The Island

In the vast seas of Nirn lies an uncharted island. You awaken to find yourself stranded on an tropical island with no means of escape. But you are not alone their are other survivors. You must survive dangerous plants, the vast amount of creatures that dwell in the jungles and the savage natives on the island. You will have to find food, water, and shelter. The ocean is too rough for any attempts to get off the island. The other survivors could be working with you or against you. You never know who you can trust. Some have gone mad from being on the island for so long.
So what will be you fate on The Island?

Rules

1. I control the plot if you have a question on what's going on message me

2. No uberness

3. No controlling other people's characters without their consent

4. Try not to make short posts

5.Make no more than 2 characters at a time

6. This is not Lost, so let's not turn it into Lost

Character Sheets

Name:Your character's name

Age:Their age

Race:Their race

Gender:Male or Female

Occupation:What they where before they got stranded

Birthsign:The thief, The lord etc...

Major Skills:You know blade, blunt, etc...

How Did they get stranded:self explanatory

Bio:Their past

Appearance: What they look like

Weapons:Try not to get too powerful with these

Clothing/Armor:Once again not too powerful

Name: Vincent Maeth

Age: 37

Race: Imperial

Gender: Male

Class: Mercenary

Birthsign: The Warrior

Major Skills: Blade, Armorer, Light Armor, Athletics, Block, Alchemy, Acrobatics

How Did they get stranded: Vincent was sailing to The Summer Set Isles to collect his money for a job. When a storm struck destroying his ship and killing his crew. When he awoke he was on the island. He was the first one there.

Bio: Vincent grew up on the outskirts of Chorrol, His father was a high ranking fighter's guild member. Vincent was pressured to join the guild by his parents. But it wasn't for him, so he left for the Imperial City at age 16 to become an Arms for Hirer or in other words a mercenary. He was a very good at what he did and was renowned for his skills. He'd take any job as long as it was worth his while, he assaulted, robbed, and even killed people for money. He is very short tempered and trusts very few people. After being on the island for a few weeks. He was losing contact with reality and started spiraling into madness.

Appearance: Vincent is about 6ft 3" and 180lbs. He is very muscularly built and athletic. He has light brown shoulder length shaggy hair. His eyes are a brownish green color. He a large scar across his back from a past battle.

Weapons: A sliver shortsword.

Clothing/Armor: Worth and torn Leather Armor




Feel free to start when you post your character's sheet

EDIT: I edited my guys bio abit

Name: Ashina Zelaku

Age: 120

Race: Dunmeri Ashlander

Gender: Female

Occupation: Ashkhan and guerrilla leader

Birthsign: The Warrior

Major Skills: Marksman, Blade, Block, Illusion, Destruction, Conjuration, Alchemy

How Did they get stranded: Captured and exiled by the Imperials (I'll explain more in the RP)

