[hider=Nimriell 'Lil Green' Briarwood]
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[i][h3]better known as 'Green' or 'Lil Green'[/h3][/i]

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[h3][i]Bosmer ~ Female ~ 42
Reaper's March/Malabal Tor, Valenwood ~ The Warrior[/i][/h3][/center]

[B]Appearance[/B]: Despite being smaller than most people in a room, Nimriell carries herself with confidence and authority, often with a smile on her lips and a determined spark in her eyes.  A little shorter than the average female Bosmer, she stands at a proud 5 feet tall, with a toned and wiry body though still soft and curved where it matters. Her skin is naturally tanned, and living the vagabond lifestyle has accounted for the sprinkle of freckles on her nose and cheeks. Those are often overlooked due the face marking she paints under her striking silver eyes and the sides of her face, in hopes to look more like her adoptive khajiiti family. 

Another poignant feature that stands out are the small antlers that protrude from her temples and gracefully curl back into two points, resting just above her head. Her hair, once a dark brown now has an auburn tinge, once more due to constant exposure to the sun. Reaching her shoulders, it ranges from messy on most days to combed back when she puts an effort into looking good.

Lil Green lives up to her nickname, which is clear for all to see with the forest greens and browns that she prefers to don, sometimes with a little added blue here and there. She prefers to dress for practicality and comfort, and oftentimes her outfits consist of both khajiiti and bosmer mix of clothings. 


 [B]Equipment[/B]:
-Bow and quiver of arrows
-Medium leather armour
-Rucksack which contains:
Mortar and pestle with various alchemical ingredients stored in pouches in a pack
-thin blanket
-Dried fruits, nuts, meat and other non perishables
-A couple of changes of clothes
-A small wooden carving that is supposedly Baan Dar, given to her by her elder adoptive brother

[B]Family and Associates:[/B]
Ri’Jasha - Adoptive father (deceased)
Ko’Rani - Adoptive mother (deceased)
Do’Harir - Adoptive elder brother


[B]Favoured Skills[/B]:
[i]Major:[/i]
Archery
Acrobatics
[i]Moderate:[/i]
Alchemy
Stealth
Athletics
[i]Novice:[/i]
Provisioning

[B]History[/B]: Nimriell (better known as Green or Lil Green by friends and family) was born in Reaper's March, though she had not stayed there long enough for her to personally consider that her homeland. Her parents had been travelling away from the arid land with a family of Baandari peddlars, and with the same goal of Malabal Tor in mind the two families became allies in the treacherous journey as well as friends, sharing food, stories and campfires at night. It was unfortunate that a couple of days before crossing the border to what they hoped was greener pastures, that the group were preyed upon by highway bandits at night. Attacks like these were nothing uncommon, yet for those affected, it was rather tragic. Nimriell lost both her parents, and the Baandari family suffered losses as well, the family of five now whittled down to three- Ri’Jasha the Ohmes Raht, his wife Ko’Rani, a Cathay, and their eleven year old son Harir, a Senche Raht who was already taller and heftier than both his parents. Their two youngest, a six year old Alfiq and an infant who was barely the size of a kitten, were trampled in the ambush and died instantly.

Naturally Ri’Jasha and Ko’Rani were devastated- they had eventually bested the bandits with the help of Harir, but at what cost? The two Khajiit didn’t wish to stay there longer than they had to, but didn’t quite wish to leave the bodies of their children and friends for the wildlife to pull apart. When the sun rose, they dug shallow graves and constructed a cairn from whatever stones they found nearby. It was then that they realized there was another survivor wriggling under one of the nearly collapsed tents the Bosmer family had been sleeping under. When Ri’Jasha pulled the cloth away, he found the tiny infant still laying on the fur blanket she had been put on earlier the previous night. Somehow, it seemed she had survived. Praising Baan Dar, he picked her up and brought her to his wife. A silent look between the two was enough to tell that they were not going to leave the helpless child behind. With heavy hearts but the small promise of light in the future, the new family of four once more commenced their journey to Malabal Tor, thankfully reaching without any further incidents.

And so Nimriell grew up with her khajiiti family, mimicking their ways and customs as if they were their own. Even as a small child it was clear to her that there was something different about her, and it wasn’t like Ri’Jasha or Ko’Rani kept her origins hidden from her, feeling that would be disrespectful to their friends and travel companions. However, they always made sure to tell the girl that it mattered not what race she was, she was as much their child as Harir, their Senche-Raht son. Unfortunately, he was prone to jealousy when he would find his parents doting on the little Bosmer, and when they would be busy with their tradings with their clientele, he would find opportunities to use his size and strength to scare her and chase her away from stalls. The end result would normally have her hiding under some bushes or high up in a tree, the acrobatic skills of her race already proving themself with how quick and nimbly she would be able to get there.

