KinaulAug 22, 2014Aug 22, 2014 at 06:45 PM
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Name: Clover Elf-Daughter
Race: Bosmer, with Nord father
Background and personality:
Growing up in Riverwood in Skyrim is not an easy thing for a Bosmer. While Clover’s mother, Miriniel, had inexplicably fallen in love with the cold country and the stalwart warrior Ulskjegg whom she found there, Clover has never shared this fondness of the Northern lands.
Because Miriniel passed away after a failed bear hunt when Clover was five years old, the little girl was deprived of her Bosmer heritage and grew up purely surrounded by Nords and their culture.
Naturally, she was the target of many pranks, mostly because of her appearance, but also because of her fiery temper. To a Nord, there’s nothing funnier than a wee little Bosmer getting all red in the face and trying to claw at everything around her in a blind fury.
Needless to say, Clover, who by the way even hates her name (her father’s idea), eventually had enough. She decided to leave Riverwood and set off towards her mother’s homeland of Grahtwood, hoping to find out more about her maternal origins. She thought it wouldn’t hurt to not stick out like a sore thumb, for once.
What Clover didn’t realise, unfortunately, is that when you’ve been raised by Nords in a secluded village, you can’t really know how to act like anything but, well, a Nord. With her axe at her side, her round shield on her back, and less patience than a mangy mammoth with a back rash, Clover Elf-Daughter’s got a lot to learn before she can really fit in with the true wood elves of Tamriel.
Race: Bosmer, with Nord father
Background and personality:
Growing up in Riverwood in Skyrim is not an easy thing for a Bosmer. While Clover’s mother, Miriniel, had inexplicably fallen in love with the cold country and the stalwart warrior Ulskjegg whom she found there, Clover has never shared this fondness of the Northern lands.
Because Miriniel passed away after a failed bear hunt when Clover was five years old, the little girl was deprived of her Bosmer heritage and grew up purely surrounded by Nords and their culture.
Naturally, she was the target of many pranks, mostly because of her appearance, but also because of her fiery temper. To a Nord, there’s nothing funnier than a wee little Bosmer getting all red in the face and trying to claw at everything around her in a blind fury.
Needless to say, Clover, who by the way even hates her name (her father’s idea), eventually had enough. She decided to leave Riverwood and set off towards her mother’s homeland of Grahtwood, hoping to find out more about her maternal origins. She thought it wouldn’t hurt to not stick out like a sore thumb, for once.
What Clover didn’t realise, unfortunately, is that when you’ve been raised by Nords in a secluded village, you can’t really know how to act like anything but, well, a Nord. With her axe at her side, her round shield on her back, and less patience than a mangy mammoth with a back rash, Clover Elf-Daughter’s got a lot to learn before she can really fit in with the true wood elves of Tamriel.
BurningPhoenix_Aug 23, 2014