Post by LLYENAL on Feb 17, 2012 8:44:46 GMT 8
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Llyen is all wide hips and small chest; broad shoulders that one would expect from a warrior of some sort rather than a (seemingly) meek bard. Even so, she is rather slim, the skin on her body pulled taut over her bones. Freckles spot her body abundantly, in sharp contrast to her pale complexion. Llyenal's hair is like a wreath of fire around her head: tight, messy ringlets with a dark rustic hue. Let loose, it falls to around her mid-back, but generally she braids it back, allowing for only some haphazard locks to fringe her face.
Her face is square shaped with a strong jaw tapered into a narrow chin. Low cheekbones emphasize the lines of her jaw and despite the striking shade of her hair, Llyen's eyebrows and lashes are actually rather pale. Pale freckles are brushed across the bridge of her nose, though there always seems to be light dirt (conveniently) there to cover them. Her eyes are deepset and hooded with periwinkle irises bordering on grey. Admittedly, Llyen is not the most proportionate of women, but it works well for her.
Her tunics are generally brown mixed with blue; somber colors, admittedly, but good for both gaining and losing attention. She's rarely seen without her hooded cloak, which is fur-lined and layered - a gift from the Bard's College before she left. [/ul]
BIOGRAPHY
"Well, no- That is their interview." The man answered, his accent thick and indubitably nordic. The redheaded nord narrowed her eyes at him.
"Why can't I have an interview like that?"
At this, the hulking stormcloak gave a laugh, though it still sounded rather awkward.
"Well, since you explicitly said you wanted to join as a healer, I didn't think that would be the best kind of interview, missus."
Llyenal couldn't deny his logic. Still, she caught the gleam of his eyes and decided that he probably found her breasts more interesting than what she was saying.
"Do you not have anybody for me to heal?"
"Aye, if you can cure The Cold, then we could use you," He chuckled. Llyenal frowned; she wasn't that proficient. With practice, she could be, but then again, that was why she was here.
"Not unless you're expecting me to deliberately harm a man just so you can heal him?"
"No," She began, scowling as the man smugly crossed his arms,
"Can't I just- I don't know, go on some mission?"
"Nay, not with the chance that you could be imperial. With Stone-Fist gone, I have to assess you."
This stormcloak was always one step ahead of her. So far, he was the most intelligent one she'd met. Unless, of course, her own arguments were as paltry as a murderer protesting the crime. The nord woman sighed, loudly, folding her arms. She didn't miss the sudden tilt of the stormcloaks head and immediately let her hands fall.
"Well? Start the interview already," She grumbled, rolling her eyes as the other nord gave a chuckle and a nod.
"What's your name?"
"Llyenal."
"... Excuse me?"
She sighed again.
"Ee-len-all." The woman grumbled. At the very lest, the rebel had the decency to look sheepish.
"Why d'ye want to fight with us?"
"I grew up with Talos in my life." She answered promptly, ignorant of the empty silence that stretched. It wasn't until the rebel coughed into his fist and murmured a 'go on' that she continued, somewhat awkwardly. She wasn't the most vocal person.
"Like I said, I grew up with Talos in my life. My parents were avid worshipers and weren't going to let some treaty get in the way of worshiping their god. I agree with them." The redhead sighed lightly, shrugging,
"But it's obvious that kind of attitude didn't get them anywhere. I was about thirteen when the Thalmor were tipped off about what they were doing. Da took the blame. He's still in jail."
The nord nodded sympathetically, helmet gleaming in the sunlight. It wasn't uncommon for a rebel's parents to have been jailed, or worse, killed. It was often the spur to the sides of revenge. Taking his silence the wrong way, Llyenal continued, figuring he wanted a life story or something of the sort. The stormcloak didn't protest.
"It wasn't long after before ma sent me off to the Bard's College in Solitude. She figured I'd be safer there. I was around-" She paused to think, "Fourteen, then. I was at that College for about seven years, and grew pretty independent. That's another benefit of having me, by the way. Free songs while you drink."
Llyenal wasn't completely serious, but he laughed anyway. Grinning wryly, she continued.
"I wandered around Skyrim for around two years. Practiced my healing, stayed out of trouble. I'd heard of a few people who'd gone through the same as me, or worse, and decided to join the Stormcloaks. I figure I'd be better off using my skills to help Ulfric Stormcloak's cause."
The woman finished with yet another shrug, noting the man's perplexity.
"Why didn't ye go find your ma?"
She shot him a dry look.
"Ahh... I see. Well I suppose there's no reason for you do side with those damn elves, but we still have to be sure." Llyenal looked about to complain before he put up a hand, chuckling.
"Don't worry. We'll be sending you off on the next mission that pops up. We'll see how much of a healer you are then." She sighed, nodding with a thankful smile.
"You'll have to find an inn, though. Ye can't sleep in the barracks until you're officially in..."
Expression flat, she rolled her eyes and gave a nod.
"I'd better not have to spent more than thirty septims," She warned. He only chuckled.
"Now just repeat after me... 'I do swear my blood and honor...'"[/ul]
MISCELLANEOUS
BIRTHSIGN: The Steed.
BIRTHPLACE: Whiterun.
CURRENT HOME: Windhelm.
RELIGION: Llyenal is a follower of the Nine Divines, though she is not nearly as religious as others. In specific, she reveres Talos and considers him as not only a god, but a personification of the Nords' struggles through life.
RANK: Soldier.[/ul][/style]
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