Elder Scrolls Side Rp Character Creation Sheet.

[BetaWülf]

Okie dokie, lets get this ball rolling!

RP is set during Oblivion, so make sure you know what your character's species was up to at the time. We will be on the fringes of Black Marsh, with Daedra and Argonians battling for dominance over the area, so it will be primarily Daedra(Dremora, Daedroths, Scamps, Clannfear), and the Mortal races(You know them, also swanky little fiends you can play as in game).

Name:(What yo name?)
Race:(What yo race?)
Gender:(What's going on down there?)
Age:(How long have you been annoying the hold guards? :3)

Specific Allegiance:(Delete if they have no starting Allegiance.)

Appearance:(What do you look like? Pictures and Words are always nice.)

Biography:(Where did you come from, why are you here now?)

Followers:(Who is following you? Can be a humanoid or animal follower.)

Equipment:(What crap are you hauling around with you?)

Name: Draethus of Clan Skull-rend
Race: Dremora
Gender: Male
Age: 647

Specific Allegiance: Mehrunes Dagon(on lone from Malacath whom he served before)

Appearance:

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Biography: Draethus was born and raised in the Skull-rend Clan of Dremora under the rule of Mehrunes Dagon, where he learned to to fight with honor, and learned a great many skills, both of the blade and magic, all of which were for violence. When he came to be old enough to wander on his own, he went into the service of the Daedric Prince Malacath, who he deemed to be an honorable and brutal Lord worthy of a servant as powerful as he.

He served Malacath for years untold, before Mehrunes Dagon called upon the Dremora to serve him in battle, which Draethus was only somewhat enthusiastic about. While he loved battle, he did not particularly destruction for the sake of destruction, and so would have happily stayed in the service of Malacath. However, Malacath loned out Draethus to Mehrunes, for reasons unknown to the Dremora Lord.

Followers: A Regiment of Daedra(a hundred Dremora, eight Daedroths, fifty Clannfear, and two hundred scamps).

Equipment: A full set of Daedric Armor, a Daedric Greatsword, A Daedric war axe, and a Daedric bow and arrows.

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Name: Argoth
Race: Argonian
Gender: Male
Age: 33

Specific Allegiance: An-Xileel

Appearance:

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Argoth beating up a puny normal sized Argonian

Biography: Argoth was born and raised in the swamps of Black Marsh, in a small Tribe that competed fiercely and violently with its neighbors and the local flora and fauna. This harsh life toughened him up and made him horrendously fierce(even for his Tribe), but he also grew to be a very large Argonian, well muscled and incredibly strong from the hard labor that was needed to survive in Black Marsh.

In more recent years, he had traveled around Tamriel in search of battle and glory, and to increase his skills and learn the craft of battle to its fullest. When he heard news of the Oblivion Crisis, he traveled home as fast as he could, and found the Daedra of Mehrunes Dagon already on Black Marsh's doorstep. He joined the An-Xileel, and rose through the ranks after several successful skirmishes to Command a Troop of his fellow Argonians.

Followers: Argoth commands a Troop of Argonians(Fifty Argonians)

Equipment: Ancient Nord armor, Stormcloak Officer gauntlets and boots(equivalent to them, since they do not exist yet since the Rebellion wont happen for a loooooong time yet), Executioners Axe, Dawnguard axe(I guess an artifact from the original Dawnguard?), Imperial Shield.

[Faclan]

Name: 'Walks-This-Way'
Race: Argonain
Gender:Male
Age: 26

Specific Allegiance: Mages Guild of Cyrodill(Warlock), now Caster in the An-Xileel Defense Force.

Appearance: Click here for the bigger picture

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Biography: While born in Argonian, or Black Marsh, Walks didn't grow up there as his parents made the trip to Cyrodil shortly after the traditional Naming Day ceremony. After ingesting the Hist Sap and given a name that was pretty much impossible for non-Argonians to pronounce he was taken from Black Marsh and into Cyrodill.

They settled in Leyawiin at the recommendation of many of their colleges that also lived there, and after a bit of time of living in the Commons house they were able to get their own small home to raise their son. His parents helped around the towns Alchemy shop and Mages Guild as both were proficient potion makers, using the coin they would make doing this to life a comfortable life, and when their son was old enough used the good will they had from the Mages Guild to enroll their son as an Associate.