Bio: Ashina has spent the majority of her life in the Ashlands, with her father and the rest of the tribe. She originally intended to be a priestess of Azura, but after her brother was killed hunting alit when she was in her early thirties it became obvious that was she was to be the next ashkhan. She did not expect that that would be for another few centuries, of course, as her father was only six hundred and fifty years of age and was a powerful wizard, and also had the blessings of Azura to keep him younger than his actual age.
However, the Hlaalu tide was lapping against the shores of the Zelaku camp, and the tribe was forced onto the defensive, raiding mines and small ports to stop the export of ebony and to weaken Imperial influence on the island. This saw them fight a destructive war with the Zainab, and Ashina was briefly taken prisoner by their ashkhan and his wife, and, upon the threat of his daughter being sold into slavery, Ashina's father relented, and accepted the Zainab's peace conditions.
The result was crippling debt that left the tribe impoverished, without the hunting rights or the ebony mines to pay for the imports of food and clothing. The ashkhan's influence fell, and the gulakhans and Ashina's sister began to recognise the need to give Ashina more influence. They taught her the use of weapons, both melee and marksman, respectively, and illusion magic, and she began to lead hunts and raids at the age of fifty. However, they also instilled in her a deep hatred of Imperials and Nords, and taught her Morrowind's history with a pro-Dunmeri slant at all times.
When the Imperials, controlled by Duke Vedam Dren, called for the tribe's eviction, as the Zainab had complained about them threatening exports in their hunt for food, Assamma-Idan, Ashina, and Sakira conspired to kill the Zainab ashkhan.
They invited him to a challenge for sport, to make sure he was armed so they did not breach Ashlander customs in slaying him, and the two sisters killed him whilst Assamma-Idan kept the ashkhan distracted with the false news of a Zainab raid approaching from the west.
The Hlaalu heard of the slaughter, and, using it as an excuse to break the normal laws, saw the differences in opinion amongst the Ashlanders between whether Assamma-Idan or Sakira should be the most powerful. They planned a coup which saw the ashkhan and many of his soldiers killed, and then looked through the yurts for anything of value.
This is when Ashina chose to strike. She razed the camp, and fled, arriving in Cyrodiil, and instead of allowed her tribe to settle in Cheydinhal as she had been commanded, she tried to massacre the city after crossing the Velothi Mountains. But her, her husband, her mother, and her children, and the rest of the tribe, fled when the garrison sallied, and disappeared into the wilderness, beginning a guerrilla war that saw Cheydinhal and Bruma sacked, many ancient garrisons fall to the Ashlanders, and most villages and towns in the wilderness wiped out.

Appearance: http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk10/gallowglass_2008/ScreenShot93.jpg, http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk10/gallowglass_2008/ScreenShot97.jpg and Assamma-Idan on the right, http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk10/gallowglass_2008/Tila/ScreenShot64.jpg, http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk10/gallowglass_2008/Tila/jgvhfhrfgfgdfgerffgf-1-1.png.

hmm, this looks intresting! I'll join but I might leave after a bit and just say I died or something lol.


name: Lomir the Strange

age: 23 (because of intense training his hair turned white not because he is old lol)

race: Imperial with a slight bit of breton in his bloodline

gender: male

Ocupation: a mage who was neither for or against necromancy and so wandered Tamriel teaching aspiring mage guild members and necromancers alike his arts. or neutral teacher of the magical arts

birthsign: the thief (you thought it would be the mage didn't you XD)

major skills: (M= one's he has nearly mastered/ is best in but the others suffer because of this to make it even)
Alteration
Illusion
Destruction M
Conjuration M
Restoration
Block
Acrobatics

How they were stranded: While running around one day he tried to test levitation since he svcked at it and was doing pretty well until a pirate shot an arrow at him and it disrupted the spell making him land near their ship, as they dragged him on board they were going to kill him but when he burned one of them to ashes, they quickly reconsidered. Soon afterwards he became their elder and they were passing by a strange tropical island when the ship started to sink, they quickly made it to the island with his help but the boat would be impossible to fix, soon most of the pirates left in order to form a tribe but were never seen again... all that is left is him and his assistant Rayn Bellows.

bio: Lomir never wanted to start wars and to help the guild or necromancers but simply teach, in his early years he had a dog named Sherry who was killed by a scamp and so he hates daedra... He was born into a rich, powerful, Noble family who funded a lot of the wars that had taken place over the ages but being sick of it he left that to his younger brother, James and set out... soon afterwards his noble family disapeared but he thought nothing of it and continues to help others with his skills, teach, and train... When he landed on the island he forgot about his childhood. He doesn't even know where he was born...

Apearance: http://media.photobucket.com/image/green%20male%20cartoon%20mage/Slobbobian/mage.jpg The staff is a strange silver color though and the orb isn't there, The spikes on his shoulders are rounded in the oposite direction.

