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[center][h1][sup]Llaier the Jubilous[/sup][/h1]
[i][sup]"All who wander are most certainly lost."[/sup][/i]
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[b]P R O F I L E[/b]
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[sub][b]Height[/b][/sub]
[indent][sub]5'1"[/sub][/indent]
[sub][b]Weight[/b][/sub]
[indent][sub]Roughly 100 lbs[/sub][/indent]
[sub][b]Sex/Gender[/b][/sub]
[indent][sub]Sounds feminine.[/sub][/indent]
[sub][b]Race[/b][/sub]
[indent][sub]Claims to be a Dunmer.[/sub][/indent]
[sub][b]Age[/b][/sub]
[indent][sub]Young enough to sound youthful but difficult to discern.[/sub][/indent]
[sub][b]Birthsign[/b][/sub]
[indent][sub]The Serpent[/sub][/indent]
[sub][b]Class[/b][/sub]
[indent][sub]B A R D[/sub][/indent]
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[b]C A P A B I L I T I E S[/b]
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[sub][b]Attributes[/b][/sub]
[indent][sub]Strength - [40]
Intelligence - [40]
Willpower - [30]
Agility - [40]
Speed - [50]
Endurance - [30]
Personality - [40]
Luck - [50][/sub][/indent]
[sub][b]Skills[/b][/sub]
[indent][sub]Major:
[Alchemy] 25
[Blade] 25 + 10 (35)
[Block] 25
[Illusion] 25
[Light Armor] 25 + 5 (30)
[Mercantile] 25
[Speechcraft] 25

Minor:
[Athletics] 5 + 5 (10)
[Alteration] 5
[Armorer] 5
[Blunt] 5 + 5
[Conjuration] 5
[Destruction] 5 + 10 (15)
[Hand-to-Hand] 5
[Marksman] 5 + 5 (10)
[Mysticism] 5 + 5 (10)
[Restoration] 5
[Security] 5
[Sneak] 5




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[sub][b]Spells[/b][/sub]
[indent][sub]Touch of Rage
Mesmerizing Grasp
Damage Health
Cure Poison
Dispel 
Damage Fatigue
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[b]I N V E N T O R Y[/b]
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[sub]Weapons & Tools[/sub]
[indent][sub]Steel Claymore
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[sub]Outfit/Armor[/sub]
[indent][sub]   Faceless Mask: [sub]A mask that is eerily reflective. The closer you get, the more it seems like the reflection of your face stretches to cover the mask.[/sub][/sub][/indent]
[sub]Consumables[/sub]
[indent][sub]   Hist Sap
   Skooma
   Potion of Stamina
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[sub]Valuables[/sub]
[indent][sub]5 Septims
A silver ring, old and tarnished
Tarnished Golden Coin [/sub][/indent]
[sub]Misc[/sub]
[indent][sub]Panflute
Paint Set
Various Little Bells
Ivory carved into a little turtle
Red Clay Powder
Alchemy Set[/sub][/indent]
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APPEARANCE
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A lithe dunmeri woman garbed from head to toe in colorful attire crafted purely to capture your attention. It would be impossible to describe the pale tones beneath her exterior, and she wouldn't wish for you to know of the ash-scorned features anyway. What mattered most were the puffy sleeves of pastel red and powder white, and the blends of lavender that slowly lighten to a lilac tone along her corset. There were stripes, criss-cross patterns, and even along the waistcoat some star patterns that were made of some reflective textile. 

Most notable of all would be the mask concealing the jester's face. It was some strange material that was smooth like glass but upon contact it reverberated with a metallic hum. The shape and make of it was plain, though the level of pristine polish upon the face of the mask was strange in the sense that it was mirror-like. When someone approached Llaier it would almost be as if their own visage was superimposed onto the jester’s mask so that she could masquerade as them for a moment in time. 

Aside from that? The strange get-up she wore looked comfortable but not very suitable for combat. Truthfully, the only thing that would mark the dunmeri fool as someone with militant skillset would be the relatively large steel claymore kept within a well-maintained leather scabbard harnessed along her back. The guard of the blade was a strange wavy design with faces on each side of the guard’s cross giving onlookers some perspective as to where all the whimsy and theatrics derives from.
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MOTIVATION AND OUTLOOK
[indent][sub]On the surface level, Llaier is a hedonist that wishes nothing more than to enjoy every moment to the fullest. She indulges in theatrics of both love and violence, with brushstrokes taking the form of powder smoke, dance, and a flourishing blade spilling crimson on a freshly cleaned stage. The stage being, wherever she is regardless of location or circumstance— but that being said that is purely just what the jester wears upon her sleeve.

She doesn’t embody the values of mer, though the strange and the shunned ideals of Morrowind can be seen in her views and openness. She doesn’t engross herself in history or knowledge, those were things that could be read in books or learned in schools. No, she is spurred to action by the spontaneity of life in the most simplest of ways. Llaier sees a child crushing bugs and praises their violence with song and a coin in their pocket, she sees a beggar corner a woman with a knife and monologues from the rooftop, she sees bandits raid a village and joins in to embrace the fires of chaos and dance atop the ashes. 

A wise man once told her: [b]“To make decisions based on the flip of a coin or roll of dice would give a system of order to one’s actions. If you wish to truly embrace madness, you must act before the mind can rationalize up or down, right or wrong— that is the simplicity of a jester.”[/b]
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BACKGROUND
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The thing about artists is that sometimes, they get a little too engrossed in their craft. Llaier is a bard that embodies the thespian iconography seen on carved into marble or painted upon canvas. And even then, her whimsical bravado clearly covers up something dark just beneath the surface. Through her years of travel she has performed for nobles, merchants, criminals and paragons with no prejudice of who would allow her to grace their eyes with the works of her design. It is said that she was born in the cold and corrupted reaches of Vvardenfell to a dunmeri tribe long abandoned and persecuted by their fellow mer due to their strange celebration rituals ostracized by even those who worship the daedra. Perhaps they were exterminated by their fellows? Perhaps they died off naturally? She would never tell you, or maybe she would.. you would have to ask.

At some point in her life, Llaier would leave her homeland to travel around Tamriel as a faceless minstrel, or something like that? Whatever the case was, she had no shortage of dinner parties and noble gatherings booking her services to juggle knives and act awry for the common man or mer to be amused by. For her own benefit, and for the being she worships, she’ll often spread a bit of lunacy in the act of drugging drinks unbeknownst to the guests and encouraging them to spiral into insanity while the effects of the narcotics lasted.


So where would that leave our fool of a nobody Dunmer? Wherever the wind blew, laughter followed in Llaier’s wake whether they wished to or not. Sometimes the stories were eventful tales mentioning the faceless masked entertainer bringing light to towns going through hardship; others spun a darker explanation that her arrival might beckon the arrival of daedra in their neck in the woods. Both could be correct, couldn’t they? The Fourth Corner of the House of Troubles isn’t often spoken of outside of Morrowind, and where chaos and jolly spreads, so too does that thin tightrope down the rabbit hole to madness. Llaier makes certain to plant those seeds wherever she goes; Skyrim, Cyrodil, small town or cityscape she enters with glee not cloaked in shadows but in broad daylight with mirth dripping from the corners of her lips.
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RELATIONSHIPS AND OPINIONS
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[b]To be expanded on through narrative development in roleplay.[/b]
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MISC
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•     She is prone to talking to herself.
•     Her voice impressions are insane.
•     She thinks she’s sneaky, but she’s the furthest from it.
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