[hider=Sevine Varg-tuk - The Huntress]
[center][h3]Sevine Varg-t’uk [i]The Huntress[/i][/h3][/center]
[center][sub]Female Nord | 26 | Lover[/sub][/center]
[h3]Basic Information:[/h3]
[indent][b]Place of Origin[/b]: Varg-t'uk Homestead, Falkreath, Skyrim

[b]Appearance[/b]: 

[hider=Sevine][img]http://orig06.deviantart.net/cd6b/f/2017/056/8/3/sevine_protrait_by_forgottenteacup-db0ctfj.png[/img][/hider]

    Sevine is a tall woman, standing in at 5’9. Every ounce of her body is lean, taunt muscles from the manual labour that comes with homesteading. With an apathetic look ever etched into her face, Sevine would normally come across as cold, and unfriendly, which isn’t the case, quite frankly. Beneath a pair of thickly, arched eyebrows, a pair of pine-needle green eyes peer out at the world in a curious, inquisitive manner, studying every detail that she can possibly comprehend; most people that encounter her sharp gaze have a tendency to cautiously side-step away from her ever-watchful eyes. She has strong sculpted cheekbones, a gently sloped nose, and coral-coloured lips that are rather plump, and give the impression of her pouting when she frowns. Her features are sharp, and none would doubt her Nordic heritage.

[b]Background[/b]:

    Born on the outskirts of Falkreath, just miles from the quaint sleepy town, in her parent’s homestead, tucked away into a mist-laden valley where towering fir trees offered places to play hide-and-seek, and in her later years, prove to be fruitful hunting grounds; Sevine enjoyed a childhood that most were not privileged to, or so she believes. They were peaceful farmers, raising cabbage, carrots, potatoes, and wheat crops; the occasional cow or bull was purchased when septims were abundant after a bountiful harvest. There were plenty of chickens to be reared and cared for, as well as the occasional new-born foal. It was Gudrun that taught Sevine her letters, and lit the flame for reading, and learning how to speak properly, it would later come in handy during her time served at war. Their family surname came from an ancient Nordic line, Varg-t'uk, which meant Wolf Tooth or Wolf Fang, where their family tomb was, known could remember. Agnar, her father, and Gudrun, her mother, were devout followers of Mara, and taught their daughter to love all, and to judge no one. They taught her that hate is the greatest weapon against man. As man will hate, so destruction will follow. 

    When Sevine was just 8 years of age, her mother passed in childbirth, giving Sevine a new little sister to look after, Liliana. The bundle of joy, turned into a precious child who looked the spitting image of their now deceased mother. Liliana had the brightest eyes, the colour of the sky itself, with fair skin, and flaxen hair; whilst Sevine was the spitting image of her father. Distraught, Agnar struggled to keep the family together, as he had to teach little Sevine how to tend to the hearth, how to feed the fire, and how to cook food. While he went out hunting, or into town for provisions, Sevine doted upon Liliana. She loved her little sister with all her heart, and as they grew together, she loved her ever more. When the three of them made a trip together into the sleepy town of Falkreath, the townspeople often asked how they were, and praised how well he had raised his daughters. Agnar was a quiet man, and preferred to keep visits to the town at a limit, only venturing in when necessary; after all, they had everything they needed at their cozy cabin.

    On her 11th birthday, Agnar presented to Sevine her first bow and quiver set. He made a makeshift target in their cabbage patch made of bound bales of hay to practice with, where she often spent hours, after her chores were finished, notching her bow with an arrow. Eventually, when her skill at the bow magnified, Agnar brought Sevine along on his hunting expeditions, enlisting the help of a close friend to watch over Liliana in the meantime. He taught her how to spot tracks, and identify them properly, be they bear, deer, wolf, or any other mammal loose in the forests. She relished in venturing far from home, and when she found time, which was practically every day, as she rose even earlier than her father to finish her chores, Sevine would disappear into the heart of the forest, improving on her tracking skills, and listening to the sounds of the forest, every twig snap, every leaf fall, was either an animal, or that of the forest itself. 

