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[lowbart]

I like it

I guess you could just use Wait to finish your sentence... except that you don't know how long it is.

Finally I got nice black and red robes for Marco Mordas, so I'll post a couple more pictures when I get unlazy enough.

[DorostheConqueror]

Aaaaand one more.

Runs-Around-Naked
Male Argonian, Lvl 3
Birthsign: The Shadow
Class: Free Spirit
Specialization: Stealth
Attributes: Speed, Endurance
Major Skills:

• Athletics
  Acrobatics
  HandtoHand
  Sneak
  Security
  Speechcraft
  Illusion

Top 5 Best Trained Skills:

• Athletics
  Acrobatics
  HandtoHand
  Being a jerk
  Making Alessia Ottus faint

Favorite Guilds:

• None, they all wear clothes!

Prefered Equipment and tactics:

• NONE! Wicked clothes, itching, choking... just run up and punch people! Then run away!

Pictures:

• Sayink hello to zee Emperors!
  Muahahaha, zey vill never find their steenking clothesez down here!!!
  So, how about zees whole "wearing clothesez" theeng we people do, aye? Whaaat? I like to wear ze clothesez. You don't think I like to wear ze clothesez? I tell you what, I big help, you let me do your laundry for you. I do great job, you see.
  SUCKER!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  Ze freedom, it iz growing! Everyone will be free! But I don't theenk Ms Ottus likez this.

Nephew of the famed Argonian gourmand/ obsessive-compulsive loon, Eats-a-Balanced-Breakfast, Runs-Around-Naked showed an almost pathological aversion to clothing ever since he was a hatchling. As the years went by, his condition worsened, and upon moving to Cyrodiil from Morrowinf, he quickly developed a political conscience- inspired, in part, by such famed figures as the Orcish revolutionary, Che gro-Vera, and the mage scholar turned pro-Skooma guru, Tienius Leary. Adopting the nom-de-guerre "The Lizard King", he became notorious for his tireless, and oftentimes violent, protests against such laws as Emperor Uriel Septim's "Mandatory Underwear-Wearing Edict of 3e421". Arrested for streaking through the Temple of the One during the birthday feast of famed author and respected socialite, Alessia Ottus, the Fates saw fit for the Emperor himself to facilitate Runs-Around-Naked's daring escape. Casting off the hated clothes which his jailors forced him to wear, he punched a passing Imperial Legionary in the back of the head, then took off down the road shouting "The King is back!!!"

(note: won't wear anything, will only carry small amounts of food and the occasional quest item. Will only join guilds if he can see a way to use the guild to strike a blow against the clothes-wearing Man i.e. Thieves Guild, so he can steal everyone's clothes and burn them. Perfect choice for SI)

[Coulsonji]

Oh Doros

[Sigurd]

[lowbart]

Marco Mordas loitering around the plaza at night.



Pkeww!

[Masser]

Name:Tyr.
Race:nord.
Class:warrior.
Level:20

Tyr is a mercenary with the attitude of a teenager. He's willing to try anything once. He found the side of good to be better,after being betrayed by the gray fox. He changed his name to masser to avoid being killed by the thieves guild, or lucien lachance after the infamous piano incident. He endeavors to take down the illegal guilds that betrayed him.

[DorostheConqueror]

God, I'm spending more time making characters and taking absurd screenshots then I am playing this damn game. Anywho's, next up we have:



Kawaii Soldier A-ko Kusanagi
Female Alpha Centaurian
Class: Kawaii Soldier

Skills:

• Advanced Cardiovascular Training (Athletics)
  LowG Combat Manuevers (Acrobatics)
  Biomech Elemental Heavy Ordnance (Destruction)
  Field Bio-medical Procedures (Restoration)
  Gunnery and Light Firesupport Systems (Marksman)
  Advanced Space Marine CQC (HandtoHand)
  Plasma Blade Forms (Blade)

Pictures:

• TransormaaaaaSHUN!!!!!
  Who is Emperor? Does he know of "DAGON-X"?
  Halt, demon! I shall punish you!
  Or not... T_T

• Champion of Justice! Across All Stars! For Great Honor, there is only One Heroine! A-ko Kusanagi, Major 1st Class, of the 3rd Imperial Space Naval Landing Fleet, ^_^ Wing. Leading an All-Female Fighting Force of Five Brave Soldiers, for tireless crusade against Evil alien-mutant-demon-cyborgs of the Shadow Organization known only as "Dark Brother"!
  
