Moaana Andalas

[Moaana Andalas]

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Moaana Andalas

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Identity Chart

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†Name: Moaana Andalas

†Age: 54

†Appearance Age: Early-mid twenties

†Race: [ Dunmer

† Sexual Orientation Straight

†Gender: Female

†Birth Sign: The Serpent

†Hair Color: Very, very dark indigo, so it looks black unless she’s in bright sunlight.

†Eye Color: Standard Dunmer red

†Height: 5'8"

†Weight: 135lbs

†Skin Tone: Ashen like all Dunmers, though she’s young so her skin has quite a bluish tinge.

†Appearance: While not many people would describe her as pretty, she certainly doesn’t have the kind of face you can easily ignore. ‘Striking’ is probably the best way to describe it – her brows are heavy and always a little furrowed, and her mouth is a little too small for her face. Her lip is curled into a permanent look of mild distaste, as if she’s thinking something nasty about you, which to be fair she probably is.

Her hair is cut short, messily so as she did it herself. This hairstyle serves a more practical purpose than making her look badass – it changes her appearance significantly, so to avoid recognition from people who may have met her back in Morrowind.

She’s not exactly petite, but she doesn’t have much in the way of muscles.

Her eyes are lined thick and black when she can get the kohl. Like the hair, this makes her look different from when she was back in Morrowind, though secretly she also thinks it makes her look more mysterious and interesting.


†Guild: Murderer in the Dark Brotherhood

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Taste

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†Likes:
-Breaking rules
-Anything dramatic
-Feeling respected
-Being in control.
-Curling up under her covers, or in any small, enclosed space.

†Dislikes:
-People being fake
-Alchemy
-Charm spells
-Khajiits
-Argonians
-Politics

†Fears:
- Appearing vulnerable.
- Being forced to go back to Morrowind.
- Being proved wrong

†Nervous Habits:
-Tugs at the longer strands of her hair.
-Clicks her fingers
-When very anxious she goes silent and ignores everyone around her.

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For The Record

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†Personality:
Moaana isn’t one to go into long diatribes – her sentences tend to be short and snappy. However she is far from shy, and if you catch her in the wrong mood she is quick to antagonise. She doesn’t deliberately take an aggressive stance, she just thinks that its better people hate you for who you are than like you for something you’re not – it’s for this reason she dislikes charm spells. She is, however, attracted to the dramatic sides of being an assassin.

She hates appearing vulnerable, and would rather make an enemy than make a friend through pity. If she lets you criticise her without sulking it means she really respects you.

As with many members of her race, she is mistrustful of others, and from growing up as a Telvanni, she has some racism engrained into her. She’s doesn’t throw around racial slurs, but she finds herself automatically disliking Khajiits and Argonians without even realising it. She tends to be judgemental and unwavering in her opinions, but the flip-side of this means that if she’s decided you’re in the right she’ll stick up for you in any way she can.

†Weapon(s):
-A silver shortsword stolen from her father before she ran away – it used to have the family name engraved on it, but she scratched it out deliberately. She uses it to fight off wild animals and could kill someone with it if she’d snuck up on them, but would rather use Destruction in a fight.

†Power/s:
-Illusion: Journeyman, (can cast a good chameleon spell for about a minute and can make herself invisible for about 30 seconds)
-Conjuration: Journeyman, (she had plenty of practice while with the necromancers. She can summon a skeleton, ghost and headless zombie, but could never get the hang of conjuring daedra such as Atronachs.)
-Destruction: Apprentice, (better at Frost and Shock spells than Fire.)
-Mysticism: Apprentice, (she can cast a soul trap spell and a detect life.)
-Alteration: Novice, (she’s never had much need to pick locks or shield herself.)
-Restoration: Novice, (can only catch simple healing spells and can restore her fatigue.)
-Alchemy: Novice, (it always bored her)
-Other: Serpent Spell, can summon her ancestor ghost (a great aunt if you’re interested).

†Weaknesses:
- Little physical strength; she’d need more experience before she could overpower anyone who’s not considerable smaller than her.
- She was brought up on magicka, not combat, so has very little training.
- Has trouble with seeing little details when assessing a situation, so she’ll have a plan all thought out then trip up on something she hadn’t thought of.
- Tends to respond to criticism by blocking you, so it’s difficult to teach her anything.
- She’s allergic to honey, it paralyzes her temporarily. (in-game it’s stated that it’s a common Dunmer allergy)

†Talent/s:
- She’s very methodical, and while she might not always get all the details right she never rushes into anything without a plan.
- Keeping her necromancy secret for years means she’s got very good at sneaking around and staying undetected.
- She’s very good at keeping secrets, as she’s not the kind to blurt out something accidentally. She only ever tells people what she wants them to know.
- From living on a small island, she can swim very well.

