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Name: Tsleeixth
Race: Argonian
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Birthsign: The Serpent
Place of Origin: Stormhold, Blackmarsh
Appearance:
Tsleeixth is a tall man, standing roughly at 6’0 in height, most of his body being composed mostly of muscles and little in the way of extra fat. His general complexion is mostly lithe, with most of his muscle focused on his upper body and arms; apart from this he has few notable marks on his body, a scar over his eye due to bashing his head against a rock as a kid and a few burn scars on his chest.
Background: Tsleeixth was born in Blackmarsh, as is normal for members of his race, but his parents decided to leave their homeland for the cold land of Skyrim a few years after he was born, trying to ply their trade as merchants in the distant country.
However, during their crossing from the Cyrodiil-Skyrim borders their caravan was attacked by a group of bandits. Fortunately for Kalien and his family, the caravan in which they were traveling was saved by mere chance by a patrol of Stormcloacks that was nearby in the area at the same time of the attack. With most of their merchandise destroyed, the family decided to settle in Riften -unaware of the city’s corruption- instead of in distant Windhelm like his parents had originally planned.
The future seemed bright for Tsleeixth’s family when they arrived to Riften, his father managing to start a few lucrative trade agreements that in a few years would put the family back on it’s feet and as such the young argonian was often left alone as his parents tried to give him a new life, leaving him with the company of a few books and daydreams of the Stormcloacks that had save their caravan, which young Kalien believed, as a naive child, where heroes out of the books he read.
Unfortunately the good fortune if Kalien’s family eventually ran out and -incurring in debt after debt as his father asked for loans to try and get their family back up on it’s feet- they were forced to move to the poorer areas of Riften, his father and mother now working in the fishery of the city. It was by this time that Kalien was put up against the world, as he was forced to beg on the streets -being too young to have a work in the fishery in which his parents worked- to try and get nay septim he could or whatever scrap of food he could get.
When Tsleeixth reached the age of fifteen he joined his parents in working in the fishery. He worked with them for years and while it wasn't a particularly bad, young Kalien quickly grew restless -his head filled with dreams of being a hero- and as such he wished to leave Riften and explore the world.
As such by the time that he was 20, and he had managed to save enough money to buy a steel sword and s basic set of armor, Tsleeixth left behind the walls of Riften to explore the lands of Skyrim. He spent a good 8!years wandering the frozen country, taking a variety of mercenary jobs, until he eventually made his way to the remains of Winterhold and -more importantly- the College of magic that had become the main point of attraction for the nearly-destroyed town.
His interest piqued, Tsleeixth tried to join the College of Winterhold several times -trying different schools of magic, particularly the Destruction branch, with which to impress the guardian of the gate- until he finally succeeded when he tried with a spell from the Conjuration school. He spent the next 4 years honing his skill in the Conjuration school until restlessness drove him away from the College just like it had done with Riften, landing a job in the mercenary company a few months after he had left Winterhold.
Personality: Tsleeixth is generally friendly with the people he works, trying to maintain -if not friendly- cordial relationships at the very least with those he works with. Due to the fact that as a kid Kalien and his family were rescued by a patrol of Stormcloacks, the young argonian grew with an idealized -if not outright false- vision of the rebel group, believing them to be heroes who defended the weak and downtrodden; this vision was challenged however when he left Riften -something which was prompted by his naive, if not foolish, desire to join the rebel group- and he came into contacts with different groups that had been affected both positively and negatively by the independentist movement, as such while Tsleeixth no longer looks up to the group -in fact, his opinion of the group has soured considerably due to the sudden increase in their xenophobic attitude- he still tries to preserve that heroic spirit that he saw in his “heroes” of youth.
Due to the hardships of his early life, Tsleeixth is a hardworking man, not prone to complaining about the tasks that are handed to him and preferring to focus his efforts on accomplishing them to the best of his capabilities; along with this, he is used to having little supplies and as such doesn't complains when there is a shortcoming of resources within the group. Also due to his childhood Tsleeixth tends not to waste money -with the exception of the occasional purchase of a book, be it on arcane techniques or a simple novel- preferring to save it or, more usually, send it to his parents.
Capabilities:
Skills: Expert 1H Blade; Adept Conjuration; Adept Medium Armor; Apprentice Destruction; Apprentice Hand to Hand; Apprentice Athletics; Novice Alchemy; Novice Mercantile; Novice Tailoring
Weaknesses:
Bloodlung: Tsleeixth has a mild case of Bloodlung, acquired a few months after he left the College of Winterhold and -being largely inexperienced in matters of disease- didn't thought it grave enough to return there to heal himself. As such, Tsleeixth best exceeds in combat situations of short duration, requiring some sort of support if the fighting starts to drag on.
Pyrophobia: During his stay in the college of Winterhold Kalien was part of a magical incident involving an unbound flame atronach. During said incident he was attacked by said atronach, which left him with second degree burns on most of his chest and while most of the physical scars have healed, those left on his mind still prevail and as such he sometimes freezes when he sees large concentrations of fire.
Relations to Other Characters: None yet
Affiliation(s): None
Spells (if any): Summon Skeleton Guardian; Summon Ghost; Conjure Frost Attronach; Lightning Bolt; Lightning Rune
Combat Style (or the Lack of): Despite Kalien’s skill with a one handed sword, he prefers to complement his attacks with an ample array of conjuration spells, summoning creatures to distract the enemy so that he might hit their weak spots as they are distracted with the creatures he has called forward. As such, Kalien keeps his off hand free so as to facilitate casting his spells, making it difficult for him to block another combatant’s attacks; along with this, he compliments his melee attacks with a light use of lightning-based spells but only sparingly, preferring to save his mana for conjuration spells.
Other Capabilities: None
Inventory:
Cash: 50 Septims
Keys and Lockpicks: Kalien still keeps a copy of the key to his family’s house in Riften
Clothing and Armor: Kalien wears a light iron armor over his chest while leaving his arms free, covering them in leather gauntlets, while covering his feet under iron boots that have been modified for his feet. Beneath his armor, Kalien wears a heavy wool shirt to fend off the cold of Skyrim along with heavy trousers for that same purpose; to protect his feet, Kalien usually wraps his feet before putting out on some light boots. Along with this the argonian has a travelling cloak that he uses quite often in and out of battle, covering his face with the hood.
Weapon and Ammunition: A long steel sword
Potion and Arcane Supplies: 1 Health Potion, 2 Mana Potions.
Jewelry and Novelty Items: An enchanted ring that increases his magicka reserves; A second enchanted ring that enhances his stamina slightly.
Books and Documents: None
Food, Drinks, Provisions: Three strips of smoked meat; Cheap wine skin; Mead bottle; One Waterskin.
Bags, Pouches, Packs: A standard rucksack for travelling; three pouches for carrying potions.
Other: A family heirloom consisting of an amulet made of hardened Hist tree resin.
Race: Argonian
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Birthsign: The Serpent
Place of Origin: Stormhold, Blackmarsh
Appearance:
Tsleeixth is a tall man, standing roughly at 6’0 in height, most of his body being composed mostly of muscles and little in the way of extra fat. His general complexion is mostly lithe, with most of his muscle focused on his upper body and arms; apart from this he has few notable marks on his body, a scar over his eye due to bashing his head against a rock as a kid and a few burn scars on his chest.
