Post by immorta on Jun 26, 2009 11:22:28 GMT -5
Name: Veronika Darksky
Age: 114
Race: Imperial
Class: Rogue
Birthsign: The Lady
Hair: Black
Eyes: Brown, Yellow(Werewolf)
Guild/Faction: The BloodPack
Appearance: Charming and seductive, Veronika was irresistible to most men. She enjoyed using her wiles to manipulate others to do her bidding. This drive for power over others led Veronika to feel anxious when she didn't feel she had control of a situation, as with her relationship with Kraven. Veronika was considered a highly attractive, beautiful woman, even by members of other Races, such as Orcs. Though of average height, Veronika had striking features, including thick, black hair, tanned skin, and captivating brown eyes.
When she transforms into a Werewolf, her fur color turns usually black and dark, reflecting her dark personnality.
Armor/Clothes: Veronika does not wear overly fancy clothing, for reasons that are obvious. She wears tattered and ripped outfits due to her Lycanthropy, she cannot stop her change during the night, so she wears anything.
Personality: As a child, Veronika Darksky was likely a very caring, compassionate individual, but her parents overly protective attitude. While her apprenticeship under Kenst Dawn allowed her to at least partially recover, his death caused her to spiral into darkness.
Left vengeful and angry, Veronika developed into a vicious rogue. Taking over her native lands in a flurry of bloodshed and left with no further enemies to slake her bloodlust, Veronika focused her hatred outward, coming to blame the Nords to the point of obsession for abandoning her master.
Recruited by Kraven, Veronika became a leading member of the BloodPack and embarked on a vicious killing spree against the humans as a Lycan commander during the Oblivion crisis. Dark, brooding, stoic and gloomy, Veronika has been described as a "Goth". She is usually bored by whatever situation she is in, and takes little interest in anything around her. Her "aura" is described by Ulalia as "dingy and gray". It is heavily implied that this is due to her controlled upbringing by her politically-motivated parents. Her apparent disinterest in anything enjoyable tends to irritate others, such as when Kraven describes her as "voidfull". Despite her extroverted personality, Veronika kept her true feelings closely guarded. She was reluctant to fully express her true feelings towards Kraven, and kept the early, painful details of her life secret from most of her peers. However, it appears that her relationship with Kraven tends to bring out her more passionate traits.
Likes: Hunting/killing, howling, commiting acts of crime and eating.
Dislikes: Man, mer, Werewolf slayers, silver, overly loud people, authority.
Favorite Food: Venison, human and mer meat.
Favorite Drink: Blood, water.
Weapons: Claws, Teeth, strenght, mind, her looks.
Powers/Magicka: Shape-shifting, Werewolf`s hunter sight. Blood Frenzy, Speed. Veronika also used throwing knives and uses daggers. She was not at loss for her swords or bows and arrows.
Friends: Esmerelda, Perdita, Aramantha, Jerusha, Ulalia, Theophania, Chupa(Chew-PA), LightHammer, Snowman, Reinheartd.
Love Interest: Kraven
Family: Her mother Lilia & Father died in a battle alongside the Nords.
Residence: In Cyrodiil, she travels constantly, hunting and feeding. Veronika travels around, mainly on the Valus Mountains and Colovian Highlands. Rarely does she ever go to th west weald or Gold coast, however she does travel there when food is scarce. The BloodPack did construct a large den, hidden under the snow in the Jeral Mountains. A large hideout from Werewolf hunters and other pesky things. When not around hunting or talking to people during the day, she stays in her den sleeping or feeding upon leftovers.
History: Veronika was born in Skyrim, in the wealthy city of Solitude. Veronika was a rich only child who got everything she wanted, as long as she behaved. Veronika did not speak unless spoken to. Her mother said she had to keep out of trouble constantly, she had her dads political career to think about. Veronika was enrolled in the college of Solitude, studying magic and Destruction spells. In college she was made fun of solely because of her father`s political career and how he failed in the job, and her acts of rebellion. Veronika became rebellious after her parents kept stressing for her to stay out of trouble when she does not even think of getting into a mess. In school, she got into fights, knocking a nord girl unconscious. And Hitting a teacher in the face for failing her in target practice. Veronika had a pugnacious attitude, always up for a fight and a good brawl. Usually she always finished the fight but she was well known to start them, these negative and hostile behaviors led to Veronika being suspended from her college and was the laughing stock of the town.
