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Supernatural: Wayward Hunters and a Shitload of broken Seals

Jeez, sorry about my absence you guys. The past few days have been pretty crazy.

Myself and @Angel Vicky will be doing a collab, so that'll get the ball rolling pretty soon. The mystery will be unveiled rather soon...

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

YAY I FINALLY DID MY POST

So, hope it's up to standard. :)

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

"Ah.. good first impressions Roza - late to the fray. That'll gain me some friends." Was the first thought running through the young Breton girl's mind as she exited Ashav's tent. Having arrived to the camp only a few hours ago, she had wasted no time in making her way straight to whomever was in charge. After some false directions, and plenty of laughs in her face, she was told to go to either Ashav, or Dumhuvud - although according to most she had encountered so far, the latter wasn't particularly the most pleasant company.

Especially to a late-comer like herself.

Ashav - a daunting Redguard man - turned out to be grim and somewhat grumpy, but wasn't all that perturbed by her lateness. If anything, he seemed relieved for one extra pair of hands helping out; although he did gave her a dubious look over as she entered his tent. She could hardly blame him - the amount of looks she'd received already told her that the majority of people here looked far more... well, quite simply more than her.

Once they had discussed quite briefly where her talents lay, he had told her she would be joining the other archers. He didn't go into any particular detail about the plan, nor who the other archers were or where to find them. However, she was hardly one to complain - deciding that, as per usual, she could look after herself upon exiting their Camp Leader's tent.

After finding a somewhat quieter corner of the camp, Rozalia threw down her bag and bedroll, and perched on a nearby rock. Sighing heavily, she watched as her warm breath swirled out into a mist before her, eventually dissipating into the freezing night's air. Unbuckling her cloak, she draped it across her makeshift bed before pulling her bag closer to her - she would be colder without the extra layer, but she'd definitely be better off in the night with it around her. She didn't carry blankets - too much of a burden on an already heavy load for a nimble thief like herself.

"Gods above... what was I thinking about coming here?" Roze muttered to herself as she cast her eyes about the camp. There were some very questionable looking characters that she had passed on her brief walk through the place. Was this really a place for a Thief? No... but for a criminal, she'd definitely go for yes. Not only that, but she hadn't seen any other Bretons as of yet - most likely because of the aims of the mission. The Reachmen they were going in to fight were the same race as herself - now, this didn't particularly bother Roze in the slightest, considering all the sick things the Forsworn were known to do; but she just knew certain close-minded individuals in the camp would draw conclusions to this fact of shared race, and then misjudge her for it.

Deciding to not dwell too much on the fact - but making a mental note to add another damn thing to the list of reasons she needed to watch her back for - Rozalia began digging through her bag for a bite to eat. The road hadn't been a fair one to her - because it was far too dangerous to travel during the night, she had journeyed along during the day, thus making her arrive rather late at night to the camp.
"Ah... if Mother and Father could see me now. Mother would kill me - Da would likely be by my side, making jokes." She thought to herself, the image in her mind bringing forth a light chuckle, and just like that, her mood flipped to a most pleasant one. Although not a usual place for a thief, the battlefield was not a totally alien concept to her. And also...
Hell...
Money is money.
And a thief likes money.

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After a swift supper - and a slight dipping into of her mead stash - Roze picked herself back up to take another look around the camp; perhaps to find a useful comrade that would tell her what exactly was happening in the next few days. As she wandered around the various tents and groups of people, Roze found that now that was more settled in, the place looked far less foreign. The raucous laughter coming from various tents, accompanied by the clunking of tankards and slosh of liquid gave her a sense of ease, and the braziers and torches lit throughout the place blazed away merrily - yet the light was not yet too bright to affect her view of the sky.

Oh, and what a sky it was. If she could be paid for skygazing, Roza would do it daily. The constellations were always bright - sometimes the twinkling of certain stars would break through even the thickest cloud cover - and the two moons were, as always, luminous and large in the night sky. Even further North, you'd be lucky to see shimmering lights dance across the sky, as if the Gods themselves had brushed a living myriad of colours across the blanket of darkness that lay behind the stars.

Roze's inner musings and contemplation on the beauty of the sky was broken by a sudden introduction. Looking back to the earth, Roze was more than surprised to see someone had actually spoken to her in a non-patronizing manner. A striking woman stood before her - not seeming to be much older, but there was a height and a huntress's look about the redheaded Nord that gave her a somewhat intimidating look. Well... more intimidating than herself, at least.

Seeing both the hand extended in welcome, and the friendly smile, Roze returned them both in kind; a grin that one would assume to be naught but sweet spread across her face, dimples creasing in her cheeks - however, as always, there lay a mischievous glint in her eye.

"You're quite correct - I arrived only a few hours ago. However, after some vague instructions and less-than-vague insults from various people, I'm settling in nicely." Roze returned the handshake with a light chuckle following her sarcastic tone - although hardly one to complain, she was always happy in turning something into a joke. It was always - well... nearly always - a good ice breaker.

"I'm Rozalia Éathliel. If you've heard of me, then I haven't been doing a very good job of Thievery as I assumed I had." She added, again with another chuckle.

