Post by flamel on Jul 28, 2012 9:02:40 GMT 8
| [atrb=cellSpacing,20,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=border,0,true] [atrb=style, width:500px; bTable] [atrb=background,http://i.imgur.com/uNZDJ.png,btable][STYLE=background-color: transparent; font-size: 30px; text-align: center; font-family: wire one; font-weight: lighter; line-height: 75%; border-bottom: 3px #c2c2c2 solid; border-top: 3px #c2c2c2 solid; float: right; width: 480px; height: 30px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px; padding-top: 5px; overflow: auto; color: #444444; letter-spacing: 2px;]CHARACTER FILE: AERONA LE FAY[/style] [STYLE=background-color: e1e1e1; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; float: right; width: 300px; height: 300px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 20px; overflow: auto; color: #353535; padding: 5px;]APPEARANCE BIOGRAPHY |
History: Aerona Le Fey was born and raised in the city of Falkreath. Her mother, Siofra Le Fey, was a woman of exceptional skill in Alchemy; it was her passion. Her father, Ailfried, was a merchant; he would hunt game in the wilderness and sell it. He was also an avid practitioner of Archery. They lived a happy and simple life, it wasn't a life of luxury but it suited them. When Aerona was 10, her father began to take her along with him on his hunts. He had her watch as he showed her how to properly kill an Elk using his usual Long Bow. It was the moment when she watched her father shoot the arrow through the Elk's head, how the light of it's eyes grew dark and motionless as it's red blood seeped out of it's head, that she became fixated on the subject of death.
As time went by, Aerona had begun to hunt with her father more often; sometimes by herself after convincing her father she'd be fine. She enjoyed hunting; the thrill of the chase, the tingling feeling when her prey was trapped, how their blood would run out of their gaping wounds in seemingly never ending streams. She found it fascinating, how fast it took for their last breath to leave their bodies, how she was able to take these sentient beings lives so easily. But, she was soon starting to get bored; she even switched to daggers to give her a little more time to enjoy the thrills and a more up-close and interactive way take her prays' lives. It felt even better than using her bow, but she wanted to see different ways of killing her pray.
She asked her mother to teach her in the way of Alchemy, which of course thrilled her mother thinking it was going to be a bonding experience. Siofra taught her all she could on the subject, and was even keen on letting her borrow some of her learning material. Aerona found the subject fascinating as well, especially all the different poisons she could make using Alchemy. She soon began to administer her own poisons with her arrows and daggers. It was even more satisfying, cutting them non-lethally with a poison-laced dagger or hitting them with a poisoned arrow in a safe area, seeing how they'd suffer as the poison worked it's way through their bodies. As well as the fact that the pain was caused from her own alchemical skill.
But, just as her first methods of killing were getting tiresome, so were her new methods. After a while, the thrill just didn't come to her in such an intensity as it used to. She was stuck in a rump; she needed to add to the thrill, she needed the giddiness she felt during the final kill, her bloodlust demanded it. Thankfully, her prayers were answered in the most unpredictable of ways. During one of her solo hunts, a group of wandering bandits had interrupted her hunt. A group consisting of a Khajiit, a Redguard and a Nord, all three appeared to be of middle-age and male. They had demanded that she drop her bow and hand over any and all possessions she had, lest they were forced to kill her.
It was during this, that her current pray had taken the opportunity to run before she could use any of her weapons. This enraged her, these imbeciles had cost her a prey and her thrill. So, in a fit of anger, she shot the Nord in the shoulder with a poisoned arrow; the attack had shocked the bandits. As he fell and clutched his wound, she took the opportunity to take out her daggers and attack the remaining two. She slashed the Khajiit in the throat and sent her other dagger into the Redguard's chest. They had gone down with relative ease, and were now on the ground pleading for peace and whimpers of pain.
It was then Aerona felt the giddiness and thrill comeback in the largest intensity she ever felt; the cries of pain, the pleads for mercy, the looks of helpless strain on their faces as they wriggled and writhed on the ground beneath her feet. It was amazing, better than hunting simple animals. It was through this experience that she had began to take her bloodlust out on the bandits or lowlifes (people that wouldn't be missed) that came across her, hunting them down like animals and watching them as they died a slow and painful death. If she thought about it, she was doing the world a favor by getting rid of scum like them. She got to satisfy her bloodlust and Skyrim was down by one or two criminals; it was a win/win situation.
