Post by Sir.Nicpe on Aug 27, 2010 1:45:30 GMT -5
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Name:Agrias Oaks
{your First and Last Characters name}
Race:imperial
Appreance:
Allegiance:Temerial Empire/ The Order of The Dragon
Age:20
Weight:120 ibs
BirthSign:Warrier
Character History: Borin in 4E 30 in The Powerful Oaks Mlilitary Family known to produce legendary Knights. At a young age, She began her training as a Knight and progressed quickly through her training. At age 15, she became a knight. she joined the Empire and soon her skills were unquestionable so The Empress herself offered her to join The order of The Dragon which she accepted gladly. The next year. Sir. Nicpe began to train her in advanced arts of war. For the four years strait, she would train with her mentor. Agrias would become very close to Sir.Nicpe and the empress herself. She was and still is the personal bodyguard of the empress. When she was 19, she eaned the rank of Knight champion after slaying entire unit of Nords by herself.
Class: Holy Knight
{like Warrier,Thief or Mage}
Rank: Knight Champion
{if your part of arganization}
Writing Sample:Lady Agrias stood in behind the gates of the Battlegrounds, soon to be the resting place of the disgusting furball who stood in the same position parallel to her. Sighing, Lady Agrias let the words of the announcer ring about the stadium, followed by roars of the crowd.
"Afternoon, a perfect time for the blood initiation of two Pit Dogs in the Arena! On the Blue team, we have a very attactive Imperial with a golden blade, but shall good looks pull her from the grasp of the Yellow team's Khajiit? We shall see!"
The gates snapped open, Lady Agrias walked forward with a chip on her shoulder, spring in her step. Laughing as the Khajiit sprinted out before her, She charged with her blade drawed in the center of the Arena. Lady Agrias took a much more Rushing approach, waving hier Golden blade haphazardly in front of her.
"You know, Khajiit, when I was behind those bars back there I could see just how your mother felt."
The Khajiit sprung forth with a leaping swipe of his Elven mace, only to feel the recoil of his attack fire back into his arm. Lady Agrias raised her Golden blade and parried the attack carelessly, eyes still focusing on the Khajiit's own eyes. The crowd roared behind her, forcing her to talk trash at his loudest.
"Filthy little critter your mother was, didn't even feel the blade do straight through her chest. Much like you're fate shall be, right?"
Lady Agrias let the fingers of her off-hand roll around her neck, mumbling a Daedric incantation and spawning a Demora Warrier, a Soldier from Vvardenfell and Oblivion. It was a humanoid being with pale red and black skin and it hunched over, leaping forward and leeching itself onto the Khajiit. Lady Agrias let go of the woman's neck and watched his cretin attack. With a few aimless swipes, the Khajiit beat in the head of the Demora Warrier that lay as a bloodied, deformed corpse.
"I s'pose I end this now, shall I you scumbag fetcher house cat."
she spewed whatever passed through his mind, laughing as the Khajiit roared forward and swung from over her shoulder. She blinked, only to fall forward from her own momentum to her knees. Turning around slowly, he let out an agonizing groan of pain as he felt seperation on his mace arm. Blood spilled from the stump that was cut by her shoulderblade. The fans roared with excitement.
"KILL HIM! KILL HIM!"
Lady Agrias instead severed his other arm at the elbow, watched his roll on the ground in pain. Remorselessly, Leonde lifted her by her neck at least 2 feet into the air by the edge of the Arena.
"End it.." The Khajiit moaned.
"Oh, I'm way ahead of you there, dear." Lady Agrias said, grinning from ear to ear. She tossed him at least 6 feet backwards, assisted by magicka, into an inverted spike on the wall of the Arena. The crowd roared once again in excitement, but Lady Agrias wasn't finished just yet. She walked to the corpse that still lay impaled on the spike, with a swoop of her blade.She took an old Iron Sword and trashed it into his body and left te arena to leave the dead warrier to his fate.