    That winter when Agnar became ill, Sevine went out into the misty, snow covered forests of Falkreath, and tracked down a young buck. It had taken her two days to locate his exact position, though she avoided starvation by munching on a pouch of dried berries she had taken with her. She did not sleep during those two days, as the weight on her shoulders to bring home food magnified with every step she took. Finally, when she found the buck she had spent arduous hours tracking, she found him in a clearing, chewing on the leaves of a snowberry bush. Without a sound, Sevine notched an arrow, and pulled back the bowstring, she slowed her rapid breaths and closed one eye, aiming for the neck. The bowstring sang with a [i]thwong[/i] as she released her arrow, and stared in amazement at the sight before her. The arrow had penetrated his neck, striking a major artery, and now lay in a pool of blood. Once she gutted, and cleaned him, she carried the buck all the way back to their homestead, the adrenaline coursing through her veins helped lighten the load on her shoulders, an impressive feat for backwoods eleven year-old girl. When she opened the door to their home, Liliana, now 3, greeted her ecstatically, dancing around her, and tugging on the buck’s antlers, singing, “Sevine brought us food! Sevine brought us food!” 

    Over the years, her bow became an extension of her arm, and she could calculate the direction of the wind, and predict where a moving target would end up when she fired her arrows. Of course she wasn’t perfect, as outside factors came into play and caused her to miss her mark, and lose an arrow on occasion. She continued hunting and over time, when she became older, and stronger, Sevine became the provider of the family, while Agnar stayed home to care for Liliana. In fact, when the time came for a trip into town, Sevine often ventured to go alone, and took their wagon cart into Falkreath, loaded with goods to sell or trade. The townspeople of Falkreath knew the Varg-t'uk's has a comely bunch, and after Gudrun's passing, a few of the shopkeepers gave her a little more than she paid for, of course, when she wasn't looking. 

    During one Rain's Hand, when Sevine reached seventeen, Agnar's horse, Ingrid, foaled a handsome colt which soon came under Sevine's care and supervision. She raised the foal herself, and settled on the name Asper. She even broke the young colt into the saddle when he came of proper age at three. Over time, Sevine and Asper became inseparable, she took him everywhere; they frequented the town in Falkreath, and it was even a common sight to see Asper and Sevine out on the trails in the forest near her home, hunting for wild game. He listened to the slight squeeze of her calves, or the soft click of her tongue. More importantly, he was a well-mannered horse, and traversed the difficult terrain of Skyrim with ease. One Sun’s Height, when Sevine turned twenty, she fell off a rocky outcropping as she was in the process of hunting a bear, and broke her leg. Hearing her cries, Asper found her, and stood over her until she awoke with enough strength to hoist herself back in the saddle. Sensing her pain, Asper took her straight home, where she was bed-ridden for several months recovering.

    Two years later, the civil war broke out in 4E 201. Agnar, and his family worried over the possible outcome of the war, would their home be destroyed? Would Agnar have to enlist? Who would become the Jarl of Falkreath? These questions were uttered around the evening hearth, with Sevine and Agnar often arguing over who was in the wrong. She felt the fire in her belly to go serve and protect their country from the Thalmor, as to her, they were the ones to blame. No one deserved to have their right of worship taken away from them, and it certainly wouldn’t be done by some prissy, piss-skinned elves. After all, the Thalmor was capturing anyone caught practicing the ways of Talos. Without hesitating, Sevine journeyed all the way to Windhelm to enlist, leaving Asper behind as Ingrid had passed. There, she pledged her oath of service to Ulfric Stormcloak and to the Rebellion. Sevine learned to use a war axe and shield during her time with the Stormcloaks, though she still relied on her longbow. She earned her nickname amongst her kin on the battlefield as, The Huntress. Any foe that came in sight that fired upon her, met an untimely death; either by her arrow, or the blade of her axe, as she hunted them down till they ceased to move. It was here, on the battlefield, did she paint her face for war, and has done so since, especially when travelling on the roads. Sevine gave a yell louder than any man’s when she fought, she was a fearsome sight to behold on the field of war, and did not shy away from the din of the battle. From her Chieftain, Ralki the Bear, she learned how hold a shield, and knows a few basic shield skills, such as Block, Ram, Bash, and Swing type maneuvers. From Leif, a bardic sailor type of man, he taught her some basic alchemy skills in which to protect herself, such as Potion of Health, Potion of Cure Disease, Potion of Stamina, and Fear Poison, Stamina Weakness Poison, and Magica Weakness Poison. Her skill in acrobatics, from traversing the rocky, tree-fallen forests of Falkreath in pursuit of a hunt, proved useful in battle, as sprinting, and travelling across various types of terrain kept her in shape. Even more so, the weight of her leather armor felt weightless during her time at war, as she often slept in it, in case of surprise attacks.

