I'm going to get the length up on all the descriptive parts as well tonight, im in the process of moving out of my apartment into my first house so I just wanted to put a good base down to work with.
Vas Khaleen
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Username:Vas Khaleen
Name:Dame.Tamz'Kuna The Tall
Age:28
Height:6'6
Gender:Female
Race:Orc
Origin: Tamz'Kuna was the eldest daughter and only living child of a fierce orc warlord, whom commanded a traveling warband numbering five hundred; three hundred and seventy of those being professional warriors though none in the group were to be trifled with. The band was one of those which made orc human racial tensions all the higher, raiding peaceful towns, villages and eventually taking a small keep which of course called for great celebration on the part of the orc's. Looting the keep they drank and feasted on the supplies within, awakening in the morning to find a great host outside the walls; lead by King Cassius himself with a number close to a thousand and a half. King Cassius was to give no quarter, the band had harassed his people for long enough and they had called for their heads few amongst the group were innocent and all had shared in the plunder of those defeated. Tamz'Kuna's father wouldn't surrender however, nor would he hole up inside of the stone fortress; before Cassius's siege weapons could be readied the heavy oak drawbridge came steadily crashing down across the shallow moat which surrounded the tall walls. And several hundred battle crazed orcs rushed from the keep, crashing into the center of King Cassius's army, heavily outnumbered they were quickly encircled by the superior force; albeit they fought down to the last child. Including Tamz'Kuna whom was only eleven at the time already standing at five feet and two inches, and already a tough fighter in her own right not that she stood a chance against any real combatants; it was in a melee between her father and King Cassius in which her father lost his life run through the gut with cold steel. The battle at that point had more or less been ended, most of the band lay dead but Tamz' was still alive and angry, as Cassius slayed her father Tamz rushed the King managing to squirm past the two Kingsguard which defended him; a small dagger in hand she managed to drive it slightly into King Cassius from behind. The blade finding a gap in his plate just near the hip, the blade drawing blood and sticking firmly into his side; she quickly found herself knocked unconscious by the armored gauntlet of a Kingsguard.
They were moving to execute the child as no mercy was the call and of course she had attacked the King himself, but Cassius spared her life finding her courage and ability to survive a battle at such a young age admirable. And he took the child with him sparing her life to allow her to work as a servant, and in the King's castle she grew strong and quickly, standing at six foot one by the time she was sixteen. She was unhappy of course to be imprisoned to the people who slaughtered her friends and family, though as she grew she came to understand why it needed to be done; and what kind of man her father was in truth. Considering her rapid growth and adjustment to human custom King.Cassius began to have her trained, his best knights and master-of-arms teaching her to use all manner of weapon; her greatest talent laying with the sword quickly picking up on its use and handling. Able to face three soldiers together by seventeen, fighting in her first battle for Cassius by nineteen in a small skirmish with a rouge lord; as soon as they felled the wall of the treasonous Lord's keep Tamz' Kuna threw herself first roaring with fury into the breach. She killed many men fighting alongside Cassius's own soldiers, her ferocity and skill fast spreading amongst the men whom attended the battle; and so at the conclusion of the fighting King.Cassius knighted Tamz' Kuna. It wasn't until she reached the age of twenty one that she was selected to be one of the Kingsguard, an honor which every knight dreamt of but few ever reached; her actions in saving the King's own son from a stable fire prompting her introduction into the elite guard. Along with her steadily increasing and well renowned skills in combat.
Profession:Kingsguard
Weapons:
-Great-sword
-Thrusting dagger
-One handed warhammer
Appearance:
Personality:Tamz'Kuna is an incredibly loyal and mild mannered orc, her upbringing with humans curving some of the more savage tendencies of her people.