Background: Tsleeixth was born in Blackmarsh, as is normal for members of his race, but his parents decided to leave their homeland for the cold land of Skyrim a few years after he was born, trying to ply their trade as merchants in the distant country.
However, during their crossing from the Cyrodiil-Skyrim borders their caravan was attacked by a group of bandits. Fortunately for Kalien and his family, the caravan in which they were traveling was saved by mere chance by a patrol of Stormcloacks that was nearby in the area at the same time of the attack. With most of their merchandise destroyed, the family decided to settle in Riften -unaware of the city’s corruption- instead of in distant Windhelm like his parents had originally planned.
The future seemed bright for Tsleeixth’s family when they arrived to Riften, his father managing to start a few lucrative trade agreements that in a few years would put the family back on it’s feet and as such the young argonian was often left alone as his parents tried to give him a new life, leaving him with the company of a few books and daydreams of the Stormcloacks that had save their caravan, which young Kalien believed, as a naive child, where heroes out of the books he read.
Unfortunately the good fortune if Kalien’s family eventually ran out and -incurring in debt after debt as his father asked for loans to try and get their family back up on it’s feet- they were forced to move to the poorer areas of Riften, his father and mother now working in the fishery of the city. It was by this time that Kalien was put up against the world, as he was forced to beg on the streets -being too young to have a work in the fishery in which his parents worked- to try and get nay septim he could or whatever scrap of food he could get.
When Tsleeixth reached the age of fifteen he joined his parents in working in the fishery. He worked with them for years and while it wasn't a particularly bad, young Kalien quickly grew restless -his head filled with dreams of being a hero- and as such he wished to leave Riften and explore the world.
As such by the time that he was 20, and he had managed to save enough money to buy a steel sword and s basic set of armor, Tsleeixth left behind the walls of Riften to explore the lands of Skyrim. He spent a good 8!years wandering the frozen country, taking a variety of mercenary jobs, until he eventually made his way to the remains of Winterhold and -more importantly- the College of magic that had become the main point of attraction for the nearly-destroyed town.
His interest piqued, Tsleeixth tried to join the College of Winterhold several times -trying different schools of magic, particularly the Destruction branch, with which to impress the guardian of the gate- until he finally succeeded when he tried with a spell from the Conjuration school. He spent the next 4 years honing his skill in the Conjuration school until restlessness drove him away from the College just like it had done with Riften, landing a job in the mercenary company a few months after he had left Winterhold.
Personality: Tsleeixth is generally friendly with the people he works, trying to maintain -if not friendly- cordial relationships at the very least with those he works with. Due to the fact that as a kid Kalien and his family were rescued by a patrol of Stormcloacks, the young argonian grew with an idealized -if not outright false- vision of the rebel group, believing them to be heroes who defended the weak and downtrodden; this vision was challenged however when he left Riften -something which was prompted by his naive, if not foolish, desire to join the rebel group- and he came into contacts with different groups that had been affected both positively and negatively by the independentist movement, as such while Tsleeixth no longer looks up to the group -in fact, his opinion of the group has soured considerably due to the sudden increase in their xenophobic attitude- he still tries to preserve that heroic spirit that he saw in his “heroes” of youth.
Due to the hardships of his early life, Tsleeixth is a hardworking man, not prone to complaining about the tasks that are handed to him and preferring to focus his efforts on accomplishing them to the best of his capabilities; along with this, he is used to having little supplies and as such doesn't complains when there is a shortcoming of resources within the group. Also due to his childhood Tsleeixth tends not to waste money -with the exception of the occasional purchase of a book, be it on arcane techniques or a simple novel- preferring to save it or, more usually, send it to his parents.
Capabilities:
Skills: Expert 1H Blade; Adept Conjuration; Adept Medium Armor; Apprentice Destruction; Apprentice Hand to Hand; Apprentice Athletics; Novice Alchemy; Novice Mercantile; Novice Tailoring
Weaknesses:
Bloodlung: Tsleeixth has a mild case of Bloodlung, acquired a few months after he left the College of Winterhold and -being largely inexperienced in matters of disease- didn't thought it grave enough to return there to heal himself. As such, Tsleeixth best exceeds in combat situations of short duration, requiring some sort of support if the fighting starts to drag on.
Pyrophobia: During his stay in the college of Winterhold Kalien was part of a magical incident involving an unbound flame atronach. During said incident he was attacked by said atronach, which left him with second degree burns on most of his chest and while most of the physical scars have healed, those left on his mind still prevail and as such he sometimes freezes when he sees large concentrations of fire.
Relations to Other Characters: None yet
Affiliation(s): None
Spells (if any): Summon Skeleton Guardian; Summon Ghost; Conjure Frost Attronach; Lightning Bolt; Lightning Rune
Combat Style (or the Lack of): Despite Kalien’s skill with a one handed sword, he prefers to complement his attacks with an ample array of conjuration spells, summoning creatures to distract the enemy so that he might hit their weak spots as they are distracted with the creatures he has called forward. As such, Kalien keeps his off hand free so as to facilitate casting his spells, making it difficult for him to block another combatant’s attacks; along with this, he compliments his melee attacks with a light use of lightning-based spells but only sparingly, preferring to save his mana for conjuration spells.
Other Capabilities: None
Inventory:
Cash: 50 Septims
Keys and Lockpicks: Kalien still keeps a copy of the key to his family’s house in Riften
Clothing and Armor: Kalien wears a light iron armor over his chest while leaving his arms free, covering them in leather gauntlets, while covering his feet under iron boots that have been modified for his feet. Beneath his armor, Kalien wears a heavy wool shirt to fend off the cold of Skyrim along with heavy trousers for that same purpose; to protect his feet, Kalien usually wraps his feet before putting out on some light boots. Along with this the argonian has a travelling cloak that he uses quite often in and out of battle, covering his face with the hood.
Weapon and Ammunition: A long steel sword
Potion and Arcane Supplies: 1 Health Potion, 2 Mana Potions.
Jewelry and Novelty Items: An enchanted ring that increases his magicka reserves; A second enchanted ring that enhances his stamina slightly.
Books and Documents: None
Food, Drinks, Provisions: Three strips of smoked meat; Cheap wine skin; Mead bottle; One Waterskin.
Bags, Pouches, Packs: A standard rucksack for travelling; three pouches for carrying potions.
Other: A family heirloom consisting of an amulet made of hardened Hist tree resin.
And, here it is. SOrry for tkaign so long, I really, really, am out of practice when it comes to makign bio's and I have been rther busy this past few weeks. I hope the bio is up to the task, and if it isn't please tell me what I need ot improve
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@Mortarion Ok, the framework checks out, but I want you to expand in certain areas.
-I am a stiff ass when it comes to names. Kalien doesn't sound Saxhleel to me, either change to something more suitable or offer an explanation.
-Archon is more than half a world apart from Windhelm, how does his parents even know about Windhelm?
-12 years with bloodlung sounds awfully rough. Any reason why he hasn't sought out medical attentions? Especially when he's in the college, with experts nearby practicing the "perfectly valid school of magic".
