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Ah, the 6th is a good date. Can't wait for this to start up!

Only a couple days to go!

:s Considering.

Did you mean Xbox or PC?

Xbox. I finished it a few days ago, in one big marathon.

That IS true. I haven't noticed any references to Meridia, in my playthrough.

Username: Eltee

Name: Irriwen

Race: Bosmer

Sex: Female

Age: 25

Birthsign: The Serpent

Appearance: As small as any Bosmer, and rather skinny. However, she is a wiry lass, quite strong for her size, and tough. She has dark, nut-brown skin, small, pointed breasts, and narrow hips. Her face is angular and savage, with a pointed chin and prominent cheekbones. Her eyes are easily her most striking feature, large, muddy brown and filled almost entirely with the characteristically large corneas of the Bosmer. Her hair is matted and messy, although she does her best to keep it braided in what approximates a relatively attractive, if wild-looking, style.

Personality: She is rather prone to mood swings, and is rather unpredictable. HATES vampires, and is mildly distrustful of those who aren't either elves or Khajiit... Excepting those in the Dawnguard.

1 Expert Skill: Archery

1 Major Skill: Sneak

2 Minor skills: Alchemy, One Handed

Backstory: Irriwen was born in the far southern Bosmeri city of Falinesti, but was raised further in the woods in a very traditional Bosmeri family, offering prayer to Y'ffre and consuming the flesh of the dead.
When she came of age at sixteen, the first thing she did was leave her home, joining a Khajiit Caravan as a guard. She was an able huntress, and very much capable of standing her ground in a fight. The caravan life suited her well for many years, and she was able to see much of the world, and she had many adventures with her adopted caravaneer family.
That life all came crashing down when Irriwen was 22, when the Caravan was attacked by hunters more capable than even her, true stalkers of the night: Vampires. The Khajiit were slaughtered to a man, but Irriwen managed to escape.
The ambush happened in Skyrim's Falkreath hold, and the Elf quickly found a way to make a living, hunting elk and deer in the forests to sell the pelts in Helgen, Riverwood, Falkreath and Sungard.
When she heard about the reformation of the Dawnguard, she immediately jumped at the chance of avenging those who had been so close to her... And regain a sense of purpose in her life.
While she still holds some reverence for Y'ffre, she has adopted Skyrim's goddess, Kyne.

Equipment: Wood/Horn Bow, Iron War Axe, Fur Cuirass, Fur Greaves, Fur Gauntlets, Fur Shoes, Fur Hood, 20 Steel Arrows, 80 Iron Arrows, Iron Dagger, Hide Shield, 3 Healing Potions, Six Minor Stamina potions, One Warmth Potion.

Spells: Healing, Clairvoyance

Yay! Eltee is one of my favorite people to RP with! Are you looking forward to RPing with me, Eltee?

FU

It's the 6th we can start now. (granted its 12:10 at time of posting)

Nah I kid I kid Gideon.

Starts tomorrow, who's excited? I know I am.
This will actually be my first Elder Scrolls RP, I notice.

I wonder if it's too late to change my character to an angry redguard chick.

Make a redguard bard with a huge afro, and dress him in exotic fine clothing.
Call him "Lutemaster Luke" and make him beat all of his enemies with his fiery dance moves of death.

25 Last Seed, 4E 202

The town of Blacklight was a busy place. Though much of its population was Dunmeri, other folk from all corners of Tamriel flocked there to hawk their wares in its bustling markets. By midafternoon, the trade had barely hit full swing, dozens of coins exchanging hands every moment.

In the center of the town, surrounded by stalls and shops, was a breathtaking fountain, crafted from fine marble. At its pinnacle was a statue of Saint Jiub, spear raised in salute. Around this, mercenaries and adventurers often gathered, for there was no better place to find work of the sort that suited them.

On this particular day, a motley crowd had assembled round the fountain. Some were shoppers, resting a few moments near the fountain's cooling waters; others were looking for contracts, jobs of the sort requiring a little muscle, or, in some cases, a little magic.

Dal stood in the shadow of the fountain, listening to the calming sound of the water as it fell. His burly arms were crossed in front of his chest as he surveyed the crowd around him. Nice day. Hope it stays nice, he thought. He closed his eyes and let his mind remain at rest. He knew if someone had a job for an Orc they would have no trouble finding him. Trouble was there weren't ever that many jobs for an Orc.

Ra'zhar sniffed the air. Sweetrolls and cooked meat. It was a fantastic day indeed; the sun was high and the air was less bitterly cold here in Morrowind than in most of Skyrim. Still, Ra'zhar pulled his robe on a little tighter; it was not warm like Elsewyr.
Approaching the fountain, he hoped to find some sort of work. He had spent almost all of his septims and the time had come to finally get a contract and earn a bit of money. Perhaps he would finally start saving up for some kind of house.

He definitely preferred the Morrowind weather, but Skyrim seemed to teem with interest to the young Khajiit significantly more; especially because of the Mages' College. Despite this, he knew he would have to settle down eventually, and Morrowind was the place to do it.

Gives-out-shadow smiled inwardly. The argonian was by the fountain, the spray sprinkled down his face. He wished for a contract to approach, hopefully a fun one..

Ra'zhar approached the argonian, eager to strike up conversation with someone for lack of a better thing to do.
"You are here for a contract as well, yes?" he asked, tilting his head and crossing his arms.

Dal heard the Khajiit speaking and turned his head to listen. He cracked one eye open slightly as well. Any talk of a contract interested him. Perhaps the Khajiit had a contract and was looking for assistants?

Gives-out-shadow nodded. "yes." he hissed his s's slightly. "does the khajiit have one for me?" his tail moved in a predatory matter.

"No, Ra'zhar does not." he replied, shaking his head. "Ra'zhar was searching for one as well."

Gives-out-shadow nodded slightly. "then maybe Ra'zhar and I should work together on one then. That sounds agreeable, yes?" He offered the deal with a scaled hand, it was a dark inky kind of black and gleamed like black diamond.

Ra'zhar considered the offer and then extended his white, fluffy hand to shake on it. "Ra'zhar agrees. Now, if we could simply find such a contract, Ra'zhar would be quite overjoyed." he said with a smirk.

Brandoril pulled up his hood and strode towards the fountain. Marvelous day today. Warmer than it was in Skyrim, that's for bloody sure. He observed the growing crowd of mercenaries and other folk. Awful lot of people to just be sitting around, taking a rest. Brandoril eyed the elven women with a sly grin. And the sights grow all the more beautiful!