Her parents convinced she brought shame to the family sough to disown her, they sent her away to her Aunt First Seedryi`s house, where lived in a small shack outside of town, in the cold winter of Skyrim. Veronika was made a maid, cleaning the house and cooking hot meals for Jensen and First Seedryi, also their son, Christophen. She was frowned upon because of what she did. Veronika`s parents never sent any letters. They ended sever all attachments from her. Veronika was beyond help in her parents point of perspective. Months after this, at the age of 16 she ran away to live the free life, no politics, no rules and no authority. Hanging out around pubs and bars, fighting and getting drunk and partying with bad Nordic influences, taking residence on her best friends house. Veronika vandalized homes and territories, trashing areas and stealing, wasting her stolen gold on Skooma, which brought a good bounty on her head. Veronika returned to Solitude and snuck in her parent`s house, stealing all the gold and everything of value, even clothes. After that she snuck in a stable and stole a black horse and attempted to leave Skyrim. The escape plan failed when she was caught taking a nap on an abandoned wooden house.
The guards followed her tracks there. Veronika was unable to pay her fines. Veronika put up a fight, beating a guard senseless and killing the other one by accident with her fatal fire blast. After she was subdued she was taken to the local jail and sentenced nineteen years. During those years locked up in a cold, damp cell, Veronika harassed the guards and tried to seduce them into letting her free, which usually ended badly. Veronika started to think her parents abandoned her, until eleven years in prison passed, her parents came and bailed her out. Lilia tried t bring her daughter back, but she refused and left without ever thanking them. Heartbroken and angry, her father sent her to the Nord fighter`s camp, sending guards after her. If she was going to be rebellious and ungreatful, then suffering was going to be her teacher. There she trained harshly and was punished harshly by her Nord commanding officer, day by day, training in the cold weather, only to eat moldy and frozen bread and drink cold water. Two years later, after she became a soldier, her father was killed in a Bandit ambush on his assigned fort. Angered, Veronika snuck away from the camp, running off into the freezing cold woods.
Alone and afraid. For the first time, she truly felt alone and abandoned. Veronika did not want to see her mother again, so she planned to escape to Hammerfell and get a passage to sea, and hopefully go to SummerSet isle. On one cold and dark night, Veronika was camping out for the night and continue her travels in the morning. Cooking Boar meat and Venison, she heated it and ate it, filling herself up. Unfortenetly, the wind carried on the scent, luring in a Werewolf. The Werewolf followed the scent and attacked Veronika. No where to run and holding no good weapons but a few daggers, she stood her ground. The Werewolf jumped on her and bit her in the neck and thrashed her about, ripping her skin to shreds and slashing her back and face. Veronika was able to stab the beast in the eye and shock its brain with an eletricity spell. Veronika collapsed and froze to death in the cold night in Skyrim.
Early in the afternoon three days later, Veronika woke up, her body was bruised and blue, her lips chapped and cracked. Bags under her eyes, she was truly a mess. Animals began eating away at her. The hunger began to grow, she built an unnatural hunger for meat. The day was still young and hunting was good for anytime. The scent of fresh meat was invading her nostrils, her mouth began to water. Following the scent, she was close. A small barn came to view, sheeps where inside, grazing on hay and grass harvested for winter. Veronika ran inside and attacked each one, tearing them apart and satisying herself on mutton. Hearing the bleats and distress calls of the goats and sheeps, the farmer walked out and found her with a bloodied face and her chewing on a leg. The farmer, frightened by the horrific scene that was happening before him, pulled out a crossbow and fired at her. Veronika broke the wooden wall and ran out to hide. Her injuries quickly healed, faster than usual. Instead of despising what she did she actually enjoyed it. Veronika was certain it was the bite of the Werewolf. Later that day she slept in the woods, making a small den for herself, she slept until it was dusk.
