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  1. Previous Iterations Current Iteration Name: Aldy “Alduin” Whynn, the World Eater Age: N/A Race: Dragon (Human Form) Sexuality: N/A Occupation: Genderbent Mortal Form of Alduin, World Eater, First-Born of Akatosh Love Interest(s): N/A Family: Akatosh (Father), Weapon(s): Claws, Shouts (favors using Fire Breath, Frost Breath and Unrelenting Force shouts, as well as the Dragon Storm Call [a shout unique to her]) Background: Having slightly recovered from his ordeal with the Dragonborn, Alduin mustered up what power that he had in order to avert being cast off between time as he been in the past in his battle against the Trio of Dragonborn of Old. Instead of living outside of time, the World Eater found himself to be revived in Sovngarde. Normally being in that realm would be a treat for the great Dovah, as there are plenty of lost souls at his disposal, however an odd taste was left in Alduin’s mouth… Something was off. Something about him was… different from before. He felt smaller, weaker, gone was the mighty and majestic form he’d boasted and been portrayed throughout the Era’s. Instead when he regained awareness of his surroundings and of himself, he noticed that his form had become similar to that on the one who had last vanquished him… the Dovahkiin who went by Sorerica. Not only that, Alduin felt a strange energy intertwined with his own. Knowing that this was the source for his abnormal appearance, an enraged Alduin vented out his frustrations by setting the massive ravine that lay before the Hall of Valor ablaze. Once that was out of his system, Alduin tried to leave Sovngarde but couldn’t. Without his previous powers he was stuck here or so he thought. Using remnants of his memories right after he had been defeated this last time, Alduin realized that the Dovahkiin’s party had returned to Mundus thanks to the powers of the the ancient god of trials against adversity, Tsun. Despite being vastly weaker than he was before, Alduin not only challenged but ultimately defeated Tsun in single combat that was waged for over two days. As a result, Alduin was rewarded with his desired trip back to Mundus, and the opportunity to not only find the source of this foreign energy that had befouled his visage but to also have a chance at restoring his pride and honor as the God of Destruction, as the fear-evoking World Eater, as Al-du-in. Once on the Dovahkiin’s native soil, Skyrim, Alduin immediately felt ever stronger as the Civil War which was emboldening and empowering him in his former form continued to wage on giving the World Eater a seemingly endless source of power. Only during the Great Wars had Alduin ever felt such death and chaos, and thanks to his mortal frame, this was also the first time that he had been able to partake in such a scrumptious meal personally. Drowning in the bliss of this endless chaos, Alduin was almost content if the Civil War had never ended, but alas, his wishes were in vain as once again the Dovahkiin helped play spoiler as Sorerica helped the Imperials ultimately grasp victory over the Stormcloaks. As enraged as he was with the Dovahkiin, Alduin could feel something within Sorerica that intrigued him... A chaos unlike any other... Knowing that if left alone, the Dovahkiin had the potential to create massive amounts of devastation, Alduin decided to play the long game and savor this dish as the very chaos that the Dovahkiin was about to ensue would be the very same catalyst that Alduin would use to destroy her. That said, Alduin knew that this strategy would require patience, and since he couldn’t simply live as he pleased as a Dovah roaming the skies, Alduin was forced to lower himself to the standards of mortals and “live” amongst him. But the World Eater was no fool. Going around calling himself “Alduin” was likely to attract the wrong sort of attention, and with Sorerica’s demise off in the distance, he couldn’t afford to have things complicate his situation any further. Luckily for him, a chance meeting with a drunk traveling Breton conjurer by the name of Sam Guevenne would not only give him an alias that he could work with, “Aldy Whynn,” but also point Alduin in the direction needed to find his saboteur… Guevenne and the foreign energy both gave off an energy that Alduin was able to recollect the source of after meeting the Breton… It was a Daedric Lord that had tampered with the World Eater’s visage, and when Alduin figured out which one was at fault, there was nothing and no one besides Anu or Padomay who could stay his wrath.
