Alright. I decided to Gizoogle Elroneth's CS because I knew it'd be... Something. I removed what it didn't change.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Elroneth standz at 5'7", n' is fairly built. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch has brown eyes, n' afro ta match fo' realz. A minor scar lays on her right cheek, though itz not a god damn thang special. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack. Just a minor fuck-up from a hunt dat insisted on staying. Well shiiiit, it don't bother her, it never straight-up done did. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Da wound was minor, dat shiznit was dealt with, n' she moved on. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. But some playas still mention it, n' dat thugged-out biiiatch considaz dat mo' irritatin than tha wound eva was. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch probably just dismisses tha question wit all dem simple lyrics.
"Dat shiznit was just a scratch."
SPECIAL ABILITIES
Elroneth be a talented archer, havin extensive hustlin wit her bow over tha years, though she aint a masta n' shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch can hit movin opponents rather consistently, though smalla n' fasta targets still avoid her n' shit. Cuz of her time dropped as a hunter, she be also a pimpin tracker n' shit. Knowin tha trailz of nuff muthafuckas n' creatures, n' methodz of lurin n' cappin' em. Because of this, it be almost guaranteed dat biiiiatch won't go hungry. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Same goes fo' dem playas whoz ass travel wit her, though she expects dem ta pull they weight.
PERSONALITY
Elroneth be a rather strait-forward individual, often not one fo' pointless banter n' shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch won't ignore dem playas whoz ass insist on conversation yo, but dat biiiiatch will probably give short, thought-out lyrics rather than draggin tha conversation on. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Well shiiiit, it aint straight-up likely fo' her ta start a cold-ass lil conversation unless tha matter is serious, her ass is bustin bidnizz, or if her ass is genuinely curious. Even then, her lyrics is thought out, short, n' probably anythang but dope. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch aint flirty by any means, n' don't care fo' horny-ass relationshizzles, as her dope ass don't require such a level of companionship. That bein holla'd, her dope ass don't mind travelin wit others, as long as they pull they weight. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch dislikes immature people, n' freeloadaz yo, but understandz dem playas whoz ass aren't built fo' tha travelin game. Do they git ta not do anythang afta that, biatch? Of course not, her big-ass booty simply insists on teachin dem how tha fuck they can be of use ta her, n' if they refuse, she often decides on leaving, lettin dem make they own way fo' realz. And she probably won't deal wit dem playas whoz ass is immature, period. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Biatch won't let her muthafuckin ass be burdened by others, even if it may not be tha safest chizzle up in tha long run. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. There is like one word dat expresses her like well, n' dat word is Stubborn.
Of course, she aint a unreasonable person. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch understandz when some muthafucka has a funky-ass mo' betta plan than her dope ass do, n' up in most thangs dat don't involve tha wild, they scams is mo' betta n' shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch has no issue admittin dat shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch can be a phat crew-player wit tha right people, n' can even accept some muthafucka as a sort of 'leader'. Though dem playas aren't exactly easy as fuck ta come across. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch is blunt bout her dislike of people, n' also speaks bout any bullshit da hoe believes she may have wit a objective, makin suggestions whenever she findz it necessary. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch is most certainly not a strategist yo, but her big-ass booty speaks her part anyways, even if her ass is proven ta be wrong.
Bitch considaz her muthafuckin ass ta be support on tha battlefield, providin coverin fire from medium n' long ranges. Though when some muthafucka is up in shit, her ass is willin ta engage tha enemy up in close combat, even if it aint her specialty. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch be a phat thug at ass, her attitude sometimes might tell playas otherwise yo, but her dope ass don't approve of thievery, n' won't allow violins towardz innocent people. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch will turn on a cold-ass lil comrade if they endanger innocent lives, though aint gonna become straight-up shitty unless they do not comply wit stoppin tha act yo. Her sense of justice make her wary of dem wit shady backgrounds, though she aint straight-up shitty towardz dem unless her ass is given reason ta be. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch is willin ta give mah playas a cold-ass lil chizzle yo, but probably they only git dat one chance. Once they soil dat chance, havin a positizzle relationshizzle wit Elroneth proves ta be rather difficult, n' havin conversation wit her is near-impossible unless tha thang is dire n' calls fo' communication. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch.