[hider=How Sevine Became The Huntress]
    One night, a surprise attack from the Imperial's awoke their camp in the early hours. The Imperial’s slaughtered the scouts on watch, preventing a warning cry to be sounded. Charging through on horseback with torches in their hands, they set fire to the tents, hoping to burn alive her squadron. She shared a tent with a Dunmer woman by the name of Kaliri, and Leif slept in the tent nearby. She escaped without dying in the flames, as the screams of those aflame awoke her from her sleep, already the bright flames ate away at her tent, filling it with smoke. Fortunately, Sevine slept in her armor, in case of circumstances like this, as she found herself confused, and disoriented by the commotion, an Imperial man on foot rushed her, giving a fearsome war cry, paralyzed with fear, she didn’t have the chance to reach for her axe, nor her bow. He knocked her down, and sliced deep into her hip, as she rolled away in pain, he went to hack off her leg, his sword blade grazed her calf. Slowly losing consciousness the Imperial proceeded to spit on her, cursing at her with degrading insults, as he kicked her around, his steel boots bruising her, and cracking her ribs, Sevine thought it would be the end for her when he set his boot on her throat, trying to crush her windpipe in. She lost consciousness as black enveloped her, the next time she woke up, Leif sat next to her, carefully stitching up her wounds she had sustained. He told her the blade the Imperial wielded, had been tainted with poison, and that while he administered a cure for it, he had no idea the effects it would have on her body. For the next few days, she drifted in and out of consciousness, and dreamt of dark things, things that haunted her, that tormented her; all she remembers of her feverish dreams were of that Imperial's face, his eyes staring down at her, the sensation that she couldn't breathe filled her, and the constant scene of his boot slowly choking her over, and over, the weight of his boots often forcing her awake from a coughing fit. She wandered in and out of her dreams, for a week, to her, it felt like one endless nightmare.
 
    When she recovered, she burned with vengeance. All she could envision, was the suffering of that Imperial, while Leif tried to restrain her, she finally told him that she had to set the balance. He let her go without another word, without even questioning where she was going. If anyone asked, she forced him to promise her that he wouldn’t say a word that she had left. She snuck out of camp, and tracked him down like the animal he was, it took her two weeks to find him. After the attack, the Imperials had moved their camp to a different location, close enough to spy on their camp, but far enough out of the way for them not to find their camp. She waited like a bird of carrion, hiding in the underbrush, three days passed until she discovered that man, how could she forget his voice? That night she waited again for him to leave the safety of his camp, and when he did, she caught him with his pants down in the midst of relieving himself. She struck him with a head-shot, an arrow straight through the eye. With that, she left him for dead as she slipped away into the darkness without a sound. She went back to her camp, and waited for their squadron to move. By the time word got out, for they had found her arrow, while the Imperial’s didn’t know who killed their officer, her company knew. She dyed her feathers green, for natural camouflage. While her squadron rejoiced, and congratulated her for slaying the Imperial officer, to Sevine, he was just a man. A man that she murdered in cold-blood. 

    After that, Sevine became known as [i]The Huntress[/i] to the Stormcloak’s, and even those she did not know, when her company swapped out soldiers, or crossed patrolling paths, they would say, “Hail Huntress!” and clasp her on the back. Revenge always feels good, at first, but during the course of the war, and after it ended, Sevine found herself dreaming about the Imperial officer she had slain, his hollow eyes felt as if they were staring right into her soul. She would wake from her sleep slick with sweat, and limbs trembling. While it is an honor to have a name in Nord culture, Sevine regrets her given title, though she does not openly admit it, as it is a matter of pride. [/hider]

    After the war, Sevine returned home to find that her father passed away days before her return, and Liliana, now 18, had just married a local boy from Falkreath by the name of Lodjolf Thorn-Raker. She lived with them for a year at their homestead, before she decided that moving into Falkreath would be proper. There, she rented a room on a monthly basis, working to earn her keep by cutting firewood, or running small errands for the townspeople. She found time to speak to her friend, Edith Bright-Wings on a daily basis, and became close over time. When word of the Forsworn increasing their attacks on travelers reached her ears, Sevine brushed it off, the group of natives were wild men and women, believing in ancient, bloody magic, that most of Skyrim looked down upon.

