((No one is near Riften at the moment, check the active quests for people's positions.
Otherwise, that was a really short opening post. Please redo it with a vivid description of exactly where you are, what is going through your character's mind and what your character can see, hear, smell and feel. Opening posts require a lot of detail here.))
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(this better mutton?)
A few miles due south of Winterhold, somewhere along the mountains, was Chris. Currently in his dragon form, He looks around with the eyes of a predator, looking for his next meal. Seeing movement from behind the bushes not far ahead, he leaps...and lands on a rabbit. Seriously, there were way to many rabbits in this land. Or was it just his luck? As easily as blinking, Chris managed to grab the rabbit with his teeth, and flung it into the air, where it fell back down into his open maw. Rabbits were way to small to fulfill his hunger. He continued to hunt.
For about another hour, Chris hunted, but to no avail. It's like all the creatures were hiding from him. Which they probably were, or so he thought until he heard a growl from behind him. He turned around slowly, and stared straight at a pair of eyes. Or to be exact, three pairs of eyes. Wolves! Chris has never fought more then one wolf at a time, so this was a problem. He immediately jumped on one of them, tearing it's body apart with his teeth. He lifted his head, and found himself in a pincer trap, with a wolf on either side of him. Chris turned and leaped to the right, ripping into the second wolf, then growled in anger as the third wolf jumped on him. Chris jumped into the air, trying to shake the insolent youngling off, then roared in pain as the wolf bit into his wing. Unable to keep afloat, Chris crashed back down to earth, crushing the last wolf at the same time.
Rolling over and wincing in pain, Chris walked over to one of the bodies, and started feasting on it. All he could do know was to eat, and rest, and hope that he doesn't get into another fight.
(anyone hear that roar?)
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[Been having a bit of trouble thinking of how Annika would react to all of this. Sorry for taking too long. Decided on a special bonus being in the room would give Annika. ;D]
As Annika roamed around the room, she began to feel something that could almost be described as a tingling in her skin, that seemed to continue all the way down to her very soul. Far, deep back in the recesses of her mind, her inner wolf was celebrating, almost. This room gave her the power to transform into her werewolf form as much as possible, and for an unlimited amount of time. When Annika would realize that was a mystery, but, after M'nari's words, it was obvious it was something she should learn fast. As she tightened the grip on the makeshift mace, a voice in her head began to speak to HER>
"Weak, pathetic little nord. You are powerless without me. But in here, I am strong... When I give the order, switch places with me... Let the body be mine, and the mind be yours... Doing that, we can easily defeat whatever is heading our way... Just let your inner wolf go wild. I promise... Your companions won't get hurt... So... Promise me."
Annika, without thinking, replied out loud to the voice, focusing on the entrance to the room, waiting for whatever was to come.
((Sorry Mutton. School started and I've been a bit distracted, though it's no excuse really.))
Malen's mind flashed back to his years as a child. Adventure was what he wanted, craved, and now it was right here for him. And this time he would still be able to drink. They would be in port often enough, and the crew were likely to have some kind of alcohol on their boat. It was the perfect situation, and Malen knew just what to do.
"I would love to, captain. But I'll need to be taught," his announcement was met with cheering from the crew, and he grinned along with them. "When do we leave?"
((Short post is short. Do you want to control the boat Mutton, or shall I?))
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((Dr_genius, actually school is a valid excuse for inactivity. Just let me know if its going to be a problem. And yes, you can control the boat.))
"Alright, I'm going to assume that's not exactly a friendly crowd" Milos replied, readying a stoneflesh spell and drawing his sword. He heard Annika say something but didn't quite hear it. "Huh? What was that?" Milos asked, looking over his shoulder at Annika.
Milos cast his stoneflesh spell and noticed something strange, it didn't seem to drain on him at all. What little magicka was used was quickly replenished. Milos had a brainwave, he brought his left hand up to head height with his palm facing toward him and charged an orange spell in it. "I wonder..." He said, if I can bend reality with a stoneflesh spell so effortlessly, I wonder if I can easily bend it in other ways. Milos' thoughts turned into a half grin as he pointed his spell carrying palm towards a dome-shaped piece of Dwemer metal. He focused his magicka into the spell, just like the coin in the college, but he had almost no limit to magicka here. The metal shuddered and dislodged from the dust that covered it. It started to move towards Milos, at first slowly, but then fast. At this point reality seemed to scream in protest as Milos' magic toyed with its meta-physical principles, Normally Milos would have run out of energy, but here, he didn't. The metal slowed to a stop right in front of Milos' spell hand and hovered in the air. Milos' grin widened and he started to chuckle, and then opened him mouth in a triumphant laugh. "I... heh... I... This is too crazy" Milos said.
