bmwbmw1992Sep 29, 2014Sep 29, 2014 at 01:52 PM
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Name: Sanquen
Race: Dunmer
Age: 22
Class: Rogue Skirmisher
Physical Characteristics: Nimble, Lean, Long Flowing Silver Hair, Badly Scarred, Branded, and Tattooed
Personality Traits: Cynical, Quiet, Selfish, and Adamant
Fears: Persecution, Capture, Spiders
Religion: Daedric
Story: From A Young Age Sanquen Was Traded, Marked, and Branded. Constantly Changing Hands As Each Owners Personal "Hetaera". On Her Sixteenth Birthday Sanquen Prayed To "The Night Mother" Nocturnal, Sithis, and Sanquine, As She Had Every Night Since She Could Remember. This Night They Answered. As Her Master Came To Her Chamber And Began To Undress Her She Saw A Shade Of Sithis Appeared Behind Her Master Wearing An Inscribed Cowl and Holding A Staff Sized Bleeding Thorned Rose. She Smiled.
"I See You Have Come To Enjoy These Nightly Encounters," Snickered Her Master.
"Oh Yes I Have", She Said Smiling Ferociously. As He Entered Her For The Last Time The Shade Entered Him And Ripped Him Thrice Scattering Him Across The Planes Of Oblivion. Where The Man Used To Be Lay A Beautiful Set Of Ebony Inscribed Leather Armor and To Beautiful Daggers. As She Dressed And Picked Up Her Weapons She Hear Her Wonderful Princes Whispering In her Ears," You Shall Be As Mysterious As The Velvet Red Viscosity That Runs Through All Mer...Quick With A Blade and Silent As Night Itself, You Are Ours And We Are Yours." At That She Flung Open Her Chamber Doors And Leapt On The First Guard She Saw Slitting His Throat and Eviscerating Him In One Motion. Thirty Three People Died That Night. Not One Of Them Heard Her Coming.
Race: Dunmer
Age: 22
Class: Rogue Skirmisher
Physical Characteristics: Nimble, Lean, Long Flowing Silver Hair, Badly Scarred, Branded, and Tattooed
Personality Traits: Cynical, Quiet, Selfish, and Adamant
Fears: Persecution, Capture, Spiders
Religion: Daedric
Story: From A Young Age Sanquen Was Traded, Marked, and Branded. Constantly Changing Hands As Each Owners Personal "Hetaera". On Her Sixteenth Birthday Sanquen Prayed To "The Night Mother" Nocturnal, Sithis, and Sanquine, As She Had Every Night Since She Could Remember. This Night They Answered. As Her Master Came To Her Chamber And Began To Undress Her She Saw A Shade Of Sithis Appeared Behind Her Master Wearing An Inscribed Cowl and Holding A Staff Sized Bleeding Thorned Rose. She Smiled.
"I See You Have Come To Enjoy These Nightly Encounters," Snickered Her Master.
"Oh Yes I Have", She Said Smiling Ferociously. As He Entered Her For The Last Time The Shade Entered Him And Ripped Him Thrice Scattering Him Across The Planes Of Oblivion. Where The Man Used To Be Lay A Beautiful Set Of Ebony Inscribed Leather Armor and To Beautiful Daggers. As She Dressed And Picked Up Her Weapons She Hear Her Wonderful Princes Whispering In her Ears," You Shall Be As Mysterious As The Velvet Red Viscosity That Runs Through All Mer...Quick With A Blade and Silent As Night Itself, You Are Ours And We Are Yours." At That She Flung Open Her Chamber Doors And Leapt On The First Guard She Saw Slitting His Throat and Eviscerating Him In One Motion. Thirty Three People Died That Night. Not One Of Them Heard Her Coming.