[center][sub][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NkEW5LJKzL8][ [b]m o o d m u s i c[/b] ][/url][/sub][/center] [hider=Yse] [color=#C82222][CENTER][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190819/cea11973db5480d8db29d52f5986221c.png[/img] [color=gray][sub][i]“I buy and sell adventure at a high price.”[/i][/sub][/color][/CENTER] [table][row][/row][row][cell][center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/564x/93/af/86/93af86911aff58477412e3d1c8b20779.jpg[/img] [color=#807B84][sup]_______________________________________________[/sup][/color] [sub][COLOR=SILVER]Yseline Lelles [color=#807B84][sup]_______________________________________________________________[/sup][/color] 29 [color=#807B84][b]|[/b][/color] ♀ [color=#807B84][b]|[/b][/color] Breton [color=#807B84][sup]_______________________________________________________________[/sup][/color] Merchant [color=#807B84][b]|[/b][/color] Adventurer [color=#807B84][b]|[/b][/color] Spellsword [color=#807B84][sup]_______________________________________________________________[/sup][/color][/COLOR][/sub][/center] [hider=][indent][sub][b]▼ B A S I C S[/b][/SUB] [sup][color=#807B84]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/color] [COLOR=SILVER]► [B]Height[/B][COLOR=#807B84] - 5'6"[/COLOR] ► [b]Weight[/b][COLOR=#807B84] - 125 lbs[/COLOR] ► [b]Build[/b][COLOR=#807B84] - Athletic[/COLOR] ► [b]Hair Colour[/b][COLOR=#807B84] - Red[/COLOR] ► [b]Eye Colour[/b][COLOR=#807B84] - Hazel[/COLOR] ► [b]Origin[/b][COLOR=#807B84] - Anvil, Cyrodiil[/COLOR] ► [b]Sign[/b][COLOR=#807B84] - The Lord[/COLOR][/COLOR][/SUP] [color=#2e2c2c]-[/color][/indent][/hider] [hider=][indent][sub][b]▼ A T T R I B U T E S[/b][/SUB] [sup][color=#807B84]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/color] [COLOR=SILVER]► [B]Alchemy[/B][COLOR=#807B84] - Adept[/COLOR] ► [B]Alteration Magic[/B][COLOR=#807B84] - Adept[/COLOR] ► [B]Athletics[/B][COLOR=#807B84] - Novice[/COLOR] ► [B]Enchanting[/B][COLOR=#807B84] - Novice[/COLOR] ► [B]Lockpicking[/B][COLOR=#807B84] - Adept[/COLOR] ► [B]One-Handed[/B][COLOR=#807B84] - Adept[/COLOR] ► [B]Sneak[/B][COLOR=#807B84] - Novice[/COLOR] ► [B]Speech[/B][COLOR=#807B84] - Adept[/COLOR][/COLOR][/SUP] [color=#2e2c2c]-[/color][/indent][/hider] [hider=][indent][sub][b]▼ I N V E N T O R Y[/b][/sub] [sup][color=#807B84]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/color] [COLOR=SILVER]► [b]Armor[/b][COLOR=#807B84] - Simple clothes with hard leather adjustments, weighs her down a little but if her magic isn't working, she's glad she has armor of any kind.[/COLOR][/COLOR] [COLOR=SILVER]► [b]Weapons[/b][COLOR=#807B84] - Nothing too fancy. A well-kept steel arming sword of imperial design and two daggers, one silver and one steel.[/COLOR][/COLOR] [COLOR=SILVER]► [b]Coinpurse[/b][COLOR=#807B84] - A simple cloth coinpurse holding enough coins to amount to sixty-five septims.[/COLOR][/COLOR] [COLOR=SILVER]► [b]Misc. Items[/b][COLOR=#807B84] - A waterskin and light backpack appear most present. Items within include a herb pouch, trail rations, a mortar & pestle, one handful of lockpicks, and a journal that contains unorganized stories, phrases, recipes, drawings, and things that catch the author's eye.[/COLOR][/COLOR] [/sup] [SUB][b]▼ S P E L L B O O K[/b][/sub] [sup][color=#807B84]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/color] [COLOR=SILVER]► [b]Detect Life[/b][/COLOR] [COLOR=SILVER]► [b]Ironflesh[/b][/COLOR] [COLOR=SILVER]► [b]Magelight[/b][/COLOR] [COLOR=SILVER]► [b]Telekinesis[/b][/COLOR] [COLOR=SILVER]► [b]Transmute[/b][/COLOR] [COLOR=SILVER]► [b]Waterbreathing[/b][/COLOR][/SUP] [color=#2e2c2c]-[/color][/indent][/hider] [/cell][cell][b][sub]D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E[/sub][/b] [color=#807B84][indent][i]Where does one begin with Yseline Lelles? A young woman of her late twenties. Born under the sign known as The Lord. Cyrodiilic Breton. Anvil native, though she hasn’t seen Anvil in many years. This would be her first voyage back since she begrudgingly started representing the family business in the frozen north. Physically describing Yseline is quite simple. She is a young Breton woman with long, frayed red hair and a warmer complexion due to her years of constant travel and brokerage. She stands a little taller over other Breton women, standing at a height that is a few inches past the general approximation of racial standards. Long past her childhood where she was afford fine gifts and finer prospects, Yseline has taken to her lifestyle as a traveler quite well. Her hair is tied into a loose, rough tail-knot, and her eyes of auburn have not faded into gray-browns quite yet. Her figure is athletic from a lean diet and the constant wear-and-tear