Pirouette

Skyrim: Dragonsbane

Leos Klien said
Also glad to have you back Pirouette!Can't wait to see you in action.Also.How was everyone's holidays?

Thanks! I'm glad to be back in action!

Skyrim: Dragonsbane

In my five month absence, I write today to state my disappointment in the lack of success my search has gone. My last lead ended when I visited the accursed Dwemer ruin of Mzulft. Although many trials were presented and several times I almost lost my life, I managed to reach the Oculory device housed within. To my sorrow, I discovered it needed a sort of spherical key to power the machine and despite an exhaustive search, the key was not present in Mzuflt nor any clue as to its whereabouts. Curse Sai for abandoning me now when I had to be so close to any sort of progress. He has not spoken to me since I left and I feel his presence has vacated. I am now left to wander and even doubt any success I may have in my venture.

Auri-El bless me for I am driven to madness in my everlasting loneliness.

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Faire's evening camp was based just on the Southern edge of some volcanic hot springs.The smell of campfires were alarming as there were other camps in the area but the temptation of volcanic springs therapy was a great motivator for her to set up camp. Her journal entry was brief and she quickly removed her clothing to begin a long session of therapy in the comfortably hot waters.

Writing such depressing words and the comfort of the water suddenly caused a flow of exhaustion to sweep of Faire's person. Thankfully it dulled the onslaught of sadness that welled up inside of her. After this journal entry, Faire agreed with herself that this might have been the lowest point in her long, long life. She was without a purpose outside of locating a very small object in this vast world. What was the point of living if she felt like, and very well could be, the last of her kind? Some type of novelty or trinket for people to stare at? A research vessel for scholars to sedate their curiosity? All of that meaningless to the person of Faire. She had greater ambition and talent to see herself fall to that. Her life meant something greater than that and she often told herself that at her lowest moments.

Faire continued to pep herself up from her slumbering depression well into the sun's departure from the sky and eventually into sleep... Only to to disturbed by the slightest of odd movements some time later.

Faire gently opened her eyes as she listened in quietly. No sudden movements were taken as Faire was essentially invisible this late at night lying in the steam and water. She had fallen asleep with no fire and her gear rolled up in her cloak, far away from any foot traffic. Thankfully she was a light sleeper for such an occasion as this. Faire listened as the mumble of conversation slowly became more audible.

"-ing back, ...beli- ...-ine... collapse a- ... sudden like that! It was absolutely terrifying to see the room next to me buried in rubble!" Faire watched as two tall men came into view, just at the foot of the hill Faire was camping at. The men pressed on up and for a second, Faire considered moving but the two men were too preoccupied with the conversation to notice the naked body of Faire lying just within the small spring they passed. The other man chimed in as they had just passed Faire. "Did it kill anyone?" The man from before answered. "Yea. I think it claimed a poor Dunmer lad who was nestled in that section of the mine pretty good. Some arm-..ed guy go-...t...-ough..."

Their conversation carried on but it was mostly mumbles after that. Those two were heading in the direction of the springs, probably to relieve the stress of almost dying in a mine collapse. As to why they didn't stop, Faire had no idea. Maybe a preferred spring? She didn't care past an absent speculation, though. Instead she worried about getting the Nine Divines out of there! The notion that those two could have witnessed Faire in the nude... But those two probably were not the only ones headed towards the springs or around the springs area after the mine collapse. As soon as the mumbles faded into the hissing of steam, Faire scrambled to clothe herself.

Once she did, Faire progressed in a Westward direction for awhile but she was tired, and psychologically she was distracted. She failed to run the same checks and balances that she usually traveled which were silencing her footsteps and detecting lifeforms with her Illusion and Alteration magic, respectively. She had also forgotten to reapply some type of face paint to hide her true skin color and instead, her faced dripped with sweat clearing portions of the dark chalky streaks of charcoal.

In a momentary daze of being lost in her thoughts, she didn't recognize the flicker of a campfire that just peaked around a rock formation. As she rounded the corner, a whole camp came into view that was only about ten meters away from where she had been standing. It was a mixed bunch of races but Faire didn't notice any details as she quickly skipped back behind the rock formation that had blocked the campsite from her point of view in the first place. She took a deep breath, listening to see if her presence had been noticed or not.

