- Name: Dro’Sintaba
Race: Khajiit - Cathay-raht
Age: 52
Birthsign: The Shadow
Family Origins: Riverhold, Elsweyr
Appearance:When stood upright, Dro’Sintaba reaches an unnerving 6’7”. Paired with his strong physique and incredible musculature, he is a sight to behold in his complete glory, and yet the Cathay-raht carries himself in a slouched posture and stoops ever so slightly —as if he is weighed down by something heavy. Despite this, he still manages to move with an impressive and intimidating gait - his stride powerful and confident. His habit of walking in this way has caused him to have been mistaken after dark for a werewolf more times than he would be keen to admit, and his jet-black fur does little to disarm this notion. Upon closer inspection, (if he lets you close enough), one can make out the faint traces of rich charcoal markings amongst the black fur, most prominently across his forehead over the bridge of his nose, under his eyes.
Dro’Sintaba’s eyes are an unusually bright and piercing green, that on a kinder face would be considered breathtakingly beautiful. On him, however, they just burn and simmer slowly with an indomitable intensity. It has been said that he can look right through a person in a single glance, and those who have met his eyes on a dark day can attest to this. In contrast, when engaging in his quieter pursuits - Dro’Sintaba wears a pair of bespoke spectacles that were made for him by a jewel smith and old flame. They fit him perfectly and frame his eyes in such a way that they shrink the menacing aura he carries. Occasionally there is a softness to his eyes - usually when he is relaxed, and especially when he is tired and in need of sleep. Carefree and calm is a mood that comes to him so seldom that when reaching it, his entire physique, (especially his expression) does seem to change.
He is made of solid corded muscle that defies his age and he dresses his body well. The Khajiit is particularly fond of his smart woolen overcoat, in a striking umber shade that is lined across the shoulders with the fur of a black bear. His colour of choice is green, and when not in his coat, he can be found to be wearing loose and light tunics and scarves that cover a spectrum of green hues. There is an air of stylish sophistication to him, a regal quality of masculine confidence. He wears the clothes, they do not wear him.
His voice is a low grumble, a growling and forceful whisper most of the time. In his moments of quietude, he can speak with the inflections that allude to his deep intelligence and wisdom, choosing his words wisely as a philosopher of old might. He can be a soft and purring gentleman when relaxed - but the gravel still remains, constraining the power of an explosive roar that reverberates in his chest when unleashed.
In vulnerable moments, he likes to think he is simply Sintaba. The once ambitious and scholarly Cathay-raht, who was always smiling and proud, gentle and optimistic of his future. An astute eye would observe in the lines of his brow, and the softness of his relaxed gaze that a humble gentility still sits there, and that all has not yet been drained and squeezed from him.Personality:Quiet, contemplative, kindly. Three simple words that he wished would be the first that would be used to describe him. Instead, he is usually described as menacing and severe. Such descriptors are not entirely false either, as Dro’Sintaba has an enigmatic intensity to his personality that makes him notoriously difficult to get to know, worsened only by his size and appearance. He is the book that is judged by its cover, and he tends to hold most people that he meets at an arm's length. To save them from discovering the weary man that he really is.
The cover is not the book, only the shield.
Dro’Sintaba is not without a degree of charisma, however, and he is not always beholden to his personal demons. Beneath his initial harsh exterior, there is a genuine empathic and natural leader who works tirelessly for others to keep them safe. To those he does let in beyond the walls - they will never know a more loyal friend. Often times he has shelved his dream of returning to his own family in order to save yet another helpless soul. As such, he has lived a very humble life away from his home in Elsweyr, and he possesses very little - despite having the means to afford much of whatever he’d like.
The Cathay-raht tends to hide behind his sharp intelligence and wit, deflecting those that dare to question him by finding their weaknesses and pointing them right back. Friends, colleagues, and foes have thus far all been held in much of the same regard by him. Just temporary acquaintances that will soon become ghosts to his memory when he moves on again.
As much as he clutches to the memories of his wife and their happy marriage, to the idea that he is the perfect husband and family man, he has not been able to resist the temptation of adultery throughout the years. It is something that brings him a deep shame, and he won’t discuss it openly but he has had flings and minor relationships during his marriage and separation from Ko’Ahanna. He is drawn like a moth to a flame to the opposite sex, knowing that they are just as drawn to him. After all, he is an enigma. An exotic adventure to later become a story to tell - dangerous and fearsome but with a mellow side far beyond that of most thugs.
