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  • Character Card: Lyria Veldren Jun 10, 2013

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    Name: Lyria Veldren

    Race: Dunmer

    Birthdate: 13th day of Rains Hand

    Age: 27 years of age

    Class: Spellsword - Sorceress

    Occupation: Leader of the Cult of Boethiah
    Title: Boethiah's Right Hand

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    Appearance: Lyria Veldren has light grey skin and dark violet eyes that are calm and filled with mystery. She is indeed a fair maiden, with long black hair tied back in a high ponytail with a fringe dusting across her forehead. Her hair has streaks of silver mixed in, despite her young age. Her hands look like they belong to a noblewoman, except for the dark purple nails that are long and sharpened to resemble claws.

    Lyria has a slender,feminine form and stands at around 5'5-5'6 feet. She is usually found wearing either a dark blue mages robe or Mages Armor. [See Image]

    She has a scar that travels from the far left side of her forehead to right below her brow. It is usually carefully hidden by her hair.

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    Personality: Lyria's personality is like that of a storm; strong, fierce, a fearful being in it's own right yet there is a calmness there that so few see.
    She is a very proud woman, if not a bit vain, and bold. Lyria believes words are useless and only action is reliable so she detests boasting and often mocks those that choose to do so.
    Lyria's bravery is something to be admired, if the event arose she would stand against an army even if the odds were not in her favor. She is highly confident in her abilities and often judges others lowly.

    Lyria is also a devout follower of Boethiah and praises the Daedric Prince and often claims that Boethiah speaks to her and gives her visions. Wheter or not this is true, has yet to be proven.
    She takes her role as 'The Right Hand of Boethiah" very seriously and leads the Cult with a firm hand.

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    Abilities:

    Having dabbled in the art of Necromancy, Lyria has the ability to raise the nearby dead and use them as her loyal thralls. This ability is hardly used.

    Destruction Magic is her preferred form of magic and she is skilled in the art of blasting fire and lightning at enemies, she finds it very enjoyable.

    Lyria is rather fond of Lightning Magic and uses it often. Blasting foes with bolts of Lightning, or enshrouding herself in a cloak of electricity.

    There was a point in her life where Lyria had handled a sword, her skill in One-Handed is very slight since she hardly uses the ability. But the talent is there, nonetheless.


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    Strengths & Weaknesses:



    Strengths:

    -Ranged Attacks
    -Sneak
    -Alchemy
    -Speech


    Weaknesses:

    -Close Combat
    -Heavy Weaponry and Armor
    -Low Stamina
    -Inability to socialize with other people without insulting them atleast once.

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    History of Lyria Veldren:


    Lyria was born the 13th day of Rain's Hand to two Dunmer parents who resided in the eastern part of Morrowind.

    Lyrias father, a man by the name of Verenar Veldren, was a member of the House Telvanni and a esteemed mage. He had risen through the ranks with the assistance of the Morag Tong.
    Verenar was well-known for being a egotistical sociopath and very few dared challenge his ideas.
    As Lyria once said, "He was a terrible man...but brilliant in his own way." Verenar was a clever being but soon he became schizophrenic, often muttering that 'they' were watching and waiting. The symptoms gradually got worse to the point where he would yell out at random moments about how loud everyone was, even though the room would be quiet.
    He was the one that taught Lyria magic and everything he thought she neeeded to know to survive.
    Lyrias mother, however, was the opposite of her husband. Danaria was a lovely woman, kind and considerate of those around her. But she usually kept her mouth shut, especially when her husband was around. Danaria feared Verenar and tried everything she could to please him while he was around. Danaria and Verenar's marriage was arranged and the two did not seem to love each other. This fact did not change throughout their marriage, even after Lyria's birth. It was rumored that Danaria had loved another man and possibly still held on to that love.
    "My mother was such a dear woman...but she hardly had a spine" Lyria's words held truth about Danaria. The kind woman was a pacifist and refused to stand up to Verenar's constant brutality.
    After his death Danaria had trouble getting close to Lyria, who had mostly spent her childhood secluded in her room. Lyria often sneered at her mother and insulted her for being spineless, but after a few months the two became closer and Lyria took back her insults and would truly admit that she loved, and still loves, her mother.

