V.2 made. PLEASE LOCK THIS.

[RavenshadowRose]

I has Maradeth who can bump into him.

[Durnehviir]

Up

[chamomile.]

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( accent ) Russian xxx ( scent ) Cider and iron

Name: Ma'engi
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Gay
Body Build: Small and lean.
Species: Khajiit
Armor type: Light
Skill: Primarily stealth
Favorite Weapon: Regular crossbow, and a dagger tucked in his boot.
Factions: Thieves guild


Personality: Despite his appearance, Ma'enji is a charismatic cat, who just loves chatting with others. If you find yourself unlucky enough to sit next to him in a tavern, he will talk the whole day away. It's surprising how he manages to be a theif with all that chatting. When angry, Ma'enji doesn't lash out, instead becoming distant and cold. He will suddenly snap out of it, back to his cheery smiley self. Ma'enji is the sort to come up with the "next big business idea", that all seem to go sour. For years Enji has tried to start himself an honest life and settle down, but keeps finding himself right back to picking pockets and going on missions for the thieves guild.
History: Ma'enji's mother cared for him and his younger brother on her own, and the family barely scraped by. To help out, Ma'enji started stealing to make the family some extra cash. The thieves guild took notice of the kid hitting their targets, and he was picked up by the guild. Now Enji travels across skyrim, stealing as he goes for the guild.
Other:Recently while near Falkreath, Ma'enji had the misfortune of running into a group of vampires and was bitten. He does not currently know about it.

( romantic interests ) None xxx ( marriage ) None
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[Durnehviir]

Accepted

[Squiggs]

{{Will find one when I am off of mobile}}
Nigiel is a rather tall and lanky young man. His abs from when he was a young teenager are long since gone and replaced with a small belly that, at the rate he now swallows Ale, will eventually grow if he doesn't slow the drinking. His shoulders are wide and his chest decently large and deep. His body looks thin because of his lanky legs and arms and scrawny look in lighter clothes. His face is a bit narrow sporting dark brown eyes and short but messy and fluffy looking jet black hair. On his tanned skin, scars from when he was involved in the war show. His left shoulder shows multiple scars from a sword wound that nearly cost him his arm.
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( accent ) Pretty much your average male voice xxx ( scent ) Strong odor of Ale on this one

Name: Nigiel {Nieh-gee-el}
Age: Twenty-Five
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Body Build: Scrawny/lanky
Species: Imperial
Armor type: Light
Skill: Stealth
Favorite Weapon: His lucky Elven dagger, claimed to have found it in a carriage wreck while exploring
Other weapons Cross bow
Factions: None yet


Personality: Nigiel is nothing like your average imperial for starters, he is a little more laid-back and calm. He doesn't preach about the war, nor does he care about your views on it because he has lost his views on it himself thanks to a beautiful Nord girl... whom is now in his past. He would much rather spend his days quietly drinking ale and meeting new travelers on his travels. He can be tough to get along with at first. He doesn't respond well to demanding or up close yelling in his face and isn't scared of a good fight. Though he doesn't have much brute strength anymore, he is very intelligent and will trick you off your feet in a tussle... or just use his feet to get away. Broken... really, is the word to describe him.
History: Nigiel was born to a high commander on the Imperial side, his father always gave him everything he wanted and in turn, he was bit of a spoiled boy. At the age of fourteen he received his sword and was taught to fight. His father built him in a strong, muscled young teen, but the first battle the young boy was in... ruined him. He soon found out he just wasn't cut out to be a warrior and made a fatal mistake fleeing the battle like a coward after receiving a devastating wound to his left shoulder. His father never forgave him and banished him from the imperial lands. Now he sticks to the paths with his father's horse he stole and a canine to took off with from the imperial's guard.
Enjoys: Adventures, showing off, brawling, outsmarting, hunting, swimming, and hiking
Despises: Climbing, fighting anything too large, having to hide
Loves: Canines, ale, wine, bread, soups, cooked meats
Fears: Large Spiders/spiders in general, tight spaces
Other:He owns a female horse by the name of Ghost and male husky by the name of Kineivel.

( romantic interests ) Flirts with everyone, but especially into wood elves xxx ( marriage ) Yeah no....
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[Durnehviir]

Accepted

[quiet hours.]

