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[Captain Plucky]

Raavi Kinair/ Khajiit/ Nightingale/ Mood: Calm/ Female/ 22/ Tags; Conavin

Raavi took a breath of the Bee and Barb in, suddenly surging with energy. The potion had worked almost instantly, and she was already perking up again. Not to mention, some good wine or ale would totally help with that. "Of course!" she exclaimed, her voice flooded with liveliness and happiness. She went over to a green male Argonian, speaking to him for a brief while. She came back with two drinks. "Okay, so you have two options." she began, "This ale is called 'The Velvet LeChance', and is a mixture of blackberry, honey, spiced wine, and a touch of nightshade. This is the more mild drink." she then held up the two, gesturing at them with her eyes. "This one, however, is a little harder to tame. It's called 'The Cliff Racer', and is Firebrand Wine, Cyrodiilic Brandy, Flin, and Sujamma. If you're feeling really brave, then I would go for this one." she explained, grinning widely at Conavin.

Slick/ Brenton/ Thief/ Mood: Lonely./ Male/ 19/ Tags; ...None.

Slick rode on his horse at a very intense, very dangerous speed. The wind in his hair did nothing to cool or calm him down, and if anything it only fueled the conflicted flame that was raging in his mind. The man's fire red hair shimmering in the sun depicted in a quite accurate way how he felt. Like he was confused about what to do, and yet persisted to move on. The mountains were now in sight, and Slick seemed to be heading there. If he continued at this madly risky speed.

Maramal the Sharper/ Redguard/ Assassin/ Mood: Relieved./ Male/ 27/ Tags; None.

Maramal kept his eyes closed, his heart beating at mach one by this point. Despite him not wanting to admit it, sleep would be impossible. He had better well just leave the city of Solitude now, since his contract was now done. Maybe he would get some rest another time. Picking up his daedric sword, he tied it and the sheath that contained it very securely on his waist. Sighing deeply, he made his bed and then exited the room, going downstairs and exited The Winking Skeever. Maramal slowly let the guards open the gates and began to calmly walk away from Solitude, planning on either taking a carriage back to Falkreath or letting himself relax a little bit beforehand.

[Durnehviir]

Hanzar \\ M \\ 26 \\ Argonian \\ Tags: Ravager
Watch the male as he shot up and Hanzar took several steps back and kept his dagger close to him. If the man took another step forward he wouldn't hesitate to defend himself. When the man spoke, he raised his eyebrow before glancing at his dagger and nodded, knowing that he was right. "Well it makes me feel better, especially in the presence of one like yourself." Hanzar squatted down and laid his shoulder bag on the ground before handing the entire thing to the man. "Whatever you need should be in my bag. Water, cloth, some positons and foo-" The argonian cut himself off and wondered if vampires even ate real food, or if they just sucked the life out of others. He shrugged lightly before leaning agaisnt a rock as well. "So. What did you do to get yourself into this predicament?" His voice was rather calm but was dripping with curiosity.

[uncommon]

Ravager - M - 223 (appears to be: mid thirties) - Bosmer/Vampire - Abandoned den - Tags: Hanzar
The elderly vampire chuckled at the lizard's remarked. He had always thought argonian's had a sickly sense of humor that he found irresistible. So long since he had seen a non hostile face. Well, this one was hostile, but not as hostile as most. "Just some cloth will be fine. I'm not thirsty." He smirked a little at his own joke. "Anyway, those.. Dawnguard, I think they call themselves? They've been harassing me for every move I make. Maybe they think I know something about the ancient blooded vampires who have been causing them so much trouble, but I'm not that old. Or maybe they're just really racist." The vampire shrugged. "Either way, they're a pain and I plan on staying away from them from now on. I've learned my lesson, with those high tech crossbows!" He grumbled at the thought, as if it would make him feel any better about being bested by new things. New. He hated new things. Old fashioned life held a place in his heart. He realized he had caused silence and jumped back into conversation. "You gotta name, lizard?"

[Durnehviir]

Hanzar \\ M \\ 26 \\ Argonian \\ Tags: Ravager
The argonian thought for a moment as he recalled the name Dawnguard. "Ah, the classic vampire hunters. They were recruiting not too long ago. I almost joined them, but decided not too. I already have myself affiliated with too many.. hm, people." Hanzar lifted an eyebrow as he watched the male take out the cloth. Realizing that he was safe for right now, he sheathed his sword but nearly choked on his saliva. "When will you be thirsty? You know, don't answer that. I'd rather not know." Hanzar looked up to the ceiling before the word racist made him laugh hysterically. Even though it wasn't that funny, he couldn't help himself. "Racist? Don't even get me started. I'm an argonian living in Skyrim. The only race that has it worse than us are dark elves." The argonian shrugged slightly. "A crossbow? Why not use a regular bow. What's so fancy about those things?" Hanzar clearing his throat as the male asked if he had a name. "Er, it's Hanzar." The argoanian raised his eyebrow as if waiting for a name in return for his own. He also wasn't sure if the vampire would notice the thieves guild armor; or if he just didn't care.

