Post by +~*Snowy*~+ on May 26, 2009 14:55:15 GMT -5
Name- Na'lia. That's Nahl~ee-Yuh, like your tongue's sticking to your teeth on the 'Nahl' and like you're spitting out the 'Yuh'. Most people don't get that right. In fact, I don't even get it right most of the times. You know what; just say it how it looks- that's what I always do.
Race- Femal-! Uh, Argonian.
Age- 23 years old and counting. Really its 22 but I round up since this is my 23rd year alive, but my birthday isn't for another 5 and a half months,
Class- What do I call myself? An adventurer of course! Oh course, that's not what most people call me when I borrow stuff from them.
Faction- Yeah, factions don't really work with me. I don't like commitment; that's why I don't have any pets... Anymore...
Appearance- Of course I'm the most beautiful and elegant Argonian ever to crawl out of the water and you know it. Of course, you need much more than that, so I'll just read out the description from an old Wanted poster.
"Nalia (last name unknown) is a female Argonian. She is about six feet tall and has a lithe but muscular build. Her primary skin-tone is a faded green color with splotches and stripes of dark blue and teal, all of which are faded onto smooth scales. Her eyes are yellow and she sports two spikes on her head which she wears a feathered headpiece on, last time she was seen. Two pairs of spikes on the side of her head sport hanging feathered rings. Nalia seems to prefer traveling unarmored although it is known that she is capable of medium and heavy armor. The female Argonian's preferred weapons are duel-wielded dai-katana although a longsword is also common. Beware: this criminal is wanted for theft and criticism of the Empire. She will most likely be wearing a leather backpack that has the phrase "Don't steal, the government hates competition" sewed onto it.
Personality- Dr. Bob's Criminal Psychology Report:
"After paying a small fine and being forced to volunteer for a criminal mentality investigation, I've found Na'lia to be a very interesting person. I sat down with Na'lia one day in my office and told her to tell me about herself. She simply eyed me curiously and started to eat a plate of cookies I had on the table. After many unsuccessful attempts to pry information out of her, I tried a new tactic, giving her a pen and paper and telling her to write a story about her life, her dreams or aspirations, or anything that came to mind. At first she was a bit slow to write anything, but in no time she had filled both the front and back of the paper and proceeded to write on a second page. I found out that Na'lia, like most Argonians, are quite shy towards strangers, but given the opportunity to write, she can be very open with her words (hence the critical words sewn onto her backpack). She writes faster and more skillfully than she can read, perhaps a preview into her loud personality, for she has a penchant to speak more than she is to listen, and if she doesn't speak, then she just doesn't listen. She absolutely loves to swim, and in her own words she wrote 'I'd rather swim across a river than walk across a bridge anytime; and I do!'. After reading her life's history, it turns out that she had a rather traumatic event with a... Flying wizard? For this reason she detests magic, bar alchemy, which she apparently adores. She's also had a traumatic incident with a school of slaughterfish, so she always swims with nothing less but a longsword. I do not believe Na'lia to be a theif so much as a very non-caring person who dislikes any sort of commitment, whether it be to herself, others, or the law."
History- Well, let's see... I was born and raised in Morrowind. My ancestors were slaves that were captured in Black Marsh and sold to the House Redoran. They managed to escape and avoid recapture sometime later. I'm the third generation of free-born Argonians in my family.
We lived on the coast. Daddy was a fisherman and Mama wove baskets. One day when I was little I wandered too far from the house and I met a slaver, but I didn't know he was one back then. I was almost caught and made a slave, but I ran real fast and made it to a river where I swam away as fast as I could. No one can out-swim me. Since they knew where we were now we packed up our belongings in Daddy's boat and sailed to Vvardenfell. I learned how to read and write there, from a friend who lived(lives?) in Vivec City. He was staying with his grandparents out on the coast, but while he was there he taught me enough to know that I loved writing. One time we were visiting Seyda Neen together and a blasted wizard fell out of the sky and splat on the ground right in front of us. I'm serious! No one believes me, but I'm serious! Ever since then I've hated magic. I've found that I hate a lot of things. I hate magic, I hate Elves of all kinds, I hate slaughterfish, and I especially hate slavers and smugglers. I wish I could just leave it all. Right now I'm trying to make and sell potions and poisons in my spare time; build up enough money to make a big move South to the Black Marsh. Its my dream to live there, but if I had one wish, one wish at all, I wouldn't waste it on that. No, I'd wish for the power to topple the Great House and destroy them forever. No matter what- I will never trust a Dark Elf.
Equipment-
* A leather backpack my mother made (I've had to turn it inside out; court order)
* A steel longsword
* Twin Dai-Katana
* A journeyman's pestle and motar
* A journal, because it seems like every day random people want me to help them with their problems. Its like they can't shut up, so I end up having to write everything in a journal to remember it all.
* Two pearls, one rat meat, three willow flowers, two corkbulb roots, five globs of muck, a lump of crabmeat, and four bunches of saltrice.
