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kinda curious since you never posted it, what's xuldriil's playlist ?

I’ve been laughing at this ask for awhile because I apparently have a reputation for character playlists ? Wowza

But Xul’s was a bit tricky, so I never really posted it! (Below the cut , warning for songs with darker themes involving stalking and murder)

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update before i forget: xul has two legs xul has robot arms

no arms nancy

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@xuldriil

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5 cute things your muse does

Exactly what it says on the tin! Do not reblog. Repost and tell your followers five cute facts about your muse then tag five people to see what cute things their muses do!

Xul isn’t exactly the master of cute, but I’ll give it a shot!

When he gets cold, he’ll try to leech body head off of someone trusted. Most people he considers ‘friends’ have had to deal with him, at least once, curled around with his face pushed against their neck or in their clothes. He’s a bit of a cuddler in general, if you’re patient with him.

He used to be a father, and is still a doctor, so he’s very softspoken and gentle, especially with children. He’s got a soft spot for kids definitely, and more often than he’d care to admit has given the money from a contract to one of the homeless children around Skyrim. He keeps a close eye on Riften’s orphanage, and visits it frequently.

If he gets attracted to someone, he gets very attracted to someone. He’ll get flustered if even near the object of his affection, stammering and often rushing off to hide his awkwardness with the situation. He’ll never make the first move, but he’s very easy to seduce and very receptive to any show of affection or interest. To put it simply: needy.

He sings when he’s alone, working on something. Usually old lullabies, or somewhat eerie little nursery rhymes, as well as whatever he’s picked up from Cicero.

He really likes dressing in fancier clothes, but he isn’t really confident enough for it- his baggy Brotherhood robes are occasionally swapped out for a dragon-priest-esque outfit, but that’s about it. He doesn’t have a bad figure, he just isn’t as young and handsome as he used to be. He does, sometimes (when he’s alone), try on slim-fitting dress clothes, and has a red dress he’s especially partial to. No one must ever know.

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I want to rp with people on kik & Skype too, because: a) It is something I can carry with me everywhere b) I don’t have to format it c) It’s low pressure and things get dropped all the time d) It’s fast paced with shorter replies e) IT JUST FLOWS EASIER OKAY.

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Are there any Dark Brotherhood-based Skyrim RP Blogs out there? NPCs or OCs?

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xuldriil

Blooded

{ Closed RP with @withtaintedblood }

It wasn’t often Xuldriil sought out other vampires. It wasn’t often that he even encountered them. Sithis, it wasn’t often he sought out people he didn’t intend to kill. But with the Brotherhood down to four members, the argonian needed to do some reaching out to old contacts Nazir had given him, to try to get them on their feet again. With half of the people they’d sent letters to not even bothering to respond, and Nazir pressuring him about money running out, Xul had taken to going out to find people himself, and determine whether or not they would have continued affiliation.

Of course, it was easier said than done; and hauling yourself through Skyrim’s snows, with a metal leg and cold blood, only to be turned away was no small feat.

He was already feeling ragged and frayed around the edges when he approached one of his final destinations. It was fair weather at least, clear air, and the sky was lit up with the reds and violets of sunset. If he was in a more charitable mood, he may have even enjoyed it. He hoped this apparent vampire wouldn’t mind him letting himself in, but he made sure to keep a clear escape route in mind if things went south.

His nose found his target before his eyes did, and he stopped short a few feet behind him (Telendil? That was his name, right? Sithis curse him, why didn’t he write it down?) and hesitated, clearing his throat softly.

“Hello.”

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Silence was not an uncommon thing in this crypt that Telendil had taken to calling home since waking up in it. No scuttling. No draft. No yelling. Although, there was the occasional shifting of earth and rock. The place was large enough that he couldn’t hear some of the louder members of his little family in certain areas. The shrine rooms were some of such areas. As far as he was aware, he was the only one in the room.

Or so he thought, until he noticed an unfamiliar scent.

How did people keep finding the door? How did they keep figuring out how the door worked? Perhaps it really was time to relocate. Well, whatever this stranger was here for, it was most certainly not to pray at a shrine to Mara.

He readied himself before anyone was even in sight, tapping into his magicka and tightening his grip on his staff, so he could cast a shock spell the moment the threat showed itself and initiate the fray. When he was greeted, he was more than ready to strike, but he quickly dropped his hand when his eyes caught sight of the person. It was more about the armor than the actual person, however. The electricity fizzled out around his fingers, making soft cracking noises as he looked the man over with a cold stare.

“You are not my usual contact,” Telendil commented.

