Name: Raelynn Hawkford Age: 31 Gender: Female Race: Breton [center][u][b]Appearance:[/b][/u] [img]https://i.pinimg.com/564x/74/b2/27/74b227090b8be6b9d8ea718555000cbc.jpg[/img][/center] Raelynn is short of height with a waifish figure. She has no scars, something that surprises her - that she has made it to 31 and never received a scar. Her skin is mostly still smooth and soft, a result of having lived a good life with access to oils and herbs that keep one looking beautiful. In recent years she has found that she has begun to weather, and her face shows the subtle and very early signs of aging, lines appear when she makes certain expressions, and her skin does not have the rosiness that follows you from childhood to mid-twenties, a youthful glow. She is unsure whether it was really the physical side effect of reaching her thirties, or a result of the shocking things she has seen. Unlike the rest of her body, her lips stand our for being full. She has a round, soft face, with high cheekbones. Her ears have that slight signature pointed tip and her eyebrows are arched - both signal to her Elvish ancestry. She has large steel blue eyes, which stand out against her light skin. Her eyes are expressive and to find out how she is feeling, one would only need to look at her eyes to see them bright with happiness, narrow with disgust, or watery with sadness. She keeps her waist length hair tied tightly into braids, with only a few strands framing her face. To Raelynn, her hair is her favourite part of herself. The colour is that of her family, a cool ash blonde. She wears embroidered mage robes (she never did like the plain clothing required of her to wear at the College). She will mostly wear clothes that are either black, violet, or lavender in hue. She does not always dress in mages robes, and will sometimes dress down into more casual attire. Even her 'casual attire' is more colourful and ornate than others. To Raelynn, looking the part of a Lady is important. [u][b]Personality: [/b][/u] To strangers, Raelynn would seem soft spoken and friendly. This is all part of a more questionable mirage to lure in those who would need her help. As a Healer she swore an oath to heal those who were suffering with disease and injuries - and she treats those who come to her with empathy, understanding, and great respect... If they can afford it. She can be quite manipulative and calculating in order to get what she wants. She wasn't always this way, living in Skyrim of all places has shown her that everyone is out to obtain something... Raelynn refuses to let others say that she has snobbish and proud tendencies and will get defensive if they do. Her privileged upbringing has given her high standards of everything. She is not 'greedy', but she is certainly used to the finer things. She knows that her value as a healer and her level of skill in the art is worth a lot of gold, jewels, and other rare treasures. After all, what is more valuable to the average man than being able to live another day? Definitely not the rubies that he looted on his last adventure. When she becomes comfortable around people, her temper can appear and she will often become passionate in her speech. In her life, Raelynn has only met a small handful of individuals who have been able to really get past the walls she has built around herself. She has an endearing lack of self-awareness and this has found her in spells of trouble, she will frequently accidentally offend other people. She can be impatient and hot-headed, and will scold those she travels with for errors of judgement, even though she is not the kind of person who would step in to prevent them in the first place, she relies on those 'less fortunate' than herself to do the dirty work on excursions, after all, why should she dirty up a robe when the Nord in front is more than willing to do it? [u][b]History: [/b][/u] Born in Daggerfall, High Rock, to wealthy parents, Raelynn had a comfortable upbringing. As such, Raelynn never went without luxuries like great food, fashionable attire, and even her share of 'exotic pets'. This is the lifestyle that she grew accustomed too, and while she never wanted too much more than what she was privileged enough to have growing up, she has continued to have high expectations and standards since leaving her silver spoon back in Daggerfall... As much as she loved her family very deeply, and would have loved to stay with them forever, their image of her life was far different to the image Raelynn was dreaming of. They would have her married into another rich family, something that made Raelynn feel deeply uncomfortable. When given the ultimatum that she wed someone of her parents choosing, or be cut off from them, she chose to follow her own path. At night, Raelynn would read books on Tamriel, reading about great mages throughout history who had done amazing things and adventurers, and of the hidden secrets scattered through the world. She wanted to be an adventurer, but she didn't really want to get her hands dirty - or put herself front and centre in battle. So, following the natural inclination of her race to wield magic, she was prompted to request to joined a newly 'reformed' Daggerfall Mages Guild when she came of age to begin learning the art