  2. Previous Iterations Current Iteration Name: Alashir the Dragon Warrior Age: 26 Race: Redguard Sexuality: Heterosexual Occupation: Second-in-Command of the Blades, Mercenary Love Interest(s): Lydia, Delusia(?), Sorerica(?) Family: Razelian (Brother) [deceased] Weapon(s): Blades Sword Background: For as long as he could remember, it had always been Alashir and his older brother, Razelian, fending for themselves against the world. The memories he had of his parents were scarce, the most vivid being the day they brought the brothers to their uncle whom the young boys presumed they were going to stay with for the foreseeable future. However, their uncle an illegal drug trafficker and within a year he left them in Gilane in order to more quickly move about the province. Having given up on relying on their other family members, Alashir and Razelian decided to stay in Gilane and build plant their roots there. Training, hunting, training, eating, training, sleeping… The daily regiment for the brothers was simple, but for the two of them who had so little it was rewarding. Being able to gauge how far they came from the previous day was something the young Redguards couldn’t wait for and sometimes lost sleep over. After a few years of this, the brothers’ achievements were recognized by Gilane’s acting King, King Alushik I, and he enrolled the boys into the city’s elite youth army, the Ebon Corps. There, their life was more of the same, but with structure. They tested their might and mettle not only against their peers, but against those who trained them as well. Expectantly, Razelian shot up the ranks and within six months held the second highest rank one could get within the Ebon Corps. Alashir’s rise wasn’t as sudden, but the young brother found glory within the army as well. Although rank separated them, the brothers were set that nothing would ever tear them apart… and then enter Delusia. Delusia was a girl who the brothers had known ever since arriving in Gilane. She endeared herself to them quickly and soon found herself as a third wheel in their activities. That had changed when the brothers entered the Ebon Corps, but not for long as they pair would soon find out. Being slightly better than Alashir but not as great as Razelian, seven months after the pair had joined the Ebon Corps, Delusia made her debut and things went back to usual for the trio. However, Alashir could see a rift form between himself and the other two as within only two months Delusia outranked him which saw her and his brother hang out more often. Although perturbed by this, Alashir didn’t mind. He knew that although he longed for Delusia’s affections and had done so ever since he laid eyes upon her, he knew that her eyes were always on his brother and for everything that Razelian had done for him, Alashir wasn’t going to ruin his brother’s shot at true happiness. When he found out that the two of them had begun dueling each other every Morndas to see how strong they had become during the past week, he had jokingly called it the pair’s "lovey dovey" time, but after seeing their resolve during the duel and how relaxed they were afterwards, Alashir knew it was a matter of time before his “joke” would turn into reality. Deciding to focus on himself, Alashir grew more and more distant from his brother and childhood friend and after hitting a wall in regards to his standing within the Ebon Corps, he turned to another for help. One of the Ebon Corps’s most unusual recruits was its fifth highest ranking member, Ra’jenji-Do, a rather crafty and ingenious Khajiit who made a name for himself within the army by utilizing his immense tactical wit and disregarding conventional combat styles to use an informal fighting style he dubbed “Kyaan-Do,” an unorthodox style comprised both reading and overpowering your opponent while seeming like you’re doing neither. When he hit a wall, Alashir went to Ra’jenji-Do because he knew that Ra’jenji-Do was the only one in the whole army that could beat into him the one thing that he didn’t have, spontaneity. It wasn’t easy by any stretch, but within a few months Alashir could saw results as he finally cracked the top one hundred ranked members of the army. Throughout his teenage years, Alashir slowly but steadily rose through the ranks and felt that it was but a matter of time that he broke through to the army’s top ten officials, but then Gilane or rather the Ebon Corps received a writ of challenge from a man calling himself the Ebony Warrior. Immediately upon hearing this, eight higher ranked warriors answered the call including both Razelian and Delusia. Alashir had wanted to join in as well, but both Razelian and Delusia forbade him from doing so. After seeing the "Ebony Warrior" go against his first six challengers with the result ending with their defeat, Delusia tried her hardest and faced off with the “Ebony Warrior” with everything she had, but not only was she unable to land a hit on the Ebony clad Nord, she wasn't even able to protect herself from any of his blows... And this was after he’d already faced off against (and slain) SIX of her brethren. Just as the Nord was about to seal her