Seb9689Jan 17, 2016Jan 17, 2016 at 06:54 PM
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ESO @name:
@seb9689
Character Name:
Mikoon
Race:
Nord
Age:
30
Sex:
Female
Marital Status:
Single
Sexual Orientation:
Striaght
Physical Description
Tall, and muscular a stature of a true Nord some would say. Her pale complexion contrasts with her dark hair and green eyes. Her stand out feature would be her eye patch on her left eye.
Personality
Reserved, Impatient. Somewhat chaotic, is generally good, cause to her its okay to steal and pickpocket if adventuring has lost it's wonder. Mikoon bores easily. Mainly she sets back and lets everyone else around her do their own thing. Her favorite being is her small bantam guar that just seemed to adopt her one day. If she did seem to find interest in anyone else or anything else she would make a move. She finds joys in her adventures and practicing her skills in the bow and two handed weapons.
Background
Born in Skyrim with no interesting background, just had a taste for occasional justice and hunting. Attempted to be proficient in two handed weapon one times but as fate would have it she didn’t really have the coordination for it. Now Mikoon has a patch over her eye. She decided to try her hand at the bow after that, and even though she is without a eye has really good aim.
She was wondering around a pillaged farm one day, when she began to hear a peeping sound coming from the burning chicken coop. She began searching for it, the peeping was rather persistent and quite frankly annoying. After what seemed like hours, She never found what was making the sound so she mounted her horse and traversed on. The peeping never stopped, it always seemed to be behind her in the distance. She began to question her sanity, whither or not she beginning to hear voices, maybe she had contracted some mind altering disease. She had been downing a lot of husks of late. Maybe this was the beginning. The beginning of death.
Paranoid and extremely exhausted she gave in and made camp for the night. On the verge between awake and deep sleep, she realized the peeping has stopped. Mikoon had never basked in the joy of such silence before. When she opened her eyes to the mid morning sun, there beside her was a resting baby bantum guar. As if on cue, the creature looked up at her and began peeping.
“By The Nine!” she exclaimed attempting quite roughly to push it away, but with each push it came back peeping. She looked at her horse as if he would do something to rid of the pest and just short of throwing it she was helpless. Her horse snorted at her as if saying : “It's your problem, deal with it” With an exasperated sigh, she mounted her horse and started to ride. The peeping became more frantic as it's little legs tried to keep up.
After about 10 minutes, Mikoon began to feel guilty after all she should feel blessed that, what would be considered a wild animal had chosen her, to pester. The tiny thing was just as persistent as she was, maybe it was meant to be. She had spent a half of an hour, sitting on her horse, reasoning with herself on what to do about the pest. She looked down at the guar and gave a small smile, followed by a sigh that would only be a sigh of giving in. Mikoon dismounted and picked it up. “Come on little bother.” She placed it in a empty pocket of her backpack and mounted her horse. As she rode down the cobble road she wondered, in silence, what the pest ate.
@seb9689
Character Name:
Mikoon
Race:
Nord
Age:
30
Sex:
Female
Marital Status:
Single
Sexual Orientation:
Striaght
Physical Description
Tall, and muscular a stature of a true Nord some would say. Her pale complexion contrasts with her dark hair and green eyes. Her stand out feature would be her eye patch on her left eye.
Personality
Reserved, Impatient. Somewhat chaotic, is generally good, cause to her its okay to steal and pickpocket if adventuring has lost it's wonder. Mikoon bores easily. Mainly she sets back and lets everyone else around her do their own thing. Her favorite being is her small bantam guar that just seemed to adopt her one day. If she did seem to find interest in anyone else or anything else she would make a move. She finds joys in her adventures and practicing her skills in the bow and two handed weapons.
Background
Born in Skyrim with no interesting background, just had a taste for occasional justice and hunting. Attempted to be proficient in two handed weapon one times but as fate would have it she didn’t really have the coordination for it. Now Mikoon has a patch over her eye. She decided to try her hand at the bow after that, and even though she is without a eye has really good aim.
She was wondering around a pillaged farm one day, when she began to hear a peeping sound coming from the burning chicken coop. She began searching for it, the peeping was rather persistent and quite frankly annoying. After what seemed like hours, She never found what was making the sound so she mounted her horse and traversed on. The peeping never stopped, it always seemed to be behind her in the distance. She began to question her sanity, whither or not she beginning to hear voices, maybe she had contracted some mind altering disease. She had been downing a lot of husks of late. Maybe this was the beginning. The beginning of death.
Paranoid and extremely exhausted she gave in and made camp for the night. On the verge between awake and deep sleep, she realized the peeping has stopped. Mikoon had never basked in the joy of such silence before. When she opened her eyes to the mid morning sun, there beside her was a resting baby bantum guar. As if on cue, the creature looked up at her and began peeping.
“By The Nine!” she exclaimed attempting quite roughly to push it away, but with each push it came back peeping. She looked at her horse as if he would do something to rid of the pest and just short of throwing it she was helpless. Her horse snorted at her as if saying : “It's your problem, deal with it” With an exasperated sigh, she mounted her horse and started to ride. The peeping became more frantic as it's little legs tried to keep up.
After about 10 minutes, Mikoon began to feel guilty after all she should feel blessed that, what would be considered a wild animal had chosen her, to pester. The tiny thing was just as persistent as she was, maybe it was meant to be. She had spent a half of an hour, sitting on her horse, reasoning with herself on what to do about the pest. She looked down at the guar and gave a small smile, followed by a sigh that would only be a sigh of giving in. Mikoon dismounted and picked it up. “Come on little bother.” She placed it in a empty pocket of her backpack and mounted her horse. As she rode down the cobble road she wondered, in silence, what the pest ate.
RaccoonismJan 17, 2016