The name is not very lore friendly. I suggest searching argonian names and finding one that you would enjoy!
Maybe go into a bit more detail of his childhood
Though you have a lore explanation, samurai armor does not seem lore friendly for an Argonian to wear at all times. I suggest finding a good Argonian skin and adding your own clothing to him. Possibly in game you can employ a smith to make you the armor, which you could then wear as a skin.
Denied, needs fixing
I will look for some good Argonian skin, and the changes have been made per what you said. I can tweak more if needed.
OOC: Marovingi, Mason, Maro
Why us?: I have always been a die hard fan of the elder scrolls games, and I have also played alot of minecraft and I was looking for a way to get back in to playing again. Recently, where I live, a local LARP shut down that I attended to often, and now I cannot role play as much. I saw that it was a role play server, and I was even more interested as I have not role played online in years. I do actively sort of "role play" in some local foam fighting groups, but not so much as I did in my now cancelled LARP group.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: I will if I feel that the server is awesome.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Role playing in real life, or in person is similar to being an actor for a play, except that all the events and discussion are ad-lib, and are going on at that very moment. On the internet though, or online game Ive always treated it like writing a story or novel with real time responses and constant changes. The trick is to adapt to the changes, in game as possible, and to use as much imagination as possible to have the feeling that you are actually in the world or environment you are creating. When I was larping, many said that it was like being a child again, playing games of imagination to the point where you actually felt you were there in a world you created.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Out of character information, this happened on accident alot at the LARP I went to. For example, players would be near NPC discussion and hear about the details of an upcoming plot and be pre-pared for it when they shouldnt have. Or, we establish that there is a cave, and the players react to us approaching from one direction, even though they shouldnt have since in game we were not in their line of site. In my experience, most meta gaming is done unintentionally due to instinctive responses.
Define Power-gaming in your words:
Per what your rules states.
"-Being overly powerful or commiting unrealistic acts in-game. Killing or controlling other players without them acting it out.
(Example) *Killing 20 players at once with a single punch. *Telling everyone they are poisened and you control their minds. *Getting a headshot every single time."
In my own words, being unrealistic and unreasonable with a situation presented to your character in game.
IC: <- Not quite sure what that abbreviation is for.
Name: Cyrodilic: He-Who-Whispers, Black Marsh Name: Tul-Percles
Nickname: Whisper, Tul
Appearance: Green scaled, light orange/tan feathered head. Bright eyes in the shade of an orange color. A younger looking argonian, glowing with youth.
Personality: Inquisitive, quiet, a listener of conversation, and a whisperer to others.
In-game RP Fight example: Thunder moans and cracks overhead, sputtering water over the black river He-Who-Whispers gently glides on. A raft, made of simple wooden boards scavenged from an old hut stuck in mud. He-Who-Whispers sits quietly on the the raft, in a meditative position, listening carefully to the rain as he gently moves down the black river. The marsh made a symphony of sounds, easy to get lost in.
But then, there was a crackle. A crackle and scurry of leaves ahead. He-Who-Whispers's face twitched as he slowly opened his eyes and looked ahead. There was a branch hanging over the river, not so far off.
Resting on the branch was a small black bird, looking for cover from the rainy evening.
As the raft approached the branch, the small bird glided gently down onto the front of the raft, chirping and looking at He-Who-Whispers with a sense of urgency.
He-Who-Whispers whispered gently to the bird in his raspy voice. "Little one, you come to this great ship on the black river with so much vigor, are you telling me something perhaps?"
The bird quickly flew to He-Who-Whispers's left and vanished into a brush after he spoke. He-Who-Whispers suspiciously turned his head left and watched the dark woods with squinted eyes.
There was a loud snap, and the noise of whistling through the air.
He-Who-Whispers, without flinching rolled over to his right into the water. With careful hearing, through the loud clatter the rain made on the surface of the water, thuds could be heard on the shaking raft as it continued on its way. He-Who-Whispers patiently waited on the soft floor of the black river, listening to the drummer of the skies.
He quietly moved towards the rocky shore and saw an argonian tribesman, covered in leaves and sticks, prodding the water. Maybe looking for a kill he thinks he got?
He-Who-Whispers, quietly pulled his knife from the leather belt around his waist.
He-Who-Whispers flew forward from the water, jumping onto the tribesman. Overturned with He-Who-Whispers on top of him, the tribesman wriggled and chattered in a guttural nonsensical language. He-Who-Whispers shuffled a bit with the tribesman arms, before quickly and precisely stabbing the tribesman right under the chin. With this move, and a quick thrusting motion, the tribesman went to sleep.
"Sleep now, child of the river."
With that, He-Who-Whispers closed the eyes of the tribesman. Offering a saying onto the Hist.
Background: He-Who-Whispers comes from the southern reaches of the Black Marsh, and grew up in a local tribe. He was taught, in his early days, when one would ingest the sap, how to hunt, and survive. Hunting became second nature, and strong connection with nature and respect for the world was built early into his mind. Every evening, after a hint, his tribe would commune with the Hist, and think deeply of their existence and all the life around them. Whisper's life changed though, when he traveled to the closest city nearby with his fellow tribe. There they encountered many things strange and foreign, and that is where whisper met his first foreigner. Whisper was not quite sure who or what this creature was from afar, with its dark skin and hearing horns coming from the sides of its head. Nevertheless, whenever Whisper joined his tribes-people in trading with the city locals, the dark creature would tell tales of lands and wonderful ruins beyond the darkness of the land.
Discontent with the tribal ways, and with a strong urge to know of the world beyond the dark woods, Whisper left his tribe north and acquired work in Archon as a local scholar, and hunter. He owned a small shop, selling what he could from his hunting and fishing. On one of his hunts, he came across a dead warrior wearing a strange yet appealing armor. It was different, from another world maybe? He later found out from a historian in Archon that this was not the case at all, and the armor came from a group called The Blades. Upon examining the dead body, it seemed that there was no way that the warrior was one of these "Blades", as a local had claimed that the warrior was part of a trading caravan and that the armor was probably bought or found. Whispers in his curiosity, studied intensely on this subject, and found that the armor was of Akaviri design. In his studies, he became increasingly interested in the mysterious continent, and the fact that one could now travel to this once unknown land gave Whispers reason to finally leave his homeland for further study, exploration, and maybe a steady job in a field not respected by most. The study of local customs and history, with the background of a hunter and tribesman limited Whispers to what he could do and join as most judged him. This new land though, perhaps a clean slate?
He-Who-Whispers took to a trading ship, bound for the continent. With him, nothing but the basic items for long travels, a blank book, and a blank mindset open for new ventures.
Maiq knows some skills, but also knows no skills..."Skooma kills!"