TheShadedOne
The Angry One
Name: Sair Jahan
Alias: The lady of daggers, mistress of secrets.
Age: 34
Sex: Female
Race: Khajiit
Sexuality: Bisexual, but prefers girls.
Relationship/Marital status: Single
Laterality: Ambidextrous
Afflictions: N/A
Appearance: Covered in ashy grey coloured fur, Sair Jahan is noticable not just for her curves, but the amber colouration of her eyes, and the white stripes that cover her face and seem to twist and swirl all over her body. She stands five feet, eight inches though her height has never been her greatest assets. She has a lithe build, along with unusually long ears. A trio of gold earrings are situated one each ear. Both of her hands, her torso, and her throat are heavily scarred, but thanks to her fur, are hidden from view, unless she wants someone to see them.
Armour: She wears a long grey coat, with the right side exposing her leg from the hip down. While the coat provides no actual armour, she does wear very lightweight dark coloured leather armour over her torso and upper legs. The armour is not made up front combat, so Sair has to be careful about where and when she decides to fight.
Weaponry: A slender short sword, that she keeps on a sheathe on her back. The blade curves slightly at the tip, but is otherwise unremarkable. Her preferred weapons are the half-dozen or so daggers that she keeps secreted on her person. They are varied in length and form, but never more than six inches in length.
Class: Courtesan/assassin.
Combat preference: She would much rather use her wiles to avoid fighting at all. But when she does have to fight, she does so by picking off the enemy one by one, until she can either slip away, or she is sure she can take the survivors in a 'fair fight'.
Personality: Sair comes off as more than a little cocky, but she never enters a situation she is not sure she can gain control of. She is shrewd and cunning, but hides this behind an air of friendliness and warmth, catching people off guard. She is more than happy to be underestimated, as playing the mindless ditz often gets her more information than threats and blades. Due to her background as a courtesan, she doesn't believe in making connections, unless she believes they will prove useful to her in the future.
Religion: Not anymore.
Positive traits: Intelligent, strategic, adaptive.
Negative traits: Cocky, manipulative, secretive.
Likes: Secrets, being underestimated, arrogant people (for a different reason than you might think.)
Dislikes: Naivety, religion, bandits.
Fears: Being helpless.
History: Sair Jahan was born in the imperial city, on the outskirts, away from the glamorous splendor that was reserved for the more influential citizens. She never knew her father and her mother scowled and changed the subject whenever he was brought up. Her mother spent long days selling fish from lake Rumare and while it wasn't much, it was enough to keep Sair and herself fed. But some days were harder than other, and winters were the hardest.
During one harsh winter, her mother went to her little shack to sell what she could. She never came home. The guards found her body in a dingy alleyway, slashed and brutalized. No one was ever found to be guilty, though Sair doubted the guard looked very hard. With no way to pay for her home, she ended up turning to the oldest of professions.
Uncontent to be a common street whore, Sair learned to gather secrets, and began trading information, as well as her body. With in five years, she had worked her way into the wealthy parts of the Imperial City, and was known as both a high class courtesan and information broker. While this came with prestige, it also came with risk. Secrets in the higher circles of the Imperial City were more valuable than gold, and more dangerous than a raging orc.
One of Sairs' more petulant clients learned that Sair knew something she shouldn't. He hired a brotherhood assassin to ensure her silence, and the assassin nearly succeeded. One evening, as she left a clients' home, she was attacked, and nearly killed by the assassins' frenzied blades. However, the client she had been visiting just so happened to be the captain of the city guard. Hearing the commotion, he and his personal guard stormed out of his manner and arrived just in time to see Sair bleeding out.
Using his own connections and calling in a couple of favours, he managed to save the khajiiti womans' life. However, she was traumatised by the event and left the city behind shortly after. Resolving never to be helpless again, she spent much of her not inconsiderable fortune making herself disappear and hiring the best bladesmen and assassins to teach her what they knew. For half a decade, she all but vanished from the face of Nirn.
Then, five years later, she reappeared in southern High Rock as the enigmatic lady of daggers. She rebuilt her reputation among breton nobility as information broker, courtesan, and occasionally, assassin. It was during this time that information came to her of a vampire threat from the frozen land of Skyrim. Normally, she would have avoided such a crisis. But having her clients killed off by ravening undead was bad for business, so she has made her way to the northmost province of the Empire.
