[hider Relyssa Deserine] [center][h2]Relyssa Deserine[/h2][/center] [center][sub] 30 [b]|[/b] ♀ [b]|[/b] Daggerfall, High Rock [b]|[/b] Breton [sup]_______________________________________________[/sup] [i]Merchant, Healer, Business Woman[/i] [sup]_______________________________________________[/sup] Intelligence (Major) Personality (Minor)[/sub][/center] [Center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/301102343292715012/676975774875779072/623cd0b862d8ec18c2cdf0f63dd9e4e8.jpg[/img][/center] [center][b][sub]══════ A P P E A R A N C E ══════[/sub][/b][/center] [indent]Relyssa is short of height, standing at approximately 5’2, although most would never know this, as she is just about always wearing an impressive heel, or will remain seated in new company - always managing to find high ground to those she invites to her company. Her figure is lean but unmistakably feminine, with a willowy waist and generous hips. She is well aware of the effect that her shape has on people, often using it to her advantage by emphasising a sway in her hips, stretching a leg a certain way, or playing with her collar just so, smiling in the most inviting way that she can. Unlike the rest of her body, her lips stand out with their fullness, and that they are most always painted in an eye-catching colour, sat over perfectly straight teeth. She has a round, soft face, with high cheekbones. Her ears have that slight signature pointed tip and her eyebrows are arched - both signal to her Elvish ancestry. Relyssa’s eyes are the centre point of her face. They are the cold and unforgiving grey blue of an ocean, flecked with waves of silver and black around the iris. They are maelstroms. Striking and infamous, rarely will she look upon a stranger, particularly one she deems inferior to herself. Her eyes are the poisonous jab that can invoke fear in one instance and break through it with charm the next. Framed by well groomed and arched brows slightly darker than her hair, they are the windows into her soul if one can stand to maintain eye contact with her for long enough to find it. Almost as unique as her eyes, is her recognisable hair. Worn in long, soft waves, the ash blonde shines like strands of silver in the sunlight. Relyssa is impeccably groomed at all times, never a hair out of place, never a crease in her clothing that wasn’t intended to be there.Her living quarters and workspaces are as pristine as she is, with everything in their rightful, designated space. Her signature scent is lavender, daisy, and snowberry. A scent that she formulates herself and carries with her at all times. She is as vain as you would expect her to be, showing great concern to stay clean, neat, and beautiful at all times. She has no qualms about directing her attention to the nearest mirror in conversation. Casual attire has absolutely no place in her wardrobe, even the clothing she wears on a rare expedition is fancy. [/indent] [center][b][sub]═══════ P E R S O N A L I T Y ══════[/sub][/b][/center] [indent] One would be foolish to write off Relyssa as a weak woman by her size, figure, and propensity for vanity. While she can not swing a sword, or tame Destruction magic to harm her enemies, it does not mean there is not a ferocious strength hidden within her. Her words are the weapons she wields fearlessly, and she is as dexterous and unforgiving in speech as the most powerful fencer is with her sword. She is completely confident in herself and at a glance seems to profess no virtues beyond self interest - traits which can come across as intimidating to some, and admirable to others. It takes resilience, courage, and perseverance to be successful in the two fields that Relyssa has chosen. Those who have doubted her along the way did not deter her from her ambitious path, they merely played a hand in carving her into the woman that she is today. She is incredibly shrewd, manipulative, and calculating in order to get what she wants, and hides her real truth almost too easily. Relyssa is intelligent, and she is able to weigh people up on the fly, sensing just enough about them to decipher how she should act. This is a well defined skill she developed from an early age, and inherited from her father, Alastaire. Every interaction that she has is pre-calculated, motivated, and for her own gain - to take her one step closer to her goals. When she becomes more comfortable around people, she will begin to drop her initial honey-sweet and fake facade, allowing occasional glimpses of a softer personality, and a somewhat strangely endearing snobbishness to appear. Throughout her life, Relyssa has only met a small handful of individuals who have been able to really get past the walls she has so cunningly built around herself. These are usually the people who