of traveling beaten roads and weathered galleys. When it comes to attire, Yseline isn’t one to paint a target on the back on her head. Excess jewelry, expensive finery, and other such things gather too much attention. Her equipment is paired with simple clothes, leather, and northern furs to stave off the cold, northern winds. This is not to say she isn’t flexible. She knows which cities afford certain fashions and what fashions get you places. Meeting with a Thalmor merchant in rags will not get you a good deal, for example. The only thing signifying some particular value is an amulet she has grown fond of and a family signet ring she keeps tucked away for business transactions. [/i][/indent][/color] [/cell][/row][/table][color=#2e2c2c]---[/color][b][sub]P E R S O N A L I T Y[/sub][/b] [INDENT][color=#807B84][i]Yseline Lelles has always been a wayfarer, a survivalist with a heart full of adventure and wants. Whilst growing up on the shores of Anvil, she has looked to sky for answers since she was old enough to walk. After all, Anvil was not a very interesting place. Oftentimes she would find herself traveling to Daggerfall, Taneth, Leyawiin, and the Imperial City. Her father had kept her close to his chest, like a treasure hunter holding onto a flawless diamond. Perhaps it was these ventures that inspired Yseline to explore beyond her reach, seeking to never settle for life in dreary Anvil; or maybe it was her father’s incessant need to keep eyes on her like a hawk, fearful that he’d lose her like he lost her mother. Whichever the case may be, Yseline became a woman forged by interest of opportunity and interest of the unknown. She garnered a few physical and psychological scars on the way, but as far as the normal person can tell, Yseline appears as undamaged as an adolescent child. This is, however, far from the truth. Yseline in all of her goodness, curiosity, and adventurousness has done and seen things that have shaped her soul. This is not to say her moral centre or optimistic worldview is a façade, but rather that in the last five-or-so years she has had doubts about herself and of what she’s capable of withstanding. The red-haired Breton’s greatest flaw is not her unending belief in goodness, but rather her harshness on herself and her choices in life. In the past, there had been times where she never believed she was capable of anything but understanding, forgiveness, and kindness. But after she did some… questionable decisions she has found herself coaxing nightmares, extreme anxiety, and a lacking of spiritual focus. She has looked to questionable sources for answers, sought out faith-healing of her soul, and generally found herself tipping on the edge of denial and repression. The end result of this repression, anxiety, and self-criticism is a woman who believes everyone is inherently good except for maybe herself. Her philosophy is clearly inconsistent due to her guilt, but she’s still here and she has a purpose to keep moving forward. Even if going forward in her current state has her flirting with alcoholism, fantasy, and deflective sarcasm, in the end, it appears that a proper coping mechanism is a hard thing to sell to Lelles’ Quality Merchandise.[/i] [/color][/INDENT] [color=#2e2c2c]---[/color][b][sub]H I S T O R Y[/sub][/b] [color=#807B84][INDENT][i]For as long as Yseline Lelles can remember, she has known the city of Anvil like the back of her hand. For the majority of her childhood, it was her home and the place where she learned the majority of her life lessons for better or worse. Yseline’s father, Ambnean Lelles, is the owner of the mercantile establishment known as Lelles’ Quality Merchandise. The business enterprise itself is an old and proven one dating back since the Oblivion Crisis struck Cyrodiil over two-hundred years ago. By the time Yseline’s generation came to Anvil, the business had expanded and turned it into one of the most, if not [i]the[/i] most, prominent mercantile businesses in Western Cyrodiil. This afforded Ambnean and his wife, Safila, the boon of a large family that would come to include six children with Yseline as the youngest. Though, when Yseline was only four years old, Safila was killed while visiting her family in [abbr=see: Skooma Wars of 4E 188]Bravil[/abbr]. The aftermath of her mother’s untimely death was not kind to the traders of Bravil. Yseline’s father immediately withdrew all trade from Bravil out of spite and looked upon as skooma as a item that had no economical or moral value on the free market. His stance on skooma and the city of Bravil would have long-lasting consequences that have been unspoken of for the entirety of Yseline’s childhood. Though, that’s not to say there weren’t other more challenging issues