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Post » Mon Jun 25, 2012 6:31 pm

Theres proubly a hundered of this therads but I thougtht I whould make my own.

Story time

Crow was a wood elf that was born into a guild of theives called the the dark feathers locatied in Valienwood.He was large for his age of 15 with brod shoulders and sholder lenth black hair. He was the last of three childern his sister Raven was the seconed who was two years older she was small framed black hair that was breaded into a long poiny tail and had a sweet face the type you thout that chould do no evil. Hawk his oldest brother who was three years older was bulky for a wood elf with slike back black hair and a premament look on his face of pure amusemant. there mother was a guild fence named Luna who had Ravens same sweet face and a honey sweet voice and there father was the leader of the guild Razer he was built like Crow but had Hawks face but he had a scare runing down the side of his face that put it off. He was a head strong man who wish to own the world and his childern were just like him save for Crow. Crow was a quite and caculated and a bet cold he saw no point of pety theift when there was grather prizes out there. Razer trained all his kids in the way of the blade and bow eventhouth crow was skilled in this arts he in secert train in the art of illusion he exaled in the practice in controling the minds of the wick. One day while on a robery of a caravan with his siblings Crow was given the job of killing the captive caravaner while his siblinings examard the lute. Crow was moveing in for the finshing blow on the nord woman with jet black hair and ruby red lips and fair white skin when she looked him dead in the eye and said " I seanse the potancauly in you. " this caught Crow off gaurd a persons dieing words should not be a complment to there killer so Crow indulged the woman who went on to say"Crow why wast your true talents of robing pepole when you can unlock the powers of a god. " Crow was shocked how in oblivion chould she know his name and know that he trained in illusion so Crow whent on to say "Who are you? " she went on to say " All you need to know is I can help you reach your true protenchely. Let me go and I will find you in the woods tonight." Crow was beside him self trust the woman and get what he all ways whanted or kill her. He looked at his brother and sister fighting with each other for who gets a silver ring from a cheast on the wagon then he looked back to the woman he then took his knife and swung. the ropes were cut in one clean stroke the woman looked at Crow with a cold smile and said " thank you. " she stood up up and punched Crow right in the face. Crow hit the floor with a heavy thud his head was spineing the woman then knelt down by him and whispierd " see you tonight." then she took off with remarkable speed. From his spout on the ground Crow saw Hawk chasing after her with loseing ground on ever step and Raven Yelling "Get her!" and fireing arrows with no sucsecful hits. when they return to the guild under a gaint old tree in the middle of the woods Raven and hawk had no problem takeing the gloury of getting the cheast but placeing the blame of the prsioners escape on Crow. After haveing to speand 5 hours in thr training hall with Hawk and Raven Lautheing at him Crow whent out into the woods in search of the woman. it was about midnight when the woman her long black hair covering one eye aperared on a branch 10 feet in the air standing non shlantly as if it was no small feet. Crow whent with the quistion that was on his mind all day " Who are you? " The woman took on the same cold smile as before and jumped from the branch and landed on the ground with with the grace of a bird she weant on to " My name is Feona. " Crow was lookin the words to say he was not use of beeing in a pasition of no power. Feona whent on to say " you must be wandering how I knew your name and that your traind in illusion." Crow answerd suspisuly "Yes?" Feona continuied " It was easy all of my kind can sense true power." Crow then asked"your kind?" Feona lauthed " Child you haven't figerd it out my kind is vampires!" with that Feona revaled her fangs and her eyes turnd blood red. Crow was prealized all he just belived that vampires were something from old wise tails but now one was right in front of him he did't know what to do. Feona then chuckled " Poor baby am I your first vampire?" Crow still was in shock that a creathcher out of a fairy tail was in front of him. Feona took on a profinly like look and said " Down to buinssise you spared my life and I promised you power and that is what I ofer along with intenal youth." Crow was past his shock and asked "how?" Feona ansewrd coldly "Become a vampire." Crow did't know what to do Feona saw the troble the boy was haveing she said in a loveing way "you are not beenig forced it is your chocice." Crow was never was treated in such a careing way not evean by his own famly he asked "If...if I become a vampire can I come with you?" Feona gave him a look that a proud mother whould give a son and noded Crow then said "Yes.. I wish to be a vampire." Feona took on that cold smile again and said "good chocie dear." then she was on him she plunged her fangs into his neck he felt a burning all over his body Feona stop just before Crow felt he whould pass out Crow stood up his body in pain . Feona said "come back here in four days time then we shall depart to your new life." With that she was gone. Crow stagerd his way back to the gulid just in time for sun rise when he got in side he was greeted by both Hawk and Raven and their on slaut of qustions "where were you? Why you look so tired? Did you go into town? Did you bring back any thing?" Crow just bruch past them and fell in to his little cot of a bed his body still aflame in pain. The next day when he was given a simply breack in job he got the golden ring but he lift last nights dinner in its place. the day after that he had a incrtabl thirst but no matther how much he drank he chould't qranch it.On the third he had a head ach that felt like his head whould split opean he chould hear ever little sound right doen to ever ones heart beat.On the fourth and finaly day he woke up and felt as if ever thing had slow down all the seimtims were gone but he felt a hunger. he whent to the woods and found Feona at the same spot as last time but a gaurd from town was with her the man didt evan notice Crow when he arived Feona had the same cold smile on that Crow has growen use to and secactly love.Feona Gretaed him and said this is Jonas the man gave Crow a side look of anoance Feona whent on to say"He came here for a drink. and it looks like your ready for one to." Crow aproched the two looking at the man liseing to his heart beat. Feona Then said "Ok me first so I can show you how its done." Feona then plunged her fangs in to Jona's neack the man then snapped out of his trance and yelled out in pain. Crow seeing the blood his stomice grolwed he walked closer liking his lips Feona looked up mouth coverd in blood and said " Don't be shy join the fun." at that Crow jumped on Jonas riping out his thourght with his teeth . Feona just looked and chuckled " I remimber my first time how sweet it was." Crow felt the mans blood run thougth his veins and felt like a new man faster stronger. Feona came and put a hand on Crow's shoulder and said its time to go. The two heaed nourth to skyrim do to romours of a clan of vampires hiden in the ice



