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Username: Papa Final Faux Pas

Character Name: Hakon Vermundr

Race: Nord
+10 Strength and Endurance
-10 Intelligence, Willpower, and Personality
+10 Blade, Blunt, and Heavy Armor
+5 Armorer, Block, and Restoration
Nordic Frost- 50 Points of Frost Damage, Touch, Once per Day
Woad- Shield, 30%, Self, 60 Seconds, Once per Day
Nord Frost Immunity- Resist Frost, 50%, Self, Constant

Birth Sign: Atronach
Fortify Magicka 150 points on Self
Spell Absorption 50% on Self
Stunted Magicka Self

Class: Companion
Specialization: Combat
Attributes: Strength, Endurance
Skills:
Journeyman Blade
Apprentice Heavy Armor
Apprentice Block
Apprentice Armorer
Novice Athletics
Journeyman Alteration
Novice Restoration


Age: 28

Gender: Male

Gender Preference: Female

Guild Affiliation(s):
Fighters Guild-Associate, Apprentice;
Arena- Pit Dog
Mages Guild-Associate

Character Armor: Full set of Iron Armor but his shield is made of Steel.

Character Weapon(s): Steel Longsword

Character Bio:Hakon had relatively humble beginnings back in his home in Skyrim. His father was a trader and often spent many months at sea visiting cities on the coasts of Tamriel. Therefore, he spent most of his time with his mother, a smith by trade and a warrior by nature. It was through her that he learned how to defend himself and from the cold winters of Skyrim that he learned how to survive. It was during one winter that the settlement Hakon and his family lived in came under attack from Giants for reasons that have never been revealed to him. The settlement was too small to afford a proper guard so the underprepared citizens had little chance to defend themselves. Hakon’s mother managed to hold off one of the Giants long enough for Hakon to make it to the cellar before she was crushed and their house set aflame. It took two days for a patrol to randomly stumble upon the ruined settlement, finding Hakon and only a handful of other survivors. Believing he was orphaned, as his father had yet to return from a trading expedition nearly a year ago, the then ten-year-old Hakon was taken to Whiterun.

It was there that he found out that the men in the patrol were part of The Companions guild, the Skyrim equivalent of the Fighters Guild. They took him in once they received approval and from there Hakon lived as something akin to a squire. He would clean and repair their weapons, fix their armor, and other mundane tasks as he slowly readjusted to his new life. It was not an easy task, to forget and move on from what happened, but eventually it made him stronger for it. In their spare time, a few of the Companions would train him. In time, they even paid him for some tasks and by the time he was twenty he had saved up enough money to become independent. Though he had never technically joined the Companions or had done any missions for them, it was a small measure of remorse that he left them to pursue his own objectives. In all of the years since his home had been attacked he had wondered where his father had been and if he was even alive. More importantly, if he was still alive then why did he not come looking for him?

He first set out to Haafingar, one of the chief ports in Skyrim, to find any trace of his father. After finding no trace of his father or the ship he sailed on, he took up a job as a guard on a merchant ship to continue his search across the other port cities of Tamriel. Repeatedly he found nothing to support that his father existed, let alone if he was alive or had been killed in a raid. More often than not he found trouble instead of answers, from typical thugs that would attempt to steal the cargo he guarded to pirates on the seas. In just a few years, he gained a reputation for his loyalty to his employers and his ability to fight to his last breath rather than succumbing to bribes or multiple opponents. When he no longer believed he could find his father, Hakon started taking up different offers as a mercenary or bodyguard depending on the situation.

Hakon would later travel to Cyrodiil after the gates of Oblivion caused massive discourse in the country. He sees it as an opportunity to test the skills he has honed over the years and to do some good for the citizens of the country. One of the first things he did was join the Fighters Guild in order to have steady pay and to supplement the dwindled guard force. Other than that he is open for hire, so long as the job is within his morals, and will occasionally go about adventuring when the Guild has nothing for him to do.


