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Džarek, the Terror of the Reach.


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General information:
Name: Džarek
Race: Khajiit
Gender: Male
Age: 38

Inner:
Personality: Rash and bold, but not stupid. Turns into a killing machine during battles(or while in werewolf form).
Worships: Hircine.
Hates: Trolls, vegetarians and cowards.
Loves: Blood, hunting, fight and reading.
Quotes: "A good hunter does not run to his prey. A good hunter's prey runs to him." "I do not move because I move when Nirn stands. I move because I stand when Nirn moves."

Physical:
Skills: Alteration, Destruction, Illusion, Mysticism, Restoration, One-handed, Archery.
Appearance: He has dark fur and long whiskers. His big yellow eyes and fangs, combined with a scar on his left cheek, give him a ferocious look. His robes, on the other hand, are always tidy and neat.

Possessions:
Weapons: He has a Restoration staff and a Destruction staff. When hunting, he often uses a bow. In close quarters, he fights with two war axes.
Armor: As mentioned above, he wears robes. When dirty jobs need to be done, however, he uses hide armor.
Other: Just in case, he always carries a few potions. He also has some food in his backpack for his hunts.

Background:
Ma'rek(father, deceased), Faraya(mother, deceased).
Companions and friends: He and himself.
Backstory:
Džarek was in a hurry. As always, he was late. His parents had of course told him stories of the Reachmen, but Džarek just couldn't bring himself to fear them. He skipped lightly over the stones and bushes towards the caravan. He brought himself to a halt, however, as he heard muffled whispers. Crouching low, he sneaked forward. A group of men dressed in animal hides- the Reachmen- stood similarily crouching in front of him. Frightened, he rushed back, but he already had made too much noise. A large muscular Reachman moved in to stop him. Džarek jumped and bit the man from the wrist. As the barbarian staggered away, spitting and cursing, Džarek rushed towards the camp. As he came in, however, so did the Reachmen, a few yards behind. The ever vigilant khajiit rushed in to retaliate, but the Reachmen were simply too numerous. The caravan members were cut down without mercy. He almost got to his mother. At the last moment, however, a tall Reachmen leaped in and waved his axe threateningly. His father stepped in, caught in a moment of courage rare for the Khajiit. Father snapped his daggers forward in a lightning quick motion, scraping two wounds on the savage's arms. That didn't stop the furious madman, however, and the Reachman slammed the back of his axehead into father's jaw. Next moment, an arrow found its way to his stunned father's neck. The Reachmen the struck and lopped his mother's head straight off. Terrified, Džarek ran once more.
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A while later, when he had stopped crying, he found himself in a thick copse. Deciding to inspect his surroundings, he found a small cave. As he went inside, he spotted rabbit corpses lying on the ground. He went to inspect them, when he heard a sudden growl from his back. Slowly, he turned around, to see three wolves standing just outside the cave, their eyes glowing angrily at him. Carefully, he produced his small lucky knife and crouched. Although the movement was subtle, one of the wolves suddenly tensed and leapt. Džarek might've been just a child, but he was a khajiit child, and his reflexes were in place. He darted right, the jerked his hand back and his dagger found its way to the wolf's nape. It wasn't so different from killing rabbits for the caravan, which he did often, only that the wolves leapt to him, not away from him. This night, he slept in a cave and ate rabbit.
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Džarek had lived side by side with the Reachmen for five years for now. He had often sneaked into their camp to steal supplies or weapons. Now, however, he was to reveal himself, for the first and the last time. Earlier that day, Džarek had returned to his cave, his home and sanctuary for these years. However, as he entered the cave, his senses told to him that something was out of place. As his nightvision came into effect, he noticed a dark form at the end of the cave. Slowly advancing, Džarek realized that it was a sabre cat. He almost cursed aloud, for the huge cats were no easy foes. This one, though, seemed to remain oblivious to the approaching khajiit. Silently, Džarek raised is dagger to strike. Before he could do it though, the cat turned to face him and spoke to him with a low, purring voice: "Stand your blade, mortal, for I'm Hircine, a Daedric Prince!" "A Daedra? More reason for me to kill you!" "Wait, and listen to my offer! Tonight, a group of my loyal werewolves will attack the Reachmen camp nearby. If you join them in the attack, I will grant you werewolf blood and one wish" "I want you to fulfill my wish right now!" "You are daring, little khajiit. I like it. What is your wish." "I wish to know the ways of magic." The spiritual sabre cat roared(Džarek supposed that it it was laughing) and asked: "Why would a simple hunter want that?" "That is my wish, take it or not." Again the feline roared: "You think you can demand something from me? Would you be in a different mood, I'd kill you where you stand." "However, I'm determined to make you a part of my hunt today, so your wish be granted!" The cat disappeared. A moment later, Džarek was brought to his knees by the mental assault of magical dweomers flooding his mind. After his vision went back to normal, he smiled, and went to make preparations.
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A howl erupted somewher in the forest, signaling him to movement. He landed behind the Reachman, his strike cutting the head cleanly from shoulders. He then dropped into a forward roll, kicking the other barbarian from his feet as he went. Using his momentum, he spun his axe straight to the falling Reachman's back. His other axe came in to strike the remaining remaining Reachman, but it was a feint. He suddenly crouched, spun behind the Reachman and slammed the handle of his axe into tha back of the man's head. His next strike then finished off the dazzled savage.
