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First name: Atherun
Second name: No-Eyes
Race: Altmer
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Occupation: She has no occupation, simply to survive.
Appearance: Tall, with dark dull golden skin. White long hair with one plait that she grows longer then the rest of her hair. Her normal hair has grown just below her shoulders, to her back but the plait has grown ten more centimeters below that. Her face looks like it would have been pretty if not for the deep gash down the right side of her face, so deep it you can see the bone. The gash goes from just above her eye to her chin, going through her eye which is completely white. Her features are hard, gaunt, as if frozen by the cold, and reflect her personality. She is skinny and looks beneath her leather armour as if she has little muscle yet she is immensely strong. Her armour is leather, joined together by bits of bone with tales of battle on them and green cloth (like the nordic armour at the end of the companions but light and instead of metal bone).
Backstory: She was found as a baby by the fighters guild in Cyrodiil. As they thought it unsuitable to keep her in the guild she was taken by the spear trainer there to Skyrim. She was raised there and trained by the spear master, Oron, how to fight with the spear. She was taught how to tire the foe, dancing round it and jabbing at its weak points. Before long she was leaping about almost as good as her master, at the young age of five. She would duck, dodge, block, jab, lunge, roll, disarm, and finally, kill. When she was as good as Oron, at the age of six, he thought it would be good to introduce her to the other children. The moment Oron left her alone with them they attacked her, beating her up with their bare hands, laughing at her, teasing her about her white hair. And she had to just lie there, helpless as they beat her up as, though she was amazing with a spear in her hand she was useless with any other weapon. She noticed one of the children was robed and hooded, sat out in the corner. Finally Oron came back to find her a bloody mess, beaten till she bled. He led her away to his house and tended to her wounds, promising he would never make her do anything like that again. She lay in bed that night, her wounds healed by the mage in town, when she heard a clattering in the room next to her, the armoury. She quietly stood up, crept into the room, only to be bound and gagged by someone. She heard quiet laughter as a woman and child stood over her. She saw the child was the hooded one but didn't recognise the woman. She watched, helplessly, as the child bent down, poisoned dagger in hand and made the gash she would have till she died. She fainted with the pain before he got to her eye. The next day Oron found her in bed, half blind and bleeding with a gash so deep he could see the bone. The mage could stop the blood, could stop her dying but he could never get rid of the gash or give her back her eye. She had to live with it. She tried to train but could only see part of Oron and he easily disarmed her, defeated her. One day she decided what she wanted to do, she would start training again, completely, she would fight blind. So she started again, one eye closed and eventually learnt how to use her other senses, they seemed better now she couldn't see and she never needed to open her eye. At ten she could identify movements, even the quietest people she could catch out, the movement of the spear, sword arrow, she could hear them. By fourteen she could fight like she could before, using only her ears and eventually, by the age of twenty she could live her life normally. Only at the age of twenty did she open her eye again. Her sight was bad, everything was blurry and dark and she decided she would hardly ever open that eye. At the age twenty one she decided she had to make her own way in life and she left Oron. Never would she be pretty, or nice and friendly, but she could kill most anything with her eyes closed, she could survive. On the day she left Oron gave her his old spear, an ash shaft with a bone blade. He also gave her her armour and bid her farewell, telling her that if she was ever defeated, to cut of her plait and give it to the person who defeated her. As she left the town she looked up at the sound of a childs voice. It was the hooded child, chanting, "One-eye, One-eye, One-eye." She left that town and never looked back.
Skills: Fighting blind with the spear, light armour, speed and agility.
Challenges: Making her way on her own, most of all getting food. Most people act extremely unfriendly to her because hardly any can bare to look at the bare bone and jagged gash. Also, the hard features don't help.
Birthsign: She never knew her birthsign, and neither did the people who found her.
Political Views: I don't care about politics, as long as they leave me alone.
Religious Views: I prefer to believe in the Deadra, the eight are to... soft, for my liking. I would never worship them.
This post was last modified: May 26th 2013, 05:04 AM by Miasmador
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