    Lyria left Morrowind at the age of 18 and began traveling, eventually finding her way to Skyrim. She was enthralled by how cold it was and how the land was white with snow. It fascinated her and so she stayed to discover more about the land.


    Two years later she happened upon a few cultists brutally trying to kill each other. It was then that she was approached by a fellow Dunmer, the former Right Hand, and told about Boethiah and the Cult dedicated to the Daedric Prince. Curious, Lyria accepted the offer to join and proved her worth in the arena.
    She was assigned several tasks and upon completing a number of them, was promoted from one rank to the next.

    Lyria became the Right Hand when the cultists began demanding that someone should challenge the Right Hand for control over the cult. So Lyria approached the Dunmer woman and challenged her. The two women battled it out in the arena, resulting in Lyria being gashed in the head with an axe and the former Right Hand charred in a blast of fire.

    After healing from her injuries, Lyria was named the Right Hand of Boethiah and leader of the Cultists.
  • Valkyrie Feyndris May 1, 2013

    Name: Valkyrie Feyndris​
    Race: Altmer​
    Birthsign: The Mage​
    Age: 31​
    Title: Thalmor Magister​
    Occupation: Mage for the Aldemeri Dominion​
    Appearance:
    Valkyrie stands at around 5'7 with light golden colored skin. ​
    Her left eye is a Amber color while the right is a cloudy white. ​
    Valkyrie's hair is long, falling about mid-back in a flattering wave of light gold.​
    However she normally keeps her hair tied back and out of her face.​
    Her facial structure is feminine with a slender jaw and plump lips. Her eyes are slightly narrow and she seems to constantly have the appearance that she is sneering. ​
    Her physique is slender and tall, with only a bit of muscle in her arms and legs. ​
    Valkyrie has a few scars, the long one across her stomach, the one on her lip, and the few on her legs. ​
    Personality:
    Magister Feyndris is a very proud woman. ​
    Always eager to boast about recent victories and/or discoveries. ​
    She can be sarcastic, dull, and cruel.​
    She knows who her superiors are and yet she will still speak out against any actions she deems "pointless"​
    All in all, she isn't very trustworthy unless you are her ally. Even in the event you find yourself paired up with this fine woman, you can never be quite certain what her next plan might be which generally may cause trouble.​
    Valkyrie is also very observant, taking in small details whether it be a person, room, document, etc.​
    She loves knowing and can grow impatient when information isn't passed on to her when she demands it. ​
    History:
    Valkyrie was raised in the Summerset Isles to very proud parents.​
    She was always pushed to excellence. Average was not excepted in her household. ​
    Valkyrie's father was a mage and so he trained his daughter to be one as well, much to the dismay of Valkyrie's mother who wished for her to become a Lady of somesort. ​
    But her father simply laughed and trained Valkyrie daily. ​
    Amongst this constant teaching and training, there was not much affection between the parents and child. In fact, Valkyrie can not recall once when her mother or father ever said that they loved her. ​
    Of course this does not bother the Magister one bit and she simply shrugs.​
    When Valkyrie turned 18, her parents demanded she live in the world as an adult and cast her from the house with a bag of clothes, food, potions, and books. ​
    It took a few months of bribing, stealing, selling, and smooth-talking before Valkyrie was allowed to board a ship to Skyrim. ​
    It was another month or so before the Mer even arrived on the cold Nordic land. ​
    Once she arrived she considered going back, but something begged her to stay and so she did.​
    A few weeks of freezing her arse off in the cold landscape, she soon had a nice, if not small, house located near Solitude. ​
    It was when she had turned 20 she was recruited into the Thalmor. ​
    It took a while of studying, fighting, and proving herself, before she was allowed to join the ranks of the Aldemeri Dominion. ​
    Due to her leadership skills and understanding of magic and magical objects, she was appointed to the postion of Magister at age 25.​
    Valkyrie is very proud of her rank and occupation and is grateful to her parents for training her.​
    Armor:
    Thalmor Mage robes w/ hood and boots. ​
    Gloves with steel where the nails should be so that it resembles claws.​
    Weapons:
    When nessacary Valkyrie uses a Elven sword.​
    More than likely she will use Destruction magic. Her favorite being Fire and Lightning. ​
    Skills:
    -On a scale of 1-10, 1 being the lowest)​
    Magic Based:
    Destruction: 9​
    Illusion: 3​
    Healing: 5​
    Alteration: 1​
    Conjuration: 2 ​
    Melee based:
    Archery: 6​
    One-handed: 3​
    Light Armor: 10​
    Heavy Armor: 0​
    Two-handed: 0​
    Block: 2​
    Stealth Based:
    Sneak: 10​
    Lock-picking: 1​
    Pick-pocketing: 6​
    Alchemy:​
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  • Valkyrie Feyndris May 1, 2013

