Name: Gaele Tylin
Age: 27
Race: Imperial
Gender: Female
Appearance:
5 foot 5 inches (~165cm), slim build, fit. Everything else is in the picture.
Equipment:
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Superior Imperial Bow (enchanted with soul trap)[*]Imperial Sword[*]Glass Dagger (family air loom kept in boot, rarely used)[*]Leather Armour[*]Scaled Boots[*]Scaled Bracers[*]Scaled Helmet (water breathing enchantment)[List]
Skills:
- Archery – 4
- Sneek – 3
- Enchanting -1
- Light Armour – 2
All the rest are novice.
Personality: Until the loss of her father Gaele was a lovely girl, with a fiery passion that positively affected everyone in her presence, she made friends quickly and was not afraid of anything. After the attack however she felt broken inside, as if something was missing. Her life turned upside down she changed to be stronger willed and fuelled by anger. She still made friends well, but it was not the same, she only made friends in order to find something out now. She was lonely and angry, but it did not show often, keeping it hidden to the world allowed her to work in secrecy and not draw attention to herself
Backstory: The Tylin’s had always lived in Chorrol, and the current members were the 17th and 18th generation in the very well known and long running family. They had almost always been smiths with the occasional exception. They had also, as do many old families, many traditions and rites that the family members were proud to observe.
When Nick Tylin’s wife gave birth to a daughter, their third child, she was the first daughter to have been born to the family in three generations. And this, while not being a problem, was an inconvenience since one of the traditions of the family was to send all members off to serve a term in the legions at the age of seventeen, before returning to work in the family business. Nick thought his daughter too young to head off to a world dominated by men and kept her home until one day she ran away.
She ran to the capitol and joined the legions at the age of nineteen but never stopped writing to her father. She knew she was strong enough for the legion and had not liked being the exception to a centuries old tradition.
During her two year term with the legions she saw little action, the Nords had won back their precious Skyrim and now the imperials patrolled the border against any potential invading force, but it never came. The most action the patrols seen were the occasional frost troll and the odd group of radicals from the north, never more than a few dozen men who had gathered to do what they believed their government should be doing.
The skills she picked up in the field were few. She could swing a sword like any common legionnaire, and she was not afraid of the discipline. Where she excelled was not in front line fighting, but in scouting, she was small and quick, and with legion training she became one of the best archers in her century (the group of soldiers, not the number of years. I am assuming imperial legion structure is similar to roman legions).
After two years she went back to Chorrol to her family and began work as a smith. She hated it. It was nothing like the excitement of the legion, despite the lack of action, so she talked to people in the city and got herself into enchanting, which her father loved as it added a new facet to his business.
By the age of twenty-five she was an apprentice enchanter in the city. She was working away one night when she was startled by a noise outside. She went to the door, and as she opened it she was assaulted by the sounds of metal on metal and men, and
women, screaming. She grabbed a sword from a rack by the door and ran towards the commotion, arriving just in time to see the bandits sprinting through the gates, a few huge Orcs carrying several men from the city.
She seen it at once, and she fell to her knees, on of the men taken was her father.
She spent the next two years searching for the men, no the animals, who had done this, who had ripped her life away by taking her father. Her mother had committed suicide in the following weeks after the attack and it was then she vowed to find him. It was this search that led her to Solitude, and it was this search that drove her to work towards any goal that may help her locate her life.
2) mostly disarming and non-lethal moves taught to him by his father
his trusty longsword given to him by his father. The blade is thinner but slightly longer than a usual sword, and the hilt has been lenghtened to compensate.
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