Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150618162258/@comment-24141785-20150622191221

How is it that good people, good citizens, get nothing more than the rest of us. While the good people sit back and watch as there world gets torn apart the rest of us survive, where we dictate our future. I have often wondered why good people - people who deserve lots - get death or worse. The evil are worse, getting nothing more but torture and pain. It is us - the ones who seek redemption - that are the true survivors, that are the realistic people in this world. We still care about friends and family, them being the closest thing to our hearts...and yet we still get called evil!'

'Isn't it right not to trust strangers? Not to be a good little noble? I cannot see how people picture us as evil, when they are sitting whilst the poor suffer. I am not going to help every person I see, neither will I butcher them...'

That is why redemption is important...it gives us purpose....it gives us-_'

"Ysmiar!"

The quill zigzagged down, leaving a mark on the paper. Ysmiar sighed, turning to the pirate that stood before him.

"Cap' wants you on deck." The pirate replied, the redguard gulping, "I don't know nuthin...sir."

Ysmiar hated being called a sir, he was anything but one. He sighed, before standing up and pushing past the redguard.

''Sometimes I wish I could fucking lock my door. Some buggers like to steal some jewels off me.''

Ysmiar wasn't poor, but neither was he rich. Although he scavenged many ships most posessions went to the captain, as a sort of tax.

Wonder where he hordes it...probably in his locked room with a chest.

The Quatermaster walked up onto deck, stepping up towards the captain. The breton had a grin on his face, the sun shining on his pale skin.

"Lad!" The captain celebrated, "We're nearly at Sentinel!"

''Sentinel huh? I could see my mother at some point, although I doubt she'd be pleased to see me.''

"Quatermaster?"

Ysmiar turned up, looking slightly away, "Great news, captain."

"Tell the rest of the crew! Let them be joyous!"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:1em;margin-bottom:1em;font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">He seems to be in a good mood...probably won't slaughter another pirate today.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:1em;margin-bottom:1em;font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">The Quatermaster walked down, the crew gathering around him. He observed how they gazed, repsectfully. He gave a quiet sigh before looking up.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:1em;margin-bottom:1em;font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">"We've nearly reached Sentinel..." The nord started, pacing backwards and forwards, "I don't want to hear of any murders whilst I'm there? Got it?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:1em;margin-bottom:1em;font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">The crew nodded, Ysmiar ordering them off. He admired how they were obidient, although soon that would not matter.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:1em;margin-bottom:1em;font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">''The captain will never let me leave...I know that now. I just hope it doesn't come to murder, the rest will not be so pleased.''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:1em;margin-bottom:1em;font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">The Quatermaster walked back towards the captain, glaring at him.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:1em;margin-bottom:1em;font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">I can't feel bad though...the captain probably will have my head if I try to tell him...

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:1em;margin-bottom:1em;font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">Why couldn't life be simple...

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:1em;margin-bottom:1em;font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">Name: Ysmiar Bear-Claw

<p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">Sex: Male

<p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">Race: Nord

<p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">Age: 32

<p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">Appearance: Ysmiar (without facepaint) (has a vertical scar going down his right eye)

<p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">Skills: One-handed, Archery, Sneak, Lockpicking & Light Armour.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">Equipment and misc. items: Plated Leather Armor,(the one of far right side) Brown Hood, Ebony Shortsword, Steel Tomahawk.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">Spells: N/A

<p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">Powers/Abilities: N/A

<p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">Backstory: Orphaned at a young age, Ysmiar was abandoned on the doorstep of a nordic couple. His parents were legionairres, the highest of their order. Ysmiar's father taught him how to use a sword and an axe whilst his mother taught him stealthier approaches. The young nord was constantly lectured about honour and loyalty, and that good citizens had good things. This continued for many years until his father eventually passed away due to illness, leaving Ysmiar's mother a widow.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">She settled down in a small cottage in Dragonstar and became a farmer. When Ysmiar turned 20 his mother convinced him to join the Imperial Legion, and become like her. The young warrior set out to Cyrodil, to the Imperial City. Soon after arriving he joined the Imperial Legion, training with them.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">He rose through the ranks, partaking in many battles. He eventually became a respected legionairre, just like his parents. He took part in one of the bloodiest battles, the battle of Alinor. He, alongside many others, stormed the city in an attempt to slay Aldmeri Dominion officals. The battle was bloody, the most violent and grusome battle of the ages. The Empire lost, Ysmiar one of the only survivors.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">When the nord returned to the Imperial City he tried to resign, horrorfied by the battle. The officer in charge declined, stating he had to stay for a few more years. Suddenly, a window burst, a stormcloak rogue stabbed the officer in the neck before disppearing.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">The guards soon found Ysmiar over the officer's body, assuming the nord was the murdurer. They arrested him and threw him into jail, leaving him to rot. A few months later and the Legion eventually decided to send all prisoners into the Arena and the winner could have their freedom.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">Ysmiar spent many, many months in the arena, never losing to an opponent. He was brutal and bloodthirsty, desperate for freedom. With only an iron sword and occasionally his fists he managed to butcher his opponents, his hands staining red. It was only a year later that he killed all the other prisoners, leaving him the winner. The legion decided against releasing him and threw him back in his cell to die.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">The nord spent the next few months making makeshift daggers and planning his escape. When one of the guards wern't looking Ysmiar unlocked the door, stabbing the guard in the throat. He stole his weapons and broke free from the prison disguised as a guard, heading to Anvil.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">He saw that good citizens had nothing, that all they got was the same as the scum of the underworld. Ysmiar saw that there were no good people, that everyone was bad, some moreso than others.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">Angry and lost, he eventually found a pirate captain, dressed in riches and jewels. After a few drinks and a fistfight the captain offered Ysmiar a place in his crew. Without any hope left for a honoury life the nord accepted.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">Ysmiar rose through the ranks, eventually become a Quatermaster. He led many boarding parties, raiding merchant and even Imperial ships. The crew became well known as the 'Cyro Wave' and became notorious. He spent the next few years with them as a part time assassin, part time quatermaster. Ysmiar is now on the seas, heading north.