Tнe Elder Scrollѕ V: Sĸyrιм // Oρeи!

[FrostTail]

She laughed, taking his evasion light heartedly. She knew people who had something to hide, of course, but even if she had caught some menace to his response, She probably would have kept it to herself anyway. "Well, cheers to gold." She offered her ale.

[Kveykva]

Nicholas Storm
"I'm the Son of Death. So what?"

Age: 27
Gender: Male
Factions: None
Race: Breton
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Class: Warrior/Necromancer
Complexion: Pale
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Deep violet
Height: 5'10
Weight: 150 pounds
Build: Lean
Main Trait: Quick-witted
[+] Traits: Friendly, playfully sarcastic, motivational, understanding, resourceful
[-] Traits: socially awkward, impulsive when speaking his thoughts, not yet familiar with social customs of the living
Likes: Peace, being alone, good jokes, sparring
Dislikes: Show-offs, arrogance, needless death, rats (including skeevers)
Strengths: Sword fighting, necromancy, telling very convincing lies
Weaknesses: Having a normal conversation, people, rats
Crush: None, open
Girlfriend/Wife: None, also open
Offspring: None
Other: He is the son of Death, but really doesn't like to brag about it. For this reason, his skills at summoning the undead and trapping souls is incredible, allowing him to call upon powerful undead creatures from the Soul Cairn and other lands of the dead, but that's about the only magic he knows. Also, growing up he spent more time surrounded by the dead than anything else, leaving him unsure of how to act around the living.

(Hello! May I join?)

[Wind Mage]

omg three pages have passed//))
What did I miss?))

[lion's tooth]

Sorosi
Sorosi Nitrel nodded and made her way to the door,
sir pressing and urge to bow her head as if she were
once again that modest priestess of Azura. She did
however settle for opening the door for the assassin
and allowing her to pass through first.

Name;;Sorosi
Race;;Dunmer
Age;;Twenty-Two
Location;;Dawnstar
Sanctuary
Tags;; Dawnstar -
Phydra

Nothing really. Mostly Jriska and
Zachariah talking. And OOC stuff.

[★ nirvana,]

Zachariah snorted. "Cheers, then," he said, tipping the orc's cup of ale in return."And what, may I ask, do you so for a living?" he questioned, considering Dris seemed rather curious about his own occupation.

{ - Accepted! I have writer's block - }

[x-the-pridelander-x]

Name; Mahek
Age;; 24
Gender;; male
Factions;; Thieves Guild
Race;; Argonian
Sexuality;; heterosexual
Class;; rouge

Feather Color;; purple
Eye Color;; mint green
Height;; 6'2
Weight;; 194 lbs
Build;; slender, lean

Main Trait;; deceiving
[+] Traits;; well-mannered, quick-witted, brave
[-] Traits;; slightly arrogant, bad-tempered
Likes;; the ocean, the dark, solitude ( not the capitol XD ), hunting, stealing
Dislikes;; authority, weaklings, non-argonains, getting caught
Strengths;; one-handed weapons ( daggers in particular ), sneaking, speech
Weaknesses;; social interactions, crapped spaces

Crush;; n/a; open
Girlfriend/Wife;; n/a
Offspring;; n/a

I'd love to join if applications are still open! ♥

[Kurocatalyst]

{ Repost please. }

[Kveykva]

(Alright! So would anyone happen to have a character open?)

[Kiwani]

((Well, I'm supposed to do something with Leiah2, but you could say mine is open. He's at the Dead Man's Drink in Falkreath.))

[Kveykva]

(Alright, thank you)

Nicholas Storm
"I'm the Son of Death. So what?"
Tagged:

Nicholas opened the door of the tavern, the buzz of conversation inside actually calming him for once. He'd had a long, and rather disappointing day he'd rather forget about. He sat down at the bar and dropped a few septims on the wood. He didn't often drink, but today was one of those days when he wanted nothing more than a glass of mead to wet his throat.