Tag: skyrim character bio

Doing some initial character planning for the new Dunmer dungeon delver character I’m going to make when I do the big Skyrim reinstall and cleanup. I used this preset to build from; there will definitely be more changes coming for her hair, eyebrows, and eyes (mainly color, not sure if I’m going to go really red there), but I think I like her look so far.

So…meet Kirayneth Vanos! (Kirayn or Kiray for short.) She is a descendant of Kireth and Raynor Vanos from ESO: my headcanon for her backstory is that they never returned from Coldharbour, but the Vestige visited the Vanos family and gave them the siblings’ notes. Fast-forward about eight or nine centuries, and a newborn Dunmer is named in their honor.

Raised on Solstheim as an ash farmer, Kirayneth eventually wants to follow in her famous great-great aunt & uncle’s footsteps (well, not the whole lost-in-Coldharbour-for-eternity part), and reading their notes about Mzulft make her want to re-discover that ancient ruin for herself. She scrapes together enough money to buy passage to Windhelm…

(Pics taken in Tel Mithryn; her parents sent her there to study under Master Neloth for a little while when she was young, famous mage and all that. But while he found her aptitude for research admirable, her actual magicka abilities were pretty lacking and ultimately too frustrating for him to keep trying to teach her.)

Jerem

Jerem and Vorstag were improving against many of the Dwemer constructs left behind in endless patrol. Spiders could be crushed under Vorstag’s mace or axe. Spheres had to be swiftly dodged and their rolling halted, but after that a couple well-placed fireballs interfered enough with their functioning and they collapsed.

But Centurions were another matter entirely.

“The knees!” Jerem shouted over the hissing steam. “Wedge something in its knees!”

Since Ifelayo crossed the treacherous mountain border between Hammerfell and Skyrim a year ago, she has, among other things: defeated a terrifying cult of Daedra-worshipping cannibals. Restored Kynareth’s sacred tree. Stopped the vengeful ghost of Queen Potema from rising. Helped a fellow priest of Mara—well, sort of—keep another Daedric prince from entering the world. Found a Sybil for the Temple of Dibella.

All in the service of her goddess.

All with Verulus at her side.

He is her steadfast companion.

He is a devout priest of Arkay.

…Ifelayo is falling in love with him.

Humir Adalimumab

Humir Adalimumab had few goals in life. This was entirely despite the aspirations of his creator, who had made him to be, in order:

1. Pretty

2. A werewolf

3. Good at everything.

He felt he was doing a decent job of the first two, but the third was largely escaping his grasp these days. Although to be honest, being a werewolf sort of took care of the problem of needing to be good at everything else; there was little need to wield the elemental forces of nature when one had teeth and claws like his.

Gzincha

Beitild stared at the Dwemer construct. Its face had something like eyes that gazed sightlessly back. “And what am I supposed to do with this?” Beitild demanded of the adventurer trying to sell it to her. “Melt it into dwarven ingots?”

At that, the construct whirred a bit, and from some internal storage, pulled out a gleaming chunk of metal. It held it forward.
Beitild gaped, momentarily stunned. Then she recovered, snatching the ingot out of its hand. “You understand me? Can you bring more?”

The adventurer grinned. Greed was good.

Flutica

Flutica Propiona barged into The Winking Skeever, smelling of of sea spray.

“I’m on shore leave, friends!” she called out, spying Lisette and Jorn going over some sheet music in the corner. “Gods, can’t a sailor get a hot bath around here?” This was directed at Corpulus Vinus behind the bar, who was well accustomed to Flutica’s post-sail desires, and merely lobbed a key at her.

“No Redguard lass on your arm tonight?” Jorn asked as she swung by their table for a kiss from Lisette and a clap on the shoulder from him.

She shrugged. “Rithleen had some things to do on board,” she said, waving a hand in the general direction of the Solitude docks. “But I gave her plenty to do before I came here!”

“Really, Flutica, do you have to be so crass?” Lisette protested. “Ever since you took that berth as ship’s bard you talk like…”

“I talk like a bloody sailor!” Flutica grinned. “But don’t you worry, darling, I can still sing as sweetly as a maiden.” She winked, and tossed a coin purse at Lisette. “Go have some fun. I’ll cover for you tonight since I’m here.”

Lisette smiled, and blew her a kiss. “Such a sweetheart.”

Eshkigal

“But surely Aventus could stay with me,” Eshkigal had protested. “I’ve been his governess since before Naalia took ill!”

Jorleif had shaken his head, though his eyes were not without sympathy. “I know you feel for the boy. But it’s better he be cared for by his own people.”

“In an orphanage ?”

“You’ll be given your last month’s pay from the sale of what’s left of the furnishings,” Jorleif had muttered. “And then you best go. There’s too many of your kind in the city as it is.”

Eshkigal had glared through the sudden tears blurring her eyes.

But she would not cry now, with the walls of Windhelm at her back and the shores of Solstheim waiting across the sea.

Denebarided Siluven

Denebarided smiled as he slipped the newly enchanted ring onto his little finger. That made four in all: four rings enchanted with magical support; four rings named after each enchanting Nord lady who had shared his company since he had arrived in Skyrim.

First, on his index finger, and enchanted with a version of the Clairvoyance spell, was Camilla, who had bravely gathered up her skirts in one hand and a sword in the other to lead him to Bleak Falls Barrow. She had been terribly sad to return home to her dull brother, but Denebarided had managed to convince her that Lucan needed her guiding hand more than he did. (Though he had enjoyed her hands very much at night by the campfire, he reminisced fondly.)

Second, on his middle finger, enchanted with stamina, Ysolda, who had showed him things he never thought possible to do with the mammoth tusk he had gotten for her…

Third, on his ring finger–which, when she had seen it and raised an eyebrow, he had had to explain rather quickly meant nothing to him other than a keepsake in her honor and anyway wasn’t an amulet of Mara more significant to Nords–Lydia. Lydia, who had dropped his bedroll on the other side of the fire every night, but at least never in the fire. Lydia, who had readily accepted the key to Breezehome when he said he couldn’t be tied down to one place. He had enchanted this ring with the Feather spell, learned so long ago in Morrowind.

Fourth, the newest, and most fascinating, Uthgerd the Unbroken. Who had thrown down to fight when he bought her a drink. Denebarided had accepted, and been beaten repeatedly, much to the laughter of the Bannered Mare’s patrons (and unbridled delight on the part of one jealous bard). When he finally managed to take her to the floor, on the fifth night of their brawling, Uthgerd had simply gotten up, slammed back her mug of mead, and slung a pack over her shoulder, declaring that he at last was an adventurer worthy of her help.

Denebarided looked over at Uthgerd, who was hammering the latest dents out of her armor at the workbench. She was no beauty like Camilla, Ysolda, or Lydia, but she was a better pathfinder than the merchant and more loyal than the housecarl. He wouldn’t try to leave her behind just yet.

Cevimel

Cevimel scowled at the dress laid out on the bed. True, it would be striking against her golden skin and set off her eyes to good effect, but there was so much…lace. It was nothing like the simplicity of her Thalmor robes. Which were, of course, Thalmor robes, and therefore completely unsuitable for going undercover.

“Chaos,” the senior Inquisitor had said, grimly pleased at Cevimel’s new orders. “You’re going to cause chaos the likes of which the Empire will never forget.”

Cevimel had bit her tongue against the impulse to point out that, in fact, the Empire had already faced down numerous forces of destruction, including the sort she was about to attempt. It did not do to contradict Inquisitors, even if she was twice this one’s age and had decades more experience in assassination. Her insubordination had cost her many a promotion already.