had to fuckn remake ok
he's kinda back but im gonna be very inactive
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♡ yeah i think???? i like this template but it's probably temp.[spoiler=INFO]BASIC
cicero | sis - uh - row (i used to pronounce it wrong before i turned on my xbox volume and heard his name haha) | melanistic jackal | wears this hat | good with daggers | pathetically easy when unarmed | very hard when armed
PERSONALITY
bubbly | hyper | unpredictable | lighthearted | violent (at times) | silly | calls himself "fool of hearts" | biromantic asexual
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hi human beans
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♡ Cicero was tired. He had had a long day. He'd been trying to make people laugh but he'd just gotten stares and sighs and scared children hiding. He plopped down on his makeshift bed made of his old clothes and some moss, looking through his travel pack. He pulled out a journal. Oh.. a journal from Cyrodill! A touch of the past, he thought, opening it up.As I begin this new phase of my life, I have decided to finally keep a journal. So much has happened to me thus far, both within the Brotherhood and without - when I think there is no record of what has transpired, it almost seems an affront to Sithis himself. So I am determined to make amends.
Yes, the Dark Brotherhood has its own scribes and chroniclers, but it is their solemn task to record those events deemed important to the organization as a whole. Let this volume serve as the personal record of one man, a lowly assassin who has pledged his blade and his life for the Dark Brotherhood.He smiled. "Oh..." he said, the fond memories of assasinhood coming back to him. He was young when he joined. He read on, picking up journal after journal and reminiscing until he came upon his later writings.
I have been chosen. By some incomprehensible twist of fate, the Black Hand has named me the Night Mother's Keeper. In all honesty, I am both incredibly honored and deeply saddened. This means the end of my contracts. I'll be lucky to lift a blade again. Thankfully, Rasha has promised me one final contract before I accept my new duties.
30th of Morning Star, 4E 189.
The jester lies dead. My final contract has been completed. Oh, how he laughed and laughed. Until he didn't.How he missed his Unholy Matron, his Night Mother. She had always been so near, but now she wasn't. But one thing had caught his attention. The jester. His final and most important kill. He looked at his own hat lying across the room from him, which he'd taken from that very jester.
Sick sick sick of the rocking tossing rolling throwing upon the gray gray waves!
I've been reading of Skyrim, of the good days, the old days, of the Old Ways. There was another Sanctuary once. A Dawnstar Sanctuary. Good, ancient and strong. Blessed by Sithis. Cicero will go there! No need of Astrid!
The Mother and I will settle, and she will speak to me, finally, and we will build the Old Ways anew, together.That horrible journey. It made him sick the whole time. And the Falkreath Sanctuary. Horrid! Astrid? An old witch. His blood boiled at the thought of her leading the Dark Brotherhood again. He sighed. The Dawnstar sanctuary was home. With the listener, the Mother, Nazir, Babette. He missed them. Tears started to well in his eyes, and he pushed them down. He wanted to be in Nirn. He wanted to be with his Mother. He wanted to go home. "Mother..." he sobbed. Faint sniffles and whines could be heard from his cabin as he thought about home.
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cicero | sis - uh - row (i used to pronounce it wrong before i turned on my xbox volume and heard his name haha) | melanistic jackal | wears this hat | good with daggers | pathetically easy when unarmed | very hard when armed
PERSONALITY
bubbly | hyper | unpredictable | lighthearted | violent (at times) | silly | calls himself "fool of hearts" | biromantic asexual
POWERS
invisibility | sound manip. | conjuration -
cicero angst is here bitches
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♡ Cicero wasn't an active clan member anymore, but god dammit, he did not miss a party. The jester came strolling in, he had grabbed as many boas as he could and draped them all over him, making him a fluffy disaster. He was wearing a red mask and he had put glitter all over his clothes. "Hellooooo!" he called, grinning from ear to ear.[spoiler=INFO]BASIC
cicero | sis - uh - row (i used to pronounce it wrong before i turned on my xbox volume and heard his name haha) | melanistic jackal | wears this hat | good with daggers | pathetically easy when unarmed | very hard when armed
PERSONALITY
bubbly | hyper | unpredictable | lighthearted | violent (at times) | silly | calls himself "fool of hearts" | biromantic asexual
POWERS
invisibility | sound manip. | conjuration -
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The jester laid on his back in a small clearing with lots of flowers. Flowers made him happy, and he liked them, so there. He thought. Mostly about darkness, and how consuming it was. To most, this would be overwhelming, but not Cicero, no, not him. He liked it. It was his ally. It shaped his very being. He picked a flower, placing it on his snout and blowing it into the air. The jackal batted at it until it was out of his reach, then let out a dry cough. Boredom. How boring. -
when your character got promoted AND demoted but you were too fucking inactive to know
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I do have to sleep bc I have school in the morning, but I'll try and make before school if possible!
