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  • Kalila Lololi Zahra, Sword-singer Sep 21, 2017

    (The art used in this CC are not 100% depictions of this character, but rather accurate ideas of what her visage is. Please keep this in mind while reading, and rely mainly on the descriptions in her CC and use the photos as reference points and imagery.)

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    Kalila Zahra
    "Journey many and many miles, but do not leave the Hall of the Virtues of War"

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    NAME: Kalila Lololi Zahra
    (pronounced [Kah-lee-luh]; [Luh-low-lee]; [Zah-rah])

    ALIAS: Desert Rose, Sword-singer

    AGE: 24

    BIRTH-DATE: 7th of Sun's Dawn, 4E 178

    BIRTH PLACE: Skaven/Ska'vyn, Hammerell

    GENDER: Female

    RACE/ORIGIN:
    Redguard [75%] Imperial [25%]

    CLASS: Swordsman/Rogue

    PROFESSION: Historian/Sell-sword/Traveler/Occasional Vigilante

    LATERALITY: Ambidextrous

    SEXUALITY: Straight

    RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single

    FAMILY: Father [Deceased], Mother [Deceased], Elder Brother [Status Unknown]

    POSSESSIONS/HEIRLOOMS: An amethyst amulet that her father had given her mother while they were courting [Click for Example]

    AFFILIATIONS: None

    AFFLICTIONS: Deathly Allergic to Most Flying Bug Species

    RELIGION: The standard 8 divines, has also studied the other pantheons of Tamriels different religions - with particular interest in the Yokudan and Ancient Nordic pantheons


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    HEIGHT: 5'11"

    WEIGHT: 132 lbs.

    BUILD: Lean, Tight, Toned, Curvy, Attractive

    FACE: Soft, Bashful, Endearing; Flaked with Soft Freckles, Lush and Inviting Lips, Softly Rounded Nose

    EYES: Arid Olive Green, With little flicks that glow like Emeralds in the Sun

    SKIN TONE: Olive Skinned, with a warm glow like soft sand

    HAIR STYLE: Always cut to just below her jaw line, with a natural wave and curl; sometimes worn with part of the front portion of her hair braided to frame her face, and on rare occasions she wears it up like her mother had liked to honor her - she often embarrassed her by saying "you can see more of your face, love. The world needs more beauty like yours."

    HAIR COLOR: A soft, dark brown

    SCARS: Plenty on her body that are never seen, and one crescent shaped scar wrapped around the far corner of her left eyebrow

    TATTOOS: In the soft curve between her shoulder-blades she has a sword wrapped in rose vines [Click for Example]

    PIERCINGS: None In each of her earlobes there is a small stud, while the edges of them are wrapped in two small rings [Click for Example]


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    TEMPER: Moderate temperament; she has a decent amount of patience but there are some times where certain things just don't sit well with her - she can also be just generally moody from time to time.

    OUTLOOK: Somewhat positive; she prefers to look only on the bright side of things, but given the things that she has seen and experienced in the last few years of her life, some things easily bring her to a much more dark, cynical way of thinking.

    HONOR: Significantly High; She staunchly believes most people deserve the honor that they themselves have earned and require, there are always exceptions however; she has strict honor when it comes to the dead, and tries to avoid any dishonor to the dead by both not fighting the undead if she can help it, or desecrating their resting places of possible. This is because doing so can destroy and disturb their souls in the afterlife, which is the greatest of injustices.

    ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good; she believes and stands for the greater good of all people and the world, however she does so knowing that most authorities don't always stand the same way and thus relies on her own judgement rather than that of the law.