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(pretty sure Winterhold's residents, whether npc or not, would've heard that roar.)
White-hot pain shot through Chris's body as he tried to fly again. It's been like this since he woke up two hours ago. It was so annoying that he could not fly with his injury. But he wasn't a mage, he couldn't heal himself. There was only one option: to find a healer, inside the city. Chris got anxious, as he always does, when he contemplated on entering a city. Especially since he needs to transform back to his Nordic form. With no other option to choose, he started getting ready for transformation. A shadowy aura surrounded him for several minutes, until he transformed. He blinked his eyes once, then fell to the ground, writhing in pain as he clutched his left shoulder. Screaming until his voice was hoarse, his mind couldn't take it anymore. His eyes roll into the back of his head, and he blacked out.
Another hour past before he woke up. Wincing in pain as he got up, he massaged his left shoulder. He looked up at the sky, remembering his past. Chris sighed, then walked towards the Winterhold, with his right hand still gripping his left shoulder.
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((OH MY GOD I WANTED THAT DRAGON. I WANTED IT SOOOO MUCH. Anyways, I'll edit this with a post later - there's not really a rush, seeing as I'm by myself and all. Just thought I'd vent a bit.))
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((Sorry for that wait. Gotta make the post tommorow. I would edit this thing into RP post. I don't have an excuse D:))
M'nari felt her spine getting a frosty feeling. Talking with yourself? Nice, daedric interventions. She focused her view on Annika, in case she would do something out of order. Promises into air ususally consist of selling souls and bodies, so Annika may be dangerous now.
"Nice job Milos. I don't know how could you use it in combat, but nice job." M'nari said, trying not to get Annika's attention to her.
The steps were now closer. M'nari started hearing things too. The voice was familiar, it was the same voice from the book, the same voice that told her to use inner knowledge. But what knowledge? The one that was gifted to her, yet she doesn't know about it. Paradox?
"Milos, are you good in healing? Because I think we might need constant assistance." M'nari said. The steps finally came close and the door literally flew out, after being hit by a sledgehammer used by an Ork.
The enemies slowly walked towards the group. They were strange: every single one of them was looking rich. Clothing of nobles, golden enchanted rings with diamonds and emeralds, expensive necklaces, weapons encrusted with presious gems... But their eyes were empty and dumb, like if the body they belong to doesn't belong to it's previous owner.
Obviously, the Deal. Oh Vile...
The army was enormous. Enemy mob of richmen was flooding the tiny corridor. Some of them were getting stuck, some of them fell and got stomped to death. The rest of them were moving towards the three people in the group...
"Holy... They... Are... Infinite..." M'nari said, while not forgetting to charge her spells. She knew that she can cast better spell. The legendary. That is probably dellusion, she wasn't trying to learn it. Don't think about doing it...
As the mob become close enough, M'nari discharged two bolts into two different opponents, turning them into pile of dust. At least they are not magicproof.
((Feokris, DrNight and I are in a Dwemer ruin, Dr_genius is near a boat docked at Dawnstar but he has been less active lately, Moarwork is in an inn somewhere in the Pale I think, up to some shenanigans, Everyone else is in Solitude. DeepDarkSamurai is looking to join up with someone in Solitude I think.))
Milos could hear the footsteps now, it sounded like a charging army. He slowly turned his head towards the door and reality retake the metal he was holding, not really hearing M'nari's praises over trying to make sense of the enemy's numbers. He stepped back, nervous, and held his sword a little tighter.
Milos replied to M'nari's question "I've had practice since the last time, but-". It was then that a large hammer crashed through the door in front of them, making a mockery of the makeshift barricade they had created. What came rushing in was a legion of... finely dressed people? All were armed that Milos could see. They rushed in with some kind of devoted hysteria, not talking at all and not stopping for anything, not even each other.
The veritable crowd started to spread out and Milos considered surrendering. How could they defeat so many?
Zap! "Get 'em!"
Alright, never mind... Milos briskly strode forward and fell into a defensive stance, sword outstretched. One enemy swung down on his shoulder with a sword, Milos brought his sword up and deflected it, before kicking the man in the side of the knee, bringing his dwarven sword around to his left and slashing the man's neck. A streak of red rushed down the man's clothes as he fell onto the ground and embraced death. I guess these possessed fops didn't remember their armour, Milos thought. dropping into his stance again, ready for any new opponents.
