Skyrim Roleplay! Come on in!

[truemoon]

Hey, this is going to be a fun little skyrim themed roleplay.  Everything will take place twenty years after the main events of the game had taken place and the dragonborn's legacy is still felt, though they are long gone.  All of your favorite inns and taverns are still there, and hey, you can add any inn or tavern you wish as long as it sounds canon and isn't near an inn that already exists!  Adding locations is fine so long as they're not extremely over the top, complicated, or likewise breaks canon.  Characters can be anything and any mix of occupations as long as we can make sense of it.  There's all sorts in skyrim, but nothing over the top please.  You may use characters you already have from your gaming days if you wish. 

On your first post be sure to include the basic shell:

Name
Race and sex
occupation and hobbies (at least one, no more than two of each)
Any affiliations
Basic description

characters can be a good ranking within the guilds but not allowed within the inner circle of these guilds.  This is supposed to be structured but fun.  Enjoy casting magic at your lizard or kitty cat friends!

[truemoon]

Name: "Brimstone" Yeah, I play Skyrim a lot.
Race/Sex: Argonian, male
Job/Hobbies: Fighter/Bard, likes hunting small game with a crossbow.
Affiliations: Bards College and has worked with the Companions on a few occasions.
Description: Slate Grey Scales and light blue eyes.  Red features and head feathers.  Medium build and prefers to wear a mix of armor and clothing while adventuring, wears full steel plate on a job.  Often carries a crossbow and a box of bolts on his belt mixed with various pouches, a black fur cloak and a black fur hood with a loose fur collar for added warmth.  His pack is full of various survival materials including food, waterskins and a leather/fur tent with bedrolls for a small party. 

[Redkitebait]

Rough description is rough

Name: D'Allyar

Race and sex: Khajiit, Female

Occupation and Hobbies No real occupation, she does what she can to get by, be it running errands, petty thievery or dealing with skooma.

Any affiliations Thief's Guild in Riften, they have shown her acceptance and given her a roof to stay, so she is grateful.

Basic description: She has a slender feline form, with greyish fur with dark brownish markings along her body, mostly her face. There are small scars here and there from old scuffles that patch her fur. She has a striped tail and though she is mostly dark brown in colour, her front is a dirty cream. She has three earrings on each ear, and her reddish brown hair is tied back in dreadlocks, that is also accessorised with shiny adornments.

She wears old worn armour that obviously looks like it has been repaired several times with various materials. Despite it's appearance it is well worn and she can move quickly and silently for light-fingered deeds. She wears a lot of extra furs to hide her illegal goods but also to keep her warm from the harsh Skyrim climate. Her main weapon of choice is the bow and arrow, so she can keep herself safe and out of the danger zone.

[truemoon]

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  Not going in his favor.  The only way he could describe his trip so far.  Normally Windrun was more receptive to bards but it just seemed like everyone was just plain sour.  He let his lute rest against the bench nearest the fire and warmed his hands.  The weather was a moderate cold as usual in Skyrim, though he was warm, his fingers were still cold.  Perhaps it had effected how he played?  He couldn't figure it out.  Brimstone slipped his steel plate gauntlets on and gathered his gear before he had decided to order a meal before heading out.  There was plenty of time left in the day and if he was fast enough, he'd still have the chance to catch the carriage to Falkreath.

 The innkeeper sent one of her new wenches over to take his order.

    "You play well for an Argonian, you know."  She stated as she pulled out a piece of charcoal and a piece of paper.

    "Thank you, Miss.  One as lovely as you is a pleasure on these eyes, and uncommon in these parts."  Brimstone, having been in the bard's college couldn't help but butter up the ladies he met in his travels.

    "How may I help you?"  She said, gushing at the compliment.

    "Please, I'll take a flagon of fruit tea, a bottle of Argonian bloodwine, and a seasoned steak, if you can spare the meats."  he turned and unbuckled his gold pouch from his pack.

    "That's 59 gold, does a bard such as yourself even have that much?"

  Brimstone simply laughed and handed her the gold.  She took it, slightly surprised and returned to the kitchen of the Bannered Mare to fix his meal.  It was going to be a nice day, he could feel it, even if Whiterun hadn't been the friendliest to start his travels.

[Redkitebait]

Dallyar kept to herself. She really didn't want to be pestered by guards, or even civillians who may think she's one of those traders - and then tell the guards that would pester and usher her out of the town. She could barely afford a night's rest at the inn, so settled for a small drink as an energy boost for the rest of the day. She lapped up the sweet drink in an out of the way spot. From talking to the innkeeper, it didn't sound like she was that welcome of a guest.

She kept herself in a corner, not too out of the way to be suspicious, but easily apart to avoid conversation. She watched the Argonian playing the lute, and interacting wih people. They seemed to accept him better than she did. Probably because it looked like he was a smarty pants or something. She scowled for herself. She didn't particularly like Argonians, not only for their race's history, but also because all the ones she met seemed to be doing better in life than she was.

Thankfully, he seemed well off. That interested her the most. She watched with slitted eyes as he handed over the gold and got food and beverage. She began to study him from a distance, as she had been taught at the guild.

[Rilkar Olden & Sindyr]

  With his food on the way he had nothing more to do than to enjoy his time to himself.  The other patrons around the inn were people from various backgrounds and a second bard had picked up where he left off and continued playing where he had left off minutes ago.  He had noticed a rather shifty fellow enter and look around, she was looking him over for a while.  He would leave himself open and try to catch them in the act, besides, Khajiit caravans weren't allowed within Whiterun's walls.
  he let himself doze off for a few minutes while the food was prepared and eventually brought out to him.  When it finally arrived he sat up and took the plate, placing it next to him as he took the bloodwine, stuffed it into his pack and drank from the flagon of tea.  He always loved his tea strong, it reminded him of his homeland, every herbal anything was strong compared to how many others enjoyed theirs.  He stabbed his steak with a fork and bit from it without cutting.  He laughed a bit to himself.
  "They over salted it..." he said under his breath but still enjoyed the rather juicy steak.