Weapon: his staff, it channels his power making it stronger but otherwise is only good for blocking an attack long enough to freeze or insinerate someone... (it also uses telepathy to speak with him so your character may hear him "having a conversation with himself" (he calls the staff Saluth)

clothing: his clothing makes him able to dodge and block easily but makes him weaker (endurance wise)



his aprentice, Rayn Bellows (not as much to be known about):

age: unkown but looks to be 13-15

aperance: http://users.cnu.edu/anime/phantom2.JPG

birthsign: the shadow

Ocupation: aprentice

Race: a mix of wood elf and imperial, but is also unkown

male

Major skills
sneak
security
conjuration M
marksman
illusion M
acrobatics
Alteration

weapons: a blade said to be able to sap ones soul out of their body to power it, it can also use telepathy just with Rayn instead of Lomir. The blade is strange because it's handle is a glove with spikes on it... (he calls the blade Starlexs)

clothing: his black and white robes seem to be able to absorb peoples strength when they slash at him but the blade "goes through" the robes and gets a direct hit at his body

bio: he was born in a now ghost town... no one knows how it came to be abandoned but one day when the imperial legion was passing by everyone was dead except for Rayn and he was petting a dead cat in his lap... now he is a pirate, one of the most ruthless ones... he barely ever talks though...







Rayn sat on a tree stump with his legs crossed looking out into the ocean before looking at Lomir saying "I think we should find others master..."

"yes... that would be for the best..." he picked up his staff as it spoke to him

"do you really trust this kid? how do we know he isn't going to kill you once you tech him what you know?"

"I trust Rayn, now we must travel on Saluth..." he whispered as they both started to look for others...

Name: Traynu Asog
Age: 43
Race: Imperial
Gender: Male

Occupation: Bounty Hunter/Farmer
Birth sign: The Tower

Major Skills: Archery, Hand-To-Hand, Cooking and Farming.

Appearance: Traynu is your average beer belly farmer, he's strong, burly and scruffy. He hasn't got the body of a runner, nor a fighter, more of a brawler sort of person, the kind you'd find in your local inn, getting drunk and punching someone in the face. He's not very tall, averaging at about 5'9". His face is friendly and very well tanned, his skin is rough and dirty due to working in the fields or general moving around.

Weapons: None.
Clothing/Armour: Traynu never really liked armour, he sweats enough without it, and therefore sticks to normal clothes, he currently wears tan coloured trousers with a thick cotton shirt that's a dark brown. His boots are sturdy walking boots and he is often seen wearing a long travelling cloak.

How Did they get stranded: Traynu was hunting his target when he was ambushed, beaten and bruised, Traynu managed to fight through the dock in the Imperial City and stole a boat, knowing nothing about sailing, he took off into the day with the wind pushing him towards the island.

Bio:

Traynu is a simple man, born to simple parents who's trade was farming, it was only natural for Traynu to do the same, he tried to attend school, but found he never had the brain for it and instead stuck to helping his parents on the farm. His past time was either going to the tavern to look at all the pretty women, or go walking around the farm.

So Traynu had a fairly boring life, his parents moved out of the farm to retire in the Imperial City leaving the farm and all it's inhabitants to Traynu. Traynu took to it gladly and was able to handle the farm quite alright, and it wasn't soon before he found love; in the form of a small, petite Imperial woman, the woman would often laugh at Traynu, but she found his simple lifestyle appealing and soon found that Traynu had courage, not many other men had.

It wasn't long before such a love blossomed and they married! Bearing two small children, Traynu's wife would often help in the fields, preferring to tend to the sheep then the ground. Fairly soon it was evident that Traynu was unable to afford to put his children into education and still run a farm and decided to take on a new role; a Bounty Hunter.

ic:

Traynu coughed and spluttered as the boat hit the island hard, wood flew in all directions and the sound of the small mast splitting tore Traynu's head apart. He was thrown onto the beach where his wet body began to stick to the white sand. He frowned and quickly groomed himself off, he looked up at the island and wondered just where he was. He looked at the wreckage of his small boat and trudged towards it, he managed to pull parts of it onto the beach where he laid there for a few moments, "Well, this be much better then death." He stated as he looked up at the tall trees and strange bushes.

He scratched his forehead and looked at his clothes, he took off his heavy cloak and his shirt and placed them onto the wood to dry, "Where the hell am I?"

Name: Nolarm "The Generise".

Age: 51.

