Name: Acadia the Predator
Age: Twenty-Seven
Race: Bosmer
Gender: Female
Origins:Born from both Bosmeri parents.
Birthplace: Falinesti, Valenwood
Affiliations:
>Companions: Acadia is indifferent about the Companions. She does not hate them, but she does
not like the curse they call a gift.
>The Dark Brotherhood: Acadia is fond of the Dark Brotherhood. The ideals of the DB is what her dark side adores.
>The Thieves Guild: Acadia dislikes the Thieves Guild. She hates the fact that they only care for gold and not about the welfare of others.
>Stormcloaks: Acadia HATES the Stormcloaks. As much as she hates the Aldmeri Dominion, she cannot stand the fact that Ulfric only cares about Ulfric and the Nords. She also hates the fact that they are racists and put the elves and other races in slums.
>The Imperial Legion: Acadia is sympathetic to the Imperials and has joined their ranks. She strongly believes that Skyrim should be under Imperial rule.
Appearance: Acadia has the long, light brown hair that falls right to her shoulders. However, it is tied in the same hair-style as Astrid in the DB. She is very slim and has only a little bit of muscle definition. She isn't very tall, considering she is a Wood Elf, but she is slightly taller that most Nord women. She has light brown skin and a small scar under her left eye. She also wears red war paint that covers her eyes and goes down her cheeks in a long, vertical stroke.
Personality: Acadia can be serious and may look down on you when you first meet her, but over time she will warm up to those who are willing to become her friend. Once she has become your friend, she is very kind and sociable. She loves children and wants to adopt one day, as she cannot have children of her own.
Skills & Weapons: Acadia is extremely skilled in Archery, Sneak, and surprisingly, Two Handed Weapons. She is also skilled in the art of Hunting, as she grew up with Hunter parents and siblings. Her preferred weapon is her fire-enchanted bow, Blaze.
Biography: Acadia was born in Falinesti, Valenwood to her two Bosmeri parents. Being the youngest of four, Acadia was babied for a while. Because of this, Acadia became slightly spoiled. However, this trait was lost when Acadia was taught the art of Hunting. She became more independent and respectful of her siblings and parents. Soon after Acadia's thirteenth birthday, Acadia's mother opened up Archer's Rest, a hunters' trading post. Acadia's mother devoted her time to the shop, so it was just her father that took her out hunting most days. The trips became less frequent when her mother grew ill. A few months later, the sixteenth of Evening Star, Acadia's mother passed away. Mourning her loss, the family decided to close the hunter's post and stop hunting for a while.
Acadia's older sister, Willow, grew tired of the depressed environment and told the family she will move to Cyrodiil with her lover Caelum. Her father protested, but Willow left anyways, saying that when her family learns to accept the fact their mother was dead, she might come back with her lover. Shortly afterwards, Penelope - Acadia's sister and a gifted mage - left for the College of Winterhold, saying she wanted to learn more of the arcane arts and that she will not return until she decides so. This made her father more depressed, thinking to himself - "I soon will have no one left ... for they do not love me." A few months later, their father decided to go hunting again ... but never came back. Everyone assumed he was dead, including all of the siblings. But, Acadia does not believe so. She knows he is alive and it is her duty to find him and bring him home. Thus, she left Valenwood in search for her lost, grieving father.
RP SAMPLE:
"I hate you."
The words echoed in her mind. Every time she thought of it, a quick chill went down her spine and the feeling of anger ... and a bit of hurt came across her. Mia was angry. No, not just angry - but furious. She wanted the blood of her sister - her traitor sister who killed the people she loved.
The only family she had left, her young sister whom she used to love, killed off her parents and every last of their dear friends. Mia wanted to paint the walls with her blood - and she won't be satisfied until she does.
"You traitor." Mia pulled out her small, dwarven dagger and slowly approached her sister. "You will die by my hands for what you did." Sara gave a small smirk and watched her sister carefully. Her voice was sarcastic and, possibly, careless. "Oh, my dear older sister. Come to say 'hello'?" Mia growled and pulled the cold dagger to Sara's small, pale neck. "You bitch..you killed our parents and our friends. You are an Imperial dog that will be killed." Sara stood in place and laughed - as if Mia would not kill her at all. "Our parents were the traitors. They were Stormcloaks, Mia. Traitors of the Empire. They died because of their allegiance. All because of this Talos nonsens-" Right then, Mia plunged the dagger into her sister's throat, listening to the final grunt of her dead sister. Pleased, Mia pulled out her dagger and threw her sister's lifeless body onto the mossy stone floor. "Sovngarde doesn't wait for traitors like you. And to think you were my sister..."
