Name: Faire Agarwen
Age: Approximately 4000 years
Race: Snow Elf (Falmer is considered insulting.
Class: Arcane Archer (wielder of a bow and spells, primarily Alteration)



Personality: Cold, short, distant. Hatred stews underneath knowing that everyone she has ever known was butchered in masses by Nordic scum and the traitorous Dwemer. For millennia, Faire sat in seclusion, dwelling upon the past did really do a number on her psychologically. She has an incredibly hard time trusting anyone, even though she has never had the chance. She just avoids people in general, especially Nords and the other Atmoran Races (Imperial, Breton, Redguard), due to the troubled past. However, she hates none more than a Nord (despite the fact her race started it), and would willing compromise her identity to silence a particularly ignorant one.

She wasn't all hate. In her early years, she was well known to have been a cheerful individual who was a diehard romantic. She loved the idea of a true love story and the quickest way to her heart included the sappiest of poems and a bouquet of flowers. That was a long time ago and now she was different. Hardened but is someone who is very lonely. There has been no one in her life outside of her deities for over 4000 years. She does crave the warmth of friend and family but as no luck so far.

Bio: Four thousand years ago, Faire was a famous big game hunter in Skyrim. Her popularity opened up the possibility of freelance work so Faire went from town to town, killing nasty creatures who would terrorize a town and whatnot. It was a thrilling lifestyle and Faire could double as an entertaining guest in any hold. Not only entertaining but some Snow Elf nobility and even one Nordic Jarl had the opportunity to experience her “afterhours”. Some used that against her and often brought it up, nicknaming her “Faire Game”. She hated it but didn’t let it show most times.

Eventually war with the Nords happened and Faire was drafted into the military as things began getting desperate. She was there fighting alongside the historic “Snow Prince” before he perished in the Battle of Moesring. During the Snow Elven rout, Faire managed to run ahead of her kin as they were eradicated by the pursuing Nords. She made it just in time to have an encounter with the god of Luck, Sai. Despite not being an Elven deity, he offered Faire sanctuary from the pursuing Nords. Hesitantly, she took it fearing the consequences of siding with a “false” god.

Sai had a secret alter devoted to himself built within a nearby mountain. It was often overlooked and only the most devote of priests knew of its location. For Faire’s safety and well-being, Sai commanded priests to deliver supplies under the guise of an offering to the location but they really were for Faire as she hid in shadows. For nearly four thousand years she lived like that. Hiding. During that time, she became rather loyal to Sai as he was really the only one who communicated with her at that point. She remained faithful to her deities, though.

So Faire lived on. Throughout the many years, Sai taught her how to tap into her magical strength better, he kept her in the loop on major current events, and she honed her craft on archery and fetching (it wouldn't be good to get rusty). Her long life was due to either Sai or Auri-El, she couldn’t be sure, but she survived to this day. But now she wanted to see the world again, so despite Sai’s warning, she left in search of her kin. Sai did say it was possible others survived but he played not a part in their safety. Regardless, she couldn’t live inside that mountain forever. She had to leave.

When she left, she always kept herself cloaked and disguised, cloak covering her body, charcoal rubbed on her face to hide the paleness, etc. Revealing her true identity would attract attention and who knows how people would react when they realized a Snow Elf was still alive. So she ditched some of the military gear she had and instead stole a new bow from a Nord and did what she did best. Hunted. She lived minimally as she wandered town to town, trying to pick up a lead on anything. The College of Winterhold was her last destination but it proved barren of information on Snow Elves. There just wasn’t a lead and now as Faire was writing her closing thoughts on today’s journal entry, she swear she just saw a dragon fly overhead. Dragons are still around?

Equipment: Faire’s weaponry includes a steel bow in hand, a quiver of arrows (26 Iron, 6 Elven, 1 Daedric) on her back, and her unique Snow Elven dagger sheathed on her belt. Faire’s armor is a bit unique as well. She keeps herself cloaked in a massive polar bear skin, which includes a hood made out of the head. Extra items are wrapped in a deerskin pouch that she carries and it includes a journal wrapped in linen, two dry loaves of bread and bits of salted game, and a case containing ink and a quill. Lastly, her belt dangles a few items and they are a small tin of salt, a leather waterskin, and a second knife in a sheath for fletching and cleaning kills

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