[b]Name:[/b] Stefanie "Stef" Beauamant
[b]Age:[/b] 29
[b]Race:[/b] Breton
[b]Gender:[/b] Female
[b]Starsign:[/b] The Ritual
[b]Birthplace:[/b] Bruma, Cyrodiil

[b]Appearance:[/b] 
[indent]Being a Breton, Stephanie does not stand tall - at an unassuming height of 5'4, with a slim yet curvaceous figure. Toned muscles exist in her arms and legs, but are not obvious to the eye. Her heart-shaped face is in no doubt a comely one - slightly pointed ears, a dimpled smile, and light blue eyes rimmed with hazel. Atop her head is long hair the colour of a warm mahogany - red and gold hues within, and a slight wave to it's shape.

However, she does have her fair share of scars - several claw marks have left small ridges in her skin on the top of her arms and back - there are also some old crescent shaped marks on her neck, from vampire attacks in her past. She doesn't like talking about them.[/indent]

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[b]Personality:[/b] 
[indent]Generally an easy-going and humerous girl; despite a less than easy life, Stef prefers to keep an light mind about things. It tends to make life easier, she's found. As such, she can be quick to build companionship's or make jokes; the more a situation deteriorates, and the more nervous she gets, the more jokes come from her mouth.

On the other hand, she has a fierce temper. Although not easily broken, the few times she has lost it has left people dead - and she was well within their rights to kill them, but it was done in a slightly more... frenzied manner than she is used to. From this temper lives a fierce protectiveness over things she cares about deeply, although she has become used to not sharing this type of bond with anything these days. After so many years of loss, she'd rather not become emotionally invested in someone, as it will lead to a grieving of death afterwards. As such, she lives a nomadic lifestyle - never staying with the same people for a long amount of time, and constantly traversing the countryside. Because a long travelling companion means emotions are bound to come into it once more.

If one is to become her friend, her jokes become less, and her naturally friendly and companionable side is shown; not making quips for the sake of breaking the silence, but rather enjoying once another's company.
She also has a very large reckless and rebellious streak - more often than not she will storm into danger, simply to see what happens on the other side.[/indent]


[b]Backstory:[/b] 
[indent]As is the story of many a thief, her road has not been an easy one - not original. Losing her parents at the young age of ten, she was fostered by her Uncle - although a kind man to her, he was constantly hard at work as a guard, and had a more than discriminatory background. The small amount of time she spent with him, usually involved his racist rants, or him telling a story of mistreating a beggar in the street.

These were not words she was comfortable to hear - and in her own way of rebellion against him, turned to the streets in her free time to learn trade from the very beggars and burglars her Uncle shunned - in replace for gold coins and food, they taught her how to be quiet, how to pick pockets, and better yet, how to pick locks. While this was going on, her Uncle was paying for her to be trained in fighting - although many things, sexist was not one, and he firmly believed all should be taught how to defend oneself. She began with blades, but soon found her forte in the bow, practicing with both until she turned 15, and her Uncle had a most untimely death.

Left alone once again, she was unable to keep up the rent on the small Bruma home, and was cast out. 
Now stuck in the awkward stage of not child enough to be given a free home, and not adult enough to get a decent upkeep - Stef turned to the beggars for aid.
And aid her they did.

By the time she was 20, she considered herself to be an expert thief - survival was no longer an issue; she would rob stately homes and castles simply to prove she could. Any fleeting friendships or romances with fellow thieves or marauders ended quickly, for none could keep up with her, nor stay quiet like her. Over time, they were killed or imprisoned, and she quickly taught herself to stop mourning for them.

However, it was companionship that saved her life, and broke her heart in the end.

At the young age of 23, she and a fellow Thief - a handsome Nord by the name of Amund - came across a vampires nest in an old castle. They split up to begin with - as was the norm - but Stef was unused to vampires. The very shadows that she was usually invisible in betrayed her to the beasts, unknowing of their existence and ability to see in the dark. It was Amund who saved her that day, only to succumb to blood loss himself upon killing the beasts.

This experience changed Stefanie - both in combat, and in personality. Although the recklessness still existed, she is cautious to take others along in her journey - lest they end up like all of her companions in the past.
As such, she had nobody to dig her out of trouble when she was pinned for a crime she didn't commit - some noblewoman murdered in her bed. Sadly, that had been while Stef was robbing her home. She's been in the Imperial Cells for about a month now, and her thin face is beginning to show it. [/indent]


[b]Skills:[/b] 
[indent]As a rogue, Stefanie's skills lie in the sneakier category - sneak, acrobatics and athletics are at top tier, as her manner of surviving means she relies a lot on running and climbing as opposed to actual brute strength. Keeping in line with her fleeting lifestyle, she generally sticks to lighter armours such as fur or leather.

Not to say she doesn't have strength - there is more packed than one would think of her size. With a great love of light blades and the bow, she has honed her skill in both  - although more proficient in the bow, her knives are to be considered just as deadly.

As for her less deadly of skills, she is skilled in lock-picking, pick-pocketing, and speech. She is let down by her lack of knowledge in magic, and inability to use any weapon heavier than a steel longsword.[/indent]


[b]Extra:[/b]
[indent]The one trinket she holds with sentimental value is an Amulet of Mara - her Mother's Amulet. She was thankfully able to store it before her arrest, as she figured it bad luck to wear such an item of purity while doing a deviant act like robbery. She also thinks her Mother would be ashamed of her lifestyle, and as such, doesn't wear it when on the job - perhaps her Mother won't know that way.[/indent]