Post by Max452 on Jan 23, 2012 17:28:50 GMT -5
Your username: Max452
Character's name: Silas Taurinus
Character's age: 25
Character's attitude: He is disciplined and has a strict honor code that he lives by. He does what he means and means what he says. He does have a fun side, but shows it only to close friends. He doesn't like the chaos that is roaming around at the moment, so he lives two lives: As an imperial officer he appears arrogant, pompeous, and higher-than-thou attitude. However, as his true self, he helps all those that are in need; kind, gentle, and giving.
Character's Race: Imperial
Character's appearance: (Clothes, hair, face, etc.): He's 6 feet tall, olive complexion, raven hair, hazel eyes. He wears Blade armor.
Character's allegiance: Empire, The Blades Faction
Weapons: Two Daedric Shortswords that are slung on his back, An Ebony bow and Ebony arrows.
Other Info: He's part of the Blade Faction. His ancestors have all been part of the Blades and were exceptional Dragonslayers. His Daedric blades were past down to him when he became apart of the faction from his father.
History: Silas was born in Cyrodiil and was raised at an early age to become apart of the Blade Faction in order to help rebuild it to its glory. However, as he grew, Silas doubted the resurrection of the Blades, but did his best to serve with honor as his father taught him. When he was 15 he would go with his father on quests to prove his worth and to earn the right to be invited as a Blade. Instilled with his father's dream, Silas completed many quests and earned himself a status worthy of a Blade. He was invited into the faction, and as a gift, he inherited his father's Daedric shortswords. He now, goes about, trying to figure out how to restore the Blades, but mostly, to find his own purpose in this upcoming war.
Role Play Sample: Silas' eyes glowed with excitement as his blades cut through its enemies. Blood gushed out, splattering his face; the warmth of it only caused his adrenaline to increase. Manuevering with elegance and skill, Silas fnished off the bandits that had attacked him.
"Where is your honor, fools?" Silas spat out the foreign blood in his mouth as he gazed down at the five dead men. "Attacking a man from behind...dishonorable." He shook his head. "May the gods rest your souls." He sighed and swipped his blades in the air, scattering the blood of it. He sheathed them behind his back. Silas glanced down the road, it was deceptively endless. He sighed. It seemed to remind him of his purposeless life at the moment. He only hoped the Blades would hurry up and organize itself. But for now, he would continue to do the assignments given to him. "For the emperor." He muttered as he continued on his journey.
Character's name: Silas Taurinus
Character's age: 25
Character's attitude: He is disciplined and has a strict honor code that he lives by. He does what he means and means what he says. He does have a fun side, but shows it only to close friends. He doesn't like the chaos that is roaming around at the moment, so he lives two lives: As an imperial officer he appears arrogant, pompeous, and higher-than-thou attitude. However, as his true self, he helps all those that are in need; kind, gentle, and giving.
Character's Race: Imperial
Character's appearance: (Clothes, hair, face, etc.): He's 6 feet tall, olive complexion, raven hair, hazel eyes. He wears Blade armor.
Character's allegiance: Empire, The Blades Faction
Weapons: Two Daedric Shortswords that are slung on his back, An Ebony bow and Ebony arrows.
Other Info: He's part of the Blade Faction. His ancestors have all been part of the Blades and were exceptional Dragonslayers. His Daedric blades were past down to him when he became apart of the faction from his father.
History: Silas was born in Cyrodiil and was raised at an early age to become apart of the Blade Faction in order to help rebuild it to its glory. However, as he grew, Silas doubted the resurrection of the Blades, but did his best to serve with honor as his father taught him. When he was 15 he would go with his father on quests to prove his worth and to earn the right to be invited as a Blade. Instilled with his father's dream, Silas completed many quests and earned himself a status worthy of a Blade. He was invited into the faction, and as a gift, he inherited his father's Daedric shortswords. He now, goes about, trying to figure out how to restore the Blades, but mostly, to find his own purpose in this upcoming war.
Role Play Sample: Silas' eyes glowed with excitement as his blades cut through its enemies. Blood gushed out, splattering his face; the warmth of it only caused his adrenaline to increase. Manuevering with elegance and skill, Silas fnished off the bandits that had attacked him.
"Where is your honor, fools?" Silas spat out the foreign blood in his mouth as he gazed down at the five dead men. "Attacking a man from behind...dishonorable." He shook his head. "May the gods rest your souls." He sighed and swipped his blades in the air, scattering the blood of it. He sheathed them behind his back. Silas glanced down the road, it was deceptively endless. He sighed. It seemed to remind him of his purposeless life at the moment. He only hoped the Blades would hurry up and organize itself. But for now, he would continue to do the assignments given to him. "For the emperor." He muttered as he continued on his journey.