Appearance:
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 230 lbs

Years at sea and abroad have tanned his once pale skin and lightened his shoulder length hair. As far as Nords go, he is fairly typical in regards to height and strength. In particular, after so much time hefting around shields and wearing heavy armor Hakon has become something akin to a wall of northern brawn. As he usually wears a helmet of some kind, most people rarely see his bright green eyes and those that do are either lovers or soon-to-be-deceased enemies, and on one odd occasion…both. He rarely wears anything outside of armor and on the few cases he has to look formal he simply throws on a cape of Nordic styling over his armor.

Username: EduardoMahl

Character Name: Quierst-Lashker (Quiet-Lurker)

Race: Argonian
+10 Agility and Speed
-10 Willpower, Endurance, and Personality
Disease Resistance ability - 75% on Self, constant
Poison Immunity ability - 100% on Self, constant
Water Breathing ability - Self, constant

Birth Sign: The Shadow
Moonshadow - Invisibility 60 seconds on Self, once per day.

Class: Assassin

Skills:
Acrobatics - Apprentice
Alchemy - Novice
Blade - Journeyman
Light Armor - Apprentice
Marksman - Novice
Security - Journeyman (Bonus)
Sneak - Journeyman

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Gender Preference: Female

Guild Affiliation(s):
(Dark Brotherhood) - Slayer -- Rank 2
(The Arena) - Pit Dog -- Rank 1

Character Armor: Full Leather armor set.

Character Weapon(s): Steel longsword.

Character Bio: (WORKING ON IT)

Appearance:
Height: 6' 5"
Weight 225 lbs

Lashker had a dark-red colored scaled skin which is covered by black dark skin in some points. On his head, only a big fin can be seen starting in right after the forehead and ends on the cervix.

Username:

I was a killer, was the best they'd ever seen

Dee -- Lamour Interdit

Character Name:

I'd steal your heart before you ever heard a thing

Amantae Tyruun

Race:

I'm an assassin and I had a job to do

Bosmer
+10 Agility and Speed
-10 Strength, Willpower, and Endurance
+10 Alchemy, Marksman, and Sneak
+5 Acrobatics, Alteration, and Light Armor
Beast Tongue greater power: Command Creature up to level 5 (20 points) for 60 seconds on Target, once per day
Wood Elf Disease Resistance ability: Resist Disease 75% on Self, constant


Birth Sign:

Little did I know that girl was an assassin too

Thief

Profiting from the losses of others is their love. Able to be swift in shadow, and crafty in bartering. Locks are enemies, and lock-picks are their swords.

Specialization: Stealth
Attributes: Agility, Speed
Skills:
Acrobatics
Light Armor
Marksman
Mercantile
Security
Sneak
Speechcraft


Class:

Suddenly I'm in over my head and I can hardly breathe

Lover
Lover's Kiss greater power: Paralyze 10 seconds on Touch and Damage Fatigue 120 points on Self, once per day

In-Game Description: Use the Lover's Kiss power once a day to Paralyze an opponent for 10 seconds at the cost of 120 points of Fatigue.
Load Screen Description: Those born under the sign of The Lover can paralyze others with a kiss.
Emperor's Commentary: "Today the Lover shall sweeten your journey as you confront your fate."

Age:

Suddenly I'm floating over her bed and I feel everything

27

Gender:

Suddenly I know exactly what I did, but I can not move a thing

Female

Gender Preference:

And suddenly I know exactly what I've done

Men.

Although she sees the absolutely astounding beauty
that is the female race, she may look in the mirror too much, Amantae prefers
men when it comes to partners because, deep down, wants to settle down.
Not for a while yet though, there is still adventure to be had whilst she's
young!


Guild Affiliation(s):

And what it's gonna mean to me, mean to me

Dark Brotherhood: Slayer

Although, should you happen to meet Amantae in
Valenwood's faction, you will find that she has scaled to the rank of Speaker
over there. However, since she was exiled from the land, Amantae has lost
her high ranked title and was forced to start new in Cyrodiil.
Theives Guild:Footpad


Character Armor:

I'm gone

Shrouded Armor

Shrouded Boots

Shrouded Cowl (Maskless)

Shrouded Gloves

Character Weapon(s):

Lyric

Fine Iron Bow
.