Short Biography:
Other Notes:
Username:Vas Khaleen
Name:Dame.Tamz'Kuna The Tall
Age:28
Height:6'6
Gender:Female
Race:Orc
Origin: Tamz'Kuna was the eldest daughter and only living child of a fierce orc warlord, whom commanded a traveling warband numbering five hundred; three hundred and seventy of those being professional warriors though none in the group were to be trifled with. The band was one of those which made orc human racial tensions all the higher, raiding peaceful towns, villages and eventually taking a small keep which of course called for great celebration on the part of the orc's. Looting the keep they drank and feasted on the supplies within, awakening in the morning to find a great host outside the walls; lead by King Cassius himself with a number close to a thousand and a half. King Cassius was to give no quarter, the band had harassed his people for long enough and they had called for their heads few amongst the group were innocent and all had shared in the plunder of those defeated. Tamz'Kuna's father wouldn't surrender however, nor would he hole up inside of the stone fortress; before Cassius's siege weapons could be readied the heavy oak drawbridge came steadily crashing down across the shallow moat which surrounded the tall walls. And several hundred battle crazed orcs rushed from the keep, crashing into the center of King Cassius's army, heavily outnumbered they were quickly encircled by the superior force; albeit they fought down to the last child. Including Tamz'Kuna whom was only eleven at the time already standing at five feet and two inches, and already a tough fighter in her own right not that she stood a chance against any real combatants; it was in a melee between her father and King Cassius in which her father lost his life run through the gut with cold steel. The battle at that point had more or less been ended, most of the band lay dead but Tamz' was still alive and angry, as Cassius slayed her father Tamz rushed the King managing to squirm past the two Kingsguard which defended him; a small dagger in hand she managed to drive it slightly into King Cassius from behind. The blade finding a gap in his plate just near the hip, the blade drawing blood and sticking firmly into his side; she quickly found herself knocked unconscious by the armored gauntlet of a Kingsguard.
They were moving to execute the child as no mercy was the call and of course she had attacked the King himself, but Cassius spared her life finding her courage and ability to survive a battle at such a young age admirable. And he took the child with him sparing her life to allow her to work as a servant, and in the King's castle she grew strong and quickly, standing at six foot one by the time she was sixteen. She was unhappy of course to be imprisoned to the people who slaughtered her friends and family, though as she grew she came to understand why it needed to be done; and what kind of man her father was in truth. Considering her rapid growth and adjustment to human custom King.Cassius began to have her trained, his best knights and master-of-arms teaching her to use all manner of weapon; her greatest talent laying with the sword quickly picking up on its use and handling. Able to face three soldiers together by seventeen, fighting in her first battle for Cassius by nineteen in a small skirmish with a rouge lord; as soon as they felled the wall of the treasonous Lord's keep Tamz' Kuna threw herself first roaring with fury into the breach. She killed many men fighting alongside Cassius's own soldiers, her ferocity and skill fast spreading amongst the men whom attended the battle; and so at the conclusion of the fighting King.Cassius knighted Tamz' Kuna. It wasn't until she reached the age of twenty one that she was selected to be one of the Kingsguard, an honor which every knight dreamt of but few ever reached; her actions in saving the King's own son from a stable fire prompting her introduction into the elite guard. Along with her steadily increasing and well renowned skills in combat.
Profession:Kingsguard
Weapons:
-Great-sword
-Thrusting dagger
-One handed warhammer
Appearance:
Personality:Tamz'Kuna is an incredibly loyal and mild mannered orc, her upbringing with humans curving some of the more savage tendencies of her people.
Short Biography:
Other Notes:
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Character Name:Elya Fyste
Age:28
Race:Imperial
Sex:Female
Birthsign:Warrior
Specialisation:Combat
Class:Sellsword
Skills:
Appearance: Elya is a tall athletically built woman standing at a full height of six feet, and weighing a hundred and sixty five pounds. With shoulder length chestnut colored hair and dark brown eyes, her left forearm has a brand in the shape of a raven clutching a septum. Which she aquired at the age of sixteen when she first began her career as a sellsword, from a group of bandits while in captivity in Skyrim. Her overall body build is one made for quick and precise movement with thin muscle with very little fat. She's typically adorned in a basic blue cotton shirt beneath a steel mail shirt, underneath a black leather coat of plates. As well as black fingerless gloves, dark olive pants and worn brown leather boots.
Personality:Elya is like most imperials deft at speechcraft as well as combat, with a lust for gold, booze and high times. She has very little empathy for others and only really goes out of her way if she feels ample reward is being given. When once asked if she would kill a babe still at its mothers breast by a nobleman without question, she said "Without question? No, I'd ask how much.". That is not to say she doesnt form bonds or friendships overtime, and she is fiercely defensive when those bonds are forged. She enjoys fucking, drinking, and singing but her true love is killing feeling the most comfortable in the heat of a battle; that is in her favor that is. Because no Sellsword has ever gotten rich dying for one lord or another, on that topic Elya is not above dirty tricks and 'dishonorable' tactics to defeat her foes not limited to sneak attacks to throwing a fist full of sand in their eyes.