* A note on a napkin from my Mom:
"Dear Na'lia,
Don't die.
Love Mumsy"
Spells: Water Breathing. That's it, and that's all I need.
Race- Femal-! Uh, Argonian.
Age- 23 years old and counting. Really its 22 but I round up since this is my 23rd year alive, but my birthday isn't for another 5 and a half months,
Class- What do I call myself? An adventurer of course! Oh course, that's not what most people call me when I borrow stuff from them.
Faction- Yeah, factions don't really work with me. I don't like commitment; that's why I don't have any pets... Anymore...
Appearance- Of course I'm the most beautiful and elegant Argonian ever to crawl out of the water and you know it. Of course, you need much more than that, so I'll just read out the description from an old Wanted poster.
"Nalia (last name unknown) is a female Argonian. She is about six feet tall and has a lithe but muscular build. Her primary skin-tone is a faded green color with splotches and stripes of dark blue and teal, all of which are faded onto smooth scales. Her eyes are yellow and she sports two spikes on her head which she wears a feathered headpiece on, last time she was seen. Two pairs of spikes on the side of her head sport hanging feathered rings. Nalia seems to prefer traveling unarmored although it is known that she is capable of medium and heavy armor. The female Argonian's preferred weapons are duel-wielded dai-katana although a longsword is also common. Beware: this criminal is wanted for theft and criticism of the Empire. She will most likely be wearing a leather backpack that has the phrase "Don't steal, the government hates competition" sewed onto it.
Personality- Dr. Bob's Criminal Psychology Report:
"After paying a small fine and being forced to volunteer for a criminal mentality investigation, I've found Na'lia to be a very interesting person. I sat down with Na'lia one day in my office and told her to tell me about herself. She simply eyed me curiously and started to eat a plate of cookies I had on the table. After many unsuccessful attempts to pry information out of her, I tried a new tactic, giving her a pen and paper and telling her to write a story about her life, her dreams or aspirations, or anything that came to mind. At first she was a bit slow to write anything, but in no time she had filled both the front and back of the paper and proceeded to write on a second page. I found out that Na'lia, like most Argonians, are quite shy towards strangers, but given the opportunity to write, she can be very open with her words (hence the critical words sewn onto her backpack). She writes faster and more skillfully than she can read, perhaps a preview into her loud personality, for she has a penchant to speak more than she is to listen, and if she doesn't speak, then she just doesn't listen. She absolutely loves to swim, and in her own words she wrote 'I'd rather swim across a river than walk across a bridge anytime; and I do!'. After reading her life's history, it turns out that she had a rather traumatic event with a... Flying wizard? For this reason she detests magic, bar alchemy, which she apparently adores. She's also had a traumatic incident with a school of slaughterfish, so she always swims with nothing less but a longsword. I do not believe Na'lia to be a theif so much as a very non-caring person who dislikes any sort of commitment, whether it be to herself, others, or the law."
History- Well, let's see... I was born and raised in Morrowind. My ancestors were slaves that were captured in Black Marsh and sold to the House Redoran. They managed to escape and avoid recapture sometime later. I'm the third generation of free-born Argonians in my family.
We lived on the coast. Daddy was a fisherman and Mama wove baskets. One day when I was little I wandered too far from the house and I met a slaver, but I didn't know he was one back then. I was almost caught and made a slave, but I ran real fast and made it to a river where I swam away as fast as I could. No one can out-swim me. Since they knew where we were now we packed up our belongings in Daddy's boat and sailed to Vvardenfell. I learned how to read and write there, from a friend who lived(lives?) in Vivec City. He was staying with his grandparents out on the coast, but while he was there he taught me enough to know that I loved writing. One time we were visiting Seyda Neen together and a blasted wizard fell out of the sky and splat on the ground right in front of us. I'm serious! No one believes me, but I'm serious! Ever since then I've hated magic. I've found that I hate a lot of things. I hate magic, I hate Elves of all kinds, I hate slaughterfish, and I especially hate slavers and smugglers. I wish I could just leave it all. Right now I'm trying to make and sell potions and poisons in my spare time; build up enough money to make a big move South to the Black Marsh. Its my dream to live there, but if I had one wish, one wish at all, I wouldn't waste it on that. No, I'd wish for the power to topple the Great House and destroy them forever. No matter what- I will never trust a Dark Elf.
Equipment-
* A leather backpack my mother made (I've had to turn it inside out; court order)
* A steel longsword
* Twin Dai-Katana
* A journeyman's pestle and motar
* A journal, because it seems like every day random people want me to help them with their problems. Its like they can't shut up, so I end up having to write everything in a journal to remember it all.
* Two pearls, one rat meat, three willow flowers, two corkbulb roots, five globs of muck, a lump of crabmeat, and four bunches of saltrice.
* A note on a napkin from my Mom:
"Dear Na'lia,
Don't die.
Love Mumsy"
Spells: Water Breathing. That's it, and that's all I need.