  For many weeks, ^_^ Force tracked Mysterious Phenomena- clothes were disappear left and right, and Magical Hero Girls believed lizard-agent from "Dark Brother" was behind it! The trail led Kusanagi to an ancient "Dark Brother" Temple to Devil Ruler "Dread Father" on Secret Asteroid, and inside, was Hyper-Space Rift! But Hyper-Space Rift not like any that have been seen in Imperial Space! And more, local Computer Records show Wicked Presence, codename "DAGON-X", and support for Unknown Plan, Project Oblivion! What are "Dark Brother" up to?!
  
  From shadows emerge LIZARD-AGENT! "Somebody set us up the trap!" shout Science Officer Ami Shima. Lizard-Agent shout: "All your clothesez, are belong to me!" NO! Kawaii Soldiers stand defiant! "You havez no chance to survivez, make your time! Muahahahaha!" and Lizard-Agent activate Hyper-Space Rift!
  
  Next thing we know, Brave Soldier emerge in Strange New World, full of castle and primitive magics, but no Starship or Mecha! Her friends are nowhere to be seen... possessing only Heroine Mechsuit and Gunbuster Cannon, she must find rest of ^_^ Force, Lizard-Agent, and True Nature of "Dark Brother" and Project Oblivion!

P.S. If someone can find me a "Japanese schoolgirl suit mod" to complete the transformation sequence, I will love you forever.

[Coulsonji]

Sh*t! That mod is good! (I think) I really wanna see more of your creations Doros

[weka]

At last, as sceen shot showing someone else using that lovely vivid green hair colour!!

....and what are you doing trying to break into jeff's house?!!

[Aradinn]

Tyr? isnt tt a Forgotten realms god of justice who lost his right hand to a hellhound?

[Masser]

He's actually the Nordic god of courage.

[Baranor]

but totally funny. Anyway, here's the next one:


Jarrod Ravirra.
Male Dark Elf, Lvl 1
Birthsign: The Thief
Class: Soulhunter
Specialization: Stealth
Attributes: Luck, Endurance
Major Skills:

Blade
Block
Marksman
Light Armor
Sneak
Alchemy

I picked a 7th one but cannot for the life of me remember what it is.

Top 5 Best Trained Skills:

Shooting poisoned arrows in people's backs
Stabbing people in the kidney with a poisoned dagger

Favorite guilds:
None. Jarrod does not believe in organisations. He has joined the Thieves Guild, the Fighters Guild and the Mages Guild in order to 'aquire' usefull items.

Preferred equipment and tactics:
Bow and arrow, bladed weaponry, all coated wiht a generous amount of all sorts of poison.

Jarrod Ravirra is an ex-legionairre who's concept of a fair fight did not exactly correspond with the ideas of his superiors. Jarrod, for example, thought it was perfectly alright to kill off wounded foes, shoot people in the back and stab them whilst nobody was watching, only in order to display their entrails. Terror as such was a fine concept for Jarrod, who was never sqeamish about a little blood or guts. Eventually Jarrod served the Legion as part-time scout, assassin and spy. After a very unsuccesfull mission, Jarrod deceided he might better serve himself alive and outside the Legion. A simple robbery ended him in jail, and at the mercy of the Emperor. The rest will be history

[Aradinn]

ooo....so thy used it for Forgotten Realms...

[DorostheConqueror]

He's actually the Nordic god of courage.