fate, Razelian stepped in to protect her much to Delusia’s disdain. After saying that if Razelian died, they both died, the Ebony Warrior fought Razelian in a duel that seemed like it went on for hours. Alashir couldn’t believe his eyes, and realized that doing what he’d been doing wasn’t enough. Delusia, the “Ebony Warrior”, his brother… He thought that he was one step from being able to fight them, but he realized on that day after seeing his brother fight and defeat the Ebony Warrior that he could no longer stand in their path to greatness. Utilizing the celebration of his brother’s victory as a guise, Alashir snuck off and became a deserter. Heading northeast, he didn’t stop going until he found himself surrounded by a group of bandits north of the Rift. Tired and weary, Alashir had half a mind to simply allow them to capture him just so that he could rest for a bit, but after seeing a pair of teens, one a male with short blue hair and the other a female with long dark hair and golden eyes, as the bandits’ captives, Alashir made quick work of the group of bandits before passing out. When he came to, the girl threw herself on him while bawling while the boy explained what had happened. Apparently, the two of them, Andeyncois and Jylisen, were students at the College of Winterhold who were on an assignment. They were supposed to collect an ancient magical artifact from somewhere in the Rift, but they were supposed to be able to find it only my sensing the artifact’s Magicka… which is why they got lost and subsequently captured by bandits. Alashir, having nothing better to do at the moment, asked the pair if they would like him to escort them, and the duo, having given up on their assignment and simply wanting to return to the College, eagerly agreed. After arriving back at the College, Alashir, upon promising Jylisen that she would keep in contact, left and had decided that he would simply train for a bit throughout the land of Skyrim before ultimately returning to Gilane. However his plans were forcibly changed after meeting with the Dragonborn sometime later… Sorerica, one of the most irritable people Alashir had ever met, was also one of the strongest people he’d ever seen. She was so strong in fact that he believed that the anal Nord could possibly even take on his brother in a one on one fight. After seeing Sorerica take on a group of four giants using only her hands, he had no intention of engaging the Nord, but had no choice when she waltzed up to him and took an affront to him sneakily watching her dispatch the giants. Without allowing him to explain himself, Sorerica attacked him. However to both of their surprise, Alashir was able to momentarily subdue her on her belly thanks to his Ebon Corps training. Feeling that this was a fatal mistake, he immediately released her and braced for another attack, but instead was greeted with an extended hand and a hearty smile. Without another word, Alashir knew that they would be close companions and was proven right as he traveled within her inner circle consisting of himself, Sorerica’s closest Housecarl Lydia, the gigantic Orc brute Molac Bulagurz, and a rather peculiar adventurer that goes by “Dovakini-chan.” Alashir would become an invaluable asset to Sorerica as he became the leader of the reformed Blades under the Dragonborn’s banner (who decided to spare Paarthurnax and slay Esbern for his defiance and persistence that she kill the meditative dragon), he accompanied Sorerica, Dovakini, and Lydia as they vanquished Alduin, and he also became someone with whom Sorerica felt comfortable confiding in. After the Civil War’s end, Sorerica vanished and although Alashir led the charge in finding the Dragonborn, he soon decided that Sorerica needed the space and ultimately temporarily disbanded the Blades which allowed everyone, including himself, to get a well-deserved break from all the turmoil that the province provided… Or so he thought. That would all change when Alashir happened upon Bleak Falls Burrow in his travels and witnessed a young hapless adventurer about to be ravished by a slightly out of his mind Bandit Leader…
  3. Previous Iterations Current Iteration Name: Agroha Lumbump Age: 18 Race: Orsimer Sexuality: Heterosexual(?) Occupation: Skye’s Slave Love Interest(s): ??? (Possibly Skye) Family: Yagmorz Lumbump (Father), Shazbub Lumbump (Uncle) [deceased] Weapon(s): Her fists Background: -Quoted from Agroha