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He moved around in the camp, picking his fights carefully, lashing out from the chaos only to retreat back to the cover of bloodshed. He couldn't ignore the sight of several fleeing Reachmen, including the leader and the shaman. Determined to get the two prize heads of the hunt, he started forward. Carefully navigating the landscape and using his knowledge of the area, he was able to catch up to them unnoticed. The flight lead the escapees to a low ravine. He jumped down, rolling to reduce the impact, and came up straight behind the last Reachman. His axes moved in with blinding speed, intending to make a quick kill. The Reachman was no novice to the ways of battle, though. He bowed, and the attack passed harmlessly over him. The barbarian then retaliated, his twin swords maching the speed of Džarek's axes. Although Džarek's every move helped him regain his ground, he soon realised that he was in trouble. Three other Reachmen were moving in to flank him, and the shaman was in the middle of spellcasting. As the shaman finished the spell, a lighting bolt flew from her hands. Džarek threw himself to the ground, and luck was with him, as the chain lightning hit the other Reachmen instead. He dodged the second spell, raised a ward to deflect the third, and then blasted a fireball in response, killing the shaman. Now, only the leader remained...
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The Reachmen leader hadn't known fear for years, and now he could feel safe again. He had burnt the only bridge over the river and even werewolves couldn't swim over the raging river. He jogged about a hunnerd yards more, then stopped, breathless. Then he heard a movement from the bushes. Unsheathing his weapons, he carefully started forward. He found nothing. He turned around, but suddenly something pounced at him from the shadows. He couldn't even scream before the familiar got to his throat.
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Malkoran Spellsworn had been a member of the Jehenna mages guild for years and seen many things, however he suspected that he would always remember this subscriber. The khajiit wore ragged clothes and bloody Reachman axes rested on his belt. However, he wielded magick considerably well, might've been that even better than the archmage. However, a dark aura hovered around him, and Malkoran suspected that he was a Daedra worshipper. Malkoran had given him a room, but also had called the guards.
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As the guards entered the room, Džarek was caught completely unawares and unarmed. He clawed several guards, kicked one unconscious and knocked another down with a pound. However, the guards were numerous and even his clawed hands couldn't cut through chainmail. They soon took him.
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The cell was solid, but Džarek still found way out. He clawed the last bits of crumbling mortar off, revealing the passage out. He soon disappeared into the
dawn.
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After weeks on the road, Džarek finally stood on the borders of Alik'r desert. He wasn't really sure about crossing it, but going around would take too much time. He then charged forward, into the desert merciless.
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The first week went dryly- both dry of water and dry of action. At the noon of the eighth day, however he spotted an oasis in the distance. He forced his horse to gallop, eager to get to the waters. A black spot on the green patch forced him to stop. It was a sand crawler, a dangerous and deadly insect. Using the fact that the creature hadn't noticed him yet, he tried to shoot it with bow and arrows. However, the arrows clanged against the strong chitin shell, and the crawler countered with a spit. He dropped from the horse and let fly an ice spike. It cut into the crawler, forcing it to twitch and die. Džarek, happy that the encounter was over without casualities, went to the oasis and drank and swam. As he was done, he refilled his waterskins, picked dates, and was off once more.
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As the night came, the sandstorm rolled in. He had witnessed a sandstorm from distance before, but being in its center was a very different feeling. In addition, a group of storm atronachs had rolled in, forcing him to occasionally to dodge or deflect a lightning bolt. Even in the furious storm, he could make out the ten-feet bodies of his daedric pursuers. He had tried countering before, trying to send a familiar to attack, but that on had been killed in a few seconds. His bow was of little use, too, against the atronachs' stony bodies. A bolt hit the horse, sending him flying into the night. His eyes and mouth were soon filled with sand, but he fled on, knowing that he couldn't afford to stop. Then an idea came to his mind. He had never tested it, but Hircine had indeed granted him the powers of werewolf. He changed shape, his form changing to that of a lycanthrope. He then charged the nearest atronach, ducking under a mighty blow, and raked it with his sharp claws. His magic natural weapons didn't of course seriously wounded the being, but he had earned all the confusion he needed. He darted of, faster than any horse could.
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As the borders of Cyrodiil came into view, his heart jumped anxiously. He of course had to cross the small area controlled by the Covenant, but he would soon reach Valenwood. He indeed crossed the Kvatch area relatively uneventfully, soon getting to the nearest Bosmer settlement. He soon then found a way to be recruited into service of the Dominion. As he slept there, however, an assassin from Molag Bal was watching, intending to please his master by robbing a soul belonging to another Daedric Prince.
This post was last modified: February 2nd 2014, 12:01 PM by Warlockelder


"Cold be hand and heart and bone
and cold be sleep under stone
never more to wake on stony bed
never, till the Sun fails and the Moon is dead
In the black wind the stars shall die
and still be gold here let them lie
till the Dark Lord lifts his hand
over dead sea and withered land."
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Okay... I don't even know how to begin how OP this character is.

