Post by aiden on Jan 25, 2012 22:06:54 GMT -5
Your username: Aiden
Character's name: Velir Indoril, male
Character's age: 40 human years
Character's attitude: Velir likes to stay in the shadows and use his magic and skills with his bow to remove targets before they realize he's there. He has a strong attachment to magic and shadows, but he is not evil, nor is he a shining example of justice. He does what he thinks is best for himself, and any who may be helping him. He is a kind of mercenary, but he does hold to an ethical code of conduct, never taking a job that directly harms women and children, or any he considers "innocent."
Character's Race: Dunmer (Dark Elf)
Character's appearance: Velir tends to wear chain mail armor, including gloves and boots, but no helmet. Over this, he wears a flowing gray cloak. His hair is a soft silver color, and his eyes are a deep green.
EDIT: Forgot his height lol. He's about 5'9", rather tall for a Dark Elf.
Character's allegiance: Velir's allegiance is to himself.
Weapons: Velir wears a scimitar on his side, though he rarely uses it. He prefers to use summoned weapons and stay in the shadows, striking where the opportunity presents itself. Since he uses summoned weapons, he has access to knives, daggers, bows, axes, and swords. However, he prefers to use bows or short swords, and he is skilled in both.
Other Info: Velir is skilled in Conjuration, Alteration, and Destruction magics.
History: Velir Indoril was born in the south of Skyrim, near the city of Riften. His birth was illegitimate and he never knew his father. Velir grew up with his mother, running errands into Riften for her and maintaining the small garden behind their modest home near the lake. Since he spent so much time out by himself, his mother often insisted upon him learning to defend himself. As a result, Velir began developing his magical abilities, starting first with Destruction magic. As time wore on, it became clear that he was also gifted with Conjuration and Alteration magics, becoming a Master in all three schools of magic. Since he was skilled at Conjuration magic, Velir began teaching himself how to use the various weapons now instantly available to him, focusing on the sword and bow. When he reached the age of thirty years, by human reckoning, his mother was killed in a bandit raid. Now no longer tied to the land of his birth, he began wandering the wilds, honing his skills and earning money by completing the odd mercenary work scattered around Skyrim.
Role Play Sample: Velir Indoril hid in the shadows, a conjured bow weightless in his hands. He marked the target out in the plains beneath him. He had been tracking his target for three days now, following it silently as it moved from the high mountain passes down to the flowing plains around Whiterun. It had been a difficult and agonizingly slow journey, but the payment promised upon completion made it worth the effort. His target looked about, feeling comfortable and alone. Drawing back on the bow, pulling the ethereal string back to his cheek, the semi-transparent arrow knocked and steady, he sighted upon the target. A smile touched Velir's lips as he watched it, unaware of its own impending death. A howl echoed through the night, splitting the air like lightning through clouds. Holding his breath, steadying his arm, Velir released the arrow at the shifting werewolf.
Character's name: Velir Indoril, male
Character's age: 40 human years
Character's attitude: Velir likes to stay in the shadows and use his magic and skills with his bow to remove targets before they realize he's there. He has a strong attachment to magic and shadows, but he is not evil, nor is he a shining example of justice. He does what he thinks is best for himself, and any who may be helping him. He is a kind of mercenary, but he does hold to an ethical code of conduct, never taking a job that directly harms women and children, or any he considers "innocent."
Character's Race: Dunmer (Dark Elf)
Character's appearance: Velir tends to wear chain mail armor, including gloves and boots, but no helmet. Over this, he wears a flowing gray cloak. His hair is a soft silver color, and his eyes are a deep green.
EDIT: Forgot his height lol. He's about 5'9", rather tall for a Dark Elf.
Character's allegiance: Velir's allegiance is to himself.
Weapons: Velir wears a scimitar on his side, though he rarely uses it. He prefers to use summoned weapons and stay in the shadows, striking where the opportunity presents itself. Since he uses summoned weapons, he has access to knives, daggers, bows, axes, and swords. However, he prefers to use bows or short swords, and he is skilled in both.
Other Info: Velir is skilled in Conjuration, Alteration, and Destruction magics.
History: Velir Indoril was born in the south of Skyrim, near the city of Riften. His birth was illegitimate and he never knew his father. Velir grew up with his mother, running errands into Riften for her and maintaining the small garden behind their modest home near the lake. Since he spent so much time out by himself, his mother often insisted upon him learning to defend himself. As a result, Velir began developing his magical abilities, starting first with Destruction magic. As time wore on, it became clear that he was also gifted with Conjuration and Alteration magics, becoming a Master in all three schools of magic. Since he was skilled at Conjuration magic, Velir began teaching himself how to use the various weapons now instantly available to him, focusing on the sword and bow. When he reached the age of thirty years, by human reckoning, his mother was killed in a bandit raid. Now no longer tied to the land of his birth, he began wandering the wilds, honing his skills and earning money by completing the odd mercenary work scattered around Skyrim.
Role Play Sample: Velir Indoril hid in the shadows, a conjured bow weightless in his hands. He marked the target out in the plains beneath him. He had been tracking his target for three days now, following it silently as it moved from the high mountain passes down to the flowing plains around Whiterun. It had been a difficult and agonizingly slow journey, but the payment promised upon completion made it worth the effort. His target looked about, feeling comfortable and alone. Drawing back on the bow, pulling the ethereal string back to his cheek, the semi-transparent arrow knocked and steady, he sighted upon the target. A smile touched Velir's lips as he watched it, unaware of its own impending death. A howl echoed through the night, splitting the air like lightning through clouds. Holding his breath, steadying his arm, Velir released the arrow at the shifting werewolf.