-Mistmen are exclusive to the Soul Cairn as far as I know. To be able to conjure these creatures, one would need to either visit the Soul Cairn, or learned from someone else who did. I don't see any of the two being mentioned, so please, remove this spell.
-I am a stiff ass when it comes to names. Kalien doesn't sound Saxhleel to me, either change to something more suitable or offer an explanation.
-Archon is more than half a world apart from Windhelm, how does his parents even know about Windhelm?
-12 years with bloodlung sounds awfully rough. Any reason why he hasn't sought out medical attentions? Especially when he's in the college, with experts nearby practicing the "perfectly valid school of magic".
-Mistmen are exclusive to the Soul Cairn as far as I know. To be able to conjure these creatures, one would need to either visit the Soul Cairn, or learned from someone else who did. I don't see any of the two being mentioned, so please, remove this spell.
H @gcold Ok, thanks for pointing out the errors gcold.
-Changed it so that Kalien and his family are from Stormhold, near the border between Cyrodiil and Morrowind, hope that makes sense.
-Changed it so that he acquired Bloodlung a few months after leaving the College but that due to not being very knowledgable when it came to diseases, he didn't thought it important enough to make back the trek to heal himself properly. I can change it again if this is not enough.
-Per your instructions I removed the Mistman spell, any suggestions with which I could replace it? Originally I wanted to use Summon Ash Pawn but that is something that your have only be able to learn if you had been to Solstheim, which Kalien hasn't.
-The name is, in fact, not Saxheel but Tsaesci, this is due to personal preferences only so if you prefer I can change it or turn it into a name that my character himself decided to take.
-Changed it so that Kalien and his family are from Stormhold, near the border between Cyrodiil and Morrowind, hope that makes sense.
-Changed it so that he acquired Bloodlung a few months after leaving the College but that due to not being very knowledgable when it came to diseases, he didn't thought it important enough to make back the trek to heal himself properly. I can change it again if this is not enough.
-Per your instructions I removed the Mistman spell, any suggestions with which I could replace it? Originally I wanted to use Summon Ash Pawn but that is something that your have only be able to learn if you had been to Solstheim, which Kalien hasn't.
-The name is, in fact, not Saxheel but Tsaesci, this is due to personal preferences only so if you prefer I can change it or turn it into a name that my character himself decided to take.
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Hey guys, just wanted to confirm that I won't be joining the RP. I really appreciate the invitation, and it's not due to a lack of interest, I just can't commit to joining an advanced RP until my schedule's a little less hectic.
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-Per your instructions I removed the Mistman spell, any suggestions with which I could replace it? Originally I wanted to use Summon Ash Pawn but that is something that your have only be able to learn if you had been to Solstheim, which Kalien hasn't.
-The name is, in fact, not Saxheel but Tsaesci, this is due to personal preferences only so if you prefer I can change it or turn it into a name that my character himself decided to take.
-How about a bread-and-butter conjuration spell; conjure familiar or flame atronach?
-I doubt common Argonians would know much about Tsaesci names. Change to something Tamrielic at least.
Hey guys, just wanted to confirm that I won't be joining the RP. I really appreciate the invitation, and it's not due to a lack of interest, I just can't commit to joining an advanced RP until my schedule's a little less hectic.
No problem, thanks for your interest. Come back anytime when your schedule clears up.
@gcold I ended up going with Summon Ghost from Oblivion -hope htat is ok- and changed hte name to Tsleeixth, hope that is ok
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@gcold I ended up going with Summon Ghost from Oblivion -hope htat is ok- and changed hte name to Tsleeixth, hope that is ok
Perfect, you're approved unless the Schaft says otherwise.
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Alright guys. here's how we proceed.
1. @OneEyedChurro It's been 6 days for you; respond ASAP.
2. Collab people, figure out what to keep and what to dump. Get your stuff to IC once you're done.
3. @Mortarion @Sovi3t I know you guys are busy, but try to get your intros in the next days or so.
4. @LeidenSchaft @Haeo, we can collab the scout mission or just do open responses in IC. Up to you two.
5. Everyone else, go interact with each other. You don't need to collab or write giant posts. Just basic conversations and activities are fine. Oh, you can ask Ashav (and other leaders) questions or complain to them, I will react to them in IC.
6. The actual battle happens once most of the above have been sorted. The main assault (Sevine, Orakh, Sagax, Felix and Tsleeith) can pre-assign roles. Four people need to push the battering ram, some people need to be in front with shields, mages and archers need to cover range attacks and we also need people to carry ladders and breaching charges. Roles will be filled by NPCs if not filled by PCs.
7. You guys could go hunting; fill the soul gems.
1. @OneEyedChurro It's been 6 days for you; respond ASAP.
2. Collab people, figure out what to keep and what to dump. Get your stuff to IC once you're done.
3. @Mortarion @Sovi3t I know you guys are busy, but try to get your intros in the next days or so.
4. @LeidenSchaft @Haeo, we can collab the scout mission or just do open responses in IC. Up to you two.
5. Everyone else, go interact with each other. You don't need to collab or write giant posts. Just basic conversations and activities are fine. Oh, you can ask Ashav (and other leaders) questions or complain to them, I will react to them in IC.
6. The actual battle happens once most of the above have been sorted. The main assault (Sevine, Orakh, Sagax, Felix and Tsleeith) can pre-assign roles. Four people need to push the battering ram, some people need to be in front with shields, mages and archers need to cover range attacks and we also need people to carry ladders and breaching charges. Roles will be filled by NPCs if not filled by PCs.
7. You guys could go hunting; fill the soul gems.
2x Thank
@gcold Alright then, I'll start working on my intro today if that's ok
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Hey, so sorry about the delay. I've finished the bio, just need to do the appearance and personality, and then the finished version will be up. Hopefully it'll be up to standard. :)
Hey, so sorry about the delay. I've finished the bio, just need to do the appearance and personality, and then the finished version will be up. Hopefully it'll be up to standard. :)
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FINALLY finished it - hope it's okay! Sorry if there are any spelling mistakes in there, it took a damn long time to proof-read it the first time round.
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I've actually never collabed anything so that could be interesting but I'm already familiar with open response so I guess I'm open to either. I've been holding off on posting largely due to indecision about how I should proceed. Now, at least, I have a direction of sorts to plan for. I'm looking forward to this.
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Alright guys. here's how we proceed.
1. @OneEyedChurro It's been 6 days for you; respond ASAP.
2. Collab people, figure out what to keep and what to dump. Get your stuff to IC once you're done.
3. @Mortarion @Sovi3t I know you guys are busy, but try to get your intros in the next days or so.
4. @LeidenSchaft @Haeo, we can collab the scout mission or just do open responses in IC. Up to you two.
5. Everyone else, go interact with each other. You don't need to collab or write giant posts. Just basic conversations and activities are fine. Oh, you can ask Ashav (and other leaders) questions or complain to them, I will react to them in IC.
6. The actual battle happens once most of the above have been sorted. The main assault (Sevine, Orakh, Sagax, Felix and Tsleeith) can pre-assign roles. Four people need to push the battering ram, some people need to be in front with shields, mages and archers need to cover range attacks and we also need people to carry ladders and breaching charges. Roles will be filled by NPCs if not filled by PCs.