First off. Champion of Hircine? are you bloody serious? do you have any idea how OP and special snowflake that is? not to mention that in-game there could very well be a champion of Hircine but there is in no way a guarantee that it will be this character.

Second. A Daedric prince visiting him and hand-picking him for a "quest" and granting him any one wish? again, that is severely OP and special snowflake. Daedric princes are not genies.

Third. Terror of the reach? that is pretty OP as well. I can assure you that killing off one camp of reachmen does not make you a "terror of the reach."


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(February 2nd 2014, 09:08 AM)Took an arrow in the knee Wrote: Okay... I don't even know how to begin how OP this character is.

First off. Champion of Hircine? are you bloody serious? do you have any idea how OP and special snowflake that is? not to mention that in-game there could very well be a champion of Hircine but there is in no way a guarantee that it will be this character.

Second. A Daedric prince visiting him and hand-picking him for a "quest" and granting him any one wish? again, that is severely OP and special snowflake. Daedric princes are not genies.

Third. Terror of the reach? that is pretty OP as well. I can assure you that killing off one camp of reachmen does not make you a "terror of the reach."

OK. I agree that I might've gone a bit OP with this character, but...
If there are going to be any Daedric Quests in ESO, there'll be about a dozen Champions of Hircine running around soon enough, so it really doesn't matter...
Daedric princes are unpredictable and not concerned about someone becoming too OP.
I assure you he had done more than that.
Heroes are OP. The only thing more OP than a hero is a town guard.


"Cold be hand and heart and bone
and cold be sleep under stone
never more to wake on stony bed
never, till the Sun fails and the Moon is dead
In the black wind the stars shall die
and still be gold here let them lie
till the Dark Lord lifts his hand
over dead sea and withered land."
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There would only be one at any given time probably. By that logic there would also be several dozen emperors running around. Saying your character is a champion of a Daedric prince is severely OP and special snowflake.

No they wouldn't be concerned but they don't exist so that's moot. As the player you're the one that should make the char not OP and not try to lay the blame on fictional beings. Which you have failed at.

Still. The title of "terror of the reach" itself is OP. In-game I can guarantee you that if you were to walk into the reach as that character the inhabitants wouldn't give a damn about your character.

But your character isn't a hero. If you're saying that you're character is a hero like the dragonborn, Nerecarine or champion of Cyrodiil or a shezzarine then that is sad. Plain sad.


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(February 2nd 2014, 10:57 AM)Took an arrow in the knee Wrote: There would only be one at any given time probably. By that logic there would also be several dozen emperors running around. Saying your character is a champion of a Daedric prince is severely OP and special snowflake.

No they wouldn't be concerned but they don't exist so that's moot. As the player you're the one that should make the char not OP and not try to lay the blame on fictional beings. Which you have failed at.

Still. The title of "terror of the reach" itself is OP. In-game I can guarantee you that if you were to walk into the reach as that character the inhabitants wouldn't give a damn about your character.

But your character isn't a hero. If you're saying that you're character is a hero like the dragonborn, Nerecarine or champion of Cyrodiil or a shezzarine then that is sad. Plain sad.
He is not a hero like Nerevarine or Dragonborn, he is a hero like the one who killed the Daedra invading the village and knocked out a few ogres as he left.
But you got me cornered elsewhere.


"Cold be hand and heart and bone
and cold be sleep under stone
never more to wake on stony bed
never, till the Sun fails and the Moon is dead
In the black wind the stars shall die
and still be gold here let them lie
till the Dark Lord lifts his hand
over dead sea and withered land."
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That still wouldn't be an excuse for him to be OP. Sure those heroes do exist, but they aren't hand-picked by Daedra or otherwise OP.


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"I do not move because I move when Nirn stands. I move because I stand when Nirn moves." -You

So, according to this and assuming my logic doesn't fail me: in the first part (when the planet stands) you do not actually move because you move and therefore initiate the rotation of the planet, thus travelling (because the planet moves under your feet) but being given the impression that you do not move because your walking speed is equal to that with which the planet rotates. And in the second part (where the planet is moving), you decide to stop walking and by extent exert your force on Nirn, and allow yourself to be carried by the rotating mass.

Of course, common sense and reason are important in character creation but everything that's been said above this comment is negated by it due to its undeniably greater importance. :D
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This guy's RP is too Mary Sue-ish. Not to mention in game almost everybody won't be RPing a hero.
This post was last modified: February 8th 2014, 11:51 AM by EardwulfTheCynical
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