Name: Skeeya
Age: 41
Sex: Female
Race: Argonian
Appearance:
Dressed in mage's robes with scales that shine like the snow. Seekya is seen as an oddity even in her own kind. Her sightless eyes are a clouded blue while she herself is thought to be an albino.

Class: Mage

Personality:
A calm voice that is held in old wisdom. Skeeya has devoted herself to magick as a hatchling creating a strange yet easy aura around her. She's not what you would think of when you picture an Argonian. Her steps are proud and well placed, her head is high and her shoulders back while her claws spark with power. She's no novice, and she worked hard to get there so she refused to let other's views hold her down. Yet while she may appear intimidating, she is a welcoming creature for those who wish to learn to better the world and will happily teach.

bio:
Skeeya was born in Black Marsh as a single egg from her parent's clutch. A tiny thing that looked sickly almost with her veins showing through her pale scales. Her eyes were not even strong enough to work, never before has she looked upon an Argonian. With heavy hearts her family made attempts to keep her alive while they planned for a burial. There was little they could do, yet as it seemed she was to end her life before it really started, a travailing healer came by only to hear the sad tale and take pity. Offering his services and with little option, he decided to use restoration magick. It was as if that was the day she was born, her lungs began to take in greedy gasps, as she clung to his robs with determination.

His name was Kai, a dark elf, and while her parents saved her, they had to leave her with the mage so he could keep up the treatments. She grew up weak, unable to swing a sword or tend to a feiled, unable to lift cargo or skin a beast. But she grew up and would try to visit her kin often.
While her body could take little work, her mind was ready to take the load for both. Kai settled for a bit and carried an extensive library, not a page would go by without Kai reading it to her, not a spell would go untried. Eventually Kai caved and turned the blind child into his apprentice, where they began to travel the world in the search of more magick.

Skeeya grew into a fine young woman, though she still could not hold a sword, or run up mountains. She managed to become a force that one would have to think twice about attacking. Working in conjuration and restoration she was able to travel across the lands on beasts created by her own hand, she was able to save those who were thought to be dead and would be given compassion. While she missed her time in Black Marsh, she found herself unable to go back. The cold winds of skyrim call her, and that is where she is heading.

Name: Zabhiki
Age: 26
sex: Female
Race: Khajiit
Appearance:
Class: Hunter

Personality:
Quick witted and always game for a joke, Zabhiki always tries to make the best of things even if she herself is in the worst situations. She's quite the smooth talker, while in the wilderness she's alone for days to even weeks at a time. When she finds herself in a town she is always craving the companionship of others and frequents the taverns.Be careful though, if you don't have her respect yet she might take advantage.

Bio:
Originally and still a merchant, she found that skyrim is not as welcoming of her kind's way of life. While a normal Khajit will buy goods without question of who stole them, nords will throw you in jail rather than buy something that was not gathered as they called fairly. While upholding her family tradition of trading only to spend the night behind bars, Zabhiki had to turn to a more sightly way of gathering coin. Stealing a bow from the drunken huntsmen she found that she could get quite a sum for rare animal parts. So with a tune on her lips and a spring in her step she began her new life.

A year passed when she met her new companion, tracking a stag for a full day she finally came upon the injured beast. A grand creature with horns that reached for the moons and fur that vanished in the snow. A noble in Solitude wanted him badly, said he would be the perfect mount on his wall. Yet the cat had a different plan when she saw it. A smirk on her features she sheathed her weapons and spent days trying to gain the animal's trust. Treating his wounds and feeding him till she began the trial and error of training the beast to be ridden.
A cat on a stag hunting through the winds of skyrim can now be seen. A strange sight but one she will happily take in stride.

Name: Aryana Zareen
Age: 600+
Sex: F
Race:Snow elf
Appearance:

Class: Assassin

Personality:
Nontrusting to say the least. Uneasy around anyone, she finds herself unwell around crowds due to the massacre of her race. She's just like the rest of the brotherhood, a good friend but not someone who would lay her life down for them. There is some good traits in there though, she has a vast knowledge and mighty appreciation for old ruins and dragon lore, her eyes seemed to sparkle at the mere sight of them when she walks through the old cities. Though while she's a cut throat loner, it's only due to her locking herself away.

bio:

She was born after the snow elves were forced underground with the Dwemer, a child that was thought to never be made she lived in secrecy under heavy guard from the last few elves of her kind. Placing the survival of their culture on her shoulders, she found herself growing in fear of every other race, especially the Nords due to the massacre of her kind. Learning her kind's trade, from battle to spells and what they were needed for most. She was told that her family were descendants of servants to dragon priests, and more importantly, dragon nans.
It was a simple enough title, taking care of dragon's young when a hacthling's parents could not be at the child's side. It was a lost art from the death of the great beasts, something they shared, both were pushed to extinction, still she learned the secrets in hope to pass them on and keep their legacy going.

Yet as she grew she became bold, skilled with a blade and hauntingly quiet, she found herself leaving the protection of her group many times as a young woman. Finding her first friend that was not an elf only to realize that her kind was gone for so long, that most would not even have the thought of a snow elf when they saw her. It only made her become thirsty for the drink of adventure, she wanted to see the world and as the years passed, her outings took her farther and farther from her group. That was until they left their safety to find her, so many fair skinned, snow haired creatures in one place caused an uproar though. Towns gathering to hunt them down till she was the last one left, alone and stricken with grief, she was an easy target to be taken advantage of.
And the Dark Brotherhood knew it.

It took her years to finally gain the courage to leave. She was trained to become a true killer, to take a life without complaint, to loose her free will that she fought so hard to gain. She couldn't take it, and had to go on the run from the assassins due to carrying their secrets. She was a loose end, and no longer wanting to work for them was a no go for Sithis.

Now she lives in an old tomb by the name of Bleak Falls Barrow, sometimes sneaking down to Riverwood to steal things she needed to survive.