Wolfie
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Character Name: Labrys Endowen
Race: Breton
Class: Archery, Conjuration, Enchanting, Speech, and a bit of Lockpicking and Destruction.
Gender: Female
Looks: Labrys has light gold hair. Her face is pale for a Breton, and black warpaint is based around her eyes in a likeness of a decorative double-headed war axe's twin blades. Her eyes are a full enigmatic grey with no pupils whatsoever - they have an effect that makes them seem darker in sunlight and bright in the darkness. She always appears to be indifferent although that is hardly ever the case. Her forearms, shoulders, and torso are well-based and muscular like an archer's, odd for a female Breton, although she carries no bow and quiver with her to the common eye. She's lithe, with high cheekbones and wary, large but slightly narrow eyes that seem to be the only thing that displays her emotions, though somewhat foggily when she attempts to hide it.
Personality: Labrys is a challenging woman, always silently daring for someone to openly oppose her thoughts or actions. She loves to fight - not necessarily people, but along the likes of bandits and trolls and the such - but is impatient to learn new things in a slow manner; take for instance the fact that she'd rather learn swordplay directly rather than her swordmaster spewing enigmatic riddles - oddly like Labrys herself does - and giving her books to read. She's just not a patient person, always eager for adventure. She isn't touchy-touchy, but she does have a bit heart.
Combat Prefs: Labrys carries twin ebony daggers with her, a trophy from a battle with several thieves that she encountered when she was younger, but she hardly uses them. She's being taught by a Master Rheon about the arts of swordplay, but her heart lies in archery; although she harries not a bow nor arrow with her, she conjures a bow instead. Being practically a master conjurer, she always tends to conjure a "friend" - Familiar - to help her out in tight situations.
Misc: She tends to ask a lot of questions, interested in other's lives but reluctant to share her own life story. She was born in Shor's Stone, yet the only memory that marks that place for her was the last time she saw her father before he ran off to help with the Imperials. Ever since he left, she left home for adventure, ending up in Whiterun Hold, helping the guards fend off bandits and doing petty mercenary work. She has a hard time not doing something if someone tells her not to do it, too, although who doesn't?Character Name: Labrys Endowen
Race: Breton
Class: Archery, Conjuration, Enchanting, Speech, and a bit of Lockpicking and Destruction.
Gender: Female
Looks: Labrys has light gold hair. Her face is pale for a Breton, and black warpaint is based around her eyes in a likeness of a decorative double-headed war axe's twin blades. Her eyes are a full enigmatic grey with no pupils whatsoever - they have an effect that makes them seem darker in sunlight and bright in the darkness. She always appears to be indifferent although that is hardly ever the case. Her forearms, shoulders, and torso are well-based and muscular like an archer's, odd for a female Breton, although she carries no bow and quiver with her to the common eye. She's lithe, with high cheekbones and wary, large but slightly narrow eyes that seem to be the only thing that displays her emotions, though somewhat foggily when she attempts to hide it.
Personality: Labrys is a challenging woman, always silently daring for someone to openly oppose her thoughts or actions. She loves to fight - not necessarily people, but along the likes of bandits and trolls and the such - but is impatient to learn new things in a slow manner; take for instance the fact that she'd rather learn swordplay directly rather than her swordmaster spewing enigmatic riddles - oddly like Labrys herself does - and giving her books to read. She's just not a patient person, always eager for adventure. She isn't touchy-touchy, but she does have a bit heart.
Combat Prefs: Labrys carries twin ebony daggers with her, a trophy from a battle with several thieves that she encountered when she was younger, but she hardly uses them. She's being taught by a Master Rheon about the arts of swordplay, but her heart lies in archery; although she harries not a bow nor arrow with her, she conjures a bow instead. Being practically a master conjurer, she always tends to conjure a "friend" - Familiar - to help her out in tight situations.
Misc: She tends to ask a lot of questions, interested in other's lives but reluctant to share her own life story. She was born in Shor's Stone, yet the only memory that marks that place for her was the last time she saw her father before he ran off to help with the Imperials. Ever since he left, she left home for adventure, ending up in Whiterun Hold, helping the guards fend off bandits and doing petty mercenary work. She has a hard time not doing something if someone tells her not to do it, too, although who doesn't?
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Race: Breton
Class: Archery, Conjuration, Enchanting, Speech, and a bit of Lockpicking and Destruction.
