[quote=@MacabreFox] Okay! Here is my CS! Let me know if anything is not to your liking, or if I need to explain anything else in further detail. [hider=Sevine the Huntress] [b][u]Basic Information[/u][/b] [b]Name[/b]: Sevine V’arg-t’uk, “The Huntress” [b]Race[/b]: Nord [b]Age[/b]: 26 [b]Gender[/b]: Female [b]Birthsign[/b]: The Warrior [b]Place of Origin[/b]: Falkreath Hold, Skyrim [b]Appearance[/b]: Sevine is tall woman, standing in at 5’9. Every ounce of her body is lean, taunt muscles from the manual labour that comes with homesteading. With an apathetic look ever etched into her face, Sevine would normally come across as cold, and unfriendly, which isn’t the case, quite frankly. Beneath a pair of thickly, arched eyebrows, Sevine’s eyes are a deep shade of pine needle green. She has strong cheekbones, a gently sloped nose, and coral-coloured lips that are rather plump, and give the impression of her pouting. A dark green, streak of war paint runs across the bridge of her nose to her cheekbones, with three dots beneath her eyes, on the underside of the streak. The most distinct feature about Sevine, is her hair colour. In a heavy braid that drapes over her shoulder, or down her back, Sevine’s tresses are the colour of blood itself, so dark that it could be mistaken for black during nighttime, yet when she stands in the sunlight, it glistens like a fire. Her voice is deep, and husky, still feminine, but a voice that commands respect and attention. Typically, when not in combat, Sevine wears linen dresses, with or without an apron, depending on what she’s doing. When in combat, Sevine prefers to wear light, leather armour, so that she may move quicker. [b]Background[/b]: Born on the outskirts of Falkreath, just miles from town, in her parent’s homestead, Sevine enjoyed a childhood that most were not privileged to, or so she believes. Agnar, her father, and Gudrun, her mother, were followers of Mara, and taught their daughter to love all. They taught her that hate is the greatest weapon against man. As man will hate, so destruction will follow. When Sevine was just 8 years of age, her mother passed in childbirth, giving Sevine a new little sister to look after, Leiliana. Distraught, Agnar struggled to keep the family together, as he had to teach little Sevine how to tend to the hearth, how to feed the fire, and how to cook food. While he went out hunting, or into town for provisions, Sevine doted upon Leiliana. She loved her little sister with all her heart, and as they grew together, she loved her ever more. After turning 11, Agnar gave Sevine her first bow and quiver set. He made a makeshift target in their cabbage patch to practice with, and eventually, when she became better, Agnar took Sevine hunting, enlisting the help of a close friend to watch over Leiliana in the meantime. That winter when Agnar became ill, Sevine went out into the misty, snow covered forests of Falkreath, and felled her first deer. She carried it all the way back to their homestead, and when she opened the door to their home, Leiliana, now 3, greeted her ecstatically, as her father wept with joy as he lay sick in bed. Her bow became an extension of her arm, and she could calculate the direction of the wind, and predict where a moving target would end up when she fired her arrows. Life was good in their homestead, until the civil war broke out in 4E 201. Without hesitating, Sevine journeyed all the way to Windhelm to enlist. There, she pledged her oath of service to Ulfric Stormcloak and to the Rebellion. Sevine despised the Thalmor for forcing the people of Skyrim to give up their worship of Talos, and nor did she like the Empire. Sevine learned to use a war axe and shield during her time with the Stormcloaks, though she still relied on her longbow. She earned her nickname amongst her kin on the battlefield as, [i]The Huntress[/i]. Any foe that came in sight that fired upon her, met an untimely death; either by her arrow, or the blade of her axe, as she hunted them down till they ceased to move. It was here, on the battlefield, did she paint her face for war, and has done so since, especially when travelling on the roads. Sevine gave a yell louder than any man’s when she fought, she was a fearsome sight to behold on the field of war, and did not shy away from the din of the battle. After the war, Sevine returned home to find that her father had passed away, and Leiliana, now 18, had just married a local boy from Falkreath. She lived with them for a year before moving into Falkreath. There, she rented a room on a monthly basis, working to earn her keep by cutting firewood, or running small errands for the townspeople. It wasn’t until word of Forsworn increasing their attacks on travelers reached her ears. At first, Sevine brushed it off, the group of natives were wild men and women, believing in ancient, bloody magic, that most of Skyrim looked down upon. Now, the 26th of Midyear had come about, Sevine, now 26, had received a letter from a courier, bearing information for her to join others contracted at a camp in the reach, between Markarth and Karthwasten. From the looks of it, the Dragonborn, or “Thur” as he was known, was contracting people to join the fight against the Forsworn. To Sevine, whether the cause was noble or not, she still ached for the excitement of war, to notch her bow with an arrow, to cleave an enemies head off, while their blood covered her. She had journeyed on horseback to the encampment, with her steed, Asper, a beautiful dark bay, stallion. [b]Personality[/b]: Sevine is a genuine woman, with a kind heart. She is a seasoned warrior after serving in the civil war in Skyrim, siding with the Stormcloaks as a natural choice. Sevine respects all races in Nirn, as she follows the beliefs of Mara, to love another like one does for themselves. However, Sevine despises sexism, especially those who believe that women are good for just bearing children, and have no business on the battlefield. She can come across as cold, and maybe even apathetic, but generally, Sevine is polite in all cases. She would never judge someone based on appearance alone, and believes in second chances. She is reserved, patient, and loyal to those she serves. [b][u]Capabilities[/u][/b] [b]Skills[/b]: Marksman - Expert One-Handed Blade – Adept Shield – Adept Light Armor – Apprentice Athletics – Apprentice Speech – Apprentice Sneak – Novice Alchemy – Novice Acrobatics - Novice [b]Weaknesses[/b]: Sympathy towards Women and Children Magical Incompetence Fear of Being Buried Alive, Drowning and Suffocating [b]Relations to Other Characters[/b]: None, for the time being. [b]Affiliations[/b]: Former Stormcloak Soldier [b]Other Capabilities[/b]: Hunting, Fishing, Gardening [b][u]Inventory[/u][/b] [b]Cash[/b]: 250 Septims [b]Keys and Lockpicks[/b]: 4 Lockpicks [b]Clothing and Armour[/b]: 1 Green Linen Dress Leather Armour Leather Bracers Leather Boots Steel Helm [b]Weapons and Ammunition[/b]: 1 Longbow and x14 Steel Arrows Steel War Axe Wooden Shield with Leather for reinforcement 1 Steel Dagger [b]Potions and Arcane Supplies[/b]: 1 Potion of Cure Poison 1 Potion of Cure Disease 1 Potion of Health [b]Jewelery and Novelty Items[/b]: 1 Amulet of Mara [b]Books and Documents[/b]: [b]Food, Drinks, Provisions[/b]: 1 Green Apple 1 Sweetroll 1 Smoked Salmon wrapped in cheesecloth 1 Bottle of Nord Mead 1 Waterskin [b]Bags, Pouches, Packs[/b]: 1 Large Leather Rucksack/Pack A belt with 4 Pouches attached [b]Other[/b]: N/A [/hider] [/quote] Nothing glaring in this sheet, I actually quite like it. My one nitpicky pedantic thing is that I thought that given name was in the Dragon Language or something. But then I found out it was just Swedish with apostrophes shoved into it. Varg is wolf in Swedish, just so you know, btw. Anywho, it's okay to take those apostrophes away. You have my half of the approval, now we must wait for Gcold to rise again from his deep slumber come the distant morn.