[hider=Sirine Al Nahel]
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[h1][color=aba000]Siri[/color][/h1]

[B]Race:[/B] Imperial (Redguard father)
[B]Birthsign:[/B] The Thief
[B]Sex:[/B] Female
[B]Age:[/B] 32
[B]Family Origins:[/B] Gilane, Hammerfell | Anvil, Cyrodiil 

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[B]Appearance:[/B] At first glance, Sirine looks like any ordinary Redguard woman. Standing at about 5'6 and weighing around 130 lbs, she shows a wiry figure that carries little fat and mostly muscle due to working at sea for the most part of her life. Dark skin clearly shows her Redguard blood, and the freckles that accentuate her skin are from constantly being under the sun and near the salty sea water. While her face is surprisingly unmarred by scars, the same cannot be said for the markings on the rest of her body, most of them from rope burns, accidental cuts as well as other more serious scars that Sirine does not like to talk about.

Round faced with high cheekbones and a slightly pointed chin, signs of Sirine's mixed heritage can be seen with her smaller lips and slimmer nose. Her eyes are a dark brown and set under long black brows, accentuated by long dark lashes; a good candidate for being termed doe eyed, they make her seem almost innocent and naive. As for her hair, despite the fact that cutting it short may be a little easier for her to handle, she quite enjoys leaving it long and open. Once upon a time it was a near black, but now it is a sun-kissed brown, her wavy unruly locks falling below her shoulder blades, decorated with beads of different colours.

As for Sirine's clothing, she is one who dresses primarily for comfort, but this does not mean she likes to look frumpy or dowdy. She enjoys wearing tunics of different colours, though preferring darker shades to light ones. More often than not her sleeves are pushed up or rolled up to her elbows to keep out of the way. Disliking tight pants, she prefers wearing pantaloons instead, stuffing the excess material in her calf high leather boots. A belt cinched tightly around her waist completes her assemblage.

[B]Equipment:[/B] [list][*]Orcish dagger- This was something that was given to her by her father's old quartermaster Tulgan on her sixteenth birthday. Though she prefers hand to hand combat, Shireen keeps the dagger on her person at all times, knowing very well that a blade works wonders in times of need.
[*]A dark brown cloak which doubles as a blanket
[*]An old Rucksack (items within mentioned under Misc Possessions)[/list]

[B]Misc. Possessions:[/B][list][*]Near 150 septims
[*]A flask with varying drink
[*]A health potion she managed to steal off a customer
[*]A couple of pieces of bread, a few pieces of cured and dried meat, a wedge of cheese
[*]A roll of paper, a quill and an ink pot[/list]

[B]Family and Associations:[/B] [list][*]Sulaim Al Nahel - Father (deceased)
[*]Amaria Sivarius- Mother (59 years old- unknown whether alive or dead)
[*]Calum Al Nahel - Eldest brother (40 years old)
[*]Samer Al Nahel - Second eldest brother (37 years old)
[*]Bakih Al Nahel - Little brother (27 years old)[/list]

[B]Favoured Skills:[/B] Highly Proficient [list][*]Athletics- Having spent most of her life on a ship has made Sirine into the tough, enduring woman that she is. Physical tasks are no trouble for her, whether they include something more stationary like lifting heavy objects or something like running and swimming long distances[/list]
Moderately Proficient [list][*]Acrobatics- Just as with her skill in Athletics, working on a ship molded her in such a way that she is quite nimble and sound of balance, something rather required in her line of work.
[*]One handed (dagger) - Sirine was taught how to fight with her orcish dagger under the guidance of her father’s quartermaster and uses it as her primary way to attack.
[*]Mercantile- Learning the tricks of the trade was something Sirine took to from a young age and had put into practice for quite a few years.[/list]
Somewhat Proficient [list][*]Speech- Having been taught to speak eloquently and being somewhat practiced in talking to many folk for business purposes, Sirine can be quite persuasive when she means to be, and perhaps even a little intimidating. 
[*]Hand to Hand- As her father hadn’t wished for her to learn how to use anything larger than a dagger, Sirine had taken it upon herself to learn how to use her fists as weapons instead.
[*]Sneak- This was a skill learned later on in Sirine’s life, forced upon her due to her path in life involving ambushing and looting ships.[/list]

[B]History:[/B] Sirine is the third of four children to Sulaim of Hammerfell and Amaria of Cyrodiil. Sulaim al Nahel's family had been quite the seafaring merchants for years, so naturally he was quite proficient in the same business as well. What differed with him was that he caught the eye of a lass on one of his journeys Cyrodiil, a young Imperial woman by the name of Amaria. The Sivarius family was well known merchants who were also their business partners. The tryst of the two youngsters strained relations between the the Al Nahel and Sivarius family. However, the simple solution of marriage provided them a way to not only keep the lovers together but also made their business dealings even stronger.

