Well, I admit to not being the lore-buff that other Elder Scrolls enthusiasts are, but i'm a rather large fan of the Argonians.

Names are the fun part, it can vary from one of strict Argonian tongue (One word names that roll off the tongue with a bit of a reptilian feel. These are usually for Argonians straight from the Black Marshes or raised in a similar society.), an Imperial translation name (which is their name...but molded into an Imperial-sounding name, this is for Argonians more likely raised in an Imperial town.), or a hyphenated name (Most common form. It's generally a descriptive name, more specifically, Verbs-Adverbly, Verbs-Subjects, or Adjective-Noun. )

My personal Argonian is named Heavy-Tail, for his aptly large, and weighted tail :P He is a Templar "Bruiser" of sorts.

An Argonian's personality is akin to those of central or native americans, or other various aboriginal tribes of Earth. They view with reverence the value of an otherwise harsh world particularly the Hist, a tree that is intertwined with the Argonians in...almost everything.

Their speech patterns are best described as "off" using strict human tongue. When branching off into the Argonian ticks, you notice a trend with the moistness of scales, and other metaphorical transliterations.

A cheat sheet i can drum up off the top of my head:
Moist scales - good
Walking the river - To cheat death
Erect the spine of... - To lay out an intent to the listener.

To really get to role playing as one, it's best to work with a bit of leeway and roll with it. Argonian speech patterns are arguably harder than the Khajit :P

Avoid innocuous comments such as "Stay moist friend." when talking to women, non-Argonians tend to assume that you mean something else...

HEALS-YOUR-MOM

Filthy scalebacks...

If you're really wanting to learn more, you can read this post teso-rp.com/forum/m/9324623/viewthread/5707478-saxhleel-argonian-lore-facts. Some good info on Argonians there.

Can also meet my Argonian if you're NA-EP side @Selique

LostScot wrote: »

Avoid innocuous comments such as "Stay moist friend." when talking to women, non-Argonians tend to assume that you mean something else...

I erect the spine of gratitude to you friend.

Born 2E 545, Second Seed. I am a hatchling of the Kota-Vimleel tribe, like most, I hatched Second Seed and joined the Shadowscales. I had three clutch-siblings i regularly played, trained, and spoke with. Two of them were Shadowscales with me, the other was not and grew up primarily with our tribe.

He was born 61 sunsets before me. That is rare and brought him a lot of attention. Some stated he was to be great and helpful, others that he was harmful and to be repelled. He stayed to himself and away from others. I seemed to be one of the few he spoke with. I respected his discipline and looked to him as a nassa. We only returned to our thtithil uxith tzel rarely and for short periods. Although my clutch-brother, who now goes by Ankhor Tree-Blood, was rarely spoken to compared to the others living with me, I knew him deeply.

I've always remembered a vision of myself hatching. As a growing hatchling, some nights i would visualize going out into the marsh and explore. Unlike the regular day or night imaginations we all may have, these were only visual and remained regardless of my will to change things within it. Around six or seven years after Thtithik helped us here, I was listening to Tree-Blood tell me about his last two months, and firmly learned my visions were of his life, literally. I did notice similarities throughout life, yet just gathered it was common for us Saxhleel to imagine such common tasks and scenarios, since we often may view images of things we may not have physically experienced.

I kept that awareness to myself and learned him well. He was more strict than he presented himself and was strongly interested in the Hist and all plant life. I respected him much, obviously, and almost had the experience of living two lives via my one way connection to him.

My twin clutch-brother, Haj-Eix, seemed to blend-in in any environment and would sometimes follow me and Tree-Blood on our marsh travels. He respected me like i respected Tree-Blood. He was always wearing gear that would assist in matching him to our environment and often seemed to measure points of view in an area well. Because we looked almost identical when young, he used that to divert attention away from him to me sometimes. I strongly disliked that, and in hind sight, should may addressed it more strongly at an earlier in life.

As we hatch, we suckle from the Hist. I was told my veins swelled, darkened and were pulsating. This same unique effect happened to Tree-Blood. This indicated a connection between us to the Thtithik's and Raj's and was something we discussed among each other when out on our walks.

