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 Posted: Thu Jan 16, 2014 12:42 am
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00.1 The Prologue
Character Name
xx Dahlia Aldwyr
Alias
xx Dust
Current Age
xx27?
Gender
xxFemale
Height
xx5'5''
Weight
xx147lbs
Faction
xxThieves Guild
Weapon
xxDuel ebony daggers
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Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2014 12:24 am
Likes
xx|| gold || jewels || sex || booze || sparring
Dislikes
xx|| downers || bad news || stuffy people || being told no || imperial legion
Personality
xxLAID BACKIt takes a lost to get under Dahlia's skin. She has a habit of being easy going to the point where some people question her motives. This glibness has its advantages, however. More people tend to underestimate her which seems to be their first mistake in her presence. That being said, Dahila is ever the fun loving wildcard who seemingly doesn't let a thing get to her.
LIBIDINOUS It is no secret that Dahlia is quite flirtatious and free with her idle time when it comes to pretty creatures of both sexes. Seductive and confident, she will use her sexual prowess to her advantage should the time come. Getting someone wrapped around her finger isn't an issue as she can be quite manipulative.
SARCASTICWhile Dahlia is indeed laid back, her sense of humor can be rather sardonic when agitated. If there is anything that chips away at her easy going attitude, is people's lack of common sense. This results in thinly veiled comments and remarks aiming to antagonize the subject of her ire.
IMPISH Dust is quite devious. She enjoys causing trouble and then watching the chaos that ensues from a distance.
CONFIDENTThere is a fine line between cockiness and confidence and Dahlia dances with that line on a daily basis. She is far from modest and will explicity explain and demostrate why she is the best damn thief around. You won't find her second guessing herself a lot, if at all.
History
xxDahlia was brought into the world in shadows of a traveling caravan that belonged to Imperial refugees. The night after she was born the caravan was attacked, her parents and their companions murdered just after passing into Hammerfell. The next morning, an infant Dahlia had been found on the ground covered in dust by elderly shepherd woman. This woman dubbed the wee babe Dust and cared for the child as long as she was able. She gave her a proper Redguard name, even tacking on her surname to boot. When she grew to be two years old, the woman was too sick and elderly to properly care for Dahlia and so she was given to the local orphanage.
Years passed and Dahlia was a spit fire. She was always getting into mischievous trouble, running around being a nuisance. There wasn't much that couldn't keep her occupied for long, but one sure fire way was telling her stories. Dahlia would listen with rapt attention, eyes wide with wonder and awe. Her imagination would get the better of her with images of Alik'r warriors and nomads invading her mind. She dreamt of the vast orange sea of sand that went for as long as her eyes could see. While other children played, she sat by the feet of their matron soaking up every detail.
By the time Dahlia was ten years old, she wanted desperately to see the Alik'r warriors from the stories she was told. Whenever they were rumored to come into town, she'd rush to the market to try and spot them. To her, they would be unmistakable; wind torn cloaks and turbans, curved swords and weathered skin. Once she a man she was pretty sure he was a warrior but matron snatched her away, back to her home. Dahlia was so preoccupied with her daydreams that she never noticed that most of the children she grew up with had been adopted. It wasn't to say this was because she was an Imperial child, but because there were rumors about her lineage.
There was a tale that an Imperal Legionnaire plotted to kill the Emperor. However, he failed and flednorth. All that was known was that he took his pregnant wife and disappeared. There was much speculation that Dahlia was his daughter and therefore and unlucky child. Instead of this truth, Dahlia concocted her own story about her parents. They were pirates on the high seas, true sons and daughters of Tamriel. Or they mysterious mages with power so great everyone was jealous! Dahlia played many scenarios through her head and nothing had them involved with something so heinous.
Eventually, Dahlia grew to be teenager inside the orphanage. Soon she would be too old and would be turned out to the world. There was some apprehension but there was also excitment. There was a whole world for her to explore, a whole world full interesting places and things. Maybe she would go to High Rock or the Summerset Isles, there was nothing to hold her back. But, as fate would have it, one of her dreams was about to come true albeit in an strange way.
A group of Alik'r warriors strode in through the gates one day. Dahlia was barely sixteen years old. She had been in the market buying some produce for the matron and there they were. The men and one woman! were covered in orange dust, much like the orange dust she was born in, and fearsome looking. The young girl was in awe and if the vendor didn't ask her a question, she wouldn't have stopped staring. Overhearing that they booked a room in the local tavern, Dahlia rushed home and delivered her purchases, only to steal out of the house once more. She would hear a great story should she play her cards right.
Dahlia was nervous but unexpectedly, her want came to fruition faster than she could have hoped. The female warrior beckoned her and even told her to sit at their table! With stars in her eyes, the young woman obliged. The woman asked about her life, her birth and her parents. Solemnly and without the imagination that she normally displayed, Dahlia told the woman that she was born of the dust and raised in the dust in the shadows of her parents deeds. Why she felt the need to be completely plain with this woman, Dahlia never knew. But the answer pleased the warriors greatly. This battle tested and weathered creatures had small tells of amusement. The twitch of the lips, a quirked brow, a slight nod of the head.