of curative and restorative magic. She soon found that this Guild was not for her, and instead chose to leave her home of High Rock forever and attend the College of Winterhold to study her chosen discipline even further. During her time as an apprentice of the College, she faced teasing from her peers for sticking solely to Restorative magic. This made her choose a secondary discipline of magic to study and she chose Conjuration. As with her growing boredom of the Mages Guild, Raelynn got bored of the libraries and four walls of the College after some years. She grew tired of the bitter cold, the terribly plain food, and the putrid smells which wafted through the corridors and congregated in her chamber of all places. She began to dream of practicing her magic out in the field, going on adventures and making gold. With the blessing of Colette Marence, she finally left the College to travel the rest of Skyrim. She found herself frustrated on these travels, adventurers didn't pay all that much for her magic, nor did they ever seem to want to share the spoils. She had to think of something else, and so she began treat adventurers who would stumble into taverns with wounds and ailments, firstly plying them with alcohol and sweetening them up with her charm, before curing them and making sure she took a premium price from them. During these years, she picked up a few new skills from those she travelled with. Until this point in her life she had not really had a need to learn any offensive combat skills. A traveling companion quickly told her that while a spell may keep disease at bay, a dagger or two hidden inside a cloak is likely to save her life. During the time of the rise of the Dragonborn, Raelynn found herself amongst the aftermath of dragon attacks rather frequently. She would come across the bodies of the burnt. The sight of their armour that had melded to their skin gave them the appearance of steel men, of crumbled statues. There was nothing she could do help them. Some of the scenes she witnessed absolutely traumatised her, giving her a fear of fire and flames. She tries to keep this section of her past secret from those she meets, for fear of showing weakness and vulnerability. [u][b]Skills:[/b][/u] [b]Major: [/b] - Restoration: She is an impressive healer, and chooses to use only curative magic - save for the few offensive and defensive spells she keeps up her sleeve for sticky situations. Fast Healing, Healing Hands, Sun Fire, Greater Ward, Heal Other, Close Wounds, Repel Lesser Undead. She chooses these particular spells so that she can stay away from the direct front-line and out of immediate danger. - Alchemy: Healing Knowledge. Raelynn has an advanced knowledge of the various plants and other items that are found throughout Tamriel that can provide healing qualities. She is also skilled with treating wounds that cannot be directly healed with magic. She enjoys brewing herbal teas which have been known to revitalise and 'perk up' some of her fellow adventurers. [b]Minor:[/b] - Conjuration: Raelynn knows the spells Conjure Familiar, Raise Zombie, and Bound Sword. She very rarely uses these spells, and will only do so if she herself is in immediate danger, saving her Magicka for restorative purposes. - Dual-Weapons: Raelynn uses twin daggers together to defend herself if need be. She is not an intimidating size, and so will generally only rely on her daggers if she is in absolute immediate danger and can get the upper hand. (Being small and thin sometimes has a speed advantage.) - Lockpicking: She taught herself to pick through locks to get to the more interesting books in the library of the College. Now, she practices lock picking to find and pocket the best treasures in the dungeons and crypts she has found herself in. [u][b]Equipment:[/b][/u] Raelynn carries her Staff of the Healing Hand as well as two steel daggers which she keeps quite hidden in her cloak. She always carries a small cloth pouch full of dried blue mountain flowers, lavendar sprigs, and other flowers - to make teas with as well as a small knife for harvesting plants efficiently. She has her notebook filled with her healing tricks and tips, and a journal which she writes in at the end of each day, documenting her whole life and journey for the day she finally sits down to write her memoirs and healing books. This is her secret journal, and she would hate for anyone to read it. Often pouring out her true feelings onto the parchment - whether those feelings are good or bad. She always has a pouch full of gold, stating that it is to keep her safe in times of trouble. As most mages do, she carries at least 3 Magicka potions. She'd be stupid not too. The only other thing she carries is a letter from her parents, wishing her well at the College of Winterhold. Despite being fond of fine things, she travels on a shoestring and only keeps what is absolutely necessary on her person - the rest she keeps in a locked trunk at the College of Winterhold, or has sent to her parents for them to keep safe. [u][b]Birthsign:[/b][/u] The Mage [u][b]Miscellaneous:[/b][/u] Raelynn is a terrible, terrible, terrible drunk. Being so small means that even the smallest of amounts of Marne wine, or Nord Ale are enough to tip her over the edge.