Gender: Female
Looks: Labrys has light gold hair. Her face is pale for a Breton, and black warpaint is based around her eyes in a likeness of a decorative double-headed war axe's twin blades. Her eyes are a full enigmatic grey with no pupils whatsoever - they have an effect that makes them seem darker in sunlight and bright in the darkness. She always appears to be indifferent although that is hardly ever the case. Her forearms, shoulders, and torso are well-based and muscular like an archer's, odd for a female Breton, although she carries no bow and quiver with her to the common eye. She's lithe, with high cheekbones and wary, large but slightly narrow eyes that seem to be the only thing that displays her emotions, though somewhat foggily when she attempts to hide it.
Personality: Labrys is a challenging woman, always silently daring for someone to openly oppose her thoughts or actions. She loves to fight - not necessarily people, but along the likes of bandits and trolls and the such - but is impatient to learn new things in a slow manner; take for instance the fact that she'd rather learn swordplay directly rather than her swordmaster spewing enigmatic riddles - oddly like Labrys herself does - and giving her books to read. She's just not a patient person, always eager for adventure. She isn't touchy-touchy, but she does have a bit heart.
Combat Prefs: Labrys carries twin ebony daggers with her, a trophy from a battle with several thieves that she encountered when she was younger, but she hardly uses them. She's being taught by a Master Rheon about the arts of swordplay, but her heart lies in archery; although she harries not a bow nor arrow with her, she conjures a bow instead. Being practically a master conjurer, she always tends to conjure a "friend" - Familiar - to help her out in tight situations.
Misc: She tends to ask a lot of questions, interested in other's lives but reluctant to share her own life story. She was born in Shor's Stone, yet the only memory that marks that place for her was the last time she saw her father before he ran off to help with the Imperials. Ever since he left, she left home for adventure, ending up in Whiterun Hold, helping the guards fend off bandits and doing petty mercenary work. She has a hard time not doing something if someone tells her not to do it, too, although who doesn't?Character Name: Labrys Endowen
Race: Breton
Class: Archery, Conjuration, Enchanting, Speech, and a bit of Lockpicking and Destruction.
Gender: Female
Looks: Labrys has light gold hair. Her face is pale for a Breton, and black warpaint is based around her eyes in a likeness of a decorative double-headed war axe's twin blades. Her eyes are a full enigmatic grey with no pupils whatsoever - they have an effect that makes them seem darker in sunlight and bright in the darkness. She always appears to be indifferent although that is hardly ever the case. Her forearms, shoulders, and torso are well-based and muscular like an archer's, odd for a female Breton, although she carries no bow and quiver with her to the common eye. She's lithe, with high cheekbones and wary, large but slightly narrow eyes that seem to be the only thing that displays her emotions, though somewhat foggily when she attempts to hide it.
Personality: Labrys is a challenging woman, always silently daring for someone to openly oppose her thoughts or actions. She loves to fight - not necessarily people, but along the likes of bandits and trolls and the such - but is impatient to learn new things in a slow manner; take for instance the fact that she'd rather learn swordplay directly rather than her swordmaster spewing enigmatic riddles - oddly like Labrys herself does - and giving her books to read. She's just not a patient person, always eager for adventure. She isn't touchy-touchy, but she does have a bit heart.
Combat Prefs: Labrys carries twin ebony daggers with her, a trophy from a battle with several thieves that she encountered when she was younger, but she hardly uses them. She's being taught by a Master Rheon about the arts of swordplay, but her heart lies in archery; although she harries not a bow nor arrow with her, she conjures a bow instead. Being practically a master conjurer, she always tends to conjure a "friend" - Familiar - to help her out in tight situations.
Misc: She tends to ask a lot of questions, interested in other's lives but reluctant to share her own life story. She was born in Shor's Stone, yet the only memory that marks that place for her was the last time she saw her father before he ran off to help with the Imperials. Ever since he left, she left home for adventure, ending up in Whiterun Hold, helping the guards fend off bandits and doing petty mercenary work. She has a hard time not doing something if someone tells her not to do it, too, although who doesn't?
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Name:
Sarayn Rimalus, aka Sar.
Race and Age:
Dark Elf, age 24.
Class:
Rogue. See skills, below, for details. A rogue is someone adept at speech and innocent trickery, designed to worm their way out of tough situations with a few well-placed words. They prefer to stay on the sidelines and are good at maneuvering in their land, the forest, silently when it comes to(I chose this via the personality quiz; the proof is on my signature).
Skills:
Speech, Sneak, One-handed, Archery, Enchanting, and Illusion.
Appearance:
http://media.photobucket.com/image/recent/Hunkat88/516250.jpg. Sar has white hair that's a slight light greenish-tint. Her eyes are grey but also have a greenish hue to them. Her skin is light grey.
