Post by Tareel on Sept 7, 2009 17:03:45 GMT -5
Name: Tareel.
Age: 32
Gender: Male.
Race: Argonian.
BirthSign: The Serpent.
Hair Color/Style: Black.
Eye color: Orange. (Like all argonians.)
Skin Tone: Yellow. (Scales?)
Guild/Facion Part of: None.
Likes: Necromancers, magic practice.
Dislikes Mages guild, drunks.
Turn Ons: Mixed races, tough but not buff.
Turn Offs: Stupidity, Large greed.
Nervous Habits: Drumming his blade hilt, grinding teeth.
Girl/Boyfriend: None.
Friends: Conjurers. (The ones you see in dungeons.)
Rivals: Most of the mages guild, for Necromancy.
Fears: His own Death, Melee combat.
Job: Rogue Mage.
Weapon/s: Silver shortsword.
Powers: Necromancy, Conjuration, Destruciton, Minor Mysticism.
Weaknesses: Melee combat.
Appearance: A yellow argonian, with spikes instead of fins or other things. He is slender, but no one usually can tell from his robe. The robe was a special design for him, Whenever someone asks him where he got it, he ignores them.
Personality: A quiet man, and usually keeps things from people. He usually walks around, but only buys things, or watches. He will talk to people he knows, or inn keepers, but that is about it. He is trustworthy once he is known, and almost everything can be found out about him in his journal.
Father: Alive - In mages guild.
Mother: Alive.
History/Past: As a boy, he was taught the way of the mage, as was his bloodlines custom. He learned mostly Conjuration and Illusion,
he took a obvious intrest in that type of magic. He summoned bound weaponry and armor, and he was expected to stop there.
None of his bloodline ever got into magic invloving summoning daedra or necromancy, but he had always tried to surpass
his bounds, if it was possible. He went to someone to train in Conjuration with as a teen, and learned basic Necromancy.
He couldn't turn back to normal magic now, he knew too much about Conjuration. He was trained in Destruction for self defense
before in his teens. He became a specialist in Destruction and Conjuration, eventually joining the mages guild. The mages guild
limited him and tried to stop him from Necromancy, so he left that place. He travelled to Cyrodill from his homeland of Black Marsh,
just to be able to practice his Necromancy without bounty.
(And if it is legal in black marsh... Then oh well.)
RP Sample: Tareel walked over the mossy wood, over a lake. He wouldn't want to get his robe wet, but a mossy log didn't really substitute for a bridge. He was used to getting wet though, so he would easily be able to dry his robe, but still. He wouldn't want to take up time that could be used for other things. Thats when he decided to take a jump, maybe he could get across. He took it as steady as he could, then burst into a running jump. He landed roughly on the ground. ''d**n, why didn't they just build a bridge...'' He said, getting up. He kept walking the pathway until he got to a inn, to rest for the night.
Image/s: www.berserkerkitten.com/resources/5.JPG (I couldn't get a image of one weaing a robe.)
www.jeuxvideopc.com/downloads/8690-the-elder-scrolls-4-oblivion/image-13557-1.php (The robe he wears.)
Age: 32
Gender: Male.
Race: Argonian.
BirthSign: The Serpent.
Hair Color/Style: Black.
Eye color: Orange. (Like all argonians.)
Skin Tone: Yellow. (Scales?)
Guild/Facion Part of: None.
Likes: Necromancers, magic practice.
Dislikes Mages guild, drunks.
Turn Ons: Mixed races, tough but not buff.
Turn Offs: Stupidity, Large greed.
Nervous Habits: Drumming his blade hilt, grinding teeth.
Girl/Boyfriend: None.
Friends: Conjurers. (The ones you see in dungeons.)
Rivals: Most of the mages guild, for Necromancy.
Fears: His own Death, Melee combat.
Job: Rogue Mage.
Weapon/s: Silver shortsword.
Powers: Necromancy, Conjuration, Destruciton, Minor Mysticism.
Weaknesses: Melee combat.
Appearance: A yellow argonian, with spikes instead of fins or other things. He is slender, but no one usually can tell from his robe. The robe was a special design for him, Whenever someone asks him where he got it, he ignores them.
Personality: A quiet man, and usually keeps things from people. He usually walks around, but only buys things, or watches. He will talk to people he knows, or inn keepers, but that is about it. He is trustworthy once he is known, and almost everything can be found out about him in his journal.
Father: Alive - In mages guild.
Mother: Alive.
History/Past: As a boy, he was taught the way of the mage, as was his bloodlines custom. He learned mostly Conjuration and Illusion,
he took a obvious intrest in that type of magic. He summoned bound weaponry and armor, and he was expected to stop there.
None of his bloodline ever got into magic invloving summoning daedra or necromancy, but he had always tried to surpass
his bounds, if it was possible. He went to someone to train in Conjuration with as a teen, and learned basic Necromancy.
He couldn't turn back to normal magic now, he knew too much about Conjuration. He was trained in Destruction for self defense
before in his teens. He became a specialist in Destruction and Conjuration, eventually joining the mages guild. The mages guild
limited him and tried to stop him from Necromancy, so he left that place. He travelled to Cyrodill from his homeland of Black Marsh,
just to be able to practice his Necromancy without bounty.
(And if it is legal in black marsh... Then oh well.)
RP Sample: Tareel walked over the mossy wood, over a lake. He wouldn't want to get his robe wet, but a mossy log didn't really substitute for a bridge. He was used to getting wet though, so he would easily be able to dry his robe, but still. He wouldn't want to take up time that could be used for other things. Thats when he decided to take a jump, maybe he could get across. He took it as steady as he could, then burst into a running jump. He landed roughly on the ground. ''d**n, why didn't they just build a bridge...'' He said, getting up. He kept walking the pathway until he got to a inn, to rest for the night.
Image/s: www.berserkerkitten.com/resources/5.JPG (I couldn't get a image of one weaing a robe.)
www.jeuxvideopc.com/downloads/8690-the-elder-scrolls-4-oblivion/image-13557-1.php (The robe he wears.)
