POOHEAD189

God and Country - A low-fantasy renaissance NRP of religion and discovery

So I am going to begin working on this now. What does the current map look like?

Boots on the Ground - A Sci Fi Military RP

I admit, I probably did something wrong. But hopefully this is good.

Neil

Neil "Firestorm" Edwards

Rank: Platoon Sargent + Ranking engineer.

Position: Currently commanding "Firestorm" 9th Platoon III company (Tanks). 9 in all.

Origin: New Friesland (the Slammers take recruits from everywhere but there is a substantial core of Frisians)

Age: 24

Appearance: Of Average build with short dark hair, Neil isn’t exactly the most unique specimen. He is fit but not noticeably so. He isn’t big at all, but he is also not small. He has dark eyes and very dark brown hair, enough to be considered black. He's about 5'10 and 165 pounds.

Service History – Born to a lower class family on a backwater planet, Neil had two big sisters and two loving parents. He grew up going to school, working in the local mech repair shop, and thieving occasionally. When he heard of impending war and the Slammers, he literally had nothing better to do and needed some excitement. He was seen as an exemplary talent and mind, but his drill intructor/staff sergeant's worst nightmare. Seemed odd fate that he rose in the ranks to become one. Has fought for three years and proven his unorthodox methods and daring (sometimes off putting) bravery has its uses.

Perception: Neil is considered eccentric, with a mental disorder no one has been able to pinpoint. He tends to view life as if it's a game, or a fun movie he gets to be apart of. He'll talk and treat people genuinely, when the situation calls for it. But he never acts as if he is in danger, and sometimes he revels in it. He'll joke, make quips, be inappropriate and act like a complete liability. But in truth, he's quick and dangerous, does his job with surprising efficiency and is a fine engineer/tank pilot.

9th Platoon, III Company. 9 Tanks.

Dragon Age: The Black Warden (closed)

<Snipped quote by Eisenhorn>

Goodmorning starshine!

Also @POOHEAD189 just in case you didn't know, Eloen isn't currently with the other group, she's off shooting for a bit.

@Dragonbud

My bad! Thank you.

Should be a fun group, all things considered.

@Eisenhorn

^^^^

Dragon Age: The Black Warden (closed)

The burly Dwarf used a trunk-thick arm to move the tent flap out of his way, grumbling and still nursing a hangover from the night before. Garlenn cleared his throat and hocked a big hunk of something onto the dirt, almost hitting a Tevinter woman's foot. He didn't seem to notice, anyway. The press of refugees were packed tighter than an Elf's ass, but they moved out of his way once his hefted his huge Axe.

Armored and heavy as an anvil, the Warrior waded through the masses, pushing aside anything dumb enough or unwary enough to get the way of this avalanche of a Dwarf. He'd been in Tevinter before, hired to quell a small Qunari incursion, supposedly a forward camp to make a foothold on mainland soil. That didn't end well for them, Garlenn remembered. Of course, his next assignment in Tevinter had some of it's own people getting sliced to ribbons by the Dwarf. Didn't matter, really. They'd both been well paid jobs, and good fights. He wouldn't complain.

This however, was different. Garlenn would truly have fun with this job. Darkspawn filth was something he particularly enjoyed killing, and there seemed to be no end to them in sight. Selfishly, he was glad for this new blight. Gave him plenty of stuff to do and lots of anger to mete out on those hellish bastards. He chuckled at the thought of what was to come as he made his way out of the refugee camp and up the hill towards Mirianne d'Fleur's tent. Some flowery ass name, that was. From what he'd heard she didn't live up to it. He'd just have to see for himself.

Before long he found himself heading straight for four curious figures. An Elf, a Man, a Woman Knight, and a Tevinter. They were all ugly. Then again, that must have been the hangover keeping his mood down. Either way, he didn't care past his initial impression. As long as he got a job. “But who's the weirdly nice on the eyes knight? Or did you steal daddy's armour and decide to go on an adventure? Nope, not that. I can see you separating me from my limbs in your eyes. You really are a knight! Damn, and I thought I was a bad ass youth." he heard the man say. The Dwarf spoke up as he made to their little 'circle.' "Talkin' like ye got nothing to lose, eh? Suren if the lady cuts yer stones off ye'll be right talkative then."

