Name: Eira (no surname or anything due to lack of contact with civilization)
Race: Nord
Gender: Female
Age: Late teens
Eyes: Pale blue
Skills: Sneaking, Conjuration, Restoration, some alchemy, and most prominently----- the art of: “AAHH RUN AWAY” (In all seriousness, she is seriously good at evading danger)
Strengths: Imaginative, positive, kind, generous, faithful.
Weaknesses: Cowardly, too trusting, weak, naive, stubborn, clingy.
Weapons: An Iron dagger she only uses as a tool. But it’s there. Not that she would use it as a weapon.
Armor: Light leather and fur, sleeveless with part of her chest exposed. More of an outfit than armor. No helm. Unless a flower crown qualifies?
Description: A young nomadic woman with long, wild blonde hair that is often pulled back into a messy braid, of which she likes to adorn with wildflowers. She's a ray of sunshine, and it's hard to catch her in a bad mood. She is also a little child-like and sometimes easily entertained... Also outgoing, and hates being alone. Unfortunately her odd personality is not often appreciated so to most she is annoying-- making it difficult for her to find a companion.
There is a darkness behind her eyes, often it goes unnoticed by the majority (should she ever encounter anyone, often she travels alone) but to some it is sort of unnerving. There is more to her than meets the eye, and unfortunately it may reveal itself to be detrimental to herself and even those around her. There are things Eira struggles to understand and accept. One can only hope that this does not consume her. Restlessly, she searches for answers.
Her fair skin is freckled with sunspots from time spent outside. She is small for a nord, petite and delicate, unlike most hardy looking nordic women. And she certainly cannot swing blade a blade. Though she has her own strengths-- She is light on her (often bare)feet and her gift for stealth might have made her an excellent thief. Also gifted with conjuration magic, handy when in trouble. And some skill with restoration.
When she can, she enjoys being in the water. She has a love for nature in general and that includes all it’s creatures.
History: Her entire life she has lived in the wilds of skyrim, traveling throughout with her mother. She learned a great deal about surviving off the wildlife. While often ditsy and immature, she is resilient and untapped potential. A young woman that unintentionally refuses to grow up, she was perhaps sheltered from the world too much.
Crying she holds a dying butterfly in her hand as a child, her friend wiping her tears away as he whispers dark secrets into her ear. And slowly this friend’s hand draws light into the winged creature, and it sparks back to life before fluttering away. Filled with amazement, Eira looks up to her masked friend with a newfound fascination.