"Damn furballs, at least they'll be able to serve their purpose as a slave in Oblivion.."
Name:Agrias Oaks
{your First and Last Characters name}
Race:imperial
Appreance:
Allegiance:Temerial Empire/ The Order of The Dragon
Age:20
Weight:120 ibs
BirthSign:Warrier
Character History: Borin in 4E 30 in The Powerful Oaks Mlilitary Family known to produce legendary Knights. At a young age, She began her training as a Knight and progressed quickly through her training. At age 15, she became a knight. she joined the Empire and soon her skills were unquestionable so The Empress herself offered her to join The order of The Dragon which she accepted gladly. The next year. Sir. Nicpe began to train her in advanced arts of war. For the four years strait, she would train with her mentor. Agrias would become very close to Sir.Nicpe and the empress herself. She was and still is the personal bodyguard of the empress. When she was 19, she eaned the rank of Knight champion after slaying entire unit of Nords by herself.
Class: Holy Knight
{like Warrier,Thief or Mage}
Rank: Knight Champion
{if your part of arganization}
Writing Sample:Lady Agrias stood in behind the gates of the Battlegrounds, soon to be the resting place of the disgusting furball who stood in the same position parallel to her. Sighing, Lady Agrias let the words of the announcer ring about the stadium, followed by roars of the crowd.
"Afternoon, a perfect time for the blood initiation of two Pit Dogs in the Arena! On the Blue team, we have a very attactive Imperial with a golden blade, but shall good looks pull her from the grasp of the Yellow team's Khajiit? We shall see!"
The gates snapped open, Lady Agrias walked forward with a chip on her shoulder, spring in her step. Laughing as the Khajiit sprinted out before her, She charged with her blade drawed in the center of the Arena. Lady Agrias took a much more Rushing approach, waving hier Golden blade haphazardly in front of her.
"You know, Khajiit, when I was behind those bars back there I could see just how your mother felt."
The Khajiit sprung forth with a leaping swipe of his Elven mace, only to feel the recoil of his attack fire back into his arm. Lady Agrias raised her Golden blade and parried the attack carelessly, eyes still focusing on the Khajiit's own eyes. The crowd roared behind her, forcing her to talk trash at his loudest.
"Filthy little critter your mother was, didn't even feel the blade do straight through her chest. Much like you're fate shall be, right?"
Lady Agrias let the fingers of her off-hand roll around her neck, mumbling a Daedric incantation and spawning a Demora Warrier, a Soldier from Vvardenfell and Oblivion. It was a humanoid being with pale red and black skin and it hunched over, leaping forward and leeching itself onto the Khajiit. Lady Agrias let go of the woman's neck and watched his cretin attack. With a few aimless swipes, the Khajiit beat in the head of the Demora Warrier that lay as a bloodied, deformed corpse.
"I s'pose I end this now, shall I you scumbag fetcher house cat."
she spewed whatever passed through his mind, laughing as the Khajiit roared forward and swung from over her shoulder. She blinked, only to fall forward from her own momentum to her knees. Turning around slowly, he let out an agonizing groan of pain as he felt seperation on his mace arm. Blood spilled from the stump that was cut by her shoulderblade. The fans roared with excitement.
"KILL HIM! KILL HIM!"
Lady Agrias instead severed his other arm at the elbow, watched his roll on the ground in pain. Remorselessly, Leonde lifted her by her neck at least 2 feet into the air by the edge of the Arena.
"End it.." The Khajiit moaned.
"Oh, I'm way ahead of you there, dear." Lady Agrias said, grinning from ear to ear. She tossed him at least 6 feet backwards, assisted by magicka, into an inverted spike on the wall of the Arena. The crowd roared once again in excitement, but Lady Agrias wasn't finished just yet. She walked to the corpse that still lay impaled on the spike, with a swoop of her blade.She took an old Iron Sword and trashed it into his body and left te arena to leave the dead warrier to his fate.
"Damn furballs, at least they'll be able to serve their purpose as a slave in Oblivion.."