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ooh! cool!
- cicero was originally an assassin for the dark brotherhood, but he got chosen as a "keeper", who takes care of the body of their secondary deity, the night mother. keepers cannot kill, and he went insane because he could not kill again.
- cicero will randomly switch between being friendly and being hostile when under stress.
- cicero is very scared of dragons. no joke, he hates them.
will add on when I find more.
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Cicero's ears perked at the sound of voices. Yes! People! He stood up, brushing off his fur. "Hello, hellooo! How are you?" He faintly remembered Ethereal, but he didn't remember Mieczyslaw.//mobile and tired
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oooo track. gotta be more active. missing out on a lot. im pretty sure i'm the only person that's stayed here since my first character joined here lmao
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Cicero wanted to do something productive. He had had no motivation for a month, and it was frustrating him unbelievably. He was very close to ripping out his own fur. But, that was hard. Just like everything. Having no opposable thumbs sucked ass. So, he decided to try his hand... well, paw... at art. He had gathered some red, yellow, white, black, and blue paints, figuring he could just mix the colors to make others, and some old paper. There was nothing he could hold, so he painted with his paw pads. His first attempt was to draw himself. It didn't end well. It was a black blob somewhat resembling a dog with a deformed jester's hat on top. Atrocious. He scoffed, ripping the paper up with his teeth and discovering how horrid paint tasted. He spat it out, trying to wipe it out with his paws, which only made the taste worse, considering how caked with paint his paws were at that point. He stumbled backward, tripping over a boulder and landing on his head. "Aaaagh!! Bother and befuddle!" he shrieked. His head had landed on a smaller rock. The tattered jester hat he always wore fell off. He tried grabbing for it and, as he was on his head, fell onto his stomach. His back paws landed in a stream. At this point, he was seething with anger, and he got up, growling furiously. He had to take it out on something. He ran towards the paper, shredding it mercilessly and cursing at a shrieking level. He took the paints, racing to the edge of the very small floating island he was on and punting them off. They didn't go far. He was weak. "By Sithis, gaah!" he exclaimed. His breath heaving, he started sobbing into his paint-soaked paws. He wanted to go home. No, not to his hut, not in this clan, not in this world, this stupid, idiot world! He wanted to be a human again.//why so long idk muse + sorry for my fucking template being an asshole
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june 2015. only person i think is still here is clo? but she's really inactive. she gets on like, 5 times a year, but i don't blame her. being active is hard.
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i played several, but my mains were moony, a barn owl, and gronk, a great gray. i was a noob lmao, horrible roleplay skills. + that's cool! that's an awesome name haha
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Cicero's ears perked and he agressively looked up, but then, realizing it was a clanmate, calmed down a bit. "Ci-icero is fine, fine. Go do your own thing, Cicero is... not important!" There were subtle sobs between each word. His snout had dark red paint on it, as a result of the black and red mixing together. He padded over to the stream, dunking his face and paws in and shaking them excessively. Taking them out, he shook himself and sat down, pouting. He only wanted to do one thing right. One thing. -
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dang osrry for the late replies//
Cicero sighed. "Well, I... I miss my Mother." He thought it over. "Not my literal mother, but close. I love her more than I ever did my literal one. It's a long story, but... Ah, you sound like you want to hear Cicero's problem." He sniffed. "I worship Sithis, who is, ah, death, darkness, and The Void. Very un-explainable really, you wouldn't get it. Anyways, his chosen bride, the Night Mother, murdered all her five children when he commanded her to. She was the first and only one to do so, and she earned a place at his side, come her death. Cicero used to take care of her body. Preserve it. And I was good at it! Very well preserved. Cicero ended up here one day. But, I also got upset because I'm not good at much other than preserving bodies." He sniffed, calmed down finally.