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Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Sorry about the delay. Some people are taking awhile and I have been quite busy. How is everyone though, btw? :0

Star Wars: Empire of Glass

@Gcold

• Added his casual clothes and how he moves in the appearance section. I also added a secondary picture with his face.
• Went into detail on his rebellion campaigns, and how he defeated a Mandalorian Bounty Hunter and received his armor.
• Gave him an extra flaw.
• Explained how he was added to the Scarlet Moons

The Elder Scrolls: Days of Night

When I log off Mordhau to post in this RP

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The Elder Scrolls: Days of Night

He's not all purtied up, but I wanted to post the sheet so it could at least be approved before I go full aesthetic.

Bare-Fisted Monk

Name: Beren "Dragonfist" Charathon
Race: Imperial
Age: 22
Birthsign:
Family Origins: Small Community near Leyawiin in the Blackwood

Appearance: Beren's most noticable features are his dark, chocolate eyes and tan skin. He has long legs and powerful arms, standing an inch shy of six feet in height, with a lean but muscled physique. Broad shouldered and trim, he cuts a statuesque figure. His face is youthful, giving him a look of someone a few years his junior. With kind eyes that hold an inner energy to them, he seems both gentle and dangerous at the same time. His scars, most noticeably the scar on his left cheek and the large one along his abdomen, give him a bit of a rugged look. He wears a crimson vest with brown, loose fitting trousers, his vest over a dark brown undershirt with a navy sash belt tucked around his waist. His boots are travel fit, and he wears a silver necklace of Akatosh underneath his clothes that his father gave him.

Beren moves in an easy manner when in the presence of friends or in public, though he leaps like a hunting cat and can sprint powerfully when he needs to. However, generally, he has a very nonchalant way about him. Beren has a self confidence that few could match and it shows in his stride. Though the self confidence quickly dissolves when it comes to any sort of flirtation. Not only is he unused to it, but he also has painful memories as well. Both work in concert to make him a complete dork when he has the wits about him to realize someone is interested in him. Despite this, he has a heroic disposition and a near sadistic enjoyment about of combat. Ever since he was young, he knew, or at least believed, that he had the heart of an adventurer. But now that he has the physique, he enjoys using it. However, he also has a gentleness to his heart, and he sometimes moves almost too slowly if he's holding something he even perceives as delicate, so he doesn't hurt it. He never forgets what he left home for, to fight for people who could not fight for themselves.

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Personality: Beren has a kind heart and an infectious smile. Many adventurers have learned through their journeys that he is a fast friend and a fearsome enemy. One does not need to be vulnerable to be nice, he learned long ago. He has a quick wit and sharp mind, but sometimes he is too stubborn to use it. Beren loves animals, and tends to help the under dog or people who are ridiculed (he used to be one). He thinks deeply and feels deeply, but has a dry wit and a fine sense of humor. He gained it young, getting much of it from his parents, particularly his father. However he also learned a lesson by himself, that if you don't laugh at the world's grim nature, you'll cry, and it takes much for him to cry. Though when he does, he does in earnest.

Despite his youth, he has an old soul, and he enjoys reading and learning of new cultures when not busy with other, more physical activities. Many find him easy going, but underneath his casual demeanor is a man who will do what it takes to keep to his personal code of honor. Perhaps he is too young, or he hasn't seen enough of the world to be as open minded as some. But he grew up being different from much of his peers, and he sees his strangeness as his strength. He doesn't drink alcohol for instance, though as fun loving as he often is, no one generally sees it coming.

Probably one of his greatest strengths, which is also likely his greatest weakness, is his restlessness. He still has youth and he knows it, and he wants to travel the world and do what he can while he can.

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History: Beren was born in a cottage within a small community in the Blackwood. His father was the priest of the temple of Akatosh in Leyawiin, and his mother, while a stay at home woman, was looked to for making decisions in their small community. Patrols of Argonian scouts protecting their traders kept the small community safe as well, by proxy. From an early age, Beren was fascinated with the world around him, and as soon as he was able he began to explore the Blackwood. Close to home, of course, but gradually his range widened.

He would often meet and make friends with the Argonian scouts, and he always enjoyed hearing word of Blackmarsh from the traders, picking up Jel over years of hearing it, acclimating to the tongue. The Lizardfolk taught him a bit how to shoot, though he only gained some measure of skill. Being an introvert when he was young, he never quite got along with the children in Leywiin when he visited. He was a scrawny, quiet boy more used to the forest than big town dinners and get-togethers. Instead, other than a few close friends at home, he spent most of his time with his dogs, as well as much of the night having his nose in different books he bartered from the traders.

