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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 18, 2006 2:09:19 GMT -5
Mathis wipes his face with a damp rag, as he watches the newcomer enter the Bloodworks. "I heard one of the other combatants mention your name... Phoenix was it? You may of thought you were some kind of big shot in your time, but within these walls, your nothing but a filthy PitDog."
Mathis turns and heads for the Blue teams Red room, still talking as he walks away. "You will find yourself not rising from the ashes of this place... Welcome PitDog... and goodbye." He gives an old sounding Cackle as he leaves the room.
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 18, 2006 6:03:01 GMT -5
Name: Tarnon (NPC)
Sex: Male
Age: 23
Birth Sign: The Ritual
Main Attributes: Speed Agility
Main Skills: Block Blade Marksman Light armor Alchemy Acrobatics Athletics
Race: Bosmer
Team: Yellow
Raiment: Light
Weapon: Steel Crossbow/Steel Arrows. Steel Shortsword, and Steel Shield.
Appearance: Tarnon is the average size, and build for a Wood Elf of his age. His attire is nothing special, but well kempt.
Brief History: Tarnon was a skilled hunter, but only fought in self defense. He joined the Arena only because his childhood friend, (Alyiin) who he happens to be in love with, is also a combatant. He hopes to keep her safe, and hopfully impress her in the process.
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 18, 2006 6:19:10 GMT -5
Name: Seraph (NPC)
Sex: Female
Age: 19
Birth Sign: The Lover
Main Attributes: Willpower Personality
Main Skills: Blunt Alchemy Restoration Alteration Illusion Mysticisim Speechcraft
Race: Imperial
Team: Blue
Raiment: Light
Weapon: Seraph wields an Unfinished Mage's Staff. The solid oak staff has not yet been enhanced with an enchantment, but she is well trained in Staff Combat.
Appearance: Seraph is the youngest Brawler the Arena has ever seen. Her straight black hair reaches down to her lower back. Her figure is slim, and her beauty is unmatched within the Arena walls. She wears a blue unfastened cloak. She keeps the hood down to show her face. Many a time has it been the difference between victory and defeat.
Brief History: Seraph has always been naturally gifted in the Arcane arts. She started studying to become a member of the Mage's Guild, and has since become obsessed with gaining entry to the Arcane University, in the Imperial City. She is currently training under the Mages Guild faction in Skingrad. While most spells come easy to her, Seraph seems to have troubles when it comes to casting those that fall under Destruction. She was born into a rich life, and only fights to further her training.
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Post by me on Oct 18, 2006 21:57:56 GMT -5
"Tell me Mathis for I have a question for you. Are we allowed to wield an Akiviri katana as a Pit-Dog? Also do you like the Blue red room because it reminds you of the dress you wore as a little girl?" Phoenix Blade challenged, before snapping his fingers and burning Mathis's bucket and mop to ashes with a spell of destruction.
"Well it seems that their are indeed ashes here in the Arena."
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Post by Inquisitor Loki on Oct 23, 2006 15:33:36 GMT -5
Name: Maki
Sex: Male
Age: 36
Birth Sign: The Warrior
Main Attributes: Strength Endurance
Main Skills: Heavy Armor Blade Marksman Block Restoration Acrobatics Athletics
Race: Imperial
Team: Blue
Raiment: Heavy
Weapon: Fine Steel Long Sword, Iron Shield, Fine Steel Bow with iron arrows.
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 23, 2006 15:52:39 GMT -5
OOC: Sweet.. nice to have you here.
IC: Mathis sits on a bench and watches the newcomer. He sits silently at first cleaning the blood of the end of a spear. He grumbles something quietly, and stands.
"Welcome PitDog... Another Imperial eh? I smelled your stink, before you even entered. I hope your fancy with a blade. I'd say its nice to meet you... but why lie to a dead man? Your raiments over there."
Mathis points an old shakey hand towards the far wall. "Most the others are already in their Red room. There is a PitDog tournament, in progress if you'd like to join. I don't think your worthy, but my nephew says all must be allowed to enter." Mathis mumbles something else that cannot be heard... "Why are you still standing here? Get your gear and be off... I've work to be done."
