Lifts-Her-Tail
Well-Known Member
Name: Horiscor
Gender: Female
Age: 28
Race: Dumner
Sexuality: Homosexual
Affiliations: None
Afflictions: Insomnia, finds it very difficult and challenging to get to sleep and usually prays or does something lively to do over those hours she should be resting.
Habits: Has a habit of asking awkward or uncomfortable questions to people she has just met, and also has a tendency to look people up and down as in a way to judge them through appearance.
Positive Traits: Brave and usually fearless to most things, except the undead as she has a phobia of them and is usually very disturbed or even terrified when near them which isnt helpful due to the Draugr apocalypse which had plagued Skyrim.
Negative Traits: Phobia of the undead, can make very offensive comments without meaning to and can also be extremely arrogant and stubborn in bad situations.
Likes: Sex, flirting, singing, praying and skooma
Dislikes/Hates: Undead, not being able to sleep and loud noises.
Fears: Undead and being persuaded with no way out.
Aspirations: To be considered a hero to at least one person.
Appearance: She has long, thick, straight, black, usually platted hair, which droops down to about waist height. She is 5'4 and is of a very skinny, nimble build, very usually for fitting in small cramped spaces. Thick bushy eye brows and deep jade colored eyes and a light pale skin tone.
Weapons/Armour: She has only two steel daggers, which she usually uses for killing animals and other people who may have food when they are sleeping, her build making it easy to sneak up on them without her victims being alerted. She wears a tavern dress mostly and has two other sets of dresses which she only wears occasionally.
Skills: She does not have many combat skills, but she is an expert in sneaking and cooking, and considers herself an adept in alchemy and a novice in one handed weapons.
History:
Horiscor started out as a young orphan living in Morrowind as her parents had died when she was very young due to an illness which has affected them both. When she was around the age of ten she began to get increasingly offensive towards the other orphans and usually caused a lot of hassle or the workers. When she was 14 she was adopted by a young couple who took her to the devilishly cold land of Skyrim and to the city of Whiterun where her new mother taught her the ways of a cook and an alchemist. She practiced cooking a lot and when she had became an expert in the art she began to work in her new fathers tavern where she cooked meals for the large amount of guests the tavern received.
Horiscor loved her job and her new family and she led a very nice life. Her adopted parents quickly came close to her heart and she happily called them father and mother as they acted like she had been their own offspring. Horiscor's father taught her to use a dagger, but fighting was never really her things, but alchemy on the other hand gave her a very big interest on the art of potions and poisons. Her life was going well and she often traveled with her mother in search of rare and extraordinary plants and herbs, for new remedies. But then the day of the Draugr came.
She first encountered a Draugr when her mother and herself were venturing inside a ruin and they came across some dead skeleton like things and then one began to move and Horiscorand her mother fled the ruin without turning back once on their way out. From that day on she was petrified even to look at a painting of the undead let alone face to face with one. She frequently had nightmares of the creatures and prayed never to see them again, but then the day came where hundreds arrived. and it was like her nightmares had come true all at once. Horiscor and her parents left the city and fled with the many numerous others and as they were fleeing Horiscor and her parents became separated and it was the last she saw of them. She then began to live in a small abandoned cave near Whiterun, and she lived off killing passing people and taking their food supplies. It was a horrible life to be living but it was necessary for her own survival.
Gender: Female
Age: 28
Race: Dumner
Sexuality: Homosexual
Affiliations: None
Afflictions: Insomnia, finds it very difficult and challenging to get to sleep and usually prays or does something lively to do over those hours she should be resting.
Habits: Has a habit of asking awkward or uncomfortable questions to people she has just met, and also has a tendency to look people up and down as in a way to judge them through appearance.
Positive Traits: Brave and usually fearless to most things, except the undead as she has a phobia of them and is usually very disturbed or even terrified when near them which isnt helpful due to the Draugr apocalypse which had plagued Skyrim.
Negative Traits: Phobia of the undead, can make very offensive comments without meaning to and can also be extremely arrogant and stubborn in bad situations.
Likes: Sex, flirting, singing, praying and skooma
Dislikes/Hates: Undead, not being able to sleep and loud noises.
Fears: Undead and being persuaded with no way out.
Aspirations: To be considered a hero to at least one person.
Appearance: She has long, thick, straight, black, usually platted hair, which droops down to about waist height. She is 5'4 and is of a very skinny, nimble build, very usually for fitting in small cramped spaces. Thick bushy eye brows and deep jade colored eyes and a light pale skin tone.
Weapons/Armour: She has only two steel daggers, which she usually uses for killing animals and other people who may have food when they are sleeping, her build making it easy to sneak up on them without her victims being alerted. She wears a tavern dress mostly and has two other sets of dresses which she only wears occasionally.
Skills: She does not have many combat skills, but she is an expert in sneaking and cooking, and considers herself an adept in alchemy and a novice in one handed weapons.
History:
Horiscor started out as a young orphan living in Morrowind as her parents had died when she was very young due to an illness which has affected them both. When she was around the age of ten she began to get increasingly offensive towards the other orphans and usually caused a lot of hassle or the workers. When she was 14 she was adopted by a young couple who took her to the devilishly cold land of Skyrim and to the city of Whiterun where her new mother taught her the ways of a cook and an alchemist. She practiced cooking a lot and when she had became an expert in the art she began to work in her new fathers tavern where she cooked meals for the large amount of guests the tavern received.
Horiscor loved her job and her new family and she led a very nice life. Her adopted parents quickly came close to her heart and she happily called them father and mother as they acted like she had been their own offspring. Horiscor's father taught her to use a dagger, but fighting was never really her things, but alchemy on the other hand gave her a very big interest on the art of potions and poisons. Her life was going well and she often traveled with her mother in search of rare and extraordinary plants and herbs, for new remedies. But then the day of the Draugr came.
She first encountered a Draugr when her mother and herself were venturing inside a ruin and they came across some dead skeleton like things and then one began to move and Horiscorand her mother fled the ruin without turning back once on their way out. From that day on she was petrified even to look at a painting of the undead let alone face to face with one. She frequently had nightmares of the creatures and prayed never to see them again, but then the day came where hundreds arrived. and it was like her nightmares had come true all at once. Horiscor and her parents left the city and fled with the many numerous others and as they were fleeing Horiscor and her parents became separated and it was the last she saw of them. She then began to live in a small abandoned cave near Whiterun, and she lived off killing passing people and taking their food supplies. It was a horrible life to be living but it was necessary for her own survival.