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

@MacabreFox

Of course not! I'll apologize once again for my delay in my first post - I have college deadlines that crept up on me, and job applications too. :(

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

@gcold

Yeah, I like the idea of being a newcomer too - I'll get my post up soon.
And yes, I have used that name a lot before. I first invented it when I got Oblivion; she was my first Breton character of the Elder Scrolls series. I like the name a lot so I use it a lot.

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

@gcold
Sorry about my delay in my first post - busy with college shit, and other, more neglected roleplays.
Oh, have you got any ideas on where I can jump in? I don't know whether to have her arrive late or just have been in the background this whole time.

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

Rozalia Éathliel

Rozalia Éathliel

Female Breton | 23 | The Thief

Basic Information

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Birthplace:
Riften, Skyrim.

Appearance:

Roze

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.

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Roze’s appearance has changed somewhat since joining the group; her face has taken on a shallower look, cheekbones more prominent than they had been before. Dark shadows encircle her eyes due to a lack of sleep, and would make her look permanently exhausted were it not for her bright eyes and energetic smile. As for scars, she’s picked up a few minor ones here and there – and some more serious. The largest being two jagged tears about three and a half inches long – not yet fully healed - found on the left side of her mid-riff and back, from where she was impaled. Another can be found on her right shoulder, a reopening of an old arrow wound, from yet another arrow.

Roze's Casual Clothing

Background

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. Spelunkings 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 somber; 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

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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.
• Novice: Medicine (Non-Magical) - After caring for a busted shoulder - among other injuries - Roze has picked up a little knowledge here and there about treating them. Stitches, salves, and sterilizing are all skills she now knows a little enough of to be useful to people. Her bandaging could still use some work, though.

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 things worse, not better. She has no idea what night will bring her.
  In recent events, Roze has also developed some nasty nightmares. They don’t come every night, but when they do, it’s enough to rouse her from her sleep for the rest of the night.
• 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!”

Relations and Affiliations:
Thieves Guild (Ex-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.
Sebastian Vorell – a “charming” Mage fellow she’s known for a good few years.

Opinions

Keegan:
As a general rule, I tend to avoid Altmer, what with all the anti-Talos stuff during the Civil War. I know it wasn't all Altmer, just the Thalmor... but a part of me still wonders if all of them have that kind of outlook on life. Looking down on a God simply because he started out as human. What a pointless hatred... Anyway, I haven't seen anything like that from Keegan, but then again, I haven't really spent much time with him. I've noticed he does complain a lot though.

Jorwen:
The nickname “Red-bear” suits him, because bear is the first thing that came to mind when I first met him. Big, tall, hairy, and very probable that he could snap me in half like a twig. But he wouldn’t do that – there’s a sad type of kindness hanging about the old warrior, the type you see in the veterans of war who haven’t succumbed to their anger or alcohol. I hope he stays kind instead of angry – Jorwen looks like he could use some peace in his life. I heard he fell at the Nightgate siege... Gods, what a shame.

Solveig:
She's been angry, most of what I've seen from her. I have to wonder if any attempts at cheering her up would work or just annoy her further - and I'd hate to get on her bad side. I find myself wondering how she'll take the news of Jorwen - perhaps she could use a friend during this time.

Sadri:
I’ll admit, this is another one I haven’t talked too much, if not at all. He’s certainly interesting enough to look at, with his various past injuries and colourful clothing. I’ll bet he has a few good stories to share – I should buy him a drink at the next tavern, maybe get some of those tales out of him.

Sevine:
I don’t think I have the words to describe my relationship with Sevine. I mean, when we were in the Reach and I met her the first time, she was the first person to actually make me feel welcome there. But after Windhelm? Nobody’s ever been so worried or caring about me before, beyond maybe my Dad. It was overwhelming, and I can safely say I’ve never had a friend like her. There’s not a thing I wouldn’t do for the woman. However, all of this business with her and Do'Karth has me worried. Is she rushing into it?

Leif:
Aha – slightly more complex than his good friend Sevine. Sometimes I think he’s fantastic; good sense of humour; excellent company, both in battle and out of it; even the flirting has an amusing edge. Other times I think he’s as pig-headed as they get, the way he treats his romantic endeavours is atrocious once he’s finished with them. Whether I'll be one of those romantic endeavours one day is unknown to me at this point, but I am concerned about his interest in Sevine. Unrequited love is definitely a heavy blow, but if he is truly a friend to her, he shouldn't hate her happiness so much. Starting fights with her boyfriend certainly isn't helping.

Sagax:
Oh. Sagax. Well, since getting back from Bthmaz, I haven't really talked to him that much. Moreso avoiding him, actually. I don't care about the near-suicidal heroism he has, nor the creepy Ghost that apparently hangs around him. But to be judged when I want to survive myself? That I cannot bear, and he doesn't seem to accept that.

Tsleeixth:
Poor guy got hit pretty badly in that Dwemer ruin we were spelunking in. However, he seems to have recovered, and I think my more-than mediocre first aid actually helped him out a bit. I'll have to check up on him, see how those wounds are healing. I can't believe he got imprisoned for those murders though - totally unfair!