'You speak like a true Redguard, child' the woman told her. 'The dust is where we all have come and to it, we shall return.' It was in that moment that Dahlia foolishly blurted out that she wished to come with them. She wanted to see the desert, to walk in its warm, treacherous sands. Dahlia had no true home. She could not return to Cyrodiil, not while she was unable to defend herself.
Astonishingly enough, the group accepted her offer. She would come with them, train with them and fight with them. Then, when she was able to defend herself properly, they would release her from her service to seek her truth if she wished. The news of course wasn't easy to deliver to her matron but within hours Dahlia was deep inside the Alik'r desert.
Four years passed. Dahlia was trained relentlessly day and night. Her tanned skin was singed to a golden brown. She bore the scars of her battles proudly on her skin and eventually earned the right to don warpaint. Dahlia reclaimed her moniker of Dust and proudly wore it like a crown. She flourished and grew exponentially mentally and she was forever grateful to the group that gave her a chance.
By the time the Imperial girl was twenty years old, her master informed her that they were going on a trip to Cyrodiil and that she was to attend. Different emotions raged through Dahlia. But she never once doubted or feared the outcome. The journey was long and rough, but once they arrived, Dahlia was optimistic.
It wouldn't take long, however before the rumors were sent out and spread like wildfire. An Imperial girl traveling with Alik'r warriors wasn't a common site. The group went about their task with Dahlia being ever vigilant. She did however, walk proudly with her head held high. She would not be afraid nor would she be ashamed of her parent's alleged crime.
One night during their stay, a drunk and rowdy man starting spewing hateful words about her. Dahlia replied evenly and calmly, rolling her eyes with annoyance. Most times, the woman practiced great discipline but his words would soon eat away at her. When she could not take it any longer, she stood up and struck him. A fight broke loose and he pulled a blade on her. There was a scuffle that left him bleeding with a decent cut and a roar of yells and screams wanting Dahlia to be arrested for assault. Apparently her victim had served beside her father and had witnessed his crime. He cried that she had come back to assassinate him, to keep him quiet but that was not the case.
The warriors and Dahlia rushed out of the tavern. None of them would be going to jail. They told Dahlia to run for surely they would behead her for forced crime. Of course she protested but her companions urged her to flee and so she ran, all the way to the docks. She waited and waited, yet there was no sign of her friends. It wasn't until morning that she heard someone say that there was an execution at first light. Three Alik'r warriors were beheaded and that a golden Imperial woman was sought. Her heart sunk to her knees and while she wanted to avenge her friends, she knew she could not. Not at that moment. So she paid the ferryman to take her away and leave her at his last destination, somewhere far, far away from Cyrodiil; Skyrim.
It was extremely cold in Skyrim; Dahlia was not used to such weather. She quickly bought proper gear and a decent meal but she would soon find herself without much gold. While she had skills to hire herself out as a mercenary, she didn't want to draw attention to herself. Solitude was overrun with the Imperial Legion the last thing she needed was stories about a foreign woman making a name for herself. It dawned on her one night as she huddled by a small fire that she had one skill that she nearly forgotten. A skill she had learned when she was a rambunctious child; pickpocketing. Dahlia wasn't proud, but at the time she was near desperate and if she was careful, no one would suspect a thing.
She found herself with enough coin to board her in the tavern for a week and enough food to fill her bell every night. Soon the guilt wore off and the adrenaline rush of stealing kicked in. But she knew she had to move on. People were starting to talk about the string of pickpocketing and burgles running rampant through out the city so when she earned enough gold, Dahlia paid the carriage driver to take her to the opposite corner of the map; Riften.
For awhile, things were going smoothly. She was making enough gold to live comfortably but still not enough to buy a house or anything of the sort. She was surviving, not living. Though the few pretty ladies around town were quite the distraction...As with all stages of her life however, things would turn around for the better. Apparently, Imperial luck was truly a thing.
One night after committing a rather large job, she crossed paths with Brynjolf. Apparently, her thieving had caught the eye of the Thieves Guild, something she had been trying not to do. However, he offered her a spot within the guild and she humbly accepted. A chance at bigger jobs and security she hadn't had since she left Hammerfell? Why the hell not. Soon, with much ale and mead, Dahlia pushed those events out of her mind and focused purely on her new life.
Few more years would pass and eventually, through sheer will and sparkling personality, Dahlia was recommended to become guild master.
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Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2014 1:08 am
Weapon
xxtwin ebony daggers
Character Skill Set
xxWeapon Skills
Terrible with a bow, but proficient with blades.
xxMajor Skills
Sneak
Two Handed
Light Armor
Lock Picking
Speechcraft
xxRacial Skills
Voice of the Emperor: calms nearby humanoids for a short time.
Imperial Luck: anywhere gold might be found, Imperials always seem to find a few more.
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