When he hit puberty, he mother decided he ply a trade. He wished to be an explorer, going on adventures as mercenaries and heroes did. He had a firm sense of right and wrong and wanted to be the one to help people out of plights. But of course his mother liked him risking his neck not at all, and instead he chose blacksmith. His outdoor activities did not halt, however. He still ranged far, learning axemanship and how to use a staff from his father, to defend himself. Though these skills were overshadowed eventually. It was a day he would never forget when he met the hermit "Sees-All," an elderly, blind Argonian who had a small hut not eight miles north of the small community Beren lived in.

Beren's knowledge of Jel impressed the hermit, and after some convincing, and a free bedpost Beren had made for the hermit, the Argonian agreed to teach Beren the bare-fisted style of fighting the hermit practiced. It was 3 years of training, Beren returning every few days to receive another lesson. His dogs accompanied him often, enjoying their home away from home whenever he went. However, the lessons halted, when Beren awoke one morning and worked a shift at the smithy to meet a beautiful Breton girl named Sarah, who needed his expertise making a pot she was looking to give to her mother when she returned home to Highrock.

To make a long story short, the two grew quite fond of one another over the next two fortnights. Sarah and her uncle stayed in Leywiin while they awaited her father to come back from the Imperial city. When it was time for them to go, Beren desperately wanted to go with her back to Highrock, but it wasn't simply his responsibility to his craft that kept him at his home. It was wishing not to disappoint his mother, who wished him to grow into his trade and become a journeyman.

It was 2 months later when he learned the ship that had borne Sarah had been attacked by Corsairs off hammerfell, and she had been killed along with her uncle and father. Her death devastated Beren, and a very short time later, his oldest dog passed away as well. He felt as if his world was crumbling around him, and one night he told his parents he didn't wish to remain here. He wanted to go out and see the world. To explore and aid people like in the stories.

He left his home nearly 2 years ago, visiting Hammerfell first and managing (by the skin of his teeth) to defeat a Necromancer that had been harrying trade routes on the road from Skaven to Highrock. The dark magician had been killing merchants and travelers with his 'pets' and used thier corpses to create more. Beren was commissioned by one of the smaller princes to find the reasoning for the disappearances, and why each carriage was abandoned of even corpses. He used his skills at tracking he learned from the Argonian scouts to follow the footsteps into the hills, catching the necromancer by surprise and destroying a few zombies before engaging the sorcerer himself. Their battle was vicious but short lived, Beren gaining a few new scorch marks from the spells of fire, and another scar when the lightning bolt from the necromancer struck the rock where Beren had been moments before, stone falling atop his arm to cut it. But before long, his axe found the sorcerer's chest and ended his life. Despite his fear, he felt more accomplished than he ever had in his life. He had been utterly disgusted by the mad man. He knew the longing of bringing back those who had died, but this man not only killed the travelers, he had done it to pursue the vilest of ends. He hated to admit it, but he was glad he ended the wretches life.

He found he was quite good at adventuring, joining up with a small group of other like-minded individuals and keeping the roads clean of other bandits for a few months until he had accumulated a small fortune in bounties and claimed treasures. After that, he made his way to Daggerfall to help Sarah's widowed mother, making sure she was alright where she was with her family, and himself making peace with Sarah's death.

After 16 months away from his home, he decided he wished to go back to Cyrodiil. Perhaps not to go home immediately, but he wished to be closer, and he had only been to the Imperial City once before on a mission with his father. He boarded the Kismet, and the rest, as they say, is history.

Biggest Regret: He should have been on that ship to protect Sarah and her family. He should have noticed his elderly dog growing weaker. Perhaps if he had done one, either, both...he could have saved one of them.

Beren's Goal(s):

• Adventure. Beren longs for the thrill of battle and the wonder of exploration, and most importantly, aiding those who cannot help themselves.
• Redemption. He wishes to rid himself of the guilt of lost loved ones.
• Heart. Secretly, Beren wishes to find true love and get married, though he will never admit it. His chosen life is a bit too dangerous for him to be the dating type.

