Tнe Elder Scrollѕ V: Sĸyrιм // Oρeи!

[★ nirvana,]

Zachariah offered her a light smile, although he was cringing inwardly at the female's hearty demeanor. This woman could probably crush him with just a pat on the back! The thought made him grimace as he imagined it. A squishy mage and a brutish orc.
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he turned back to the woman. "Your name?" he asked abruptly, but not unkindly.

[FrostTail]

"My apologies, pal. Call me Dris! You from round here, eh?" As her ale arrives she cheers the bartender and takes a swig. Wiping her mouth with her arm (may I mention in no ladylike form) and giving him a large smile, naturally large teeth jutting out in every which way

[★ nirvana,]

Zachariah shrugged his shoulders. "You could say that, yeah," he confirmed, looking away from the bride's ugly buck-teeth. He made sure to do this inconspicuously however, for he didn't want to offend the warrior and get her all riled up. "I wasn't born here, but I've been in Riften for a ... long time, you could say," he said, flashing Dris a grin with pointed fangs.
As a matter of fact, he'd been in Skyrim for about 300 years, and Riften itself 100. No one would ever be able to guess how old he was, what with his youthful appearance from the vampirism.

[Kiwani]

Name; Norok Darkfang
Age;; 22
Gender;; Male
Factions;; Thieves Guild
Race;; Nord
Sexuality;; Bisexual
Class;; Thief, in a sense a rogue

Hair Color;; White, ends between shoulder blades/Always has it tied up.
Eye Color;; Pale blue
Height;; 5'11"
Weight;; 175
Build;; He is lean, but has a slight muscular build
Other;; There are three scars that goes across the lower left part of his face, starts from the inner corner of the left eye and ends before it gets to his throat, while there are both claw marks and bite marks from a sabrecat attack on his right arm, and some claw marks on his side and stomach from the same attack.

Main Trait;; Laid back
[+] Traits;; Reliable to get things done, will help people if they need any, when he needs to keep a clear head he will not drink until whatever is needed to be done is done.
[-] Traits;; Troublesome, hard to get motivated to do anything, gets easily distracted if there was something that happened to catch his eyes
Likes;; Anything shiny, learning about the conjuration school, drinking mead, sleeping, joking
Dislikes;; Serious people, anybody who can't have a good time, not being able to drink mead, cabbages, having his sleep interrupted, anybody that steals from the less fortunate, having to go out to hunt every other day
Strengths;; Archery, lockpicking, will add more.
Weaknesses;; Will roleplay out

Crush;; Open
Boyfriend;; None
Girlfriend;; None
Husband;; None
Wife;; None
Offspring;; None

Other;; Norok unintentionally got himself turned into a vampire during a job for the Thieves Guild. He is a devout worshiper of Talos, yet he is a daedra worshiper of the Daedric Prince, Sanguine.

((Finished, I hope.))

[Wind Mage]

Matthias sighed and looked down at the drink in his hand, hoping that the workers here weren't going to miss one, little bottle. "Zachariah" The imperial murmured to himself. Muttering names was his own little thing. He did it to remember them better, but it rarely ever worked, anyway. "Say, Zachariah, do you hunt dragons often, or was it more of a one time thing?" he asked, trying to enter the conversation again.

(derp, gonna remember to center my posts)

[FrostTail]

The Orcs wide grin faltered as she noticed the fangs in her acquaintances smile. She turned her attention elsewhere, to the imperial, who she chuckled at. "He SPEAKS! Let's hear it." Her attention turns to Zachariah.

[Wind Mage]

Matthias chuckled in return, and took another quick swig of mead, before turning his gaze to the orc. "I'm afraid you've heard it all... Dris, was it?" he said, amused. With a small amount of effort, the mage pulled himself out of his leaning position, and chose a much more formal sitting one, instead. "If we're all spilling our names, you all can call me Matthias." he added.

[FrostTail]

"Can I call you Matt?" The Orc grinned, leaning back on her chair with an arm over the back. "It's shorter"

[leiah2]

[Was I accepted? : )]

[★ nirvana,]

{ - Everyone is accepted - }

Zachariah snorted. "No, thankfully," he replied. Honestly, he would make a terrible dragon hunter. He was more of a thief than anything, preferring to stick to the shadows rather than making himself known. It had only been by chance that he helped to finish off the dragon. Horrible creatures, they were.