Character Bio:

She's an assassin

In Valenwood there resides a small city, no bigger than the Skyrim hold of Dawnstar, under the name of Greenheart. The province of Greenheart is the home to many of the bosmer race, few other species dare to set foot in any province of Valenwood, and, notably to our tale, the Dreii household.

Livius Dreii was of the middle class, which counted for little in their society. You see, the poor begged on the streets and anybody with any coin worked, rich or not. The Dreiis owned a grand general store that bought and sold anything and everything that passed through, which lead to the meeting of many adventurers who had embarked upon places and objects of grandeur.

An adventurer, much like the heroes that our bards sing of, was passing through the town, wooing the female population as he went. He bought the finest armor from the local blacksmith, the most elegant bows from the flecher and, finally, found himself in the little Dreii general store out to buy potions.

Unlike in most stories such as this, it was definitely not love at first sight. In fact, Livius displayed some unruly hatred for Nereii Tyruun, the man who presented himself before her, as she knew his type. As I've already said, Greenheart was no stranger to adventurers out to seek their fortune. Livius had seen so many 'charmers', or so they liked to call themselves, embark upon her home and believe that they could woo her with treasures of the world. She lived and worked in a general store for goodness sake! Such treasures had lost meaning to her and were little more than new items of interest in her father's store. So, when Nereii produced the left eye of the falmer, yes the real thing before it was returned once more to its rightful place, the item was forced back in his face with a look of disgust. But Tyruun was stubborn and more determined than any other who had tried to pull Livius into their bed. He continued to travel Tamriel, bringing back treasures from every area within the realms. But it seemed that nothing would woo the young maiden of Greenheart. Until one day, when Nereii brought a bouquet of red and blue mountain flowers to Livius' doorstep.

The bosmer accepted this and, merely months later, the pair were happily wed. Ten months past their wedding eve, a baby girl was born in the little town of Greenheart that the Tyruuns called home. And the babe's name? Amantae, named so as it meant deadly beauty- a description that she would not fail to live up to.

Amantae's childhood wasn't out of the norm, for a bosmer at least. The ceremonial cannibalism, which she would of preferred to be without, wasn't something seen in many, if any, other cultures but in Valenwood it was law. Training with her father's black long bow, which he had acquired from his bandit encounters back in Cyrodiil, was what she spent most of her days doing. However, Amantae's life as an ordinary teenager was brought to a immediate halt at the age of fifteen when her aunt, who was taking the young bosmer to the moving city of Silvenar on a trip, was murdered with an arrow through the head. As Miss Tyruun was traveling via carriage alongside her aunt, it goes without saying that she witnessed the murder. Minutes later, another arrow was fired that pulled her vehicle off it's hinges, pushing Amantae on to safe ground, and plummeting the vehicle down a nearby cliff.

It wasn't the loss of her aunt that changed her life, for that would be too sappy to such a girl, but rather the events that followed. After being torn from her carriage, Amantae Tyruun was left injured at the side of the cobble path. Her body worn and throbbing with pain, she could do nothing to escape what psycho that had murdered her aunt in cold blood. However, her mind was quickly changed about escaping. A shaded figure drew closer to the beat bosmer, its figure frail but nimble with sharp features scrawled across its face. Although she was scared, Amantae looked up to the monster before her to find a rather beautiful and innocent looking dunmer towering over herself. The woman wore a set of leather armor, which had distinct crimson leather patches sewn across it, and a mask less cowl. In her left hand, a jagged dagger rest, clutched tightly, and upon her back an ebony bow. "Who are you?" Amantae asked, her voice hoarse with pain. The figure began to approach closer, until she stood over the teenager. And then came only blackness.