Race: Nord.

Gender: Male.

Occupation: Miner + Mage Apprentice In Training.

BirthSighn: The Mage.

Major Skills: Blunt, Destruction, Illusion, Conjuration, Farming, Alchemist, Minor Medical Healing (None Magicka).

How Did they get Stranded: As Norlarm and his master trainer was practising some dangerous mystic ayleid magics from the Merethic Era, The Magic was Teleportation which Nolarm a dedicated student decided to go through the portal and after he sproused up onto the island alone with his faithful master.

Bio: Nolarm's local village in Skyrim was seiged by dangerous bandits after they leaft with village elder dead and many others also his mother, Nolarm and his father swore revenge upon the bandits after many years of searching his father was stricken with porphyric hemophilia, His father knowing there was no cure he left nolarm behind during a cold Skyrim night.
After traveling around skyrim for many years he finally acomes to the gates of Riften after entering in his rags of what used to be fine leather armour, A Tall Altmer mage came to him and offer'd him a job at his house which he was currently using as a test chamber for Conjuration, Many years of loyal service to the mage he finally allows Nolarm to practise in the arts of magic and passing to him the skill he has learn during the many years in HammerFall.

Appearance: Nolarm is a very tall Nord , He has fair skin and Grey Strucked Blonde Hair.

Weapons: A Small Rusty Dagger enchanted with A 120 points Burden Spell.

Spells: Burden On 120 points, Drain Health 2 Points for 2 seconds, Fire Damage 10 Pts on touch, Summon Headless Zombie for 60 seconds, Light Room 50 ft for 140 seconds.

Clothing: Patched Mages Robes Enchanted With Night Eye, Gold Rimmed Shoes + Spare Rags full body set.

Sorry for errors ect and spelling mistakes Hopefully they can be overlooked.

IC:

Nolarm Walked through many tree leeves swipping them away with his heavy hands as they smacked back into his face,

He continued on and noticed a startadled dear which quickly ran off

Nolarm thinks to himself 'Were am i going to get food from the trees?'

He continues on through the forest and finds a large collapsed tree which has been hollowed out he ducks down and crawls into it minding not to knock his head he breifly falls to the floor waiting for morning to struck.

Sounds like fun. If youll let me join here is my charicter

Name:Chris Joyheart

Age:26

Race:Nord

Gender:Male

Occupation:Paladin (or crusader if paladin isent ok)

Birthsign:The Ritual (good for his class with turning undead and healing)

Major Skills:Blunt, restoration, heavy armor, armorer, conjuration

How Did they get stranded: As he was fighting a lich he was tricked into activating a teleportation pad that droped him on the island.

Bio:Chris loved to combat the undead sence a young age. However during the bloodmoon crisis his dislike of animals lead him to leave for other kinds of adventure. He occupied himself with fighting some of the sixth house undead untill he heard of the greater undead forces in Cyrodell where he left for. there he passed the days exploring old temples and ruins more for the exploration instead of the loot. Then he began to start upsetting a lich's plans by defeating some of its forces. Needless to say after a while the lich fealt the best way to rid of him was to strand him elsewhere and thats just what happend.

Appearance: Tall and with flowing blonde hair. has a large strong chin and various scars on his body.

Weapons:Steel warhammer

Clothing/Armor:Stell armor

Vincent was awoken by the sound of a large crash. In the distance he seen what looked like the remains of a ship. He rushed off to see what had happen. When he got to the ship he drew his sword and looked for any survivors. The he seen a Imperial male appearing to be in his 40's. "Who are you?' He asked the Imperial.

Lomir suddenly heard a crash in the distance and looked at Rayn...

"I sugest we make camp before a storm blows in but in the mean time we should look into what that sound was..." he said.

Starlexs suddenly spoke to Rayn "we should rest in the tree's... strange shadows have passed while you have slept the last few nights."

"Yes, we should camp in a tree." Rayn said

"Hmm? what about trees?"

"nothing..." Rayn mumbled under his breath as they soon came to the boawreck to find a Burly imperial with no shirt on.

