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We all know it's going to happen Acunasti.

I will be watching.

Name: Ormis (again)
Race: Imperial
Gender: Male
Class (Mage, Theif etc.): Warrior
Hair: Loose brown, that isn't too long
Facial Features: blue eyes that stand out, a rounded head/jaw his ears are regular size, and has a slight stubble growing.
Clothes/Armor: Prefers a set of Elven armor without the shield or helmet
Physical Appearance: Ormis is an average sized, muscular man. He is broad shouldered, from various work he has done through his life.
Personality: Ormis is usually calm, but is not afraid to speak his mind. He hates the Thalmor, but usually is laid back.
Background (Can be revealed in story - but have one!!!): Ormis and his parents worked at a mill in Skyrim. He helped to keep various enemies and bandits away, training his use with an ebony sword his father had given him, that had a unique silver hilt and pommel. His father was a companion, and taught Ormis everything he knew about fighting. On the other hand, his mother was a priestess of Talos. She taught him restoration magic. One day, the Thalmor attacked the mill he worked at, and slaughtered everyone. Ormis was the only survivor, and because of this he hates the Thalmor, and doesn't hesitate to kill them.
Other (If any): He hates the Thalmor, and often frees any prisoner the Thalmor are interrogating. He believes no one should be unable to worship a god

Weapons/Major Spells/Staves: He wields an Ebony sword in his right hand, and a healing spell in the other

Obviously, I'm willing to create romance in this. But it will be a totally different kind of romance. Malatar isn't a soft-hearted, poetic, lovable, passionate doll like Valentin Fairfax is. It would be...interesting.

Savilius: You're so Skyrimized.

Acunasti: You might like to know another Ayeid player has signed on, but she hasn't posted yet.

Very This is like, the third time i have been on ever since Skyrim came out

What's dah username of this Ayleid?

She's posting now! Sorry, I tend towards perfectionism with my own writing, and this character was fairly particular about what needed to be said how.


Name: Selara
Race: Ayleid
Gender: Female
Class: Sorceress

Hair: A waterfall of shimmering ebony mist, Selara’s hair flows free past her waist, usually unencumbered by anything more than a flower or two, or perhaps a pair of golden combs on the rare occasion when she tames it somewhat.

Facial Features: With a delicate, heart-shaped face and small, upturned nose, Selara’s facial appearance falls far short of imposing. Her eyes are large and almond-shaped, tinted the very hue of the first mists of morning, a translucent, silvery grey tinged with the faintest touch of violet. A tiny smile, knowing and mischievous, is wont to lurk around the corners of her lips, matching all too well the impish glint in her eyes.

Clothes/Armor: Selara isn’t one for armor, really, not when clothing can be far more stylish. She favors silks when at all possible, preferring her clothing to be practical AND pretty, especially in the jewel-bright tones that coordinate so well with her clover honey hued skin and midnight black tresses. She maintains a fairly large stock of jewelry—nothing extremely valuable, but all of her beads and bangles are things that she finds beautiful. Of course, there are times when quietude is more valuable than flamboyance, regrettable though that may be, so Selara does tend to have a set of darker, more somber clothing near to hand, though she favors colors like the shadowy purple of twilight or the rich, verdant greens of the deepest forests to the more mundane black.
Physical Appearance: Much to her dismay, Selara is fairly short, standing no taller than many a human teenager. Her figure is slender, and she moves with the lissome grace of a dancer, suggesting that perhaps not *all* of her time is spent in the study of her art. Her skin is the rich amber hue of clover honey, a burnished golden tone reminiscent of a new coin. There is an aspect of carefree mischief that seems to cling to her, a sense that she is already anticipating the reaction when someone runs into whatever the latest of her amusements may be, and for Selara, there are always amusements. Traces of ink, or paint, or some other, less easily identifiable substance often cling to the tips of her long, slim fingers, as often remnants of note-taking as of mischief-making, though one can never be quite sure.

Personality: In many ways, Selara is exactly what she appears to be—a playful, happy-go-lucky young woman with a quick wit and, betimes, an equally quick temper. She seems to be an open, cheery person, always ready with a smile or an amusing quip. She does retain the somewhat unfortunate tendency to think of the races of men as toys, however, although she usually also possesses the good sense not to speak of her ‘pets’ as such, at least not where they might overhear her. Behind her guise of lighthearted whimsy lurks a sharp mind that is often underestimated. She very much enjoys her amusements, and the games she plays aren’t always as innocent as they may at first appear.

