Kinda slow in the Oblivion Section, no? I'll spit some of my character out into here...
*Takes a deep breath.* Big post coming your way!Name: Aroha
Sign: The Shadow
Class: Mercenary
Factions: Dark Brotherhood.
Race: Rhajiit (Custom race mod for PC.)
'Ferine Feline'-Aroha in his untamed, more animalistic phase.
"Have you ever...""Had a Nightmare...""That you thought was so real...?""On your knees...Cower before me!""I want to hear you scream...""Real loud for me now..."~Cue sound of sword slicing through metal and flesh~"Heh..."~Skulks off into the shadows~"Should've stayed where you were...I would've made it painless for you...but no. You had to do things the hard way."~Low guttural growl~_____________
Random Shots:
Aroha, the marksman..."Uhm..well...I was spotting him...and when he leaned this far...there was a crack and pop...then some gurgling...andnow he's not moving..."Since when do Ogres do yoga...heywaitaminute...you-
"Uhm"~Looks thoughtful~Well...are you go-
Silence! I am drinking!...And thinking up a good lie to tell you!__________________
Slinky kitty:
Pose oneTwoThree(There's more...but this thread doesn't need anymore scantily clad cats prancing infront of the camera right now.)
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Everyone falls from grace sooner or later...Aroha was no execption...
~Aroha was heading his way back to the manor he had purchased from a female breton a few weeks back; to meet up with an old childhood friend of his: Xochitl...~
~He didn't have time to react, much less reach for his sword...the only thing Aroha could do was feel the cold steel of his assailant's blade running through his stomach...tumbling backwards...~
And over the edge...With one arm stretched out in desperation to grab onto anything...Alas...he could not find a grip on a brick sticking from the bridge...Instead...smacking his shoulder against the small ledge poking out, pushing him further away from the bridge...So this is how it ends for me...Used to be untouchable...used to soar through the air...Now with wings clipped...A...Free Falling Angel...Funny...I don't feel a thing...~Xochitl, at the manor...was feeling a bit distressed and worried...and for what reason she didn't know for sure....she made laps around the manor as if hoping that Aroha would just jump out and scare her out of her wits like he usually did...but instead...~
"Where did this come from...I know this book wasn't here before..."~Two keys and a envelope slid out from the back pages and onto the floor, picking them up she would move to place them back where they were, but something caught her eye...~
"This is Aroha's handwriting..."To my dearest Xochitl,
If you've found this, and of course reading it...I am either dead...or on my way to death's doorstep, but do not cry my dear friend. Life has been rich and there's nothing more I could have asked for...save for maybe seeing your face one last time before I went. But these words you read will have to do...
Hey, do you remember the time when...~Xochitl bit her bottom lip and shook her head, this was just one of his games...he'd pop out sooner or later and say 'Haha! Gotcha!' ....right? She continued reading through the pages that took her back through memories...~
Within this book there's the keys and deed to the manor itself, naming you as owner of the property. Morrowind is such a trouble filled land, and I know you always wanted to live in Cyrodiil. So I give you this here manor as your place to call home...
Forever yours
-Aroha~Xochitl shook her head and nearly threw the book across the room at the sound of someone pounding on the door. It was him! It had to be! When she got to the door and opened it, there only stood a legion solider, two foresters; all imperial. There was also a khajiit and argonian dressed in leather armor behind them. They came bearing the news of Aroha missing: The khajiit and argonian had seen the male fall from the bridge, the khajiit made a dash to the nearest legion soldier on horse back whilst the argonian dived in after Aroha, but was unable to find any trace of him save for the pair of silver goggles he wore...~
She didn't want to believe it, couldn't be true! She felt her knees give out from under her, hands clasped against one another
staring up at them with pleading eyes. "Let it not be true..."
The once joyfilled sunny day was now in clouded sorrow and loss...after the bringers of bad news left she stayed inside, sitting in a chair hands covering her face. A hour passed before she made up her mind, walking calmly up the stairs, coming back down dressed in a far more darker attire, thigh high boots, finger free gloves, miniskirt, leather top with a vibrant elven blade hanging on back...To finish the outfit...
...The goggles were set in place.She sniffed and dried the fur around her eyes as best she could before pushing the door open and marching out to find Aroha herself and the truth...good or bad.
See you later...Big guy...