Nordic god of "being a chump", more like it! I'm sorry, but sticking your hand into a giant wolf's mouth, especially when you know damn well your mates are going to [&@%!] him off in a minute, isn't courageous, it's daft. Oh sure, Thor and Heimdall were probably all like "Wow, Tyr, you sure are a standup guy! Real team player! Brave Tyr everyone, let's hear it for the god of courage! Huzzah!", but then when they got home they were all like "HA! Did you see the look on his face when that wolf bit 'im?! Coor blimey, what a chimpanzee. We should convince him to light himself on fire next; video tape it and put it up on Youtube, right?"

Although Aradinn is also correct: Forgotten Realms based one of their gods off of "RL" Tyr. FR also has Oghma (a god, instead of a book) and Talos (god, but not a good one, an AWESOME one).

Oh, and Coulsonj, it's actually four mods, and a whole bunch of console codes. The outerspace area I made myself (my Deep Heaven dungeon I mentioned before), the silly looking hair comes from something called "Babe Hair", the armor and gun are from a Japanese guy and is called "BLAME!", and the island where our heroine meets her unfortunate fate is the Akavarai Kojima Island mod. If you want, you can find all of them (except for the space mod) at TESNexus.

-edit- Actually, I lied. It's more like seven mods. The BLAME! armor uses Exnem's body mesh, the poses were made with Actors in Charge, and Actors needs OBSE to run properly. So seven, seven mods in total! Uh-huh-huh!

[Aradinn]

talos is the god of war in FR right? the one barbarians always sing to?

[DorostheConqueror]

He's the deity of storms, earthquakes, natural disasters, and generic destruction. CE, I think? I dunno. The war gods, IIRC, are guys like Tempus, Tyr, Helm, Grumsh, and Torm. Not sure who barbarians like, probably a mix of guys.

[DorostheConqueror]

One more.



Konstantinos Ravenwolf
aka Eustace Pigglesbottom III
Male Imperial, Level 1
Class: Mopey Teen
Specialization: Stealth
Attributes: Agility, Luck
Major Skills:

• Alchemy
  Destruction
  Conjuration
  Security
  Speechcraft
  Mercantile
  Athletics

Pictures:

• Ummm, not really?
  Don't tase me, bro!
  Yeah, that's what I'm gonna be like when I grow up... I'll show 'em... I'll show 'em all...
  Twenty years later!

Youngest son of the famed Imperial industrialist, Lord Julius Maxwell Pigglesbottom, Eustace answers any inquries as to his early childhood life by saying "It sucked." Like most children in Cyrodiil, he was sent off to work herding cows in the Summerset Isles "until his 18th birthday". However, young Eustace hated it there, and hormones raging, quickly fell in with a bad crowd.

Now calling himself "Konstantinos Ravenwolf, Protegee vampire and Poet of the Night", he spends his time alternately sulking, writing bad poetry, and complaining about mom and dad. Catch phrases include: "The Nine Divines are, like, totally a lie, man. Just to keep the sheep in line. I worship Daedra instead", "The best band on earth is *insert latest loud Khajiit minstrel troupe here*", "I wish I had money to go see MCR next weekend", "Hey man, pass the f'ing skooma already, you dumb Argonian", "Life sucks, parents suck, everything sucks," and "but Akavari cartoons aren't too bad". Two weeks ago, however, Konstantinos decided he'd had enough. "Screw Summerset Isles, man, screw these cows, none of the chicks talk to me and my friends all suck. I'm running away!"

And so he did.

Caught by the Imperial Legion not five hours after landing near the Imperial City, he nearly got them to let him go by pretending to be a midget, but ruined his chances when he started making rude oinking noises seconds after they set him free. Thrown in the Imperial City prison for "flagrant disrespect", "resisting arrest", "unconvincing pig immitations" and possible "First Degree Being-A-Child-In-Oblivion", the Fates finally smiled on Konstantinos when the Emperor himself released the boy. But smiling is gay, and happiness is for losers, so that sucked. Screw this, I'm going home and waiting for dad to get back from his yearly business trip to Morrowind.

