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A little artistic license, the images are just things I found that reminded me of the characters. 

: He is strapping for a Breton and his tattoos are strange, still he reminded me of men I grew up around. A hunter like my father, a man at home in the woods and who loves the land. But then he had to open his mouth. He brags as naturally as breathing and though abrasive there are times when he can be amusing. 

: There’s a name that sent chills up the back of many a traveler. I am not surprised to see him in chains, it was never if just when. I will keep my eye on him, for the saying goes, beware the old man in a profession where so many die young. 

 : The biggest orc I’ve ever seen in my life. I’ve noticed some potions on his belt and if I were not worried about getting my skull crushed like a walnut, I’d take a closer look. Perhaps some strength potion that also lends to muscle growth. Fascinating. 

: A spirited girl with a desire to do good in the world but I fear she wishes to take on more than even her long sword can handle. Battling past and present wrongs, I can see myself in her if I had not found the healing at the temple. I can see she will likely keep me as busy as any of them.

: A Vigilant of Stendarr, I can imagine the evil he must have defeated in his long years. There are too few that will dedicate themselves to the eradication of darkness and the danger that is inherent in that life. That battered armor and silver sword speaks more than words and despite the fact he is Altmer, he fights for a greater cause than the Dominion. I can respect that.

 : There is the beggar boy, small and wary like his namesake. I cannot help but feel the mercy of Mara when I look at him but I am not as naive as they think. I know he must be a thief or worse, for the life of one like him is hard and mean and that does not favor gentle souls. I will help him where I can but I will keep my purse close as I do. 

 : A dandy with scars, no doubt each well earned. He masks himself with finery, this is his armor against the world but under the dyed hair and fancy clothing, he seems more akin to a skeever. I don’t like to think the worst of people but a rich man who could not buy off the Count must have done something quite horrible. 

 : A fellow mage, I look forward to discussing indepth the crafts we specialize in. She has a few gems on her and I suspect she is a Conjuration mage, no doubt also skilled in Destruction as it is always useful. I do wish to pick her brain, I have not had the chance since I left the Temple to speak to a peer. 

 : A friendly, if guarded sort, I like his stories but when he is not telling tales there is a look in his eyes that I recognize. He gazes not at a person but off into the distance, as if watching the horizon. I am sure he has seen much in his time at war that plague his dreams. At the temple, war torn men and women would sometimes find solace with the Divines but too many others try to treat themselves in secret. He seems a good man, if he wishes for help I will give it freely.

Name: Gaela ‘Greenfingers’ Dunywyr

Race: Breton

Family Origins: Born in Glenumbra in a hunter’s cabin on the edge of the woods, far from the bustle of the city. Her parents are Bretons, her mother’s family from Daggerfall and has a tradition of mages in their lines while her father's folk traditionally live off the land. Gaela and her siblings would follow their mother as she gathered herbs for her healing practice and learned how to track and survive in the wild forests and swamps of their homeland from their father, a ranger who was often gone for long stretches of time hunting not just to provide food and hides for his family but to collect bounties on the wolves and werewolves that plagued the land.  A dangerous profession that would eventually claim his life. 

Appearance: She stands around 5’6’’ with an ample, feminine build. A fair face with a scattering of freckles, her eyes are river blue and bright with curiosity. Her brown hair is worn in a messy bun at the nape of her neck to keep it out of her face. Gaela has a slight pointed tip to her otherwise human ears, a faint trace of the elvish blood in Breton race. She favors robes with plenty of hidden pockets and when she travels she carries a knapsack, with a belt of pouches around her waist. A hooded cloak to keep off the weather and sturdy supple leather boots are also worn. 

"Everyone laughs at Restoration until they have a hole in their gut."

Age: 28

Equipment: A walking staff, can be wielded for self defense if her magic is depleted. A steel knife used mostly for utilitarian jobs.

Miscellaneous: In her pack is a hood and cloak, a bedroll, travel food, a waterskin, 15 septims. 4 vials of health potion, 2 vials of regeneration potion, 2 empty vials. Bundles of dried herbs and roots, a small mortar and pestle, a small ceramic crucible, and a change of clothes (wool robe, leather leggings). A silver arrow head on a chain worn around her neck, under her robes. Carved figures of Mara and Kynareth, a few small books and scrolls along with a quill, ink, and a small leather journal. A strangely engraved bit of metal, seemly of Dwemer make, a finger bone of a draugr and silver ring with a dark red garnet. A variety of bits and pieces picked up on her journey, she tends to hoard little things that attract her magpie sense of curiosity, with intention of figuring it out but often forgetting about it until much later which is why she has a knapsack but also pouches around her waist and another slung over her shoulder.