    Now, the 26th of Midyear had come about, Sevine, 26, had received a letter from a courier, bearing information for her to join others contracted at a camp in the reach, between Markarth and Karthwasten. From the looks of it, the Dragonborn, or “Thur” as he was known, was contracting people to join the fight against the Forsworn. To Sevine, whether the cause was noble or not, she still ached for the excitement of war, to notch her bow with an arrow, to cleave an enemies head off, while their blood covered her; more importantly, to find purpose in her life once again. She had journeyed on horseback to the encampment, with Asper in tow.

[b]Personality[/b]:
    Sevine is a genuine woman, with a kind heart. She is a seasoned warrior after serving in the civil war in Skyrim. Sevine respects all races in Nirn, as she follows the beliefs of Mara, to love another like one does for themselves. However, Sevine despises sexism, especially those who believe that women are good for just bearing children, and have no business on the battlefield. She is quick-tempered, and has no problem putting people in their place. After serving in the war, Sevine tries to set the balance in an off-scaled world, as she sees complications in many areas. 

    Sevine can come across as stoic, yet this is simply due to the harsh life as a soldier, as she learned to keep her mouth shut and listen. She is more observant, as her eyes are trained from constant use of her bow. Underneath her armor and war paint, is a woman with a friendly spirit. She has no problem striking up a conversation with anyone, as she likes all to feel welcome, and comfortable in her presence. Sevine would even go as far as to sharing her own food with the hungry beggars or anyone else in need. She enjoys being of help, and doesn't mind volunteering for tasks, as someone will eventually be assigned. Having an open mind has granted her an easy-going personality, allowing her to focus on the goodness in a person, rather than on their faults, she finds making friends easier now, than she has before. She stands at a crossroads in her life at this point in time, unsure of where she is headed in her life, whether she wants to keep fighting or settle down is unbeknownst to her now. 


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[h3]Capabilities:[/h3]
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[b]Skills[/b]: 

Marksman – Expert 

One-Handed Blade – Adept 

Shield – Adept 

Light Armor – Adept 

Athletics – Apprentice 

Speech – Apprentice 

Sneak – Novice 

Alchemy – Novice 

Acrobatics – Novice 

[b]Weaknesses[/b]:

[i][b]Sympathy towards Women and Children[/b][/i] (Sevine is sympathetic towards women of all ages, as she is one herself, and towards children, as she helped raised her own little sister when her mother passed. In times of war, Sevine is against killing the innocent and helpless, and may find it hard to do so if ordered.)

[i][b]Magical Incompetence[/b][/i] (Sevine lacks any capability to wield magic, then again, she’s never tried to learn.)

[b][i]Hot-Headed[/i][/b]- Sevine has a fiery temper, that even though she has tried to control it as best as she can, she can often lash out, or act irrationally without meaning to. Especially when it comes to things that she is passionate about, such as fairness, equality amongst the sexes, and races (she believes all should be treated equal, women, men, Mer, and Beast alike.), and any harm, or endangerment of women or children.


[i][b]Fear of Being Buried Alive, Drowning and Suffocating[/b][/i] (An unexplained fear, though quite natural in reality, Sevine is terrified of the thought of being buried alive, as such, she does not do much cave diving. She is also afraid of drowning, and is careful not to swim in areas with dangerous currents; she is also careful not to swim where she can’t reach the bottom. Sevine is afraid of suffocating, this comes with being buried alive, and drowning, as she can’t breathe in any situation.)