    POSITIVE TRAITS: Intelligent, Honest, Studious, Strategic, Strong, Agile, Loyal, Compassionate, Selfless, Giving, Loving, Focused, Passionate, Eclectic, Particular

    NEGATIVE TRAITS: Stubborn, Naive, Antisocial, Cautious, Over Protective, Easily Overlooked, Easily Used/Slightly a Pushover, Self-Conscience

    LIKES: Blue Skies, The Sun, A Warm Breeze, Meadows and Plains, Beaches, Trees and Forests, Animals, Traveling, Walking, Running, Climbing, Dueling and Fighting, Tracking, History, Reading, Writing, Botany, Cooking, Stars, Nighttime, The Moons, Warmth and Heat

    DISLIKES:
    Disrespect, Bigotry, Racism, Ignorance, Arrogance, Flying Bugs, Drunks, Oceans, False History, Liars, Manipulators, Womanizers, Most Mercenaries and Sell-swords, Being Cold

    FEARS: Death, Flying Bugs, Whales, Horkers, Ash Hoppers, Assassin Beetles, Hagravens, Forsworn

    PHOBIAS: Entomophobia, Apiphobia

    HABITS/QUIRKS: Nodding her head side to side in unison with her body while walking alone, or reading as if to be dancing to music that isn't there

    ASPIRATIONS/GOALS: Fall in Love and start a Family, To make her parents proud, To master her craft and bring honor to her ancestors


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    [Note that the Artwork Above this is an almost spot on idea of what I would like her to be wearing]

    HEAD: She usually prefers nothing covering her head or face, however when it does get particularly hot or cold, the thin red cloak that hangs down her back carries the hood she wears.

    TORSO: She wears a fairly thin under-shirt the color of her cloak, over that, is a thin hide vest-and I mean really thin, that runs rather long, and over that, is an upper-torso/chest pad type armor crafted from Duneripper hide/shell - which is also incredibly light and rather flexable. These layers give her the exact amount of protection she needs without sacrificing virtually any mobility.

    ARMS AND SHOULDERS: Her shoulders are covered by the same armor that covers her upper torso, with small and low profile pauldrons. Her forearms are rapped in a cloth similar to that which her cloak is made of, and attached over top the cloth are plates made of the same material as her chest and pauldron armor. Her hands are wrapped in black cloth, excluding the fingers, to allow for better grip of her blades and to resist blisters.

    WAIST: Her waist is belted together rather simply, holding the leather from her cuirass to her body, and adding hip plating the same as her chest armor, as well as holding sheathes for her swords and daggers.

    LEGS AND FEET: Outside of her hip padding, her legs are rather uncovered aside from the cloth pants she wears. Wrapped around her lower legs and feet, as simple leather and hide boots, matching the color of her dark brown cloth pants.

    EVERYDAY CARRY: A waterskin, a pouch of coins, both attached to her belt, some pages of the Book of Circles folded up and tucked into her armor, and her mother's amulet around her neck.

    WEAPONS: She carries 4 tools which she expertly turns to weapons; two swords and two knives. Trying to bring honor the ways of old traditions, Khalila has crafted her swords as such. Made from hours and hours of ceremonial crafting, the high-carbon steel blades have been sharpened and are maintained sharp enough to shave an egg without shattering it's shell, just as the master Hunding directs in the pages of the Book of Circles. Though possessing a profile similar to that of a traditional Hammerfell Scimitar, she designed the shapes of the blades to be slightly more efficient, light and controlled; the hilt, instead of having the hand guarding length, forms and blends in from the blade to the handle. Like the hilt, the pommel also blends with the handle made from mahogany, and are made from the left over steel folded on top of itself and other grades of steel 100 times into a dark colored Damascus [Click for Example]. Differing herself from the ancient traditions, her swords aren't the only set of blades she carries on her person. She has two unique daggers she has sheathed on the back of her body, both of which she purchased from a shop in High Rock. With blades perfectly sharpened and shined, and jewels adorned on either sides of their purple heartwood handles, the perfect craftsmanship of these blades are a testament to the true master-smiths of Highrock [Click for Example].