Sirine was born ten years laters. Her two older brothers were eight and five years of age and so not too dependant on their mother. She was in fact born at sea on a journey returning home to Hammerfell. Though she spent quite a lot of time with her mother in her early years, two older brothers and a crew of mostly male sailors ensured that she was more of a tomboy that the proper girl Amaria had grown up as. Though this was not something that brought either of her parents any concern, they [i]were[/i] worried that their children would enjoy the seafaring life more than the whole point of why they spent time at sea. It was for this reason when Sirine was near ten and her little brother Bakih was five, her parents decided that Amaria and the children would remain in Hammerfell for a few years to further their education.

Though Sirine missed her previous life as a traveller on a ship, she did actually enjoy the different subjects that were taught to her by hired tutors. She could read and write and spoke quite eloquently, her mind was sharp where money matters were concerned and she could easily tell tales that would fool her own mother. All in all, it seemed as if she was educated enough that she could help her father on his business ventures along with her older brothers, Calum and Samer. It was with much cheer that the now thirteen year old returned to her father's ship and resumed life at the sea, quite like returning a fish back to its home into water. 

Sirine fell into the routine of things very quickly. There was still a lot to learn about working on a ship, and though her main job was keeping tally of the numbers in the books, she often found herself helping the crew with more physical tasks. She had always been a strong girl, but manual labour kept her body fit in the same way working with paper and ink kept the wheels in her mind turning. Along with this, she found herself quite interested in learning combat. A favourite with the quartermaster, an orsimer named Tulgan, she was taught both hand to hand combat as well as how to use a dagger. Sirine had actually wanted to learn how to use the orc’s great sword, but her father had been adamant that if she was to wield a weapon, it would be something small and not very obvious.

Love found Sirine when she was fifteen years of age. At least, [i]she[/i] had thought it was love. A sojourn in one of Anvil’s inn’s led her to meeting a charming young man who very easily convinced her to spend night with him. One night’s rendezvous turned into something that lasted a couple of weeks until the young man seemingly disappeared without a trace. Heartbroken though she was, Sirine guessed he was probably like her, a sailor on a ship who didn’t stay any place for too long. It seemed almost romantic to think of it that way, and she quite fancied that perhaps she would meet him again one day. What she did not take into account was falling pregnant. It lasted only a couple of months so this knowledge was not known by anyone aside from her brother Calum who she had confided in, but its effect was enough that she kept away from romantic relations for a good few years, focusing solely on her father’s ship and his business.

She was twenty years old when hurdles began to shove themselves in her path. By this time her father had decided it was time for him to stay on solid ground and leave the business to his children. Calum had the makings of a captain and Samer was quite the merchant, rivalling him, while Sirine had always been good at keeping notes and making sure their money matters were in order. As the old couple wished to rekindle their old passion for one another, fifteen year old Bakih was sent to live with his older siblings. Calum and Samer were busy with their own affairs so it was up to Sirine to take care of her little brother as well. It was something she took to as easily as bookkeeping; she quite enjoyed spending time with him and found it fun to be the one teaching rather than the student.

It was during one of these teaching sessions with Bakih that Sirine came across some inconsistencies in the books with the money that was kept safe to be delivered to her father. Unsure who to suspect, she kept this knowledge for herself for the time being, simply keeping a wary eye on the dealings that were taking place. It took a few months and some bribing a couple of members of the crew to discover that both Calum and Samer were taking more than their percentage of their commissions from the profits that were made. Upset by this dishonesty and the fact that they were cheating their own brother, she decided to confront them about the issue. The two of them tried deny it at first, and when she continued to demand them to confess, they simply scoffed at her. Displeased with what she had hoped for a simpler reaction and perhaps solution, she decided to bring the news to her parents the next time they returned to Gilane.

The subject was broached the day after they had reached the city and rested for the night. What Sirine had not known was that her brothers had already spoken to their parents and convinced them that she had been the one pilfering more than her share of the percentage she was supposed to receive. To further ensure that their parents didn’t trust her, Calum had mentioned the five year old news of her failed pregnancy, which had her parents both aghast as well as heartbroken. Trying to prove her brothers wrong by showing her parents the books and inconsistencies had a little more success, but not what she had hoped for. Her father seemed to believe that perhaps it was time for her to return to the land while he returned to take his seat at the head of the family business to make sure that there was no hankypanky going on. Infuriated by what she felt was stupidity and injustice from her parents side, and in particular her father, Sirine rejected what he said rather verbally, losing her cool as she called out her brothers as being cowards and liars. Knowing this would be deemed unacceptable behaviour on her part, so before anyone could say anything else to her, she gathered her belongings and left the Al Nahel estate, heading out to port.