Its at the Mages Guild where Walks has since spent nearly all of his life, learning things like reading and writing while he was still a child, how to cast basic spells when a teenager, and when coming of age starting to travel to the other Cities of Cyrodill to further his rank in the Guild. It was during this traveling that he was given his name by his fellow Guild Mates - as there weren't many Argonians in the more northern cities and so they were always happy to see him walking their way toward their town.

Walks loved all of this, and was becoming a proficient Mage in all schools of magic as he continued to grow in the Guild. But he soon picked his specialization to be Alteration - because fuck yeah Telekinesis. The children of the cities also loved to see him practice and their smiles made him love to be doing what he was doing.

But all of the Argonians that had been connected to the Hist during their naming Day heard the distant calls to return home. Warned of Invasion and fire to their swamp home. Rushing from the Imperial City to Leyawiin he conferred with his parents and confirmed that they had heard it too...but they were old at this time, and doubted they could make it in their swampy homeland after a life of comfortable living. But Walks had spent his entire life walking and often running as well as fighting with magic. So with their best wishes to stay safe Walks set off toward the border to join the resistance. The people of Cryodill still unaware of the danger that would soon break through the divide between the planes...

Followers: None

Equipment: Enchanted, now very muddy, Mages robe and hood from the Mages Guild, and then steel gauntlets and boots, for defense in melee combat and quick movement through the swamps of Argonia. For weapons he carries a destruction staff but often just leaves it over his back for when he is drained of Magicka to keep his two hands free for duel handed casting - his favorite kind. If all else fails he has a steel shortsword attached to his hip as well, but has only had basic teaching with it.

Spells known;

Destruction (Adept) - Fire, Frost, Lightning rune, Ice storm, Fireball, Sparks.

Restoration (Apprentice) - Healing hands (Heal other), Steadfast Ward, Healing (HoT self)

Conjuration (Adept) - Banish Daedra, Flaming Familiar, Bound Sword.

Alteration (Expert) - Paralyze, Ironflesh, Candlelight, Detect life, Telekinesis, Equilibrium.

Illusion (Adept) - Rally, Muffle, Clairvoyance.

[Samuel Murray]

Name: Neldam Ulven
Race: Dunmer
Gender: Male
Age: 133 Years 

Specific Allegiance: House Hlaalu, Camonna Tong, Tribunal Worshiper 

Appearance:(Will upload my pictures soon)

Biography:
    Neldam Ulven was born in 3E 333, during the Frostfall season. Born under the sign of the Tower, Neldam could always be known for having a thirst for gold and power. He was born in Seyda Neen, to a small noble family, Family Ulven. Growing up, Neldam always viewed his father as someone who was seeking profits, and bringing a successful business towards his Great House. Little did he know that his father was actually a member of the Camonna Tong, a local crime syndicate that had control of the Great House. 

     As Neldam grew up he learned the ways of nobility and was being groomed to become an intricate member of House Hlaalu. He quickly moved from the backwater town of Seyda Neen and towards his family's plantation in Narsis, where he tended towards his family's business. Though some members of House Hlaalu viewed slavery as outdated, many continued to keep slaves to serve their purpose, Neldam and his family were one of those families.  

    Neldam like many of his fellow Dunmer are prejudiced against the other races, though as Neldam has begun to become more involved in Camonna Tong affairs he has taken on a more xenophobic attitude. He and a small band of Camonna Tong have decided to use the Black Marsh Crises as the perfect opportunity to bring more slaves back to Morrowind and Vvardenfell.

Followers: Five Camonna Tong Members, Five Pack Guar

Equipment: Dreugh Armor, a few minor potions, shackles, slave collars, Iron Shortsword

Spells Known:
Summon Ancestral Ghost
Basic Fire Destruction Spell

[Faclan]

Ooooh a third side to the battle, I LIKE IT!

Will be fun Samuel Murray.....YOU SLAVERING SCUM! >:c (<3)

[Huka]

Super late but finally pushed through one block to get this at least done for a good read.