  4. Previous Iterations Current Iteration Name: Agrathia the Little Demon Age: 19 Race: Redguard Sexuality: Heterosexual(?) Occupation: Mercenary Love Interest(s): ??? (Possibly Gonka, possibly Ania, looking for a mate) Family: Jalieer Rhoshte (Mother) [deceased], Wayem Rhoshte (Father) [deceased], Chief Burguk (Adoptive Father) Weapon(s): Two-Handed Troll Breaker Sword Background: When people in Skyrim hear tale of demons, they either associate the term with Daedra, or people over exaggerating how strong someone was. However, when people hear tale of the Little Demon, fear grips them for they know that they’re about to hear something quite outlandish… But very much so true… Agrathia, born as Taviia Rhoshte, and was born to a wealthy pair of Redguard merchants and an heir to a franchise that was soon to become a dynasty. However, that would never come to pass as when she was but only sixteen months old, Taviia’s parents and their guards were attacked and killed by a group of bandits. Not ones so meaninglessly slaughter children, the bandits spared her, but left her to face her impending death as nature would have it… That is until the Orsimer, Burguk the Chieftain of Dushnikh Yal, found her and took her back to his stronghold where he grew Taviia up alongside his other offspring: Nagrub, Umurn, Lash gra-Dushnikh, and the child that Ghorbash, unknown to Burguk, had had with an outsider and was previously on the outskirts of, Sarvei. Shel, Burguk’s favorite wife, gave young Taviia the name Agrathia for the Orsimer knew not what her real name was and needed something to call her by, and although Agrathia was not an Orc, Burguk tried to have her raised as his own daughter. However, no matter how good she did or how well she was able to grasp the concepts and traditions of the stronghold, Agrathia wasn’t accepted by most of the Stronghold. This was especially true when it came to Burguk’s own children and although Sarvei tried her best to make Agrathia feel at home, the young Redguard felt more and more alienated by the day than Burguk had ever wanted her to for years into her childhood… And then an outsider showed up. When Agrathia was nine, a young female Orsimer who was but a year older than her, showed up to the stronghold to challenge Burguk for the right to be chief. It was a laughable notion and went against their traditions; however this young girl would not relent on wanting a showdown with Burguk. So for four months, this girl came to challenge Burguk and was immediately turned away. One day when Burguk was out hunting, the girl showed up and no one would answer her. Upset that no one would either shun the girl or fight for her “father’s” honor, Agrathia went out and faced her. Agrathia thought that a challenge would be nothing but a spar like she’d done with Burguk’s lot before. However, the young girl swiftly dealt with Agrathia. But before she could land the finishing blow, Burguk showed up and disarmed the young Orc and forced her and his children into his longhouse. Burguk was furious that none of his legitimate children thought to deal with this “threat” and punished each of them for the same amount of time that the outsider had been challenging him for. As for Agrathia and the Orc girl, Burguk gave them one week to prepare for they would do an official battle with these stakes: if Agrathia lost, she’d be exiled from the stronghold and the Orc girl would indeed be able to challenge Burguk for the right to be chief. After a week, the pair fought to a draw in a fierce battle that to this day is still talked about throughout the stronghold. Although she didn’t win, Agrathia had finally began to garner respect and acknowledgement from others in the stronghold, and seeing as there was no clear winner, Burguk allowed the girl, Gonka gra-Atulslag, to stay in Dushnikh Yal until the day that they next did battle. Though the beginning was rough between the two girls, through the next three years their animosity toward each other turned into a rivalry, which in turn blossomed into a great friendship, wherein Gonka helped Agrathia fit in with the rest of the Orcs so much so that rather than calling her Blood-kin they simply saw her as one of their own flesh and blood. It soon became clear that Agrathia was becoming a force to be reckoned with, and rather than stifle her potential, Burguk offered her a challenge in order to push her to her absolute limit. He told her that if she weren’t able to find a mate or a challenge worthy to have their stories told throughout the ages by her 22nd birthday, then she would have to become his next wife. Rather than feel anxious about such an absurd task, at the age of twelve Agrathia decided it was time that she traveled the land to hone herself, and find exactly what Burguk sought from her. One year after that was when rumors of the one called the “Little Demon” began to circulate around the various Holds in the province. Stories of a girl, clad in the armor of her victims, going around and wreaking havoc for various bandit gangs. Tales of a young girl, facing odds against creatures that even seasoned veterans dared not face. The tales kept on building up until her seventeen year… When the dragons started coming back to life. Agrathia didn’t slay a single dragon throughout the entire crisis, however her actions during the first dragon sighting after Helgen were nothing short of legendary. Agrathia happened to be the first one onto the scene, before both the Dragonborn and the Companion’s Harbinger, and she was able to keep the dragon at bay for an entire thirty minutes without involving anyone else… And while keeping damage to the surrounding land to a minimum. Since then, Agrathia has been utilizing her time in the aim of getting strong enough (in her mind) in order to carry out Chief Burguk’s challenge to her… As well as assisting Gonka on a myriad of assignments throughout the province.
