn't been much oil - but hopefully it had distracted the foul beasts. As the flickering flames lit up the cave, a familiar glinting caught Roze's eyes; her bow, nestled between two rocks beneath her.
Although sorely tempted to, she did not embrace and kiss her weapon, and instead knocked an arrow; running her fingers along the shaft until the familiar sensation of the fletch hit her fingertips. This would be the first time she'd used the bow since Windhelm; Roze sorely hoped her injury hadn't affected her skill too much. Otherwise, what good would she be? Running forward and finding a sloped outcrop of rock, she steadied herself there; not too far from the injured Leif and Sagax, and the bellowing Sevine, Roze inhaled slowly as she drew back the drawstring.
As she had already anticipated, the muscles in her shoulder were not cooperating fully with her, sending stiff spasms of irritation down her arm as she tensed the joint. Left hand clenched tightly on the grip, the petite thief found her mark - one of the Falmer, the blind bastard knocking it's own arrow and aiming it in her general direction. It could hit any one of her friends, with two of them already injured. Would she allow it?
Would she hell.
Roze exhaled as she loosened her right hand's grip on the string, and the arrow whistled forward, burying itself deep in the throat of the Falmer archer - a sense of mingled relief and satisfaction fled through Roze as her enemy hit the floor with a gurgling screech, choking on it's own filthy blood, bow and arrow lain discarded at it's side. Her foe was dead... and her shoulder was holding up just fine. Darting a quick smile to Sagax and Leif below her, Roze knocked another arrow.
"Don't you boys worry - us women will protect you." She said with a low chuckle, directing a cheeky wink at Sevine before pulling back her bowstring again.
While Rhasha'Dar disliked snowstorms and blizzards, he disliked Falmer even more - even though this was the very first time he had even seen the beasts.
Naturally, when travelling through Skyrim, one cannot avoid tales involving the Falmer and their Chaurus. Although the native Nords also told stories of Werebears, Fairies and other ridiculous - and mythical - beasts, the Falmer were all too real and dangerous. More than once his caravan had happened across poor refugees in the roads; innocent farmers, fleeing from the homes after a midnight raid by the creatures, lucky to have their lives; Hunters, peppered with arrows and poison for they stalked their prey too close to a Falmer cave; even children were not safe among the beasts, as it was no secret that bairns went missing among the mountains and hills after straying too far from their parent's encampments.
Yes, they were truly cruel, and their appearance were all the more monstrous than the stories told. Rhasha almost wished he'd left the cave rather than set his eyes upon them.
When the call for aid had gone up, he had been sat at the mouth of the cave, away from the others. The past few days, he'd attempted to avoid contact with everyone, although he himself was unsure why. Was he ashamed of his Sister? Or just ashamed to be related to her? He did not feel this way - consciously, at the very least - but he was most uncomfortable in the knowledge that everyone in the group, including those he considered as friends, knew about La'Dansharr. What it was, after a few days of silent contemplation in the snow helped him realise, was that he thought he had lost trust. While the Cat-Kicker hadn't confronted him about it as Rhasha had fully believed he would (Although, perhaps the man was just occupied with poor Sadri; as far as Rhasha knew, Dumhuvud could have been ready to skin him alive before the Falmer showed up.), the looks of animosity from him and others in the group did not go unnoticed. It was hard, for a Khajiit in Skyrim, to gain any notion of respect. After perhaps a fortnight or so with the mercenary outfit, healing their wounds, giving them potions, fighting alongside them, he believed they could trust him. And now? Perhaps not.
There was also the issue of the the information from the Armigers, the letters the Dark Brotherhood had given him. Rhasha had no idea what to do with it - surely, giving it to Ashav when they got back to Dawnstar was the best option? Or did this "Listener" want him to do something else with it?
Either way, both issues in his mind were forgotten as the battle went underway - war-axes in hand, Rhasha'Dar had joined the others in the fray, hacking at whatever pale, foul skin, or hard scales he could. Regardless of how the group felt about him, or how far they trusted him now, the Khajiit refused to abandon them at the hands of these monsters.
