Skyrim- Accepting!

[Kurocatalyst]

Kira/Werewolf;
Her nose burnt as a smell came to her over sensitive nose. She groaned unhappily after her meat was gone. She walked over to Thrush and looked over her shoulder. "I'll be right back." Kira bolted and then came back and dropped some ingredients into a bowl. "Garlic, Fire Salt and Jazbay Grapes."

[Wind Mage]

"What are these for..?" Thrush asked. As far as she was concerned, her spices were just fine.

(Derp post of derp)

[chamomile.]

Username:
Hello, I'm Chamomile.
Name:
M'ava
Age:
19, but claims he is 21.
Race:
Khajiit
Gender:
Male
Personality:
M'ava is fairly full of himself, and has a bad habit of boasting. His sarcastic and goading tone often gets him in trouble. M'ava is very sly and manipulative when it helps himself, and just adds to the khajiit stereotype. But when he relaxes a bit, he likes to joke around and have fun.
History (optional):
M'ava came from a very loving family that found itself in financial trouble when M'ava was about 14. M'ava, against his parent's wishes, would go out and steal gold and items to sell. M'ava started out just pick pocketing little thing that he wouldn't get caught for, but as time went on M'ava became bolder and bolder, robbing whole houses in the night. M'ava ended up getting caught as he emptied the valuables from a richer home, and was sentenced to many years in prison for his crimes. About four months into his sentence M'ava managed to escape, and never had the courage to return to his family after that.
Description or picture (Include clothing/armor):
here. M'ava wears a mix of light armor, mostly consisting of leather. M'ava wears earrings, and isn't a big fan of shoes. He wears a belt that has potions and tiny bags stringed all along it, and carries a messenger styled bag when he is traveling.
Fighting Style (Include weapons, shouts, and magic):
M'ava isn't a strong nor honorable fighter, preferring to hide in the shadows and shoot others with his bow or poison tipped knives. he uses a tiny bit of magic for healing, but prefers to use potions.
Weakness:
M'ava is incredibly afraid of going underground, and is very superstitious. Not to mention the fact that he isn't a very strong fighter and will most likely loose in a fair fight.
Occupation (If any):
M'ava has a shop over in whiterun that he sells good he has "rehomed".
House (If any):
Not any real house.
Children (If any):
Nope
Crush or Significant Other (If any):
Let's find out if M'ava has a crush ewe

[lion's tooth]

Duviyn
Duviyn Varo put his book away once more and looked up. "Alright
then, Eurtha, I'll see you sometime for a commission," he said and
made his way to the door, propping it open for Palidir. "There you
are," he said, his voice returning to a more casual tone. "Try not
to go spreading news of that place around, Eurtha likes a low pr-
ofile. Less attention, less chance chance of thieves you know." He
said, not really sure what he meant to do next.

Name;;Duviyn
Race;;Imperial
Age;;27
Location;;Riften
Tags;; Faulonor

Wb, sorry. Just learned
an old friend had passed.

[dovah]

Hi guys! Sorry I haven't posted in a while, I was packing. We're going on vacation so I won't be on for like a week. I hope that's okay ;3;)

[Sperophim]

{Accepted}

Za'ji simply chuckled quietly to herself, leaning back in her chair and soaking in the glares the other Oculatus Agents directed at her she never would have guessed that this was Aurelus' brother, the two were so very different. She knew he'd have no problem using any means necessary to get information out of her, yet Auguseethus seemed almost reluctant to harm her. Still, it was fun to watch him squirm, struggling with his pathetic sense of morality. She did hope someone would get the idea of using magic of some kind on her, that way she'd have something to pretend to be afraid of.

Auguseethus punched the doorframe as he went back in. He gave an almost pleading look to a few of his fellow agents, as if asking for help in interrogating the assassin. Suddenly someone conjured up a big Daedra.

{Ack sorry that was stupid. I'm kinda preoccupied with stuff.}

[chamomile.]

M'ava|Male|19|Thief|Khajiit|Heading to Riften|

M'ava yawned, stretching his arms one at a time. The khajiit had been walking to Riften for a few days now, and was very tired. "Stupid bandits with their stupid shoes, why did they have to go and take my horse, those nasty thieves." M'ava grumbled, but to be fair he wasn't much better, stealing from anyone he could. M'ava was heading off to Riften again to pickpocket a bit, and buy some low priced items. Whistling A tune as he went, M'ava continued on down the worn road, and drew near to the Riften Stables.

[InfectedHau]

Kanji almost raised her eyes in derision, then remembered that she was supposed to be frightened. She jumped slightly in her chair, pressing her ears back against her head, then pretended to catch herself. "So is that it?" She asked, trying her best to fake false bravery. "You'll have to do better than that."

[crashkeys]

Melodie Bellecote | Female | Nord | Tagged;;

Melodie sat inside The Bee and barb, at a small table in the corner of the room. She sighed, and looked around, her grey eyes scanning the room. Earlier in the day she had wandered around riften, as she had never had the chance to explore the city. She had already payed for a room, and she still had quite a bit of gold to spare. Getting up, she walked outside for some fresh air. Melodie walked out onto the bridge, and leaned against the railing, looking out at the water.

[Wind Mage]

Faulonor smiled. "Thank you, truly. I'll do my best not to mention this place." He said. As the elf exited the the shoppe, he had to squint his eyes at the light; It was so much brighter than that strange place. Speaking of that "strange place," it seemed a little bit too... under the radar.. to be a normal shop. Something must have been going on... but those thoughts were for a later date.