Synopsis
A Bosmer fighter-rogue from Cyrodiil and reluctant Dragonborn
Description
As a fighter, she has a strong build for powerful, rapid movement with her twin medium blades. Strong shoulders, sturdy torso, well-muscled legs and arms, as well as calloused hands, a smattering of scars on her dun-colored skin, and a bent-kneed stance that keeps her ready for anything. Her fighting style is quick and wild. She'll swing wide and hard, two rapid strikes and straight on into the next flurry of blows, pivoting, twisting, and spinning her way around and between targets. She's better at avoiding blows than catching them, and wears lighter armor to keep her movement unrestricted. In this frozen north, though, her form is bound slightly tighter with layers of cotton and wool to fend off the foreign chill.
Aesthetically, she is not hard on the eyes. She keeps her short, dark hair loose and unbound (mostly out of a bid for warmth these days; snow is COLD!) and sees little need to comb the unruly mass of fine curls. Her large, dark elven eyes are often narrowed in suspicion or annoyance, making the deep hazel difficult to discern from her dark sclera. She has the angular elven features, with a small nose and full lips - which she knows how to use. She's fully aware of her body's abilities, and its lures, and she's happy to employ either.
Personality
Born and bred on the streets of Anvil in Cyrodiil, Thessaly still carries the mark of her upbringing. She speaks with an urchin's cant and no small amount of sass. She's always on guard, and plays close to the vest. Though she enjoys a sort of societal anonymity, she also enjoys certain other... social encounters. She's not one for lasting romantic relationships, and the longest partnerships she maintained were with her fellow street urchins from Cyrodiil, all of whom she's lost in the past year.
A pack animal at heart, Thessaly is more comfortable in a small group than alone, and subconsciously seeks these out.
Equipment / Abilities
Skills:
-Dual Wielding (advanced)
-Armor patching (proficient)
-Lock picking (proficient but rusty)
-Pickpocket (proficient but rusty)
Magic:
-Minor fire
-Moderate healing
-Light spell
-Bosmer's natural ability to call and calm animals (has to sing to use it; refuses)
-Dragon Shouts
- Fus Ro Dah (Unrelenting Force)
- Wuld (Whirlwind Sprint)
- Kaan (Kyne's Peace)
Carried weapons:-Twin scimitars
-Belt dagger
-Hidden dagger (lower back under travel bag)
Wearing:
-Patched leather armor layered with fur
-Complete with shin-high supple leather boots and leather/fur bracers
-Layers of wool and cotton clothing
Other equipment:
-Silver-gilt long knife
-Armor repair kit with needle, gut, and leather scraps, and leather-care tools
-Thief's toolkit
-Several pounds of travel food (apples, bread and cheese, also a salt pouch)
-Skein of water
-Flask of whatever booze happens to be around
-Extra set of clothes
-Arwen's whetstone
-Coin purse
-Hidden pockets sewn into the side hide jewels and rolls of coins
-Roll of sleeping furs and blanket
-Oiled map of Skyrim from the Greybeards
History
Born to a Bosmer woman who spent more time looking for her next man than caring for her child, Thessaly grew up in the warrens of Anvil, among orphans and other cast-offs of the city. The children taught each other how to survive on the streets, and looked after one another. With a little aptitude for magic, Thessaly was valued among the urchins. She could take care of scrapes without the need of a surgeon, and eventually learned how to pick locks and pockets with the best of them. Whenever the urchins were in real trouble, though, they went to the lower city temple of the divines. A kindly priest there would look after them, provide them safe haven, and sometimes something to eat. He would even tell them stories of the gods, which Thessaly grew to love - especially the ones about Talos, the man who became a god.
When the White Gold Concordat was struck, the streets became far more dangerous, especially for a Bosmer girl in the relentless path of the Thalmor. Thessaly was an adolescent when the Thalmor raided the lower city temple and made an example of the kindly priest before a crowded street. He would not renounce Talos for the bloodthirsty elves, and they made him pay for it. From that day forward, Thessaly knew that to stand out meant punishment, and she did her best to hide. Even that did not last. The Thalmor were determined not only to eliminate Talos from the hearts of the Cyrodiilan people, but to debase their old foes as well. When too many urchins were coming to Thessaly to heal the marks of Thalmor 'justice', they formed a plan to leave the city and flee persecution. On the night that she left, Thessaly thought she saw her own mother being dragged into the streets by a golden-armored elf. She did not look back.
They traveled north and east, as far from the Summer Isles as they could get. Along the way, Thessaly and her pack learned new lessons about surviving outside the city. They got lucky and made a good impression on a band of highway men, and joined their ranks. Thessaly found she had a fondness for light swords, specifically for the two-blade style one of the Dunmer men favored. Thessaly learned many things in that band; not just about fighting, but about love and herself. But the good times were not to last. The Thalmor and their Imperial allies continued to spread across the continent, and Thessaly and the others were once again swept up in the crossfire. Thessaly soon finds herself in company of some less than savory survivors who have heard of another organization they might join in Bruma - one who will hire those willing to shed a little blood. Unwilling to go off on her own, Thessaly follows them, only to find that the Thalmor have already overtaken the city. One by one, Thessaly's companions are struck down, until only she remains. Utilizing every skill and trick she has at her disposal, Thessaly manages to briefly best the Thalmor Justiciar standing between her and an escape route, leaving him with the scar of their encounter and a burning hatred for the dual-wielding Bosmer girl.
-Entering Skyrim-
Alone for the first time in her life, Thessaly runs north and doesn't stop until she has reached the Skyrim border, where she has the bad luck to run into a border patrol who mistakes her for a Stormcloak scout. With no one to watch her back or vouch for her, Thessaly is trussed up and hauled with the other Stormcloaks to Helgen, where the historical return of the dragons occurs. With the help of an Imperial soldier named Hadvar, Thessaly makes it out of Helgen alive and the two make their way to Riverwood to recover. After letting Hadvar know her deep appreciation for his aid, Thessaly leaves and continues north, seeking more familiar city ground. She unexpectedly finds her place among the Companions at Jorrvaskr, and even more unexpectedly comes to find that she is some kind of prophetic hero called the Dragonborn. It's everything she never wanted, and for a long while, Thessaly ignores the call of the Greybeards, choosing instead to remain with the Companions, enjoying the lively camaraderie and the sense of security one has in a pack. The first hints of ruin are when she finds out how literal of a 'pack' the innermost Companions happen to be. But when Thessaly drunkenly sleeps with Vilkas, when she has been flirting repeatedly with Farkas, she figures now is as good a time as any to go see what the Greybeards want, and steals off without a word.
A few days' travel sees her to the base of the Throat of the World, where she meets an exuberant young Breton mage....
Extra
Trivia:-Is suspicious of potions and won't drink them.
-Secretly illiterate.
-The thief's toolkit she crafted herself with the aid of a reluctant Adrianne of Whiterun
Favorite quotes:
"Damn bloody goat-fucking sons of nords! Who in the seven hells puts this many traps in one room?!"
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