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((Okay, now that the start-of-school rush is over, should be more active.))
Stephen decided to wait until morning began before leaving Dawnstar behind, however, he didn't want to wait around, in case the Thieves Guild hadn't cleared things up yet, so they launched the ship, and then anchored a little way off he harbour. Malen didn't play much of a part in this, but was soon assigned a mate who would teach him the laws of the sea and the way of the boat.
Malen spent the whole night listening to his mate, Jeffery, speak to him about the way a boat works and the various jobs assigned to the crew, he spoke in particular detail about the sort of tasks Malen would be given as an inexperienced sailor. He was likely to man the boat in calm conditions while some of the more experienced could explain how the boat would work, but during the roughest weather he would simply observe.
After explaining everything that Malen needed to know, Jeffery spoke to him about their Malen, their last captain. He spoke high praise and eventually moved on to Stephen, the new captain. The men respected Stephen, he was used to getting his hands dirty and was an experienced sailor, and Jeffery, having been aboard many a ship, said that if Stephen had half a mind, he would speak to the crew about expectations, and would set out several extra rules, if only to show his authority beyond any doubt.
Malen loved the ship as soon as he set foot aboard it, it's inner workings already seemed like old friends. His enthusiasm was, Jeffery said, astounding, and Malen received the praise with dignity. He was assigned a hammock next to Jeffery, the previous occupant had been killed in a fight with some dockers, Malen didn't know the details, and he doubted it was a fight of any import. Most likely a drunken brawl started by the miscounting of cargo or some trivial matter.
Jeffery and Malen developed a friendship through the night, even as Jeffery taught him, Malen warmed to him, and could sense his experience and skill on a boat, he was likely the best sailor on the boat, and his warmth to newcomers was almost palpable.
When Malen inquired of their next destination Jeffery told him they would probably head for either Solitude or Windhelm, the latter only if the weather stayed welcoming. They would pick up some new sailors to accommodate for the others that died in the fight with the dockers, and would then look for work. Malen had good relations with many of the innkeepers around Skyrim, but Stephen did not, and would either send men in to look for work, or attempt to become friendly with them.
Malen collapsed into his bed at three in the morning, concious that Stephen would wake them in two hours time to begin a day of sailing.
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Gender: Male
Appearance: Higren usually wears fur armour to keep warm from the Nordic Weather. He has gloves that improve his grip only slightly.
Items: Iron sword, and a long bow and iron arrows
Strengths/Weaknessess: His strengths are that he is a great Archer. He can hit a goat dead in the heart half of a mile away. And he is decent at sword fighting but he prefers his bow. His weakness is his left eye. He is partially blind in that eye due to a child hood accident.
Skills: Archery
Personality: He is quiet. When someone tells him to do something he does it, no questions asked.
Biography: He was born in a middle class family. At the age of 4 he saw his older brother playing with a wooden sword. When Higren came closer his brother reached back with the sword and poked him in the eye... not too hard. But, hard enough that he got a cut in the eye. The doctors said that he would not be able to see for the rest of his life. At the age of 13 he was taught swordplay and Archery (which he excelled at).
Other: He learns by watching not being taught. He is a fast learner.
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((Normally, I'd run through each individual section and say what you need to improve. Here, I'm not going to get that complex. So firstly, and most importantly: LENGTH. Look at the apps on the character sheet (1st page), and you'll see the sort of length and quality we're looking for. Basically everything is far too short. Bio, personality, appearance, strengths/weaknesses, the whole shebang.
On top of that, I find it highly unlikely that there are actually even any bows that can shoot half a mile. There are very few (if not none - I'm not particularly gun savvy) guns that can shoot accurately at half a mile. So take that out. He may be a good shot, but he's not God.
Everything else, expansion. Try again, put a decent amount of time in, and then we'll have another look.))
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Walking for what felt like an eternity, but was only a few hours in reality, Chris finally reached Winterhold. He walked in very cautiously, his eyes darting left and right, with his hood up, and his right eye closed. He looked around for a short time for a healer. Once he spotted one, he walked into the tent.
"I would like to have my shoulder healed please." Chris requested, while massaging his left shoulder still.
"Of course, of course, I can heal you. But first, what is your name?" the healer asked.
"Name's Chr-*cough*, erm, Norman." Chris responded, while silently scolding himself for nearly slipping up.