The Lord of the Rings

I will be able to post tomorrow definitely, and tonight perhaps. I hardly got sleep last night however so posting today might make it less than satisfactory, especially since I have other RP's too. But don't worry, tonight or tomorrow.

The Elder Scrolls: Rage of the Waves

@MacroLoved your last post.
#Berich2016

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

@Sigil Dapper Dan, missing my hair net tight spot.

@Lady Amalthea

This caravan is a geographical oddity! TWO WEEKS FROM EVERYWHERE

The Elder Scrolls: Rage of the Waves

*trips over all the posts*

What Are You Listening To?

Land of Confusion

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

Apologies for this taking so long. OK! SO!
I know you said I did not need to add a physical weakness, but I added two more smaller weaknesses to compensate nonetheless. I added in his history why he uses his Axe with two hands. I made the Two handed trait blunt (though I do wish to ask, I know this probably won't fly, but in my head I see him either wielding an axe or large sword, and while Axes are blunt and swords are edged, was wondering if I could forgo blunt/edged and just put Axe/Sword, so he would lose effectivess if using a warhammer, for instance. If not, I'll keep it blunt as is.)
I added that he's begun to have nightmares mysteriously after killing the troll, which would be the Hist calling to him. I switched around the character sheet format thingies I needed to, aaaand to clarify @Dervish about the poisoned arrows, he'd only use that on something attacking him or something he'd kill for the skin only. But I hope my character is to y'alls satisfactory, and I cannot wait to join the RP. Appreciate it, my friends.

Daixanos

Name

Male Argonian | 29 | Warrior Sign

Basic Information

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Birthplace: Gideon, Black Marsh

Appearance: Daixanos is fit and powerfully built for an argonian. His sleek form is curved with cabled muscles. Various spikes and frills frame his long snouted face. The Argonian's skin is ruddy and blood colored, giving him a fierce appearance. He wears Iron armor and iron guantlets, along with sturdy leather breeches and traveling shoes. He tends not to wear a helmet, for it feels unnatural to him and might impede his vision with his bow.



Background: Born within Black Marsh at the base of a Hist Tree as the rest of his kin, his family hailed from Gideon. Dax's parents were tanners, and as the Argonian grew up he would often help around the shop, learning his father's trade. By age 12, want for skins was becoming high, so his father decided to moonlight as a hunter as well, bringing his son along to learn the trade.

By age 16, it was clear that Dax was a natural at hunting, his archery and tracking skills were now surpassing those of his father. He decided to set out on his own, having never left the greater Gideon area before. He traveled northward towards Stormhold to ply his trade. Skreexil the merchant decided to hire him as one of his hunters, giving Daixanos capital for how much the items his kills provided sold for. It was a smooth business for several years until a sizeable Dunmer incursion from the north not only threatened his business but his life.

The Argonians of the North gathered around the Hist trees and drank the sap once more, receiving visions and dreams of fighting back against the invaders, boosting their morale and giving them a sense of purpose for the coming conflict. Daixanos was filled with national loyalty and pride, and together with his fellow Argonians, joined in a successful guerrilla war against the Dunmer forces, even pushing a bit into southern Morrowind before retreating. By the time the skirmishes were done, Dax was 23 years old and found himself victorious but restless.

He decided to travel north east, into the nations of the Landstriders, hunting the local fauna and taking up the occasional bounty for criminals as well. He worked his way up through northern Cyrodiil, selling pelts and catching highwaymen in Cheydinhal and Bruma, until he found himself in Skyrim. By age 25, the Stormcloak/Imperial war was at its climax. At first he did his best to stay out of the politics, hunting Elk mostly. Perhaps he'd bag a Sabrecat or Bear every once in awhile. Dax learned the hardway that such large beasts had thick hides and skeletons. He needed something big to kill them with, so he chose the battle Axe to end fights quickly. He tended to hunt traveling between Markarth and Whiterun. He often stopped to rest at Rorikstead, taking the bounties he could from Mralki.

His policy changed somewhat during an Elk hunt near Whiteshore when he found a small band of Stormcloaks being harried by a giant. With a poisoned arrow, he hit the giant in the small of its back, buying the Stormcloaks an opportunity to hack at it as the giant slowed. He put another arrow in the monster's side, and then joined the stormcloaks as it weakened, finally cleaving the things skull.

