Skyrim- Accepting!

[Wind Mage]

((sorry about the inactivity! This roleplay got lost in my feed, I guess ^^"))

Faulonor hummed in thought and let his eyes wander to the few stands in the market. He wasn't really paying much attention to Duviyn at the moment, and definitely didn't see the nervous reflex. The bosmer has been a clumsy wreck today, he noted, and decided that not looking at Duviyn much was going to magically fix the problem. besides, it wasn't he who was a mess-- technically it was Palidir.

"No, I don't think I have eaten anything, honestly." Faulonor said after little thought- although thanks to the length it took him to actually speak, one would think he was actually debating it with much interest. He could go for some food, that was no lie, but the mercenary wasn't about to go and let his Imperial companion bye it for him. He still had some decency left, after all.

[lion's tooth]

Duviyn
Duviyn Varo looked back in amusement. This man must
be a bit of an airhead, he theorized. Bumping into people,
not sure of when is last meal was... Or perhaps not. "Say,
when was the last time you ate then, lad?" He asked curi-
ously, completely oblivious to the fact that is was likely a
rude question. After the question was asked, he began to
think of what he was feeling like eating. It was almost
hypocritical, his thinking of someone else an airhead with
the amount in which his head wandered.

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

Don't sweat it, happens with
everyone every once in a
while.

[Wind Mage]

Faulonor kept his gaze to the crowds of people and stands, still, but was much quicker to answer this time. "Around eight." he answered in a much quieter voice then intended. After he realized what he did, he turned to face the Imperial (as much as he could under that hood of his) and answered again. "Around eight."

Sure, it wasn't a definite answer, but Faulonor couldn't quite remember when the last time he ate was, and since he wasn't feeling completely horrible, he guessed it was around that time. Being used to going on missions and such, Faulonor was used to not eating every four hours, or whatever normal people did. He prided himself for it, for some reason he couldn't quite figure out.

[lion's tooth]

Duviyn
Duviyn Varo rose from thoughts of meat, cheese, and
soup as Faulonor answered him. "Eight, in the morning
or evening?" He asked, this time less out of curiosity
and more to get a better feel for what time it was. Sl-
eeping in always wound up confusing his schedule, litt-
le did he like to admit. He fancied himself an orderly,
neat type of man. Of course, his beat down appearance
combined with the build of a Blacksmith might say oth-
erwise.

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

[★ nirvana,]

(Okay. I guess I'll just start us off here.)

Zachariah, for one, did not enjoy being outside in the sun. As a matter of fact, he despised it, but what was to be expected. And yet here he was, in the blistering heat of what could only be described as an unusually sunny day. Quite frankly, he didn't enjoy it.
He was not amused.
Skyrim was supposed to be cold, but this? This did not feel cold at all. He sighed heavily, looking behind him as he and his traveling companions arrived at their destination - Dragon Bridge. Next stop, the Penitus Oculatus Outpost to rescue Za'ji from her captors.

[Wind Mage]

Faulonor chuckled and raised an eyebrow. Ugh, all of this friendly nature was getting harder and harder to maintain. There were probably people who needed the elf's help, and he was talking to a blacksmith about grabbing lunch. Eh, anything for a good social reputation, right?

"In the morning" he answered. That was a lie. Again, he had no idea when the last time he ate was, and was starting to guess it was much earlier then eight. Yeah, it could have been anywhere from midnight to two in the morning, but eight? That was too soon. He entered the city at eight. That was when he slumped onto the wall and stayed there for the morning. letting his mind wander and getting slightly drunk. Emphasis on slightly.

[White Eagle]

Name:Z'arlo J'iswen Age:28 Race:Khajiit Gender:Male House:Herjerim Child:Samuel

"Z'arlo hope's he didn't make you feel bad. You can if you want from to come into Z'arlo's house anytime." He soon added the last few ingredients to the stew."You're a Altmer. Here do they make you feel bad about being that because Z'arlo wants to more about this neighborhood."
Samuel came through the door,"Dad, I think some children here are sick."
"Why do you think that?" The khajiit pulled the potatoes out the oven. Then the steak began to sizzle.
"Some kids started spitting on the ground near my feet."
The nobleman's eyes soon was full of anger and sadness.'Why are they picking on him.'"Z'arlo agrees that they're sick."

[Sperophim]

"Only sometimes they try and make me feel bad." Aria all confessed. "Of course, a fireball headed their way usually makes them stop." She smirked. "Of course, I never mean to hit them. Just scare them a bit to know who's really who in the social caste."
Ariaal's smirk dropped when Samuel walked in an spoke. She couldn't help but have a disgusted face. To insult and dishonour one who was so young and innocent.... "Very sick." She agreed. Their sickness was inherited from the people around them, it corrupted their minds. How stupid could you be to teach your child such hate?

[lion's tooth]

Duviyn
Duviyn Varo scratched his chin and looked Palidir over.
"Funny, I didn't picture you to be a morning person," he
said and then grew a bit embarrassed. When he thought
about it, the man hadn't actually shown all too many
personality traits. If he thought about it, he couldn't re-
call not one trait. Save for perhaps 'reserved.' Perhaps
it was the cloak, it was hard to see the man facial expr-
essions from beneath it. Surely that was it, Duviyn con-
cluded. That certainly made the imperial look like a
fool, making assumptions with nothing to base them on.

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

[General Hux]

Original Character Form
Username: Kovimar Ravendel
Name: Kovimar Ravendel
Age: 320 (dark elves can live that long)
Race (Include if vampire or werewolf): Dark Elf/Dunmer
Gender: Male
Personality: He gets drunk quite a lot and when he is he is very nice but not drunk he tries to be serious
History (optional): You'll see
Description or picture (Include clothing/armor): Daedric armor (P.S he's the guy in my avi)
Fighting Style (Include weapons, shouts, and magic): He uses a starhlim bow (thing thats how you say it) and Bolar's oathblade
Weakness: He can sometimes be too caring and trusts too many people
Occupation (If any): Mercanary
House (If any): N/A
Children (If any): N/A
Crush or Significant Other (If any): Open
Other: N/A