"Well then, Norman, let's get you healed. Where is the injury?" the healer inquired.
"My left shoulder." Chris answered.
"I see...hm...looks like your bones healed, but out of place. I'm going to have to re-break them." the healer said as she picked up a mallet.
She hit the shoulder hard enough to re-crack it. Chris growled at the pain it caused, which then earned him a look of confusion from the healer. The healer then cast the restoration spell on him.
"There, your all patched up and ready to continue with...?" the healer asked.
"Just traveling, though thank you for healing me." Chris responded as he left the tent.
Chris continued to walk towards the other side of the city, hoping to get out of this crowded place. At least his shoulder was better, which means he can fly again.
(my character thinks any village, town, or city is crowded.)
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(need SOMEONE else's IC, before I can IC. And what does the entrance to the ruins look like? Or more importantly, what does the actual ruins look like? The Dwemer ruins?)
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(this better mutton?)
A few miles due south of Winterhold, somewhere along the mountains, was Chris. Currently in his dragon form, He looks around with the eyes of a predator, looking for his next meal. Seeing movement from behind the bushes not far ahead, he leaps...and lands on a rabbit. Seriously, there were way to many rabbits in this land. Or was it just his luck? As easily as blinking, Chris managed to grab the rabbit with his teeth, and flung it into the air, where it fell back down into his open maw. Rabbits were way to small to fulfill his hunger. He continued to hunt.
For about another hour, Chris hunted, but to no avail. It's like all the creatures were hiding from him. Which they probably were, or so he thought until he heard a growl from behind him. He turned around slowly, and stared straight at a pair of eyes. Or to be exact, three pairs of eyes. Wolves! Chris has never fought more then one wolf at a time, so this was a problem. He immediately jumped on one of them, tearing it's body apart with his teeth. He lifted his head, and found himself in a pincer trap, with a wolf on either side of him. Chris turned and leaped to the right, ripping into the second wolf, then growled in anger as the third wolf jumped on him. Chris jumped into the air, trying to shake the insolent youngling off, then roared in pain as the wolf bit into his wing. Unable to keep afloat, Chris crashed back down to earth, crushing the last wolf at the same time.
Rolling over and wincing in pain, Chris walked over to one of the bodies, and started feasting on it. All he could do know was to eat, and rest, and hope that he doesn't get into another fight.
(anyone hear that roar?)
As Annika roamed around the room, she began to feel something that could almost be described as a tingling in her skin, that seemed to continue all the way down to her very soul. Far, deep back in the recesses of her mind, her inner wolf was celebrating, almost. This room gave her the power to transform into her werewolf form as much as possible, and for an unlimited amount of time. When Annika would realize that was a mystery, but, after M'nari's words, it was obvious it was something she should learn fast. As she tightened the grip on the makeshift mace, a voice in her head began to speak to HER>
"Weak, pathetic little nord. You are powerless without me. But in here, I am strong... When I give the order, switch places with me... Let the body be mine, and the mind be yours... Doing that, we can easily defeat whatever is heading our way... Just let your inner wolf go wild. I promise... Your companions won't get hurt... So... Promise me."
Annika, without thinking, replied out loud to the voice, focusing on the entrance to the room, waiting for whatever was to come.
"I promise."
~DED
Malen's mind flashed back to his years as a child. Adventure was what he wanted, craved, and now it was right here for him. And this time he would still be able to drink. They would be in port often enough, and the crew were likely to have some kind of alcohol on their boat. It was the perfect situation, and Malen knew just what to do.
"I would love to, captain. But I'll need to be taught," his announcement was met with cheering from the crew, and he grinned along with them. "When do we leave?"
((Short post is short. Do you want to control the boat Mutton, or shall I?))
((Dr_genius, actually school is a valid excuse for inactivity. Just let me know if its going to be a problem. And yes, you can control the boat.))
"Alright, I'm going to assume that's not exactly a friendly crowd" Milos replied, readying a stoneflesh spell and drawing his sword. He heard Annika say something but didn't quite hear it. "Huh? What was that?" Milos asked, looking over his shoulder at Annika.