Although, he hadn’t had any contact with the brotherhood for a while, so things could have changed. Perhaps the assassin he’d met before was busy. In all honesty, he’d been getting somewhat concerned, and not just about the progression of the task he’d given. The appearance of this new person only helped some of that.

“What is your business here?” he asked slowly, relaxing his stance some.

xuldriil

He was tired and slightly aggravated at everything, so he skipped introductions. “I didn’t mean to startle you. Babette was the one you talked to, yes? She’s at the Sanctuary- her skills are needed there more than mine.” His voice remained calm and aloof, but his eyes - burning embers against black scales and leather - flicked between him and his staff almost anxiously. “The Dark Brotherhood has come across some... obstacles. My name is Xuldriil- I’m the new head of the organization.” He glanced around, crossing his arms. He was slim and tall, with one leg replaced by some sort of dwemer contraption and scars dotting every exposed inch of skin. He was without a doubt a vampire, and judging by the way his hand didn’t even flick to a weapon, a confident one.

“I’ll be blunt. Most of us are dead. We were betrayed, by our previous leader. With few members and little to no resources, we’re trying to keep in touch with the few affiliates we have. Most don’t want anything to do with us when we need them most.” He sounded slightly bitter at that, leaning back and curling his tail around his feet. “We couldn’t get a hold of you, so I came out myself.”

With that, he fell silent, observing the other. He knew little of him, but Babette and Nazir seemed to emphasize this was someone they wanted on their side. Sithis knew why they’d send him, someone who seemed to piss off or frighten everyone he met, but regardless, he’d come. After all, he needed to get the brotherhood back to its original glory, and he’d cross all of Tamriel five times if he had to. (Not that he wanted to!)

“I just want to know if you’re still with us or not.”

#SORRY THIS IS LATE #withtainedblood

I was expecting something along the lines of... Waluigi, not exactly Handsome Jack.

waluigi isnt smug enough

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I’ve been busy with work and housesitting, but in case any of you are curious about what Xuldriil sounds like,

he’s totally Handsome Jack.

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A wip I really wanna clean up a lot before I even start lining, but there it is.... Ya boi pulling an Astrid in the spooky cabin (which doesn't have furniture yet)

#ooc;;#mod art;;#Art tag;;

Blooded

{ Closed RP with @withtaintedblood }

It wasn’t often Xuldriil sought out other vampires. It wasn’t often that he even encountered them. Sithis, it wasn’t often he sought out people he didn’t intend to kill. But with the Brotherhood down to four members, the argonian needed to do some reaching out to old contacts Nazir had given him, to try to get them on their feet again. With half of the people they’d sent letters to not even bothering to respond, and Nazir pressuring him about money running out, Xul had taken to going out to find people himself, and determine whether or not they would have continued affiliation.

Of course, it was easier said than done; and hauling yourself through Skyrim’s snows, with a metal leg and cold blood, only to be turned away was no small feat.

He was already feeling ragged and frayed around the edges when he approached one of his final destinations. It was fair weather at least, clear air, and the sky was lit up with the reds and violets of sunset. If he was in a more charitable mood, he may have even enjoyed it. He hoped this apparent vampire wouldn’t mind him letting himself in, but he made sure to keep a clear escape route in mind if things went south.

His nose found his target before his eyes did, and he stopped short a few feet behind him (Telendil? That was his name, right? Sithis curse him, why didn’t he write it down?) and hesitated, clearing his throat softly.

“Hello.”

#closed rp #withtaintedblood #v : listener

Light Your Path

{Open RP}

“Rise and shine, sunshine. Time is passing, and we have matters to discuss.”

The shack smelled like death. Blood had been spilled here, multiple times, and the Listener had never bothered to clean it. It gave the dilapidated building in the middle of nowhere some extra character, he thought. It also helped to give possible recruits a bit of an idea of their business- couldn’t have someone who fainted at the sight of blood as an assassin, could he? Their work tended to get too messy, and too much could go wrong.

“You took awhile to fall asleep, you know. Guilty conscience?” His voice was a low purr, smooth as honey. He was sitting where his predecessor had when he had first joined; the top of a bookshelf, back against the wall, the slim metal contraption that replaced his leg swinging freely, glinting in the dim light. “I should hope not. In my line of work, that sort of thing never gets you anywhere.” The initiate was still foggy from the drugs, by the look of it, slowly picking themselves up off the floor, their eyes finally focusing on the leather-clad argonian.

“And if all goes well, my friend, my work and your work will be one in the same.”

#open rp #v : listener

Starter call! Like this post and when I'm on my laptop I'll type something up!

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