Finding work was not something the young woman was familiar with, having grown up with money as well as a steady job provided by her parents. It was hard to find anyone who would hire her as a laborer on their ship, but then Sirine didn't wish to work for anyone else's vessel anyway… at least that was what she had convinced herself. It was quite easy to find work as a barmaid however, and for a few extra tricks she found she could earn coin that would eventually be used to gain a small boat of her own. Truth be told she hated her job, from pouring drinks to tolerating the touch of strange drunk men, but her mind was always on her final goal.

It took two years for her to finally earn enough septims to finally leave her detestable job as a barmaid and buy an old boat of her own. It was small and dingy, but it was all hers and she had big plans for it. What she hadn't had in mind was her brother Bakih joining her in her quest to make a name of herself. It turned out he had run away from home and had been in search of her for a few weeks before finally catching up with her in the bar she was still working at. Sirine was concerned about his plans to tag along with her, but the resentment she felt against her family for disbelieving her was even stronger and she was happy to have a familiar, loving face by her side. It also turned out he hadn’t simply left the house with the clothes on his back but had brought along a small chest filled with septims, though he was quite mum about where he had procured that from. Truth be told Sirine was wary, but she needed the septims to help in procuring wares to sell and make a profit out of.

Her first few journeys were successful and for the first time since she had stormed out of her parents’ estate, Sirine felts something akin to satisfaction. Sure it was a small boat and sure, she and her brother literally had to do all the work in maintaining it, but she was strong, and most of all she was finally getting her life back together, doing something she loved. There was also the dangerous satisfaction that she had been selling to some of her brothers’ customers, and since they already knew her from before, nothing seemed too odd in their eyes about this new arrangement.

Alas, it took only a few months before that risky bit of business was discovered. Her brothers did not delay in tackling their problem with some force from their end. Paying men to sabotage the vessel was no big task for the two brothers who by now had made quite a name for themselves, Calum as a seaworthy captain and Samer as a shrewd businessman. It didn’t take more that a few destruction runes to sink the boat after being triggered by Bakih unknowingly stepping on one when he and Sirine were readying to head out on another mercantile venture.

Sirine was naturally upset by the destruction of her boat but more so by the injury her little brother sustained from from the boat destroying. After making sure he was taken to a healer’s and paying good septim to make sure he was well taken care of, Sirine left for her parents estate, ready to settle matters once and for all. She was sure this had to be her brothers at work once more, and though she may have been gained a few of their customers, she didn’t see how it even affected their business, having purposely chosen different wares to sell than what her father’s business was known for- though she might have had a very big bone to pick with the rest of her family, she didn’t actually wish them harm.

It seemed she was too late to discuss anything when she reached her parents estate. Her father had taken to a sudden illness and only a few weeks had passed since his funeral. The family business had been left in the hands of his eldest son; since Calum had never truly been business minded, he in turned handed it over to Samer. As for Sirine and Bakih, now considered the runaways and shame of the family, Sulaim Al Nahel had left them with nothing but the family name in hopes that perhaps one day they would redeem themselves. Their mother Amaria was no longer interested in remaining in Hammerfell now that her husband had passed and had already returned to Cyrodiil to live with her family. 

A lost cause from the beginning, Sirine had no more reason to remain at the Al Nahel estate, not that her brothers would have let her stay. Not knowing what to do now that her brother was at a healer’s and she had no boat to return to, the mixed Imperial headed back to port and made herself comfortable in the tavern she used to work at, spending septims and drowning her misery and sorrow. It was during this time she was approached by a Redguard man who claimed to be the captain of a modest ship and a small crew. Sharing a drink with her, he explained that he had heard about what had happened with her and Bakih. His crew was relatively small and new, in desperate need of strong, experienced people and he felt she would bring something good to his crew. He spoke in a rather charming manner and her drunken mind had her thinking that it was her first lover returned to her. She eagerly accepted his proposal and drank to it…

Sirine wasn’t sure what happened after that except waking up in one of the tavern’s room half naked and in pain. Confusion rang through her mind for only a few moments before she realized what had happened- the man had taken advantage of her when she hadn’t been in her senses. What was even worse were all the marks on her person- it was clear to her that it had been more than just him. 

It was then in that very room where Sirine realized the utter futility of what she had tried to strive for. Honesty, justice, morals-  they were near impossible to find in the world, and if someone tried to pursue such frivolous things, they would end up like her. If she was meek, others would simply stomp over her. If she was giving, others would take more than she was willing to give. Those who were good people would always be downtrodden, and Sirine had had it with being on the receiving end.

Once she had composed herself and cleaned up, Sirine left the room and headed down to the tavern, a mild look on her face as she caught sight of the man who had drugged her. She confirmed with him that he had never really meant for her to join his crew and had simply wished to use her for the night. He knew very well who her brothers were and did not wish to get on their bad side. When she finally turned away and left the tavern, it was to the threat that if she told anyone about what occurred, her little brother would be targeted. 

