RaccoonismAug 09, 2015Aug 09, 2015 at 07:42 PM
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@Raccoonism
Name: Rildoris
Alias: Belne, Traus
Age: 37
Race: Dunmer
Voice: Toby Longworth's magnificent smoothness.
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Affiliations: Bandits, Himself
Likes:
Strengths:
Weakness:
Theme: Theme music for ambiance
Appearance: Tall, dark blue skin adorned with several scars across his chest. He has chestnut colored hair, tightly pinned back with agreen scarab pin*. His chin is covered with neatly trimmed stubble, his brow always cruel despite his soft facial features.
*He has since lost his Scarab pin in the attack he suffered by Hloriella. Now Rildoris carries a scar across his cheek and one over his lip, the same he inflicted upon Hloriella. His left arm is severely scarred from losing skin.
Personality: Rildoris. Bandit king. Blessing to Nirn...or so he thinks. Pompous doesn’t even begin to describe this selfish dunmer, rotten black down to his core. All exists to please him, everything just waiting for him to take. He knows no concept of friend or love, save for love for himself, and his precious knives. People he meets fall into three categories, ones who take, ones to be taken, and ones to be killed.
Manipulative, sadistic, cold, and lacking any sense of empathy or remorse, Rildoris is a straight up sociopath with little to none redeeming qualities.
Background:
Born in Vvardenfell to a Hlaalu noble, Rildoris was spoiled brat from a young age. Born of greatness, he was destined for even greater things in his mind. All was wonderful for the lad, up until the age of 16, when his father grew sick of buying him free of trouble. Disowned, kicked out on the streets, the glorious dunmer found himself pilfering lowly merchants for food and coin to pay off his gambling debts. Never again did he want to be poor. Never again, would he be a ‘taken’.
Several years on the streets only allowed Rildoris to grow wiser, sharper, crueler. A watcher of others, he picked his targets carefully. Drunkards spoke the most, but they were easy prey. It was no longer about survival to him. In his early 20s, now, it was a game. Watching how others acted, he mimicked concern to crying woman and mourning men. Promising an ear to their trouble, and learning the wondrous art of illusion magic. What he would get, was information. Robbing the graves of dead for jewels, looting houses left unattended too, whatever lucrative job passed his ears. Bribing others with forbidden secrets he also picked up easily laced his pockets.
Over the years, he crossed paths with the young dunmer Fedris Timberscrub. Hanging out in shabby taverns together, chatting about trifles that Rildoris lied about or invented, he gained the sympathy of him, he even befriended him. It wasn’t long however, before a mistake was made.
He had gone to far.
Needing to flee town, the horrible man looked to Fedris for aid. Putting on a powerful act of desperation, he was able to get enough supplies from the fellow thief to head out into the wilds. From there, his new life as a bandit began…
Bandit days.
(Safest summery: He did some horrible bandit-y things and Hloriella was an unwilling assistant.)
NSFW: Trigger warning/upsetting themes ahead.[/u][/i]
Years past since his first kill, but many more bodies had fallen from his blades. Out in the wilds of Vvardenfell, a group of seven men and one orc woman followed his every word. Captivating, charming, manipulative deadly words spun from his tongue, more gold and narcotics to be trafficked by their hands.
The game changed however, when a runaway dunmer woman literally stumbled into their base. Hloriella. Instead of slitting her throat then and there, an opportunity was made. Rildoris took the scared criminal in with a new plan for amusement: Teach her how to lure victims to them.
The sole other woman in the group, Snakoga, the orc, took the young dunmer under her wing. Out of pity at first, the rough woman shielded her from Ril’s more sinister ways, keeping in between the two as Hloriella was slowly groomed for her new purpose. Snakoga was more than just a bandit however, she was Ril’s prized accomplice. The first one to join his flock, skilled with hand to hand and blunt, Snakoga was apt for taking down any who would cause the man harm. A pretty guard dog to him.
Many times Hloriella fumbled, her lack of skill in weapons nearly cost her dearly in the group. More then once Snakoga came to the girls defense, slowly growing a strong bond with her. Rildoris, was not pleased with this. Before any action could be taken, however, one fateful day, Snakoga led Hloriella by the hand to freedom. Or at least tried. She failed.
