Post by Okan-Shei on Oct 23, 2009 6:12:13 GMT -5
Name: Okan-Shei
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Race: Argonian
BirthSign: Mage
Hair Color/Style: Dorsal ridge
Eye color: Orange
Skin Tone: Red, with green scales under his eyes
Guild/Facion Part of: None
Likes:
Intellegent conversations
Books
Bodies of water
Mead
Dislikes
Orcs
Ogres
Betrayal
Slavery
Turn Ons:
Female
Intellegent, yet rebelious
Turn Offs:
Male
Stupid people
Nervous Habits: Twitches his tail a lot
Girl/Boyfriend: None
Friends: None yet
Rivals: None yet
Fears:
Vampires
The undead
Job: Alchemist/Mage (He summons various creatures, and tests different potions on them to see how each potion affects the creature)
Weapon/s: Steel Shortsword
Powers: His intelligence, his magic potential
Weaknesses: His fragile Argonian structure
Appearance: Okan-Shei doesn't seem to differ from other Argonians from a long distance. He shares their slim body structure. However, upon close inspection, it can be seen that his snout is slightly longer than that of a normal Argonian. A medium-sized dorsal ridge runs down the middle of his head, to just above the neck. His age can be detected by his scales, as there are some green scales just below his eyes. He wears a Russel Felt outfit.
Personality: Okan-Shei is somewhat of a loner by nature. Where most people visit a tavern with friends, Okan-Shei would sit in a corner alone, with a book and bottle of mead. However, when he does befriend someone, he opens up a little more. He is loyal to friends, and is often willing to use his intelligence to help them with any problems they may have.
Father: Argonian, dead
Mother: Argonian, alive
Sibling/s: None
History/Past: Okan-Shei was born into a high-class family of Argonians, in the land of Morrowind. As such, they were not forced to become slaves. However, one night, Okan-Shei was tricked into becoming a slave by an Orc slaver. This sparked off a political battle, between Okan-Shei's parents and the Orc slaver, which lasted for many years. This battle eventually escalated when the Orc crushed Okan-Shei's father's head with a hammer. Okan-Shei's aunts and uncles worked to kill the Orc, which they eventually did when Okan-Shei was 25. Feeling responsible for the Orc's death, Okan-Shei left Morrowind behind and headed for Cyrodiil.
When he arrived, Okan-Shei was not greeted with smiles. He was attacked by an ogre, and was looted by the ogre after falling unconcious. Were it not for a travelling mage, he would have died. The mage tended to his wounds, and taught him the art of Alchemy and Conjuration, in order to help him work back the posessions that were stolen from him. After a few months, Okan-Shei was ready to head for the Imperial City, where he would buy a house and create potions to sell to those who need them.
RP Sample: The Merchant's Inn. Usually, it was filled to the brim with citizens of many races, and this night was no different. The sounds of talking, laughing and people having a good time echoed around the room. Suddenly, as the door to the tavern opened, the room went almost silent and attention was turned to the door.
At the door frame, stood the reptilian frame of Okan-Shei. He was a regular visitor of this tavern, so other visitors returned to talking and laughing. Okan-Shei approached the counter and spoke out to the barkeeper, with his regular reptilian voice.
"The usual, please."
The barkeeper nodded and pulled a bottle of mead from underneath the counter. He placed it on the counter, and looked at the Argonian, waiting for him to pay for the mead. Okan-Shei handed him two sets of coins, speaking while he did so.
"Heres the money for the mead - and this is for yourself."
The barkeeper grinned as Okan-Shei gave him the tip. As Okan-Shei moved to sit in the corner, as usual, the barkeeper yelled a 'thank you!' to him. Okan-Shei sat down and, after taking a sip from the mead, started to read the book he had brought with him. He was currently reading The Amulet of Kings, as he showed interest in how the Amulet of Kings came to be. His attention was only drawn away when he heard a load cheer. His head snapped upwards to see a Breton and a Nord standing up. The Breton was holding his eye. Great, another bar fight. Okan-Shei rolled his eyes and muttered to himself.