Sirine took his threat seriously, but she now took herself seriously as well. Heading to the healer’s, she related to her little brother what had happened in plain and simple terms, comforting him as he expressed his grief at the whole matter. It was too much for him to take; it would have been the same for her if she hadn’t already processed her feelings and come to the solution. When he expressed his hatred for what had happened and wishing to avenge her, she nodded in agreement. It would happen, but it had to be planned. Simply acting out irrationally would bring the two of them back to square one. 

And so they plotted and planned, watching the crew, marking their movements, picking out the moments when the men were the most vulnerable. It was almost reminiscent of when they would be studying together, except this was a much deadlier form of studies. The captain had not been wrong when he mentioned his small crew. Sirine wasn’t quite willing to put her little brother in danger after his last accident, but he wasn’t willing to be sidelined, and the truth was unlike her, they didn’t know how he looked. The first few men were easily taking down with a little bought poison added to their drinks. The remaining members of the crew were taken down the following night when Sirine and Bakih snuck onboard. One by one the duo siblings dispatched the unsuspecting sailors until only the captain remained. He was very happy to try and strike any deal with her, but there was only one thing on the Imperial Redguard’s mind: she wanted his ship. As soon as he signed it over to her, she struck the final blow on him as well.

Now that she had a vessel once more, along with the money and cargo from the ship’s previous denizens, Sirine was ready to start her life once more. She wasn’t going to be a fool and try something ambitious like with her first boat. Instead, she and Bakih started after small marks. Making sure to keep their features disguised with the use of scarves and turbans, they plundered small little boats, leaving them intact but empty of septims. Not particularly enjoying taking lives, the owner and meager crews would be left to live unless they caused a stir. Continuing in this manner for a few years, Sirine soon had enough septims to hire recruits willing to join her ventures. She was still rather cautious of heading after bigger marks, but with more people on her side, she soon had her brother’s ship as a goal for the future.

Alas, that was a goal that would never come to pass with the coming of the dwemer. Caught off guard like the rest of Tamriel, Sirine had made plans for her and her crew to escape at night and perhaps head in Cyrodiil’ direction. However, any such attempts were immediately foiled as soon as the ship started out of port. With the dwemer’s weapons, it was no hard task to turn the ship into floating driftwood. Sirine had managed to save herself by jumping overboard and swimming underwater to the shore. Of course, she hadn’t realized Bakih had not followed behind her until she reached the sandy beach. Wrought with anger and grief, she returned to Gilane, wet and bedraggled, coin less and alone. Once more she found herself having to work in a tavern, pouring drinks and when forced to, turning tricks. 

Her mind was focused though. Her brother was either dead or imprisoned, and whoever was responsible would pay for taking away the only person she cared about.

[B]Personality:[/B] If there's a word that could be used to describe Sirine, it would be jaded. The life experiences she has gone through have taught her that no one really wishes good for another person without wanting something in return. Her expectations from people are so low that unless she knows them better than herself, she will always be paranoid and mistrust them to a certain degree, believing that whatever positive work they’re up to is obviously to better their own station in life.  Not that she actually shows all the thoughts hidden behind her eyes. Before others she puts up a front, a mask that would more likely fool a person into thinking she was earnest and actually giving a damn about them. The only exception to this cynical stance on life is her little brother Bakih. The one person she can truly say she loves, the Imperial Redguard is very protective of him and will do almost anything to keep him safe and sound. 

She isn’t reckless though. One thing in particular that Sirine prides herself in is remaining focused and thinking ahead about the big picture. Acting impulsively and not giving matters enough thought was what had turned her life into such a turmoil, and the last thing that she wants is to be stung by the same damn hole of misfortune again. She is the sort of person who will lay out in writing all that she she wants done, whether it’s a business contract, how much money she has made in a day, or a list of chores that need to be done before the sun sets. She has a very methodical way of doing things and does not really appreciate the ‘go with the flow’ mentality and simply winging things.

Despite the fact that [i]she[/i] doesn’t trust anyone, it can be said that others see her as someone who is honest in her dealings, a hard worker who will put her mind and body in what she has to do at the moment in hand. Just because she is a pirate does not mean she will be like her brothers and cheat her partners out of their money. An honest pirate seems a bit an oxymoron, but Sirine manages to portray that, and before the dwemer had destroyed what she had rebuilt of her life, even the more sourly of those she dealt with knew she was somebody they wouldn’t have to fear for their lives with- unless they brought it upon themselves. 

Whether at sea or working in a seedy tavern, one thing that that doesn’t quite leave Sirine is her desire to look tidy. Despite not owning much at the moment in way of clothes, she makes sure to keep herself looking neat and well put together. People judge others by the way they look and the effort they put in their upkeep; she wishes for the world to know that they can trust her, whether it be in a business dealing involving septims, or a tankard being filled with ale.
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