# I. ♡ TAMRIEL ♡ CHARACTER COUNT : 003.
♡ THE FUGITIVE ASSASSIN. ♡
Full Name . Liesl Mercelie.
Nickname(s) . Li / Lee.
Alias(es) . The Whisper Knight.
Birth Date . 30th of Second Seed.
Birth Sign . The Shadow.
Age . Eighteen.
Gender . Female.
Sexuality . Bisexual.
Marital Status . Single, Unmarried.
Personality . Liesl is often described as the reserved lass up at Eorlund Gray-Mane's Skyforge, the very same who never speaks, but always has a septim or two to spare for the beggars of Whiterun's streets. Liesl always tries to give others the benefit of the doubt, though it sometimes proves itself a struggle given her past. She guards her heart carefully and rarely opens up, but she prays she hasn't lost her humanity, and usually goes out of her way to try and do what's right. Whether this is born of her natural personality or a desire to redeem herself for the things she's done, is left to the imagination. Her guilt runs deep into her soul, and though she works to bury it, there is rage lying dormant inside of her. She sometimes comes off as stuck-up because of her muteness, but she makes up for it with kind actions and shy smiles, when she's feeling safe or in the presence of a friend. Speaking of which, Liesl doesn't have many friends, both finding it difficult to physically communicate and feeling unworthy of others' time and trust, so she usually keeps to the shadows, more often found in a far corner of the Bannered Mare when she isn't working away at the Skyforge. She fares well enough -- not many folk bother with a lass who can't speak, finding her boring and uninteresting. It's fine enough by Liesl; while she doesn't particularly seek out attention, suitors don't typically come knocking at the Gray-Manes' door looking to court the scrawny waif of a blacksmith's assistant with no voice. Liesl hides under the guise of an unassuming young lady with no experience in combat, as though she wasn't raised in a den of Skyrim's most deadly assassins. No, she keeps her skills hidden, never allowing herself to risk revealing her past -- her true identity -- unless she is alone, and must survive.
Hobbies & Interests . Liesl was never actually afforded the luxuries of finding real hobbies growing up, though even as a girl she had a fondness for baking and tending to her father's mount. Nowadays, her interests lie in smithing and forging weapons and armor, and she does dedicate herself wholly to the craft. She is, after all, the apprentice to the finest blacksmith in Skyrim -- or so the people of Whiterun would have her believe. She listens carefully to Eorlund and follows his example. She also has a love for books, often collecting them and venturing outside of Whiterun's walls to climb a tree and read when the weather is fair and business is slow.
Aversions & Distastes . Perhaps due in part to having seen so much of it and been forced to partake in it, Liesl dreads violence and fighting, and will go out of her way to get away from loud environments. Also likely tied to her upbringing, she has a hard time opening up to others, and has an aversion to being touched. She avoids confrontation if she can, though one of her biggest pet peeves is blatant displays of arrogance. She can't stand cold weather, and becomes fidgety if she is made to stay cooped up indoors or sit still. She also avoids alcohol and course clothing.
Height / Weight . 5'3'' / 100 lbs.
Eye Color . Blue.
Hair Color . Brown.
Race . Half Breton, Half Redguard.
Overall Appearance . Liesl stands at just below the average height for a Breton woman, with wavy, brown hair that stops just a bit below shoulder length, and tan skin. Her eyes are a striking, icy blue against her features -- unusual given her partial Redguard heritage, but they are her mother's eyes.
Biography . Liesl was born in Daggerfall, High Rock, to a small but loving family consisting of her father, a Redguard by the name of Garral, and her mother, a Breton woman called Elislia. They lived quiet lives, meager, but fulfilling enough, though it hadn't always been that way. With bloodstained pasts, Garral and Elislia had both once been associates of the assassin organization known as the Dark Brotherhood, and it was a burden they would unwittingly pass along to their daughter. When her mother and father turned from the path of Sithis, seeking escape and refuge from the darkness of the group, the Dread-Father god became enraged, and cursed Liesl by throwing fire down her throat, leaving the child almost entirely mute. For the rest of her days, Liesl would be unable to muster up any more than a scratchy, rasping whisper, coughing up smoke and forced to hold her tongue, lest she frighten away the other children of Daggerfall. It was in the dead of night on her seventh birthday, that Garral and Elislia woke her and rushed her out the door of their quaint home, urging a pack of supplies and rations into her little hands as she was hoisted up onto the saddle of her father's steed, Garral at her back. With nothing more but a kiss to the forehead and a promise, Liesl was swept away from High Rock with her father, traveling hard and fast until they reached the faraway land of Skyrim, home to the Nords. After days upon days of trekking, staying in roadside inns and never venturing too close to any of the major holds or cities, Liesl was eventually brought to a foggy, underground settlement just west of Falkreath. The girl clung to Garral's leg, more than put off by the pitch-black pool of water just outside the front door -- which was mysterious in its own right, displaying a carving of a skull and