Favored Skills: 
Highly Proficient : Alchemy 
Moderately Proficient: Restoration: Healing, Fast Healing, Healing Hands, Steadfast Ward, Turn the Undead, Sunfire, Close Wounds, Greater Ward, Destruction: Flames, Ignite, Fireball, Lightning Bolt, Freeze, Runes of Flame, Freeze and Lightning. 
Somewhat Proficient: Alteration-Candlelight and Oakflesh, Sneak, Small Blades

Crime Committed: Accused of selling poison to a woman to kill her husband.  

Character Background: Gaela earned the nickname ‘Greenfingers’ when she was a child, coming back from the fields and woods surrounding the cabin her father built with her fists full of herbs, staining her pale skin. With an insatiable appetite for knowledge, she devoured any book she could get her hands on, surpassing her parent’s rudimentary schooling by the time she was eight. She showed an aptitude for magic but there were few mages in the countryside to learn from.

When she turned twelve, two major things happened that changed her life. Her father accompanied her into a wild untracked part of the forest, for she was seeking a rare herb to help with her mother’s chronic illness. There they were stalked and attacked by a particularly large and vicious werewolf. Gaela never spoke of the events, no one knew how she managed to survive but she came home alone and began to set fire to things. She blamed herself for putting him in danger, for forgetting the most simple rule he set for her exploring. Always return to camp before the sun starts to set. But she was distracted, lost in wandering and the shadows grew before she realized how late it was. If she had not ventured so far into the wild woods, her scent would not have been picked up by the cursed of Hircine and her father would not have had to come searching for her. The details of being stalked by the blood thirsty creature, the fear and the horror at facing the beast haunt her dreams but the guilt weighs on her even in her waking hours. What if...the two most bitter words to touch the tongue. 

Without a husband to support her and her children, her mother returned to Daggerfall. Unable to handle the change in her oldest daughter, the trauma manifesting itself in the teenage girl acting out with fire and painful silence, so unlike Gaela's good natured personality. She was sent to live with an aunt who was a servant to the local Lord. There she would be given the chance to learn to harness her internal gift. She began to learn from the court mage and when her talent at healing was apparent, she went to apprentice at the Temple of the Divines. The priests and priestesses taught her not only about the art of Restoration magic but about mercy and temperance, to come to terms with her own guilt as much as she could.  There she became accomplished at Restoration but Gaela continued to be Greenfingers and never forgot her love for herblore, continuing her study of alchemy.

Gaela has never married nor had any great loves. Her passions are for her study and though she has had her passing fancies and lovers, no one has stayed.  Instead, she pours her heart into helping those in need and into her craft. 

Despite the healing to her soul the work in the temple did, priesthood did not suit her though and her desire to travel led her away from the temple. She wandered around Highrock and western Skyrim and Hammerfell, visiting small villages to ply her healing trade as well as gather ingredients for her alchemy. Rare plants and fungi in out of the way areas was her specialty, she would gain the trust of the rural farmers and hunters, and they in turn showed her the caves and hidden glens that she would find her elusive flora. 

"You know what caves have? Mushrooms. And skeevers, bears, and the occasional Necromancer's undead minions. But the mushrooms, worth it."

One of her trips took her through  a small town in northern Highrock she met a woman who came to her for healing a broken arm of her youngest child. After a long talk and prying on Gaela’s part, she discovered the woman’s husband as an abusive drunk who kept his family in a state of constant fear. The time the woman did tried to escape with her children, he nearly killed her and forced her to miscarry. They are underfed and battered and when the woman mentions getting rid of her husband as the only solution, Gaela decided to help.

So it came to it, in the end the potion that was supposed to paralyze the man ended up killing him, for the wife was generous with the portion. They escaped but Gaela stood accused of murder and is now in chains with thieves and brawlers, the label of ‘poisoner’ now darkening her reputation and perhaps costing her own life. 

Fighting Style: She is a mage and wields the elements as her weapon. While she prefers Restoration there is no doubt that Destruction is a useful tool to master. Gaela will use her staff for defense if her magic reserves are drained. Fire and shock being her favored offensive magic. Restoration magic is mostly healing but there are some defensive spells she calls upon such as wards and spells against the undead.

Personality: Bright and goodnatured, caring, dreamy, and sometimes flaky Gaela is not the image of the dark and mysterious mage. Perhaps experimenting too often with her own potions or spending too much time alone, she tends to be off in her own world unless focused on a task such a saving a life or destroying one. As a Restoration mage her idea of vengeance is not through blood but through healing the hurts caused by those that would prey on the weak and saving those she can. Though it takes much to raise her ire, she has little tolerance for those that would prey on the weak. Though a compassionate person by nature and trade, she harbors an old and deep hate for werecreatures. 

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-A page from the alchemy journal.

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