    Name: Valkyrie Feyndris​
    Race: Altmer​
    Birthsign: The Mage​
    Age: 31​
    Title: Thalmor Magister​
    Occupation: Mage for the Aldemeri Dominion​
    Appearance:
    Valkyrie stands at around 5'7 with light golden colored skin. ​
    Her left eye is a Amber color while the right is a cloudy white. ​
    Valkyrie's hair is long, falling about mid-back in a flattering wave of light gold.​
    However she normally keeps her hair tied back and out of her face.​
    Her facial structure is feminine with a slender jaw and plump lips. Her eyes are slightly narrow and she seems to constantly have the appearance that she is sneering. ​
    Her physique is slender and tall, with only a bit of muscle in her arms and legs. ​
    Valkyrie has a few scars, the long one across her stomach, the one on her lip, and the few on her legs. ​
    Personality:
    Magister Feyndris is a very proud woman. ​
    Always eager to boast about recent victories and/or discoveries. ​
    She can be sarcastic, dull, and cruel.​
    She knows who her superiors are and yet she will still speak out against any actions she deems "pointless"​
    All in all, she isn't very trustworthy unless you are her ally. Even in the event you find yourself paired up with this fine woman, you can never be quite certain what her next plan might be which generally may cause trouble.​
    Valkyrie is also very observant, taking in small details whether it be a person, room, document, etc.​
    She loves knowing and can grow impatient when information isn't passed on to her when she demands it. ​
    History:
    Valkyrie was raised in the Summerset Isles to very proud parents.​
    She was always pushed to excellence. Average was not excepted in her household. ​
    Valkyrie's father was a mage and so he trained his daughter to be one as well, much to the dismay of Valkyrie's mother who wished for her to become a Lady of somesort. ​
    But her father simply laughed and trained Valkyrie daily. ​
    Amongst this constant teaching and training, there was not much affection between the parents and child. In fact, Valkyrie can not recall once when her mother or father ever said that they loved her. ​
    Of course this does not bother the Magister one bit and she simply shrugs.​
    When Valkyrie turned 18, her parents demanded she live in the world as an adult and cast her from the house with a bag of clothes, food, potions, and books. ​
    It took a few months of bribing, stealing, selling, and smooth-talking before Valkyrie was allowed to board a ship to Skyrim. ​
    It was another month or so before the Mer even arrived on the cold Nordic land. ​
    Once she arrived she considered going back, but something begged her to stay and so she did.​
    A few weeks of freezing her arse off in the cold landscape, she soon had a nice, if not small, house located near Solitude. ​
    It was when she had turned 20 she was recruited into the Thalmor. ​
    It took a while of studying, fighting, and proving herself, before she was allowed to join the ranks of the Aldemeri Dominion. ​
    Due to her leadership skills and understanding of magic and magical objects, she was appointed to the postion of Magister at age 25.​
    Valkyrie is very proud of her rank and occupation and is grateful to her parents for training her.​
    Armor:
    Thalmor Mage robes w/ hood and boots. ​
    Gloves with steel where the nails should be so that it resembles claws.​
    Weapons:
    When nessacary Valkyrie uses a Elven sword.​
    More than likely she will use Destruction magic. Her favorite being Fire and Lightning. ​
    Skills:
    -On a scale of 1-10, 1 being the lowest)​
    Magic Based:
    Destruction: 9​
    Illusion: 3​
    Healing: 5​
    Alteration: 1​
    Conjuration: 2 ​
    Melee based:
    Archery: 6​
    One-handed: 3​
    Light Armor: 10​
    Heavy Armor: 0​
    Two-handed: 0​
    Block: 2​
    Stealth Based:
    Sneak: 10​
    Lock-picking: 1​
    Pick-pocketing: 6​
    Alchemy:​
  • Ivory Bear-claw~ Dec 4, 2012