The moons rose and night fell upon Skyrim. Veronika felt her body changing, breaking apart. Her mouth grew forth and her nails dropped, being replaced by horrific claws. Her teeth changed into fangs and razor sharp canines. The pain was excruciating, but brief. Fur grew out from her back and covered her legs and entire body. Veronika changed into something else, an entirely new fearsome creature of the night..a hound, a hunter of the night..A Werewolf. Black fur coating heated her from the cold winds, she quickly adapted. Still posessing her thoughts and consciousness, she began her first hunt as a fully blown Werewolf. That night, something called to her, a strange voice. It called her hound and called itself Hercine. The Deadric lord of the Hunt. He promised her rewards when the task was completed to the letter. But that night she was free to enjoy her first night as a beast. Veronika stalked a small group of travelers, mounted on their horses, with them, three children. Veronika ambushed them and jumped into the air and descended upon them, feeding and eating away, indulging in her hunger. Her first kills that night made her happy, mirthful and elated, she looked upon the moon and let out a proud and bone chilling howl that echoes throughout the area, miles and miles away. Other Werewolves in the area heard her and responded loudly, howling back.
The villagers where now ever more frightened. In Hercine`s will, Veronika did his bidding, everynight she raided villages alone, wiping out farmers, women and children, leaving bloodshed and massacre everywhere she stepped and stuck her snout. Leaving the snow red in color, painting it with blood. Her savagry brought about Werewolf Hunter`s. Veronika now faced more enemies than before. Not only did she face the beast hunter`s she faced the beast themselves. Her amateur killings brought in the hunters, endangering nearby Werewolves.
During that time, accroding to Nordic custom and tradition. The young men go out for weeks into the high peaks in the dead of winter, hunting the ice wraiths that give them claim to full status as citizens (a laudable practice that could serve as a model for the more "civilized" regions of the Empire). Veronika used that to her advantage, instead of making full attacks on villages she lured the young men out into the night, thus killing them.
Veronika migrated towards the south, keeping away from the hunters. During those days, Hercine sent Veronika to hunt down and kill the Witches of Glenmoril Wyrd. They are the known few that have cures for Lycanthropy or Sanies Lupinus. Veronika infiltrated the cave, slaughtering the Witches and ending their pathetic cure. So she thought. Hercine called off the hunt when Melisande and few other Witches escaped. Veronika went back to her original hunting grounds. Veronika payed her mother a visit years later to only find out she was dying of disease. Veronika smiled upon her mother and asked for forgiveness. Her mother smiled and responded. "I have always forgiven you". Veronika cried a little and told her mom what happened the past years. The new life she lived. Lilia was saddened but did not hold any grudge against her dLast Seedhter. She simply told her everything was going to be alright. Veronika disagreed, nothing would be alright until her mother was was alright. Bad news came when Veronika discovered there was no cure for her disease, the only hope was the coven witches..the ones that where killed during a recent animal attack. The choice came to give her mother immortality, she asked her mother and she refused. Veronika felt sorrow but respected her mothers wished. If she rather die a peaceful death in her sleep than live forever eating and feeding on innocents then so be it. Veronika would not be selfish, she loved the life of a hunter, she could not blame her mother for shunning it. Days later, Lilia died in her sleep. Veronika was now an orphan, having no father and no mother. Living with her aunt was no even though as an option. Veronika was now alone in Tamriel.
During her journey on the borders of Skyrim, she stalking a small village, When she attacked she met with another person, a young man named Kraven. Like her, he was a Werewolf, also bitten. Kraven saw her alone and without a family, so he recruited her to his newly made pack of wolves, named basically the BloodPack. Veronika gladly joined them. Kraven was on a skirmish quest, a attack on a nearby castle owned by a wealthy noble man, that night was his wedding night. Kraven and the pack invaded the castle, runing the party and feeding. Veronika witnessed Kraven toss the man out the window, presumably his own father. The cause for such an act was unkown to her but she knew he was grieved to do it. The castle was torched and burned down. Kraven spoke to no one that night and he was silenced throught the day. That moment was when Veronika got close to him. After the smal quest, the pack moved to moved to Cyrodiil, luring the Werewolf hunters away from their original attack locations. In Cyrodiil the BloodPack remained hidden, during the day they where known as common people, at night, vicious bloodthirsty carnivorous wolves. Veronika developed a strong feeling for Kraven and eventually fell in love. Kraven fell in love with her and made her the leader of the pack. They worked for Daedric Lord, Hercine, doing as he wished when he wished it, thus making them more powerful and giving them many rewards for their unbreakable loyalty. In Morrowind, Veronika joined the rather bloodthirsy and powerhungry group of vampires. However she went to Morrowind for her own secret reasons.