Finding his place beside Keegan, Rhasha launched himself at the Chaurus as the flung torchflames made it rear up in pain. The blade of his axe glided through the soft underbelly of the over-sized insect, unfamiliar and repulsive organs and blood slipping from the wound as it fell onto it's side, writhing in agony before Rhasha landed his killing blow; axe landing with a disgusting "splurch" noise in what he assumed was it's heart.
As the writhing came to a stop, Rhasha's nose crinkled in disgust as the foul odour of the blood spattered across his fur made it's way to his smell receptors.
"This one hopes you got your soul - although he is somewhat curious in what you plan to do with it." Rhasha mentioned to Keegan, motioning towards the soul gem with his one of his axes... which definitely needed cleaning. "By Azurah, I've smelt potions less potent than that stench." He thought to himself, stepping away from the stinking carcass of the Chaurus, and ready his axes for his next foe.
She couldn't believe she'd lost it; but the second they'd found the cave, Roze had thrown both herself and all she could carry to the floor in exhaustion. For a small woman like herself, trudging through blizzards and high snow drifts wasn't the easiest thing in the world to do, even with Sebastian helping her along. But before she could even close her eyes, the commotion from further in the cave reached her ears, and suddenly everyone was springing to arms once more. Roze's precious bow had gotten away from her somehow, or at least, she failed to see it in the dark corners of the cave.
"Ah, fuck it! Sebastian, light this up for me." Springing to her feet, Roze sprinted forward, getting the attention of her friend, who was currently flinging fireballs at the offending creatures. In her hand was a small pot, filled to nearly the brim with oil.
Ever since leaving home, Roze had attempted to keep something of a flammable nature on her; without fail, she always had her tinderbox, but as often as she could, she kept some kind of oil. It always came in handy, either to use offensively, defensively, or simply to light the way when all but darkness is around you. Now, following the events of Windhelm, she'd misplaced her little pot (A good thing too, really; if she'd had it on her when she and Sagax blew the Kamal ship to Oblivion, she'd be naught but a burned crisp.). However, what with their recent skirmish with the Armigers, the Dunmer had left behind more than enough supplies, including oil for lanterns and such. Naturally, a small girl like herself wasn't going to find use in the heavy bonemold armour or hefty swords - although trying on one of the abandoned bonemold helmets for a laugh, which she received for how the over-sized thing bobbed about on her head comically. So, that was left avoided; what she did pick up however, was oil. And some more alcoholic substances, but no-one would need to hear about that just yet.
Flinging the small pot as hard as she could manage, Roze watched on as it sailed over the heads of her comrades, landing far enough towards the back of the fray to avoid any friendly fire - with Sebastian launching another fireball towards it, one or two Falmer shrieked as the oil ignited on their skin, the rest of them trying to avoid the flames which had spread on the floor. There was not much fire, as there hadn't been much oil - but hopefully it had distracted the foul beasts. As the flickering flames lit up the cave, a familiar glinting caught Roze's eyes; her bow, nestled between two rocks beneath her.
Although sorely tempted to, she did not embrace and kiss her weapon, and instead knocked an arrow; running her fingers along the shaft until the familiar sensation of the fletch hit her fingertips. This would be the first time she'd used the bow since Windhelm; Roze sorely hoped her injury hadn't affected her skill too much. Otherwise, what good would she be? Running forward and finding a sloped outcrop of rock, she steadied herself there; not too far from the injured Leif and Sagax, and the bellowing Sevine, Roze inhaled slowly as she drew back the drawstring.
As she had already anticipated, the muscles in her shoulder were not cooperating fully with her, sending stiff spasms of irritation down her arm as she tensed the joint. Left hand clenched tightly on the grip, the petite thief found her mark - one of the Falmer, the blind bastard knocking it's own arrow and aiming it in her general direction. It could hit any one of her friends, with two of them already injured. Would she allow it?
Would she hell.
