The story:

The world has ended. The year is 6E 237. Alduin is feeding on souls, Dagoth Ur's idea of Corprus caught on with others and Mehunes Dagon has merged some of Nirn with Oblivion. These are the End Times (Warhammer Fantasy reference!).

Rules:

1) Your character should care less about others and money and more about surviving (very rare exceptions).

2) No powerplay.

3) Use the skelly I use:

Name: First and last name, titles if you want

Race: Lore-friendly races

Gender: Male/Female

Year of Birth: Era and year (I'll help with this)

Age: Literal Age (Plus age in human years)

Class: Class Name

Name: Sauriil Adorin

Race: Altmer

Gender: Male

Year of Birth: 1E 587

Age: 6,565 (90's in human years, and has been for over 3,000 years)

Class: Mage/Nerevarine

Name: Makor gro-Baroth, Werewolf of the North

Race: Orc/Werewolf (packleader perk=white)

Gender: Male

Year of Birth: 4E 23

Age: Mid 3,000's  (39 in human years, werewolves don't age)

Class: Arcane Berseker 

Name: Bibo (Do I have to have a last name) Call him Bibo90 (or else...)

Race: Khajiit 

Gender: Male

Year of Birth: 6E 183

Age: 34

Class: Thief

Weapons: 2 Nightingale swords

Armor: Nightingale armor

(Bibo's literal age is 54 and his human age is 34. His birth year is 6E 183.)

Note: I will also become a "dungeon master." That is, I will be part of the RP, but I will also create scenarios, like lack of food, water, a weapon breaks, etc.

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A middle aged Khajiit lies on the center of a well traveled path, he groans from a lack of water and a skleever attepmts to get a meal from the seemingly dead body. The khajiit jumps up and slices the head off the skleever, he then makes a fire to cook it, not aware of the Altmer and Orc watching him.

StrunLokSingh

(You also forgot the class.)

No I didn't.

Sharsosah

A middle aged Khajiit lies on the center of a well traveled path, he groans from a lack of water and a skleever attepmts to get a meal from the seemingly dead body. The khajiit jumps up and slices the head off the skleever, he then makes a fire to cook it, not aware of the Altmer and Orc watching him.

(it's "skeever" not "skleever"

I walk towards the Khajiit and draw Volendrung "What are you doing out here by yourself, boy?"

"BOY!"

*I stand up, unshieth my swords and stand in front of my meal.*

"You think you have a bad temper!" I charge at him.

Large hordes of Corprus walk around everywhere. They growled, still unaware of anything other than themselves.

(Essentially this is Dying Light. Where there are hordes of Zombie-like creatures who don't notice anyone else until they are three feet in front of them. They are tough, and always appear in groups of 100s. And Sauriil was NOT watching Bibo90. He was elsewhere.)

*I sheathe a sword, pick up my meal and jump over the orc as he rushes me.*