7. You guys could go hunting; fill the soul gems.
I'm undecided. I want to do a collab but my hopes of a quick and clean one were understandably dashed. Let's try again? What say you all?
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@MiddleEarthRoze Solid sheet you got there, I'll just need you to patch in some gaps.
For all intents and purposes, she is Breton. Though Roze would have minor Nordic traits inherited from her dad, her race should be listed as Breton. This also means that her frost resistance should be lower, as in >10%.
You have one more adept skills than what is allowed. I would recommend downgrading alteration to apprentice, because there isn't much about it in her background. If you choose to do this, her adept level spells have to be voided as well. Alternatively, you could take an apprentice skill down to novice. In this case, you'll need to tell me how Roze learned alteration in her bio. No matter which option you take, you'll need to get rid of fire spell since destruction is not listed on your sheet.
Another issue is her food reserve. For someone with no provisioning skill, she is lugging around an awfully lot of ingredients. I have no problem with her having all of that, but she'll need to store some back in camp and not carry around an entire kitchen on patrol. I do like the garlic though, useful against vampires.
That's all I have for ya. Get it done and we'll get you on the road.
For all intents and purposes, she is Breton. Though Roze would have minor Nordic traits inherited from her dad, her race should be listed as Breton. This also means that her frost resistance should be lower, as in >10%.
You have one more adept skills than what is allowed. I would recommend downgrading alteration to apprentice, because there isn't much about it in her background. If you choose to do this, her adept level spells have to be voided as well. Alternatively, you could take an apprentice skill down to novice. In this case, you'll need to tell me how Roze learned alteration in her bio. No matter which option you take, you'll need to get rid of fire spell since destruction is not listed on your sheet.
Another issue is her food reserve. For someone with no provisioning skill, she is lugging around an awfully lot of ingredients. I have no problem with her having all of that, but she'll need to store some back in camp and not carry around an entire kitchen on patrol. I do like the garlic though, useful against vampires.
That's all I have for ya. Get it done and we'll get you on the road.
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I'm ok with collab for the scouting mission, as I posted previously. That will let us coordinate better and catch any inconsistencies before the posting. I was planning on open response before departure though, not that that would take that much longer.
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AHH I KNEW I WAS FORGETTING SOMETHING
Completely blanked when it came to her magic, I was so damn focused on her backstory. I'll add in her Alteration skills - I also took a look at the skills section you put up and thought that I could substitute one Novice and one Apprentice for an Adept; rather than two Apprentice for one Adept skill - I just misread, sorry about that.
I also put in so much food because my assumption would be - big camp, not much food, which is why she has so much. Not gonna be bringing it all with her in a fight though, as you said, haha. :D I did make it a bit smaller though.
AHH I KNEW I WAS FORGETTING SOMETHING
Completely blanked when it came to her magic, I was so damn focused on her backstory. I'll add in her Alteration skills - I also took a look at the skills section you put up and thought that I could substitute one Novice and one Apprentice for an Adept; rather than two Apprentice for one Adept skill - I just misread, sorry about that.
I also put in so much food because my assumption would be - big camp, not much food, which is why she has so much. Not gonna be bringing it all with her in a fight though, as you said, haha. :D I did make it a bit smaller though.
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Basic information:
Name: Rozalia "Roze" Éathliel
Race: Breton
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Birthsign: The Thief
Place of Origin: Riften, Skyrim.
Appearance:
If one were to look at Roze, your first thought would not be of a warrior – perhaps not even a thief, at first glance. The first word to come to someone with an untrained eye is; Innocence. With her comely face, and standing at the short height of 5’4 with a toned hourglass figure, she is not deemed a threat.
However, if one were to look closer, you would notice that those deep cerulean eyes were sizing you up like a piece of meat; a roguish grin forming on a heart-shaped, imp-like face, atop of which sits a mess of ebony-coloured curls, reaching around the small of her back.
Closer details would show off the calluses on her once-soft hands from her bow, and the various scars dotted around her body from past skirmishes; although they are plenty, many are barely visible, the largest and most obvious one being no bigger than a septim, and sat on either side of her right shoulder, from a run-in with an enemy bowman.
As for her voice, it too, is disarming. Softly spoken and sweet, it still holds the remnants of her childishness, as the words that part from her soft lips are with laughter in the tone.
Thankfully, this makes it extremely off-putting for people when she begins threatening them.
If one were to look at Roze, your first thought would not be of a warrior – perhaps not even a thief, at first glance. The first word to come to someone with an untrained eye is; Innocence. With her comely face, and standing at the short height of 5’4 with a toned hourglass figure, she is not deemed a threat.
However, if one were to look closer, you would notice that those deep cerulean eyes were sizing you up like a piece of meat; a roguish grin forming on a heart-shaped, imp-like face, atop of which sits a mess of ebony-coloured curls, reaching around the small of her back.
Closer details would show off the calluses on her once-soft hands from her bow, and the various scars dotted around her body from past skirmishes; although they are plenty, many are barely visible, the largest and most obvious one being no bigger than a septim, and sat on either side of her right shoulder, from a run-in with an enemy bowman.
As for her voice, it too, is disarming. Softly spoken and sweet, it still holds the remnants of her childishness, as the words that part from her soft lips are with laughter in the tone.
Thankfully, this makes it extremely off-putting for people when she begins threatening them.
Background:
The story of Rozalia Éathliel begins in the icy Wastelands of Solstheim, and the chance meeting of a young Nord Marauder by the name of Stigandr, and a young Breton Thief by the name of Belladyne. Although neither of them native to the snowy isle, their work had brought them there; ironically enough, for the same reason. Belladyne under contract by the Thieves Guild – a Guild she had been a member of for a good decade and a half – and Stigandr simply for the chance of gaining fame and fortune. For, although a Marauder, he preferred to gain his wealth in slightly less immoral ways than killing people on the street like his fellows. Spelunking in ruins or even robbing homes were far better than taking innocent lives, in his humble opinion. As for Belladyne, she had a far more cold view of the world. If someone got in her way, they could quite happily get into a very close relationship with the point of her blade – however, due to rules put in place by the Guild, she didn’t kill quite as often as she would have done without them.
The pair had arrived on the isle in search of an old Nordic ruin, within which lay endless treasure and priceless artefacts. A fairly common and even cliché tale, but it seemed the pair had no choice. Stigandr was not having any luck finding money elsewhere, without turning to murder; and Belladyne was having trouble with the Guild, what with the death of Gallus at the hands of Karliah. Infighting among her comrades had driven her away from the place, and she had come to Solstheim in the hopes that these untold riches would somehow solve the problems of her family.
Although the location of the ruins was not hard to source from the locals of the island, the journey there was arduous. A snowstorm set in for a good week, they were both forced to set out into the blizzard, completely unaware of each other’s existence until they finally reached the ruin.
Naturally, when they first caught sight of each other, their reaction was one of aggression – in a world like the one they lived in, it was the only way to survive out in the open. When the situation was de-escalated slightly – mainly by Stigandr – they agreed to work with each other upon finding out about their shared location – simply because if there was endless loot there, Stigandr would only need a small percentage of it for himself, and Belladyne would be happy to depart with this. So, although not fully trusting one another, they continued their journey while working together.
