Post by badinage on Mar 27, 2009 15:40:22 GMT -5
Name: Dust
Age: 20
Race: Breton
Birthsign: The Apprentice
Hair: An earthy brown, her hair curves softly around her cheeks and hangs just above her eyes.
Eyes: Pale blue and slender.
Appearance: Small and mousy in her frame, Dust carries herself with the air of a beaten hound - until she finds herself in the realm of Sheogorath and is taken by the beauty of madness. She is pale and silent, with a slightly strange smile.
Clothes: Servant's clothes in Cyrodil, heretic's robes and Raiment Arden-Sul in SI.
Personality: Dust seems to lack personality in her role as a servant - she keeps her head down and tries to become invisible. It is only in her own time, when she experiments with Magicka and when she becomes manic that her true personality - backstabbing, reveling, loving and curious - shows through.
Likes: Animals and beasts, reading, cooking, experimenting with Magicka and alchemy.
Dislikes: Slavery, upfront combat, jarring sounds.
Favorite Food: In Cyrodil, Ham with Tigerlily Glaze, in SI, Mutton braised in Greenmote.
Favorite Drink: In Cyrodil, Tamika's Wine, in SI, Bernice's Summer Wine.
Weapon: Her magicka, poisons and, more commonly, her dagger.
Powers: Although she has no superhuman abilities, her keen senses and keener mind are as deadly as any blade.
Friends: Other servants in Cyrodil, Manic Denizens in SI.
Lover: In Cyrodil, none. In SI, many.
Family: Unknown.
Lives: In Cheydinhal (In Cyrodil) then generally in Mania in SI.
History/More Info: Dust remembers nothing of her family, as she was raised as a slave in Morrowind. After being rescued by a returning band of Imperial Soldiers, she is taken to Cyrodil and quickly finds herself in the same place she began - under the thumb of a master.
However, Dust manages to sneak into the library of Castle Cheydinhal, learning about strange magicka and eventually killing another servant, so unaware is she of her own power.
Paid by Count Cheydinhal, the Bravil prison takes Dust and throws her into the Niben when, after years of imprisonment, her ranting becomes to much to bear. By chance she finds herself washed onto a strange island, and from there begins an entirely new life...
That's all I have so far. I'm working on a picture.
Age: 20
Race: Breton
Birthsign: The Apprentice
Hair: An earthy brown, her hair curves softly around her cheeks and hangs just above her eyes.
Eyes: Pale blue and slender.
Appearance: Small and mousy in her frame, Dust carries herself with the air of a beaten hound - until she finds herself in the realm of Sheogorath and is taken by the beauty of madness. She is pale and silent, with a slightly strange smile.
Clothes: Servant's clothes in Cyrodil, heretic's robes and Raiment Arden-Sul in SI.
Personality: Dust seems to lack personality in her role as a servant - she keeps her head down and tries to become invisible. It is only in her own time, when she experiments with Magicka and when she becomes manic that her true personality - backstabbing, reveling, loving and curious - shows through.
Likes: Animals and beasts, reading, cooking, experimenting with Magicka and alchemy.
Dislikes: Slavery, upfront combat, jarring sounds.
Favorite Food: In Cyrodil, Ham with Tigerlily Glaze, in SI, Mutton braised in Greenmote.
Favorite Drink: In Cyrodil, Tamika's Wine, in SI, Bernice's Summer Wine.
Weapon: Her magicka, poisons and, more commonly, her dagger.
Powers: Although she has no superhuman abilities, her keen senses and keener mind are as deadly as any blade.
Friends: Other servants in Cyrodil, Manic Denizens in SI.
Lover: In Cyrodil, none. In SI, many.
Family: Unknown.
Lives: In Cheydinhal (In Cyrodil) then generally in Mania in SI.
History/More Info: Dust remembers nothing of her family, as she was raised as a slave in Morrowind. After being rescued by a returning band of Imperial Soldiers, she is taken to Cyrodil and quickly finds herself in the same place she began - under the thumb of a master.
However, Dust manages to sneak into the library of Castle Cheydinhal, learning about strange magicka and eventually killing another servant, so unaware is she of her own power.
Paid by Count Cheydinhal, the Bravil prison takes Dust and throws her into the Niben when, after years of imprisonment, her ranting becomes to much to bear. By chance she finds herself washed onto a strange island, and from there begins an entirely new life...
That's all I have so far. I'm working on a picture.