UnWantedOneDec 26, 2014Dec 26, 2014 at 04:01 AM
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Name: Alisonya
Age: Not sure of my true age but it has been many, many moons, life being linear by time , and circular by history, and now when we are really alive. I was born to a Bosmer mother and father, their names I do not remember. Things I know about them are that my mother died when I was born in the woods of Grahtwood, and that my father gave me to a band of Khajiit who used me as soon as they could to help with their labors. They did the best they could but I was aware of my difference and had to leave them. They were as kind as they could be to one who was not their own, nor did they cause me to much pain, it was just something inside of me had to be free of anyone holding me back from the world and its challenge.
Race:
Bosmer, and then a part of all who have been part of me, good or bad, just the voices of history, unheard but forever calling.
Flair: (Scars, stutters, missing limbs your character may have, etc.)
I like armor, the heavy kind, it makes me feel safe, I had to work very hard to be quiet enough to be a night blade, It did not stop me though, lighter is faster is my motto but not when it comes to armor. It also keeps me strong carrying, the new metals are getting so much lighter now and stronger, I can't give it up, I just can't.
Rumors: (What our characters should know about yours!)
Most of them are true, but not the one about killing an Imperial Prince, not that one.
Background: (What our characters don't know, but can find out!)
After I left the Khajiit's, I spent much time in the Grahtwoods forests. I found a dead Bosmer hunter by a stream he was badly mauled barely recognizable as a man, but his bow, and knife, was there and both were very serviceable. One of the Khajiit, Slips by Water, had taken some time with me to show me the basics of working the bow, I thank him greatly for his effort because he saved my life with that knowledge, and I have to thank the dead hunter whoever he may have been, I buried him deep beneath a pile of rocks that he would only be food for the bugs and worms. In those woods I became very proficient with the bow and was able to feed myself and work on my skills. The knife was always my friend, it is always good to know how to throw one, but never, never do that if you only have one, I can assure you that is a bad idea.
I have left those forests physically for a very long time now, but they never leave my heart. I find my self these days out on the barren landscape of Reapers Marsh, Craglorn, and Coldharbor, I so miss the color green.
Age: Not sure of my true age but it has been many, many moons, life being linear by time , and circular by history, and now when we are really alive. I was born to a Bosmer mother and father, their names I do not remember. Things I know about them are that my mother died when I was born in the woods of Grahtwood, and that my father gave me to a band of Khajiit who used me as soon as they could to help with their labors. They did the best they could but I was aware of my difference and had to leave them. They were as kind as they could be to one who was not their own, nor did they cause me to much pain, it was just something inside of me had to be free of anyone holding me back from the world and its challenge.
Race:
Bosmer, and then a part of all who have been part of me, good or bad, just the voices of history, unheard but forever calling.
Flair: (Scars, stutters, missing limbs your character may have, etc.)
I like armor, the heavy kind, it makes me feel safe, I had to work very hard to be quiet enough to be a night blade, It did not stop me though, lighter is faster is my motto but not when it comes to armor. It also keeps me strong carrying, the new metals are getting so much lighter now and stronger, I can't give it up, I just can't.
Rumors: (What our characters should know about yours!)
Most of them are true, but not the one about killing an Imperial Prince, not that one.
Background: (What our characters don't know, but can find out!)
After I left the Khajiit's, I spent much time in the Grahtwoods forests. I found a dead Bosmer hunter by a stream he was badly mauled barely recognizable as a man, but his bow, and knife, was there and both were very serviceable. One of the Khajiit, Slips by Water, had taken some time with me to show me the basics of working the bow, I thank him greatly for his effort because he saved my life with that knowledge, and I have to thank the dead hunter whoever he may have been, I buried him deep beneath a pile of rocks that he would only be food for the bugs and worms. In those woods I became very proficient with the bow and was able to feed myself and work on my skills. The knife was always my friend, it is always good to know how to throw one, but never, never do that if you only have one, I can assure you that is a bad idea.
I have left those forests physically for a very long time now, but they never leave my heart. I find my self these days out on the barren landscape of Reapers Marsh, Craglorn, and Coldharbor, I so miss the color green.
Edited Dec 28, 2014 at 03:15 AM by 0
BloodSniperXIDec 28, 2014