What would have been a simple month’s trip lasted much longer due to this newfound relationship between the pair.
As is common in these myths of supposed grandeur, their journey was a wasted one. The ruin – although not completely bare – did not hold the riches they were promised. It was made all the more bitter due to the difficult journey through the place – traps and Draugr were in endless streams, and when the final chamber was eventually cleared, the pair were exhausted, and bitterly disappointed.
After resting for the night in the now safe ruin, Belladyne and Stignadr split the little money they had found and made their way back to the docks of Raven Rock – only to be stopped on the road by Reavers. Despite the group of five outnumbering the young pair, they greatly underestimated just how skilled they were. After dispatching the Reavers in a frankly embarrassingly short amount of time, both the Breton and the Nord quickly realized that they did in fact make a good team. All of a sudden, it became clear to them that with this teamwork they could go to places that had been just far too dangerous to venture into alone. And so, they remained on the island, going through old mines, ruins, and caves, fighting everything from Rieklings to Ash Spawns as both their bond and fortune grew.
When they returned to Skyrim, three things had changed – where once they had left Windhelm docks poor, they returned with riches; not only that, but their relationship had developed into something far more substantial than friends. The final change was one Belladyne was not all that surprised to hear about – the Thieves Guild had been taken over by Mercer, and it was truly in poor shape. Thankfully, despite her disappearance for a month or so, Mercer welcomed her back.
About a year later, Belladyne and Stigandr had been wed, and Rozalia was born.
Now, Riften wasn’t a really great place for childcare – with the Thieves Guild and corruption rife in the city, you’d have to have some really good friends or just be crazy to leave your kid with someone else while you were off and working. And both of Rozalia’s parents still worked – Belladyne with the Guild, and Stigandr going on hunts and plundering trips. Out of the two workplaces, the Ratway and the Guild were a far safer environment for a child – so, Roze was brought up among Thieves. Belladyne’s companions were – not so much happy, but obliged – to take care of Roze while she was out on contracts, and once she was old enough to walk and talk, she became a much more valued member of the group. By four years old, they were using her as to distract marks in the Riften marketplace to pickpocket them; by five, she was crawling through small windows and gaps in homes to retrieve keys to let others in; and by six she could crack open a very easy lock after a few tries.
Because of this fairly free way of living, Roze would consider her childhood to be a rather happy one. She grew to understand the true worth of things, to spot potential marks, and to know when to take risks or not. Highly useful survival skills, especially for a Thief. Stigandr wasn’t particularly happy that his little girl was being taught a skillset that would only give her the chance of a criminal life – he wanted her to have something that would give her the chance to make an honest living, if she so chose.
When she was about seven or so, he was taking her out on hunting trips near the fringes of the city – not allowing her to use a bow despite her pleadings, but showing her how to forage, build fires, and the basics of tracking and butchering animals. However, after many months of her whining “How am I supposed to kill and butcher it if I can’t shoot”, he finally got her her own bow, and began teaching her how to use it. After a month or so of skewering trees and nearly killing guards on duty with stray arrows, she was finally able to aim straight. By ten, she was shooting moving targets and took down her first deer.
Over the years, Roze’s skill both with her bow and with sneaking improved immensely – at the age of 16, she became an official member of the Thieves Guild, receiving her own set of armour, and was soon getting plenty of contracts both from Guild members, and Mercer himself eventually. However, her first contract from him was not an easy feat; a few weeks earlier, he’d done a job with a fellow Thief who had taken something quite precious from him – an enchanted blade, called Chillrend. A stupid move by the Thief, as he himself had been incarcerated in Solitude, and subsequently lost the sword. The Thief was now dead – so the sword had been moved from evidence to the castle armoury. Mercer wanted Roze to steal it back.
Being just the age of 18 at this point, it was a somewhat daunting task for her. However, she was not one to shy away from a task, especially with the rewards and respect she’d get from succeeding. It took nearly two months of careful planning and infiltrating, but Roze finally broke into the armoury, and fled with the sword. Even though she was now wanted in Solitude Hold for theft and conspiracy to grand larceny (That’s what happens when you break into the High King’s Castle, I guess.), along with a few wounds from the castle guards themselves, Roze returned to the Guild a heroine. She’d done something nigh on impossible, without killing anyone or being incarcerated. Fair to say, the drinks were on her the following nights, and life was pretty good.
And then, things took a turn for the worse – beginning with the disappearance of her Father.
When she and her Mother returned from the Guild one night, they weren’t too worried when they saw Stignadr wasn’t home; he often took off on a whim if the opportunity for money or food for the home came knocking – but when they saw he had left behind his beloved Dwarven Bow, the one he had nearly died to procure, concern hit them. All that was left along with the bow was a hastily written note, stating that he had to leave for an emergency, and that the bow was to be given to Rozalia.
Leaving like that went against everything he was as a man; he just wouldn’t do that to them. So both Rozalia and Belladyne began searching for him – looking for days and days before finally returning to the Guild to plead for help. Despite many of the guild members feeling bad for them, Mercer forbade any assistance to be given to them – he stated it would be nought but a distraction to their work, and the Guild needed coin more than anything these days – they looked for wealth, not people.
At that unexpected blow, relations between Rozalia and Belladyne, and the Guild grew sour. They left the Guild, keeping the Armour and dying it black in a show of their disrespect to the place and people they had once regarded as family. Making a vow to keep in touch with each other, Belladyne and Rozalia parted ways, hoping that if they split up, they would somehow find him. Rozalia remained in Skyrim, while her Mother journeyed back to Solstheim in the hopes of finding him there.
Despite still writing to her Mother as often as she could, Roze wasn’t spending her days looking for her Father. She missed him dearly, but knew that he wouldn’t have left for no good reason. Instead she built on her skills, still keeping in touch with a few of the more friendly Guild members in secret so she could do side-contracts for them.
In the next three years, she lived as a nomad; going from place to place, stealing things, building contacts with various people, and additionally, increasing her skill set; specifically her magic.
At the time of her leaving home, she was already a Novice in Alteration magic; her Breton blood made it particularly easy for her to pick up spells, specifically the Alteration type, taught by her Mother at the young age of nine. This came about due to the development of an irrational fear of the dark, after a young Padfoot of the Guild had played a prank on her, leaving her locked in the Ratway Warrens for five hours without any source of light. Her Mother eventually grew tired of wasting candlewax as her young daughter refused to sleep without a light, so she built up her skill enough to teach her the spell Candlelight; offering up a soft light she could continue casting until she fell asleep.
Her fear of the dark disappeared after she grew as a Thief, and realized the dark was in fact her friend and ally in her line of work; but her interest in magic never quite died. Although never bothering to go into the realms of Restoration or Destruction – even though they would come in quite handy in such a dangerous world – her foothold in Alteration gave her the push to continue with it. Therefore, as she travelled, she encountered mages of various species and backgrounds, hoping to gain better insight into the craft. As she travelled, she made just enough to continue her nomadic lifestyle of travelling – occasionally journeying with Khajiit Caravans for both safety in numbers, and the enjoyable company. Her skills grew, and life was fairly day-to-day
... and then the greatest opportunity for a Thief came along in 4E 201 – the beginning of the Civil War, and the return of the Dragons.