(notes: uses setscale to make him a few feet shorter than everyone else, and gold console code commands to give him free run of his family's well-outfitted homes. Has severe issues with authority and doesn't do much except vandalize local landmarks and make an ass out of himself.)

[Baranor]

*slaps Doros in the face*

And that's for making me laugh before I had my morning coffee.

[weka]

Doros hasn't been here v. long, and yet already seems to be getting alot of face-slapping!!

[DorostheConqueror]

Maybe more slaps? BEHOLD:



Rolf the Uber
Male Nord, Level 99
Class: 1337 h4x0r
Mad Skillz:

• f'real son

Favorite Guilds:

• <-=BLOODLEGION=->
  Mousesports

Prefered equipment and tactis:

• Daedric everything, artifact weapons, tgm

Pictures:
QUICK I NEED CHEETCODE 4 GOLD BRAND
Who u callin SHORT?!?
LOL n00b wat now

High in the frozen northlands of Skyrim, legends tell of a near-forgotten Daedric Prince who, forsaking his immortality, came to Tamriel and sought to forge from the Nords he found there the perfect warrior, an invincible race of super-men, who would one day conquer the world. This Prince was named Munch, and the people he gathered to him became his Kin... the Munchkins.

The Munchkins were obsessed with power, and their culture demanded a tireless pursuit of Munch's vision of perfection. Elders would pour through tomes, quantifying strategies, reducing every action to mathematical forumalae in an effort to deduce the perfect training regimen, the perfect equipment balance, the perfect combat maneuver. Unfortunately, in a cruel twist of fate, their people slowly but surely lost their towering Nordic stature, and their booming Nordic voice. Perhaps it was a prank played on them by Sheogorath? Perhaps it was the price paid for prying into Things Which Mortal Men Must Not Know? Or maybe they simply got so wrapped up in trying to find ways to excel, they forgot to eat a properly balanced breakfast each morning?

Despite their tiny size and shrill, girlish voices, they were not to be taken lightly, as they tended to be astonishingly well equiped, and had no qualms about "cheating" both before and during combat with the baleful Daedric magicks know as "console codes", "trainers", and "warez hacks". At their height, their armies terrorized the Good Witches of the Northern Fjords, as well as trade routes for yards in every direction! But then, fifteen years ago, they suffered a humbling blow: the army of their greatest Warlord, <-=BLOODLEGION=->PK_hedshot, was soundly defeated by an Orcish alchemist, three Argonians With Weird Character Quirks, fifty-two Dark Elves named Drizzt who were orphaned at birth and became brooding but sensitive anti-heroes, and a cannibal who used sneak to simulate eating Lord PK_hedshot's fragged corpse.

Rolf's father, also named Rolf the Uber, was not at the battle (casting the bones had foretold "Great Lag", an inauspicious sign which prompted Rolf Sr to stay home and look at pr0n instead). Cast into diaspora by his people's defeat, Rolf Sr took his son and made his way to Morrowind, there to quest with the blood-crazed Argonian sniper, Im-Leet, for companions they would never find. Rolf the Younger accompanied his father for many long years, but his Munchkin blood made him impatient, and one night he confronted his father:

"DAD! We've been wandering around Tear for months now. Why don't we go back to Vivec? At least there we can camp spawnpoints, or start clan wars."

"Stupid boi! The Khajiit prophet told us that we'd find companions HERE, not in Vivec! I can feel it in my bones; Munch's Great Age of Mulitplayer is almost upon us."

"The Great Age, the Great Age, GOD, that's all you ever talk about these days. Do you really believe all that religious mumbo-jumbo?!"

"Watch your mouth, boi!oneone I haven't fragged anything in three days now, and I'm getting mighty sick of your lip."

"Oh yeah? And you know why you haven't fragged anything in three days, old man?" the younger Nord's eyes glinted with a sudden malevolent light. "because you're a...

n00b.

