Hloriella

Hloriella is a common thief and an utterly terrible one at that. She wasn't always picking through empty pockets and blundering into unattended barrels for coin, however. Born a daughter of a Hlaalu noble, she grew up in modest luxuries in her father's Velothi apartment. Daily life in the Vivec city Hlaalu Canton was easy, effortless for her even. Her father was called off to war one eve and soon after, fell in battle; leaving behind more than a few coffers full of gold and the apartment.

Assuming all had been left to her, she continued on much as before. In less than a months time, however, a distant cousin appeared at her door with several guards. Records in hand, it was discovered Hloriella father wasn't the man she thought he was, but rather she had been an illegitimate child of her mother and a common Bosmer rogue. As the Will left everything to the staunch Hlaalu blooded relative, Hloriella soon found herself on the streets with only a paltry amount of coin.

First, she tried finding work in a redware pottery shop, with what little she had left she was able to rent a small flat in the lower waste works. The heavy Dunmer potter was delighted to have a set of extra hands, and the smell of sewage and local undesirables hanging around aside, she was able to survive. It wasn't enough for her, no, she wanted more.
One night, she slipped into the pottery shop with the intent on stealing the profits made that day. The sounds of Dunmer curse words and breaking of pottery promptly alerted the shop keep, her boss, however. Feeling pity for the foolish girl, no charges were pressed. She was, however, fired and warned to leave the city.

So, leave the city she did. She traveled south along Vivec city and finding food from local herder's and farmer's fields. One nights failed attempt at breaking into a window left her a bruised ego and bloodied hand. Her luck somewhat took a strange turn when she encountered a group of bandits while ducking into a cavern one stormy eve. Stumbling into the cavern, she ended up tripping over their lookout, table, and nearly into their fire pit. Utterly amused, their leader RIldoris allowed her to plea her case to join their gang. With her detailed knowledge of the local land's homes, the poor fools allowed her to join as a scout of sorts. Things quickly turned very ugly.

Nearly a year later, Hloriella once again was fleeing. She didn't mean for her arrow to hit her fellow bandit's leg that one time, or forget to take the bag of goods on their last job, accidentally poison the leader, or break that one guy's jaw. Accident or not, they were right mad. Rildoris was furious. It didn't matter, she had found a boat that would take her to Valenwood through Black Marsh. She sneezed, her nose running wetter than the ocean. Her hands clutched a leather bag, the bandits gold. With a grin, she opened the sack to peak at what would buy her a new beginning.
Comberries. The bag was filled with comberries and scuttle. She had stolen the wrong bag from the camp. Closing her eyes, she sank against the wooden boards of the boat, a heavy sigh and a cough escaping her lips. "Damn."

Hloriella Is on the surface a very simple woman. She's not well read, but she enjoys reading books and short stories with no depth now and then. She admires the prettier things such as jewels, fine linens, gemstones, and seashells. She may love seashells, but she can't stand mudcrabs, the water, or the taste of fish. Rather, she fancies a bowl full of berries or sweets from time to time. Ever the lover, she is also quite fond of men, especially Orcs and Altmer. The only race she doesn't care for is her own, feeling almost let down by her own people and neighbors. An interesting discovery she made was her talent in mixing poisonous potions, often unintentionally. In doing so, she has become fairly familiar with toxins and their effect. She is not, however, very good at sneaking or stealing. Tripping or bumping into things is a common occurrence to this woman if she is attempting to sneak, mostly due to her inability to focus. Her nimble fingers, however, are rather good with delicate locks or tiny puzzles. Larger, more firm locks are something out of her league.

She has a talent for illusion magic and has been known to use her charms to attempt to get what she wants. She has allegedly sworn an oath never to use that school of magic again, however...

In conversation, she has a tendency to come across as rude or short with strangers. This particularly true of any noble, dunmer or guard she talks to.

Hloriella cares for little else outside of her world: her friends, her family, and herself. Under Malaki's guiding hand she has long since stopped eating people as a feral werewolf and even started a family. Things are far from idyllic, as constant conflict arises between her and her brother Fedris, Lucrezia, her lover, and her lover's problematic family.

She cared little if the town burns, but now with a child of her own, she has started building some attachments to the villagers around her.

Old problems from her lover's past now have come to make him face past transgressions.