[b]Name: [/b]Ilta Asgarne

[b]Race: [/b]Bosmer

[b]Gender: [/b]Female

[b]Age: [/b]17

[b]Birthsign: [/b] The Mage

[b]Appearance: [/b] 
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[b]Equipment: [/b]Ilta wears a full set of leather armour with magicka increasing and regeneration enchantments, but with a hood rather than a helmet and a health regeneration ring. Her backup weapon is a Elven dagger with a Frost damaging enchantment and an arsenal of poisons and potions. She carries around several skill books, great and common filled soul gems along with other empty gems, several flawless sapphires and rubies and a mammoth tusk.

[b]Skills:[/b] Illusion, Restoration, One-handed, Alteration, Light Armour

[b]Personality:[/b] Ilta's personality is varied, from one moment she can be calm, peaceful and loving to seductive and persuasive to innocent, shy and vulnerable. Her true personality is never seen and lies forever unknown underneath the façades she wears. She is well known for being like a chameleon, adapting to any situation as required and is cautious never to be revealed. 

[b]Background: [/b] You don't have to read this because it's quite lengthy, basically she ended up in Leyawiin whilst travelling or by invitation, whatever makes more sense.

Ilta was the result of a forbidden love, an illicit child. Her mother, a Bosmer, and her father, a Nord, were both of highly respected families who just so happened to be two warring clans which had been fighting with each other for generations. Keeping Ilta a secret was difficult for her parents and this took a toll on her mother. For three years her mother experienced frequent panic attacks and became bedridden, forced to be kept under constant watch. Several months after Ilta's fourth birthday her mother passed away of a severe panic attack, her mind and body finally too frail to handle any further trauma. 

Ilta's father's entered a state of complete shock, claiming that he couldn't handle life without his better half. His child lived as a maid with his family for seven years, cooking and cleaning everyday until her hands and feet bled. 

One night, Ilta's father became engulfed in sadness and depression, his body taking over his mind. He crept into the maid's quarters and awoke Ilta holding a knife to her throat, telling her things like "We're going to see mother in Sovngarde" and "We will be together always and forever". Ilta squirmed and cried as her father asked her "Are you excited to visit mother? It's been a while since I've held her in my arms." The child protested as the blade pressed against her skin, before using all the strength that an eleven-year-old could possess to twist her father's arm and plunge the knife into his heart. He lay, bleeding on the floor, thanking Ilta before his soul left the mortal plane to Sovngarde. 

Ilta, traumatised, fled the estate taking as much food as she could carry and ran for hours without rest from her hometown of Windhelm all the way to Winterhold. She had never left the snowy city and was completely mesmerised by the sight of the College of Winterhold. Ilta's muddy-brown hair had been completely transformed to a white-grey from the snow and her insides were nearly frozen from the cold. Her strengthened hands and arms allowed her to scale the mountainside that the College was positioned on, making a beeline for an open window to the library.

It was warm within the library and the heat made Ilta melt within, collapse on the floor and fall into a deep sleep behind a bookshelf. When she awoke, daylight streamed through the windows and yet no one had discovered her. Dust covered the chairs, desks and books, leading Ilta to believe that the library had not been touched for quite some time. Her throat was parched and her lips were dry, so using some items that she found around the library, she put together a simple contraption that caught the melted snow outside of the window within an old pitcher.

For two weeks she lived in the library and read almost every minute of the day. She read books on One-Handed skills, the magic schools of Illusion and Restoration, as well as the thief schools of Speech and Alchemy, learning new skills and practicing on the alchemy table and rodents that found their way through the windows and walls. On the fifteenth day, Ilta found that she had finished all her rations and her water collecting contraption was wearing out and becoming useless. Thus she escaped Winterhold with a stack full of books and fled to the road, using her new abilities to gather food and supplies as she travelled to The Rift.

She took refuge within an abandoned fort, looting any gear or equipment she could find. For six years she lived like this, creating potions to increase her Alchemy skill and selling them to increase her Speech and make money. Ilta practiced her Illusion on wild animals and Restoration in Riften's temple of Mara where the occasional wounded visited for a healing.