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MiddleEarthRoze said
God, that character is amazing! You can go ahead and start whenever - I can't wait to see her in action. I can think of a certain cheeky imperial of mine who'll like Faire a lot. :)

Oh thank you so much!

I'm traveling for the holidays right now but I'll be home tonight. So maybe tomorrow I'll post?

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ManoftheNorth said
I approve the charater, but there is still Roze and Leos' votes, which I doubt they will disagree with me. The lore is alright, the character is really well-designed, and the over-all character will be a lovely addition. (You also get +1 Points from me for using the D&D Class Arcane Archer, as well as +1 Points for using an animal skin as a cloak/coat like my character is using as well. ^^)

Thanks! At the time I had forgotten what to call a spell wielding archer but a trip to D&D resources helped.

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Delta1038 said
@Pirouette: Quite interesting read and I don't mean it in a sarcastic way. Hell not only you went with the "famous" person backstory and make it work as to why no one has heard of her, you more or less got the math right at about 4k or so years since the Night of Tears so nice touch. But it's not my call.P.S Is that original art or you legally borrowed it from someone?

Well thank you! There isn't much information compiled on Snow Elves (as it should be) so something simple as a title of Big Game Hunter wouldn't have lasted beyond a hundred years. It's purpose is two-fold, however, as I needed some way to draw a reclusive character out their own pursuits and chase after the common goal of dragon slaying, because let's face it any big game hunter loves a challenge.

But yea I wanted to play someone obscure but also fun! There is a whole lot of things at play when a character's race has pretty much been extinct for less than 4000 years.

And this beautiful piece is not mine but rather a talented artist's commission.
http://www.deviantart.com/art/Skyrim-Last-of-the-Snow-Elves-278496279

Fullest compliments to the artist for it.

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At long last, this CS will see the light of day! Let me know if there are any problems.

Faire

Name: Faire Agarwen
Age: Approximately 4000 years
Race: Snow Elf (Falmer is considered insulting.
Class: Arcane Archer (wielder of a bow and spells, primarily Alteration)



Personality: Cold, short, distant. Hatred stews underneath knowing that everyone she has ever known was butchered in masses by Nordic scum and the traitorous Dwemer. For millennia, Faire sat in seclusion, dwelling upon the past did really do a number on her psychologically. She has an incredibly hard time trusting anyone, even though she has never had the chance. She just avoids people in general, especially Nords and the other Atmoran Races (Imperial, Breton, Redguard), due to the troubled past. However, she hates none more than a Nord (despite the fact her race started it), and would willing compromise her identity to silence a particularly ignorant one.

She wasn't all hate. In her early years, she was well known to have been a cheerful individual who was a diehard romantic. She loved the idea of a true love story and the quickest way to her heart included the sappiest of poems and a bouquet of flowers. That was a long time ago and now she was different. Hardened but is someone who is very lonely. There has been no one in her life outside of her deities for over 4000 years. She does crave the warmth of friend and family but as no luck so far.

Bio: Four thousand years ago, Faire was a famous big game hunter in Skyrim. Her popularity opened up the possibility of freelance work so Faire went from town to town, killing nasty creatures who would terrorize a town and whatnot. It was a thrilling lifestyle and Faire could double as an entertaining guest in any hold. Not only entertaining but some Snow Elf nobility and even one Nordic Jarl had the opportunity to experience her “afterhours”. Some used that against her and often brought it up, nicknaming her “Faire Game”. She hated it but didn’t let it show most times.

Eventually war with the Nords happened and Faire was drafted into the military as things began getting desperate. She was there fighting alongside the historic “Snow Prince” before he perished in the Battle of Moesring. During the Snow Elven rout, Faire managed to run ahead of her kin as they were eradicated by the pursuing Nords. She made it just in time to have an encounter with the god of Luck, Sai. Despite not being an Elven deity, he offered Faire sanctuary from the pursuing Nords. Hesitantly, she took it fearing the consequences of siding with a “false” god.