bloody handprint staining its forehead. Turning her gaze up to her father, Liesl's questions would forever go unasked and unanswered, quashed by the wet, muddy footsteps coming from behind. A glance over her shoulder revealed Elislia, donning a worn, crimson cloak and a somber expression. The creak of the door pulled the girl's attention back around, and she cowered again behind her father's cloak, little fingers clutching at the fabric and trembling from the cold and fear. It was a brief conversation, between Liesl's parents and the fair-haired stranger in the doorway, and though she did not know what was happening, the anguish in her mother's voice and the distant look in her father's eyes told her enough. It would be the last Liesl ever saw of her parents, traded away into a den of killers in exchange for something unknown to her. It wasn't long before Liesl was trained up in the way of an assassin, looked after by the leader herself -- a young Nord woman called Astrid. Growing up in the heart of the Dark Brotherhood was far from easy. Liesl's hands were stained with blood, knew their way around a blade before ever touching a ladle, or a rolling pin. By the time she was fourteen, she had killed her fair share of poor fools, made targets by the Black Sacrament. Unable to bear anymore bloodshed, she ran away from the sanctuary, trekking further north on her own with nothing but twin daggers, a few loaves of bread and a basic flame spell to keep herself warm. It was a freezing, snowy night when she fell ill, collapsing on cobblestone and whispering flames into her palm as she curled into herself on the road, blinded by ice and snow. It was the werewolf, Farkas of the Companions, who happened upon the frail, shivering lump on the road halfway to Whiterun. He hoisted the child into his arms with a grunt and the clunk of armor, a puff of breath from bluing lips, trembling and cold as death, and he returned to Jorrvaskr with a whelp in tow. Ever since that blizzardy night four years ago, Liesl had been nursed back to health and offered residence in Whiterun, not as a Companion, but as the apprentice of Eorlund Gray-Mane himself, assisting him at the Skyforge and learning her way around the craft. She keeps herself quiet and her head down, praying to the Divines for mercy and forgiveness, and that her gnarled past -- or Sithis himself -- won't come crawling back to claim her tainted soul.
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♡ Liesl does not remember at all due to being so young at the time, but Kodlak Whitemane was an old friend of her parents. To this day, she still doesn't know of his connection to her family.
♡ She can technically speak, but it is extremely painful for her. She also cannot drink alcohol or eat heavily spiced foods because of her curse.
♡ She is unaware of the secret of the Companions.
♡ Liesl carries parchment paper and a writing utensil in her pack at all times, in case she needs to communicate with someone quickly or in the event of an emergency.
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♡ THE YOUNG PRIESTESS. ♡
Full Name . Syla Rosewing.
Nickname(s) . Sy / Syl.
Alias(es) . Mara's Lamb.
Birth Date . 11th of Rain's Hand.
Birth Sign . The Mage.
Age . Twenty-one.
Gender . Female.
Sexuality . Bisexual.
Marital Status . Single, Unmarried.
Personality . Calm and virtuous, Syla presents herself as a dignified and somewhat distant person who prefers to keep her emotions subdued and speak in an eloquent, careful manner. That isn't to say she never allows herself to smile and show her care for those around her, however, and it often presents itself as her asking if one is eating properly, if they've gained any new hobbies, or made any new friends. As a priestess devoted to the Divine, Mara, the goddess of love and compassion, she also always makes herself available as a guide under Mara's light. She is very intuitive towards' others emotions, though unable to hide when she becomes annoyed. Though soft spoken, Syla is brutally honest and extremely driven in her pursuits, unafraid to bring up awkward conversations if necessary for the situation. She has a tendency to look for the bigger picture rather than what's directly in front of her, always thinking ahead of the overall end result, as opposed to short-term solutions that only work for the immediate future. She is extremely intelligent, if not the slightest bit naive when it comes to more unsavory, worldly matters. Syla is approachable enough despite her extremely honest nature, and is always willing to listen to one's worries or offer advice; as the teachings of Mara would have it, she would never dream of turning someone away or shunning them (perhaps only if they consort with the Daedra, which Syla blatantly does not). Her patience is formidable, usually willing to wait however long it takes for someone to come to the light, and always conducts herself in a polite, respectful manner.
Hobbies & Interests . Syla has a particular fondness for sewing, finding the steady rhythm and evenness of the task to be relaxing, though she does not have the luxury to sit by firelight until the wee hours of the morning, stitching away. Often enjoying activities that offer stillness and quiet - a moment of peace, she also enjoys studying her faith, devoting time and herself to her goddess with eagerness. She enjoys experimenting with alchemy, always seeking to create even stronger healing potions, and within the same vein, she enjoys strengthening her restoration magic. Her favorite foods are steamed mudcrab legs and snowberry crostatas.