Age: 114
Race: Imperial
Class: Rogue
Birthsign: The Lady
Hair: Black
Eyes: Brown, Yellow(Werewolf)
Guild/Faction: The BloodPack
Appearance: Charming and seductive, Veronika was irresistible to most men. She enjoyed using her wiles to manipulate others to do her bidding. This drive for power over others led Veronika to feel anxious when she didn't feel she had control of a situation, as with her relationship with Kraven. Veronika was considered a highly attractive, beautiful woman, even by members of other Races, such as Orcs. Though of average height, Veronika had striking features, including thick, black hair, tanned skin, and captivating brown eyes.
When she transforms into a Werewolf, her fur color turns usually black and dark, reflecting her dark personnality.
Armor/Clothes: Veronika does not wear overly fancy clothing, for reasons that are obvious. She wears tattered and ripped outfits due to her Lycanthropy, she cannot stop her change during the night, so she wears anything.
Personality: As a child, Veronika Darksky was likely a very caring, compassionate individual, but her parents overly protective attitude. While her apprenticeship under Kenst Dawn allowed her to at least partially recover, his death caused her to spiral into darkness.
Left vengeful and angry, Veronika developed into a vicious rogue. Taking over her native lands in a flurry of bloodshed and left with no further enemies to slake her bloodlust, Veronika focused her hatred outward, coming to blame the Nords to the point of obsession for abandoning her master.
Recruited by Kraven, Veronika became a leading member of the BloodPack and embarked on a vicious killing spree against the humans as a Lycan commander during the Oblivion crisis. Dark, brooding, stoic and gloomy, Veronika has been described as a "Goth". She is usually bored by whatever situation she is in, and takes little interest in anything around her. Her "aura" is described by Ulalia as "dingy and gray". It is heavily implied that this is due to her controlled upbringing by her politically-motivated parents. Her apparent disinterest in anything enjoyable tends to irritate others, such as when Kraven describes her as "voidfull". Despite her extroverted personality, Veronika kept her true feelings closely guarded. She was reluctant to fully express her true feelings towards Kraven, and kept the early, painful details of her life secret from most of her peers. However, it appears that her relationship with Kraven tends to bring out her more passionate traits.
Likes: Hunting/killing, howling, commiting acts of crime and eating.
Dislikes: Man, mer, Werewolf slayers, silver, overly loud people, authority.
Favorite Food: Venison, human and mer meat.
Favorite Drink: Blood, water.
Weapons: Claws, Teeth, strenght, mind, her looks.
Powers/Magicka: Shape-shifting, Werewolf`s hunter sight. Blood Frenzy, Speed. Veronika also used throwing knives and uses daggers. She was not at loss for her swords or bows and arrows.
Friends: Esmerelda, Perdita, Aramantha, Jerusha, Ulalia, Theophania, Chupa(Chew-PA), LightHammer, Snowman, Reinheartd.
Love Interest: Kraven
Family: Her mother Lilia & Father died in a battle alongside the Nords.
Residence: In Cyrodiil, she travels constantly, hunting and feeding. Veronika travels around, mainly on the Valus Mountains and Colovian Highlands. Rarely does she ever go to th west weald or Gold coast, however she does travel there when food is scarce. The BloodPack did construct a large den, hidden under the snow in the Jeral Mountains. A large hideout from Werewolf hunters and other pesky things. When not around hunting or talking to people during the day, she stays in her den sleeping or feeding upon leftovers.
History: Veronika was born in Skyrim, in the wealthy city of Solitude. Veronika was a rich only child who got everything she wanted, as long as she behaved. Veronika did not speak unless spoken to. Her mother said she had to keep out of trouble constantly, she had her dads political career to think about. Veronika was enrolled in the college of Solitude, studying magic and Destruction spells. In college she was made fun of solely because of her father`s political career and how he failed in the job, and her acts of rebellion. Veronika became rebellious after her parents kept stressing for her to stay out of trouble when she does not even think of getting into a mess. In school, she got into fights, knocking a nord girl unconscious. And Hitting a teacher in the face for failing her in target practice. Veronika had a pugnacious attitude, always up for a fight and a good brawl. Usually she always finished the fight but she was well known to start them, these negative and hostile behaviors led to Veronika being suspended from her college and was the laughing stock of the town.