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Post by GreyEidolon on Oct 28, 2006 21:27:38 GMT -5
I suppose it's about time I make a character.
Okay-
Name: Ivremill, or sometimes "Thunderstruck Ivremill"
Race: Altmer
Sex: Male
Age: Unknown, presumably very old
Birth Sign: The Mage
Main Attributes: Intelligence/Willpower
Major Skills:
Destruction Alteration Illusion Conjuration Enchant Unarmored Short Blade
Team: Yellow
Rainment: Light
Weapon: A small ornate iron dagger
Appearence: A tall Altmer with long grey hair that sticks up wildly above him. He always wears a red robe with gold trimmings, and is abnormally thin. He has nearly featureless green-grey eyes that often frighten others, and a sharp pointed face. He is almost always wearing a wolfish grin.
Brief History: Much is rumored but little is known about this old man. He seems quite mad, and it is known that something happened to addle his mind. He is also known to ramble incoherently, thinking he has everyone's rapt attention. One rumor states that he is the old Arch-Mage of the Mage's Guild, but was cast away by the new Guild Master. His nickname comes from his rather frazzled appearence, and from another rumor that he was hit by lightening during an outdoor lecture. Viewed as somewhat dangerous, people who have heard of him avoid him when possible.
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 29, 2006 12:51:44 GMT -5
OOC: Welcome Pit Dog
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Post by Abaddon on Oct 29, 2006 17:43:21 GMT -5
Name: Maelin Straightarrow
Sex: Male
Age: 26
birth sign: Thief
Main Attributes Strength Speed
Main Skills Marksmen Blade Light Armor Sneak Destruction Conjuration Athletics
Race: Bosmer
Team: Blue
Raiment:Light
Weapons: Steel Throwing knives and Shurikan {if available} iron Bow and arrow, iron Shortsword.
Appearance: Black with a red skull on it.
History: Lived in Vvardenfell until his parents were brutally murdered. He hunted them down and killed them all. Then he was recruited by the Dark Brotherhood. He wandered throughout Tamriel completing contracts until he found the woman he loved.She broke his heart and left him for a rich king in Skyrim. He trains until he can kill them both.
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 30, 2006 0:37:02 GMT -5
Mathis wobbles slowly forward his arm in a rough looking sling. He smiles, several teeth missing from his mouth. He sits down on a bench not having the energy to return to his job yet. He looks at the new combatant.
"Welcome Pit Dog... I feel sorry for you entering this place. Its not safe with the animals they let in nowadays. Hopefully after you get your first couple of losses in your first couple of matches you'll realize that and be on your way, with your tail between your legs. Then I won't have to clean up your filth anymore."
Mathis favors his arm, his words apparently go unheeded.
OOC: Your appearence doesn't really describe you well. Its not really required, but If you want others to have a better visual, and feel of your character, I'd describe him better.
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Post by Pentium Evil on Oct 31, 2006 9:37:27 GMT -5
Name: Scardinius Vex A.K.A Dusk XI
Sex: Male
Age: 24
Birth Sign: The Ritual
Main Attributes: Strength Agility
Main Skills: Sneak Blade Marksman Light armor Blunt Acrobatics Athletics
Race: Imperial
Team: Blue
Raiment: Light
Weapon: Iron Longsword with Steel bow/Arrows and a Iron shield.
Appearance: His face is concealed by a black hood, all that can be seen is that he is of light skin and his hair is but thin threads of black hung down. He is of moderate build
Brief History: The village of Dawnwatch in the land of Hammerfell from which Scardinius was raised, a certain tradition was carried out once a year. Every year the local Mage would observe the new born babies born under the ritual. And choose accordingly one to train in the arts of Stealth and Combat. Scardinius was the child chosen, he was taken from his homeland to a secret temple, deep beneath the ground where he was taught to be a holy warrior of his people, The Vessel of Dawn, a soldier trained to use darkness to bring light to Tamriel. He was put through rigorous training rituals. Hours of melle battle and stealth missions into dangerous caverns.