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    Race: Bosmer​
    Occupation: Thieves Guild
    Appearance: Dark brown, nearly black, shaggy hair that falls a few inches below her jaw with a tiny braid on the left side of her head. She is light-skinned for a wood-elf, some clan-mates from back home would often joke that without the ears she would look just like a human. She has amber colored eyes that she lines darkly with kohl (an older form of eyeliner basically xD). She has tiny, but noticeable claw marks along the right side of her face. On occasion she'll decorate her face with intricate designs in red war-paint. She stands at around 5'4 too 5'5. Her back is riddled with scars from the past and refuses too let anyone see them. She has several ear piercings but more on her left ear.​

    Personality: Although Ivory can come off as a sweet and kind person she can sometimes have a streak of cruelty mixed in. Her anger can sometimes be a problem but she seems too have no problem holding her emotions back. She tends not too trust strangers and would be more likely in trusting one of her own kind than any other.​
    Skills: Archery, One-handed, light armor, sneak, lockpicking, and speech. Her one-handed could use some work since she would prefer a silent, and more ranged combat than open. But it's good enough too let her defend herself. She is a master of sneak and will often mention how the "shadows are her friends". She's fairly novice at picking locks however but gets the job done, most of the time anyway. Her speech skill rarely fails. She uses all sorts of approaches too get the outcome she wants.​

    Clothing: Black leather armor with fingerless gloves. When around the guild she doesn't wear her hood, but anywhere else she's wearing the black hood that is very efficient in hiding who she is. She has knee high boots that complete the outfit. She is ALWAYS wearing a necklace with a bear-claw tied too it in remembrance of her mentor and friend.​
    Talents: Can shoot several arrows at once and in a matter of seconds. Once she steps into shadows she disappears, this ability tends too vary depending on intelligence of the pursuer. "Can talk a poor man out of his last coin" as some would say. She is excellent at persuading others most of the time, but there have been embarrassing cases where she failed.​
    Background: Raised in Arenthia in Valenwood, Ivory grew up with her favorite hero Oreyn Bearclaw. She had no family, as they were taken by the Thalmor too be executed while she was still an infant, so he volunteered too raise her. Ivory grew up happy and content, she learned too wield a bow at age 8. Oreyn would often take Ivory on hunting expeditions and would teach her the rights and wrongs of the world. Oreyn also taught her too read and write, too speak like the humans. He taught her everything she knows today. Ivory worshiped the ground the man walked on. Every word he said Ivory took too memory and to heart. Oreyn loved his little girl as much as she loved him. Life seemed too good too be true until the day a revolt began against the Thalmor tyrants that had been trying to take over since before Ivory was born. Oreyn was a active rebel and often led groups to destroy embassies and ambush Thalmor patrols. One day, when Ivory was around 17, as Oreyn was giving a speech, the Thalmor came along with massive units of guards. They struck Oreyn down as he spoke and declared his title of Hero faulty, Ivory, who was in the crowd, saw everything. She whipped out her swords and lashed out at every Thalmor she saw. Some elders would tell you from that day's gore, that a demon lives in Ivory, a demon that wont hesitate too come out. Ivory was apprehended in a matter of minutes and was sent too prison where she spent a year, she went through several tortures but refused too give up information on anything Oreyn or the Rebels had said. Later she was taken in by a Altmer mage who treated and used Ivory as a slave, Ivory, who was not used too being anyone's slave would refuse too complete orders and would receive beatings and lashing, resulting in her back being scarred. Years later Ivory escaped and fled too Skyrim where she took up Oreyn's last name and lived homeless,until recruited by the Thieves Guild where she proved her worth and is a valuable and successful spy.​
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