The sound of clashing water crashed against her eardrums, the noise bringing her from her deep slumber. Rocky caverns were scattered around her, their tones a mixture of colors crawling across the rainbow, with a slightly noticeable tinge of crimson smeared across them. Screams, some frail and hoarse, echoed through the dimly lit cavern before it came apparent to the young tree sap girl, as the bosmer have been known to call themselves, where she had been laid out. The five Tennants, which were strung directly across from her, were shaded by the shaded figure before her. "Dark mother, dark mother, come unto me. For the sins of the unworthy must be baptized in blood and fear," Amantae heard, the voice stalking from the shadows as it went. "You, girl, have witnessed a murder by one of our own . But, alas, she did not see to your death," the figure hissed as it came closer. "So we, or to be more specific you, have a little choice to make. Life, or death." It was then that Amantae noticed three hooded figures restrained to chairs, much like herself. "We, my child, are the dark brotherhood. We are the prophets of Sithis! And we propose a choice," the shadow paused, taking the jagged ebony knife from its back and thrusting it towards the hooded figures as it stalked closer. " You present opportunity for new life in our sanctuary, and so we ask you; do you wish for life. Do you wish for life, in servitude to Sithis and the night mother? To carry out assassinations in the night mother's name? I want you to find out which of these three holds a contract and, wen you figure out which, I wish for you to slit their throat. Or," the figure took the knife from the three constrained figures and pointed towards Amantae, bringing the knife almost to her skin." Or will you defy Sithis' wish and forbid yourself from carrying out these much needed executions? To die by the night mother's hand here, in her holy place or worship?" Amantae felt the figure's harsh breath almost cut through her skin, the fear it emitted piercing through her moral as the knife that it held.

"I. I accept your offer speaker. A contract bound by," Amantae took a deep breath in, the ideas of murder circling around her head like a lost puppy attempting to find its morose master."Bound by blood, my speaker." And with this, Amantae was unbound from her bindings and left to chose and murder the one she believed to be held by contract, successfully entering herself in to the servitude of the dark brotherhood. To this day, only the shaded speaker knows who all three bound victims were; the assassin that merely knocked her out, the aunt that had not fully found peace and the son of Valenwood's emperor. Each was with contract and, without fail, each found their death by the dark brotherhood's hands.

Seven years later and we find Miss Tyruun at the status of speaker in her dark brotherhood sanctuary. Amantae was upon her final quest, under the name of speaker, as with this quest, Amantae was to become Valenwood Sanctuary's new leader. Then the contract would be no easy task? Of course not, this contract was to bind her to a role more important than anything she had ever done in her life! The target? The great son of Uriel Septim; Geldall Septim. You can ask any Tamriel history book to find that the assassination, although her name is left from the books as she was never fully identified, did indeed take place, however it was a mythic dawn agent that took the final plunge. The Emperors' son lay in his bed, asleep and without fear, when two agents of different cults silently infiltrated the room. "Here to protect or destroy?" the agent across from her hissed.

"Destroy," she uttered as she began to close in on the emperor. But, in a mere moment, the the glory of taking the emperor's life was given to the agent of the mythic dawn.

"You witnessed this murder and will not claim it your own, Sithis worshipper. You will leave Valenwood and never return to your sanctuary." The cultist almost clawed through the elf as he sniped his legacy. " You will be claimed dead in action, or you will be killed in action." Amantae was no idiot, as she had previously shown in her contract with the dark brotherhood. With a final nod, Miss Tyruun was gone from Valenwood, destined for Cyrodiil where she would find sanctuary in the dark brotherhood faction there - should they allow her within its walls.

True to her word, Amantae kept from re-entering Valenwood's walls for the next five years, only to be shunned by the dark brotherhood in Cyrodiil. And so, Amantae joined the thieves guild faction under the detested grey fox. There she learned under the rule of these thieves, doing what she could to better herself so she were to become the winner in her next major battle. But, just a mere three years after being rejected from the dark brotherhood, Amantae was given a second chance to join, allowing her to partake in a murdering task that she did gladly win.

So here she stands, her fingers crossed behind her back constantly and without a single lash of regret for who she is and what she's done. Amantae is, as she always was, a very spur of the moment person and does what it takes to live on this earth. She holds no-one dear, mainly so that others will do the same for her. Trusting an assassin, at best, is a weak move but to trust a killer such as Amantae is a danger. Given the choice, miss Tyruun will choose her live over anyone else's every time. No amount of wooing, paying or begging will ever change that.