"These people are easily pleased..."
Image/s: None yet
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Race: Argonian
BirthSign: Mage
Hair Color/Style: Dorsal ridge
Eye color: Orange
Skin Tone: Red, with green scales under his eyes
Guild/Facion Part of: None
Likes:
Intellegent conversations
Books
Bodies of water
Mead
Dislikes
Orcs
Ogres
Betrayal
Slavery
Turn Ons:
Female
Intellegent, yet rebelious
Turn Offs:
Male
Stupid people
Nervous Habits: Twitches his tail a lot
Girl/Boyfriend: None
Friends: None yet
Rivals: None yet
Fears:
Vampires
The undead
Job: Alchemist/Mage (He summons various creatures, and tests different potions on them to see how each potion affects the creature)
Weapon/s: Steel Shortsword
Powers: His intelligence, his magic potential
Weaknesses: His fragile Argonian structure
Appearance: Okan-Shei doesn't seem to differ from other Argonians from a long distance. He shares their slim body structure. However, upon close inspection, it can be seen that his snout is slightly longer than that of a normal Argonian. A medium-sized dorsal ridge runs down the middle of his head, to just above the neck. His age can be detected by his scales, as there are some green scales just below his eyes. He wears a Russel Felt outfit.
Personality: Okan-Shei is somewhat of a loner by nature. Where most people visit a tavern with friends, Okan-Shei would sit in a corner alone, with a book and bottle of mead. However, when he does befriend someone, he opens up a little more. He is loyal to friends, and is often willing to use his intelligence to help them with any problems they may have.
Father: Argonian, dead
Mother: Argonian, alive
Sibling/s: None
History/Past: Okan-Shei was born into a high-class family of Argonians, in the land of Morrowind. As such, they were not forced to become slaves. However, one night, Okan-Shei was tricked into becoming a slave by an Orc slaver. This sparked off a political battle, between Okan-Shei's parents and the Orc slaver, which lasted for many years. This battle eventually escalated when the Orc crushed Okan-Shei's father's head with a hammer. Okan-Shei's aunts and uncles worked to kill the Orc, which they eventually did when Okan-Shei was 25. Feeling responsible for the Orc's death, Okan-Shei left Morrowind behind and headed for Cyrodiil.
When he arrived, Okan-Shei was not greeted with smiles. He was attacked by an ogre, and was looted by the ogre after falling unconcious. Were it not for a travelling mage, he would have died. The mage tended to his wounds, and taught him the art of Alchemy and Conjuration, in order to help him work back the posessions that were stolen from him. After a few months, Okan-Shei was ready to head for the Imperial City, where he would buy a house and create potions to sell to those who need them.
RP Sample: The Merchant's Inn. Usually, it was filled to the brim with citizens of many races, and this night was no different. The sounds of talking, laughing and people having a good time echoed around the room. Suddenly, as the door to the tavern opened, the room went almost silent and attention was turned to the door.
At the door frame, stood the reptilian frame of Okan-Shei. He was a regular visitor of this tavern, so other visitors returned to talking and laughing. Okan-Shei approached the counter and spoke out to the barkeeper, with his regular reptilian voice.
"The usual, please."
The barkeeper nodded and pulled a bottle of mead from underneath the counter. He placed it on the counter, and looked at the Argonian, waiting for him to pay for the mead. Okan-Shei handed him two sets of coins, speaking while he did so.
"Heres the money for the mead - and this is for yourself."
The barkeeper grinned as Okan-Shei gave him the tip. As Okan-Shei moved to sit in the corner, as usual, the barkeeper yelled a 'thank you!' to him. Okan-Shei sat down and, after taking a sip from the mead, started to read the book he had brought with him. He was currently reading The Amulet of Kings, as he showed interest in how the Amulet of Kings came to be. His attention was only drawn away when he heard a load cheer. His head snapped upwards to see a Breton and a Nord standing up. The Breton was holding his eye. Great, another bar fight. Okan-Shei rolled his eyes and muttered to himself.
"These people are easily pleased..."
Image/s: None yet