Naturally, the whole dragon-thing was terrifying. Being roasted at any minute while out on the road was not a thought that helped her sleep at night. But she prevailed, and got into the lucrative business of stealing from the people who were so damn occupied with both the War and the Dragons, that they forgot to check for Thieves.
As for the War, she was on the fence about the whole thing. She understood why each side was fighting; but if there was one thing she hated in particular, it was the damned Thalmor. Everytime she came across a group of them on the road with a prisoner, she set herself up with her bow at a distance and took them out one by one – because she’d heard the horror stories of those High Elf bastards and their torture methods, and if she could whittle away their forces a little at a time, she would be perfectly happy to attempt it.
Unfortunately, they eventually found out both the name and the face of who was picking off their agents on the road, so she was now an “enemy of the state.” Thankfully, the War ended, with the Dragonborn becoming High King after the Stormcloaks victory – and the Thalmor were eventually driven out of Skyrim.
However, trouble still existed in Skyrim – and it was trouble that brought her to Markarth, in the hopes that arriving here would wipe out her bounty in Solitude. High Treason wasn’t easily paid off, so perhaps helping the High King himself with this whole Forsworn business would do the job.
The story of Rozalia Éathliel begins in the icy Wastelands of Solstheim, and the chance meeting of a young Nord Marauder by the name of Stigandr, and a young Breton Thief by the name of Belladyne. Although neither of them native to the snowy isle, their work had brought them there; ironically enough, for the same reason. Belladyne under contract by the Thieves Guild – a Guild she had been a member of for a good decade and a half – and Stigandr simply for the chance of gaining fame and fortune. For, although a Marauder, he preferred to gain his wealth in slightly less immoral ways than killing people on the street like his fellows. Spelunking in ruins or even robbing homes were far better than taking innocent lives, in his humble opinion. As for Belladyne, she had a far more cold view of the world. If someone got in her way, they could quite happily get into a very close relationship with the point of her blade – however, due to rules put in place by the Guild, she didn’t kill quite as often as she would have done without them.
The pair had arrived on the isle in search of an old Nordic ruin, within which lay endless treasure and priceless artefacts. A fairly common and even cliché tale, but it seemed the pair had no choice. Stigandr was not having any luck finding money elsewhere, without turning to murder; and Belladyne was having trouble with the Guild, what with the death of Gallus at the hands of Karliah. Infighting among her comrades had driven her away from the place, and she had come to Solstheim in the hopes that these untold riches would somehow solve the problems of her family.
Although the location of the ruins was not hard to source from the locals of the island, the journey there was arduous. A snowstorm set in for a good week, they were both forced to set out into the blizzard, completely unaware of each other’s existence until they finally reached the ruin.
Naturally, when they first caught sight of each other, their reaction was one of aggression – in a world like the one they lived in, it was the only way to survive out in the open. When the situation was de-escalated slightly – mainly by Stigandr – they agreed to work with each other upon finding out about their shared location – simply because if there was endless loot there, Stigandr would only need a small percentage of it for himself, and Belladyne would be happy to depart with this. So, although not fully trusting one another, they continued their journey while working together.
What would have been a simple month’s trip lasted much longer due to this newfound relationship between the pair.
As is common in these myths of supposed grandeur, their journey was a wasted one. The ruin – although not completely bare – did not hold the riches they were promised. It was made all the more bitter due to the difficult journey through the place – traps and Draugr were in endless streams, and when the final chamber was eventually cleared, the pair were exhausted, and bitterly disappointed.
After resting for the night in the now safe ruin, Belladyne and Stignadr split the little money they had found and made their way back to the docks of Raven Rock – only to be stopped on the road by Reavers. Despite the group of five outnumbering the young pair, they greatly underestimated just how skilled they were. After dispatching the Reavers in a frankly embarrassingly short amount of time, both the Breton and the Nord quickly realized that they did in fact make a good team. All of a sudden, it became clear to them that with this teamwork they could go to places that had been just far too dangerous to venture into alone. And so, they remained on the island, going through old mines, ruins, and caves, fighting everything from Rieklings to Ash Spawns as both their bond and fortune grew.
When they returned to Skyrim, three things had changed – where once they had left Windhelm docks poor, they returned with riches; not only that, but their relationship had developed into something far more substantial than friends. The final change was one Belladyne was not all that surprised to hear about – the Thieves Guild had been taken over by Mercer, and it was truly in poor shape. Thankfully, despite her disappearance for a month or so, Mercer welcomed her back.
About a year later, Belladyne and Stigandr had been wed, and Rozalia was born.
Now, Riften wasn’t a really great place for childcare – with the Thieves Guild and corruption rife in the city, you’d have to have some really good friends or just be crazy to leave your kid with someone else while you were off and working. And both of Rozalia’s parents still worked – Belladyne with the Guild, and Stigandr going on hunts and plundering trips. Out of the two workplaces, the Ratway and the Guild were a far safer environment for a child – so, Roze was brought up among Thieves. Belladyne’s companions were – not so much happy, but obliged – to take care of Roze while she was out on contracts, and once she was old enough to walk and talk, she became a much more valued member of the group. By four years old, they were using her as to distract marks in the Riften marketplace to pickpocket them; by five, she was crawling through small windows and gaps in homes to retrieve keys to let others in; and by six she could crack open a very easy lock after a few tries.
Because of this fairly free way of living, Roze would consider her childhood to be a rather happy one. She grew to understand the true worth of things, to spot potential marks, and to know when to take risks or not. Highly useful survival skills, especially for a Thief. Stigandr wasn’t particularly happy that his little girl was being taught a skillset that would only give her the chance of a criminal life – he wanted her to have something that would give her the chance to make an honest living, if she so chose.
When she was about seven or so, he was taking her out on hunting trips near the fringes of the city – not allowing her to use a bow despite her pleadings, but showing her how to forage, build fires, and the basics of tracking and butchering animals. However, after many months of her whining “How am I supposed to kill and butcher it if I can’t shoot”, he finally got her her own bow, and began teaching her how to use it. After a month or so of skewering trees and nearly killing guards on duty with stray arrows, she was finally able to aim straight. By ten, she was shooting moving targets and took down her first deer.
Over the years, Roze’s skill both with her bow and with sneaking improved immensely – at the age of 16, she became an official member of the Thieves Guild, receiving her own set of armour, and was soon getting plenty of contracts both from Guild members, and Mercer himself eventually. However, her first contract from him was not an easy feat; a few weeks earlier, he’d done a job with a fellow Thief who had taken something quite precious from him – an enchanted blade, called Chillrend. A stupid move by the Thief, as he himself had been incarcerated in Solitude, and subsequently lost the sword. The Thief was now dead – so the sword had been moved from evidence to the castle armoury. Mercer wanted Roze to steal it back.