call her out on her schemes, and are the very few who see through her snark, sarcasm, and beyond her mask. Ultimately, Relyssa is on her own journey to fulfill her desire to gain power and riches beyond that of normal men, she wants her name to be in books - she wants to be remembered. To live as a mere peasant? She would rather die. [/indent] [center][b][sub]═══════ H I S T O R Y ══════[/sub][/b][/center] [indent] Born in 4E175 as the only daughter of Alastaire and Elayne Deserine, Relyssa’s opulent life was destined from the start - there would be no humble beginnings for this Heiress. Both parents were masters of their respective craft - her father an incredible merchant and trader of Nirn’s antiquities, and her mother a respected and sought-after tailor and dressmaker for High Rock nobility. Despite a passionate liking for the finer things, especially clothing, the young girl demonstrated little interest in the making of garments - turning her nose at the needle and thread during her lessons, while many her age would relish the opportunity to be mentored in the art by Elayne Deserine, for Relyssa, it was simply too close to home and so she had no interest whatsoever. Much to her father's joy, however, he found that his daughter’s interest was in adventure. At night, he would read stories to his daughter of Nirn’s greatest heroes, and tease her with tales of secrets and legends of incredible treasures that lay scattered across the realm. His theatrical storytelling captured her interest, and left a desperate hunger within her to seek out such treasures. During one memorable day, her Father was holding a golden crown that he had procured for a Lord to present to his Lady somewhere in High Rock. She wasn't really listening, she was too transfixed by the shimmering diamonds set into the crown. Everything fell silent when she gazed upon the treasure. Nothing compared to when she actually held it in her hands. She felt an immediate sense of power and superiority. Her eyes were big as she stared at it, seeing her reflection in the rows of flawless diamonds... She wanted nothing more than to have dozens of these crowns for herself. Alastaire had to prize it from her hands and in that moment that is was snatched from her grasp she felt an emptiness inside. Relyssa didn’t care what she had to do, how many people she had to climb over and stomp on to get it, she was going to have treasures like this of her own one day. This desire carried her into her early adulthood as she diligently studied up on her history and politics. It was no use though, being a scholar wouldn’t bring her closer to that which she desired - she needed a real craft, and a valuable one... Despite her studies and obvious ambition, eventually her parents were beginning to grow tired of their spoilt daughter. The two concocted a scheme in an attempt to push her from the nest and help her decide the next steps of her path. One disastrous marriage proposal plot later, and Relyssa had taken her life into her hands, and headed off to study with a local Synod Chapter in Daggerfall. Love and men were a distraction - not to mention that her given suitor was… [i]Less than desirable[/i]. As a wife, Relyssa would have to share her fortune and belongings with a husband, a husband who was not nearly as intelligent, ambitious, or as attractive as she was. It simply wouldn’t do, and so she took up the time-consuming and studious art of curative and restorative magic. To her surprise, she was a natural at it and to her parents' even greater surprise, it brought out a softer side of their daughter that they didn’t know existed. Relyssa demonstrated a rare gift for the magic, picking up spells with ease, and her own outside study of non-magical medicine only seemed to fall hand-in-hand with the magical practice. It wasn’t long at all until she felt she had learned all that she could from the Synod. It was around that time, that Relyssa knew it was now or never to embark on the adventures she had so often dreamed of, with a bittersweet farewell, she left her home of High Rock to attend the College of Winterhold in Skyrim to study her chosen discipline even further. During her time as an apprentice of the College, she faced teasing from her brutish peers for sticking solely to Restorative magic. This made her choose a secondary discipline of magic to study and she chose Conjuration - even if she never particularly paid attention. She made a friend of sorts in Collete Marence at the College, although Collete did find her off putting and brash - and could sense that Relyssa's ulterior motives were not so squeaky clean. She was clearly very talented at her craft, and intelligent too, and it's not as if young mages were flocking to the College in droves to learn how to