Sai had a secret alter devoted to himself built within a nearby mountain. It was often overlooked and only the most devote of priests knew of its location. For Faire’s safety and well-being, Sai commanded priests to deliver supplies under the guise of an offering to the location but they really were for Faire as she hid in shadows. For nearly four thousand years she lived like that. Hiding. During that time, she became rather loyal to Sai as he was really the only one who communicated with her at that point. She remained faithful to her deities, though.

So Faire lived on. Throughout the many years, Sai taught her how to tap into her magical strength better, he kept her in the loop on major current events, and she honed her craft on archery and fetching (it wouldn't be good to get rusty). Her long life was due to either Sai or Auri-El, she couldn’t be sure, but she survived to this day. But now she wanted to see the world again, so despite Sai’s warning, she left in search of her kin. Sai did say it was possible others survived but he played not a part in their safety. Regardless, she couldn’t live inside that mountain forever. She had to leave.

When she left, she always kept herself cloaked and disguised, cloak covering her body, charcoal rubbed on her face to hide the paleness, etc. Revealing her true identity would attract attention and who knows how people would react when they realized a Snow Elf was still alive. So she ditched some of the military gear she had and instead stole a new bow from a Nord and did what she did best. Hunted. She lived minimally as she wandered town to town, trying to pick up a lead on anything. The College of Winterhold was her last destination but it proved barren of information on Snow Elves. There just wasn’t a lead and now as Faire was writing her closing thoughts on today’s journal entry, she swear she just saw a dragon fly overhead. Dragons are still around?

Equipment: Faire’s weaponry includes a steel bow in hand, a quiver of arrows (26 Iron, 6 Elven, 1 Daedric) on her back, and her unique Snow Elven dagger sheathed on her belt. Faire’s armor is a bit unique as well. She keeps herself cloaked in a massive polar bear skin, which includes a hood made out of the head. Extra items are wrapped in a deerskin pouch that she carries and it includes a journal wrapped in linen, two dry loaves of bread and bits of salted game, and a case containing ink and a quill. Lastly, her belt dangles a few items and they are a small tin of salt, a leather waterskin, and a second knife in a sheath for fletching and cleaning kills

Other: ((Any extra information you'd like to add.))

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Aphelion said
@Charak Lol you caught a tangela? XD I just got Alpha Sapphire and a new 3DS XL for christmas~ So happyyyyyy.

ORAS is so terrific that I'm spoiled. Sooo many legendries and Pokémon that I don't have. I would like it to be harder though but I guess that's what I get for transferring Pokémon up. :/

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DimCarcosa said
Oh hey, I'm back. Unfortunately, there's been a problem. Not threatening to the RP but it's still a pretty big inconvenience for me: Half of my laptop's monitor is busted, so I have to send it back for repairs. Thankfully I still have a working computer, except the monitor is even more busted and it has to be hooked up to my television to work. Things will be pretty slow for a while, but expect the IC really soon, hopefully before new years. Anyways, merry belated Christmas for everyone. Pirouette, character's accepted.

Thanks!

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Millicent Cheviot

Username: Pirouette



Name: Lady Millicent "Milly" of House Cheviot
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Allegiance: Lugere
Weapon: Milly usually arms herself with two short tempered blades. One has a very dull edge and serves multiple purposes such as non-lethal dueling/sparring and protection in combat. The second blade is a very fine, sharpened blade serving only one grim purpose. Milly isn't the type that enjoys killing but in self-defense she has no problem with taking a life.

Appearance: Milly is not the best example of noble fashion. Instead she dresses rather plainly, and more specifically, like an off-duty knight. Her hair is usually tied up in a simple bun to prevent distraction in her hobbies. Her clothes are nice and definitely tailored but they aren't flashy and usually a bit dirty. Sometimes she wears a padded leather jacket with a small emblem right over her breast, adorning the Cheviot House Sigil, a black sixteenth note crossed with a sixteenth rest on a light blue background.

