Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25329641-20140711182443/@comment-3293219-20140716161530

The door to the inn slowly opened and two people shuffled in, one of them was a Redguard of average height, with short hair. He wore a red shirt, with black pants, a popular outfit in Cyrodiil, which was quite well made and he had a crossbow slung over his shoulder, with several bolts. It was quite obvious, due to the fact that the Redguard was but a boy, that the crossbow was older than him, due to the fact that it was rather weathered. It was possible that he had stolen it but it was more likely to assume that it was an heirloom or even second hand, still it was in good nick. His companion was a Bosmer girl, short, black hair, with two wave swords on her waist, which hung from her belt.

The two of them shuffled in, awkwardly and sat down in the corner, immediately baffled by the display infront of them, so much fuss over a book of all things. They sat there for some time, watching events unfold, the Redguard seemed far more interested than the Bosmer did, his gaze was fixed on the book. His Companion glanced over to him, several times, looking somewhat annoyed with his fascination.

"Cyrus?"

"Uh huh..."

"Cyrus!"

This made the Redguard jump, quickly giving his companion his full attention as he gazed at her, his mouth slightly agape.

"Y-Yes?"

"Just... Go up and ask them what's going on, if you care that much, hell, you'd think that you were staring at the waitress!" The Bosmer hissed, glancing over to the book, which was being held by a strange Nord.

"Ask him what's going on!"

"N-No... I'm good."

"Cyrus..."

"I said, I'm good!" The Redguard snapped, getting her to fold her arms and fall back into her pew, wincing as she banged one of the rinks in her spine against the wall. She shot up, as if it had sparked something and and stood up.

"Hey, Nord!"

'Cyrus' jumped out of his skin, glancing up to the Bosmer and snatching at her arm, tugging it towards him, so that she'd give way and sit down.

"Chell, what're you doing!?" He hissed, desperately as he continued to pull at her arm, until she yanked it out of his grasp and went back to yelling at Darius.

"Is something going on here?"

Name: Cyrus

Race: Redguard

Gender: Male

Appearance: http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h182/Kaizentheblackargonian/Cyrus_zpsecd662a0.png?t=1405525063

Class: Rogue

Weapons: Crossbow, steel dagger.

Armour: Clothing, Red Shirt, with black pants and shoes.

Backstory: Cyrus grew up in Bravil, where he lived until he was sixteen. He was always the pillar of his household, he had to be as he couldn't rely on his drunken father as the man was scum, when he wasn't beating him, his mother and his sister senseless, he was blowing what little money they had on liquor and whores.

Cyrus got the worst of it, because he was different and Cyrus often thought about killing his old man in his sleep, at one point he stood over his Father, clutching a pillow, ready to smother the drunken slob to death with it. One day, his prayer was answered, his mother kicked the scumbag out of his house and vowed that she never wanted to see him again. Things were tough after that but better, they didn't have what little their father provided for them but thanks to Cyrus' job as a courier, his Mother's laundry skills and his Sister's sewing skills, they got by.

This life as perfect as it was for him, didn't last, his Father came home 'a changed man' and begged his mother to take him back. Cyrus didn't expect his Mother to be so stupid but she said 'yes' without any hesitation. The boy lost it, he yelled at her and made it perfectly clear how weak she was before storming out of the house.

He'd been travelling Cyrodiil for several months, when he came across Chell, a Bosmer adventurer, who was down on her luck. Neither of them couldn't afford a carriage to go to Bruma, where they heard that there was work, so they both decided to pool their money to travel to the frozen city, however, they soon realised that the still didn't have enough for both of them and so they decided to keep their money pooled and travel together. They have formed a bond ever since and have become quite friendly over the past month, neither of them can remember what life was like before meeting the other one.

Name: Chell

Race: Bosmer

Gender: Female

Appearance: http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h182/Kaizentheblackargonian/Chell_zpsf0365552.png

Class: Warrior

Weapons: Wave swords (Look something like this but they're just curved swords... Curved swords!)

Armour: See appearance.

Backstory: Chell grew up in Cheydinhal, after migrating from Morrowind during the Red Year. She wanted to travel and live a romantic life on the road, exploring ruins, saving the day sometimes and most importantly, having a few tales and scars under her belt. The Bosmer lacked the funs to leave the town and thought that she'd be stuck there forever, until a down on his luck adventurer stumbled in and set her free.

She has been travelling with Cyrus ever since, hoping to save up enough money for a house together...