Here is my revised version of Ash!
Name: Ashryn Fenmoria
Gender: Female
Class: Rouge Archer
Strengths: As a Bosmer she is superior with the bow, she can take down most animals with one plops if she is focused enough. She is adept in restoration and can heal most lesser wounds.
Weaknesses: As she is not a very confident Mage she doubts her skills which causes her to panic and forget what spell to use to heal someone. At times she is too stubborn causing others to become fed up with her very quickly. When she can't help someone there are times when dark thoughts consume her mind causing her to lash out at others, unintentionally hurting them or their feelings.
Personality: Fiercly protective of those she trust/deems weaker than other (children, elderly, etc.), causing her to get into quite a few arguments that sometimes lead into an all out brawl. At times she is very over dramatic, and she hates being indoors for too long as she likes to see the sky and feel the wind on her face, it calms her temper. Even if she's done everything she can to help someone, if they still get hurt beyond her power to heal, she will blame herself, again causing her to lash out at others, often going out to find a place to be alone afterwards, to do what exactly no one knows. She is very strong willed and even if someone she cares about tells her she shouldn't, if she sets her mind to it, she will. Almost unable to help herself, but she truly believes this is because her gut tells her she is right (it doesn't help that it often is). She is not the type to be a leader, or at least that's what she believes. Others look at her with so much hope because she's helped more people, they feel for her, because no matter how many people she's helped she can't stay in one place for long. As she feels a need to leave, no matter how much some social interaction would help her. The few times she's gone off on her own and someone has followed her are not good stories, as she will rarely talk to that person again, as they have seen the weak side of her that she tries so hard to hide.
SHORT History: Taught by her father to use the bow and the sword. She loves to be outdoors, feels almost as if the sky, and the wind, and the stars were made for her. When she was just 14 her father went out hunting to bring back some much needed supplies. He returned three days later with blood spilling out of his body in various places. She tried with all her might to save him, used as much magic as she could without passing out from over exertion, every known plant for healing she had, but it was all for not. The next day she buried her father out back of the little shack they shared, prayed that animals would leave his body alone and never turned back. To this day she still wanders skyrim's wilds, making a small camp at night when she's tired and then off again at first light. She's lived this way for the last 8 years and sees no reason to stop, until she gets a letter from the Jarl of Solitude and almost runs to the aid of the Fallen Hero known as Dragonborn.