[b]Relations and Affiliations[/b]:
- Chieftain Ralki the Bear - {Chieftain of her division during the Civil War.}

- Gudrun Varg-t'uk - [color=red]Deceased[/color]. {Sevine's Mother.}

- Agnar Varg-t'uk - [color=red]Deceased[/color]. {Sevine's Father.}

- Liliana Thorn-Raker - {Sevine's only sibling, and little sister.}

- Lodjolf Thorn-Raker - {Sevine's brother-in-law: Liliana's husband.}

- Edith Bright-Wings - {Childhood friends.}
 
- Leif Raven-Stone – {Taught Sevine what little Alchemy she knows. Battle Comrade from the Civil War.}





[hider=Opinions]
[b]Jorwen Red-Bear[/b] ~ "[i]I've known him since the war when our patrols crossed paths to relay information. He is an honorable Nord, with a loving wife, and...fearsome daughter.[/i]"

[b]Solveig[/b] ~ "[i]Even though we only shared a few rounds of mead at Candlehearth Hall, I can see the similarities between Jorwen and her. Both are fierce, and she is surprisingly beautiful.[/i]"

[b]Sadri Beleth[/b] ~ "[i] So, as he showed himself in the cave, Sadri is a skilled warrior, and while I must hide my broken pride for being bested in a sport of a mock duel, he is most gentlemanly. He has my respect.[/i]"

[b]Rozalia Eathiel[/b] ~ "[i]My dear friend. She has a shady past, but as Mara teaches me, I will not hold this against her. Everyone deserves second chances. I hope she has learned her lesson in recklessness, and will not pursue such dangerous endeavours within the company of Sagax; together, those two are like two juveniles stealing sweetrolls from the baker.[/i]"

[B]Rhasha'Dar[/b] ~ "[i]Of all members of the company, Rhasha is one I can count on along with Do’Karth, Roze, Sagax, and Tsleeixth.[/i]"

[b]Keegan Vasque[/b] ~ "[i]He is like most Altmers, though at the same time, he is not. He can be reckless in battle. I thought that Spriggan had him then.[/i]"

[b]Leif Raven-Stone[/b] ~ "[i]Leif. He is kind. He is annoying. He has saved my life countless times in the war, but now I have had enough. I know not why he acts the way he does, but I have little patience for him.[/i]"

[b]Sagax Speculatus[/b] ~ "[i]Riding chaurus like freshly broken steeds is no way to live one's life. He is just as bad as Roze. Yet, he is my friend as well. I will see to it that nothing ill befalls him, which may prove to be a daunting task...[/i]"

[b]Tsleeixth[/b] ~ "[i]For an Argonian, Tsleeixth is not as stubborn, nor irrational like his fellow kin. He keeps to himself, and while we have shared many drinks in the inn at Windhelm, I still do not know him as much as I would like to.[/i]"

[b]Do’karth[/b] ~ "[i]My love. He is everything to me. Without him, I am lost. He is a brilliant light in these dark times.[/i]"

[b]Marcel Gawain[/b] ~ "[i]While he still has an aura that makes me uncomfortable, I am impressed with his prowess he displayed in battle..[/i]"

[b]Elmera Sarandas[/b] ~ "[i]There is something about this Dunmer woman... I can tell by her demeanor that she has many experiences in life. As to what that is, I cannot say. Although, I do feel strangely comfortable in her presence.[/i]"


[b]Vurwe Highorin[/b] ~ “[i]I thought she had left for good.[/i]”

[b]Raleyn Giordano[/b] ~ “[i]Why would a bard join our company? I hope she doesn't end up dead. On a brighter note, maybe Leif and her will become fast friends?[/i]


[b]Daixanos[/b] ~ “[i]Dax, as he prefers to be addressed, has proven to be just as fine of a scout as me, his tracking skills are quite impressive.[/i]”

[b]Valen Alveul[/b] ~ TBD

[b]Niernen Venim[/b] ~ TBD

[b]Bharzak gra-Sharad[/b] ~ “I’m not quite sure what to think of her. I’m a bit suspicious under the circumstances of how she came to us.”

[b]Fulrog gro-Bash[/b] ~ “It was unfortunate as to how he died.”

