Post by Firestar on Jan 28, 2012 16:43:11 GMT -5
Your username: Firestar
Character's name: Ruined-Tail
Character's age: 25
Character's attitude: Ruin is curious and full of adventure, and somewhat shy. Usually something about his presence tends to drive people away. He says it is the aura of death that follows him. He is disillusioned by the gods, seeing no point in worshipping them if they promise nothing in return. He often wonders about the concepts of morality.
Character's Race: Argonian
Character's appearance: Ruin has reddish scales with green accents beneath his eyes, and above his scales are dark brown. He has spines sticking out in all directions from his head. His tail is a mass of scars, from which he got his name. He always wears a blue mage's hood and daedric armor.
Character's allegiance: Neutral
Weapons: Ruined-Tail is a master bladesman and destructionist. He uses an enchanted silver sword that absorbs the health of his opponent. Of destruction, he primarily uses lightning spells.
Other Info:
History: Ruin was born under the sign of the Shadow. As such, he was taken from birth and trained by the Dark Brotherhood to be a Shadowscale assassin. His trainers here heartless and taught him to hold no emotions but anger and hatred. Growing up, he had no concept of good or evil.
Once when he was fifteen, he and a few other fellow Shadowscales were sent to kill a priest who was speaking out against Sithis and everything the Dark Brotherhood stood for. The priest had been expecting them and managed to fight them off for a short time, killing one of the assassins. Out of furious desire for revenge, Ruin and the rest of the Shadowscales beat him, then took him out to the woods that was infested with vicious wild animals. There, they cut the tendons of the priest's ankles and watched as the ravenous beasts came.
Ruined-Tail became bothered by the sight, which haunted him even as the years went by and he ascended through the ranks of the Shadowscales. How was it that a god could allow so devout a priest be killed in such a manner, whereas his fellow assassin, who had not even thought highly of Sithis, was given a quick and almost painless death?
Ruin's conscience finally started to catch up with him when he was sent to kill an innocent Breton child. Standing over her, blade ready, he decided right then and there that to kill the child would be wrong. So he defied his superiors, left the child alive, and ran away from the Shadowscales and the Dark Brotherhood, hiding from them. He is now staying in the Imperial City, wondering about the strange concepts of morality and good and evil. Perhaps someone will come along who will be able to point him in the right direction.
Role Play Sample:
Ruined-Tail sat among the spectators in the arena, watching as one after another, the combatants slaughtered each other. Everyone around him cheered with pure excitement. Ruin could taste it in the air.
He'd heard some in the other districts of the city speak of the evils of the arena. He wondered at it...was it wrong to kill other men for sport or for gold? Was it wrong to place a wager on who you think the victor might be? When so many found such enjoyment out of the arena, how could it be wrong? And yet those few had been so adamant.
Ruin never stopped wondering.
Character's name: Ruined-Tail
Character's age: 25
Character's attitude: Ruin is curious and full of adventure, and somewhat shy. Usually something about his presence tends to drive people away. He says it is the aura of death that follows him. He is disillusioned by the gods, seeing no point in worshipping them if they promise nothing in return. He often wonders about the concepts of morality.
Character's Race: Argonian
Character's appearance: Ruin has reddish scales with green accents beneath his eyes, and above his scales are dark brown. He has spines sticking out in all directions from his head. His tail is a mass of scars, from which he got his name. He always wears a blue mage's hood and daedric armor.
Character's allegiance: Neutral
Weapons: Ruined-Tail is a master bladesman and destructionist. He uses an enchanted silver sword that absorbs the health of his opponent. Of destruction, he primarily uses lightning spells.
Other Info:
History: Ruin was born under the sign of the Shadow. As such, he was taken from birth and trained by the Dark Brotherhood to be a Shadowscale assassin. His trainers here heartless and taught him to hold no emotions but anger and hatred. Growing up, he had no concept of good or evil.
Once when he was fifteen, he and a few other fellow Shadowscales were sent to kill a priest who was speaking out against Sithis and everything the Dark Brotherhood stood for. The priest had been expecting them and managed to fight them off for a short time, killing one of the assassins. Out of furious desire for revenge, Ruin and the rest of the Shadowscales beat him, then took him out to the woods that was infested with vicious wild animals. There, they cut the tendons of the priest's ankles and watched as the ravenous beasts came.
Ruined-Tail became bothered by the sight, which haunted him even as the years went by and he ascended through the ranks of the Shadowscales. How was it that a god could allow so devout a priest be killed in such a manner, whereas his fellow assassin, who had not even thought highly of Sithis, was given a quick and almost painless death?
Ruin's conscience finally started to catch up with him when he was sent to kill an innocent Breton child. Standing over her, blade ready, he decided right then and there that to kill the child would be wrong. So he defied his superiors, left the child alive, and ran away from the Shadowscales and the Dark Brotherhood, hiding from them. He is now staying in the Imperial City, wondering about the strange concepts of morality and good and evil. Perhaps someone will come along who will be able to point him in the right direction.
Role Play Sample:
Ruined-Tail sat among the spectators in the arena, watching as one after another, the combatants slaughtered each other. Everyone around him cheered with pure excitement. Ruin could taste it in the air.
He'd heard some in the other districts of the city speak of the evils of the arena. He wondered at it...was it wrong to kill other men for sport or for gold? Was it wrong to place a wager on who you think the victor might be? When so many found such enjoyment out of the arena, how could it be wrong? And yet those few had been so adamant.
Ruin never stopped wondering.