Milos cast his stoneflesh spell and noticed something strange, it didn't seem to drain on him at all. What little magicka was used was quickly replenished. Milos had a brainwave, he brought his left hand up to head height with his palm facing toward him and charged an orange spell in it. "I wonder..." He said, if I can bend reality with a stoneflesh spell so effortlessly, I wonder if I can easily bend it in other ways. Milos' thoughts turned into a half grin as he pointed his spell carrying palm towards a dome-shaped piece of Dwemer metal. He focused his magicka into the spell, just like the coin in the college, but he had almost no limit to magicka here. The metal shuddered and dislodged from the dust that covered it. It started to move towards Milos, at first slowly, but then fast. At this point reality seemed to scream in protest as Milos' magic toyed with its meta-physical principles, Normally Milos would have run out of energy, but here, he didn't. The metal slowed to a stop right in front of Milos' spell hand and hovered in the air. Milos' grin widened and he started to chuckle, and then opened him mouth in a triumphant laugh. "I... heh... I... This is too crazy" Milos said.
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White-hot pain shot through Chris's body as he tried to fly again. It's been like this since he woke up two hours ago. It was so annoying that he could not fly with his injury. But he wasn't a mage, he couldn't heal himself. There was only one option: to find a healer, inside the city. Chris got anxious, as he always does, when he contemplated on entering a city. Especially since he needs to transform back to his Nordic form. With no other option to choose, he started getting ready for transformation. A shadowy aura surrounded him for several minutes, until he transformed. He blinked his eyes once, then fell to the ground, writhing in pain as he clutched his left shoulder. Screaming until his voice was hoarse, his mind couldn't take it anymore. His eyes roll into the back of his head, and he blacked out.
Another hour past before he woke up. Wincing in pain as he got up, he massaged his left shoulder. He looked up at the sky, remembering his past. Chris sighed, then walked towards the Winterhold, with his right hand still gripping his left shoulder.
~DED
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M'nari felt her spine getting a frosty feeling. Talking with yourself? Nice, daedric interventions. She focused her view on Annika, in case she would do something out of order. Promises into air ususally consist of selling souls and bodies, so Annika may be dangerous now.
"Nice job Milos. I don't know how could you use it in combat, but nice job." M'nari said, trying not to get Annika's attention to her.
The steps were now closer. M'nari started hearing things too. The voice was familiar, it was the same voice from the book, the same voice that told her to use inner knowledge. But what knowledge? The one that was gifted to her, yet she doesn't know about it. Paradox?
"Milos, are you good in healing? Because I think we might need constant assistance." M'nari said. The steps finally came close and the door literally flew out, after being hit by a sledgehammer used by an Ork.
The enemies slowly walked towards the group. They were strange: every single one of them was looking rich. Clothing of nobles, golden enchanted rings with diamonds and emeralds, expensive necklaces, weapons encrusted with presious gems... But their eyes were empty and dumb, like if the body they belong to doesn't belong to it's previous owner.
Obviously, the Deal. Oh Vile...
The army was enormous. Enemy mob of richmen was flooding the tiny corridor. Some of them were getting stuck, some of them fell and got stomped to death. The rest of them were moving towards the three people in the group...
"Holy... They... Are... Infinite..." M'nari said, while not forgetting to charge her spells. She knew that she can cast better spell. The legendary. That is probably dellusion, she wasn't trying to learn it. Don't think about doing it...
As the mob become close enough, M'nari discharged two bolts into two different opponents, turning them into pile of dust. At least they are not magicproof.
"Get 'em!"
Milos could hear the footsteps now, it sounded like a charging army. He slowly turned his head towards the door and reality retake the metal he was holding, not really hearing M'nari's praises over trying to make sense of the enemy's numbers. He stepped back, nervous, and held his sword a little tighter.
Milos replied to M'nari's question "I've had practice since the last time, but-". It was then that a large hammer crashed through the door in front of them, making a mockery of the makeshift barricade they had created. What came rushing in was a legion of... finely dressed people? All were armed that Milos could see. They rushed in with some kind of devoted hysteria, not talking at all and not stopping for anything, not even each other.
The veritable crowd started to spread out and Milos considered surrendering. How could they defeat so many?
Zap! "Get 'em!"
Alright, never mind... Milos briskly strode forward and fell into a defensive stance, sword outstretched. One enemy swung down on his shoulder with a sword, Milos brought his sword up and deflected it, before kicking the man in the side of the knee, bringing his dwarven sword around to his left and slashing the man's neck. A streak of red rushed down the man's clothes as he fell onto the ground and embraced death. I guess these possessed fops didn't remember their armour, Milos thought. dropping into his stance again, ready for any new opponents.
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Stephen decided to wait until morning began before leaving Dawnstar behind, however, he didn't want to wait around, in case the Thieves Guild hadn't cleared things up yet, so they launched the ship, and then anchored a little way off he harbour. Malen didn't play much of a part in this, but was soon assigned a mate who would teach him the laws of the sea and the way of the boat.