Rhasha’Dar:
He’s pals with Sevine too, I think. We haven’t talked all that much – he gave me some insight into the bloody moons, when we were in Windhelm; also gave me a potion on The Courtsean, which was a life-saver, seriously. Otherwise, I don’t know much about him – he seems to have been in the wars recently though. I thought he had a lot of scars to begin with, since coming back he has several more wounds. Still a right sight better than Daelin looks though. Maybe when he's feeling better, I can get some potions from him?

Do’Karth:
He's one cool cat! Do'Karth helped me out after Windhelm, and I can gather from that and from what others things I've heard from him that he's a good sort. I don't care that he and Sevine are together; in fact, I'm happy for them both. I do wonder if they're moving a bit fast, but then again, I've no idea how far they've gone in their relationship. And it's none of my business, unless Sevine cares to divulge over a drink or ten. I am glad he wasn't too hurt in that ridiculous fight with with Leif..

Marcel:
Yes, he joined us at the College – Sebastian told me a little about him, but he became quite uncomfortable about the subject. At first I thought Seb was just scared of the little Breton guy, but after I got close enough to him myself, I realised what the issue was. Yikes. He’s probably nice once you get to know him, but what is up with that feeling?

Elmera Sarandas
She got a nasty wound recently from a Dwemer bolt. If I didn't like my bow so much, I'd get a crossbow - those things pack some serious damage, as seen by her leg. I noticed Leif tending to her wound when I had to run off, and popping in to see her on the ship. Hopefully she can provide some distraction to him? She's certainly pretty enough.

Vurwe Highorin
I... think I recall her? The haughty Altmer, right? I didn't know her at all, really. Heard she was murdered. Shame.

Raleyn Giordano
Hah - our resident and courageous Bard! If anything, I admire her balls. Singing during a fight, taking a spear to the guts like a champ, and getting right back to the jokes not a day later. Oh, she'll be a fun one to drink with. Let's just hope I can keep my secrets away from her. While amusing, she looks the conniving sort - and while I admire cunning, it's no good around one with a bounty on her head. Especially one as high as Haafingaar demands for mine.

Daixanos
Our newest lizardman, the one to take down Farid? Yes, he looks like a decent fellow. Kept the fight professional, and the death fairly quick. What with being on different missions after that though, I haven't spoke to him much. Hopefully we can strike up a conversation on Bleakrock.

Valen Alveul
He's the Dunmer that came with Niernan. Never spoke to him, not before he died. A sad thing, but I'd rather a stranger be killed than myself or someone I cared about, as harsh as that seems.

Niernen Venim
Poor Niernen. Windhelm alone was bad enough to deal with, but to be captured by the Kamal? Gods, I shudder to think what she went through. Not only that, but I think the poor woman is dealing with some heartbreak. Her looks to Do'Karth have been noticed by myself, if not others. Out of everything I expected when joining a mercenary group, I didn't even consider so many love triangles.

Bharzak gra-Sharad
Oh, she's the new Orc Mage right? I don't know anything of her, other than the fact she joined us on the latest forest mission. I heard some rumours about her and the Kamal, but she looks very non-Ice-Giant-y to me.

Fulrog gro-Bash:
Who's that?

Piper Speculatus
I think I'll just avoid her for the time being.

Spells:
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 a fairly nice singing voice, and learnt to play the lute as a child. 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

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Cash:
97 Septims (Much of it stolen.)

Tools and Crafting Materials:
13 Lockpicks

Clothing and Armor:
Basic Leather Thieves Guild Armour, coloured black. One can see fresh patches of leather where repairs have been made here and there.
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. - lost during Windhelm.
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. – Restocking needed.

Potion and Arcane Supplies:
One small bottle of poison.

Jewelry, Valuables and Personal Belongings:
Amulet of Mara, from her Mother.

Books and Documents:
1 Cryptic Letter, left by her Father.
Several short letters sent by her Mother from Solstheim.

Food, Drinks and Ingredients:
Salted jerky.
2 large skins of fresh water; one full, the other half-full.
Chunk of cheese.
Nearly empty bottle of whiskey.
Several crackers.
1 Apple.
Salt.
1 Stale bread roll.

Load Bearing Equipment:
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.
Belt holds several pouches.

Other:
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.

Supernatural: Wayward Hunters and a Shitload of broken Seals

@MsMellow

Hmm... Could be interesting. I'll have to see the whole CS to decide if there's issues with that character though.

Supernatural: Wayward Hunters and a Shitload of broken Seals

@The Kid Lantern

I'm definitely open to suggestions - because there are a shitload of seals, and I don't have a shitload of ideas. And if Captain Kirk himself is giving us help, who are we to say no? Haha :)
You can go ahead and send me a PM about suggestions and I'll take a look asap; I'm heading to college now is all.

Supernatural: Wayward Hunters and a Shitload of broken Seals

@The Kid Lantern

Excellent job, my friend! I like the face-claim too. You can move him on over to the CS tab and begin posting whenever you'd like. :)