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Skills:

Expert:

• Unarmed

Adept:

• Smithing
• Light Armor
• Athletics

Novice:

• Acrobatics
• Marksman
• Blunt

Equipment:

• Quarterstaff
• Akatosh Necklace
• Lore Tomes on Talos, Akatosh, and Ysgramor
• Rucksack with a water skin and some jerky, and most importantly, a fair sum of gold.

Misc. Possessions:

Star Wars: Empire of Glass

Captain Cleomenes

Out of armor	Cleomenes "Cleo" Ortega 5'11 | 175 | 33 | Zabrak Homeworld: Iridonia Rank and Position: Captain Callsign: Cleo

Profile

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Appearance

Cleo is a handsome Iridonian, almost human-like in his facial features save for his severe eyes and his 9 robustly sharp horns framing the crown of his skull. His skin is a light tan, with darker shades of almost brown cutting across his face and neck, and entwining down his muscled physique if he were to be unclad of clothing. With broad shoulders and a trim, soldier's build, he presents the image of the quintessential soldier. His physique would give an approving nod from even a Mandalorian. He is not a short Iridonian, but the way he moves commands respect from larger members of other races. He moves without intimidation or giving way to others, shoulders squared and head held high.

He still wears the standard rebellion outfit when out of his armor. He wore an interwoven jacket that was a green khaki color, incorporated over a short sleeved shirt, with brown trousers. The belt is a simple sash belt, wrapped about his muscled waist.

Background

Born into a military family on Iridonia, Cleo was the oldest of three children. He only has vague memories of the time, or so he claims at least. Standing up for his younger siblings, doing his best to be like his father. Strong willed and ardent in his anger. It got him into some trouble, but as most Zabraks strive to such ideals, he was not disciplined as many children were. No, his discipline came later.

23 years ago from the present day, the Great debate erupted on Iridonia and the colonies. Calls of staying true to the Republic were nearly drowned out by shouts of secession, as many of the citizens were distraught over their lots in life, and the CIS had many of the leaders in their conniving pockets. Cleo's father was involved within one of the groups that supported secession. Fervently enraged, the group considered themselves revolutionaries until their main goal was tantamount to terrorism, which led to Cleo's father silently switching allegiances to the Republic.

His father was now a mole and a saboteur. Realizing the error of his ways, he began to teach his children that while courage, strong will, and fearsomeness were useful, so was knowing right from wrong, and keeping a cool head during decisions. After a year under cover, his father was killed by those whom he considered brothers. Cleo's mother had died during childbirth of their last child, and so Cleo and his siblings were cordoned off.

Cleo was just old enough to be enlisted into the junior academy of Iridonia's military, though he had missed the Clone Wars. Instead, he watched the rise of Palpatine and the Galactic Empire, realizing that what his people had argued so passionately about was all for naught, regardless. Oppression reigned, and freedom was all but spent. He felt it ironic, that his father's revolutionary ideals had been on the side of oppression, and he found himself now a revolutionary on what he deemed right, for as soon as he graduated the academy, he joined the Rebellion.

For the next eight years, he fought among the stars in the Rebellion's main army. Mostly fighting on areal boarding missions and on space stations, by order of General Rahm Kota who believed that quick, swift missions would be critical in the initial stages of the Rebellion. It was three years in the Campaign when Cleomenese and his fellow raiders were themselves set upon by bounty hunters employed by Darth Vader, who had been secretly tracking their movements. During the siege of their vessel, a damaged blast door slammed shut between he and his allies. Cleo found himself face to face with a Mandalorian called Karto Lang, and after a furious fight that Cleo nearly lost, he managed to get the better of Karto and killed him with his own vibro knife. He took the Mando's armor and gear, and kept it every sense. He gained a promotion to sergeant for this fight.

During his tenure as Sergeant, he fought at the Battle of Kamino, one of the Rebellion's greeatest victories before the actual destruction of the first death star. He and his company held a Kamino cloning station from Stormtroopers for over a day with heavy pressure on all sides. This, coupled with his cover their retreat gained him another accolade.

He was sent to Kayshyyk, aiding the Wookies in their fight to end their enslavement. His daring and implacable might on the field of battle during the year he was there saw him gain a position and Lieutenant and then Captain within months of one another. Making fast friends with the wookies, Cleo and his men became very adept at hit and run tactics in the woods, though their main strategies were defensive maneuvers on high ground or beachheads.

Five years later, he's remained a capable Captain, unable to get the opportunity to rise further yet still holding the line against the Imperial juggernaut. By order of Admiral Ackbar, his unit was split up to reinforce other areas of the Rebellion, with he and other Captains being sent to Scarlet Moon to receive a new assignment.