Malen spent the whole night listening to his mate, Jeffery, speak to him about the way a boat works and the various jobs assigned to the crew, he spoke in particular detail about the sort of tasks Malen would be given as an inexperienced sailor. He was likely to man the boat in calm conditions while some of the more experienced could explain how the boat would work, but during the roughest weather he would simply observe.
After explaining everything that Malen needed to know, Jeffery spoke to him about their Malen, their last captain. He spoke high praise and eventually moved on to Stephen, the new captain. The men respected Stephen, he was used to getting his hands dirty and was an experienced sailor, and Jeffery, having been aboard many a ship, said that if Stephen had half a mind, he would speak to the crew about expectations, and would set out several extra rules, if only to show his authority beyond any doubt.
Malen loved the ship as soon as he set foot aboard it, it's inner workings already seemed like old friends. His enthusiasm was, Jeffery said, astounding, and Malen received the praise with dignity. He was assigned a hammock next to Jeffery, the previous occupant had been killed in a fight with some dockers, Malen didn't know the details, and he doubted it was a fight of any import. Most likely a drunken brawl started by the miscounting of cargo or some trivial matter.
Jeffery and Malen developed a friendship through the night, even as Jeffery taught him, Malen warmed to him, and could sense his experience and skill on a boat, he was likely the best sailor on the boat, and his warmth to newcomers was almost palpable.
When Malen inquired of their next destination Jeffery told him they would probably head for either Solitude or Windhelm, the latter only if the weather stayed welcoming. They would pick up some new sailors to accommodate for the others that died in the fight with the dockers, and would then look for work. Malen had good relations with many of the innkeepers around Skyrim, but Stephen did not, and would either send men in to look for work, or attempt to become friendly with them.
Malen collapsed into his bed at three in the morning, concious that Stephen would wake them in two hours time to begin a day of sailing.
Age: 27
Race: Nord
Gender: Male
Appearance: Higren usually wears fur armour to keep warm from the Nordic Weather. He has gloves that improve his grip only slightly.
Items: Iron sword, and a long bow and iron arrows
Strengths/Weaknessess: His strengths are that he is a great Archer. He can hit a goat dead in the heart half of a mile away. And he is decent at sword fighting but he prefers his bow. His weakness is his left eye. He is partially blind in that eye due to a child hood accident.
Skills: Archery
Personality: He is quiet. When someone tells him to do something he does it, no questions asked.
Biography: He was born in a middle class family. At the age of 4 he saw his older brother playing with a wooden sword. When Higren came closer his brother reached back with the sword and poked him in the eye... not too hard. But, hard enough that he got a cut in the eye. The doctors said that he would not be able to see for the rest of his life. At the age of 13 he was taught swordplay and Archery (which he excelled at).
Other: He learns by watching not being taught. He is a fast learner.
One-liner: (Name, something about your character, occupation/skill. For example: John, the adventurous mailman.)
On top of that, I find it highly unlikely that there are actually even any bows that can shoot half a mile. There are very few (if not none - I'm not particularly gun savvy) guns that can shoot accurately at half a mile. So take that out. He may be a good shot, but he's not God.
Everything else, expansion. Try again, put a decent amount of time in, and then we'll have another look.))
Useful tidbits: Da Roolz - Da Off Topic Specific Roolz
"I would like to have my shoulder healed please." Chris requested, while massaging his left shoulder still.
"Of course, of course, I can heal you. But first, what is your name?" the healer asked.
"Name's Chr-*cough*, erm, Norman." Chris responded, while silently scolding himself for nearly slipping up.
"Well then, Norman, let's get you healed. Where is the injury?" the healer inquired.
"My left shoulder." Chris answered.
"I see...hm...looks like your bones healed, but out of place. I'm going to have to re-break them." the healer said as she picked up a mallet.
She hit the shoulder hard enough to re-crack it. Chris growled at the pain it caused, which then earned him a look of confusion from the healer. The healer then cast the restoration spell on him.
"There, your all patched up and ready to continue with...?" the healer asked.
"Just traveling, though thank you for healing me." Chris responded as he left the tent.
Chris continued to walk towards the other side of the city, hoping to get out of this crowded place. At least his shoulder was better, which means he can fly again.
(my character thinks any village, town, or city is crowded.)
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Useful tidbits: Da Roolz - Da Off Topic Specific Roolz