Backstory:Elya was born a third daughter of a peasant farmer on the Lord of Anvil's land, when her father was caught poaching and hiding part of his crop from the Lord he was executed that same day. Leaving her mother to care for Elya and her two brothers, one of which died in a hunting accident and the other who became a guard in the city; leading her mother to become a seamstress and sell their meager farmland moving into a tiny house at the edge of the city. As Elya grew up she learned to sneak and con people taking small things no one would notice and constantly finding herself in one predicament or another, her brother when not posted on duty taught her what he knew of swordplay. At sixteen Elya joined a band of mercenaries, a loose term for a group of a dozen ex-guardsmen and wannabe tournamemt fighters; and together they went across Tamriel killing small groups of bandits the occasional troll's and other such beasts.
Their numbers swelled to twenty by the time they entered Skyrim, but they werent ready for the contract they took; expecting to fight more bandits just outside of Markharth they instead found a huge number of Forsworn occupying the fort. Some men ran, some men cried, some fought bravely but mostly they died all around her, Elya herself tried to run but was struck in her left shoulder with an arrow dropping her to the ground and making her lose conciousness. And when she awoke she found herself sitting in a dank cell dripping with water and covered in mold, for three weeks she sat a captive alonh with a few others until one day she faked her death and killed the guard who came in to take her body. Sneaking out of the fort and leaving her captivity behind, not bothering to free her former comrades out of fear of being discovered and recaptured by the Forsworn.
After that she simply roamed Skyrim till she was eighteen, seeing the world and spilling blood becoming quite notorious for her cutthroat abilities in several holds. She returned to the Imperial City at age twenty six atop the back of a large black stallion with steel armor and fine weapons, a skilled combatant and sure of herself. Having seen almost all the world, from Blackmarsh to Skyrim, Elsweyr and many place inbetween.
Spells:None
Inventory:
Fine steel longsword
Thirteen inch steel kukri
One hundred septims
Age:28
Race:Imperial
Sex:Female
Birthsign:Warrior
Specialisation:Combat
Class:Sellsword
Skills:
- Expert One handed blade
- Journeyman Light armor
- Expert Athletics
Appearance: Elya is a tall athletically built woman standing at a full height of six feet, and weighing a hundred and sixty five pounds. With shoulder length chestnut colored hair and dark brown eyes, her left forearm has a brand in the shape of a raven clutching a septum. Which she aquired at the age of sixteen when she first began her career as a sellsword, from a group of bandits while in captivity in Skyrim. Her overall body build is one made for quick and precise movement with thin muscle with very little fat. She's typically adorned in a basic blue cotton shirt beneath a steel mail shirt, underneath a black leather coat of plates. As well as black fingerless gloves, dark olive pants and worn brown leather boots.
Personality:Elya is like most imperials deft at speechcraft as well as combat, with a lust for gold, booze and high times. She has very little empathy for others and only really goes out of her way if she feels ample reward is being given. When once asked if she would kill a babe still at its mothers breast by a nobleman without question, she said "Without question? No, I'd ask how much.". That is not to say she doesnt form bonds or friendships overtime, and she is fiercely defensive when those bonds are forged. She enjoys fucking, drinking, and singing but her true love is killing feeling the most comfortable in the heat of a battle; that is in her favor that is. Because no Sellsword has ever gotten rich dying for one lord or another, on that topic Elya is not above dirty tricks and 'dishonorable' tactics to defeat her foes not limited to sneak attacks to throwing a fist full of sand in their eyes.
Backstory:Elya was born a third daughter of a peasant farmer on the Lord of Anvil's land, when her father was caught poaching and hiding part of his crop from the Lord he was executed that same day. Leaving her mother to care for Elya and her two brothers, one of which died in a hunting accident and the other who became a guard in the city; leading her mother to become a seamstress and sell their meager farmland moving into a tiny house at the edge of the city. As Elya grew up she learned to sneak and con people taking small things no one would notice and constantly finding herself in one predicament or another, her brother when not posted on duty taught her what he knew of swordplay. At sixteen Elya joined a band of mercenaries, a loose term for a group of a dozen ex-guardsmen and wannabe tournamemt fighters; and together they went across Tamriel killing small groups of bandits the occasional troll's and other such beasts.
Their numbers swelled to twenty by the time they entered Skyrim, but they werent ready for the contract they took; expecting to fight more bandits just outside of Markharth they instead found a huge number of Forsworn occupying the fort. Some men ran, some men cried, some fought bravely but mostly they died all around her, Elya herself tried to run but was struck in her left shoulder with an arrow dropping her to the ground and making her lose conciousness. And when she awoke she found herself sitting in a dank cell dripping with water and covered in mold, for three weeks she sat a captive alonh with a few others until one day she faked her death and killed the guard who came in to take her body. Sneaking out of the fort and leaving her captivity behind, not bothering to free her former comrades out of fear of being discovered and recaptured by the Forsworn.
