Post by Lyme on Nov 27, 2012 23:52:12 GMT
Lyme
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Age: -- 24
Gender: -- Male
Species: -- Redguard
Birthplace: – The sewers of Riften
Current Residence: – Lyme has no permanent residence as he travels around Tamriel keeping small stashes of resources around the land.
Birthday: – 7th of Sun’s Dusk, 4e 179
Sexuality: – Heterosexual
Religion: -- Nocturnal
Guardian Stone: – The Shadow
Faction: – Loose association with The Dark Brotherhood
Faction Position:
Superior Ability: -- Sneak
Two Strongest Abilities: – One Handed and Alchemy
Strong Abilities Lock picking, Light Armour, Alteration, Smithing and Archery
Weak Abilities: – Restoration, Speech, Conjuration,
Other, if applicable: --
Appearance:
Credit goes to Skyrim Nexus
Personality:
Deadly Silence- Lyme presents himself with a silent demeanor that defines his entire being. Rarely do words escape his mouth without a poison coating escorting them to the ears they reach. Never will Lyme approach or speak with someone without an intended purpose that would only benefit himself as he was taught before he formed his first memories.
Selfish Gain – Lyme has never done a single deed to benefit another individual without evaluating how it would come back to support his own existence. Not believing in building bonds or relationships the results need to be a visible and him being able to hold it in his own hands to make it worth his while. Even if Lyme would agree to help you obtain an object or accomplish a mission he would be looking for the first instance to cut you out and take his gains as well as yours
Untrusting Mind – Not since his warped child has Lyme ever trusted another to have his back or do anything of value for him. Never expect him to lead the way on a journey to sit in a chair without a wall to his back. If you’re out his sight, you’re in his crosshairs.
Manipulating Hand- If the situation does not work for himself or for his gains he will make it his own. If you request a favor of him and a reasonable reward don’t count on him to accept it or even do the task on his own. If you “request” him to end a life he will send another to do the task only to kill them both to take what he pleases.
History: At least two decent size paragraphs.
Born to two wrath filled souls fighting on different sides of the light to be given up at birth to “friends”. Lyme was raised from birth the beliefs each parents held and fought for by people he only knew as sir and ma’am. They taught him to never speak with an intended purpose or move a muscle unless the destination is known. The only time Lyme is plotting nothing is when he sits motionless with a blank stare in his eyes if he bothered to lift his lids.
Sir and Ma’am taught him the art of stealth to reach what he desires and the skill of the blade to force the target to submit to his wishes. With the art of stealth came the knowledge of poisonous alchemy. They taught him just because he has arrived doesn't mean the world needs to know where you had been.
Learning to fight with the flesh was only half of his teaching. Soon came the ability to fight using the soul. Ma’am taught Lyme how to use various forms of alternative magic to support his battle skills for when his stealth has had a light shined on it or to even heal himself for when he has failed. She however refused to teach him too much as Sir believed magic was an unreliable source for survival. For years Lyme’s life was filled with nonstop training varying from combat to teaching his body to crave limited food and sleep requirements. Finally it all came to an end when he was 15
Upon return from a training mission Sir and Ma’am had vanished with no evidence left. Lyme searched his home in the Rift that he had known his entire life but couldn’t find anything that would suggest they even existed. From this moment on Lyme became a wanderer with no real intent or purpose. During this time Lyme avoided and hid from any other living being he came across has he had never had true interaction with anyone with the exception of Sir and Ma’am but that came to end when he needed to survive.
Lyme began to murder and assassinate people when he needed food or resources. Although this is a heinous crime in the world of the civilized Lyme never gave it a second thought. As time crept along Lyme learned how to interact enough with the civilized to find “work” that would allow him survive, continuing his cloudy confused existence as he searched for an answer to a unknown question.
Roleplay Sample: Lyme crouched in the young leafy tree staring upon the small band of men he had been tracking for three days. Lyme’s eyes rested on the bulkiest of the men as the campfire smoke wafted against his face. Lyme has no idea why the red eyed man wanted him dead nor did he desire to know. Lyme continued with his locked on gaze until the last rays of light laid to rest beyond the hills.
Moving only when the wind blew, Lyme lurked onto their camp. The men lay slumbering unaware of the intent that laid over them. Lyme deposited a translucent solution into the travelers water before creeping up the path where they would soon be journeying.
As day woke them from their near hibernation they packed up camp and continued onward. Shortly after leaving their makeshift camp Lyme dropped from the leafy heaven driving two blades into the bulky mass that was his target. The unknown man dropped to the ground without a whisper escaping his lips. The followers gazed in the soulless orbs that Lyme used as eyes. The two scattered for their lives believing they had escaped Lyme only to die hours later from the poison that had been added to their beverages.
Alias: -- Stick
Experience: – 8-9 years off and on
Contact: --Rickdogg82@msn.com
