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A little about me…

• Female (She/Her) (Cisgender)
• Pansexual
• Thirty years old.
• An America-born Eurasian. (Of Han Chinese and Dutch descent.)
• US Central Time Zone
• Casual & Advanced are my vibes.
• My writing interests are manifold.
• I tend to prefer 1x1’s but I never shy away from a great group RP.
• Ask for the Discord.





Current Roleplays…

NO MERCY WRESTLING LEGENDS My long-running wrestling career 1x1 roleplay with @Shoopuf.

~ BLACK FLAGS OF THE ABECEAN ~ A swashbuckling RP set in the universe of The Elder Scrolls.





Extras…

My catalogue of characters. (The new one.)

My old/original catalogue of characters.

SANDSTRIDERS world and lore.

A Thousand Legends world and lore.

Group Roleplays that I have GM’d;

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PLOT INFORMATION AND NOTES


(This will be expanded on.)

S̴T̴O̴R̴M̴C̴L̴O̴A̴K̴
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RISE OF TYRANNY



The year is 4E 205. Skyrim now stands alone, separated from the Empire as Ulfric Stormcloak takes the throne in Solitude. Voted unanimously as new High King by the Moot, Ulfric has taken the crown and now rules with an iron fist. The former Jarls who did not support him during the civil war have now been exiled with their families to Cyrodil and High Rock. The East Empire Company and other vocal supporters of the Empire were likewise driven over the surrounding borders, their properties and wealth confiscated.

Following the expulsion of Imperial sympathizers Ulfric then by royal decree absorbed the various chapters of hold guard into the Stormcloak army and - aside from ceremony - declared that the only banner to fly over any city, fort, or outpost in Skyrim would be the Stormcloak banner. One kingdom, one people, one banner.

This was followed by the crown’s “appropriation” of all shipping and mining across the holds. The labor for this reformed industry was in fact taken from Windhelm, specifically the Argonians and Dunmer who dwelled in the slums of the ancient city. The Argonians work the shipping industry while the Dunmer work the mines, allegedly in chains and under heavy guard. Many speculate this to be a sort of retribution for their not participating in the war against the empire while others attribute it merely to the xenophobia and exploitation of the new regime.

Ulfric may be the new High King, but the country is far from unified even with the Empire gone. The Forsworn have doubled their attacks in The Reach what with the freeing of their own king, Madanoch. The Orsimer strongholds are feeling the pressure of Nord expansion as emissaries from Windhelm and Solitude heckle their chieftains month by month, leading to dangerously frayed relations between the tribal Orcs and Skyrim. The various guilds and many among the nobility are also poorly adjusting to the new monarchy which leads only to Ulfric tightening his grip.

The new Jarls - all eager to both win Ulfric’s favor and leave their own imprint on this new Skyrim - have taken to their own rather drastic measures. Marshal law in Markarth, land confiscations and heavy taxation in Falkreath, heavy militarization in Dawnstar, tariffs on incoming goods in Riften, and the list continues.

Rumors circulate across Tamriel of the alleged tyranny of the new High King, particularly in regards to the acclaimed injustices against non-Nords. Skyrim’s neighbors are taking interest in this, Cyrodil and Morrowind particularly as well as certain parties in High Rock and Hammerfell. Indeed spies, operatives, and even assassins are finding their way over the hardened borders into Skyrim for various reasons.

But foreign interlopers are not the only concern for Ulfric Stormcloak. An underground resistance is forming against his his harsh rule, all it needs is a spark.




INTRODUCTION


What kind of High King would Ulfric Stormcloak make? A stoic nationalist that puts his country and people first? A cold hearted tyrant cracking the whip and ruling via suppression? I’ve entertained the various possibilities often and have for some time been considering an RP based upon a “post game” scenario in which Ulfric Stormcloak rules as High King and has an established presence as monarch, supported by his ultranationalistic court and following.

As the OP and below material conveys he has taken the role of a tyrant. (Mind you this is opping from my own head canon and established position.) Skyrim has effectively become a militarized father knows best state, so to speak. In this RP players will find themselves hurled into the events of a second uprising in Skyrim as foreign operatives, renegades, and refugees join forces to bring down the Bear of Markarth and topple his regime.

Alternatively if one wished to side with the Stormcloaks and help to preserve Ulfric’s rule you are welcome to do so. See more below regarding characters.

CHARACTERS


So, character creation will be rather “loose” so to speak. There will be a provided character sheet template (still under construction) and players are free to get as creative as they wish up to an extent. Any of the ten races of Tamriel are available as are character origins. By “origins” I mean birthplace, homeland, loyalties and etcetera.

The only real restriction I have is that characters cannot start off affiliates with any Skyrim guilds/factions.
For example one can be a member of Morang Tong or the Arcane University in Cyrodil at the RP start but not a member of the Thieves Guild or College of Winterhold. Skyrim factions can be joined later though.
Players of course can also role as natives to Skyrim, Nord or not.

I am still working on initial events to begin the RP and for now am focused on gathering a group. Please ask any questions you may have and feel free to discuss.

A discord server will be created soon once we have a sizable group.
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God of curls.
KARA CHENG


Kara hopped off of her bicycle and dropped the kickstand, parking it near the front steps of the small apartment building where she was to make her delivery. Adjusting her visor she reached into the basket on her red fourteen-speed and lifted out a large rounded plastic container, her delivery to be made.

It was a bright, sunny day. The warm sun welcomed on her olive skin. She looked at the slip in her right hand as she headed up the front steps and through the front door of the building. Third floor, five B…
She ascended the stairs, the small building not having an elevator. She soon came to the specified door and knocked three times, waiting as she heard heavy footsteps on carpeted floor. The door opened and she was met with an eager-faced woman in her mid thirties.

“Mori Sushi! Here’s your order!” Kara said with a bright dimpled smile.

By day Kara Cheng was a simple delivery woman for a sushi restaurant roughly thirty minutes away from her small apartment. She commuted by bike as she did not own a car, and in truth in the worst of traffic days her bike was more effective than driving or hailing a taxi. Of course she often mused to herself about using her super speed but that was too risky in broad daylight, and certainly in public regardless of time. Scarlet Shadow was an unknown, and aside from a small handful of contacts and known underworld figures no one new of the super powered master thief living in the fair city. Well, at least not the super powered part. No name, alias, general identity, or formulated modus. And that’s how Kara intended it to stay.

For now, she would just suffer being a daytime worker as a facade and when the day came she had amassed enough wealth to retire and rest on her laurels - she would.
Having just finished her last delivery she made her way back to Mori’s, handed in the payment, and clocked out for the day. She changed out of her uniform in the restroom and from their took a deliberately long route that took her over an hour to get home. Partly because she enjoyed riding her bike, and partly because she like to be careful.

When she reached home she double chained her bike outside as usual and then headed in the back door. She lived in a small condominium that had a living room, kitchen, a bedroom, and a bathroom. Small, cozy, and cheap yet still on the decent side. She showered and helped herself to some leftovers in the fridge and then had a seat on her couch.

She had already looked over everything in the envelope and the diadem had been handed off to a contact who would pass it along to a fence she knew. At current she was awaiting two calls, one from her fence and the other from this mysterious Astra who had promised her more work that night. Each day after work she would come home awaiting the call. Granted she had also kept the cheap phone on her person during work in case the call came during, and so far nothing. But Kara was patient and she would wait.
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God of Pecks.
She seems rather nice. All chin resting on her hand while she stares off.
Chaotic
Clanky old telephone :p
I'm contemplating challenging him to a duel.
Banned by the gate.
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