The end would usually result in rather harsh scoldings for Harir and then a search for Nimriell, though after the tenth or twentieth time it was rather obvious to her parents where she would be hidden. “Come out, little green one, this one won’t let anyone hurt you.” And so it continued onward, until ‘little green one’ was simply shortened to ‘Lil Green’. 

The two siblings continued to grow, as did Harir’s resentment for the way Nimriell was treated as if she was part of the family. As she could no longer be scared into hiding, and she was smart enough to stay in view of their parents, he would choose his moments to try and hurt her, using not just his size and strength, but also his words. Now age 15, Nimriell was quite adept at ignoring this most of the time, but one day his words stung a little too much.

“You will never be part of this family. This one’s siblings are dead!”

Without a word Nimriell left her brother’s company and headed out for the banks near the trading stalls. Silently she mixed dirt and water to make a paste before drawing patterns on her face to mimic those that were on her brother’s. Once she was done, she washed her hands and returned to the stall, confusing both her parents as well as Harir with how different her face looked. Ri’Jasha was quick to figure out that Harir must have prompted this sudden change in her appearance. Before he could say anything, however, Nimriell spoke up. 

“Nimriell knows she is not a Khajiit, but she is still part of this family. This one has lived here, grown up here, and has worked as hard as the rest. But if it’s just this one’s looks that make her an outsider, then this one will keep painting these marks on her face, as the Ohmes do.” 

Though her actions that day did not quite stop the resentment Harir would feel for her, it did give him food for thought, which led him to stop his misbehaviour against her. Perhaps the distraction of warriors visiting from Elsweyr also helped shift his focus from tormenting his little sister to how he could use his size and strength to be productive. This left Nimriell at peace for the first time in years, though truth be told when he told his family he would be leaving for Elsweyr, she was saddened, and was quite honest when she gave him a hug, pressed her forehead against his and told him she’d miss him. After all he had done to her, he was surprised to hear these words, and the seed of regret for his previous actions were sown into him. Before leaving, he gave her a small wooden carving that he had found as a child and picked up, naming it after Baan Dar.

Life did continue as it normally did, though with Nimriell growing older, so were her parents, so she found herself helping more than her share with their trading and peddling. It was a nice routine, and since most of what she did was manual work, it was easy to find some free time to pursue new hobbies. A traveling alchemist ignited her interest in learning how to make potions and poisons. Peddling books off merchants, she was able to further her knowledge in the field. At the same time, she also found that she had prowess with a bow, and would often head out in her free time to hunt small game for her family’s dinner. It was a good life, steady and calming.

And perhaps a little stagnant, because it wasn’t long before the family decided the stationary life was no longer what they wished- they were Baandari after all, and the call for the vagabond life was calling Ri’Jasha stronger than Ko’Rani. Nimriell was happy to follow along with her parents, enjoying the fact that she would be able to travel and see more than just the small area of Malabal Tor where she had spent her life. The family decided to delve further into Valenwood, passing through the forests of Grahtwood, where she could now meet other Bosmer like herself as well as those who followed the Green Pact. While Nimriell herself was a little familiar with the tenets, she still considered herself more Khajiit than anything else, and did not really see the need to actually follow the Green Pact. 

It was during these travels through Valenwood that Nimriell became better known as ‘Green’ or ‘Lil Green’ by acquaintances and the friends she would make. Though she loved her vagabond way of life, she clearly enjoyed the forests of Valenwood, and felt as if she had returned home every time her family would venture back to the lands of the Bosmer from other provinces. As such, there were few places Nimriell hadn’t visited, including Elsweyr, Cyrodiil and Skyrim. During her travels, she would continue writing letters to Harir, now known as Do’Harir, and whenever she found a courier to send them, it would be the first thing she would do. With new meetings and experiences and the communication now flowing better than it had when they were young, the two adoptive siblings became close. It became a pleasant habit to reread letters whilst waiting for new ones, even if at times it would take over a month to receive missives. 

As age would have it, Ri’Jasha and Ko’Rani were now quite elderly, and though Nimriell was still young for a Bosmer, her parents were feeling the years crawling up on them once more, and once more the family retreated to Malabal Tor. It wasn’t long after her 40th birthday that her parents passed away relatively peacefully, her mother first and her father a couple of months later. Do’Harir had returned when he had learned of his mother’s passing away, and he was there to see his father one last time before Ri’Jasha left for the Sands Behind the Stars. The two siblings spent a couple of days together, sharing stories and drinks, until at last Do’Harir decided it was time for him to return to Elsweyr.

With nothing tying her to one place any longer, Nimriell set out once more, Bosmer in race and body, but a Baandari at heart.

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