The word dripped off his tounge like the acidic bile of a Hunger. The greatest insult a Munchkin could use, directed against his own father!!! Perhaps it was said in haste, but the damage was done: his father rose, hand on the hilt of his blade, to strike his son down, but the son was too fast. Leaping to his feet, Rolf the Younger pushed his father backwards into the campfire, and turning, ran as fast as he could. Neither his father nor Im-Leet could catch him, and within a few days he was miles away, bound for places unknown. Now, years later, Rolf the Younger has taken his father's title and made his way to Cyrodiil, hell bent on proving himself to the world and restoring the glory and honor of his Clan. Arrested after thoroughly pwning a n00b who looked at him funny, he is now in the process of escaping the Imperial City dungeons. Soon, Tamriel shall taste the fury once again, of ROLF TEH UBER!!!

[Vesna]

*Slaps Doros in the Face*

That brings back horrible memories.....horrible......back when Quake 3 Arena was still popular......The diolog stuff.........by the nine.......

[Esvedium]

talos is the god of war in FR right? the one barbarians always sing to?

Wulfgar in particular is always singing to Tempus. Some of the other barbarian tribes sing to other gods when in battle, though.

[DorostheConqueror]

They're coming for you, UESP.net...



Bub
Male Zombie
Class: Zombie
Birthsign: Atronach
Specialization: Stealth
Attributes: Strength, Endurance
Major Skills:

• HandtoHand
  Sneak
  Blade
  Blunt
  Heavy Armor
  Light Armor
  Block

Pictures:

• Braaaaaiiiinnnnssss...
  BRAAAIIINSS!!!!
  uhhhhhhhrrrrr... urrrrr...

(editor's note: the following is an excerpt from a tattered journal found, heavily soiled and partially waterlogged, not far from the Anvil Lighthouse. Nothing has been added or changed; the reader is invited to draw his or her own conclusions)

• 10 Sun's Dawn, noon
  It's been one week since I was transfered out here. Mother Jirich insists that the Chapel needs an experienced military surgeon like myself to help tend to wounded sailors and townsfolk, what with the increase in pirate activity lately, but I can tell this sentiment isn't shared by the rest of the clergy, especially their chief healer, Laralthir. Will try and write more often.
  
  17 First Seed, 5:50 PM
  Workload has been steady. Usual cases: broken arms, sword wounds, scurvy, occasional mortuary work on drowning victims. Have been assigned a young Dunmer assisstant named Jihl; seems competent enough, although maybe not as experienced as I'd like. Reports of local livestock going missing or being killed in the night by unknown assailants- probably wolves, but the locals insist the wounds are not wolf bites. Animals aren't my speciality. Nothing else to report.
  
  1 Rain's Hand, 7:30 PM
  Have not had time to write for days. Last Tirdas, local herdsmen brought in three human bodies, all in advanced states of decay. Estimated time of deaths: four months prior. Personal affects on the bodies facilitated rapid positive identification; however, family members of the deceased claimed to have seen each subject alive and well between two months and three weeks ago. Further investigation revealed several anomalies... acute blood loss, abnormal tissue strength retention, severe trauma to the brain. Full details of autopsies in work logs for past week.
  
  
  3 Rain's Hand, 3:00 PM
  Have completed report on three bodies; each has been sent to be interned in family plots. A woman arrived this morning, asking questions about the bodies; said her name was "Julie" and claimed to be a priestess, but I've never seen a priestess wearing an outfit like THAT before. Gave her access to the work logs, but nothing more: the matter is out of my hands now. Perhaps I will send a copy to the Arcane University.
  
  5 Rain's Hand, 6:00 PM
  Local shepard boy has gone missing; possibly the wolves again. A pity, I met him once and he seemed brighter than the usual commonfolk. Will say a prayer to the Nine, but I suspect it may be too late.
  
  15 Rain's Hand, 11:36 PM
  Dragged from home an hour ago; they found the shepard, and, by the Nine, his condition is almost the same as the three cases from a few weeks ago! He's only been missing for a week; how could his body be in such an advanced state of decay? Will begin work in the Undercroft immediately.
  