(NSFW TRIGGER WARNING)
Many months later, an accidental mix up by Hloriella’s hand with their food led to the seven of them, including Rildoris, to become poisoned. The ensuing confusion was enough for her to slip off to freedom, eventually landing herself in Vulk.
Rildoris, however, survived. Livid, he has since vowed to reclaim his dunmer tool while clawing his way to the top, no one makes a fool of Rildoris. No one.
Hooks: As an antagonist, Rildoris is available for any sinister plots involving your characters. Just message me to work something out.
Name: Rildoris
Alias: Belne, Traus
Age: 37
Race: Dunmer
Voice: Toby Longworth's magnificent smoothness.
Calm Tone
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Darker Tones
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Alignment: Neutral Evil
Affiliations: Bandits, Himself
Likes:
- His knives
- Control / manipulation
- Mazte
- His 'possessions' (very, very possessive over what he thinks and does own)
- Cutting
- Suffering in others by his hand
Hates: - Anyone/thing trying to control him
- Failure
- Insubordination
- Insects
- Comberry
- Hloriella
- Lucrezia
Strengths:
- Illusion magic
- Blades/ knives
- His guile
- His fists
- Anatomical Knowledge
Weakness:
- Is rather scrawny in stature
- Hot Headed
- Prideful (pigheaded)
- Arrogant
- Low tolerance for pain
- Can't handle heavy hits
- Selfish
- Is a massive racist
Theme: Theme music for ambiance
Appearance: Tall, dark blue skin adorned with several scars across his chest. He has chestnut colored hair, tightly pinned back with a
*He has since lost his Scarab pin in the attack he suffered by Hloriella. Now Rildoris carries a scar across his cheek and one over his lip, the same he inflicted upon Hloriella. His left arm is severely scarred from losing skin.
Personality: Rildoris. Bandit king. Blessing to Nirn...or so he thinks. Pompous doesn’t even begin to describe this selfish dunmer, rotten black down to his core. All exists to please him, everything just waiting for him to take. He knows no concept of friend or love, save for love for himself, and his precious knives. People he meets fall into three categories, ones who take, ones to be taken, and ones to be killed.
Manipulative, sadistic, cold, and lacking any sense of empathy or remorse, Rildoris is a straight up sociopath with little to none redeeming qualities.
Background:
Born in Vvardenfell to a Hlaalu noble, Rildoris was spoiled brat from a young age. Born of greatness, he was destined for even greater things in his mind. All was wonderful for the lad, up until the age of 16, when his father grew sick of buying him free of trouble. Disowned, kicked out on the streets, the glorious dunmer found himself pilfering lowly merchants for food and coin to pay off his gambling debts. Never again did he want to be poor. Never again, would he be a ‘taken’.
Several years on the streets only allowed Rildoris to grow wiser, sharper, crueler. A watcher of others, he picked his targets carefully. Drunkards spoke the most, but they were easy prey. It was no longer about survival to him. In his early 20s, now, it was a game. Watching how others acted, he mimicked concern to crying woman and mourning men. Promising an ear to their trouble, and learning the wondrous art of illusion magic. What he would get, was information. Robbing the graves of dead for jewels, looting houses left unattended too, whatever lucrative job passed his ears. Bribing others with forbidden secrets he also picked up easily laced his pockets.
Over the years, he crossed paths with the young dunmer Fedris Timberscrub. Hanging out in shabby taverns together, chatting about trifles that Rildoris lied about or invented, he gained the sympathy of him, he even befriended him. It wasn’t long however, before a mistake was made.
He had gone to far.
Needing to flee town, the horrible man looked to Fedris for aid. Putting on a powerful act of desperation, he was able to get enough supplies from the fellow thief to head out into the wilds. From there, his new life as a bandit began…
Bandit days.
(Safest summery: He did some horrible bandit-y things and Hloriella was an unwilling assistant.)
