... *shifty eyes* ... Bugger it's been a while. And just I'm just as, if not more so, paranoid than before. PM me if you have any major problems and/or suggestions.
Name: Amili Canthus
Race: Dunmer
Class: Swordsress (Or would it be swordress? I dunno. A Dunmer lass wielding a sword.)
Age: 26
Sex: Feminine
Appearance: Amili is 5'7" and her black hair comes down to just above her shoulders, not in an act of seduction (even though it doesn't stop it from coming off that way) but, rather, out of the ease it brings to pulling on and off a helmet. While she doesn't upkeep her hair *that* well, it still has managed to retain a smooth feeling and an amazing sheen. She has, and is strongly proud of, her dark Dunmer skin that is a shade darker then normal and two piercing crimson eyes to match. She is slender and, just at looking at her, one wouldn't be able to tell that she was muscular.
Equipment: She feels comfortable in Orcish mail and doesn't go into battle unless she is wielding her silver claymore. (Granted, if need be, she can be proficient in a one handed sword with the help of a shield)
Personality: Even from the days when boys had cooties and girls did whatever it was that girls did at that age, she has always felt much more comfortable shooting the breeze with a few guy friends then picking over things inside with the women-folk. She is an amazing friend and would go to the ends of the earth to hunt down someone who did her friends (or her) wrong.
Brief History: Amili was born in Chorrol into a wealthy family, and because she hardly saw her parents, Amili would spend most of her afternoons ditching her sitter and play with her friends who would, quite frankly, beat the crap out of each other with their wooden "swords" in an attempt to "learn" the fine art of swordsmanship. While this was all good and fun, Amili tired of this and meandered over toward the fighter's guild and, when no one was was watching and presumably at lunch, would attempt to heave a sword at the practice dummies.
One fortunate afternoon, a kind old soldier caught her training herself to a pulp and he offered to properly show her the trade of slicing things up. Amili and the soldier's friendship grew greatly and eventually, on her 17th birthday, he bought her an exquisite steel claymore. Amili was ecstatic while her parents were, to say the least, quite appalled. They quickly packed their things and left for the Imperial City in an attempt to keep her away from the "vile" fighters. Amili managed to sneak her claymore into the city and worked through her drills every day in secret. At the age of 19, after hearing of her soldier friend's death, and after growing much more distant from her family, she finally moved out and, with her father's money, purchased a decent house in Talos Plaza district.
Other Relevant info: She spends her time adventuring around Cyrodiil and she returns to her house every so often to recuperate and to be with her friends. She also a Guardian in the Fighter's guild.
This post has been edited by Soulseeker3.0: Apr 29 2008, 08:02 PM
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SKAThis was pretty unusual, because most children at his age wanted to become great warriors, known all through time as saviors of, well, anything - Toroabok
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