  16 Rain's Hand, 2:50 AM
  BLOODY HELLS!!!! The boy wasn't dead!!!!
  
  Told Jihl I could handle it on my own; it was late and she should get some sleep. After she left, I began to catalogue the boy's personal affects... no signs of life, very visible tissue decay, and a fatal wound on the neck. HAD to of been fatal. I took my scalpel and began to make a primary incision in the boy's chest cavity, but as I did so, he raised his head and bit me, HARD, on the forearm. Harder than I've ever been bit, in fact! The shock caused me to drive the scalpel blade deep into his chest, killing him.. killing him... but, but he was already dead... he HAD to have been.
  
  Can do no more tonight. Wound is painful but not deep; bandaging my arm and will return in the morning, when my head clears.
  
  16 Rain's Hand, 5:30 PM
  Made no mention of what occured last night, nor of my wound. No need to trouble anyone. Hastily concluded autopsy on now very-dead shepard; can make no sense of what happened last night. Would say it was simply lack of sleep and fatigue playing tricks on me, but for the wound, which still stings. Perhaps if I see Julie again soon, I can mention it to her; she seems to know more than she's been letting on. Have a sudden craving for meat, red meat, will head down to pub and pick some up.
  
  17 Rain's Hand, 9:20 AM
  Sweet Talos... can barely sleep. Wound does not want to heal, appears to have become infected during the night, despite my efforts. Vaunted Battle Surgeon for the Imperial Navy, can't even stop a flesh wound from turning gangrenous? Must resist urge to scratch and concentrate on work...
  
  18 Rain's Hand, noon
  Could not... work... barely get out of bed. told laralthir it was a cold, would pass... no need to worry. asked her to send message to julie. ask her meet me by standing stone asap. rubbed elf-cup poultice on arm, should help, just take it easy and hope i don't develop fever. arm is horribly itchy; MUST NOT SCRATCH.
  
  19rain hand, night
  fever... during night... pain... flesh around arm turning black... whole body itches... skin... light hurting my eyes... might have to... amputate... wait for fever... pass... tell jihl in morning...
  
  rain on window, hand scratch
  itching... pain... high fever, is this dream? not sure, night or day... ate meat, old meat, meet rot with fleyes... but need eet soemthing... keep up stranth, for skraching...
  
  dark, cold
  were am i?!?! those [&@%!]! sumwon put me in the undercroft, like corpses of deaders... not corpse, im alayve, onlee fever, fever past. can c, feel hungree, but door loked so i kant get out and i rite in bohk nsted. stoopid larseer... so hungree... skin ich... want meets... skwishy meets...
  
  meet! meetmeetmeetmet
  jihl open door kum for me i sa im alayv but she skreem STUPID JIHL so i kil her stap her mouth an tayst the meet split her skull my arm ich i eet from skull poorjihlsotasty tasty tasty meet sum moar
  
  ...
  itchy tasty

[Bruffmeister]

WOW is that a mod for the PC? Why cant I have a PC that can play games .

[DorostheConqueror]

M'aiq says: No, no, it's in vanilla. To be a zombie, one must first play for 333 hours, eat 279 pumpkins, 876 nightshades, 1 poison apple, kill four children NPCs, two dragon creatures, every Cliffracer in the game, and finish the MQ by killing Dagon with punches. Then you use Levitate magic to fly to the lair of the King Zombie (just above Morrowind), let him bite you seventeen times (no more, no less), and finally, rest for one day in Porkchop's bedroll. You will then have a random 15% chance of contracting zombieness: but the chance is rolled at character creation, so if you don't become a zombie, you need to start a new game!



Or, PC users can check out http://tesnexus.com/downloads/file.php?id=10688. The best part? It adds you to the official Undead faction, so ghosts, skeletons, and necromancers all consider you their friend! Live in a monster-filled cave, and go dungeon-diving in a peaceful village or human-infested city? Sure, why not?