Name: Lyrissia Alethia
Race: Dunmer
Gender: Female
Age: 43, though she appears a couple decades younger
Sexuality: Heterosexual, but comes across as asexual
Birthsign: The Shadow
Profession: Assassin/Bounty Hunter
Laterality: Ambidextrous
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 145 lbs.
Appearance: Lyrissia is a typical dunmer woman, except for two distinguishing attributes; her hair, which is a deep red, and a pair of long scars on her left cheek. She has a modest bust, and shoulder length hair, a thin nose, and the charcoal grey skin of her race.
Apparel: Lyrissia wears a set of cuir bouilli armour, which offers her manueverability and moderate protection in battle. She is almost never seen out of her combat garb, but when she is, she prefers muted clothing, that allow her to blend with a crowd. When travelling, a mask covers her lower face, concealing her scars, and a hooded, grey cloak, offering protection from the elements.
Weaponry: Though she has experience with a number of weapons, from axes to daggers, she is most skilled, and in fact prefers, weapons that are easily hidden. At the moment, she wields a matched set of blades, one a sword, the other a dagger. Both are slightly curved, though not to the point of a scimitar. This makes them ideal for both slashing and stabbing attacks.
Fighting style: Lyrissia is a combat pragmatist, not being shy to kick, or in fact stab a man when he's down. She prefers to take her targets by surprise, but if discovered, she becomes a whirling derviss of blades, disorienting her enemies before cutting them down.
Personality: Lyrissia is generally a focused and quiet dunmer, contrary to the common belief that all young dark elf females are rather...promiscuous. Part of this is due to the profession she has chosen, and part is because of the loss she has suffered.
When forced to partake in conversations, she is revealed to have a dark sense of humour, and will not hesitate to humiliate others around her. This is, of course her way of coping. Those few that know her well, know that she harbours a deep seated lust for revenge, one that she will see through, even if it costs her her life.
Likes : Quiet, being paid, a well laid out plan.
Dislikes : Anarchy, loud noises, clumsy people, and Stormcloaks.
Goals: In general, she states that she wishes to claim enough gold to eventually retire to Cyrodiil. Personally, she wishes to bring Decius' killers to justice, but, as she has no idea who they are, beside them being stormcloaks, this makes her goal almost certainly unobtainable....but don't tell her that.
History: Lyrissia was born in a quiet village just outside Leyawiin, in Cyrodiil. For most of her life, she was content, and loved by those around her. Though she had plans to eventually, become the villages medical practitioner, tending to minor wounds with her mothers' supervision, fate had other ideas.
War broke out in Skyrim- a nord by the name of Ulfric Stormcloak rebelled against the Empire, and declared the northern province an independent kingdom. Predictably, the response by the emperors' legions was swift. Soldiers marched north, intent on putting down the rebellion before it could gain any ground.
One afternoon, a cohort of Imperial legionnaires came through the village, among them, a young man stood out to Lyrissia. His name was Decius Commodious, and he was as smitten with her as she was with him. Against her parents' wishes, she accompanied him to Skyrim.
The two spent their off duty time, he from fighting, and she from tending to wounded soldiers, together. They were well and truly in love, and planned to start a family, once the insurrection was dealt with. Once again, fate intervened, this time, for the worse. Decius' patrol was ambushed, and slaughtered. Word of his death reached Lyrissia at camp a day later.
A change came over the usually friendly woman. She became cold, withdrawn, and one morning, several days after her lovers' death, she left the camp. Unknown to the imperials, she fell in with darker characters, who were all to happy to turn her onto the path of murder and mayhem. And she was more than willing to oblige.
Since that day, Lyrissia has become a nightmare in the dark, stalking Stormcloaks and their supporters throughout Skyrim. Willing to take contracts from anyone, so long as it ends in Stormcloak blood watering the frozen ground.
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