Roze exhaled as she loosened her right hand's grip on the string, and the arrow whistled forward, burying itself deep in the throat of the Falmer archer - a sense of mingled relief and satisfaction fled through Roze as her enemy hit the floor with a gurgling screech, choking on it's own filthy blood, bow and arrow lain discarded at it's side. Her foe was dead... and her shoulder was holding up just fine. Darting a quick smile to Sagax and Leif below her, Roze knocked another arrow.
"Don't you boys worry - us women will protect you." She said with a low chuckle, directing a cheeky wink at Sevine before pulling back her bowstring again.
While Rhasha'Dar disliked snowstorms and blizzards, he disliked Falmer even more - even though this was the very first time he had even seen the beasts.
Naturally, when travelling through Skyrim, one cannot avoid tales involving the Falmer and their Chaurus. Although the native Nords also told stories of Werebears, Fairies and other ridiculous - and mythical - beasts, the Falmer were all too real and dangerous. More than once his caravan had happened across poor refugees in the roads; innocent farmers, fleeing from the homes after a midnight raid by the creatures, lucky to have their lives; Hunters, peppered with arrows and poison for they stalked their prey too close to a Falmer cave; even children were not safe among the beasts, as it was no secret that bairns went missing among the mountains and hills after straying too far from their parent's encampments.
Yes, they were truly cruel, and their appearance were all the more monstrous than the stories told. Rhasha almost wished he'd left the cave rather than set his eyes upon them.
When the call for aid had gone up, he had been sat at the mouth of the cave, away from the others. The past few days, he'd attempted to avoid contact with everyone, although he himself was unsure why. Was he ashamed of his Sister? Or just ashamed to be related to her? He did not feel this way - consciously, at the very least - but he was most uncomfortable in the knowledge that everyone in the group, including those he considered as friends, knew about La'Dansharr. What it was, after a few days of silent contemplation in the snow helped him realise, was that he thought he had lost trust. While the Cat-Kicker hadn't confronted him about it as Rhasha had fully believed he would (Although, perhaps the man was just occupied with poor Sadri; as far as Rhasha knew, Dumhuvud could have been ready to skin him alive before the Falmer showed up.), the looks of animosity from him and others in the group did not go unnoticed. It was hard, for a Khajiit in Skyrim, to gain any notion of respect. After perhaps a fortnight or so with the mercenary outfit, healing their wounds, giving them potions, fighting alongside them, he believed they could trust him. And now? Perhaps not.
There was also the issue of the the information from the Armigers, the letters the Dark Brotherhood had given him. Rhasha had no idea what to do with it - surely, giving it to Ashav when they got back to Dawnstar was the best option? Or did this "Listener" want him to do something else with it?
Either way, both issues in his mind were forgotten as the battle went underway - war-axes in hand, Rhasha'Dar had joined the others in the fray, hacking at whatever pale, foul skin, or hard scales he could. Regardless of how the group felt about him, or how far they trusted him now, the Khajiit refused to abandon them at the hands of these monsters.
Finding his place beside Keegan, Rhasha launched himself at the Chaurus as the flung torchflames made it rear up in pain. The blade of his axe glided through the soft underbelly of the over-sized insect, unfamiliar and repulsive organs and blood slipping from the wound as it fell onto it's side, writhing in agony before Rhasha landed his killing blow; axe landing with a disgusting "splurch" noise in what he assumed was it's heart.
As the writhing came to a stop, Rhasha's nose crinkled in disgust as the foul odour of the blood spattered across his fur made it's way to his smell receptors.
"This one hopes you got your soul - although he is somewhat curious in what you plan to do with it." Rhasha mentioned to Keegan, motioning towards the soul gem with his one of his axes... which definitely needed cleaning. "By Azurah, I've smelt potions less potent than that stench." He thought to himself, stepping away from the stinking carcass of the Chaurus, and ready his axes for his next foe.
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Alright! Updated Sevine's inventory, changed her picture, and edited the Opinion's section. Other minor edits are throughout the CS as well, mostly rephrased or spelling errors.
EDIT: Just noticed... we have 4 women, and 10 men. Starting to become a sausage fest in here, y'all.
EDIT EDIT: And that Roze is the baby of the group. :3
I like to think she's the female Skyrim version of this awesome lil' bastard:
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