Post by Max452 on Jan 21, 2012 23:02:18 GMT -5
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Character's name: Dalien
Character's age: 23
Character's attitude: Smart, witty, mostly quiet, and has an undying loyality to those that treat him well. He loves to explore and loves to learn new things. He is sometimes wary of others because of the prejudice against his race. He is perceptive of others because of the misjudgments against him. He remembers nothing of his past which causes frustrations, but also allows him to be more aloof and accepting of others.
Character's Race: Dunmer (Dark Elf)
Character's appearance: Dalien has red eyes and an ash skin tone. He is 6 foot tall. Clean shaven and short black hair. He typically wears Nightingale armor on quests and adventures, but when he is not, he wears a black lightweight leather masked hooded outfit.
What he normally wears:
His nightingale armor: He wears it mostly to hide his face when he is traveling with his friend.
Character's allegiance: Neutral; to his friend that found him; he would never betray her.
Weapons: A curved sword that is slung on his back, a bow, and magic.
Other Info: He has anmesia so he remembers nothing about himself. He has an undying loyality to the woman who saved him. This woman is playable.
History: Dalien remembers nothing about himself. The only thing he remembers is waking up on the border of Skyrim and Morrowind, wounded. Near death, the gods spared him by allowing a traveling female warrior find him. Taking pity upon the dark elf, this woman patched him up and ever since then, Dalien has traveled with her, seeing the world. She even named him Dalien, after her late father whom she adored; he taught her everything she knows.
With no knowledge of some of the bias against his race, Dalien grew to learn the harsh realities of the world. As such, he would always wear a hooded mask to cover his startling characteristics. As time drew on, Dalien discovered that he was an excellent swordsmen and bowmen, and an intermediate magician. With these talents, he decided to not only travel with his friend, but to be her bodyguard, as she always loved to get herself into trouble by taking daunting quests and adventures. Now, Dalien just enjoys the company of his friend as they, together, seek adventure and purpose.
Role Play Sample: The moon was dim this night, uncharacteristic for this time of year, as it teasingly revealed an image of a wounded elf. Hissing in pain, the elf's red eyes shot open as he tried to figure out why he was here and hurt. His head throbbed and as his fingers touched the pained spot, he felt a liquid warmth. Blood. He thought, barely conscious as his other wounds shot out in pain. What happened? Where am I? Who am I? The elf wondered and before he could think anymore, he blacked out once more.
Shortly after, a woman, who was taking a detour to Skyrim, came dashing in to the elf's location. She instantly spotted him. She narrowed her eyes, unsure at first, but recalling her father's desire to help all in need, she hurried to the elf's aid. She carefully tended to him and managed to drag him onto her horse.
Taking him to a safer location, she tended to him more and waited patiently for him to heal, never leaving his side except to hunt. Nights passed, and the elf finally regained consciousness.
"Where am I?" He asked, immediately noticing the eyes of a woman.
"You are near the border of Skyrim." She responded, her voice soft, and a bit wary.
The elf gently rose, hissing in pain as he gripped his side.
"You are not yet healed." The woman reached over and gently pushed him down again. "Rest."
"Who are you? Who am I?"
The woman blinked. "You don't know who you are?"
"No...I cannot recall anything."
"You must have gotten hit harder than I suspected." Her voice was queried and...something else, pity? "I shall call you Dalien, then, if you wish."
"Dalien..." The elf tasted the name on his lips. "Thank you...for saving me...I will repay the favor."
"Ah, don't worry about it, Dalien." She smiled at him, but it faltered when he gently gripped her wrist.
"No. You saved me. I am indebted to you forever."
"Whatever."
"What is your name?" Dalien asked her,
"My name is ---" She stopped short, hearing a rustling in the woods. "We better get going, if you are able. The nights hold deadly fiends..."
Character's name: Dalien
Character's age: 23
Character's attitude: Smart, witty, mostly quiet, and has an undying loyality to those that treat him well. He loves to explore and loves to learn new things. He is sometimes wary of others because of the prejudice against his race. He is perceptive of others because of the misjudgments against him. He remembers nothing of his past which causes frustrations, but also allows him to be more aloof and accepting of others.
Character's Race: Dunmer (Dark Elf)
Character's appearance: Dalien has red eyes and an ash skin tone. He is 6 foot tall. Clean shaven and short black hair. He typically wears Nightingale armor on quests and adventures, but when he is not, he wears a black lightweight leather masked hooded outfit.
What he normally wears:
His nightingale armor: He wears it mostly to hide his face when he is traveling with his friend.
Character's allegiance: Neutral; to his friend that found him; he would never betray her.
Weapons: A curved sword that is slung on his back, a bow, and magic.
Other Info: He has anmesia so he remembers nothing about himself. He has an undying loyality to the woman who saved him. This woman is playable.
History: Dalien remembers nothing about himself. The only thing he remembers is waking up on the border of Skyrim and Morrowind, wounded. Near death, the gods spared him by allowing a traveling female warrior find him. Taking pity upon the dark elf, this woman patched him up and ever since then, Dalien has traveled with her, seeing the world. She even named him Dalien, after her late father whom she adored; he taught her everything she knows.
With no knowledge of some of the bias against his race, Dalien grew to learn the harsh realities of the world. As such, he would always wear a hooded mask to cover his startling characteristics. As time drew on, Dalien discovered that he was an excellent swordsmen and bowmen, and an intermediate magician. With these talents, he decided to not only travel with his friend, but to be her bodyguard, as she always loved to get herself into trouble by taking daunting quests and adventures. Now, Dalien just enjoys the company of his friend as they, together, seek adventure and purpose.
Role Play Sample: The moon was dim this night, uncharacteristic for this time of year, as it teasingly revealed an image of a wounded elf. Hissing in pain, the elf's red eyes shot open as he tried to figure out why he was here and hurt. His head throbbed and as his fingers touched the pained spot, he felt a liquid warmth. Blood. He thought, barely conscious as his other wounds shot out in pain. What happened? Where am I? Who am I? The elf wondered and before he could think anymore, he blacked out once more.
Shortly after, a woman, who was taking a detour to Skyrim, came dashing in to the elf's location. She instantly spotted him. She narrowed her eyes, unsure at first, but recalling her father's desire to help all in need, she hurried to the elf's aid. She carefully tended to him and managed to drag him onto her horse.
Taking him to a safer location, she tended to him more and waited patiently for him to heal, never leaving his side except to hunt. Nights passed, and the elf finally regained consciousness.
"Where am I?" He asked, immediately noticing the eyes of a woman.
"You are near the border of Skyrim." She responded, her voice soft, and a bit wary.
The elf gently rose, hissing in pain as he gripped his side.
"You are not yet healed." The woman reached over and gently pushed him down again. "Rest."
"Who are you? Who am I?"
The woman blinked. "You don't know who you are?"
"No...I cannot recall anything."
"You must have gotten hit harder than I suspected." Her voice was queried and...something else, pity? "I shall call you Dalien, then, if you wish."
"Dalien..." The elf tasted the name on his lips. "Thank you...for saving me...I will repay the favor."
"Ah, don't worry about it, Dalien." She smiled at him, but it faltered when he gently gripped her wrist.
"No. You saved me. I am indebted to you forever."
"Whatever."
"What is your name?" Dalien asked her,
"My name is ---" She stopped short, hearing a rustling in the woods. "We better get going, if you are able. The nights hold deadly fiends..."