†Mother: Nadaes Andalas, a Mouth for their local Telvanni Master. She is a few decades younger than her husband, and isn’t as ambitious as him. She’s just as eager for her daughters to succeed, but she cares a little more about them apart from that.

†Father Gadamus Andalas, a Wizard for the Telvanni House. Very ambitious, and determined to make a deal whereby if he died his oldest child would inherit his rank, to avoid being assassinated for his position. It is for this reason that he pushes his two oldest daughters, Fedyra and Moaana, to be powerful mages. A fiercely intelligent man, single minded and dogmatic. In fact he and Moaana are very similar, and the clash of the strong personalities has led to near vendetta between father and daughter.

†Siblings:
-Her older sister Fedyra was born under the Mage and so has a natural talent for magicka. Her main discipline is Alteration, but she’s also good at alchemy. Unlike Moaana, she has a way with words.
-Her younger sister is called Dolsme. She has been pushed less by their father, and at this point in her life is much more interested in boys than studying. Her mother disapproves of her promiscuity, but she’s always been able to wrap her father round her little finger.

†Pets: None

†History:
Moaana was born in Tel Branora, a rather secluded town in southern Vvardenfell. She was born to a Telvanni family, so magicka was a big concern of theirs. Her older sister, Fedyra, was born under the sign of the Mage, and her family were expecting a child born under the Apprentice, and were disappointed when the Serpent appeared in the sky unexpectedly.

Growing up in the shadow of her older sister, Moaana at first tried working hard in order to match her, but over the years became resentful of her family and finally gave up trying to please them and started actively rebelling.

A few years ago she fell in with a group of necromancers, though she could never get as zealous about it as the others, mostly because she did because she wanted to break the rules rather than play with dead things. Eventually, a friend of the family found out, and tried to black mail her with the information. Afraid of being exposed, she decided to flee Morrowind and come to Cyrodil. Before she left, though, she decided to leave one last mark on the people of her town, and kill the man who was threatening to rat her out. She acquired a black soul gem from one of the other necromancers, then poisoned him and trapped his soul. She has the gem still with her, as she was unsure what to do with it.

Initially she considered joining the Mages Guild, but on finding out about their stance on necromancy decided not to risk it. So for a couple of weeks she wandered around Cyrodil trying to figure out what she was going to do before her money ran out. Thankfully, while she had more or less managed to keep her identity hidden from the authorities, the Dark Brotherhood had been watching the whole time. While staying in the Imperial City, she was visited by Lucien Lachance with an invitation to join the Brotherhood…

†RP Sample:

“So,” the bar man said as he wiped a tankard clean, “what’s your name, sweetie?”

Moaana considered objecting to the term ‘sweetie’, but was confident her expression did it for her. “It’s M...Melena.” she replied, changing her name on second thoughts. Sitting in inns like this one for the past three weeks, surrounded by Imperials like the man serving her, she was becoming more and more aware of how much her accent reeked of Morrowind.

“That’s an unusual name for a Dunmer, isn’t it?”

“Yes. It is. Take it up with my parents if it disturbs you so much.” Go on. she thought, staring down at her drink keep on asking me questions. I dare you.

The Imperial shrugged, taking her silence as just another Dark Elf being unpleasant. She had no problem with this assumption; in her opinion it was far preferable to being treated like a petulant youth in need of correction. She had enough of that back home.

She grimaced into her drink; first the accent now these unwanted memories. The whole point of coming to Cyrodil was meant to have a new life, with all ties to her family severed, yet somehow she couldn’t cut the ties within her own mind.

Well, it had only been a few days. Maybe she’d feel better away from all these prying eyes. She gulped down the rest of her wine and paid the bar man enough for a room as well. Sitting on the bed, straw from the mattress scratching at her shins, she reached into her backpack to fish out the black gem containing the soul of that rat of a mer who’d tried to blackmail her. The crystal wasn’t quite black, for as she held it this way and that she could see blue and green and even some red peeping out from its depths. It annoyed her somewhat; an artefact capable of ensnaring your enemy’s soul should be as dark as a piece of sky at midnight.

So many things about the gem annoyed her now. She’d intended to have it made into a pendant and hang it around her neck, but what she hadn’t considered was how exactly she would go into a jeweller’s with a known object of necromancy and not, at the very least, be turned away. So it had taken an unceremonious place in her backpack until she could figure out what to do with it.

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Anything you need me to change/improve? My RP sample is probably a little longer than what I would be posting on average, hope that's ok.

And yeah, I did draw that in Paint. I can't draw in real life

[Lucien Lachance]

Welcome to the site and you are approved i cant wait to see you in rp!

sorry things are slow now because of school but soon everything should get back on track and you joining has only helped lol thank you ^^