throughout Yseline’s childhood. Yseline, as the only daughter of her parent’s union, lacked any sort of conventional female role model in her life and her father had grown to be quite paranoid and obsessive to the point where he had become increasingly more protective and authoritative, often lauding over Yseline like she was his property to be hoarded and kept from the sight of thieves and charlatans. This would wane with time, though her father would always treat her like she was made of glass. Growing up without guidance from her mother was a challenge for Yseline, especially considering the fact that her father trusted few enough people to help guide and educate her. Her interest in sorcery and hero-adventurers troubled him, but confining her to his estate in Anvil only afforded so much and he was not surprised stories captivated her imagination. It would be these stories that influenced Yseline’s ideals of faith, dignity, honor, and kindness. They were only heightened when one of her brothers, Mebein, returned from a journey in Bruma with sword in hand. Mebein, the middle child of the family, had decided he wanted nothing to do with the family business and decided to help the people of Cyrodiil solve their problems. This would be the first of many visits where Mebein would excite Yseline’s imagination with stories of protecting caravans, dueling bandits, and hunting for treasure. His exploits as well as the guidance of her other brothers would come to be hallmarks of how Yseline saw the world and the people in it. Lacking a world with her mother seemed far less significant when she had five brothers to guide her in times of confusion. Though, not all of her brothers had good habits to teach Yseline. Whilst Mebein was the adventurer, Noran was the charlatan and instigator. For Yaric and Yseline, the two youngest, Noran was the one person to show the limits of their father’s patience. When Yseline complained about her father locking her in her room, it was Noran who gave her a lockpick and taught her how to use it. When Yseline lamented about her lack of freedom, he was the one who encouraged her to create her own. This encouragement of behavior created a constant battle between Yseline and her father and eventually she realized how far her father would go to make a point. After she was caught breaking out of her room the response was as extreme as her father could create. Before Yseline knew it she was on the first voyage from Anvil to Rivenspire, a place where Ambnean’s cousin, Agrane Lelles, could keep an eye on her. Surprisingly enough, the life she was sentenced to in Rivenspire was not as terrible as she thought it would be. Agrane, as stern and condescending as he was, actually seemed more concerned about Yseline to stay out of trouble rather than loom over her like a dragon and its hoard. Seeing she had interest in magic, Agrane offered investment in her studies as long as she remained obedient. One thing led to another and she found herself a student in one of Rivenspire’s many magical institutions—a place where she could learn alchemy, magic, and finally understand who she wanted to be, or at the very least give her the chance to try to. While she bemoaned being separated from Yaric, the youngest of her brothers and one she was closest with due to their close proximity of age, there was a silver lining in that she could finally stop being treated like a caged bird for the first time in her life. Yseline’s magical tutelage bore success, though not overnight. As luck would have it, the young Breton had the interest for magic but lacked the same intellect of her peers. Testing at the bottom of the class for several years in a row didn’t make Yseline happy and the mockery that came with it was exhausting to deal with, though Yseline never saw it more as playful teasing of her peers. She kept trying and exerted the necessary effort, studying twice as hard as anyone else to try to put recipes to memory—writing them down in a way only she really understood. As a result, her notes often were messy, disjointed, and unruly; but they were also successful. While lacking prodigal talent or innate memory, somehow by the time Yseline was nearing her nineteenth year she grasped potioncrafting and alteration magic to a respectable level. She was no expert, but she had achieved something she had longed for: identity and respect of her friends at the school. Several weeks later, after contemplating another year of study in Rivenspire, she received a letter; a letter that immediately caused her to suspend her place in Rivenspire and rush to the nearest harbor to return to Anvil as soon as she possibly could. The reason for this, of course, was a familial urgency. A gathering was