  5. Previous Iterations Current Iteration Name: Aeriniia Elmwind, "Kynareth's Hand" Age: 27 Race: Bosmer/Imperial Sexuality: Bisexual Occupation: Priestess of Kynareth, Eccentric Healer Love Interest(s): ??? Family: Endnalda Elmwind (Mother), Unknown Imperial Soldier (Father) [Whereabouts unknown] Weapon(s): Restoration Magic enhanced through Sensual Dancing/Stretching Background: Born from a passionate tryst in the between her Bosmer mother and the Imperial Soldier who stole her heart for but one night, Aeriniia grew up in Whiterun. Her mother, having been a priestess of Kynareth herself in Cyrodiil, submerged Aeriniia in all things Kynareth until it was driven into her that that she would follow in her mother's footsteps. Although she realized very early that there was no escaping this inevitability, she found being a priestess to be a... suffocating experience. The conformity, the rules, the rigidness, all of it was a lot for the curious little Halfling to come to terms with. Not only that, in spite of her mother constantly insisting that this lifestyle would be a fulfilling one, Aeriniia felt as if there was a hole in her life. That all changed when at the age of seven when a traveling caravan of Khajiit visited the city and performed a show in the city's marketplace. It was nothing like she'd ever seen before. Some Khajiit were displaying their strength and accuracy, other Khajiit were performing acrobatic feats, and others were entertaining the crowd both with song and jests. However there was one among them, a Redguard woman, who caught the Halfling's eye. This performer, Desert Rose, dressed in attire that showed off her nubile assets and displayed the limits her nimble and supple body could go to through dance and rhythmic stretching. Where others jeered in disgust at how brazenly she was dressed or turned away in an attempt to be "polite," Aeriniia was drawn in her eyes never leaving Desert Rose's form until she disappeared from sight after the caravan's performance was over. At first, Aeriniia believed that this was a sign that she was into women. So she tried her hand at dating both men and women alike and seeing if this was what she was missing. However, despite how loving some of her partners were, from both sexes, Aeriniia still felt this insatiable longing in her chest which resulted in all of her relationships failing. It was after her eighth relationship had ended sourly that she realized that it wasn't Desert Rose's appearance that had enthralled her, but it was her performance. It had been seven years since seeing that caravan's performance, but the Halfling remembered everything that Desert Rose had done in its totality. And so, one day after finishing up her duties at the Temple of Kynareth, Aeriniia sneakily left the city and found a patch of trees to the south that she'd be obscured from the main roads and hid there. Once she was sure that she wouldn't, COULDN'T, be seen, she disrobed until she was stark naked. She didn't have anything as revealing or giving as Desert Rose had, so she decided to just try without. After taking a deep breath and calming her racing heart... she danced. Aeriniia danced, and stretched, and danced, and stretched and danced for what felt like an eternity. For her, time slowed as she danced and she could feel every slight shift happening around her. The alteration of the wind's speed or temperature, the moment when sweat was about to expel from her pores, the subtle differences in the dirt below her feet and which places she ought to avoid if she didn't want to injure herself. She wasn't as supple as Desert Rose, but she still replicated the dancer's performance over and over again as best she could until she was finally stopped by her mother who bore down upon her like she was unhinged. Forcibly robing her, her mother brought her back home immediately and gave her the worst tongue lashing she'd ever had. It was some time into her mother's speech that Aeriniia realized that it had gotten very, VERY dark and that she hadn't eaten in quite some time, so she unintentionally asked while her mother was mid-sentence, "That's all well and good, but what's for dinner, mother?" The next thing Aeriniia knew, she was on the ground surrounded by her things and a foreign bag next to her. She looked up and saw her mother both seething and crying at her. "I'll not have a Daedra worshipper for a daughter! ESPECIALLY on of HIS worshippers! I thought I had raised your right, but it turns out that you're your father's daughter after all... Get out of my house, Aeriniia. And never let me see you again!" And then the fourteen year old Half-Bosmer Half-Imperial found herself without a home, without a family, and only with the items she could carry and the teachings of Kynareth. She didn't know what to do so she stayed at the Temple for a time, making sure to avoid her mother whenever possible. However, eventually the priest and priestesses there caught wind of her late evening activities and at the age of sixteen she was expelled from the Temple on the grounds of potentially being a Daedra worshipper. POTENTIALLY. Aeriniia didn't understand how merely dancing and stretching had ANYTHING to do with Daedra worship, but it didn't matter. Seeing that she had nowhere else to go, the Halfling took her talents and began traveling around the province. However, even with all that had happened to her, she didn't stop dancing in the late evenings. How freeing, how cathartic it was for her to let herself be engulfed by her dancing was addicting, and no matter how many times