    FIGHTING ABILITIES: The title Sword-singer isn't truly one used anymore, because the last of them died out long ago, along with their schools of training and the masters themselves. The once true art form and form of martial combat revered and almost worshiped by Redguards so widely hasn't existed for Eras, and likely never will again. Yet, this has not stopped many Redguard warriors from trying to revive this ancient art. Kalila is one of them. As a self proclaimed historian on the subject, most of her research has revolved around learning and uncovering all that she can about this ancient practice. Though she has never been formally trained in any combat techniques outside of what her brother and father have shown her, her readings of the ancient texts on the subject combined with the witnessing of many master swordsman have made her quite the skilled fighter. She puts forth everything that she has learned and taught herself when it comes to fighting opponents and believes in all the ancient rules she has learned were taught when the Sword-singers were still alive and well. To her, the swords are merely a tool, for she is the real weapon - as is taught and told by what she has researched. She has practiced with many objects and weapons alike to prove this statement true; many a battle has been won with the limbs of trees to the oars of boats - because any true master of the sword is capable of lethality with any extension. Along with many other teachings of the practice, crossing swords with her is quite a challenge to walk away from.

    Just as he swords, she is equally as deadly with her daggers. Though more than capable of using them in open combat, she seldom does so, as the weapons are much more effective in a quick and stealthy type of way. Dispatching foes from behind and by surprise is the most efficient way she has found to kill with these blades.

    FIGHTING STYLE: She prefers to be in the fray, flaying and abusing the bodies and psyches of her enemies with swift strikes. With her mind quick and her blades quicker, it takes more focus and determination to keep up with her than most other blade wielding fighters. Disarming tends to be a more secondary route of attack, as quickly carving, impaling and dominating her opponents is more than enough to make her foes drop. She particularly enjoys to use only one blade, quickly swapping from one hand to the next in a complicated flurry of attacks; for nothing more than just proving to herself that she can. Her default is a blade in each hand, like a whirlwind of lethal steel carving it's way through anything standing in it's wake. Those with shields only have seconds to thank them before she finds a way to get between them. Those with balls of flame and of magical fame find their attacks firing every which way, missing the target before it's to late. Arrows from afar will leave her scarred, but can only stop her briefly; because before too long, her stamina will return and no matter the wounds she'll go out of her way to make even.

    Her secondary blades provide an equal amount of grace, though many don't get the chance to see it. A sparkle in the corner of their eye will only give them seconds to wonder, and before they know it their bodies are no longer breathing. In the rare cases the glint of her silver short-blades yield a quick reaction, her retaliation is more than prepared, and her faults look nothing more than planned.

    Only a fool could tell and assume they have complete immunity, however. Once out-manned, or overwhelmed, she can only last so long before the flurry becomes a flail. Her defenses are slim, and parries and deflects can only go so far; for so long. If unable to defend long enough to disarm, and her opponent can hold strong against her, it's easy to feel the tides of war turn against her. At a range, is where she finds her greatest weakness. While magic and arrows can fly without meeting their target, it won't be long until they inevitably do. When her ranged opponents place themselves far out of reach, without decent cover she'll only be met with defeat.


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    UPBRINGING: Her mother a half-Nord pilgrim and her father an acclaimed historian and relic collector, Kalila's life at home was rather abnormal in the area they lived. Nothing more than a quiet settlement, the fame her father had gained came from the areas not far outside of their home. The Hall of Virtues of War was found less than a mile's walk from their front door, and it's importance in the traditions of Hammerfell's most ancient of history drew many a traveler, sight-seer and pilgrim to the landmark. Her father was a veritable expert on the hall and it's contents, no matter how much was missing within and how bedraggled the building actually was. Daily, he'd manage to uncover something new to add in it's history, slowly growing a small museum for all the traveler's to witness. Many were Redguard warriors, native to the sands and cities of the province, come to learn and pay homage to the location where every Redguard warrior's ancestors once trained.