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Post » Mon Jun 25, 2012 7:41 pm

Yikes, wordwall...Formatting your text to look more visually appealing would convince more people to attempt to read it.
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Post » Mon Jun 25, 2012 8:10 pm

Yikes, wordwall...Formatting your text to look more visually appealing would convince more people to attempt to read it.
I'm not much of a writer what do you mean?
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Post » Mon Jun 25, 2012 5:07 pm

I'm not much of a writer what do you mean?

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Post » Tue Jun 26, 2012 1:15 am

Yikes, wordwall...Formatting your text to look more visually appealing would convince more people to attempt to read it.
Yep, I just looked at it and did not bother to read it. Just looking at it I got this little voice in my head saying AND THEN AND THEN AND THEN AN THEN AN THEN AN THEN.
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Post » Tue Jun 26, 2012 4:06 am

If you could fix formatting and get rid of the spelling mistakes, maybe I'll read.
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Post » Tue Jun 26, 2012 12:06 am

Gutslit lived most of his life in Elswyer as an orphan on the street. His parents were murdered by the Thalmor for not complying with their ideals, and he was given quite a few dagger wounds on both his legs that were only ever halfway healed when he went to a healer. The murder happened due to religious disputes his parents had with the rest of the family members. Talos worship was something the rest of the family scorned them for ever since they took it up.

Gutslit's real name is M'rakic, but he refuses to have any ties to his family since they refused to raise him after the death of his parents. He never chose the name Gutslit, it was just a nickname he believed suited him as a given name. He's extremely self-conscious of what others see in him, so he covers everything but the tail. He grew up pretty much purposefully alone, but did have skooma parties with some of the local youth. He was extremely timid and afraid, spending days just hiding in the most obscure place he could find just to get away from the sight of the Thalmor walking the streets. He often would steal anything he needed since all his money was used to heal his wounds.

He accidentally stole a bow around the time he was 16, which sparked his interest in archery. He would spend days making his own bows and testing them or watching the archers practice. His sticks for arrows soon became much more arrow like as he watched fletchers doing their job. Soon enough, he found out a bow could be used for hunting. His hunting trips often became escapes from his life. The few friends he had would have to force him out of the trees when he was gone for too long out of fear that his quiet demeanor and personality was really hiding suicidal feelings.

He was obsessed with living the life of a hunter. He believed it was a free way of life. Hunting related dreams had now replaced the nightmares he was haunted by. What most Khajiit would call just a way to get food was happiness for Gutslit. His love of archery got him through his life prior to being sent to Skyrim for his recurring outbursts of violence against high ranking Thalmor.

He has had major depression since he was young, and always has been prone to obsessive actions and interests. He outright despises magic and only uses it for restorative purposes. He always pushes anyone wishing to be friendly with him away, in most cases, anyways. He denounced all religion after the murder of his parents. Religion is just pain to him. He despises Talos the most and sees Talos as a symbol of suffering. He's currently 29.

Many of his friends were members of bandit gangs, so he was part of one for a short time, but has put that life behind him after they were arrested.
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