she'd gotten kicked out of an establishment or a town or a city because people found out what she was up to, Aeriniia continued to dance. Then in her nineteenth year, the first of two life changing events happened to her. She had just been kicked out of the Winking Skeever and was traveling the outskirts of town when she found a traveler on the side of the road. He had a deep nasty wound in his abdomen as if he had been attacked by something, but no one was giving him the time of day. Being a priestess and rather adept in Restoration Magic, Aeriniia knelt beside the wounded man and said, "I see you're in trouble kind sir, would it bother you if I assisted you so you could be on your way?" The man, a Nord, looked at her and smiled. " * cough * * cough * Aye lass, it does seem that I'm in quite the predicament. However, it's * cough * better if you don't involve yourself with me. Don't want to dirty your reputation because your aided someone from the * cough * * cough * 'wrong crowd'." Seeing her tilt her head, the Nord continued, "My attire is a dead giveaway, lass. Now * cough * leave me be, lest someone assume you're an acquaintance of mine." Still confused, Aeriniia got to her feet and retrieved a book from her satchel. "I'm sorry, but... Is your attire supposed to mean something to me? I've never come across someone who dressed the way you do." He looked at her wide-eyed. "Well I'll be... Never * cough * thought I'd see the day where someone didn't recognize the attire of a Thieves' Guild member. Times must be harder for me than I'd thought... I've got to let Mercer know about this... * cough * * cough * " "Ah! So you're a thief." He nodded. "Indeed, lass. Now you understand why * cough * everyone's acting as if I don't exist. They'd rather I die out here than cause a scene in a city. They think me lesser than them, and to be honest? I really don't give a damn, lass. However... I would be something of a * cough * heartbreak * cough * to die out here alone..." Aeriniia gave him her hand and said, "What if I can heal you? Would you still be up to dying out here? Alone? With no one beside you?" "Ha! No offense lass, but what I've got... * cough * This wound... If you're not a master in Restoration... You're just wasting both our time." The thief leaned back and tried to get as comfortable as he could. "Now go, before a guard finds you." "Kynareth's blessings extend to both the righteous and the unruly alike. I may not be the master that you claim to need, but I'd rather drink Skeever piss than see someone dying and not help them." Seeing that she wouldn't relent, the thief allowed her to heal him, and although her skills were near the expert level when it came to Restoration, they were a far cry from what was needed to heal him. Multiple times while she was healing him, she felt like she was on the precipice of doing it, but something was holding her back... SHE was holding herself back. Her doubt, her worries that her mother was right, her living and financial situations, there was too much on her mind besides the task at hand and she had no way to free up the headspace that she needed... Except... Maintaining her concentration on healing the thief, Aeriniia disrobed, much to the surprise of the Nord, and then suddenly began dancing. She began to feel the noise in her head dissipate as she let the rhythm in her soul consume her; however she also realized that she was going to lose the thief if she did this as normal. So after a short reset, Aeriniia resumed dancing while keeping the thief as her one and only focal point. The main driving force behind this dance was to heal him of any and everything that was ailing him, and before she knew what was happening, Aeriniia was doing dances and stretches the likes that she'd never done before... the like of which she never knew she COULD do. Even with the Nord as her focal point, eventually she was consumed by her dancing until a stern but gentle force on both of her shoulders stopped her in her tracks. "I don't know what it was that you did, lass. But Divines, if you aren't a blessing. However..." He motioned behind him, and Aeriniia noticed that quite the crowd had gathered. "...You MIGHT want to put on something to cover your delicates, before you make the 'wrong' type of people unseasonably warm." After helping her dress and escape the crowd, the thief took Aeriniia far southwest from Solitude's gate and stopped once the pair reached a fork in the road. "I'm going back to Riften. You're welcome to join me if you'd like. However, I think it'll be quite some time before 'little Kyne' can return to Solitude." "My name is Aeriniia! Aeriniia Elmwind. And if going with you to Riften means that you'll put me up for a time," She extended her hand out to him. "Then I'll gladly accept, Mister..." "The name's Brynjolf, lass. Heh, I can ALREADY tell that Tonilla and Vex are gonna love you." From that point on, Aeriniia continued to travel across Skyrim while using the Theives' Guild as a place she could call home. While doing so she gained a ridiculous amount of notoriety due to her unconventional methods of healing people and her imparting the teachings of Kynareth to everyone she came across. Many accounts from people who encountered her have said some variation of, "Hearing her teachings and seeing her at work, it felt as if I had been touched by Kynareth," and thus the legend of the "Eccentric Healer" known as Kynareth's Hand was born. As for the second major event that happened to her that was life changing... You'll have to ask her to find out.