Being just the age of 18 at this point, it was a somewhat daunting task for her. However, she was not one to shy away from a task, especially with the rewards and respect she’d get from succeeding. It took nearly two months of careful planning and infiltrating, but Roze finally broke into the armoury, and fled with the sword. Even though she was now wanted in Solitude Hold for theft and conspiracy to grand larceny (That’s what happens when you break into the High King’s Castle, I guess.), along with a few wounds from the castle guards themselves, Roze returned to the Guild a heroine. She’d done something nigh on impossible, without killing anyone or being incarcerated. Fair to say, the drinks were on her the following nights, and life was pretty good.
And then, things took a turn for the worse – beginning with the disappearance of her Father.
When she and her Mother returned from the Guild one night, they weren’t too worried when they saw Stignadr wasn’t home; he often took off on a whim if the opportunity for money or food for the home came knocking – but when they saw he had left behind his beloved Dwarven Bow, the one he had nearly died to procure, concern hit them. All that was left along with the bow was a hastily written note, stating that he had to leave for an emergency, and that the bow was to be given to Rozalia.
Leaving like that went against everything he was as a man; he just wouldn’t do that to them. So both Rozalia and Belladyne began searching for him – looking for days and days before finally returning to the Guild to plead for help. Despite many of the guild members feeling bad for them, Mercer forbade any assistance to be given to them – he stated it would be nought but a distraction to their work, and the Guild needed coin more than anything these days – they looked for wealth, not people.
At that unexpected blow, relations between Rozalia and Belladyne, and the Guild grew sour. They left the Guild, keeping the Armour and dying it black in a show of their disrespect to the place and people they had once regarded as family. Making a vow to keep in touch with each other, Belladyne and Rozalia parted ways, hoping that if they split up, they would somehow find him. Rozalia remained in Skyrim, while her Mother journeyed back to Solstheim in the hopes of finding him there.
Despite still writing to her Mother as often as she could, Roze wasn’t spending her days looking for her Father. She missed him dearly, but knew that he wouldn’t have left for no good reason. Instead she built on her skills, still keeping in touch with a few of the more friendly Guild members in secret so she could do side-contracts for them.
In the next three years, she lived as a nomad; going from place to place, stealing things, building contacts with various people, and additionally, increasing her skill set; specifically her magic.
At the time of her leaving home, she was already a Novice in Alteration magic; her Breton blood made it particularly easy for her to pick up spells, specifically the Alteration type, taught by her Mother at the young age of nine. This came about due to the development of an irrational fear of the dark, after a young Padfoot of the Guild had played a prank on her, leaving her locked in the Ratway Warrens for five hours without any source of light. Her Mother eventually grew tired of wasting candlewax as her young daughter refused to sleep without a light, so she built up her skill enough to teach her the spell Candlelight; offering up a soft light she could continue casting until she fell asleep.
Her fear of the dark disappeared after she grew as a Thief, and realized the dark was in fact her friend and ally in her line of work; but her interest in magic never quite died. Although never bothering to go into the realms of Restoration or Destruction – even though they would come in quite handy in such a dangerous world – her foothold in Alteration gave her the push to continue with it. Therefore, as she travelled, she encountered mages of various species and backgrounds, hoping to gain better insight into the craft. As she travelled, she made just enough to continue her nomadic lifestyle of travelling – occasionally journeying with Khajiit Caravans for both safety in numbers, and the enjoyable company. Her skills grew, and life was fairly day-to-day
... and then the greatest opportunity for a Thief came along in 4E 201 – the beginning of the Civil War, and the return of the Dragons.
Naturally, the whole dragon-thing was terrifying. Being roasted at any minute while out on the road was not a thought that helped her sleep at night. But she prevailed, and got into the lucrative business of stealing from the people who were so damn occupied with both the War and the Dragons, that they forgot to check for Thieves.
As for the War, she was on the fence about the whole thing. She understood why each side was fighting; but if there was one thing she hated in particular, it was the damned Thalmor. Everytime she came across a group of them on the road with a prisoner, she set herself up with her bow at a distance and took them out one by one – because she’d heard the horror stories of those High Elf bastards and their torture methods, and if she could whittle away their forces a little at a time, she would be perfectly happy to attempt it.
Unfortunately, they eventually found out both the name and the face of who was picking off their agents on the road, so she was now an “enemy of the state.” Thankfully, the War ended, with the Dragonborn becoming High King after the Stormcloaks victory – and the Thalmor were eventually driven out of Skyrim.
However, trouble still existed in Skyrim – and it was trouble that brought her to Markarth, in the hopes that arriving here would wipe out her bounty in Solitude. High Treason wasn’t easily paid off, so perhaps helping the High King himself with this whole Forsworn business would do the job.
Personality:
One immediate thing that is noticed when meeting Rozalia, is that she is quite the pleasant individual. Other than a missing Father, there has been no real tragedy in her life – no extended family or friends close enough to warrant any grief within her heart - for an extended amount of - upon losing them. Quick to smile and even quicker to laugh, Roze can brighten up the atmosphere of a room by making quips – oft times these jests can come at fairly unappreciated times, but humour is one thing she enjoys falling back on. She’s never really had much occasion to be serious or sombre; only in a real fear or panic will her optimistic facade fall through, and her vulnerable side is on show.
As for her intelligence; her bouncy exterior somehow gives off the assumption that she is naught but an airhead... an assumption that she hates above anything else. She has a shrewd and strategic mind; perhaps not the best for swift and tactical thinking, but for planning ahead, she is a pro; as made obvious by her infiltration of Solitude Castle Armoury.
When not in any kind of situation to force her to lighten the mood, she is fairly relaxed; despite never having truly worked on her speech, creating a relaxed environment comes naturally to her. As for how she treats others, it entirely depends on her assessment of them – if they treat her or others in a negative manner for no good reason, she will treat them in kind; but for others, Roze is quite happy to lend a hand, or an ear to listen, or a shoulder to lean on – because even if the person isn’t really interested in becoming friends, if you do a favour for them, they are indebted to you. And most in Skyrim – regardless of specie - had a strong sense of honour regarding favours and repayment in kind.
One immediate thing that is noticed when meeting Rozalia, is that she is quite the pleasant individual. Other than a missing Father, there has been no real tragedy in her life – no extended family or friends close enough to warrant any grief within her heart - for an extended amount of - upon losing them. Quick to smile and even quicker to laugh, Roze can brighten up the atmosphere of a room by making quips – oft times these jests can come at fairly unappreciated times, but humour is one thing she enjoys falling back on. She’s never really had much occasion to be serious or sombre; only in a real fear or panic will her optimistic facade fall through, and her vulnerable side is on show.
As for her intelligence; her bouncy exterior somehow gives off the assumption that she is naught but an airhead... an assumption that she hates above anything else. She has a shrewd and strategic mind; perhaps not the best for swift and tactical thinking, but for planning ahead, she is a pro; as made obvious by her infiltration of Solitude Castle Armoury.
When not in any kind of situation to force her to lighten the mood, she is fairly relaxed; despite never having truly worked on her speech, creating a relaxed environment comes naturally to her. As for how she treats others, it entirely depends on her assessment of them – if they treat her or others in a negative manner for no good reason, she will treat them in kind; but for others, Roze is quite happy to lend a hand, or an ear to listen, or a shoulder to lean on – because even if the person isn’t really interested in becoming friends, if you do a favour for them, they are indebted to you. And most in Skyrim – regardless of specie - had a strong sense of honour regarding favours and repayment in kind.
