[hider=My Hider] [indent] [color=#842525][b][u]Character Name:Elya Fyste[/u][/b][/color] [indent][/indent] [color=#842525][b][u] Age:28[/u][/b][/color] [indent][/indent] [color=#842525][b][u]Race:Imperial[/u][/b][/color] [indent][/indent] [color=#842525][b][u]Sex:Female[/u][/b][/color] [indent][/indent] [color=#842525][b][u]Birthsign:Warrior[/u][/b][/color] [indent][/indent] [hr][hr] [color=#842525][b][u]Specialisation:Combat[/u][/b][/color] [indent][/indent] [color=#842525][b][u]Class:Sellsword[/u][/b][/color] [indent][/indent] [color=#842525][b][u]Skills:[/u][/b][/color] [indent] [list] [*] Expert One handed blade [*] Journeyman Light armor [*] Journeyman Athletics [*] Apprentice Sneak [/list][/indent] [hr] [hr] [color=#842525][b][u]Appearance: Elya is a tall athletically built woman standing at a full height of six feet, and weighing a hundred and sixty five pounds. With shoulder length chestnut colored hair and dark brown eyes, her left forearm has a brand in the shape of a raven clutching a septum. Which she aquired at the age of sixteen when she first began her career as a sellsword, from a group of bandits while in captivity in Skyrim. Her overall body build is one made for quick and precise movement with thin muscle with very little fat. She's typically adorned in a basic blue cotton shirt beneath a steel mail shirt, underneath a black leather coat of plates. As well as black fingerless gloves, dark olive pants and worn brown leather boots. [/u][/b][/color] [indent][/indent] [hider=Picture Referencw] [img] http://img03.deviantart.net/91d1/i/2015/110/d/e/adult_ciri_by_justanor-d6jdcbv.jpg[/img] [/hider] [color=#842525][b][u]Personality:Elya is like most imperials deft at speechcraft as well as combat, with a lust for gold, booze and high times. She has very little empathy for others and only really goes out of her way if she feels ample reward is being given. When once asked if she would kill a babe still at its mothers breast by a nobleman without question, she said "Without question? No, I'd ask how much.". That is not to say she doesnt form bonds or friendships overtime, and she is fiercely defensive when those bonds are forged. She enjoys fucking, drinking, and singing but her true love is killing feeling the most comfortable in the heat of a battle; that is in her favor that is. Because no Sellsword has ever gotten rich dying for one lord or another, on that topic Elya is not above dirty tricks and 'dishonorable' tactics to defeat her foes not limited to sneak attacks to throwing a fist full of sand in their eyes. [/u][/b][/color] [indent][/indent] [color=#842525][b][u]Backstory:Elya was born a third daughter of a peasant farmer on the Lord of Anvil's land, when her father was caught poaching and hiding part of his crop from the Lord he was executed that same day. Leaving her mother to care for Elya and her two brothers, one of which died in a hunting accident and the other who became a guard in the city; leading her mother to become a seamstress and sell their meager farmland moving into a tiny house at the edge of the city. As Elya grew up she learned to sneak and con people taking small things no one would notice and constantly finding herself in one predicament or another, her brother when not posted on duty taught her what he knew of swordplay. At sixteen Elya joined a band of mercenaries, a loose term for a group of a dozen ex-guardsmen and wannabe tournamemt fighters; and together they went across Tamriel killing small groups of bandits the occasional troll's and other such beasts. Their numbers swelled to twenty by the time they entered Skyrim, but they werent ready for the contract they took; expecting to fight more bandits just outside of Markharth they instead found a huge number of Forsworn occupying the fort. Some men ran, some men cried, some fought bravely but mostly they died all around her, Elya herself tried to run but was struck in her left shoulder with an arrow dropping her to the ground and making her lose conciousness. And when she awoke she found herself sitting in a dank cell dripping with water and covered in mold, for three weeks she sat a captive alonh with a few others until one day she faked her death and killed the guard who came in to take her body. Sneaking out of the fort and leaving her captivity behind, not bothering to free her former comrades out of fear of being discovered and recaptured by the Forsworn. After that she simply roamed Skyrim till she was eighteen, seeing the world and spilling blood becoming quite notorious for her cutthroat abilities in several holds. She returned to the Imperial City at age twenty six atop the back of a large black stallion with steel armor and fine weapons, a skilled combatant and sure of herself. Having seen almost all the world, from Blackmarsh to Skyrim, Elsweyr and many place inbetween. Coming to Kvatch to try her hand in tournament, knock sense into the undoubted rich fool competetor and earn the Lord's prize. [/u][/b][/color] [indent][/indent] [color=#842525][b][u]Spells:None[/u][/b][/color] [indent][/indent] [color=#842525][b][u]Inventory: Fine steel longsword Thirteen inch steel kukri One hundred septims Two silver ruby rings Wine skin [/u][/b][/color] [indent][/indent] [/indent] [/hider] Ready for judgement [@MiddleEarthRoze]