NSFW: Trigger warning/upsetting themes ahead.[/u][/i]
Years past since his first kill, but many more bodies had fallen from his blades. Out in the wilds of Vvardenfell, a group of seven men and one orc woman followed his every word. Captivating, charming, manipulative deadly words spun from his tongue, more gold and narcotics to be trafficked by their hands.
The game changed however, when a runaway dunmer woman literally stumbled into their base. Hloriella. Instead of slitting her throat then and there, an opportunity was made. Rildoris took the scared criminal in with a new plan for amusement: Teach her how to lure victims to them.
The sole other woman in the group, Snakoga, the orc, took the young dunmer under her wing. Out of pity at first, the rough woman shielded her from Ril’s more sinister ways, keeping in between the two as Hloriella was slowly groomed for her new purpose. Snakoga was more than just a bandit however, she was Ril’s prized accomplice. The first one to join his flock, skilled with hand to hand and blunt, Snakoga was apt for taking down any who would cause the man harm. A pretty guard dog to him.
Many times Hloriella fumbled, her lack of skill in weapons nearly cost her dearly in the group. More then once Snakoga came to the girls defense, slowly growing a strong bond with her. Rildoris, was not pleased with this. Before any action could be taken, however, one fateful day, Snakoga led Hloriella by the hand to freedom. Or at least tried. She failed.
(NSFW TRIGGER WARNING)
Spoiler
Early in the morning, the two lovers crept through the sleeping cavern. The dunmer girl tripped over one of her fellow bandits, face planting in a loud huff, a loyal member awoke. Rildoris awoke.
Faced with his right hand running off with one of his tools, an angry firestorm erupted from the man. Without a moment of hesitation or explanation, he took Snakoga by the back and slit her abdomen wide open with his wicked knife, eviscerating her alive in one fell, skilled swoop. Hloriella, made to watch as the life of her love faded slowly, was next on his list. Things were about to change for the woman. He did not kill her, he enslaved her.
As a dying Snakoga watched, he set to work on his new toy, marking her with nonlethal lacerations and sadistic stab wounds. Illusion magic put to horrible use, he compounded sorrow and pain, with magically induced terror. Then, he took her body for himself.
Faced with his right hand running off with one of his tools, an angry firestorm erupted from the man. Without a moment of hesitation or explanation, he took Snakoga by the back and slit her abdomen wide open with his wicked knife, eviscerating her alive in one fell, skilled swoop. Hloriella, made to watch as the life of her love faded slowly, was next on his list. Things were about to change for the woman. He did not kill her, he enslaved her.
As a dying Snakoga watched, he set to work on his new toy, marking her with nonlethal lacerations and sadistic stab wounds. Illusion magic put to horrible use, he compounded sorrow and pain, with magically induced terror. Then, he took her body for himself.
Many months later, an accidental mix up by Hloriella’s hand with their food led to the seven of them, including Rildoris, to become poisoned. The ensuing confusion was enough for her to slip off to freedom, eventually landing herself in Vulk.
Rildoris, however, survived. Livid, he has since vowed to reclaim his dunmer tool while clawing his way to the top, no one makes a fool of Rildoris. No one.
Hooks: As an antagonist, Rildoris is available for any sinister plots involving your characters. Just message me to work something out.
- Is a slaver.
- He was thought to be killed by Hloriella, but in reality it was a cruel trick of the lich Cidius. He was mutilated by her however.
- Refers to himself as The Bandit King, even though he absoultly is not.
- Blames all of his recent failings on everyone else.
- Has sworn vengeance on several people and refuses to let go until they are dead or enslaved to the point of unhealthy obsession.
- Recently attacked Lucrezia and was beaten to near death by Fedris.
- Recently abducted and did some rather bandit-y things to the bosmer Eniwing. He botched killing her, and now feels humiliated.
- Is obsessive about control and restricts eating and sleeping to unhealthy levels, now more so then ever before.
- Is obsessed with his knives.
- Once worked for Zhinda and worked with Malaki Sloane.
- Is currently at massive odds with the Sloanes.
- Currently seeks to rebuild/create his bandit 'empire'.
Edited Mar 10, 2016 at 07:26 PM by 0