Dialogue Colour: This
Hope you don't mind another khajiit,
Alias: The lady of daggers, mistress of secrets.
Age: 34
Sex: Female
Race: Khajiit
Sexuality: Bisexual, but prefers girls.
Relationship/Marital status: Single
Laterality: Ambidextrous
Afflictions: N/A
Appearance: Covered in ashy grey coloured fur, Sair Jahan is noticable not just for her curves, but the amber colouration of her eyes, and the white stripes that cover her face and seem to twist and swirl all over her body. She stands five feet, eight inches though her height has never been her greatest assets. She has a lithe build, along with unusually long ears. A trio of gold earrings are situated one each ear. Both of her hands, her torso, and her throat are heavily scarred, but thanks to her fur, are hidden from view, unless she wants someone to see them.
Armour: She wears a long grey coat, with the right side exposing her leg from the hip down. While the coat provides no actual armour, she does wear very lightweight dark coloured leather armour over her torso and upper legs. The armour is not made up front combat, so Sair has to be careful about where and when she decides to fight.
Weaponry: A slender short sword, that she keeps on a sheathe on her back. The blade curves slightly at the tip, but is otherwise unremarkable. Her preferred weapons are the half-dozen or so daggers that she keeps secreted on her person. They are varied in length and form, but never more than six inches in length.
Class: Courtesan/assassin.
Combat preference: She would much rather use her wiles to avoid fighting at all. But when she does have to fight, she does so by picking off the enemy one by one, until she can either slip away, or she is sure she can take the survivors in a 'fair fight'.
Personality: Sair comes off as more than a little cocky, but she never enters a situation she is not sure she can gain control of. She is shrewd and cunning, but hides this behind an air of friendliness and warmth, catching people off guard. She is more than happy to be underestimated, as playing the mindless ditz often gets her more information than threats and blades. Due to her background as a courtesan, she doesn't believe in making connections, unless she believes they will prove useful to her in the future.
Religion: Not anymore.
Positive traits: Intelligent, strategic, adaptive.
Negative traits: Cocky, manipulative, secretive.
Likes: Secrets, being underestimated, arrogant people (for a different reason than you might think.)
Dislikes: Naivety, religion, bandits.
Fears: Being helpless.
History: Sair Jahan was born in the imperial city, on the outskirts, away from the glamorous splendor that was reserved for the more influential citizens. She never knew her father and her mother scowled and changed the subject whenever he was brought up. Her mother spent long days selling fish from lake Rumare and while it wasn't much, it was enough to keep Sair and herself fed. But some days were harder than other, and winters were the hardest.
During one harsh winter, her mother went to her little shack to sell what she could. She never came home. The guards found her body in a dingy alleyway, slashed and brutalized. No one was ever found to be guilty, though Sair doubted the guard looked very hard. With no way to pay for her home, she ended up turning to the oldest of professions.
Uncontent to be a common street whore, Sair learned to gather secrets, and began trading information, as well as her body. With in five years, she had worked her way into the wealthy parts of the Imperial City, and was known as both a high class courtesan and information broker. While this came with prestige, it also came with risk. Secrets in the higher circles of the Imperial City were more valuable than gold, and more dangerous than a raging orc.
One of Sairs' more petulant clients learned that Sair knew something she shouldn't. He hired a brotherhood assassin to ensure her silence, and the assassin nearly succeeded. One evening, as she left a clients' home, she was attacked, and nearly killed by the assassins' frenzied blades. However, the client she had been visiting just so happened to be the captain of the city guard. Hearing the commotion, he and his personal guard stormed out of his manner and arrived just in time to see Sair bleeding out.
Using his own connections and calling in a couple of favours, he managed to save the khajiiti womans' life. However, she was traumatised by the event and left the city behind shortly after. Resolving never to be helpless again, she spent much of her not inconsiderable fortune making herself disappear and hiring the best bladesmen and assassins to teach her what they knew. For half a decade, she all but vanished from the face of Nirn.
Then, five years later, she reappeared in southern High Rock as the enigmatic lady of daggers. She rebuilt her reputation among breton nobility as information broker, courtesan, and occasionally, assassin. It was during this time that information came to her of a vampire threat from the frozen land of Skyrim. Normally, she would have avoided such a crisis. But having her clients killed off by ravening undead was bad for business, so she has made her way to the northmost province of the Empire.
Dialogue Colour: This
Hope you don't mind another khajiit,