Outlook and Motivation

Cleo sees the universe as an eternal battle. There is always good and evil, right and wrong, freedom and oppression. There is always a battle to fight. Not to say he is warlike, akin to a Mandalorian. He is simply a fighter, one that wants to do his part. He believes if you aren't prepared, you don't deserve to be. The Zabrak constantly trains and keeps his mind and body sharp. His childhood, protecting his siblings and idolizing his father, along with the political upheaval of his home world made him understand that if no one else was going to be decisive and strong, he would need to be. He did not trust anyone else to do the job, deep down. Though he would never admit it, and admittedly he does trust the men serving under him if they have proven themselves.

Capabilities

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Characteristics

BRAWN: Years of combat training and fighting have honed his body significantly. He is at the top physical form he can be, and enjoys the thrill of close quarter and ranged combat, though the former is something he enjoys recreationaly.

WILLPOWER: Some might believe he would have presence, being a leader. But truthfully, it was his determination and fervent will to rise above the enemy forces before him that led him to win victories, both single combat and on a battlefield of thousands. He has a keen sense of who he is, and what he fights for.

Language(s)

Galactic Basic
Zabraki
Huttese
Wookie

Skills and Connections

Weapons Knowledge: Rising through the ranks, Cleo has managed to get his hands on nearly every type of weapon one might think of, save a few of the more exotic weapons like a Lightsaber.

Technical Knowledge of Mechanics: While no engineer, he and his men have been taught the inner workings of various mechanisms such as basic droids, vehicles, and bomb wirings. Specialists are hard to come by in the Rebellion, so soldiers are taught a variety of skills, such as technical knowledge.

Flaws

Flaw: He never knows when to turn off. He has a difficult time relaxing, and though he makes himself take breathers, he's always ready to get back into the fray. This takes a toll on his social life.

Flaw: Space-ear: A rare affliction. While it doesn't debilitate him, the depressurization of a ship leaving the atmosphere gives him great pain within his inner ear, though he does not always need treatment, and if he does, bacta or antibiotics can keep his eardrums intact. However, without any aid there is a small chance one or both eardrums could rupture. He had been contemplating getting cybernetic enhancements within his ear to replace his eardrums for some time now.

Accomplishments and Crimes

• Rebellion Campaigns, particularly the Campaign on Kashyyk
• He has killed a Mandalorian Bounty Hunter working for the Empire
• Once saved a cargo vessel by defusing the bomb discovered on board.

Inventory

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Credits and Valuables

189 credits
Hologram of Mother

Clothing and Jewelry

Custom Mandalorian Durasteel Armor
Basic traveling clothes

Tools and Weapons

EE-3 carbine rifle
Vibroblade
Heavy Blaster Pistol
Thermal Detonator (3)
Rebreather

Consumables

Bacta Pad
Bottle of Water

Bags and Containers

Utility belt
Rucksack

Misc

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The Elder Scrolls: Days of Night

Tomorrow, I will work on, and do my best to complete, my character. Get ready for a bare-fisted, idealistic monk hunk.

Into the Shadow

Roland wasn't entirely sure if he'd helped or not. He'd been honest in his praise, she had done far better than he. But at least they could both now turn and face the reality of their predicament. He took her question and considered for a moment. They were better rested, but likely still far too roughened to actually try and fight the Dark Elf, particularly on the witch's terms. It was better to keep moving.

"I would like to stay here and sleep. But we need to put as much distance between us and the Dark Elf as we can." He said. He steeled himself, and groaning, he lifted himself off of his sitting position despite the protests of his muscles. Extending a hand, he helped Iseldis up and gave her a nod. He dearly wished his masters were here. They would know what to do. But he was trained to be a Knight, and so he would act like it.

"Let's move." he told her, and they passed by the trickling water onto the plateau that overlooked the strange jungle of mushrooms that glowing faintly over the carved landscape of hard rock. Gazing over the vast ecosystem, he could see no movement or any sign of any animal, so they began their descent down into the mysterious forest, turning left once they did. Roland had seen an exit on the far side of the cavern, and it was the only other way out of there.

Drawing his sword once they were under the canopy, he crept forward toward the running stream at the center.
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The Elder Scrolls: Days of Night

@Jorick I feel like you have your sig solely for joining RP's

The Elder Scrolls: Days of Night

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