Her parents convinced she brought shame to the family sough to disown her, they sent her away to her Aunt First Seedryi`s house, where lived in a small shack outside of town, in the cold winter of Skyrim. Veronika was made a maid, cleaning the house and cooking hot meals for Jensen and First Seedryi, also their son, Christophen. She was frowned upon because of what she did. Veronika`s parents never sent any letters. They ended sever all attachments from her. Veronika was beyond help in her parents point of perspective. Months after this, at the age of 16 she ran away to live the free life, no politics, no rules and no authority. Hanging out around pubs and bars, fighting and getting drunk and partying with bad Nordic influences, taking residence on her best friends house. Veronika vandalized homes and territories, trashing areas and stealing, wasting her stolen gold on Skooma, which brought a good bounty on her head. Veronika returned to Solitude and snuck in her parent`s house, stealing all the gold and everything of value, even clothes. After that she snuck in a stable and stole a black horse and attempted to leave Skyrim. The escape plan failed when she was caught taking a nap on an abandoned wooden house.
The guards followed her tracks there. Veronika was unable to pay her fines. Veronika put up a fight, beating a guard senseless and killing the other one by accident with her fatal fire blast. After she was subdued she was taken to the local jail and sentenced nineteen years. During those years locked up in a cold, damp cell, Veronika harassed the guards and tried to seduce them into letting her free, which usually ended badly. Veronika started to think her parents abandoned her, until eleven years in prison passed, her parents came and bailed her out. Lilia tried t bring her daughter back, but she refused and left without ever thanking them. Heartbroken and angry, her father sent her to the Nord fighter`s camp, sending guards after her. If she was going to be rebellious and ungreatful, then suffering was going to be her teacher. There she trained harshly and was punished harshly by her Nord commanding officer, day by day, training in the cold weather, only to eat moldy and frozen bread and drink cold water. Two years later, after she became a soldier, her father was killed in a Bandit ambush on his assigned fort. Angered, Veronika snuck away from the camp, running off into the freezing cold woods.
Alone and afraid. For the first time, she truly felt alone and abandoned. Veronika did not want to see her mother again, so she planned to escape to Hammerfell and get a passage to sea, and hopefully go to SummerSet isle. On one cold and dark night, Veronika was camping out for the night and continue her travels in the morning. Cooking Boar meat and Venison, she heated it and ate it, filling herself up. Unfortenetly, the wind carried on the scent, luring in a Werewolf. The Werewolf followed the scent and attacked Veronika. No where to run and holding no good weapons but a few daggers, she stood her ground. The Werewolf jumped on her and bit her in the neck and thrashed her about, ripping her skin to shreds and slashing her back and face. Veronika was able to stab the beast in the eye and shock its brain with an eletricity spell. Veronika collapsed and froze to death in the cold night in Skyrim.
Early in the afternoon three days later, Veronika woke up, her body was bruised and blue, her lips chapped and cracked. Bags under her eyes, she was truly a mess. Animals began eating away at her. The hunger began to grow, she built an unnatural hunger for meat. The day was still young and hunting was good for anytime. The scent of fresh meat was invading her nostrils, her mouth began to water. Following the scent, she was close. A small barn came to view, sheeps where inside, grazing on hay and grass harvested for winter. Veronika ran inside and attacked each one, tearing them apart and satisying herself on mutton. Hearing the bleats and distress calls of the goats and sheeps, the farmer walked out and found her with a bloodied face and her chewing on a leg. The farmer, frightened by the horrific scene that was happening before him, pulled out a crossbow and fired at her. Veronika broke the wooden wall and ran out to hide. Her injuries quickly healed, faster than usual. Instead of despising what she did she actually enjoyed it. Veronika was certain it was the bite of the Werewolf. Later that day she slept in the woods, making a small den for herself, she slept until it was dusk.