Haj-Eix and i were were called on for our naming day a with great anticipation. Two days before, i visualized Tree-Blood engaging some dunmer to free a captive Saxhleel and became captive himself. My request to go to the village to protect them from a dunmer attack was doubted, yet mildly investigated. They noticed him missing the next day, yet the rain made it hard to track and they already had time to reach the border.

I was named Kota-Sax-Blood which means "Black-Root(Hist)-Blood" because of the effect that occurred again, as i took in the Hist for the ceremony. Haj-Eix means "Hidden-Scales" which fits well for him and his chameleon style of living. Tree-Blood was absent, until the Akaviri Invasion. He came back with the term Tree-Blood as a reference to our similar effect of consuming the Hist. He missed his naming ceremony, so he named himself.

Many stars signs have passed until the my first vision from Tree-Blood. He was now a captive in a foreign land. Although I still gave took note of the visions to learn of that foreign land and culture, the bulk of my attention has shifted to the dark brotherhood evaluation process. Part of this process involved information reconnaissance.

On one of my first missions, I was sent to retrieve some info and return my a set day and time. I acquired the info ahead of schedule, and began my quick return, anticipating additional merit for the early accomplishment. In the act of my haste, i experienced something for the first time. i teleported forward a great distance. Unfortunately, the destination was in the mist of an enemy stronghold, and i was not yet skilled enough to battle or sneak my way out. I had to wait until an opportunity arose to depart.

By the time that occurred, i was late returning. to return late with the story of what occurred may have been accepted with a dislike, if not for what my brother did. At some point in time he did some act, posing as me. As a result as this, I was deemed a liar. They decided i disobeyed. Being that it was my first strike, i was an initiate, and i presented forgiveness, they allowed me to continue.

My magical abilities began to flair as i intern invested attention in training them. On day, unknowing to me, Haj-Eix dumped water on a sleeping initiate and somehow gave them the impression it was me. The following night, that same initiate got a water hose to spray me in my sleep. I happened to be visualizing Tree-Blood being assaulted and was tense as a result. The moment that water hit me, I raised up and my body became electrical. This electricity traveled along the water path and electrocuted the initiate to death. Killing a dark brotherhood initiate was fully unacceptable and i was put to suffer the Wratih of Sithis(Seth).

I barely survived, with the help of my recently acquired magical abilities, yet decided to return to the Kota-Vimleel and study Shadowscale and Saxhleel knowledge independently.

I returned to around the beginning of the khahaten flu. Those known as the Lilmothiit and the Kothringi were dying in quickly. Tree-Blood was receiving extra scrutiny, yet around 564 he escaped and i was introduced to dark skinned men called Ra'Gada or Redguards. Meanwhile, i engaged in a much more free exploration of our march as a byproduct of this flu. Although many died, i was pleased our tzel has less foreigners.

While vicariously learning the two-handed maul from Tree-Blood visions, I trained my area effect magical abilities in the now more barren marsh. I also learned much from Keshu the Black Fin, and traveled with her when i was able too. i trained, explored and freed slaves with her and her legion up until the Akaviri invasion when Tree-Blood returned.

Here we finally reunited for battle, and it was a great one. We devastated the foreigners and surprised the others. We returned to our village and began to share life stories, train and get Tree-Blood re-accustomed to our Saxhleel way of life.

It's been about seven cycles of the twelve seasons and something strange occurred. A large blast or burst occurred that was only heard by a few in our village. Over the next few days, my head began to hurt tremendously, my abilities seemed to be activating independent of my will and my Tree-Blood visions were occurring sporadically and at dangerous moments.

I need to rest now, since rest often heals thyself.

Kota-Sax-Blood

Stay Moist + Seth Salute

My Argonian Volsera is my favorite character of all the time. I picked the Argonian race because of the cinematic. There is that point where the Pact starts cheering right before they storm the Imperial City and at that part there is this cool as *** Argonian warrior which just sealed the deal for me. Volsera was a young and reckless dual wielding Pact soldier who was always at the frontline with his 2 blades ready. After a couple of heavy battles and getting severely injured he did not fight in any more alliance battles but instead started studying magic and the ancient Dwemer which he still does to this day.

Apart from being a master wizard nowadays and having seen almost every nook and cranny of Tamriel Volsera is still a reckless young scaleback who drinks too much.

Yeha man, I love my character