  6. Previous Iterations Current Iteration Name: Aelfna the Azure Mage Age: 19 Race: Redguard/Breton Sexuality: ??? Occupation: Member of the Dawnguard, Former Temporary Leader of the Shadowswords, Former Student of the College of Winterhold Love Interest(s): ??? (possibly Liri) Family: Kayeif (Father) [deceased], Angien Amedd (Mother) Weapon(s): Destruction Magic with a specialization in Flame spells, Alteration Magic, Restoration Magic, Crossbow with Silver Bolts Backstory: Aelfna was never like most other people. Money, fame, glory, fortune, knowledge, strength… None of those ever mattered to the Whiterun born girl. From the first time she had realized what attraction was, this girl’s sole drive in life was pleasure… but not physical pleasure. Rather she enjoyed the mental pleasure of teasing her peers and feeling… wanted. Desired. From going around wearing her skirts a bit too short to wearing skimpier and skimpier outfits, seeing the lustful looks in the males her age gave her such a thrill. This was helped by the fact that two boys from rivaling families, Jon Battle-Born and Avulstein Gray-Mane, privately fought daily for her attention and giving them a bit of service wasn’t out of the question so long as the Halfling got a thrill out of doing so. Continuing this way of living for years felt like a blessing to Aelfna, as she didn’t have many worries, and anything she wanted she was able to get with but a word. She thought that she’d be able to keep this up and enjoy life to the fullest, but it wasn’t meant to be. Fed up with her flippant and provocative lifestyle, when she turned fifteen her parents gave her an ultimatum: either to pick up the sword and follow in her father’s footsteps or plunge herself into the world of magic like her mother before her. Aelfna didn’t want to do either, but decided that if those were the only two options afforded to her then she might as well choose the path that wouldn’t mess up her figure… And so she set off for the College of Winterhold. When she got to the College there was a test she had to pass. Not being magically inclined at all, Aelfna believed she was simply going to fail, and then instead of going back to Whiterun, she planned on instead heading south to Riften. It was a major city that was rather lax when it came to the law and certain… “proclivities,” which was just up Aelfna’s alley. So the Halfling tried her hardest to bomb the test, which for her consisted of casting a Fire Rune, however to both her and the instructor’s surprise not only did she indeed cast a Fire Rune, Aelfna had cast the most perfect Fire Rune that the instructor had ever seen. Seeing as this wasn’t going the way she’d imagined, Aelfna tried to explain over and over again that this was just a fluke. However, the instructor, an Altmer by the name of Faralda, wanted to hear nothing of it and immediately enrolled Aelfna into the College. Not only that, she enrolled Aelfna into a variety of advanced classes. Thinking that bombing the classes would be her out so she could enjoy a life of freedom, Aelfna purposely tried to fail every single task put before her. However, try and try as she might, the girl had a penchant for magic and in her attempts to fail, she kept exceeding her instructors’ expectations; even going so far as to defeat the Master Destruction Mage at the time in a duel. Following the duel, there were rumors circulating that Aelfna would try to go after the Arch-Mage next, but she knew what that REALLY entailed. Before getting to Arch-Mage Savos Aren, Aelfna would have to go through Nyleine Soul-Crusher the Best Conjurer the College had, Jylisen Aurelamont the most well rounded mage that the College had produced in quite some time, and the peer that Aelfna idolized ESPECIALLY with how she currently carried herself, Liri also known as The Red Witch. Aelfna was stressed enough with trying to, albeit failing, get kicked out of the College and NOW people wanted her to become its leader? She wanted no part of this! Luckily for her, a week after the rumor’s began Liri left from the College and as to not seem like she was following in Liri’s footsteps, used that precedent to leave exit from the college three months later and headed south toward Riften which is something she should have done over sixteen months ago. As soon as she got to Riften, she met up with a band of ruffians that wanted to do… undesirable things to her. In her youth this was something she’d realized could be a possible result of all her promiscuous actions. However, she didn’t want anything that they were offering her, but when she needed her magic the most… Aelfna