The moons rose and night fell upon Skyrim. Veronika felt her body changing, breaking apart. Her mouth grew forth and her nails dropped, being replaced by horrific claws. Her teeth changed into fangs and razor sharp canines. The pain was excruciating, but brief. Fur grew out from her back and covered her legs and entire body. Veronika changed into something else, an entirely new fearsome creature of the night..a hound, a hunter of the night..A Werewolf. Black fur coating heated her from the cold winds, she quickly adapted. Still posessing her thoughts and consciousness, she began her first hunt as a fully blown Werewolf. That night, something called to her, a strange voice. It called her hound and called itself Hercine. The Deadric lord of the Hunt. He promised her rewards when the task was completed to the letter. But that night she was free to enjoy her first night as a beast. Veronika stalked a small group of travelers, mounted on their horses, with them, three children. Veronika ambushed them and jumped into the air and descended upon them, feeding and eating away, indulging in her hunger. Her first kills that night made her happy, mirthful and elated, she looked upon the moon and let out a proud and bone chilling howl that echoes throughout the area, miles and miles away. Other Werewolves in the area heard her and responded loudly, howling back.
The villagers where now ever more frightened. In Hercine`s will, Veronika did his bidding, everynight she raided villages alone, wiping out farmers, women and children, leaving bloodshed and massacre everywhere she stepped and stuck her snout. Leaving the snow red in color, painting it with blood. Her savagry brought about Werewolf Hunter`s. Veronika now faced more enemies than before. Not only did she face the beast hunter`s she faced the beast themselves. Her amateur killings brought in the hunters, endangering nearby Werewolves.
During that time, accroding to Nordic custom and tradition. The young men go out for weeks into the high peaks in the dead of winter, hunting the ice wraiths that give them claim to full status as citizens (a laudable practice that could serve as a model for the more "civilized" regions of the Empire). Veronika used that to her advantage, instead of making full attacks on villages she lured the young men out into the night, thus killing them.
Veronika migrated towards the south, keeping away from the hunters. During those days, Hercine sent Veronika to hunt down and kill the Witches of Glenmoril Wyrd. They are the known few that have cures for Lycanthropy or Sanies Lupinus. Veronika infiltrated the cave, slaughtering the Witches and ending their pathetic cure. So she thought. Hercine called off the hunt when Melisande and few other Witches escaped. Veronika went back to her original hunting grounds. Veronika payed her mother a visit years later to only find out she was dying of disease. Veronika smiled upon her mother and asked for forgiveness. Her mother smiled and responded. "I have always forgiven you". Veronika cried a little and told her mom what happened the past years. The new life she lived. Lilia was saddened but did not hold any grudge against her dLast Seedhter. She simply told her everything was going to be alright. Veronika disagreed, nothing would be alright until her mother was was alright. Bad news came when Veronika discovered there was no cure for her disease, the only hope was the coven witches..the ones that where killed during a recent animal attack. The choice came to give her mother immortality, she asked her mother and she refused. Veronika felt sorrow but respected her mothers wished. If she rather die a peaceful death in her sleep than live forever eating and feeding on innocents then so be it. Veronika would not be selfish, she loved the life of a hunter, she could not blame her mother for shunning it. Days later, Lilia died in her sleep. Veronika was now an orphan, having no father and no mother. Living with her aunt was no even though as an option. Veronika was now alone in Tamriel.
During her journey on the borders of Skyrim, she stalking a small village, When she attacked she met with another person, a young man named Kraven. Like her, he was a Werewolf, also bitten. Kraven saw her alone and without a family, so he recruited her to his newly made pack of wolves, named basically the BloodPack. Veronika gladly joined them. Kraven was on a skirmish quest, a attack on a nearby castle owned by a wealthy noble man, that night was his wedding night. Kraven and the pack invaded the castle, runing the party and feeding. Veronika witnessed Kraven toss the man out the window, presumably his own father. The cause for such an act was unkown to her but she knew he was grieved to do it. The castle was torched and burned down. Kraven spoke to no one that night and he was silenced throught the day. That moment was when Veronika got close to him. After the smal quest, the pack moved to moved to Cyrodiil, luring the Werewolf hunters away from their original attack locations. In Cyrodiil the BloodPack remained hidden, during the day they where known as common people, at night, vicious bloodthirsty carnivorous wolves. Veronika developed a strong feeling for Kraven and eventually fell in love. Kraven fell in love with her and made her the leader of the pack. They worked for Daedric Lord, Hercine, doing as he wished when he wished it, thus making them more powerful and giving them many rewards for their unbreakable loyalty. In Morrowind, Veronika joined the rather bloodthirsy and powerhungry group of vampires. However she went to Morrowind for her own secret reasons.
