Silver-Claws Tziki

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A dappled Khajiit, with a light cream coloration broken up by the circular spots dotting her pelt and the whiter coloration about the tip of her muzzle. Her hair has a slightly darker coloration, though the difference is only noticeable to those with keen eyes, or those actively looking for it. Said hair is kept in a tight ponytail atop the back of her skull, keeping it away from her face to avoid obstruction or entanglement. She is somewhat taller than most female Khajiit, and has a lean musculature along her arms, torso, and legs, though the latter features are largely disguised by her pelt. In her bottom lip, she bears a silvered piercing.

Typically speaking, Tziki maintains a positive attitude, preferring to intersperse common conversation with playful jabs, jokes, and humorous anecdotes; she operates under the belief that if life cannot be taken with some degree of levity or wonderment, it loses its meaning. There are only few variations to this demeanor: first and foremost, when she is asked about her employment. She'll swiftly swap into a sober attitude, becoming stiff and stoic as she recites a preplanned spiel about 'bias-free mercenary work,' 'freelance wealth distribution,' and 'interprovincial wealth redistribution.' Second, she loses most of her cheer when placed in a group or conversation with a Dunmer, having a strong distaste for the race, bordering upon outright racism, due to their enslavement and mistreatment of Khajiit. Finally, she is prone to moments of introspection and somber quietness when reflecting; most often, this is elicited by questions towards her past or plans for the future. As such, she often has a 'here and now' outlook, preferring immediacy in both accomplishment, labor, gratification, and indulgence.

Tziki was born to a banker mother and silversmith father, as the youngest of three sisters and two brothers, in the town of Corinthe at the heart of the province of Elsweyr. There, she grew up happily, being given basic Imperial education and being taught in her father's craft, as was tradition for her family. However, unlike her siblings, she possessed a wanderlust in her heart. As a kitten, she'd frequently be found wandering outside of the homestead, exploring the town and making friends with total strangers. Sometimes, this would end poorly for her, with her being lost, losing what little money she carried with her, or worst, being struck. Nevertheless, she was never deterred; if anything, each of these adventures seem to fuel her love of adventure further, much to her parents' chagrin.

So, when she came of age and received the customary piercing that marked her as a grown member of her clan, she made her announcement to her family: she would be leaving, to pursue a life abroad. Reactions varied: her mother fretted and fussed, continuously asking whether Tziki was certain of the decision, though eventually, begrudgingly, gave her approval; her father asked only once if the young feline was certain, and upon hearing her confirmation, immediately set to work upon crafting her a pair of daggers to defend herself with; both of her older sisters chastised her for the decision, saying that she'd be much happier with a life in Corinthe; her brothers, though for different reasons from one another, fully supported her decision.

And so, only three days later, the young cat left her home. She traveled north, to Orcrest, then westward... to Dune, Arenthia, Greenhill, Silvenar, and finally, Velyn Harbor, funding her trip and feeding herself through a mixture of silver-tongued barter and last-ditch thievery. There, she joined the crew of a ship leaving for the Summerset Isles, the Tsaesci's Bane. From there, she launched into a career as scattered and varied as the lands that she visited; she dealt with scorpion-infested mines in Hammerfell, stole precious gems and artifacts in Black Marsh, and traveled with Baandari caravans in Cyrodiil. However, the outbreak of the Three Banners War stopped a majority of her travel, as she doubted she could remain safe should her dogged allegiance to the newly-founded Aldmeri Dominion surface during her travels. Nowadays, the Khajiit simply roams Dominion territory, reliving her past, minting friendships, and establishing as many underground contacts as she could...