requested of the immediate Lelles family, a gathering of celebration and mourning. A funeral. The letter was vague, so Yseline could not know the context of who had died. She feared the worst for her father who at this point in his life was brittle and battling a lifetime of stress and grief. This fear would not be realized however, as when the nineteen-year-old arrived in Anvil some time later she discovered it was not her father Ambnean who had died, but her brother Mebein. The brother who had inspired her imagination as a girl with stories of sorcery and adventure. Mebein, the bandit-hunter. Cut short in the prime of his life. A tragedy Yseline was not certain she knew how to comprehend at first, but as she would eventually learn, life in Tamriel tends to rarely make sense. It was at the celebration of Mebein’s life that Yseline learned that the family was in a strange place in her absence. Noran was serving time in the Imperial Prison for trying to steal something that belonged to someone important, Yaric had convinced their father to start a branch of the family business in Skyrim, Georan had devoted his life to the divines, and Belenric was practically ready to take over the family’s responsibilities. With Mebein dead, it seemed there was a lot to take in. Yseline was saddened by the revelation of Mebein’s death, but at the same time she knew that Mebein would want her to be happy—to remember that he died as he wanted to live and that the most important thing in life was to stay positive. It was such remembrance that Yseline felt inspired to follow in his shadow yet follow it mindfully. It has been ten years since that day. Yseline has changed, though ultimately she is still the same optimistic, morally upright girl she was. Life as an adventurer and part-time merchant has treated her well, though some say the divines have blessed her with more luck than she has ever deserved. In the last few months she has taken to visiting her brother, Yaric, who resides in Solitude operating the business he started a few months after Mebein’s death. However, on one afternoon, it appears the ill fortune of the men in the Lelles family has struck again. Yaric has disappeared without mention—an uncharacteristic trait of his. Upon asking around Yaric’s group of friends in Solitude and investigating as she had done in the past with other cases, she discovered that a man matching his description left for “Cyrodiil”. It’s strange, things don’t exactly add up, but Yseline doesn’t want to lose another brother if she can help it. It’s time to return to Anvil. [/i] [/INDENT][/color] [color=#2e2c2c]---[/color][b][sub]R E G R E T[/sub][/b] [color=#807B84][INDENT][i]Yseline is not an evil person. She believes that everyone on Tamriel is inherently good and that circumstances have twisted them into being not-good. Everyone can be redeemed. This belief got herself and a few associates of hers captured by a group of cannibals in The Reach. She’s not completely sure, how she got from point-a to point-b, but it happened. Her bad reading of the situation led to people who had families, friends, and hopes to effectively die. The worst part of it all was when Yseline picked the lock of the cell entrapping herself and others, she found herself in a situation where she had to choose: her life or theirs. She didn’t just abandon them, she used them as a distraction. This action has been weighing on her since it happened, creating a dark spot on her soul. She now constantly doubts her goodness and wonders how she could be redeemed when there is something inside her that is selfish and cruel. The young breton woman sometimes stirs awake from her nightmares and wonders if she should’ve sacrificed herself to let everyone go free. She wonders what it would be like if she just jumped off the edge of Haafingar—how long it’d take for her to stop remembering. That is Yseline Lelles's greatest regret.[/i] [/INDENT][/color] [color=#2e2c2c]---[/color][b][sub]G O A L[/sub][/b] [color=#807B84][INDENT][i]Ultimately, Yseline’s goal is to find her brother, Yaric. Most tell the red-haired woman that her beloved sibling is probably dead. However, Yseline doesn’t deal in cynicism or pessimism. As an optimist, she believes that Yaric is alive-and-well, just that he doesn’t want to be found. Why he doesn’t want to be found is a large question that Yseline has yet to find the answer for, but its out there, or so she hopes. Her most recent clues, or assortment of clues, suggests she follow the trail from Solitude to Anvil. But why would Yaric return to their childhood home without mention or note? Something's fishy... [/i] [/INDENT][/color] [color=#2e2c2c]-[/color][hr][color=#2e2c2c]-A Template by Load Wraith[/color][/COLOR] [/hider]