#carolus

First! My adopted children OCs. They get wacky in a good way.

Carolus's Backstory: He was slowly opening his eyes to an empty and burned place. He looked around slowly. And he realized he was alone. He looked at himself while still on the ground. And saw how burnt his metal body was. Yes... Carolus is an animatronic and he became sentient just when he opened his eyes. The last thing he remembered was... fire and so many screams. Then, he fell onto the ground. He was so scared. He didn't know what to do. Until he heard footsteps coming towards him and saw a person wearing a blue and red suit.

He was confused and still scared. The person bent down to get a closer look at him and she smiled softly.

"You know... I had an odd little feeling that was calling me into a burned-down place. It felt weird. But it felt right. Now I know why. I am not here to hurt. I am here to fix you. And I know deeply inside. That you will become an amazing good guy." she said in a calm and gentle voice while still smiling at him.

He didn't know why... But he deeply felt... That maybe... she was right. And he slowly returned the smile.

Zaidu's Backstory (His name used to be Donnie): The strange person in a blue and red suit was walking around near a small river. She thought today was at least going to be a normal to her. Until she saw a boy... a small boy. And the boy looked at her. And he started to run. Again... she had a strong feeling. And it became even stronger when she noticed that scorpion tail on the boy's lower back. She made a decision. And ran after the little kid. She tried to yell that she wasn't there to harm him. And she soon caught up to him when he ran into a dead end.

"Woah... You run fast, you know. Listen... I am not here to hurt you. I am here to help you. To find your parents. Because I can tell you are very lost." She said while still catching her breath.

Zaidu looked at her with sad eyes. She looked at him and felt pain in her heart. She swallowed hard. And asked where his parents are. He slowly looked down.

"Mommy... didn't wake up when she went to bed. I... I am lonely..." Zaidu said in his small and quiet voice.

She was about to say something but Zaidu interrupted her. He said that he knew what he meant by "not waking up" when someone goes to sleep. His mother taught him that when he saw a little bird that wasn't moving when it had crashed into a tree. She knelt and asked if he knew where she was. He nodded. And she asked if he could take her to his mother. He nodded once more. Zaidu took her to their home and it was a small cottage. He didn't go inside when she entered. And she found his mother lying peacefully on her bed. She gave his mother respect and decided to give her a proper resting spot. She found a spot that was surrounded by the most beautiful flowers. Zaidu took a deep breath and walked up to his mother. He looked at her and gave his last goodbyes. She soon buried his mother.

Zaidu finally let out his tears. She looked at him and patted his head in a way to comfort him. She told him that he wasn't alone. And he won't ever be alone. He slowly looked at her. And deep down. He knew she was telling the truth.

Covert Report

Frostfall 12, 2E 583

Your grace: it took considerable digging, but I finally have insights to report on the assassination of Primate Artorius. The Dark Brotherhood sent not one assassin but several to topple the primate. However, this does not suggest that just one of their number is not capable of such carnage as we previously thought. I’ve still no clue as to who delivered the killing blow to the primate, or if indeed the assassins fell upon him all at once (highly unlikely).

I learned the identity of one of the assassins, rather directly I might add. An Argonian by the name of Stops-His-Heart, a shadowscale as it were. Your grace, we’ve every right to be wary as shadowscales are said to serve the people of Argonia. Though he indicated otherwise, I would not be surprised if his loyalty was foremost to his people.

I should perhaps clarify. I met with the assassin directly, albeit not of my own accord. My inquiries were not as subtle as I had believed. He cornered me at the Publick House in Anvil and insisted on buying me a drink. I somehow felt compelled. My fear aside, he was more cordial than threatening. Regardless, I was hesitant to drink even though the waitress poured us both the same drink from the same bottle. An Argonian would always have the advantage at a dinner table.

He didn’t remark on my reluctance at all and went right into matters. He told me he had heard I had been discreetly looking for trouble. I explained to him—once again, not of my own accord—that I was working for the Count Kvatch (my many apologies, your grace, I know you wished to remain distant from this) to learn more about the Dark Brotherhood. All the while, I found myself staring into his eyes more than was acceptable.

Stops chuckled and said, ‘Count Carolus shouldn’t be so worried about his business partners, but we can forgive the professional curiosity’. I have said nothing of this to anyone else, your grace. He asked me what I wanted to know and this time I felt free to answer. I asked him first and foremost if Stops-His-Heart was his actual name.

He eyed me for a moment, and I could feel the hairs on my neck standing as he did. Then he responded: ‘It’s what I go by. I’d prefer to keep my Saxhleel name to myself if you don’t mind’. I made a mental note to follow up on this, but I regret to say I’ve nothing to report. I can say that of his aliases (of which there are few), Stops-His-Heart is the one I could find him by most. Peculiar to say the least, as I’ve not uncovered the identity of his fellow assassins. Almost like among their number, he is quite brazen.

Instinct begged me to excuse myself. But I looked into his eyes again and I asked him if he was only a dagger for hire. He smirked and shook his head. He explained to me he performed clandestine work for the Order of the Sacred Ashes and the Sekiryu clan. I asked him to elaborate, as I was entirely certain the Ashen Knights were not ones for illicit activities.

He explained, ‘working within the law can only get you so far’. He went on and told me that the Order had a sub-sect of Ashen Knights who were versed in subterfuge. They were called the ‘Peacekeepers’. In his way of explaining: sometimes to track down Daedra and cultists, you need to get information in unconventional ways. Sometimes, to eliminate particular cultists, you need a sharp knife and a deft hand.

As for his work with the Sekiryu clan, it’s more or less cloak and dagger work performed on the battlefield. If all that he says has been true (and I daresay it has), I’ve been led to believe the Sekiryu have battlefield assassins known as ‘Dragon-Fangs’. As we’ve heard of the reports from Cyrodiil, your grace knows as well as I do the Sekiryu fight hard and fast in the name of the Pact. I suppose it should not come as surprise they employ martially trained rogues to assist in neutralising enemy garrisons.

He then gestured to my drink and somewhat ‘commanded’ me to partake. After a toast to you, your grace, he told me that purified chamomile induces a deep sleep. He said something else about Argonians, but I missed it due to loss of consciousness. When I awoke, he was gone but I believe he left a message for you. I’ve enclosed it with this report.

Carolus just stared in disbelief at his older brother for 5 minutes, he'd never seen such aggression from him. When they were younger he was always quiet and shy but now he was impulsive, wild, and a bit reckless.

"Aw come on I was just teasing"

Chucky was about to land another attack when he saw Carolus.

"OH HEY CARO!"

Chucky was now beaming, seeing his twin, and immediately let Slappy go.

"So....you fight people now?"

"We were just playing"

"....right......So! I'm starving....is there any food?"

"Yeah Billy made some earlier"

"Oh ok thanks"

"Hey Caro?"

"Yeah?"

Before he could get a proper look at his twin he was pulled into a brief hug.

"I missed ya"

Yes, I do have a mod that lets me kiss people I romance in Skyrim. And well Teldryn and Carolus are like old warriors xD. Kissing in front of dead dragons.

@thebloodychampion​ || Accepting || [X] ; Carolus “Oh you poor soul, wandering lost in the forest under the new moon…”

Sam was walking along the forests, enjoying the choir of crickets, playing the nighttime tune. The voice was not that of a cricket however, and the moon child turned to where he heard it and saw another person. Not just any person, the smell that rolled off the body had his nose wrinkle up.

Jörg Peper & Carolus.

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