"Hello! do you have any clue where we are?" Lomir called out as Rayn gripped his sheath "No, we don't know if he is violent or not" he whispered...

Rayn then waved his arm upward and a ball of light apeared illuminating the nearby area without producing any heat like a fire would...
Suddenly they saw another imperial who said "who are you" with his sword drawn...

Traynu looked up abrubtly, he hadn't expected to see anyone else here, "Uhh." Traynu mumbled as he looked at the rather tall, almost intimidating man, "The name's Traynu, you?" he asked, hopefully the question wouldn't insult the man, he didn't quite like the idea of having an enemy on such an island as this.

Traynu quickly looked up again as a very weird looking fellow stepped out of the forest. "What?" He mumbled, completely baffled by the situation.

Upon Nolarm in his wooden log which he abides of his home, He looks out of the log to see upon a small fire ball floating up into the air nolarm stepped back into the log before saying to himself "Imps i hate the creatures aslong as i dont see them im happy",

Nolarm sat back into his log resting his head onto the back of the log waiting for the rest of the night to go by as he closes his eyes the appearing of his horrid dreams come into play as he mumbles some slur'd words.

Just then morning seems to arrive but it dosent happen to be the sun. Instead a light moves across a nearby tree turning out not to be the sun but the light spell of a steel clad man who seems bewildered but also greatly on guard as if expecting combat at any minute

Rayn suddenly looked at Lomir and Lomir nodded... He quickly took out his sword and stabbed into the ocean catching a fish when Starlexs said "mmmm... that should satisfy me for a bit, mind you do that sometime soon as I've been getting the cravings to svck out part of your own soul like that time in the village..."

Lomir quickly summoned forth a skeleton with an axe and said "scout the area and if you can, cut down a tree... we will need the wood for a fire..." as the skeleton made a small salute and went towards a tree, slowly cutting it...

"if you don't mind, I think we should retire for the night as it is late." He said as Rayn came back with a fish"

as the fish flapped around slightly Lomir shot a small ball of fire at it quickly cooking it but slightly burning the skin...


Soon the skeleton managed to cut down the tree and began trying to drag it as if it was strong enough but after many failed attempts gave up and tried rolling it only able to get it far enough away from the other trees as to keep them from also lighting on fire then disapeared...


Lomir then shot a large, almost mist like fire at it as it began to burn...

Nolarm quickly hears the shuffles outside as a arrising light appears from out of no wear he finds a small peep hole leading to the light as he sticks his eye to the hole he notices a war stricken nord which many battle scars upon his face, Nolarm quickly appears from the log hole and shouts to his fellow Nord "Greetings, son of Skyrim good to see a fellow nord here".

Chris turns about rather abruptly bringing his warhammer to bear but upon realizing he isent faceing an imediate opponet allows himself to relax
"Hail! Pray tell.... hast thou been sent here as well from a fowl undead creature? Where ist this place?"

Nolarm replies to the tall nord

"Hmm No i have not, I was using the Magic from far better on belief and was summoned here, This place seems to be woodland mabey MorrowWind i dont know After further studys of the plant life i will be able to tell"

Nolarm turns around walking back into his log he sticks his hand out making a come with me gesture.

Ashina let the bowstring go with a twang, and faster than the crack of a whip her barbed arrow was flying through the moist air, whistling through the foliage, leaving a trail of twisted leaves and chipped branches before it pierced the tender flesh of the goblin. The creature threw its dagger to the ground, and its relentless charge across the many roots and rocks between it and its desired Ashlander meal was cut. Its staggered back, clutching entrails, its hands fumbling at its waist for a spare knife that it didn't appear to have on its possession, before finally tripping on one of the twisted roots of the giant jungle trees that protruded from the carpet of leaves and debris from some ancient Aldmer building. There was a sickening crack as its head struck one of the limestone bricks, and all movement ceased.