Appearance:

She's an assassin and she had a job to do

Username: zalrea

Character Name: Camille Roan

Race: Breton

Birth Sign: The Mage

Class: Healer
(Restoration journeyman, Illusion novice, Marksman apprentice, Security novice, Sneak apprentice, Conjuration apprentice [racial bonus], Alchemy novice)

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Gender Preference: Bisexual (preference for men)

Guild Affiliation(s): Mage’s guild: Apprentice

Character Armor: None.
She wears her mage’s robes almost all the time. Also has a black and burgundy dress for special occasions (like parties or meeting with someone important).

Character Weapon(s): Steel Bow, Steel Arrows

Character Bio:After her birth in High Rock, Camille turned out to be a very sickly child. In a few years, her sickness seemed to disappear, which meant her parents could begin traveling again. Camille grew up mostly in Skingrad with her mother’s close friend Tamika, who had Camille helping out by working in the fields and picking grapes for her famous wines. Her parents traveled so much that she practically lived in Skingrad for most of her life. She later joined the Mage’s guild there and moved in with them.
Then the oblivion crisis took her parents’ lives in Kvatch on the very night it had all started. On her own, she seemingly handled their deaths rather well, even if she was dying to cry out on the inside. Instead, she decided to focus on her studies in the restoration school. So, to further her abilities, she moved to the Arcane University in the Imperial City.

Appearance: Long Brown hair, about halfway down her back, but she usually keeps it in a high ponytail. She stands at 5’ 6” tall with soft green eyes and pale skin. Her body is rather thin and she has a pretty face, although she woud disagree with anyone who says so.

Username: Ilumus Archine

Character Name: Zephyr Sil'vraki (sill-vrrahkee)

Race: High Elf
Enhanced Magicka: Fortify Magicka 100 points constant.
Disease Resistance: Disease resistance 75% constant.
Elemental Weakness: 25% weakness to fire, frost, shock.

Birth Sign: Ritual - Turn Undead up to level 25 (100 points) for 30 seconds on target, multiple times per day at a cost of 40 Magicka.
Restore Health 200 points on Self, once per day.

Class: Soul Reaver
Specialization: Magic
Attributes: Willpower & Int
Racial Bonuses: Intelligence
Racial Penalties: Strength, Speed, Weakness to fire, frost, shock.
Racial Bonuses: (Major) Destruction, Alteration and Mysticism. (Minor) Alchemy, Conjuration, Illusion
Skills and Spellcraft:
Restoration: Journeyman
Mysticism: Novice
Illusion:* Apprentice (racial bonus*)
Sneak: Journeyman
Hand to Hand: Journeyman
Speachcraft: Novice
Athletics: Novice

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Gender Preference: Heterosexual

Guild Affiliation(s):Dark Brotherhood (Slayer) and Mages Guild (Associate)

Character Armor: Zephyr doesn't like the weight of armor, he hates how it slows him down and makes him feel weak having to depend on an object instead of his own abilities.

Character Weapon(s): Zephyr loves using his hands as weapons, it gives him a sense of power whether it's draining the life from one person or pounding their head in. He carries no weapons, some may think it's to make himself appear vulnerable to lure an unsuspecting victim.

Character Bio:
Zephyr is an intelligent young man and in the eyes of some, too intelligent. When he was a child he made a name for himself in Skyrim as the the youngest mage to ever enroll in the college there. The young caster had put some of the seniors in their place and would even tutor some of the older students during his free time.

Then the day of darkness, a senior had wipped up a potion of unknown liquid and thought it entertaining to throw it at Zephyr's face without first finding out what the contents of said potion would do. The liquid harmlessly splashed the right side of Zephyr's face. Unfortunately once the contents had dripped into his eye, he collapsed to the ground writhing in pain, holding onto his eye. Every one was in a panic and rushing to see, steam raising from the young Altmer's face. He reached out instinctively grabbing some one, draining their life to save his own. He was pulled away from the person he grabbed, but the damage was done, he had drained them dry.

He spent the next month being tended to by healers with only half of his sight. He couldn't remove his mind from the pain until the final week of said month. The pain had subsided, he could think clearly once again, but even with the bandages removed he only had half of his sight. He had a healer bring him a mirror and with his gaze fixed on what he saw, he couldn't help but smirk. The liquid had caused his eye to disintegrate leaving a hole where the eye should be. At the end of his final week with the healers he was given a small round gem, the same size as an eye. Before the young boy could thank the Archmage for his gift he was expelled for the death of one of the students.

