PoisonetteFeb 24, 2015Feb 24, 2015 at 04:05 AM
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ESO @account: @Poisonette
Name: Poisonette Shadowstepper
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Race: Bosmer. "Bos" meaning "forest" and "mer" meaning "people," so "Bosmer" translating to "Forest People." Since she was raised in the city streets, after capture, she would prefer to be called by her given name. And those that have met her know it is not a good idea to reference the woods or the elves…
Flair: No visible scars. Many emotional scars. No Religion -- what God (or Gods) would have led her to being captured and then resulted in her raising herself on the streets, eating worms for breakfast? After leaving the city, she discovered the bow and can now nick a whisker off of bear at 100 yards. Though in close quarters, nothing beats a dagger in each hand, since a gang tends to come from all sides, you know… as in being surrounded.
Personality: Poisonette is a mystery to most. Often quiet, occasionally breaking the quiet mold as a raunchy flirt; sometimes she is downright despicable, especially when it comes to the Dunmer. She can listen like no other; understanding the pain of life, she has great empathy and ears made for hearing as a Bosmer -- and for compassion… And, if you need a job done, she will listen. You whisper. She will listen. Job is done.
Background: When one grows up on the streets, it creates a need...
Survival has become her number one need, as can be said for all living things, of course, but, especially the not-self-proclaimed street-urchin named Poisonette. Survival can indeed come from sifting through barrels and crates and dressers and cabinets and trunks. When you live in the despair inherent in living on the streets, you gain a great deal of desire to find things -- and things can be found everywhere -- even at the cost of being caught. Making foods to eat and sell can lead to a decent living; but for even more coin, she will sell herself – as a killer, of course. Survival of the fittest is manifest when you come from the rat-infested streets, and she has learned to use the shadows and “slippers of silence” to keep out of danger when the odds are poor.
Poisonette has evolved from living in the streets, to becoming quite a purveyor of goods. She might sell you food; such as her now, well-known, Beef Sirloin (poison optional, but if so, then tasteless and colorless, of course). She is now a crafter of many bits of cloth and leather as well. The best advice one should remember (before you get to know her and trust her) is likely this: be cautious about swallowing whatever she might create -- yes this means cloth and leather are, generally speaking, safe to eat.
Rumors: When you grow up being disconnected from others: from humanity, from love, from affection, one will be very, very resistant to becoming attached to another – and so it is her life of isolation. She loves to drink Jagga, though her inner-kitty really would love a sweet roll.
Thank you for getting to know her.
Poisonette Shadowstepper (in the familiar: "Poi" ((OOC: Poi is fun to type on a keyboard)). ((Also OOC: left many months ago due to serious illness, but am back now after full recovery))
Name: Poisonette Shadowstepper
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Race: Bosmer. "Bos" meaning "forest" and "mer" meaning "people," so "Bosmer" translating to "Forest People." Since she was raised in the city streets, after capture, she would prefer to be called by her given name. And those that have met her know it is not a good idea to reference the woods or the elves…
Flair: No visible scars. Many emotional scars. No Religion -- what God (or Gods) would have led her to being captured and then resulted in her raising herself on the streets, eating worms for breakfast? After leaving the city, she discovered the bow and can now nick a whisker off of bear at 100 yards. Though in close quarters, nothing beats a dagger in each hand, since a gang tends to come from all sides, you know… as in being surrounded.
Personality: Poisonette is a mystery to most. Often quiet, occasionally breaking the quiet mold as a raunchy flirt; sometimes she is downright despicable, especially when it comes to the Dunmer. She can listen like no other; understanding the pain of life, she has great empathy and ears made for hearing as a Bosmer -- and for compassion… And, if you need a job done, she will listen. You whisper. She will listen. Job is done.
Background: When one grows up on the streets, it creates a need...
Survival has become her number one need, as can be said for all living things, of course, but, especially the not-self-proclaimed street-urchin named Poisonette. Survival can indeed come from sifting through barrels and crates and dressers and cabinets and trunks. When you live in the despair inherent in living on the streets, you gain a great deal of desire to find things -- and things can be found everywhere -- even at the cost of being caught. Making foods to eat and sell can lead to a decent living; but for even more coin, she will sell herself – as a killer, of course. Survival of the fittest is manifest when you come from the rat-infested streets, and she has learned to use the shadows and “slippers of silence” to keep out of danger when the odds are poor.
Poisonette has evolved from living in the streets, to becoming quite a purveyor of goods. She might sell you food; such as her now, well-known, Beef Sirloin (poison optional, but if so, then tasteless and colorless, of course). She is now a crafter of many bits of cloth and leather as well. The best advice one should remember (before you get to know her and trust her) is likely this: be cautious about swallowing whatever she might create -- yes this means cloth and leather are, generally speaking, safe to eat.
Rumors: When you grow up being disconnected from others: from humanity, from love, from affection, one will be very, very resistant to becoming attached to another – and so it is her life of isolation. She loves to drink Jagga, though her inner-kitty really would love a sweet roll.
Thank you for getting to know her.
Poisonette Shadowstepper (in the familiar: "Poi" ((OOC: Poi is fun to type on a keyboard)). ((Also OOC: left many months ago due to serious illness, but am back now after full recovery))
Edited Feb 24, 2015 at 07:30 AM by 0