The ashkhan, relieved that she could move again, surged forwards, sprinting with supernatural, almost automatic agility over any obstacles, never losing her footing on the rubble that was strewn across the clearing into which the goblin had crawled since its fall, before she mercilessly fell upon the animal, bringing her feet down heavily on its head, cracking its skull. The bones were audible shattered as she utilised a nearby rock, and the body bounced upon the ground. The goblin was probably slain long before she stopped the pounding, but she didn't only need to kill it - she also needed to make sure that they meat was easy to cut from the bone. And, as it was, where the flesh was torn off in ribbons, she had done that.

She knelt down beside her kill, pulling the ceremonial dagger from her waist, and cut deep into the goblin's flesh, tearing off a chunk of it, the skin and all, before she sliced the skin from it and feasted on what was left, crushing it into juice in her hand and drinking it as it it were water. She promptly got to work on the goblin's arms, at times using her teeth to scraqe off what her knife could not, and swallowing the flesh, doing her best to ignore the bitter taste it left in her mouth. The strange taste of the skin, when she accidentally ate it, was sweet, but turned sour when it merged with the flesh, so she was grateful for the bizarre interruption of a resounding crash in the distance, just when she could not bear to eat any more.

She stood, and drew her bow again.

Setting his warhammer to his side Chris heads towards the other nord

"Forgive my asking but who art thou? I am Chritopher Joyheart, paladin of the holly order. I wast stranded here by a lich seeking to defeat me by unjust means."

Nolarm lays down and leans onto the back end of the log and he replies to the nord nobles question

"Good Sire, I am merely a humble mage aprentice by the name of Nolarm" Nolarm briefly stops thinking about reaveling his second name knowing that his past may come to haunt him here nolarm then finnishs his sentence "My Surname was once lost in my family blood line due to past mistakes, Now onto pressing matters shalt we?"

Nolarm places his hand onto the loose wooden bark then pulls on it with great force snapping it from the tree as he crushs it into his palm he examines the tree barks naterual benefits,

Chris watches somewhat confused at Nolarm inspects the tree bark
"Youll have to excuse me but as I had just come from fighting a lich I find not much else to be more of a pressing matter. However I am unaware of where we are and insuring our safety is probably the most important thing to do first."

Nolarm replies
"If that is what you wish"

After examining the bark he pulled of he learnt that it contains the aspiration not from the tamerial district, Nolarm throws the bark onto the food in shock as he picks him self up he wipes the dirt from his robe bottoms he walks out of the log with the Noble Nord by the entrance nolarm turns around speaking in a puzzled tone "Im off to adventure into the island a little, You can stay here if you wish" He then turns around and walks into the woods then simply dissapears by the vast ammount of trees and plants growing around them.

After some traveling nolarm apears at a old ruin which seems to be ayleid but much more differnt, He travels up to the entrance as he press's in a mystic button the door creaks a little but still does'nt move, He press's it once more but the same effects happen, After one more try a passage suddently falls opens from nolarns feet and falls into a dark pit which would be mistaken for the abyss of hell.

Rayn quickly looked at his sword and smiled before whispering in Lomir's ear "we have company nearby..."

"Traynu huh?" said Vincent as he sheathed his sword. "Well if you don't cause me problems I won't cause you any."
"Gather your stuff and follow me I have shelter not too far from here."
"But be alert the natives are everywhere"

Lomir recalled earlier that day as a tribe of goblins had wiped out almost all the remaining pirates in their group and how only him and Rayn had survived the onslaught...

"Gladly," he said as he dispelled Rayn's orb of light and put out the fire "I'd rather not stay here any longer..."

He slowly pulled out a slice of dried boar meat saying "is anyone hungry? foods been scarce around here but I have a bit left..." As he began to follow them.

Traynu followed the men cautiously, the two newcomers looked as if they'd been taken out of a mental clinic. What the hell is with his hair? he thought to himself, he shrugged the question off and put on his shirt, it was dry now, which wasn;t saying much compared to his trousers and boots, but he wasn't planning on walking around naked anytime soon.

He turned down the offer of the meat, he wasn't hungry but knew he would be later on, hopefully the man would save him a slice for later. "So, where are we anyway?" He asked, not really caring who answered.