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HAS YOUR DASH BEEN LACKING A STRONG FEMALE IN POWER? in search of a widowed jarl who can send you on tireless quests across the land & give you only 500 gold or a piece of under-levelled armor for a reward? JARL ELISIF THE FAIR is your lady! she’s the only jarl in all of Skyrim that doesn’t slouch in her throne, so you know that she means business when it comes to rooting out those rebellious Stormcloaks! this determined majesty is looking for strong warriors to join her army & help her bring Ulfric Stormcloak to his knees! private & highly selective. penned by valeera. 9+ years of roleplay experience! personals DO NOT REBLOG!

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          clever eyes assess  ,    curiosity flickers in dark orbs.           ❛     excuse me  ?     ❜           her voice is gentle  ,    pale lips quirked in a flirtatious smile.    she waits until she has their attention  ,    interrupting nothing of importance.           ❛     i could use some assistance  ,     if you’re willing to spare the time and effort.     ❜

open starter.

[house-brother-llarosdrenhla-blog]

First RP ever, hope you all like it.

 My name is Llaros Dren Hlaalu, named after kin and leaders of The Great House Hlaalu. My first name comes from the late great, Sir Llaro Lethri, an appointed Knight and Former House Father. Llaro was a hell of a warrior and set a lasting impression on me, his skill with a one handed weapon must have been his birthright from Boethiah herself. Llaro ended up giving me his most prized and sentimental weapon before he was killed by coward Redoran assassin's, The Daedric Dai-Katana. Mark my words when the time is right I will avenge Llaro's murder with his Daedric blade. Not quite sure if House Redoran has caught wind of me yet but when I do for my family, I make sure to do a little extra… I like for my reputation to proceed me. My middle name has been given to me for our Grandmaster at the time of my birth, Duke Vedam Dren. Grandmaster Dren is what most members of House Hlaalu strive to be like when it comes to things like diplomacy and extended business relationship's. Not to mention unquestionable leadership. I'll admit I'm a little more of a roughneck myself, kind of cut and take first, dissapear second..  Who knows, maybe from studying Vedam Dren, especially his relationship with his brother, the kingpin of the Camonna Tong, I'll learn how to live side by side even with my enemies… and turning a profit. I was born into The Great House Hlaalu, therefore I was given its name to bear and protect throughout my life, and I do not take that for granted. Our house has been demoted from the council amongst the other Dunmer people, for our willingness to grow with the world around us. What in the actual fuck is wrong with this picture? Throughout the Third era we have struggled and worked our asses off to make something of the Dunmer name for all Dunmer to be given the credit and respect they're due from all Man, Mer, and Beast throughout Tamriel. Only to be shit on by our own kind? I won't stand for it. It's time for Hlaalu to be restored to it's former glory… Shit, I'll restore Hlaalu to what it was and expand us into something even greater. House Hlaalu is a gifted house, a House which deserves our rightful place on the council in Vvardenfell. Seeing as how I'm coming of the age I had set for myself to train and work my way up the traditional ranks of House Hlaalu, I'd say it's time for me to begin what I was born to do, and become the Dunmeri Demi-God that I was predestined to be by the tribunal. I've trained since I was big enough to run, jump, swim, and climb at only 4 years old. Silence has become my native tongue, and yet my elders have taught me our tradecraft so well that I could talk a Guild Master of the Thieves Guild into giving me their last set of clothes, that doing so will make them wiser. Invisibility has become my very nature, I can rob an entire Redoran Nobles home while the shit head sits at his dining room table eating his sweet roll. I have sparred with some of the most dangerous one handed and two-handed warriors the Empire has ever produced, and in turn I've become one of them. With my Daggers & Dual Wielding Short Swords, I become an artist, or the artwork perhaps. Only I knew that (controlled & disciplined) savagery could be so beautiful. Under the protection of darkness…. Or not. Then I have my skill with a bow, which is rivaled only by the best of the greatest Bosmer archers in Tamriel. I am fierce, motivated, passionate and fearless. Skyrim is where my elders have suggested I begin my journey of Hlaalu redemption, therefore Skyrim is where I'm headed. I've heard a lot about Skyrims Barrow's, dungeon's, and caves. I'll need to settle properties for myself quick, I'll loot every last one of these ancient Nord burial grounds… Poor Nords, the most lethal Dunmer to ever walk the earth is about to cross their border and they're completely clueless.

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✘ Set before the arrival of the Night Mother

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