At the age of twenty he was near finished with his training, but on the day of his annointing as Vessel of Dawn XI a tragedy befell the Temple, Necromancers bent on ending the society that had interfeared with their plans so many times. They summoned the dead from the Temple crypts, they slayed the warriors inside and ressurected them as they fell. Within moments the Temple was in ruin and not a single soul left untainted, except for one.
Scardinius had used his many skills to escape through the sewer systems and caverns. He was alive, but unannointed as the Vessel of Dawn he was but a shell without the light of dawn to guide him. He pulled up a black hood over his head and dawned a new title Dusk XI. Now, four years later he finds himself in the Imperial City, ready to do battle.
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Post by grrman on Oct 31, 2006 22:03:53 GMT -5
Name: GrrMan, or just 'Grr' Age: Unspecified. Somewhere between the early twenties to the early thirties. Gender: Male Height: 7'0" Weight: 260 lbs. Class: Primagen Race: Redguard (or so it seems)
Birthsign: The Warrior, but assuming he hails from a different continent, they have different constellations... but whatever.
Main Attributes: Strength Endurance
Major Skills: Blade Blunt Block Heavy Armor Marksman Security Sneak
Team: Blue Team
Rainment: A heavy blue rainment with a large 'G' carved into the front.
Weapon: An iron longsword with notches set into the crossguard counting his kills.
However, his preferred weapon is a masterfully crafted beautfil longsword longsword, composed of the purest of silver and the strongest of alloys. It is impeccably forged and even the greatest of smiths have remarked that no flaw is to be found, though some mages remark otherwise. It is not enchanted, despite its ethereal appearance, and is named "The First Trial" by GrrMan. That possibly hints at it's origin... yet GrrMan apparently has had it all his life.
Immediate Spells: (GrrMan is only moderately skilled in fire-based Destruction magic; otherwise he's dumb as a brick when it comes to magic.) Fireblast- shoots an explosive fireballl out of his hand. Can be multiplied. Firerain- summons flame from the sky to descend upon foes. Firestream- shoots a gout of flame from his hand. Incinerate- lights an enemy or object on fire. Fire Wall- summons a wall of flame to stand before him.
History: Not much is known of the infamous criminal GrrMan. Supposedly he sailed sailed into the lands of Tamriel one day, on the finest ship ever crafted, with the most cutthroat of men as his crew, and simply terrorized and pillaged to his pleasure, until he and his greatest comrade were backstabbed by his third-in-command with the assistance of an old foe, according to myth. But then again, who'd believe that? But from his wealthy appearance and foreign charm, it would almost seem those silly legends are true. GrrMan has a strange way with the element of fire. He can cast fireballs and gouts of flame with relative ease, though he really isn't much of a mage, oddly enough. He also has a strong ability to withstand fire and heat very well, and doesn't take cold weather that hard.
Apparently, the epic tale of GrrMan hasn't been heard or told of in Cyrodiil for years. Is this the same GrrMan of legend? Nah, couldn't be.
Appearance: A very tall, muscular figure, with rather dark skin black and jet black hair flowing back past his neck (Grecian mullet, baby) that oddly has the tendency to stick slightly up, quite a bit like a field of small spikes. He has a long, rather large and intimidating scar running from the hairline of the left side of his face, through his left eye, down his cheek, and past his jaw. This scar he seemingly disregards as a part of himself. His eye color is a stunning crimson. Probably a genetic flaw.
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Post by DEATH97 on Nov 1, 2006 7:15:23 GMT -5
Much better.
2 things:
1. I allow ppl to stretch the storylines of the Universe on occasion for RP'ing purposes.. that said if you have a Birthsign in mind that doesn't really apply to the ElderScrolls, PM me its name and the abilities it gives you.. and I may allow it if I feel it is balanced.
2. I deleted the One Main skill you made... I ment that you need 7 major skills listed and that you only had 6. So you need one more. I've gone ahead and added you to the roster, and I'll set up a match for you in the Tourny. But please add this skill before you attempt to fight.
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Post by grrman on Nov 1, 2006 20:00:46 GMT -5
Ah, alright, thanks.
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Post by Inquisitor Loki on Dec 7, 2006 23:54:40 GMT -5
I really want to start doing this but I am so busy, maybe of winter break
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