[uncommon]

Ravager - M - 223 (appears to be: mid thirties) - Bosmer/Vampire - Abandoned den - Tags: Hanzar
He raised an eyebrow, wondering which factions the lizard may be affiliated with. He decided not to ask right away. He chuckled as the argonian hastily tried to laugh his way around the bosmer's instinctual thirst. "Don't worry. I don't like argonian blood. Besides, over the years I've learned to control urges. Mostly." He nodded along as the argonian spoke of dark elves. "They have almost the entirety of Skyrim devoted to their torture. At least they don't have an entire group devoted to their death." He shrugged as the lizard asked about crossbows. "They're extremely accurate, but very loud too. Hard to sneak up on a vampire with those things. But the Dawnguard are brutes, like to outnumber their prey. At least vampires have the decency to go one on one with their food." He began wrapping the cloth around his leg, tying a knot to keep it in place. He adjusted his positioning, eyeing the argonian. "Hanzar, eh? I go by Ravager. I've got a name but I abandoned it awhile ago. Hey, uh," The vampire yet again let his eyes settle on the lizard. His armor was unique, like nothing he'd seen before. Had the Brotherhood changed their colors? No, not possible. The Brotherhood would always and forever use their red and black patterns. It represented blood and shadow. "Who are those.. people.. you were talking about? Y'know, the reasons why you didn't join the Dawnguard?"

[Durnehviir]

Hanzar \\ M \\ 26 \\ Argonian \\ Tags: Ravager
Hanzar forced a smile. Mostly It rang in his head though he tried his best to ignore it. "I guess I should be greatful for being an argonian for once." The male chuckled, though it was rather forced and blunt. One that showed that he was uncomfortable with the whole vampire situation. "Eh, accurate or not, nothing is better than a dagger or short sword. They're light and quick. Makes it easy for killing." Hanzar placed his hand on the butt of his sword and it was cold to the touch. The males eyebrow rose when he said he goes by Ravager. "Hm, saying as you abandoned your name, I guess you started going by Ravager soon after you turned into a vampire?" Hanzar didn't mean to offend him if he did, he it was an honest question. Though the mans next words rang through his ear. "Well, I'm part of the ol' Thieves Guild. I'd consider myself an assassin as well, but I havnt been able to full connect those ties. They refuse to contact me and I don't know why. The Dark brotherhood I mean. I've assassinated several people before when I'm asked too, but yet I've still never met Astrid. I've heard she's a tough one." The argonian talked rather freely about the 'families'. There was nothing to hide because everyone already knew about them, and knew what they did. Hanzar shrugged lightly as he looked down at his dagger.

[uncommon]

Ravager - M - 223 (appears to be: mid thirties) - Bosmer/Vampire - Abandoned den - Tags: Hanzar
The vampire nodded. "My old name carried too many memories." His voice trailed off and the lizard began to speak again. The Thieves Guild. He had heard of them. But what really got his attention was the argonian's lust for the Brotherhood. "You wish to join the Dark Brotherhood, you say? I could introduce you. I'm not actually a member of course, but they'll listen as soon as they hear who I am." Ravager's mind trailed back to the old days in Cyrodil. How loyal he had been to the Night Mother. And how cruelly she had betrayed him. And yet, he continued to report to her statue every week and receive her latest contracts so that he, as a Listener, could deliver the news back to the sanctuary. And how, after all this time, a large part of him still vowed his allegiance to the frightening woman in a coffin. "I used to be the Listener of the Cyrodil sanctuary." He said the words proudly, yet behind them lay a mysterious hint of hesitance. As if the thought of being honored by fellow assassins haunted him. As if the prized position of Listener was a bad thing. "Oh, how I wish I could go back again and change the way things happened." He muttered, before straightening up and turning to the argonian. "I've not dared to look for the sanctuary myself. As a part of the Brotherhood, I know how close to towns and villages they like to place their sanctuary, and I'm not about to waltz around every city in Skyrim looking for it. Especially when I look like this. Do you know where it's located?"

[LYKOICXDED]

Eden Stormblade - Nord - Female - 21 - Kynesgrove - Tags; Shade

Eden smiled softly, pulling her gauntlets off and popping her knuckles. "Skyrim is a complete mess right now. Dragons coming back to life, assassins running about, Forsworn getting fired up.." She shook her head slightly, chuckling. "You made the right choice.
You can't depend on your parents to make your life choices for you.. Or at least make the choices that will make you happy. I let my parents do that for too long. I was set on the path to be a simple farmer so they could keep me away from fighting and being stronger than them. I went off on my own and now I'm leagues happier." She pat Bosco. "Sure, Skyrim might not be the kindest place, but it's beautiful and filled with great people if you know where to look." She laughed. "Windhelm surely wouldn't be the best place to look, though."

//Also yey 100 pages c:

[Lyneth]

Eira / F / Nord / None
Down in the grass, Eira watched a blue butterfly a small distance in front of her. It was amazing how vivid the color was. Not many thing were blue in nature... Truly a special color.
Blowing a lock of hair out of her eyes, she let out a small cry when the small movement made the creature flutter away. Sighing, she rolled onto her back and watched the clouds roll above her. She was being quite daring, lately Eira avoided activity during the daylight. She missed the times when she could freely be out in the sun. And she missed her mother just the same.
But this was for the best. At least, it seemed so at first. Already it had seemed her bright idea was not turning out exactly as she expected.

[General Hux]

Tervthan|Male|Dunmer|Castle Dour

He was pacing in the uncomfortable rags. He wasn't a Stormcloak but they didn't believe him. They had no reason to not believe him. He was going to rot in this cell for the rest of his life or so the guards told him, he started to believe it. He had been here for a few days now. He went to his so-called 'bed' and sat down, thinking of all the things he could have done instead of being stuck in this Dungeon. "Least it wasn't me being caught stealing, that would put me to shame." He muttered to himself before lying down properly to try to rest.