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( accent ) soft, Khajiit-like but not as rough xxx ( scent ) baked goods and fireplace smoke

name: Ra'Bubbles
age: Twenty-eight.
gender: Male.
sexuality: Gay.
body build: On the taller side, a bit chubby around the belly.
species: Khajiit.
armor type: Mage cloaks, uses heavy armor for his hands and feet.
skill: Restoration magic.
favorite weapon: Mostly uses fire spells, but carries a dagger named 'Aliman' on his belt.
factions: College of Winterhold.




personality: Ra is a quiet, easy-going and lonely soul. He enjoys companionship and tries his best to keep good relations despite the war, a solemn smile almost always tugging at his whiskers. He explores for the sake of finding ingredients, which he happily bakes and cooks with. He will not seek out battle, but will protect those who he cares for and can defend himself relatively well when he has help. He enjoys fetching things for others. Ra does not handle confrontation well, is sometimes easily convinced or persuaded, and isn't physically strong.
history: Brought to Skyrim as a young adult, he left his desert home of Elsweyr for the sake of a fresh adventure. He happily admits that he enjoys the snow much more than he does the desert. He studied at the college and thoroughly enjoyed his time there as well. After a little while in Skyrim, he was confronted by the Dawnguard. He was told of their troubles and how people were being hurt, so he was soon convinced into helping. However, once he had found Serana and was taken to her home, he heard of the vampiric struggles. Torn between the two, he was tricked into becoming one of the vampire family, and appreciated the power, corrupted by it. However, the longer he stayed this way, the more he came to despise it, as the friends he had made were disgusted by his newfound apperance. Blood burned his throat. He suffered this way until he heard of a mage in Morthal, and he quickly set out to find him. Before he left the castle, a death hound by the name of Garmr became attached to him, intrigued by the Khajiit's nonexistent appetite. Once he found Falion, he begged for him to take away the curse. After recovering from the ritual, he tried to make up for what he had done, and promised not to associate himself with vampires or the Dawnguard ever again.
other: His name is more of a childish nickname that stuck with him. Being far from his home, he does not use his real name and usually just goes by Ra. Lives in the dorms at the College.

( romantic interests ) None, at the moment. xxx ( marriage ) Not at the moment.
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( accent ) an average Argonian female, a bit deeper xxx ( scent ) old books and iron

name: Dances-With-Jewels
age: Thirty-six.
gender: Female.
sexuality: Bi.
body build: Shorter than average, a smaller build with some muscle.
species: Argonian.
armor type: Heavy, when in battle.
skill: Duel-wielding weaponry.
favorite weapon: A pair of maces; any kind will do.
factions: None, really.




personality: A seasoned warrior, she gets rather stubborn about her opinions. She enjoys a good debate from time and time, and would happily take up the chance to brawl if offered. She claims her best talent is her storytelling, and is always pleased when she is given the opportunity to tell them with a whole-hearted laugh. She can get hot-headed if pushed around, and often acts without thinking it through first. She likes picking up bounty letters and going out to kill bandits, as well as using the money to buy new jewels or pieces of ore. When not exploring old bandit caves, she's smithing rings or necklaces to sell for more coin.
history: Dancer was brought up by a retired warrior and a jewelry craftswoman, both of whom she loved and has warm memories of. She has a happy but foggy remembrance of her childhood, the clearest being her naming day. When she was eleven, the elders told her it was finally time for her to receive her name. Taking notice of the way she would play with discarded jewelry chains and other shiny objects she found, they gave an appropriate title; Dances-With-Jewels. From there, her mother taught her how to craft her own decorative pieces, and she still has the first ring her mother ever made with her; a golden band with a dull but blessed emerald. Whenever they worked, her mother would tell her stories about her father and the battles he had fought. She doesn't like to talk about how she arrived in Skyrim, but she'll tell you that she was stealing gemstones from a ship before she got caught. She's happy with her life in Skyrim and she's got enough gold in her pockets, but often thinks about going back to the marshes someday, curious to see if her home is still standing and the Hist are still waiting for her.
other: She only uses her daedric armor when it is absolutely necessary, for example, if she were to fight in a war. (it's pretty heavy anyways, and who wants to lug all that around?) Other times, she wears miner's clothes. Stores her things in Riften, where she owns a house.

( romantic interests ) Isn't interested. xxx ( marriage ) Nah, mate.
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[Durnehviir]

Accepted

[MadMoxxi]

are you still accepting?

[Durnehviir]

Of course ^.^