It wasn't until she turned 19 that she was approached by and initiated into the Dark Brotherhood. Proving that she could kill without mercy or hesitation, she was approved into the faction without a second thought. She has since been a member for a year and has enjoyed her time with her new "family". And what wasn't to like? She was being paid for killing those who deserved to be dead; a much appreciated bonus to her own pleasure. Not to mention she was surrounded by other people who enjoyed doing the things that she did, she didn't have to hide anything, and it felt good to know that she wasn't the only person like herself. What more could you want?[/ul]
MISCELLANEOUS
Minor Skills: Destruction, Restoration, Conjuration
Day of Birth: 13th of Sun's Disk
Birthsign: The Serpent
RP Sample:
'Run.' That was the only thought in his mind at the moment, and single thing he could do at the moment. 'Must. Keep. Running' It was nighttime, he could barely see where he was going; he kept bumping into twigs and branches along the floor. His legs were beginning to ache and his chest was on fire; but he refused to stop. He couldn't stop, otherwise...
"HAHAHAHAHA!" A loud cackling broke his train of thought. "Keep running. you'll die soon enough!" A feminine, yet crazed, voice rang through the air.
He couldn't believe this was happening, a grown nord running scared from a girl. A Bosmer girl no less. A crazed and blood-thirsty Bosmer girl. A He remembered how this day was turning out so well before, his band had scored 500 septims off this pompous imperial and even got himself a new blade out of the deal. Unfortunately, it seemed that the encounter might've been their only "buisness" for the day. Until they found the Bosmer girl walking around their territory near Evergreen Grove. They cornered her and tried to intimidate her out of her belongings, thinking this was going to be an easy run for them. Instead she just laughed, saying that she's fortunate to have found three more for her hunt without even trying.
Taking it as an insult, the Khajiit member of the group tried to pull his sword out only to get slashed at the neck with a dagger by the Bosmer. He went down while clutching his open and bleeding neck, gagging on the blood. She laughs, her eyes had a mad glint to them.
"One down." she says while pulling out her other knife.
Taking her statement into account; the other member, a Dunmer, drew his own sword and begun to strike the Bosmer. He watched as the Bosmer dodged the Dunmer's strikes with grace and ease, almost as if she was playing with him. After a few mad strikes, he then began to huff and slouch in his stance, having tired himself out so quickly. The bosmer, looking like she didn't break a sweat had taken the opportunity to take her daggers and pierced them both into his chest. He went down and didn't get back up, probably died before hitting the ground.
The bosmer girl then looks at him, her eyes in a predatory glare; like a saber tooth finding a fox after going hungry for weeks.
"Two down." And so the mad chase began, him running for his life from a crazed and blood-thirsty Bosmer girl that wishes nothing more than to slaughter him like a pig before the roast.
While deep in his thoughts, his body on auto-pilot, he failed to notice a root sticking out and fell to the ground in a heap. He tries to get up off the floor but was stopped as an arrow had found it's way into his back. He cries out in pain as the arrow is buried deep in his back, he quickly looks back to see the Bosmer holding a long bow. In his pain-induced panic, he began to shout for help.
"Help!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. "Someone help me!"
"Scream all you want," she said as she skipped towards his pained and bleeding form. "No one can help you." She then began to jerk the arrow still lodged in his back, he screamed in agony as pain racked his body. She stopped after awhile and began to chuckle a bit, walking around his downed form. "Do you like it?" She asked indicating the arrow. "The head is covered in my own personal brew of poison, it paralyzes the body for a good time, so my prey can't run." she explains to him in a taunting matter. True to her statement, he found he couldn't move his limbs or anything else, he laid limp on the floor.
She crouches on the floor next to him, she leans down and positions his head to look at her. He helplessly gazed at her, he mentally noted her deadly-yet-beautiful image; her dark brown skin, those blood-red eyes, her scarlet hair, the red marking on her face, and that steel plated mask that covered her mouth. She leans closer until she was but a few inches from his right ear. She then whispers softly:
"You're going to die here."
Those were the last words he heard her say before she twisted his neck.
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