[b]Name:[/b] Seranie
[b]Aliases:[/b] N/A
[b]Race:[/b] Breton
[b]Gender:[/b] Female
[b]Age:[/b] Twenty-Four
[b]Appearance:[/b] A small woman who does little to impose on others, her slight frame and angular features hinting at her elven heritage. Pale skin hints at her northern roots, having lived her life in the cold reaches of Skyrim. Raven black hair hangs from her head, tied back in a ponytail. Her eyes are a pale blue, the lids hanging half-way shut, as if she were always tired.

[b]Faction:[/b] Daedric Servants, Odd Jobs

[b]Weapons:[/b]
-Sanguine Rose
-Sacrificial Dagger
[b]Magics:[/b]
-Master Conjuration
-Adept Destruction
-Adept Restoration, based on wards rather than healing
-Apprentice in other schools
[b]Equipment/Items:[/b] 
-A set of black robes
-A maroon scarf, always worn
-A small pouch filled to the brim with septims, from who-knows-where
-A wooden staff with a lantern hanging from the top
-A flask at her hip filled with cheap wine;

[b]Backstory/Personality[/b] Born to a pair of Bretons, Seranie grew up in the city of Markarth, living out of Vlindrel Hall. Despite the anti-Breton sentiment in the Reach, her parents were respected by the Jarl, her father a hero of the Great War while her mother was an alchemist who rivaled the old woman who ran The Hag's Cure. She was spoiled as a child, being the only one, and grew up with stories of the scary Forsworn, cannibal daedra-worshipers who ate little Nord children. Honestly, nothing in her childhood was nothing less than idyllic.

At the age of five, Seranie became aware of her magical abilities. She could summon basic familiars, simple spirit animals at first. Rather than be sent to the College, so far away, she studied rather loosely beneath Calcemo. While her parents believed she was getting the best education possible in all of the Reach, it was much more lax than that. The occasional spell learned here or there, the ability to read and write, basic maths. But for the most part, she sat around while her "teacher" studied yet another Dwemer cog that was found in someone's closet.

At the age of fifteen, her father left the safety of Markarth to battle the Forsworn, his kinsmen, who had been a growing threat in the mountains. Both she and her mother had high hopes of him returning, but as the days turned into weeks, and then into a month, Seranie began to lose hope. While her mother became deluded with the belief that he may some day return, Seranie turned to drinking to dull the pain. Drinking lead to many other things - sex, skooma, smuggling in illegal substances. Conjuration became useful for far more than just summoning beasts and daedra. Her mother eventually fell ill and died, causing Seranie to fall further into her debauched ways to bring her out of the growing depression. That is when she met Sam.

The man did not look impressive, the first time she met him in the Silver Blood Inn. In fact, she likely wouldn't have noticed him, had he not challenged her to a drinking contest. The rest of the night was a blur, as was the following few days. The only thing she remembers is that she left the Reach for the first time and ended up with a very unique staff. The Rose's abilities was enough to force her out of her ways, at least for a short time, to continue her studies. Over the next two years, she remained mostly sober, and refused to touch skooma or even be near it for what it would have done to her. In those two years, she traveled from Morthal to Winterhold, learning from the masters of Conjuration what she could while studying the masters of old through their books.

'Course, this wouldn't last forever, especially when she held the relic of Sanguine. The moment her mind was sated, her thirst grew, and she ended up in Whiterun, where she sat around with the local drunk Brenuin, even going back to her smuggling way to get him some more of that rare Argonian Ale. It was one of these little runs that got her acquainted with Odd Jobs. She became a sort of acquirer of goods, as well as just a mercenary. If she wasn't drunk half of the time, she'd probably be able to do much more for the budding guild than what she does now.

Seranie is nearly always either drunk or high, causing her to be anywhere between happy and bubbly to quiet and depressed, though more often than not it is the former. She is sarcastic, crude, crass, and rarely knows when it is a good time to shut up. On the rare occasions that she's sober, she's extremely quiet and introverted, the complete opposite of what she calls her "real self." One might think her a completely different person if they were to see her in both states. The only rival to her thirst for alcohol and skooma is her hunger for knowledge, particularly on the arts of summoning and necromancy.