Name: Ana Stormcaller
Age: Fifty-Six
Gender: Female
Race: Nord
Ana has a darker complexion than most Nords, leaning more towards tanned than the trademark pale of her people. Her black hair is cut short, hanging down to her shoulders, and shows signs of turning gray. Her stature is less than imposing, standing at a mere 5'9, however beneath those loose robes is a fit body that can still swing a sword with the best of them.
Job: Traveling Mage, Mediocre Healer, ex-Legion Veteran. The few septims that Ana is able to get by with is usually scraped up by using simple healing spells on the sick, or receiving a donation from Legionnaires who can recognize her. On a rare occasion, she can go kill some bandits or a troll for someone willing to pay, or tutor some kid in how to not set the family farm on fire.
Skills: Destruction (Master), Conjuration (Expert), One-Handed (Adept), Heavy Armor (Adept), Restoration (Apprentice)
Through several decades of study at the College of Winterhold, Ana has become a Master of the destruction school, though she has neglected learning any but the most basic of ice spells. In her free time, she studied up on Conjuration magic and would dabble in it. Once her mastery of destruction was in sight, she focused more on her Conjuration, until she became an Expert in summoning atronachs and daedra to serve her. Her time in the legion also gave her an Adept experience in both wielding One-Handed weapons, particularly swords, and wearing Heavy Armor over her robes. Once she was finished with the College, she picked up a little Restoration so that she could pay the inns, becoming little more than an Apprentice of the art.
Personality: Ana is a proud woman, mostly over her magical abilities. She considers herself a Master of Destruction, and would offended if anyone would say otherwise. She is also a zealous supporter of the Empire, and would just as soon kill someone who showed dissent as she would kiss an orc. Despite those hard traits, she still manages to be friendly with strangers, and, for the most part, is an agreeable person to be around. She tens not to be too vocal on her opinions, other than those on the Empire, and would prefer to stay quiet in a debate than voice her opinion. However, that doesn't mean she's peaceful; if insulted, she'd resort to fists, blade, and lightning before any peaceful negotiations.
History: The residents of Morthal had always feared magic, and that would never change. Ana's parents were no different, and once she was born, they prayed to the gods that their daughter wouldn't inherit any magical powers. And, for years, it seemed that they would get their wish. Unfortunately, at the age of four, they found their daughter setting fire to mudcrabs by the riverside. Mortified, they took her inside and consulted each other, and the Jarl, of what to do. In the end, they all agreed that there was only one course of action: Ana would need to be enrolled into Winterhold's College.
It was such a young age to be sent to the College. Most didn't go until they were old enough to think for themselves, and even then they usually waited until adulthood. However, many of the residents of the College accepted it on the basis that a child had been dropped on their doorstep with just a note and some clothes, and there was no way to send her back.
Ana showed a natural affinity for Destruction magic, able to cast basic spells by the age of six. However, her tutor, an older wizard who focused more on less destructive magics, tried to focus her into different areas. Unfortunately for him, she would have none of it. The two butt heads for the next two years, him refusing to teach her anything more destructive than summoning a small gout of flames, and her refusing to even attempt to learn anything else he attempted to teach. On the dawn of the third year of the conflict, Ana began to ignore her mentor altogether, and spent most of her time in the library, under the watchful eyes of Urag.
It was in this seclusion that she learned from the teachers of old, ancient dead who left their knowledge and wisdom in the depths of the many, many tomes in the Arcanaeum. Her method of practice was often on the rooftops of the College, where she would launch balls of flame and bolts of lightning into the sky, and lay down explosive runes. Though, she would sometimes forget that she set the runes, and would set them off by accident. This carelessness would often get her chided by her former mentor while one of the other students practiced his or her Restoration on her burned legs. This only made her want to master Destruction even more, to prove to him that she wasn't in over her head.
By the age of twenty-three, she'd become quite the expert on all things Destruction. Well, other than frost magic. She'd always figured Skyrim had enough cold, and so she'd merely learned the basics of manipulating ice and snow. So, with this, she set off to Solitude, and joined up with the Legion to become a battlemage. 'Course, this entailed a bit more than she expected. While she had the magical capabilities to be an exemplary battlemage, she lacked the ability to jump into a fray without magic. Thus, she was put through grunt training. Months of brutal, physical training, as she would describe it, she was finally fit enough and decent enough with sword and armor to be given the rank of green soldier.
Turns out, much of her early career was spent incinerating trolls, bandits, and the occasional vampire or necromancer that would rear its ugly head anywhere in Skyrim. It wasn't until the Civil War that she began to actually gain fame among the Legion. It was rumored that, when Ulfric escaped Solitude after the death of the High King, she'd scorched the streets with missed shots she'd taken at him. After that, she'd done all that she could to end the farce that posed as a crusade for freedom and justice. Any time that Rikke or Tulius had a dangerous mission to send someone on, she'd be one of the first to volunteer. When they were sent to recover the Jagged Crown, she'd let the charge against the draugr. In the defense of Whiterun, she'd stood on the walls, raining fire and death on the rebels.
She'd managed to participate in most of the major battles, and slaughtered any rebels that got in her way. Age, gender, reasons, she didn't care who they were, they would be put to the sword if captured or burnt to a crisp if meant on the field of battle. By the time she reached Windhelm with the rest of the Legion, her name was well known by the rebels as a merciless killer. She'd been disappointed in both that she wasn't able to take part in Ulfric's execution, and that most of the captured rebels were let off with a slap on the wrist.
Once her time was done, she parted with the Legion on good terms, and returned to the College. The next few years were spent furthering her already broad knowledge of Conjuration, and then it was spent in seclusion, honing her Destruction to the point where no one could call it flawed. It was in these hours of seclusion atop the College that Ana summoned up a whirlwind of white hot fire. Unfortunately, it was much larger than she'd anticipated, and the fire spilled down into the courtyard, nearly setting ablaze several apprentices.
After that, she was forced to pack up her things and leave the College for good. She slowly worked he way around Skyrim, employing herself as a mercenary against several bandit clans for the Jarls, though more often than not she'd end up using her poor Restoration magic to heal some peasant of his sickness or to close that cut he'd given himself when his skinning knife slipped. Eventually, she came to be in the city of Bruma, and not a week later the Legion showed up, telling of the terrible fate that had befallen the Imperial City. And that was when she'd first learned of the Dominion's attack on the Empire.
As the staunch supporter of the Empire, she volunteered to once again take up sword and fire in the name of the Emperor, and to fell the enemies of the Empire as only a zealous mage could.
Starting Point: Bruma
