FremieFeb 12, 2016Feb 12, 2016 at 05:26 PM
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ESO @account: @Fremie
Name: Orelana Rulerius
Age: 27
Race: Imperial
Supernatural Race: ███████
Hair Style: Messy w/ Circlet
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Hazel
Skin Tone: Brown 'Pale'
Alignment: Neutral
Nature: Competitor
The Competitor takes great excitement in the pursuit of victory. To the Competitor, every task is a new challenge to meet and a new contest to win. Indeed, the Competitor sees all interactions as some sort of opportunity for her to be the best -- the best leader, the most productive, the most valuable, or whatever.
Demeanor: Chameleon
Independent and self-reliant, you carefully study the behavior and mannerisms of everyone you come in contact with so you can pass yourself off as someone else later.
Features:
In-game Appearance:
Likes and Dislikes
Likes:
Dislikes:
Rumors: Two men would be taking to each other in a bar before looking over to the table where Orelana would be sitting, chuckling slightly before whispering to each other. "Hey, you know what they say about that woman over there?
She's a mercenary for hire, she'll even kill anyone just for the right coin, maybe we ought to pay her to take care of that little problem of ours, eh?" They would laugh it off, focusing back onto their drinks and the normal chatter.
(What our characters should know about yours! Warning: People may use this info before meeting your character IC.)
Background:
There would be shouting and fires going on, smoke would be heavily induced into the air, filling everyone noses making them cough, you could also hear swords clash together and the terrifying waves of the water clash against the ship and there would also be two ships boarding each other.
Orelana sighs sharply covering her nose from the smoke, attempting to locate the captain amidst the chaos only to find him fighting on uneven grounds with two enemies from the other ship. Noticing that everyone else is occupied with keeping the enemy forces at bay she would look upon the ground, glancing at an iron sword held by a bodies cold dead hands, she would grab it, mumbling under her breath. "..- Sorry." rushing towards the aid of the captain she'll strike one of them behind the back, having them fall onto the ground screaming in pain before slipping the blade out of his back and into his flesh again, silencing him whilst the captain gaining the upper ground, he's quite agile he would trip his foe and then step onto the hand that the enemy is holding his sword into, making him lose his grip before plunging his own sword downwards onto his chest. S'bar would glance at Orelana smiling slightly he would be a Khajiit, light brown fur and blue eyes. "Orelana, thank you-. but I had it." He would have let out a faint chuckle before choking on his laugh moments later, they would feel the ship rock intensely, within a instant moment part of their ship would collapse into the water, causing Orelana to black out.
The Air would smell of salt and the bird would squawk near the shoreline, Orelana would be washed onto shore - coughing up water as she nearly drowned, she would move due to how damp and exhausted she is. A High Elf would rush to her side, kneeling down onto the shore inspecting her quickly before screaming "Are you okay?! Hey! Can someone help me?" Orelana would reply with a sharp comment. "W-.. Where am I?"
Elves would arrive, picking Orelana up from the shore and carrying her off.
Name: Orelana Rulerius
Age: 27
Race: Imperial
Supernatural Race: ███████
Hair Style: Messy w/ Circlet
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Hazel
Skin Tone: Brown 'Pale'
Alignment: Neutral
Nature: Competitor
The Competitor takes great excitement in the pursuit of victory. To the Competitor, every task is a new challenge to meet and a new contest to win. Indeed, the Competitor sees all interactions as some sort of opportunity for her to be the best -- the best leader, the most productive, the most valuable, or whatever.
Demeanor: Chameleon
Independent and self-reliant, you carefully study the behavior and mannerisms of everyone you come in contact with so you can pass yourself off as someone else later.
Features:
- She would have 3 claw marks going down her back, near her left shoulder.
In-game Appearance:
Likes and Dislikes
Likes:
- Sweet-roll.
- Cats.
- Great-swords.
- Horses.
- Animals.
- Adventuring.
- Isolation
Dislikes:
- Daedra.
- Liars.
- Thieves.
- Mages.
- Being Annoyed.
- Being Questioned.
- Crowds.
- Boats.
Rumors: Two men would be taking to each other in a bar before looking over to the table where Orelana would be sitting, chuckling slightly before whispering to each other. "Hey, you know what they say about that woman over there?
She's a mercenary for hire, she'll even kill anyone just for the right coin, maybe we ought to pay her to take care of that little problem of ours, eh?" They would laugh it off, focusing back onto their drinks and the normal chatter.
(What our characters should know about yours! Warning: People may use this info before meeting your character IC.)
Background:
Prologue
There would be shouting and fires going on, smoke would be heavily induced into the air, filling everyone noses making them cough, you could also hear swords clash together and the terrifying waves of the water clash against the ship and there would also be two ships boarding each other.
Orelana sighs sharply covering her nose from the smoke, attempting to locate the captain amidst the chaos only to find him fighting on uneven grounds with two enemies from the other ship. Noticing that everyone else is occupied with keeping the enemy forces at bay she would look upon the ground, glancing at an iron sword held by a bodies cold dead hands, she would grab it, mumbling under her breath. "..- Sorry." rushing towards the aid of the captain she'll strike one of them behind the back, having them fall onto the ground screaming in pain before slipping the blade out of his back and into his flesh again, silencing him whilst the captain gaining the upper ground, he's quite agile he would trip his foe and then step onto the hand that the enemy is holding his sword into, making him lose his grip before plunging his own sword downwards onto his chest. S'bar would glance at Orelana smiling slightly he would be a Khajiit, light brown fur and blue eyes. "Orelana, thank you-. but I had it." He would have let out a faint chuckle before choking on his laugh moments later, they would feel the ship rock intensely, within a instant moment part of their ship would collapse into the water, causing Orelana to black out.
Arrival
The Air would smell of salt and the bird would squawk near the shoreline, Orelana would be washed onto shore - coughing up water as she nearly drowned, she would move due to how damp and exhausted she is. A High Elf would rush to her side, kneeling down onto the shore inspecting her quickly before screaming "Are you okay?! Hey! Can someone help me?" Orelana would reply with a sharp comment. "W-.. Where am I?"
Elves would arrive, picking Orelana up from the shore and carrying her off.
Edited Feb 12, 2016 at 05:58 PM by 0
RaccoonismFeb 12, 2016