AmothienJun 14, 2014Jun 14, 2014 at 04:21 AM
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Name: Amothien
Age: 23
Race: Bosmer
Flair: Red Haired with a full body Daedric tattoo and horns.
Background: She grew up in a small village just west of Elden Root. Her parents taught her to hunt and fish at an early age. She knew that animals should be friends and feared in many cases, but Survival would always come first for their people. When she was 15, her village was attacked by bandits looking for some artifact. The village had no knowledge of this artifact, and the bandits wanted it to stay that way.
The Village was burned to the ground with nearly no survivors. Amothien hid in the nearby swamp hoping to elude them. After everything had been lost, she tracked the bandits to the west. They had a ship off shore and were holding camp near an old ruin near the mountainside. She had planned to slaughter them, but did not know how to do it. There were roughly 12 of them and she had little training and no real weapon. Yet, her vengeance would not be stilled.
She went into the camp at night and snuck into the nearest tent. Slowly unsheathing the bandits sword from the ground. She cut his throat, a loud gurgle occurred with a sense of satisfaction. But the sound woke a nearby bandit. Hearing the man yell of an assassin, she ran to the nearby ruin, only to be chased by the rest of them. Blood-Hungry just as she was.
She had ran down many steps deep into the ruin, where a large shattered monument sat. This was obviously an old shrine of unknown origin to her. Her assailants were close behind her. Seeing little way out, her fear had taken a deep grasp of her. It was time to meet her parents.
While hiding beneath a piece of the Monument, she heard a Voice, whispering to her, telling her to embrace her own death by embracing the death of the bandits. The Voice offered her the gift of vengeance, simply asking that when the time came, the debt would be paid in full. How could such a bargain be forsaken? How could she not take the gift and get everything her heart wanted?
She agreed. Her blood boiled and went black beneath her skin, slowly gathering into her right hand. A Obsidian Dagger covered in a crimson aura gnawed its way through her palm only to settle gently into her grasp. The wound was gone and it felt as if time had become a stilled image of what had been happening. She felt her feet lift herself up from a crouch, The blade begged for Malice. She would not disappoint it.
She moved through the shadows with speed and precision, knowing the blade was giving her this unnatural ability. It seemed like mere seconds and there was only bodies and blood drenched walls. The dagger faded from existance. She heard a deep laugh come from the shrine. "You have served me well. Ever embrace the Daedric Prince of Destruction and your power will only grow".
She took this to heart, Molding her body and mind as the Daedra. Training for whatever task she would have to fulfill. Her vengeance had been fulfilled, but her life had only just begun.
Age: 23
Race: Bosmer
Flair: Red Haired with a full body Daedric tattoo and horns.
Background: She grew up in a small village just west of Elden Root. Her parents taught her to hunt and fish at an early age. She knew that animals should be friends and feared in many cases, but Survival would always come first for their people. When she was 15, her village was attacked by bandits looking for some artifact. The village had no knowledge of this artifact, and the bandits wanted it to stay that way.
The Village was burned to the ground with nearly no survivors. Amothien hid in the nearby swamp hoping to elude them. After everything had been lost, she tracked the bandits to the west. They had a ship off shore and were holding camp near an old ruin near the mountainside. She had planned to slaughter them, but did not know how to do it. There were roughly 12 of them and she had little training and no real weapon. Yet, her vengeance would not be stilled.
She went into the camp at night and snuck into the nearest tent. Slowly unsheathing the bandits sword from the ground. She cut his throat, a loud gurgle occurred with a sense of satisfaction. But the sound woke a nearby bandit. Hearing the man yell of an assassin, she ran to the nearby ruin, only to be chased by the rest of them. Blood-Hungry just as she was.
She had ran down many steps deep into the ruin, where a large shattered monument sat. This was obviously an old shrine of unknown origin to her. Her assailants were close behind her. Seeing little way out, her fear had taken a deep grasp of her. It was time to meet her parents.
While hiding beneath a piece of the Monument, she heard a Voice, whispering to her, telling her to embrace her own death by embracing the death of the bandits. The Voice offered her the gift of vengeance, simply asking that when the time came, the debt would be paid in full. How could such a bargain be forsaken? How could she not take the gift and get everything her heart wanted?
She agreed. Her blood boiled and went black beneath her skin, slowly gathering into her right hand. A Obsidian Dagger covered in a crimson aura gnawed its way through her palm only to settle gently into her grasp. The wound was gone and it felt as if time had become a stilled image of what had been happening. She felt her feet lift herself up from a crouch, The blade begged for Malice. She would not disappoint it.
She moved through the shadows with speed and precision, knowing the blade was giving her this unnatural ability. It seemed like mere seconds and there was only bodies and blood drenched walls. The dagger faded from existance. She heard a deep laugh come from the shrine. "You have served me well. Ever embrace the Daedric Prince of Destruction and your power will only grow".
She took this to heart, Molding her body and mind as the Daedra. Training for whatever task she would have to fulfill. Her vengeance had been fulfilled, but her life had only just begun.
Edited Jun 14, 2014 at 06:59 AM by 0