They thanked Dax, and offered to share a meal with him. He accepted, after looting the giant of any pelts and items it had on its person (offering to share, but they declined). He learned of the Stormcloak's struggles, which echoed in his own experiences of fighting off oppression. He told them up front he would stay out of the politics, but he would accept particular bounties from them and favored their cause.

As the years progressed, he found smithing his own items and brewing his own poisons was a cheap and effective way to live. He didn't lack for anything and had no problem with hard work. At age 29, he decided he needed something new once again. He heard Dawnstar was particularly rough terrain, and troll pelts and fat might fetch a high price there. He managed to bag one troll as he traveled northward with a poisoned arrow and a flaming brand, though it was the fight of his life. Perhaps it was the troll, but he began to have terrible nightmares of his past and homeland not days before arriving in Dawnstar...

Personality:

Dax is introverted and self sufficient. He's reserved, but when you meet him you'll realize there is a stark difference between being reserved and shy. He's confident in his abilities, and fears very little. His bravery and stoic nature comes from his idealistic view of the Hist and their wisdom. He is connected to his people and nation, and feels as if he is a representation of Black Marsh's strength in the outer world. A natural hunter, he has a dry wit, predator's cunning, and a single minded determination.

Capabilities

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Skills:

• Expert: Archery
• Adept: Two Handed (Axe)
• Adept: Athletics
• Apprentice: Sneak
• Apprentice: Smithing
• Apprentice: Alchemy
• Novice: Language (Jel)
• Novice: Heavy Armor
• Novice: Unarmed

Weaknesses:

• Lack of Tact: Due to his solitary nature, and his main interactions being with his fellow introverted race, Dunmer slavers, frontier Nords, wild beasts, and hardened criminals of different races, he doesn't have much in the way of manners and will speak bluntly, or sometimes not answer at all if he doesn't feel like it.
• Fear of Chains/Bonds: Gets angry at the very idea of he or any Argonian being put into chains/being captured. Will grow increasingly angered and might be more liable to make rash decisions.
• Distrust of Magic: Gets wary and hesitates around magic, even if such spells are cast by allies. It won't hold him back in the end, but could keep him from taking a crucial opportunity due to hesitation.
• Loner: If around non-Argonians long enough (for instance, traveling with a group for days on end without going to scout ahead alone), he will leave for a small bit in order to collect his thoughts and keep his wits about him. Has made friends on his travels, but cannot remain in their company for long due to his introverted personality. Is not effected around his fellow Argonian/Hist brothers, with whom he feels unconditional kinship. If he does not get some space, he will become agitated and probably will grow unable to speak without effort.

Relations and Affiliations: Family back in Black Marsh. Skreexil the Merchant in Stormhold. Argonian Guerilla fighters. Whiterun Stormcloaks, Rorikstead townsfolk, Shopkeeps of Markarth and Whiterun.

Spells: N/A

Combat Style: Daixanos tends to scout out the correct terrain and right vantage point to strike with his bow. He then whittles the enemy down until he can close in with his Axe. If that is not possible, he will still attempt to use his bow until forced into melee, for it was what his father taught him. If not, he won't shy away from meeting a foe head to head with the Axe or claws. In fact sometimes he prefers it if particularly irked. He simply prefers a clean kill with little to no error, and he was used to such tactics.

Other Capabilities:

• Argonian abilities: Racial traits of limited regeneration, disease resilience, and underwater breathing.
• Skinner: Can successfully skin a beast.
• Trap maker: Can build snares and pitfalls, if given time.
• Tracker: Can find trails of people/beasts under fine conditions.

Inventory

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Cash: 189 septums

Tools and Crafting Materials:
3 stalks of Nightshade
3 pounds of Venison
Fine Iron Dagger: Can be used in combat, but is mainly used for skinning.

Clothing and Armor:
Linen shirt, Leather Breeches, Iron Armor, Nordic Guantlets, Nordic Bracers.
Weapon and Ammunition: 32 iron Arrows. Fine Hunting Bow. Iron BattleAxe. Fine Iron Dagger

Potion and Arcane Supplies:
3 Healing Potions
4 Poison potions
Troll fat
Jewelry, Valuables and Personal Belongings:
Amethyst locket given to him by his father.
Books and Documents:
Bounty Ledger
Food, Drinks and Ingredients:

3 pounds of Elk Jerky. Water flask.
Load Bearing Equipment:
Coin Pouch, small travel bag on left hip and skins bag on right.
Other:

@gcold