Armor:
'Raven' Helm: http://www.ljplus.ru/img/b/o/bob_basset/Bird-hem-new-6.jpg
Armor(gauntlets and boots match): http://denyaraythern.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/104340-hexenkriegerin-lederruestung-schwarz-female-witch-elf-leather-armour-black.jpg
Weaponry:
Light-colored ebony short-sword(double-wielded with twin): http://www.dfoggknives.com/images/Leafsword.jpg
Bow and arrow set: http://i.tfcdn.com/img2/zI4ywk8AY0rcwMZQXJBfVFIcn5iXEp9fWpKSn19UzJBRUlJgpa9fXl6uV5SfXpoKk9BLzs_VT04sSczJT9dPLsovLshMTkyqNDI01csqSAcA/fyVMtP8A
Personality:
Beneath a calm mask, Sar is a rather sober, sad, resentful elf that makes many friends but also many new enemies. She can be annoyingly enigmatic with her wording, and says very little, but, in that sense of being an introvert, can always mention a forgotten fact. She could be used as a thief, but her personal morals led her away from it and brought her to being a warrior-saddled rogue, instead.
History:
Sar used to live with her father, mother, and twin brother. Before the eruption of Red Mountain, she was contacted by Azura, but ignored her summons. When the Red Mountain erupted, she fled with her family but was soon departed from them. One of Azura's faithful, Aranea Ienith, found her unconscious on the border of Skyrim and nursed her back to health. When she woke and regained her full health, Sar learned that her family had disappeared and that her father had been found on the border on the bridge of death, and had died soon afterwards. She visited his grave and then swore that she would find her missing mother and brother. Now re-faithful to Azura, Sar searches constantly for her family and any other survivors of the eruption that she may know. This is the reason why she has a stash of hidden sadness and anger inside of herself; she has learned how to hide her emotions. She now lives in Windhelm and is treated like the rest of the Dark Elves there; she ignores the tauntings and tends to hang out around the Windhelm Stables. Because of Ulfric's racism towards her race and the Aldemeri Dominion, she is undecided in her allegiance in the war.
Misc:
Nothing that I can think of.
Sarayn Rimalus, aka Sar.
Race and Age:
Dark Elf, age 24.
Class:
Rogue. See skills, below, for details. A rogue is someone adept at speech and innocent trickery, designed to worm their way out of tough situations with a few well-placed words. They prefer to stay on the sidelines and are good at maneuvering in their land, the forest, silently when it comes to(I chose this via the personality quiz; the proof is on my signature).
Skills:
Speech, Sneak, One-handed, Archery, Enchanting, and Illusion.
Appearance:
http://media.photobucket.com/image/recent/Hunkat88/516250.jpg. Sar has white hair that's a slight light greenish-tint. Her eyes are grey but also have a greenish hue to them. Her skin is light grey.
Armor:
'Raven' Helm: http://www.ljplus.ru/img/b/o/bob_basset/Bird-hem-new-6.jpg
Armor(gauntlets and boots match): http://denyaraythern.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/104340-hexenkriegerin-lederruestung-schwarz-female-witch-elf-leather-armour-black.jpg
Weaponry:
Light-colored ebony short-sword(double-wielded with twin): http://www.dfoggknives.com/images/Leafsword.jpg
Bow and arrow set: http://i.tfcdn.com/img2/zI4ywk8AY0rcwMZQXJBfVFIcn5iXEp9fWpKSn19UzJBRUlJgpa9fXl6uV5SfXpoKk9BLzs_VT04sSczJT9dPLsovLshMTkyqNDI01csqSAcA/fyVMtP8A
Personality:
Beneath a calm mask, Sar is a rather sober, sad, resentful elf that makes many friends but also many new enemies. She can be annoyingly enigmatic with her wording, and says very little, but, in that sense of being an introvert, can always mention a forgotten fact. She could be used as a thief, but her personal morals led her away from it and brought her to being a warrior-saddled rogue, instead.
History:
Sar used to live with her father, mother, and twin brother. Before the eruption of Red Mountain, she was contacted by Azura, but ignored her summons. When the Red Mountain erupted, she fled with her family but was soon departed from them. One of Azura's faithful, Aranea Ienith, found her unconscious on the border of Skyrim and nursed her back to health. When she woke and regained her full health, Sar learned that her family had disappeared and that her father had been found on the border on the bridge of death, and had died soon afterwards. She visited his grave and then swore that she would find her missing mother and brother. Now re-faithful to Azura, Sar searches constantly for her family and any other survivors of the eruption that she may know. This is the reason why she has a stash of hidden sadness and anger inside of herself; she has learned how to hide her emotions. She now lives in Windhelm and is treated like the rest of the Dark Elves there; she ignores the tauntings and tends to hang out around the Windhelm Stables. Because of Ulfric's racism towards her race and the Aldemeri Dominion, she is undecided in her allegiance in the war.
Misc:
Nothing that I can think of.