Name: Swift-Knife
Race: Vampiric Argonian (Berne)
Gender: Male
Age: 37

Specific Allegiance: Dark Brotherhood

Appearance: Swift-Knife is a brutish creature refined; when he was once an Argonian born from purposeful breeding of his Master's attempt to create a perfect guard for his library of tomes and secrets. Standing an imposing 6'5" on thick digitigraded legs and weighing a little over two hundred pounds of pure muscle under his slight bronze-yet unusually pale-scales, the Argonian appears to be a upright crocodile from the abuse of alternation magicks. Armed with flesh-rending claws on the end of his powerful hands and feet, this natural lethality is furthered by the sharpened bone of his tail into a practical spear. Known to stare with heavy, intense eyes of sulfur color, they tend to burn with dark malice during heavy tension or hunger. Lining his jaws is a multitude of finely-attended teeth from snout to the near corners, the protruding length of the front fangs are more thickly based and ‘curved’ in a unique fashion; made to pierce and hold no matter the prey. Within these skull-crushing jaws is a sickly-green mouth with a ribbed tongue is more...alien than it looks.

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Biography:
Born from the slave pens under the Shadow with a collected egg cluster and selected with twelve others by a cruel Telvanni Master-the root of the Assassin-to-be's malice and father to the beast-to become protectors to his obsessed library of arcane knowledge and slave methods of improvement for all of his life. Deformed into what he is via fleshcrafting and magics, it was by a sheer force of will and hope that the slave escaped when he did from the tall tower that have been his seemingly-eternal prison. While managing to escape from Morrowind with scars of mental, psychological and physical placement, the Argonian known to be Swift-Knife could never let go of his hate.

No...it was the Hate that fueled him after the sound of Her encouragement. It was the Hate that allowed him to kill his former Master's slave-hunters at the border, leaving little more than clothes and splintered bones for any more to find...but it was also the hate that killed the old Dunmer woman who nursed him back to health after drifting down a river from his wounds in attacking a caravan to very few survivors out of self-preservation. Subdued and captured by the Imperial Guards of Cyrodiil, the slave rotted in another prison for nearly two decades with insanity already drifting in the form of a Beast. Exactly as his Master envisioned for him. Yet, he kept living. Despite the prods and punishments suffered, the Argonian continued to live. 

One day of opportunity came for him; in the form of his warden's prideful taunts being too close to the Beast who've broke his chains in the dark cell. Spearing his weaponized tail through the bars and taking his taste of bloody vengeance, Swift-Knife escaped the city prison with more of his keepers killed in his wake for the slip into the sewers. There they will never catch him again. There, a Speaker appears to him in the sliver of moonlight with the gift of a virgin blade and promise of a like-minded family.

The call of his true destiny and his inevitable service to the Void embraced without regret. A Beast with a purpose. Why does he appear in the Black Marsh during this crisis of Oblivion, no one but he knows.

Followers:
A large and graceful mare with the darkest of manes and inky pelt, eyes of infernal rubies that hold a sinister intelligence, called by her previous owner as ‘Shadowmare’.

Equipment:
Swift-Knife wears a ragged trappings of void-black robes Khajiiti-weaved yet torn and weathered from battles and numerous conditions over his short service to his one mortal Mentor, kept together with dark leather belts and the slightest show of a daedric breastplate, along with the visible wear to a morbid-crafted copper amulet known as Cruelty’s Heart and a pitch black band with a brass core around his right ring finger. He carries a multitude of weapons fit for any combat situation; initially with a vampiric elven dagger known to him as Sufferthorn and a similar-fated daedric dagger called the Crimson Eviscerator. However, his signature weapon comes in the form of a wretched ebony-forged dagger, the Blade of Woe-but when range is required, the assassin brandish a steel bow with bosmeri-wood called Shadowhunt with his carried quiver of elven arrows.

When not wearing his enigmatic garbs, the dark Argonian wears a black and burgundy outfit of exquisite tastes with his hood and a certain 'aura' warning of enchantments to its gleaming trimmings with a pair of odd leather boots bearing similar auras. As a personal upfront weapon, he carries a rather aged dwarven longsword inlaid with ebony and fiery enchantment in the ruby clamped in the pommel.