Personality: Milly is, as you can imagine, a bit tom-boyish. She explains it as her dislike for the refined elegance of nobility rather than her desire to appear "manly." Nobility just seems like an excuse to be distant from everybody else. There isn't an opportunity to learn how the world really is by just sitting around in concert halls or manors. It is a suspension of reality by living in nobility and Milly doesn't like the idea of being delusion to the world. She doesn't outright hate it, in fact, she is grateful that she isn't forced to work for a shitty life. She knows she has had it good but in her words, "noble people suck". It was really all the people that turned her away from the posh life of nobility and not the nobility itself. This is best summed up by her name. Millicent is a rather refined title and she loves her name but the people that really know her cut out all the "Lady Millicent" crap and call her "Milly".

Outside of that, you'd probably find Milly to be a bit distant, no sense of humor, and seemingly mad at something when you first meet her. Eventually that coldness warms up and she doesn't not really care who you are. Poor or rich, morph or no.

Biography: House Cheviot is semi-major hold in the Lurere continent but not for the reasons you'd expect. This house never lead any crusades or was the deciding factor in any battle, but rather, this house was always famed for its ability to schmooze and entertain greater lords. Generations of great musicians, dancers, and actors all helped build the Cheviot family up by charging ludicrous amounts for their services but some Houses were willing to pay that price. Finance turned into power which lead to the purchasing of land, therefore expanding the power of the family. Since the beginning, children of the House were to always learn a trade of the fine arts. They got to choose but as long as they mastered something. Millicent chose to master dueling, much to the dismay of her parents.

Dueling wasn't necessarily a fine art but historically, the Cheviots had some great fencers and duelists so it was an allowable selection according to the family tradition. Millicent's parents were not too pleased because being the firstborn, it unofficially meant that you had to a real class act and for a time, Millicent's parents did not believe that Milly could learn how to be a real lady by dueling. Gender roles weren't as strict as some alternate dimensions but they still existed. A lady shouldn't be fighting but Millicent did and she won. It was by winning that her parent's began to sort of accept it.

As it turns out, it was a great spectacle to see a woman duelist beat male duelists. Winning didn't happen all the time but the fact that Milly could beat just about anybody at anytime only helped other lords and ladies to respect the Cheviot name. So until Milly's parents pass and she is required to return to rule the house, she will just keep on wandering the world, challenging any lord or lady who wishes to fight. And it wasn't just her fighting, eventually Milly allowed challenges for Mel to face a lord's or lady's Pokémon.
Other:

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Pokémon: Meloetta



Nickname: Mel (Only Millicent uses the name)
Species: Meloetta
Moveset: Relic Song, Psychic, Close Combat, Safeguard
Ability: Serene Grace

Appearance: Mel has always been spared of wearing clothes. Even her natural appearance gives off the impression she is wearing clothes so it was never deemed necessary.

Mel is a bit uptight and pretentious, even refusing to interact with people of perceived low-birth. She (for the sake of pronoun usage) loves attention, compliments, and the chance to perform but will almost always deny a peasant's request. Millicent has slowly made an impact on Mel, opening her up to the world. She isn't outright repulsed by commoners but her unease is noticeable. One would presume Mel would dislike Millicent greatly but deep down, Milly knew Mel would like the attention and adoration that commoners give her.

One other thing Millicent has been doing for Mel and that is combat training. Mel was always used for performances of dance and song for nobility and never for combat. Mel was a showcase of class and as the firstborn female, Meloetta was usually trusted with the firstborn in hopes of teaching the first born how to sing and dance like a proper lady. Well Millicent learned how to sing and dance pretty darn well but in return, Milly taught Mel how to fight proper, using her own experience in training and the House's Trainer for advice.

Despite Mel's better attitude, she still hates Morphs as she believes them to be unnatural. Physically she can sense them, too.

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Addendum:

Meloetta has two forms and can change form by using Relic Song. After a time she'll change back into her original form, Aria Form, which is pictured above. The second form, Pirouette Form is this here:

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Hey sorry it took me so long to reappear. The website's health has been a big part of that.