Above all else, he is pragmatic and incredibly intelligent with an exceptional cunning streak that has given him something of a reputation as both a dirty fighter and strategist rolled into one. He is certainly not above using corrupt tactics to win, for he is a man who must win. There are few that know of him that will challenge him to an intellectual debate or even an argument. His intelligence shines when discussing his quieter passions, and his guard drops significantly. He finds a great amount of comfort and joy in music and literature. Dro’Sintaba can hold honest and meaningful conversations for hours about novels he has read, of music he has heard, and of paintings he has seen. It is not entirely unusual for him to be moved to tears by good music, or by characters written on the pages of a book.Skill Level Skill Highly Proficient One Handed-Blunt, Hand-to-Hand Moderately Proficient Speech, Sneak Somewhat Proficient Illusion Magic School Spell Illusion Clairvoyance, Fear, Courage - Name: Ivy Pernille
Race: Dunmer
Age: 97
Birthsign: The Serpent
Family Origins: Morrowind
Appearance:What anyone first notices about the Dunmer is her wild head of hair. Ivy has a full head of flaming red hair that kisses the back of her knees. It is coarse and thick in texture, normally worn in a voluptuous bun, or braided tightly and styled with various cosmetic ornaments. Whenever it is worn simply as it is, it dresses her like a woolen cloak, as warm as a blanket, and as troublesome as spiders webbing.
She stands at 5’10, with an athletic and feminine musculature. Upon closer inspection, one would notice that her joints are jagged and sharp. This is due to an illness that she manages to hide for the most part. In particular, her elbows stick out slightly more than elbows should. She tends to counter this by wearing floaty clothing that conceals both her bones, and the scars that litter her body. There are several deep whip marks across the centre of her back that she tries to conceal, a scar across her left eyebrow, as well as a clean knife cut below her ear, and a vicious burn scar inside her thigh. Each mark tells a story of the pain of her upbringing, a story that she chooses not to tell - smiling brightly to cover the evidence with radiance.
Her skin is the colour of the sky before a storm, but lighter coloured freckles sit across the cut of her cheekbones and over her nose. That soft smattering of freckles could be made out upon the tops of her cheeks, and across the bridge of her nose, lighter than the rest of her skin, but only just. She describes her freckles as being her own constellations - a blessing of stars from the God’s themselves. There is a beautifully lined galaxy that runs the length of her spine, from the nape of her neck to the small of her back.Personality:To decipher Ivy’s personality, would be like trying to catch a cloud and pin it down. She is charismatic, warm, and kind. Ivy isn't stupid. She is highly intelligent and very insightful, (some may say a genius). It just so happens that the things she sometimes says do come off as weird, awkward, over-the-top, illogical, and eccentric. She can be sharp in a very disarming way, with the ability to decipher personalities quite quickly she will point out her observations comfortably.
As a bilingual speaker, even to this day quite a few sayings and idioms have her flummoxed and she frequently trips into malapropism territory. If someone was to try to correct her, however, Ivy would enforce that she did in fact, say the right thing. It’s not the only way that she slips in and through languages - when she’s angry, she resorts to speaking angry curses in Dunmeris, and yet rarely swears in the common tongue.
She is a friend to all, or at least tries to be - insofar as others will allow her to be. She is not pushy, and her experience with people over her long life has made her a very empathic person - she knows when to simply listen, and when to offer advice. Beneath all of her colourful layers, however, there is a very deep well of melancholy - the ripples of a severely abused woman.Skill Level Skill Highly Proficient Acrobatics, Speech Moderately Proficient Destruction, Alchemy, Provisioning Somewhat Proficient Restoration Magic School Spell Destruction Flames, Firebolt, Fireball Restoration Fast Healing, Healing Hands
| Name | Rank |
|---|---|
| Dro'Sintaba | Guild Leader |
| Ivy | Guild Provisioner (Second-in-Command) |
| Rhillian of Drakelowe | Lvl. 1 Guild Healer |
| Megana Corvus | Lvl. 1 Squire |
| Aud Longspear | Lvl. 1 Guild Warrior |
| Lifts-Many-Boulders | Lvl. 1 Guild Warrior |
| Daixanos | Lvl. 1 Guild Warrior |
| Sinalare | Lvl. 1 Guild Mage |
| Tsleeixth | Lvl. 1 Guild Mage |
| La'Shuni | Lvl 1. Guild Scout |
| Ioannis Kyreses | Lvl 1. Guild Scout |
Room Allocation;
- Master Suite - Dro'Sintaba
- Attic/Loft - Ivy
- 1st Floor Ladies - Megana, La'Shuni, Aud, Sinalare
- Ground Floor Mens - Ioannis, Lifts-Many-Boulders
- Basement Mens - Rhillian, Daxainos, Tsleeixth
Rooms of the Guild;
- Communal Kitchen/Pantry/Dining Space
- Communal Lounge
- Communal Basement Study
- Boardroom
- Master Suite/Office Space
- Herb Garden and Pond
- Outside Training Grounds
- Infirmary/Medicinal Office
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