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Name: Areina Venastii
Age: 26
Race: Khajiit
Weapons: Two deadly Ebony blades hidden in the folds of the back of her skirt, invisible even whilst she's running.
Armor: Light, yet enchanted shin guards, light bracers, also enchanted, and an enchanted gold necklace that boosts her magick power times two, along with her light leather breastplate.
Appearance: Aneira stands out, even more so than all the other Khajiits in Skyrim. Her pale hair is weightless on her face, and her periwinkle colored eyes reflect any light. Other than the light features, her face and body are that of the cat-human hybrid Khajiit.
Personality: So, Aneira knows most of Skyrim quite well and stills travels by herself, using her skills to keep a steady flow of coin for her living. She loves all animals, even canines of all types take a liking to her. Most of the work she did while in the city was for the Jarl, helping the residents and such. He pays well for surprisingly easy jobs- and kills. Bounties are the easiest for Aneira, with her nearly impenetrable armor and powerful destruction magic, she could easily make a fortune to live her life off of in a month. Yet, she chooses to wander, an adventurer who takes her purposes in life as they come to her.
Biography: Aneira was born and raised in Skyrim. No particular place in specific, they didn't stop moving from the time she was born to the time they were killed. Aneira has been around magic all her life, and at a young age, was taught to fend for her life with fire against a frostbite spider. Terrified, her emotions had been a peak level, to the spider was singed almost immediately. After that, she studied as hard as she could in spells and enchantments of all types. At eighteen, she was helping her parents clear out bandit holds, to make the place a temporary shelter. Her whole family and life revolved around magic, and she could make any potion named by any alchemist. A few months after she turned twenty, she and her parents along with her old brother, were on a side road going in between some large rocks. Some of the holes looked dark, and just as Aneira began to suspect hostile cave inhabitants, an enormous troll dropped of a nearby ledge and attacked her mother, tearing her neck to shreds. Then the beast turned to her father brought his arm around, and it's claws connected with his face and fell to the ground. These two deaths happened so fast, Aneira had only just begun charging up a fire storm spell the the troll turned to her, then lunged at her brother, who was beside her, and the second the beast was within her range, Aneira brought the charged ball of fire down on the ground with a thunderous clap. Flames shot up all around her, and she heard the troll grunt as it took its last breath and died. As the fire started to diminish, The Khajiit turned to her brother, and realized she had burnt all his fur and flesh off one side of his body. Sobbing, Aneira did all she could: cast frost spells on the wounds to numb them, so he didn't feel as much pain as he died.
To any observer, it would have seemed life for Aneira went on just as normal after she had buried her parents. She continued her lifelong trek across Skyrim. She just seemed to take more of an interest in troll's heads.
At one point on her journey, she had gone to a gave east of Morthal on orders for the Jarl to clear out some "bandits." Turned out, they were bandits that had been possessed by a powerful vampire. The enemies weren't a challenge for her, but the part that interested her was the gld chain on the vampire's neck. She took it off and adorned it, and realized she was even more powerful than she probably should be.
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