Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140813185952/@comment-5583506-20140813190301

Name: Mara Hollow-Song

Status: Alive

Theme

Race: Nord

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Height: 6

Weight: 72 kg

Parent: Vaermina

Appearance: Beautiful (in a scary sort of way), long black hair, darkened sockets, disturbingly pale eyes like two chips of ice.

Equipment: Black robe with a black hood.

Weapon: An enchanted curved dagger with a black blade known as "the Dread".

Spells: Fireball

Powers: Being able to create illusions and nightmares to torture the minds of her choosing. Able to see the memories of her victims, in order to twist them into something nightmarish. Able to foresee events by prophetic dreams. Also able to take things from her dreams and imaginations in order to put them into the reality, however it does not always work the way she want because she has yet to truly control her "dreaming".

Personality: Intelligent, lonily, judicious, profound, eerily quiet but when she speak she does so with a calm and emotionless voice.

Major Skills: One-Handed, Illusion, Sneak

Minor Skills: Destruction, Alchemy

Bio: Mara grew up in the chapel of Bruma among other orphans and street urchins. She was bullied during that time, but took her revenge during the night by unknowingly plaguing the other kids with nightmares. Because of the sleep disorder caused by the "wicked child" she was cast out on the streets. She grew up in the gutters and her only company was a voice that came to her in her dreams, claiming it was her mother and that she never had to be alone again. For each and every night she dreamt, her powers grew stronger and one night she unwillingly summoned a werewolf from her dreams into the real world. It was quickly killed off by the city guards, but it was by this time she became aware of her true powers. In time the voice would reveal itself as Vaermina, daedric prince of nightmares and Mara came to knew her mother, being trained by her in the dreams by night and how to use her powers correctly. It was by this time she learned how to create things from her dreams and therefore created the dagger known as "the Dread".

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Name: Varg (whether it's his last name or first name is not known) AKA The Black Wolf

Status: Alive

Theme

Race: Nord

Age: Mid thirties

Gender: Male

Height: 182 cm

Weight: 85 kg

Parent: Sithis

Alignment: (For old time's sake) Chaotic Neutral

Appearance: Athletic and burly, but not overly muscular. Rugged and weathered in appearance. Wavy, raven-black hair cut short. A pair of malicious grey eyes. A full beard, close-cropped to his cheeks.

Equipment: For the time being nothing but a pair of ragged trousers...

Weapon: For the time being nothing but his fists...

Spells: None

Powers: As a child of Sithis Varg is able to manifest himself into a dark fog, a nothingness, only to reappear at some other place to suprise his enemies. He can take on the appearance of an animal or another person (however he needs to have seen this character's face, since he cannot simply create a new appearance). He has the power to control the light levels within an area, using them to his benefit. Depending on the strength of the enemies psyche's he can hypnotize and control them to perform actions and duties at his whim before killing them with just a single thought.

Personality: Cunning, unscrupulous, bitter, blood-thirsty, righteous, short-tempered.

Major Skills: Hand-to-Hand, Sneak, Alchemy

Minor Skills: (Pick one, couldn't come up with some within the game that would match his persona)

Bio: Varg discovered his parent and his abilities early in his youth. However given his strong sense of justice he chose to use the abilities to punish wrong-doers that were a burden on the society. He was hired on within the lawforce of the Imperial guard to track down and eradicate villains and criminals discretly without the need of an expensive trial. It was among the authorities he earned his nickname the Black Wolf. However he soon began to see faults within the lawforce itself: the corruption, the falsity and the preying on the weak. It didn't take long for him to use his powers in order to kill those he deemed unfit to call themselves upholders of the law. For his crimes he was sentenced to lifetime in prison, but seeing as he was a dreaded half blood, they rearranged the sentenced to be carried out as execution instead. Not willing to give his head up for free, Varg broke free from his chains from the dungeons of Castle Anvil, killed his would-be headsman, and escaped through the woods. He is still chased by the authorities in an attempt to silence the refugee who knows all too much about the crimes committed within the law enforcement.

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(Made one for Sidion now!)

Name: Sidion

Status: Alive

Theme

Race: Unknown (current appearance is that of a Breton)

Age: Early twenties

Gender: Male

Height: 172 cm

Weight: 75 kg

Parent: Sithis

Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Appearance: His true appearance has never been clarified as he has tendency to shift from shape to shape. His current appearance however is that of a young Breton man in blue robes.

Equipment: Nothing, save for his robes.

Weapon: Nothing

Spells: Summon Skeleton, Fireball.

Powers: Sidion's abilities are equal to that of Varg's however due to unexplicable circumstances, Sidion must feed regularly on human flesh in order to maintain them in balance. He also cannot shapeshift into the appearance of animals as that takes years of practice. He has practiced regularly though in order to turn into this monstruous being.

Personality: Crazed, scoffing, sadistic, manipulative.

Major Skills: Conjuration, Destruction, Alchemy.

Minor Skills: Sneak, Hand-to-Hand, Illusion.

Bio: Sidion is the younger brother of Varg. Ever since he was born they were ever at each other's throat. Sidion considered himself to be a true half blood and superior to the humans and therefore came to loathe humanity in general. Varg shared his contempt for humanity, but chose to remain humble and tried to preserve the fragile peace between the half bloods and humans, having some hope that tolerance would one day triumph. This was not the case with Sidion and he saw it therefore fit to strike at humanity first. Roaming the countryside and slaughtering innocents he thrived in his nature of being the "trueborn" son of Sithis. When Varg found out about Sidion's vicious deeds they clashed and the battle ended with Varg ripping Sidion's chest open in his wolf form and leaving his younger brother for dead. Yet Sidion was resurrected by forces unknown and is still at large, ever in fear of his older brother whom he hopes he can defeat one day.