be healers, so Collete continued to mentor her, trying her best to teach the Breton to be softer, more honest, more sincere. As with her growing boredom of the Synod, Relyssa got bored of the libraries and four walls of the College after a spell. She grew tired of the bitter cold, the terribly plain food, and the putrid smells which wafted through the corridors and congregated in her chamber of all places. She began to dream of practicing her magic out in the field, going on adventures and making gold. With the blessing of Colette Marence, she left the College to travel the rest of Skyrim. Adventurers didn't pay her all that much for her magic, nor did they ever seem to want to share the spoils. She had to think of something else. She had to take matters into her own hands when those she traveled with didn't get any injuries for her to heal or even want to split anything with her. After all, if she didn't have to patch someone up then she definitely wouldn't be getting paid... During Skyrim’s Civil War, Relyssa found herself amongst the aftermath of dragon attacks rather frequently. She would come across the bodies of the burnt. The sight of their armour that had melded to their skin gave them the appearance of steel men, of crumbled statues. There was nothing she could do help them. Some of the scenes she witnessed absolutely traumatised her, giving her an intense fear of fire and flames. She kept this a secret from those she met for fear of showing any weakness and vulnerability, and still does. It was these events that tainted Skyrim for her, witnessing the carnage and aftermath of Dragon attacks in 4E201 that left an incredibly sour taste in her mouth for the wilds of the province. She’d witnessed so much pain and bloodshed that she knew she needed a break from it. It seemed that her dreams of adventure, and finding treasures and priceless artefacts were just that — the delusional daydreams of someone who didn’t know any better, simple romanticizations. The best way then, to find herself amongst that which she desired would be to return home and learn from her father, and simply push herself harder than he ever did… She returned to Daggerfall and spent the next four years working as a Merchant with her father, Alastairee. Here, she was able to spend quality time with her parents and learn skills that she hadn’t used before - in particular her speechcraft. As with her study of magic, the study of merchant work came naturally to her, and she worked on her hours than her father had expected. Always trying to improve and better herself. At the same time, she continued to practice as a healer in the back room of her father’s shop - trading the taverns of Skyrim for something more comfortable and permanent, and the battle bloodied-nords for posh Breton’s with naught but grazed knees and minor illnesses. It wasn’t long until her greediness and power-hungry nature got the better of her, and she started working behind Alastairee’s back to procure more dangerous items. Hiring mercenary groups to do the dirty work for her and deliver her artifacts, forbidden tomes, and enchanted weapons. The dirty work eventually led her to Evermore, and her need to hire led her to Gustav and his ‘Used Sundries’. Following her leads, and the chirps of her little birds she had tracked down a priceless piece of jewellery that had belonged to her family. With the help of her network, and with the help of Alim Blackmoor — Relyssa successfully stole back the ‘Lover’s Knot’, but not easily… As with many Breton events, it was not without it’s drama and the two barely escaped with their lives. When all had died down, and the excitement of the heist had spilled over, Relyssa and Alim shared a brief moment of passion… Now, she heads for Wayrest having made herself a business associate of sorts with Gustav. What lies in wait is anyone’s guess, but suddenly this adventure doesn’t feel quite like her delusions of the past…[/indent] [SUB][b]▼ S K I L L S[/b][/sub] [sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► [b]Restoration[/b] - [abbr=Fast Healing, Close Wounds, Greater Ward, Healing Hands, Heal Other, Grand Healing ]Expert[/abbr] ► [b]Medicine[/b] - [abbr=Non-magical methods of healing. Advanced ‘first aid’ - alternative methods; meditation, yoga, massage, herbs and potion administering, identifying wounds, advanced knowledge of Tamrielic diseases.]Adept[/abbr] ► [b]Alchemy[/b] - [abbr=Healing tonics, potions, poultices. Basic potions of stamina/magicka. Utility potions. Non-harmful.]Adept[/abbr] ► [b]Speechcraft[/b] - [abbr=Mercantile bullshit.]Adept[/abbr] ► [b]Conjuration[/b] - [abbr=Conjure Familiar]Adept[/abbr] ► [b]Lockpicking[/b] - [abbr=Can pick easy locks, practiced when trying o sneak into the library of the