Aversions & Distastes . Syla despises the undead, and does not hesitate to strike them down upon first sight. Within the same vein, she holds a particular bitterness towards vampires, given her past experiences with them. She has little patience for blatant, willing ignorance, and does not care for arguments. She isn't particularly fond of destruction magic, although she's been known to wield holy flames against undead when exploring ancient Nordic tombs. Despite her dabbling in alchemy, she disapproves of the use of poisons on one's weapons. As a priestess of Mara, she avoids consuming alcohol.
Height / Weight . 5'5'' / 115 lbs.
Eye Color . Pale yellow.
Hair Color . Blonde, almost white.
Race . Wood elf.
Overall Appearance . Syla is slight of build, around average height for a Bosmer woman, with round, wide-set eyes -- unusual in their coloring, a pale yellow. Her hair is long and fair, a gleaming white-gold that billows down her back and most often pulled into an intricately braided style, and her skin is clear, pale tan in color.
Biography . Despite her parents hailing from Greenheart in Valenwood, Syla was born on Skyrim soil, in a small home deep within the heart of the Rift's aspen forests. Their lives were quaint and simple, her father a hunter and her mother an alchemist who shared much of her knowledge with their sole daughter, even from a young age. Tragedy struck, however, when Syla was all of eleven years old. Vampires came in the night, destroying their small home and killing Syla's parents before her very eyes. She fled through her bedroom window, scrambling out into the darkened woods of the Rift, only stopping when she stumbled upon the path of an old cleric, drawn to the flickering flame of his torch. He took the child to the city of Riften and came to raise her as his own, impressing upon her the teachings of Mara, goddess of love and compassion, guiding her in her youth. Their lives were meager, but he assuaged Syla's grief with the reminders of Mara's tenets. They frequented the city's temple of Mara often, and Syla became quite close with the overseeing priests -- the Redguard, Maramal, and his wife, a dark elf called Dinya. As Syla came of age, she began her initiation as a priestess of Mara. She took a vow upon completing her initiation, to never harm or lay a hand upon a living soul, and subsequently took on a holy quest to rid Skyrim of its undead and unholy, often Daedric, abominations.
Fun Facts .
♡ Syla wields a gilded, golden mace which she has deemed Morningstar, gleaming with a holy enchantment, although the weapon is not to be used against the living.
♡ Along with her disgust for vampires, Syla harbors a deep phobia of them, and striking them down is often more difficult than other undead abominations, such as the mindless draugr.
♡ She is an extremely adept healer.
♡ Upon clearing a tomb or dungeon of its undead, Syla kneels and prays over the halls, bestowing Mara's blessing that the dead may continue to rest peacefully.
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♡ THE DIVINE WARRIOR. ♡ ( WIP )
Full Name . Eliara Viristiana.
Nickname(s) . El/Elle, Lia, Eli/Ellie.
Alias(es) . Dibella's Blade.
Birth Date . 4th of Sun's Dawn.
Birth Sign . The Lover.
Age . Twenty-four.
Gender . Female.
Sexuality . Bisexual.
Marital Status . Single, Unmarried.
Personality . A devoted champion of Dibella, Eliara is as passionate as they come, evident in her triumphs in battle and dedication to the goddess' tenets. Radiating absolute confidence in herself and her abilities, she showcases it in everything she does. She is charismatic, competitive, ambitious - seeking excellence and striving for it with every fiber of her being. Articulate and clever, Eliara prides herself on being a chosen blade for the goddess of beauty, charming and always holding herself in high regard, unwilling to let anyone mistreat her or take advantage of her, if she can help it. Though level-headed at the best of times, she understands that sacrifices must sometimes be made in others' best interest, casualties are inevitable, and the world must continue on despite it all. It must. Her faith in her deity comes before all else, and Eliara is certain if Dibella's guidance were to be stripped away, she would be lost. Still, that faith is strong as ever, even if non-believers take her for a blind fool, or a loon; everything Eliara does, believes, is influenced by the goddess' hand. For all her keen perception and sophistication, however, her supposed caution and suspicion of those with ill intent, she does not always realize when she is being manipulated, as she is a tad egotistical at her worst, and underestimates those around her. Eliara may be a little overbearing, but she is compassionate at her core. She shines on the battlefield, cleansing the world of all that is not beautiful - and she knows it.
Hobbies & Interests . Though Eliara rarely takes time for recreational activities and personal endeavors, she has been known to take up a lute now and then. An avid enjoyer of art, music, and all things of beauty, she immerses herself in these things when given the chance. Still in the the vein of fine arts, she also enjoys dance, bold and unafraid in her expression of devotion and love for both Dibella and her companions.
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♡ THE LOST PRINCESS. ♡ ( WIP )
Full Name . Ariwen.
Nickname(s) . Ari.
Alias(es) . The Snow Princess / The Snow Queen.
Birth Date . 22nd of Hearthfire.
Birth Sign . The Lady.
Age . Nineteen.
Gender . Female.
Sexuality . Bisexual.
Marital Status . Single, Unmarried.
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