Mud PupMay 29, 2014May 29, 2014 at 11:57 AM
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((Ok I have never RP'd before, so please have patience. I'm 32 years old and married, so although I play a lot sometimes my availability is dependent upon my bosses mood! That and since I live in the Mid West I like to try to actually get outside this time of year. Anyway, I work shiftwork so if I'm on I'm usually on for some time. I look forward to getting to know everyone! And please point out any mod's that I will need for RP; I have curse. RL name's Joe))
Hi there, name's Larcen. I'm not your typical Bosmer so please do not make fun of my accent, and don't assume my indifference means that I don't like you, I just have a lot on my mind. My loyalty does not come easy so know that if you have been found worthy and I have joined you there is no room in my soul for betrayal. But know, betray me and you'll be wishing for Molag Bal himself to take you.
Sorry, where's my manners. See, I'm probably the best Nightblade you'll every want to throw coin at. Murder for hire, espionage, sabotage, I do it all, and I do it well. Mostly anyway. One day I'm on top of the world, even if in the shadows, then all of a sudden something changed. I get this particularly difficult job, the kind that would make seasoned assassins squeamish. My mark has a whole village that he controls with more guards than there are villagers and worse yet, I'm nursing a wound from a job several weeks before. Yet I feel... powerful! I begin the job by sneaking up to the stable just before dusk. As night approaches, I make my way to a trio of guards standing by the manor door, the plan already in my head. I pull my blade back to strike and... pain. Pain like I have never felt before in my life. I scream. The guards call out, more come, they approach... then nothing. I wake up, the sun is shining on me and over twenty dead guards lie around me, torn to pieces. Whatever great beast hunts them must have failed to kill me. Surely I am the greatest Nightblade to ever live!
Hi there, name's Larcen. I'm not your typical Bosmer so please do not make fun of my accent, and don't assume my indifference means that I don't like you, I just have a lot on my mind. My loyalty does not come easy so know that if you have been found worthy and I have joined you there is no room in my soul for betrayal. But know, betray me and you'll be wishing for Molag Bal himself to take you.
Sorry, where's my manners. See, I'm probably the best Nightblade you'll every want to throw coin at. Murder for hire, espionage, sabotage, I do it all, and I do it well. Mostly anyway. One day I'm on top of the world, even if in the shadows, then all of a sudden something changed. I get this particularly difficult job, the kind that would make seasoned assassins squeamish. My mark has a whole village that he controls with more guards than there are villagers and worse yet, I'm nursing a wound from a job several weeks before. Yet I feel... powerful! I begin the job by sneaking up to the stable just before dusk. As night approaches, I make my way to a trio of guards standing by the manor door, the plan already in my head. I pull my blade back to strike and... pain. Pain like I have never felt before in my life. I scream. The guards call out, more come, they approach... then nothing. I wake up, the sun is shining on me and over twenty dead guards lie around me, torn to pieces. Whatever great beast hunts them must have failed to kill me. Surely I am the greatest Nightblade to ever live!
TryynityMay 29, 2014