College.]Novice[/abbr] ► [b]Dual-Wield[/b] - [abbr=Handy in a pinch with a dagger in each hand, hidden up a sleeve and out of site, from behind a disarming smile.]Novice[/abbr] [/sup] [SUB][b]▼ T A C T I C S[/b][/sub] [sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Ideally, Relyssa will not have to fight - having successfully charmed her way out of a situation with diplomacy. When all else fails, however... Relyssa is an incredibly skilled healer who has developed her own methods using lesser known techniques like meditation and deliberate breathing to be precise in her control of her Magicka. Despite her greed surrounding much of her motivations as a healer - she takes incredible pride in her work and will never let anyone leave with a scar or without being in the finest health. She is arrogant in her abilities too, she knows that she is the best at what she does and has the skills to back it up - and she will let you know that too. She will stay out of the line of fire, retreating to the back and giving out Wards to those in front. In dire circumstances she will conjure her familiar, the Wolf, who acts in tune with her emotions. If she is scared, the Wolf will be far more aggressive and direct in its attack, if she is hurt or injured it will move to a position of strong defense. As well as her conjuration, she carries on her person spell scrolls of Destruction for situations in a pinch. She would have people believe otherwise, however. That they are to sell and make a profit from.[/sup] [SUB][b]▼ W E A K N E S S E S[/b][/sub] [sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► [b]Physically Weak[/b] - [abbr=Relyssa is by no means a fit and strong woman. She has never needed to be, with the ability to manipulate others into taking on responsibilities for her. She cannot fight against enemies in a way that a trained fighter can. She has daggers for desperate situations, but she prefers to never have to be in a desperate situation. Such low strength also means that Relyssa’s stamina leaves little to be desired. She is barely athletic and so can be outrun by pretty much anyone. ]Not a fighter...[/abbr] ► [b]Real Fears[/b] - [abbr= She has a phobia of wild fire, and will shrink in the face of destruction mages and be unable to act - reminders of Dragon attacks hold many traumatic memories for her. She can sit around a campfire, and feels safe by a hearthfire - but fire Magicka scares her terribly.]Pyrophobia[/abbr] ► [b]Seven Deadly Sins[/b] - [abbr=Relyssa is the very definition of Pride. She is entirely preoccupied with herself and would cut off her nose to spite her face. She is incredibly vain, and will opt to forgo armour and practical clothing if she can get away with it.]Pride before a fall[/abbr] ► [b]Abusive[/b] - [abbr=She’s a gossip, basically. Her words will often come back to bite her, and yet she continues to play people - it’s in her nature. But she will often have to face the consequences of her mind games. Such a personality trait means she can have difficulty forming genuine relationships and being trusted by others.]Such a big mouth...[/abbr] [/sup] [SUB][b]▼ R EL A T I O N S & A F F I L I A T I O N S[/b][/sub] [sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► [b]Alastaire and Elayne Deserine - Parents - Alive[/b] ► [b]Collete Marence and The College of Winterhold - Ex-Student [/b] [/sup] [SUB][b]▼ E Q U I P M E N T[/b][/sub] [sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► [b]Stylish leather satchel[/b] ► [b]Journal, quill, ink, and rolls of parchment[/b] ► [b]2 small steel daggers[/b] ► [b]2 potions of minor restoration, 1 of minor magicka[/b] ► [b]1 ea of scrolls; Chain Lightning, Lightning Bolt[/b] ► [b]Amulet of Speech, silver ruby ring, ruby headpiece[/b] ► [b]The Lover’s Knot[/b] ► [b]Alchemy journal and recipe book[/b] ► [b]Cloth pouch of various dried flowers, lavender sprigs, and blue mountain flower petal[/b] ► [b]Coin purse; over two-hundred septims[/b] ► [b]Dried Meat and Fruit Selection[/b] ► [b]Bottle of Alto Wine[/b][/sup] [SUB][b]▼ C L O T H I N G & A R M O U R[/b][/sub] [sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► [b]Casual[/b]: [i]A deep violet boned sleeveless jacket of embroidered jacquard streaked with golden thread. Worn with a pair of gold and cream cropped trousers. A ruby amulet around her neck, and a headpiece with a ruby set into the centre. A pair of two-pronged heeled metal sandals that would be entirely impractical for anything other than indoor work.[/i] ► [b]Armour[/b]: [i]A black tunic dress held in place by a thick leather belted corset, with a fringing over the short skirt to cover her thighs. The dress is worn off the shoulder, but has long sleeves tucked into gloves. Leather thigh high boots complete the simple look.[/i][/sup] [/hider]