Angered by the senior student who destroyed his life he called upon the Dark Brotherhood to kill the one responsible. Though he tried, he was too impatient to wait for the Brotherhood to meet up with him and instead went on the hunt himself. He stalked his victim until the opening was right and struck, covering the unsuspected senior's mouth preventing him from screaming. He held the mages hands together to prevent him from casting spells and drained him dry of life. By the time Zephyr had arrived back home, Lucien Lachance was there waiting for him. They sat down and spoke about what Zephyr had done. Lucien was surprised by Zephyr's intelligence and how he handled the situation, having expected him to be nothing more then a stuck up child.

By the end of their conversation, Zephyr had agreed to return with Lucien to Cyrodiil to join the Dark Brotherhood under his supervision. There he met a young Breton boy by the name of Ilumus Archine, a curious child with a somewhat tragic history. Zephyr found it fun to torment the child by moving things he had just placed or filling his head with lies. One of the very few truths he told Ilumus was that his gemed eye was magical and acted as his right eye, allowing him to see as long as it was in his head. In his short time within the guild, he almost instantly came to be known as Zephyr the "Soul Reaver".

It wasn't long before Zephyr had to flee to Elsweyr in attempts to avoid a small garrison sent for him from Skyrim. For good measure the Altmer spent a good couple of years there and needed to blend in. He aquired a job with the guard, checking to make sure their shipment of equipment made it to them all in one piece and that none of the pieces were missing. On the side, Zephyr made sure to study as much as he could and hone his skills as much as possible without exposing himself to those he worked for.

Near the end of his stay he sat at his desk, two pieces of parchment layed out flat before him, held down securely by weights. Two inkwells sat before him each with a quill, the one on the left contained ink while the one on the right contained blood. He reached out and grabbed both quills and wrote on the one on the left, his letter of resignation to the occupation of which he worked, but at the same time he wrote a letter meant for Lucien, to let him know that the "Soul Reaver" was finally coming home.

After his many years of absense, Zephyr has finally returned home to the Sanctuary and this time he plans on staying.

Appearance:

Height: 6'4"
Weight: 160lbs
Handed: Ambidextrous

❃ Username: DuskMoonFlower

❃ Character Name: Laicifitra Erolgard (lai-ci-fee-tra air-ole-guard)

❃ Race: Nord
xxAttribute Bonus: Resist Frost 50%
xxWoad: Shields 30% on self 1/day
xxNordic Frost: 50 frost damage 1/day

❃ Birth Sign: Ritual
xxBelessed Word: Turn Undead up to lvl 25 for 30 secs on target, multiple times per day for 40 Magicka
xxMara’s Gift: Restore Health 200 pts on self 1/day

❃ Class: Witchhunter
xxSpecialization: Magic
xxAttributes: Agility, Intelligence
xxSkills:
xxxJourneyman: Marksman, Conjuration
xxxApprentice: Destruction, Athletics, Alchemy
xxxNovice: Security, Mysticism

❃ Age: 18

❃ Gender: Female

❃ Gender Preference: Bisexual

❃ Guild Affiliation(s):
xxMages Guild: Apprentice
xxNecromancers Guild: Flesh Bag

❃ Character Armor:
xxMask Armor
xxA fur and feather decorated white dress hangs down Laici’s body with black tights and ruffed up grey boots. Underneath the layer of feathers is a hanging belt that holds all her herbs, gold, and other useful trinkets. Her left arm is covered in a skintight black sleeve the same pattern as her tights with a glove and bracelets. Her right arm is covered in a long roomy sleeve, no glove. Attached to the dress is a hood that can be brought up or kept down. Laici also has a mask shaped like a wolf’s face that she will often wear.

❃ Character Weapon(s):
xxA steel bow and arrow is all that she carries. She likes to travel light and depends on her magic if any other protection is needed.