    Her mother had told her the story of her parents meeting quite often, at her very request, as the story of their love was something she had looked forward to finding herself. She had come to the settlement with her family for rest on their way to the coast, and that's when her father laid eyes on her. She said he couldn't take his eyes off of her, and stared with a face so blank it seemed like he had been looking right into her soul. So she talked to him. And from there, a bud of love was planted, and it never stopped growing. He gave her an Amethyst pendant he had made the night before her family's departure, as a parting gift; something to remember him by for the rest of her life he said. She returned a mere month later, with her family's blessing to stay in the small settlement with him if that was indeed what she wanted to do.

    From there it was only a matter of time before she was born, and her brother before her. Kalila grew up with that story, among many others ranging from stories of heroes from her father, or stories of elves and great cities from her mother. Along with her brother, her father gave them an education within their own home, teaching them to read and write and all sorts of useful knowledge for their lives ahead of them. What she and her brother both favored learning, was that of the blade. While most would think any mother would forbid such teachings at a young age, most mothers are not like theirs, or like mothers of Redguard descent. The act of swordsmanship was a form of art practiced and passed down by those in Hammerfell for generations, or those who believed in tradition, that is.

    Until their adolescence, they were taught this way and then their parents gave them the world and infinite avenues to follow for the rest of their lives. Her brother, being many years older than her, took to the wind. He wanted to follow in the steps of their mother, and see the world while chronicling every step of the way. He wanted to return to Ska'vyn with stories of adventure and the study of the many places that he passed through, and add a library of books to their father's collection. Kalila, on the other hand, wanted to help her father continue to add to his collection, and learn what she had always found fascinating. History. History of the world and of Hammerfell, of her people and their beliefs and religion, of the world and the people around them.

    She did this for quite some time, and before to long, she found herself becoming obsessed in something she hadn't expected; the very Hall and practices it once taught. In the entire life she had near the Hall, she had never found it particularly interesting. In fact, she hadn't really preferred using the sword either, she was too fascinated with the gods and stories of those who had mastered the sword so long ago. Escaping in the mastery of others instead of seeking it for herself. But somewhere along the line all of that changed. She got lost in learning the paths that Sword-singers had to take in order to master their craft, and how respected and necessary their order was. Their cause was one of the things that truly inspired her, to protect herself and more importantly others. The idea of a society where everyone knew how to wield a sword is what had bored her, but knowing about a society where everyone knew the sword and those who mastered the sword so well they were capable of winning unwinnable wars and defeating danger no matter how ungodly it may have been. She suddenly grew drawn to that mastery, and her parents could sense it. So they sent her on her way. Her father gave her the parting gift of knowledge, ancient pages of the Book of Circles, the very pages that belonged to his private collection. Her mother, the very pendant her father had given here when they first met.

    With guidance toward the North, she went on her way to begin her journey. From crafting her blades, and meeting the greatest of smiths, high nobles, and places she had only ever heard about in stories and history; it wasn't long before she found herself an adult, and a skilled self taught "Sword-singer". And just when she was prepared to make the trek back home, a letter came to her. It held the most grave of news, and news that had stopped her heart. Her parents had passed away, and her father's work lost in a collapse of the ruin.


    The weeks and months that followed were aimless for her. Until she meditated on the teachings she had memorized and the pages her father had given her. Her key for success, her key for mastery, and her key to happiness, was to never return to where she once called home. Sacrificing everything she knew to search for a new place in life was all she had left. Sure, her brother was still away on his journey, but he had likely gotten the news too. And he likely had made the same decision as she. So for the last handful of years, she has traveled Tamriel. She now finds herself in the North once again, crossing through the borders once more. Skyrim may be her next stop, as there is plenty of ancient history left to be learned there.

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    (Trying this part out, inspired by some of my old CCs as well as @Zelda's Lovely CCs)

    VOICE: Soft with a tinge of what can only be described as a "warm" rasp

    VOICE REFERENCE: Zoe Saldana [Example]

    PERSONAL SCORE THEME: "Silva Arsia" composed by Krale
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