After that she simply roamed Skyrim till she was eighteen, seeing the world and spilling blood becoming quite notorious for her cutthroat abilities in several holds. She returned to the Imperial City at age twenty six atop the back of a large black stallion with steel armor and fine weapons, a skilled combatant and sure of herself. Having seen almost all the world, from Blackmarsh to Skyrim, Elsweyr and many place inbetween.
Spells:None
Inventory:
Fine steel longsword
Thirteen inch steel kukri
One hundred septims
WORK IN PROGRESS, SUGGESTIONS AND THOUGHTS APPRECIATED PLEASE EXCUSE THE RUST I HAVENT RP'D SERIOUSLY IN SOME TIME
@MiddleEarthRoze excellent!!
Open??
Ill have a post up today Mawiyah vs Darcyn@LadyRunic
@Vas Khaleen My Post should be up tommorrow if work doesn't drive me crazy. Vas, Go ahead and reply to 13org if you wish!
Im going to wait for you
Mawiyah ducked smoothly under an orc's blade her scimitar sending another arc of black blood splattering across the wet ground, her head scarf pulled off in the struggle to show the tattoos which marked her face. Her teeth gritted in fury as she was grabbed at by another orc, the much stockier stronger creature yanking her close with a dagger thrusting at her the crude iron scraping her lamellar armor; the leather catching it as it slipped between two of the layered steel plates. The blow bruising her ribs as she slung her head forwards the steel rim of her helmet smashing the orc's nasty deformed nose its blood splattering down her face and body; her scimitar dropping on the muddy ground as she shoved the creature down. Climbing ontop of the orc as it fell flat on its face pressing her knees into its shoulders as she pressed down on the back of the struggling beasts head; forcing it into the soft muddy earth. Its struggling slowly ceasing as it lost oxygen, stumbling back to her feet as she snatched up her scimitar sheathing it as the remaining orcs fled into the darkness.
Mawiyah quickly ran over to a man bleeding from his gut coughing up blood, one of Darcyn's by the looks of him groaning as she knelt down to check on his wound; cutting his shirt open with her knife. The wound was a large deep gash all the way through a fatal wound for certain, as she looked at the dying man Mawiyah offered him wine from her skin which he eagerly accepted. As he finished drinking from the skin and handed it back to the Haradrim woman, the man looked into her eyes a rare time were her race didnt seem to matter.
Mawiyah examined the wound as she man groaned again, speaking with a tired voice glancing around as the panic of the battle remained.
"Bad way to go, have you had enough?"
The man looked at the woman with obvious fear in his strained eyes, tears streaking his face as he nodded face scrunched in pain from the ripped flesh and punctured organs. Mawiyah held her knife down low by her thigh, down on one knee thrusting it smoothly and suddenly between his fourth and fifth rib on the left side of his chest severing the heart and putting and end to his suffering. Wiping her blade clean on the dead mans pants, closing his eyelids with two fingers as she stood up sheathing the knife; turning to see Darcyn already berating someone else again. Her feet squishing in the mud and blood as the rain tinked against the steel of her helm, aiming to step between Darcyn and Agarwaen
@LadyRunic @13Org
Mawiyah quickly ran over to a man bleeding from his gut coughing up blood, one of Darcyn's by the looks of him groaning as she knelt down to check on his wound; cutting his shirt open with her knife. The wound was a large deep gash all the way through a fatal wound for certain, as she looked at the dying man Mawiyah offered him wine from her skin which he eagerly accepted. As he finished drinking from the skin and handed it back to the Haradrim woman, the man looked into her eyes a rare time were her race didnt seem to matter.
Mawiyah examined the wound as she man groaned again, speaking with a tired voice glancing around as the panic of the battle remained.
"Bad way to go, have you had enough?"
The man looked at the woman with obvious fear in his strained eyes, tears streaking his face as he nodded face scrunched in pain from the ripped flesh and punctured organs. Mawiyah held her knife down low by her thigh, down on one knee thrusting it smoothly and suddenly between his fourth and fifth rib on the left side of his chest severing the heart and putting and end to his suffering. Wiping her blade clean on the dead mans pants, closing his eyelids with two fingers as she stood up sheathing the knife; turning to see Darcyn already berating someone else again. Her feet squishing in the mud and blood as the rain tinked against the steel of her helm, aiming to step between Darcyn and Agarwaen
@LadyRunic @13Org
@Vas Khaleen @Silmaril @13org
Post up!
Vas i need posts from you lass! Got to keep this moving!
Posting now sorry, i was hung up on a project at work
Im back
I'd hate for this tone die
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