❃ Character Bio:
xxLaici grew up in the small settlement Kynesgrove in Skyrim. Kynesgrove is a poor, shabby town that doesn’t take kindly to strangers. The people acted like savages compared to the nearest city Windhelm just south. They were a hunting people who gathered their income from raiding mammoths and carrying out freelance jobs. Laici’s father Bjorn, was the most powerful man in Kynesgrove. This in turn gave him the right of leadership. He always expected the most out of Laici, though she could not always provide. As her small body grew stronger her father taught her how to use the bow. No one knew of her gift to use magic, and she was afraid reveal it. Magic was looked down on in Kynesgrove with of Skyrim, only warriors were treated with respect.

xxLaici would often go on hunts in hope to gain her father’s approval. While on these hunts she would practice her sorcery. On one particular hunt that would forever affect her, Laic found a shrine to Calvicus Vile. Unknowingly she summoned him. Laici wished to become stronger in the magic arts. And Calvicus saw something he could gain out of this so he offered her a pact. He would give her enhanced magical abilities in exchange for one hundred years of servitude with this he would slow down her aging speed to a crawl. Laici being naïve to the tricks of Daedric princes accepted the pact.

xxThat day was the happiest and unknowingly worst day of her young life. She spent the whole day practicing her new abilities. She could create fire at her fingertips, summon a spectral to her side, and view the life essence of a bird flying above. It was all wonderful and gorgeous to her.

xxLaici’s hunger for adventure began to overwhelm her. It was hard to come back to Kynesgrove when out on a hunt. She was free and given a choice to do anything that her heart desired. She was never brave enough to confront her father about her wishes so she remained quiet.

xxLaici’s father came to her one day and announced that she was betrothed to one of the great warriors of the village. Laici thought the choice of her husband to be was a rotten, selfish, and terrifying man and had no desire at all to follow through with this arranged marriage. In order to escape her fate she had to run away.

xxSo she went to Windhelm in search of maps of Skyrim. The excuse of hunting was more than sufficient. The more she hunted the more her father was proud to call her one of his own. She finally got her hands on a map of Skyrim while out searching in Windhelm. She studied the map often and soon became acquainted enough with the regions of Skyrim that she would be able to make it around without much trouble. Her plan to run away started to take a turn and became somewhat of a reality. She still didn’t know where to go when it came pulling the plan together. Somewhere she would be safe, somewhere no one would ever think to look. Laici came to the conclusion that in order to successfully leave and take real adventure on she must escape the country. Cyrodiil became her destination.

xxAs the date drew closer for the wedding Laici prepared more. She was finally all ready a week before the wedding. She left in the night, leaving a note of why she had left for her parents. She sneaked out of Kynesgrove and hurried down a path outlined by stones. The night was bright with Masser and Secunda in their full glory in the sky. A few days passed traveling like this. Laici was about to turn back around now seeing how hard it really was to go on an adventure all by alone like this. That was until she ran into a Khajiit caravan. They were heading to the Jerall Mountains; it was the perfect opportunity to get to Cyrodiil safely. Laici offered to join the caravan in exchange for using her hunting skills to get food for them along the way. They consented and Laici was off to see the country she had dreamed of so often.

xxAfter arriving in Cyrodiil, Laici quickly learned about the Mage’s guild. She was intrigued by how mages were more widely accepted here than in Skyrim. She joined the guild and did all right on the quests except her judgment is not experienced and she often needs help on the quests assigned to her. Not long after being with the Mages guild did Laici encounter the Necromancer’s guild. She knew that necromancy if caught, would cast her out of the Mages guild. But she couldn’t help herself knowing that her specialty was raising and commanding the dead. So she joined, not fully thinking out what kind of costs this may leave her. Her curiosity is sure to get her into trouble in the future.


❃ Appearance:
xxLaici is short for a Nord, standing at five foot six inches. She is skinny but well-muscled, good shaped face, small hands, an upturned nose, and almost straight white teeth. Her most distinctive feature is her fiery red hair that falls just far enough to cover her breasts. Her eyes are dragon blue, a blue that is like a deep ocean with brightness like ice. Her skin is ivory with cheeks a pale pink and her lips have been kissed by a rose. On her upper left shoulder blade is a tattoo of dragon on a seal.