RaccoonismMay 30, 2015May 30, 2015 at 01:10 AM
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@Raccoonism
One Called Imp
Gender: Female
Race: Argonian
Appearance: Her body is thin, malnourished, adorned with dirt covered, ashen gray scales. Her face structure is soft, unassuming save for two horns on the tip of her snout. Several scars mark her face, one lay across her left eye, semi blinding it. Thick dark feathers sit a top her head.
Bio: Imp was born and raised a slave among other argonians in the Telvanni holds, unlucky to not be spared the war treaties within other houses that honor the free Argonians of the Pact. Simply referred to as 'Imp" since a hatchling, she has taken to calling herself thus so. As a house slave, she tended to the mundane tasks of wizard lords, cleaning, tending to laundry and fine linens of the tower mistress's and lords, scrubbing blood stained experimental chambers in the deeper bowels of the Tower Roots. Grand mushroom towers can hold many dark secrets, yet seldom do those live to tell of them. Having been one of the few slaves tasked with cleaning these hidden nooks of horror, One Called Imp knows many things that would be damaging for the lord should they somehow become known...
The only time she lashed out, cost her the vision in her left eye. As such, this argonian subjugates all who hold stature over her with no confrontation. The spilt blood and ravished flesh her eyes witnessed instilled a deep and hidden oath inside her, she would never harm another living creature as long as she lived. Saturated with suffering, she would add no more cruelty to the world. Knowing only the living walls of the mushroom tower, she accepted her fate as a fact of life. Being tender of heart, she grew a sort of bond with the Mushroom tower, a respect for it's living system that many argonian's understand and share.
Her fate in chains seemed sealed, to forever scrub floors and waste away under the Telvanni's cruel thumb. All suffering seemed assured, until the night a very angry Dunmer man from Vulkwasten payed a visit to the plantation...
Diet: Unable to bring herself to consume most creatures, Imp eats only fruits, breads, and mushrooms.
Personality: One Called Imp is a simple woman, cloistering her opinions for years hasn't hampered her need to speak once free however. Taking every opportunity to talk anyone's ear off over even the most mundane of things, she looks at the world with renewed vigor. Her only goal in life is to find peace, enjoying humble tasks such as collecting shellfish and crafting items from shells she collects.
She will not stand for violence, even friendly brawls, not understanding it's difference between hostile and friendly fights.
One Called Imp
Gender: Female
Race: Argonian
Appearance: Her body is thin, malnourished, adorned with dirt covered, ashen gray scales. Her face structure is soft, unassuming save for two horns on the tip of her snout. Several scars mark her face, one lay across her left eye, semi blinding it. Thick dark feathers sit a top her head.
Bio: Imp was born and raised a slave among other argonians in the Telvanni holds, unlucky to not be spared the war treaties within other houses that honor the free Argonians of the Pact. Simply referred to as 'Imp" since a hatchling, she has taken to calling herself thus so. As a house slave, she tended to the mundane tasks of wizard lords, cleaning, tending to laundry and fine linens of the tower mistress's and lords, scrubbing blood stained experimental chambers in the deeper bowels of the Tower Roots. Grand mushroom towers can hold many dark secrets, yet seldom do those live to tell of them. Having been one of the few slaves tasked with cleaning these hidden nooks of horror, One Called Imp knows many things that would be damaging for the lord should they somehow become known...
The only time she lashed out, cost her the vision in her left eye. As such, this argonian subjugates all who hold stature over her with no confrontation. The spilt blood and ravished flesh her eyes witnessed instilled a deep and hidden oath inside her, she would never harm another living creature as long as she lived. Saturated with suffering, she would add no more cruelty to the world. Knowing only the living walls of the mushroom tower, she accepted her fate as a fact of life. Being tender of heart, she grew a sort of bond with the Mushroom tower, a respect for it's living system that many argonian's understand and share.
Her fate in chains seemed sealed, to forever scrub floors and waste away under the Telvanni's cruel thumb. All suffering seemed assured, until the night a very angry Dunmer man from Vulkwasten payed a visit to the plantation...
Diet: Unable to bring herself to consume most creatures, Imp eats only fruits, breads, and mushrooms.
Personality: One Called Imp is a simple woman, cloistering her opinions for years hasn't hampered her need to speak once free however. Taking every opportunity to talk anyone's ear off over even the most mundane of things, she looks at the world with renewed vigor. Her only goal in life is to find peace, enjoying humble tasks such as collecting shellfish and crafting items from shells she collects.
She will not stand for violence, even friendly brawls, not understanding it's difference between hostile and friendly fights.
Edited May 30, 2015 at 01:11 AM by 0