Capabilities:
Skills:
- Expert: Sneak – She’s been living among Thieves; literally. Her way of getting pocket money as a kid was to steal petty cash from other Guild members, and a kid has to be sneaky to do that.
- Adept: Marksman – Her favourite weapon; the bow. Not messy, long range or short-range; and even adds a certain strength when punching people in the face with it.
- Adept: Lockpicking – The bread and butter of a Thief. She could be better, but the girl carries enough lockpicks to not have to worry about conserving them.
- Adept: Alteration – Who needs Restoration when you have potions?
- Apprentice: Acrobatics – What can she say? She craves that mineral. And you gotta jump and climb for the mineral, guys.
- Novice: Athletics – Rozalia has hardly ever been caught – and if any thievery has been noticed, she’s already far enough with the loot for anyone to catch up with her. Therefore, her stamina on running isn’t too spectacular.
- Novice: Pickpocket – She prefers to avoid the conflict of getting caught and instead robs houses rather than people; therefore, it’s not the best skill she has.
- Novice: 1H Blades – She prefers her bow, but knows enough about swords on what to do in close combat – either run away, climb up a tree, or stick ‘em with the pointy end.
Weaknesses:
- Alcoholic tendencies – Alcohol helps people go to sleep. She often has trouble sleeping. Ergo, alcohol is GOOD! Until the next morning, that is...
- Partial Insomniac – it comes and goes. Which actually makes shit worse, not better. She has no idea what night will bring her. *sigh*
- Physically weaker than most – she’s a short, slim girl, with the only muscle on her being from climbing, running, and holding back her bowstring. That’s not a lot of muscle when compared to the majority of barbarian-like men (and women, as it happens ) living in the north.
- Arachnophobia – Frost Spiders? Giant spiders? Regular spiders? Nope. Nopenopenope. All aboard the Nopetrain to Fuckthatville. Wait... Tamriel doesn’t have trains. Erm... all aboard the Nopestallion to Fuckthathold.
- Innocent stature – Her short, slim and young physique – comely face not withholding – often gives her a lot of unwanted attention. Either from men and women looking for a good time and assuming she’s some helpless and impressionable young girl, or from others with more nefarious purposes, it’s obvious to her that she just has one of those faces that scream “Hey! Look at me! I’M A TARGET! :D”
Relations to Other Characters:
None so far.
Affiliation(s):
Thieves Guild (Member)
Some Khajiit Caravans – has a soft spot for the species, both because of their unfair prosecution as Thieves, and the fact that most she has met have been extremely decent – they always have a good story to share too.
Spells (if any):
Alteration: Detect Life, Ironflesh, Telekinesis, Transmute, Waterbreathing, Magelight, Equilibrium.
Combat Style:
When it comes to a fray, Roze prefers to be up in a high place, both shooting from afar and out of the way. Her skill with a bow is enough that she can quite easily aid in a battle by picking off people one by one, or simply felling them to the ground so others can take them out. It is only when the fight comes up close and personal that she reaches her disadvantage – although she prefers to run away when this occurs, in truly desperate situations, she is at her weakest. She doesn’t have the strength to fight off the stronger type of warriors, nor the speed to dodge attacks from berserkers. Any close encounters she has with her blade are frenzied, desperate, and probably easily deflected from a decent swordsman.
Although she has some spells she can use, they are mainly Alteration, and useless in a combat situation for the most part. As for hand-to-hand... well, she has long nails. They have come in handy in the past – and although a punch from her can break a nose or two, she just doesn’t have the stamina or strength to fight like that for long.
Other Capabilities:
Has one hell of a good singing voice, and is also rather talented at playing the lute. Had the Thieving game not been so lucrative, she could well have become a Bard.
Basic hunting, butchering, and various other survival skills, from years of being out on her own, and also guidance from more experienced people in her younger years.
Thanks to her Nordic blood, has a 10% resistance to frost, and from her Breton side, a 25% resistance to magic.
Inventory:
Cash:
- 300 Septims
- Roughly 25 Lockpicks, stashed here and there around her body, and the remaining 15 or so in her bag.
- 1 Spare Key, stolen from the House of Clan Battle-Born in Whiterun.
- 1 key for a small underground shelter, hidden in the marshes of Morthal.
- 1 replicate key, which unlocks the door to the Solitude Castle Armoury.
Clothing and Armor:
- Basic Leather Thieves Guild Armour, coloured black.
- Leather Thieves Guild Hood, Boots, and Bracers, also coloured black.
- Leather face Cowl, also black.
- Off-white, off-shoulder tunic with brown corset and brown lacings.
- Laced trousers, brown.
- Brown boots.
- Long, battered travelling cloak with hood – dark leather, fur lined, warm, and definitely stolen.
Weapon and Ammunition:
- One Dwarven Bow – her most prized possession. Belonged to her Marauder Father, who had gained it after a terrifying and arduous quest with ten others into a Dwarven Ruin. He barely let her touch any weapon before finally giving into her demands and teaching her how to shoot arrows from a young age. When he disappeared, he seemingly left this behind on purpose – Roze keeps it in the hope of seeing him again one day.
- 20 Steel Arrows – nothing fancy, but strong enough to retrieve from dead bodies without breaking.
- 1 Steel short-sword.
- 1 Steel dagger.
- Several pockets of coarse sand – not a very obvious weapon, but if some big guy is threatening you for your money in the middle of a dark alley, the last thing he expects is a handful of rough sand thrown in his eyes.
Potion and Arcane Supplies:
- 1 small bottle of Invisibility – stolen, not made.
- 1 Healing potion.
- 1 Bottle of weak poison.
Jewellery and Novelty Items:
- Amulet of Mara, from her Mother.
Books and Documents:
- 1 copy of ‘The Woodcutter’s Wife’ – a favourite childhood story
- 1 Copy of ‘The Cabin in the Woods’ – another favourite childhood story; obviously she was a messed up kid who loved horror stories.
- 1 copy of ‘Beggar’
- 1 copy of ‘Thief’
- 1 copy of ‘Warrior’ – still in the process of reading this one.
- 1 Letter, requesting her presence here.
- 1 Cryptic Letter, left by her Father.
- Several short letters sent by her Mother from Solstheim.
Food, Drinks, Provisions:
- 1 large skin of fresh water.
- 2 medium-sized flask of Stros M’Kai Rum.
- 1 Onion
- 2 Potatoes
- 1 Wedge of Cheese
- 1 Small loaf of bread
- 1 Small jar of honey
- Salt
- Two Garlic
Bags, Pouches, Packs:
- 1 Medium-sized knapsack, bedroll attached.
- Several pouches hidden in the lining of her cloak, each containing either gold coins, or sand.
- Quiver, for arrows.
- Small satchel containing her food.
Other:
- Several bandages and bottles of skooma – not for addiction use, but she’s found that in certain cases, they are a very effective pain relief for bad wounds. Also useful in trade.
- 1 Tinderbox.
- 1 small pot of flammable oil – useful for lanterns, making torches, or even traps.
- 2 sticks of Charcoal – for writing.
- 2 rolls of blank parchment.
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