((Hello, everyone. I have just acquired the game of Skyrim during the Christmas holidays and, just as I had expected it, I fell in love with it! And, because of the graphics that are way, way, way, way better than its Forefathers, I actually started to come up ideas for RPs, and settled on this one. I just love Khajiits and Argonians, so I got 2 male warriors of those two races as my main characters. Let's see if any Elder Scroll fans will love to RP!))<br/><br/>Deep to the North of Skyrim, away from the fighting of the governing Empire and the fierce resistance known as 'The Stormcloaks', private army of Jarl Ulfric Stromcloak of Windhelm, is an expedition several days in the making. And at the head of this band, was two men. Behind them, was barely even a force...most of them lost in the nearby Dwarven ruins of Soarthal, which was already getting excavated by bandits. They were ambushed by the bandits on the way there, the Falmer and constructs inside, and then picked off by wolves and ice wraiths on the way back.<br/><br/>They were heading towards the nearly ruined Skyrim hold of Winterhold, home of the College of Magic. The band was heading there to recieve their pay for some kind of artifact, the Dark Elf who had hired them was very...excitable, when he had found a group of people answered his poster. But they went in there twenty strong...came back with only five. But, the Elf wouldn't care, so long as he got his artifact, and the men would be happy to receive their pay, plus compensation for the lost of the men and women that died.<br/><br/>Once the pay was given and the Dark Elf back to the College, the mercenaries went their separate ways. Some were from that organization called 'The Companions', but they were mostly dead, leaving the free-lancers to their own devices. But, out of all the mercenaries, only two stuck together, and they were the ones who were leading the force in and out of the ruins.<br/><br/>One, was an Argonian by the name of Xeksharr the Half-Blinded. Sometimes he was called Xek for short. He was an Argonian male of average height and a lean build. He wasn't a sneaky type, not by a long shot, but he also wasn't one that relied on big muscles and brute strength to solve his problems...relying more on speed and skill. Though, due to his deep, black scales, he could easily blend into the shadows, if it wasn't for his chain-mail armor that he wore proudly, minus a helm. He was called the 'Half-Blinded' because of an injury he had gotten while fighting a Khajiit in hand-to-hand combat. The cat-man's claws swiped at his left eye and made it useless. The three scratch marks turned into scars and his slited eye was now covered by a milky film. His right eye still good, the yellow reptilian orb having a single black slit straight down the middle.<br/><br/>Xeksharr was handsome enough for a sleek Argonian male. Minus his scar, he seemed virtually unblemished with his slick, but powerful and hardy, scales to the muscles that was obvious underneath those scales. He wore a complete set of chain-mail armor, minus the helm and had two steel axes on both sides of his hips. On his head was a few things that made wearing a helmet impossible, horns...lots of them. Jutting out of his smooth, scaly skull were multiple horns that would of based him off as a Daedric born bastard. Two large horns coming from both sides behind his skull and several going from the crown of his scalp down the back of his neck in two columns. Plus, there was the three studded horns on both sides of jaw.<br/><br/>And the Khajiit was another male by the name of Jern-Muhrol, though he was usually called Jern. His family was used to snowy climates, coming from a mountain tribe even back home, so the unforgiving landscapes of Skyrim was perfect for him, having fur that thick and colored like the snowy mountains. But, unlike Xeksharr, this cat was all about muscle. He wore heavy plate armor, again minus the helmet, and had a large, steel sword strapped to his back. As said by some, he was as strong and fierce as a lion, and twice as headstrong. In the midst of battle, you would expect to find him at the head of the charge.<br/><br/>He was very heavy set, bigger and larger than most Khajiits, with eyes akin to a hunting cat's, closely attentive, naturally slited, and had that red ring of blood-lust around it. And, like Xeksharr, he could be deemed handsome by his race. His face was set strong and had no scars to speak of, his fur doing well to cover any if he had some.<br/><br/>These two were rather...inseparable. It all started when they had first arrived at Skyrim, legally of course, at Solitude, the Imperial capital city of the Nordic land. They didn't know if they had arrived at the same day, but they did meet each other at the bar, not caring to remember the name...only the drinks. But that may be another story for a later time.<br/><br/>While the others left Winterhold, the two stayed and figured they earned a drink. Xeksharr, being the barbarian that he was, ordered the strongest. While Jern-Muhrol, on the other, just settled himself for some mead. The two laughed and spoke in a merry tone as they drank and ate to their hearts' content in 'The Frozen Hearth', talking about the latest mission, tossing a coin in a came of chance, speaking of rumors, and giving some bit of 'trouble' to some of the bar maidens.<br/><br/>After all, who knew when the next deal might come around the corner, or maybe some company might make itself known...for good or for worse.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>