FayeaJan 14, 2016Jan 14, 2016 at 07:36 AM
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ESO @name: @MsFayea
Character Name: Fayea the Fang
Race: Bosmer
Age: 28
Sex: Female
Marital Status: Single
Sexual Orientation: Gay
Physical Description
Fayea is fairly tall for a Bosmer, but as would be expected she falls a little short compared to members of the other races. For the sake of convenience (and let's face it, looking really cool) her dark brown hair is kept in dreadlocks, giving a clear view of her long pointy ears, her thick, arched brows, and her mossy green eyes. Beneath her wide, soft lips (moisturizing is important, folks) are three piercings, covering near half of her chin. Her skin is rather peachy in colour and if she were to wear more revealing leathers one would notice scars running up her legs, abdomen, shoulders, and decolletage. She has long, nimble fingers; a very useful trait for a Bosmer of her profession.
Flairs: None. What you see is what you get.
Personality
Likes:
- Women
- Drinking
- Ribbing
- Listening to stories
- Challenges
Dislikes:
- Prudes (though she loves to tease them)
- Bad ale
- Idle chatter
- Boring stories
- Modesty
Strengths:
- Very sneaky
- Self-sustaining
- Deadly
- Good sense of humour
- Clever
- High alcohol tolerance
Weaknesses:
- Squishy
- Troubled
- Lonely
- Has a difficult time being serious
- Smug
- High alcohol tolerance
Fayea likes to think of herself as the life of the party when it comes time to gather round and share some brew at the tavern, which makes her approachable despite her somewhat intimidating appearance. This trait in combination with her inability to take things seriously most of the time can paint her in a poor light; others might think her unreliable and just flat out boorish. The truth is that she takes pride in her work and if there is anything that she does take seriously it's lifting valuables off of the unsuspecting, charming those around her with her roguish mannerisms, or a masterful performance with her blades.
Background
Growing up in a small village in the luscious green province of Valenwood, Fayea started honing her skill with daggers as a very young child. Her father had always taught her to be prepared, so if the day should ever arrive where she was grown and under threat, she would be able to defend herself and her loved ones. Every day he would take her to hunt, teach her to stalk her prey without being detected, and finally how to fall upon them with her blade. He taught her to prepare meat and tan hides, how to fashion leather into flexible yet sturdy armor, and most importantly how to survive.
Never knowing her mother who had died giving birth to her, Fayea was extremely crushed when her father fell defending their home from raiders. Even though she was too young to stand up to them she blamed herself for not being there for her father. Being a child she had no way of knowing that she would have died as well if her father hadn't insisted on her hiding in the forest surrounding them.
Her grief and bitter disappointment in herself lead her to run away to the nearest city where her tough demeanor quickly earned her a place among a gang of street urchins. With her nimble fingers and her gift of stealth she gained the respect of her gang with all of the fine baubles, food, and gold that she could swipe; she filled the void within herself with trinkets and finery that weren't rightfully her own. In tight situations she was able to battle her way out, moving with the grace and ferocity of an angry snake, she soon earned the title "the Fang" from her peers.
The feeling this new lifestyle brought was addicting, as was the ale and fine ladies that she had soon become fond of as she grew into a young woman. Seeking to keep the high she began to travel Valenwood, working on bigger and grander heists to keep her satisfied; to keep her numb to the burdens she could not let go of.
Perhaps one day she would seek to retire with her riches while she was still ahead and make an honest living for herself, but for now she is still young and looking to delay facing her issues for as long as she can.
Character Name: Fayea the Fang
Race: Bosmer
Age: 28
Sex: Female
Marital Status: Single
Sexual Orientation: Gay
Physical Description
Fayea is fairly tall for a Bosmer, but as would be expected she falls a little short compared to members of the other races. For the sake of convenience (and let's face it, looking really cool) her dark brown hair is kept in dreadlocks, giving a clear view of her long pointy ears, her thick, arched brows, and her mossy green eyes. Beneath her wide, soft lips (moisturizing is important, folks) are three piercings, covering near half of her chin. Her skin is rather peachy in colour and if she were to wear more revealing leathers one would notice scars running up her legs, abdomen, shoulders, and decolletage. She has long, nimble fingers; a very useful trait for a Bosmer of her profession.
Flairs: None. What you see is what you get.
Personality
Likes:
- Women
- Drinking
- Ribbing
- Listening to stories
- Challenges
Dislikes:
- Prudes (though she loves to tease them)
- Bad ale
- Idle chatter
- Boring stories
- Modesty
Strengths:
- Very sneaky
- Self-sustaining
- Deadly
- Good sense of humour
- Clever
- High alcohol tolerance
Weaknesses:
- Squishy
- Troubled
- Lonely
- Has a difficult time being serious
- Smug
- High alcohol tolerance
Fayea likes to think of herself as the life of the party when it comes time to gather round and share some brew at the tavern, which makes her approachable despite her somewhat intimidating appearance. This trait in combination with her inability to take things seriously most of the time can paint her in a poor light; others might think her unreliable and just flat out boorish. The truth is that she takes pride in her work and if there is anything that she does take seriously it's lifting valuables off of the unsuspecting, charming those around her with her roguish mannerisms, or a masterful performance with her blades.
Background
Growing up in a small village in the luscious green province of Valenwood, Fayea started honing her skill with daggers as a very young child. Her father had always taught her to be prepared, so if the day should ever arrive where she was grown and under threat, she would be able to defend herself and her loved ones. Every day he would take her to hunt, teach her to stalk her prey without being detected, and finally how to fall upon them with her blade. He taught her to prepare meat and tan hides, how to fashion leather into flexible yet sturdy armor, and most importantly how to survive.
Never knowing her mother who had died giving birth to her, Fayea was extremely crushed when her father fell defending their home from raiders. Even though she was too young to stand up to them she blamed herself for not being there for her father. Being a child she had no way of knowing that she would have died as well if her father hadn't insisted on her hiding in the forest surrounding them.
Her grief and bitter disappointment in herself lead her to run away to the nearest city where her tough demeanor quickly earned her a place among a gang of street urchins. With her nimble fingers and her gift of stealth she gained the respect of her gang with all of the fine baubles, food, and gold that she could swipe; she filled the void within herself with trinkets and finery that weren't rightfully her own. In tight situations she was able to battle her way out, moving with the grace and ferocity of an angry snake, she soon earned the title "the Fang" from her peers.
The feeling this new lifestyle brought was addicting, as was the ale and fine ladies that she had soon become fond of as she grew into a young woman. Seeking to keep the high she began to travel Valenwood, working on bigger and grander heists to keep her satisfied; to keep her numb to the burdens she could not let go of.
Perhaps one day she would seek to retire with her riches while she was still ahead and make an honest living for herself, but for now she is still young and looking to delay facing her issues for as long as she can.
LonelyVentureJan 14, 2016