[b]Piper Speculatus[/b] ~ "I have heard only what Sagax has said of his sister, and it seems, as her name alludes, that she is quite a fiery woman. I pray that I chance a meeting with her."
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[b]Spells[/b]: 
{None}

[b]Combat Style[/b]:
    
    When engaging in combat, Sevine is more often to string up her bow first, and attempt to bring down her enemy with an arrow to the head or chest. If quarters are close, she will bring out her war axe, and hack anything that crosses her path like a madwoman. In truth, Sevine experiences almost a blood-lust, or more rather an extreme rush of adrenaline that puts her into survival mode. She is fearless in combat, and there are two options available in battle only, victory, or death. She would rather choose to die than flee like a coward.

[b]Other Capabilities[/b]: 
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Hunting
Fishing
Gardening
Sewing

[h3]Inventory:[/h3]
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[b]Cash[/b]: 109 Septims (kept inside her coinpurse, normally worn on her belt.)

[b]Keys and Lockpicks[/b]: 
x4 Lockpicks

x1 Key to Varg-t'uk Homestead


[b]Clothing and Armor[/b]:

x1 Green Linen Dress 

x1 Leather Armour 

x1 Chitlin Shield

x1 Leather Bracers 

x1 Leather Boots 

x1 Red Tunic 

x1 Black Belt

x1 Leather Trousers 


[b]Weapon and Ammunition[/b]:

x1 Longbow 

x14 Steel Arrows 

[b]Potion and Arcane Supplies[/b]:

x1 Potion of Cure Poison (Carried in her leather rucksack, inside her wooden box for safe keeping.)

x1 Potion of Cure Disease (Carried in her leather rucksack, also inside her wooden box for safe keeping.)


[b]Jewelry and Novelty Items[/b]:

x1 Amulet of Mara (An amulet of Mara on a green-corded string. Worn around her neck.)

x1 Amulet of Mara (A token of Do’Karth’s affection, an amulet he treasures that comes from his homeland.)

[b]Books and Documents[/b]:

x1 The Black Arrow v2 (Kept inside her rucksack when not in use, one of her favorite books of all time. Given to her by her father.)



[b]Food, Drinks, Provisions[/b]:

x2 Waterskins (1 small leather waterskin she carries on her belt, and the other, is much larger, and is kept tied to the outside of her wooden pack frame)

x2 Loaves of Bread (Wrapped individually in cheesecloth, and kept in the same cheesecloth sack as her other perishable foods.)

x2 Eidar Cheese Wedges (Wrapped in cheesecloth, and kept in the cheesecloth sack.)

x1 Sackful of Oats (A small sackful of oats for her horse, Asper.)


[b]Bags, Pouches, Packs[/b]:

x1 Large Leather Rucksack/Pack with Wooden Frame (A dyed, faded, red leather rucksack, that can be mounted on a wooden frame with bindings, Sevine made it for herself when she first got the rucksack years ago.)
x1 Cheesecloth Sack (A modest sack used to hold her perishable foods, with extra scraps of cheesecloth to wrap her food in.)

x1 Leather Belt (A black leather belt that holds a dagger sheath, a potion holder in case she wants to bring along her potions {holds x3 potions at a time}, an attachable coin purse, and x2 other pouches that can hold small things like septims, or alchemic ingredients for potions.)

x2 Leather Pouches (attached to her belt on either side.)


[b]Other[/b]:
x1 Large Canvas Tent Roll (a canvas tent to fit two-three people snuggly, it is normally rolled up, and placed on top of her pack frame.)

x1 Padded Bedroll (A four-layered, cotton-padded, bedroll with a wool covering, and a leather bottom to keep the cold out.)

x1 Small Feather Pillow (A rounded pillow that Liliana gave to Sevine before she went off to war in the Civil War, she keeps it still to this day. It is made of green wool, the same fabric as her dress, and is small enough for Sevine to rest her head on. When not in use, it is rolled inside of her bedroll.)

x1 Wool Blanket (A grey wool blanket to keep the chill out at night while she sleeps. Her blanket is rolled up, and placed on top of the canvas tent on the wooden frame, when she is travelling.)

x1 Hoof Pick (A hoof pick for her horse, Asper. Used to clean his hooves by removing dirt, etc.)

x1 Short Brush (A small, wooden handled brush that Sevine uses to brush her horse down.)

x1 Comb (Not a comb for her, but for Asper’s mane and tail.)


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