froze up. The ruffians circled around her and were about to have their way with the Halfling, when suddenly a blast of sparks sent them flying and scurrying away. When she looked at her saviors she saw what looked to be a ragtag a group of mercenaries lead by the strongest looking man she’s ever laid eyes on, and a familiar looking woman clad in naught with fiery red hair and looks Aelfna could only hope to aspire to achieve. Stricken with awe from their prowess, from that moment on Aelfna knew what she was going to do, she joined up with the mercenaries and soon became one of the best battle mages in all of the Rift. Years later, having gained quite a bit of gold with the Shadowswords over the course of the war (with ever changing allegiances), Aelfna rose through the ranks of the band of mercenaries and eventually took over the position that had yet to be filled by anyone since Liri’s, the Shadowswords ‘s Second-in-Command, random disappearance many moons ago. Liri had shown Aelfna the path that the Halfling had been wishing for, both in combat and in life, and Aelfna made it her business to would return Liri’s graciousness to her and their band of mercenaries tenfold. Respected by both her comrades and the citizens of Riften alike, Aelfna soon found herself mimicking her idol more and more, and her attire and combat skills began to reflect it. Showing more skin, utilizing shock based magic more, soon those who didn’t know any better began calling her the second coming of the Red Witch. The more she heard that, the more she strived to do her very best to completely fill the void created by Liri’s absence… That is, until she finally got a lead. One day some adventurers came through with talk about a nude woman walking the streets of Solitude in broad daylight! Aelfna knew that it could ONLY be Liri, and she started gathering her things to go search for the TRUE Red Witch… But as she was getting ready to depart, Jensgr, the Leader of the Shadowswords, suddenly went missing. With both Jensgr and Liri missing, Aelfna knew that if she left as well that would mean the end for the Shadowswords… And so for a time she dropped everything, turned around, and got right to work… as the Leader of the Shadowswords. However, once the vampire crisis struck Riften, feeling that she could do more good working with another organization, Aelfna disbanded the Shadowswords and left to join up with the Dawnguard at the behest of its leader, Isran.
  7. The Story of the Red WitchChapter Thirty Three: Double Dipping
  8. Thanks for your critique as always The sweetroll was actually a mod on the nexus that I had found some time ago, but the tears... That was 100% Photoshop XD As for Silas's face, I don't believe I've modified it as of yet. When you see the change you should notice a bunch of other things that have changed with my characters/game as well which WAS part of the reason it took me so long to initially post these to tumblr in the first place... 😕 Innis : « Uh... Thanks? It's one of my Clan's traditional attires. My ancestors were... more lewd than you'd imagine, at least when it came to the women of my clan. When everything dies down, I'll see if I can get you an outfit. ^_^ »
  9. The Story of the Red WitchChapter Thirty One: Harmony Notes:
  10. I have two questions for you, if you don't mind me asking.


    Would you mind sharing your SSAO settings? And do you happen to use any interior lighting mods like ELFX or Realistic Lighting Overhaul?


    Love your pictures and can't wait to see more :3

    1. nezumikozo


      i did not hange anything regarding SSAO so i dont know where to look for it.


      For lightning mod i use ELFX - https://www.nexusmods.com/skyrim/mods/27043



    2. blazingsai


      ah, so i'm guessing most of your changes are to the environmental settings.

      anyway, thanks so much! :D

  11. Trace Chapter Twenty: Dejection Sup ya'll it's been a while Since I'm a goober who likes to procrastinate ESPECIALLY when I'm near the end of a project, it's probably for the best if you all (my readers) re read a few chapters or something so you can remember wtf's happening. (I say this but I MIGHT just do a recap of sorts later in the week if things don't get a bit too hectic over here.) Hope you all enjoy the entry. Previous Chapter: https://www.loverslab.com/blogs/entry/4899-trace-chapter-nineteen-divulging-part-two/ Next Chapter: Story
  12. UUNP with Janebody sliders. you can find this on LL but you should follow the instructions in the comments to get it to work right.
  13. WARNING: Contains futa
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