BASIC
NAME Faervel
GENDER Female
AGE 47 (Due to the wonders of elven aging, she is the equivalent of a 21-year-old full-born human)
RACE Bosmer-Imperial cross
BIRTHPLACE Silvenar, Valenwood
HEIGHT 5'8"
WEIGHT 8st, 8lbs
BMI 18.2
LATERALITY Ambidextrous
SEXUALITY Heterosexual
MARITAL STATUS Single
AFFILIATIONS The Parikh tribe
AFFLICTIONS A form of asthma; constricted airways; needs open air to breathe properly
RELIGION Forest Gods
APPEARANCE
HAIR Quite long, dirty brown-blonde.
EYES Blueish green.
BUILD Fairly skinny but toned, with strong arms.
SKIN Quite tanned, smooth and lightly freckled.
SCARS A cut on the side of her neck, from an operation to attempt to remove her breathing problems.
WAR PAINT/TATTOOS Two dark green lines from her left cheek to her left temple, and a brown line from her forehead to her left eyebrow. Slightly faded.
PERSONALITY
POSITIVE TRAITS Exceptionally well-trained in archery and shortsword combat, very observant and intelligent, attuned to nature, loyal, extremely independent.
NEGATIVE TRAITS Quite suspicious, quiet, sarcastic, speaks quite bluntly, not particularly friendly.
FEARS Fire, asphyxiation.
HABITS Sharpening her sword and arrows, scratching her neck.
HOBBIES Sitting down in a wood and listening to the sounds of nature.
ALIGNMENT Neutral good
GEAR
ARMOUR Much like the above picture; leather bracers and waist-length leather jacket, but with a similarly coloured brown top, that reaches down to her belly and up to wrap around her shoulders under the jacket. Brown leather trousers with leather pads on the hips and knees, with knee-high brown boots with a slight heel to them, making her about an inch taller. Also a black cloak with a hood, since Skyrim is much colder than her homeland in Valenwood.
WEAPONS A longbow, crafted of wood sacred to her tribe. A quiver of foot-long arrows, tipped with steel and paralysis poison. A steel shortsword, forged of steel and with sacred symbols carved into the blade. Faervel can also use limited magic if she so chooses, but often rejects it in favour of her bow or sword.
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HISTORY
CHILDHOOD Faervel was born to an Imperial woman, Claudia, having been conceived by the Bosmer Parikh leader Annor in a one-off relation. Faervel's birth was a shock; Claudia hadn't known she was pregnant, and once the as yet unnamed Faervel was born, Claudia pushed her off on Annor, telling him that she wouldn't raise his bastard child.
So Annor took his daughter, and named her Faervel, which translates to "strong spirit" in his language. He took her back to his Parikh tribesmen, who had settled in Silvenar, raising her gently but often leaving her at home in favour of going out with his men for weeks at a time.
Faervel grew slowly; being an elf, her aging process was slowed down relative to humans. However, being only half-elf, she still grew quicker than most Bosmer her age. Not much quicker, but enough to be noticed. By the time she was twelve, she was the size that most elves were at fifteen.
Of course, at fifteen she was the equivalent of a human eight-year-old. She was still extremely young, and all she knew was that her father kept abandoning her to go out with his friends. She harboured some distaste toward Annor, only growing particularly close to the steward who'd become her childminder, who cared for her like a daughter of his own. He fed her, he tucked her into bed, he read her stories, he taught her, he saved her from much bullying; he did more for her than her father ever did.
MIDDLE YEARS Upon reaching twenty, equivalent to a human twelve-year-old, her steward decided to take her to weapon training; Parikh tradition decreed that all children should have some proficiency with weapons and self-defence, so she learnt with a short sword and a long bow, becoming proficient incredibly quickly. The steward called it "living up to her name", but the weapons master of Silvenar called it "inborn ability".
After a few more years training with weapons, she got her own bow and sword. Her father had heard about her skill, and decided to grant her weapons forged specially for her. She began to grow closer to her father, and went hunting with him many times.
ADULTHOOD Quick as a flash, Faervel grew to thirty-two, or sixteen in human years. She had become very beautiful, and elves aged nearly fifty were asking for her hand, having heard tell of her incredible skill and powerful father. Of course, she turned down them all; playing a few of them for a while before dropping them and returning to hunting with Annor.
During her hunting trips, she learnt to appreciate nature. She liked to leave the hunting to her father, while she herself simply sat on a tree stump with her legs crossed and her eyes closed, listening to the sounds of nature.
This life appealed to Faervel greatly, and she enjoyed it right up until she was forty-one, or nineteen in human years. She was considered quite social, and yet she rarely spoke to anyone but her father and her steward. However, this changed once one of the elves she'd toyed with earlier came back for more. He wanted to take her for himself, and tried to force himself on her. She managed to beat him down, but not before the elf's friends managed to beat Annor to death and mutilate the steward. Once the ordeal was over, Faervel came to the steward to cry about her father, but the steward sent her away. He was disgusted that she was the reason for this trouble, and told her to get out of Silvenar before he had her thrown out.
With her life gone, she gathered her belongings and asked the local bartender for any rumours for her to follow. The first one to come up was that of dragons returning to Skyrim.
So the bartender said, the dragons had taken the whole west and south borders of Skyrim, and the Jarls were searching for anyone to help fight off the dragons. It wasn't exactly a safe life, but it was a life; something that Faervel didn't have at this point.
So she set off northeast, heading for Skyrim, enjoying the forests along the way and hoping that someone in Skyrim could grant her a new life.