Background: Fairly well mapped out in my mind, and I’ll quite cheerfully unfold it later in the story.

Weapons/Major Spells/Staves: Selara is highly trained in the magical arts, preferring to focus mostly on the schools of conjuration and illusion, though she has also studied the healing arts fairly extensively. Alchemy, too, fascinates her, perhaps a bit too much at times. Destruction magic is not her favorite art (too messy), but she is quite capable of ‘livening things up’ with a well-placed jolt of lightning or a timely blast of ice. She has little skill with fire, however, and isn’t capable of much more than striking a campfire. But of course, that’s what toys are for, to see to the comforts and protection of their masters, is it not? Prudently, she does carry a staff enchanted with destructive fire magic, and usually even remembers to bring along a silver dagger by way of an absolute last line of defense.

Hey, why are we posting in spoiler tags?

Well, that's cool. Good to have another Ayleid onboard.

Announcement: I've changed the Emperor of Cyrodiil.

If you have Skyrim and have a clue as to what I'm talking about, then click the spoiler.

What kind of classes? Like oblivion?

Oh, to Sovngarde with that, just correct me if I do something wrong...


Name: Siaenach Whitebriar
Race: Reachman (So I guess Breton?)
Gender: Female
Class (Mage, Theif etc.): Archer
Hair: Slate grey, shoulder length and braided.
Facial Features: She has grey eyes, a small, perpetually worried look on her face. And her nos has been broken multiple times during brawls.
Clothes/Armor: Full forsworn armor
Physical Appearance: Commonly mistaken for a very small Nord, she has a somewhat muscular build despite being barely 1 meter 60 tall. Despite this, she is not in training, and is really just skinny and diminutive of size.
Personality: Siaenach is a fierce nationalist and as thus very much against any Stormcloak sympathizer. That said, she isn’t overly fond of the former Empire either. Basically, she just wants the Reach independent, and is crazy prepared to do that, whatever it takes. She is a brash, competitive young woman with sadist tendencies if upset. She also sports an uncanny ability to be sarcastic.
Background (Can be revealed in story - but have one!!!): Revealed in story.
Other (If any): Siaenach is very confused by bureaucracy, having lived in a Forsworn camp most of her life. She would rather solve her problems with her bow or her sword.
Weapons/Major Spells/Staves: Forsworn Bow (With arrows) and two forsworn swords.

We may start tonight. I'm getting a little worried on the sheer number of people who signed up for this.

Let's start it up!

1. Agreed.
2. I was thinking about making a Forsworn character, too, JV! Great minds think alike, eh?

**** that. Ayleids ftw.

Now, now. Let's not start a contest. We'd all know Bretons would win.

Just kidding.

Start it this evening! Then I'll be home and able to join in. I'm so excited - my first UESP RP! Woohoo!

I'm excited to have Avron joining us.

I'm racist towards ES humans. Screw the Nords, Imperials, and Bretons.

Prepare to feel the VT awe x5.

Awh. You guys make me feel so welcome!

The roleplay will start in around two hours after my Arch-Mage shenanigans are over. Final edits added to the OP. PLEASE join now, not later once the story has started.

Forsworn are awesome. THey're da noise. I really hope they'll make some kind of expansion with them.

Also, while it's awesome, I'm afraid of doing something that crosses Mama Bear. Mostly because I seem to attract those situations, but hey, a mna's gotta be scared of something, right?

Name: Tireace
Race: Breton
Gender: female
Class (Mage, Theif etc.):mage
Hair:shoulder-length White as snow
Facial Features: a scar running down her one blind eye
Clothes/Armor: she wears a very pale red robe with millions of pouches around her
Physical Appearance: she is of a skinny build but she hides a fair few muscles as she could pick up a small greatsword
Personality: if she is annoyed she is very cold and anaylistic when she is not she can be random
Background (Can be revealed in story - but have one!!!): he grew up in bruma but after a arranged marriage she ran away and joined the college of winterhold. She bece skilled in three areas of magic and passable in a fourth.
Other (If any):
Weapons/Major Spells/Staves: she uses expert level destruction but is a mainly frost user. He knows a good few of alteration spells and can summon up a frost atronach. She uses a dagger she enchanted herself along with any bodies around her.
May I join arch Mage Matt?