BIOGRAPHY
Hailin from Valenwood, like most Bosmer, Elroneth started doin thangs up in tha middle of Valenwoodz sea of green, bein exposed ta nature since takin her first breathes yo. Her mutha n' daddy traveled until dat biiiiatch was born, then they settled down up in tha grand tree-citizzle of Falinesti ta allow her ta grow fo' realz. And grow her dope ass did, as tha muthafuckin years passed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Soon enough dat biiiiatch was strutting, then hustlin. Climbin fo' realz. Adventuring. Falinesti had fuckloadz fo' her ta see, n' dat biiiiatch wanted ta peep it all! Of course, not every last muthafuckin thang could go as planned. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Her daddy had other plans fo' how tha fuck she'd spend her days.
Bitch fuckin started her marksman hustlin, takin her first bow up in hand all up in tha age of fourteen. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch yo. Her daddy was a ace blasted when it came ta archery, able ta hit his cold-ass targets from long distances, up in vital areas yo. Dude taught Elroneth how tha fuck not only ta use her bow properly yo, but how tha fuck ta hunt n' make use of every last muthafuckin scrap from her prey as well. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch was a phat hustla, heedin his fuckin lyrics n' changin her steez dependin on what tha fuck dat biiiiatch was holla'd at. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Her hustlin continued fo' muthafuckin years before dat freaky freaky biatch had gotten truly laid back holdin tha weapon. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch was a phat shot, n' a phat hustla as well fo' realz. At nineteen dat biiiiatch was able ta go up on her own hunts, n' make her own profit, without her daddy watchin over her n' shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch slowly became self-reliant, not needin her muthafathas ta assist her no mo'. Eventually afta another few muthafuckin years wit her crew, her dope ass decided dat shiznit was time ta go up tha fuck into tha ghetto. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Biatch was lil' fo' a elf, n' would make use of dat youth by seein tha rest of her homeland, n' what tha fuck else Tamriel had up in store fo' her muthafuckin ass.
Mo' muthafuckin years passed, as dat dunkadelic hoe traveled tha deep chronic seaz of Valenwood, hustlin as dat biiiiatch went up in order ta eat, n' make profit off of they pelts when possible. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch fuckin started peepin' mo' bout tha ghetto, n' how tha fuck it worked. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! There was a shitload goin on dat biiiiatch would have never thought bout if dat freaky freaky biatch hadn't went on her journey. Da strugglez of tha people. Crime, playas whoz ass wanted power, her dope ass disliked dat shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch didn't want such scum on tha land dat dunkadelic hoe traveled upon yo, but needless ta say, dat biiiiatch was only one. There wasn't much dat thugged-out biiiatch could do bout it yo, but her dope ass did what tha fuck dat thugged-out biiiatch could when a cold-ass lil criminal caught her eye.
Bitch was becomin a masta of tha chronic sea, a pimpin marksman, n' hustla n' shit. Da land fuckin started not provin a cold-ass lil challenge, her game becomin easy as fuck cuz of her dedication ta her hustlin. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch was visitin a lil' small-ass hood on tha coast, ta do trade n' like find a warm place ta bunk fo' tha night ta come. Though her night would not be as laid back as dat freaky freaky biatch had once hoped. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka!
Bitch awoke ta tha sound of combat, unsure of what tha fuck was happenin fo' realz. All she knew was dat she needed her weapon ta assist up in solvin tha matter n' shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch charged outside, locked n loaded as she figured dat thugged-out biiiatch could be fo' combat afta only bein awake fo' five minutes.
Mages. Da lil' small-ass hood was bein beat down by playaz of magic, n' weren't fairin too well. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch had fuckin started assistin how tha fuck dat thugged-out biiiatch could, takin shots all up in tha mo' distracted thugz of tha comin' at force yo. Her focus on tha front left her rather defenseless from behind, as dat freaky freaky biatch had almost been jabbed up in tha back wit a thugged-out dagger, n' would have been, if it wasn't fo' a Dunmer dat struck down tha attacker, savin her game. Though thankful, dat moment wasn't tha time fo' introductions. Da battle went on over tha night, both sides sufferin losses, though tha attackers had been driven off wit straight-up few up in they ranks left kickin dat shit, yo.
After restin from tha rather fucked up encounter, her big-ass booty was rappin ta tha Dunmer, whoz ass her big-ass booty soon hustled was named Madran. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Though dat freaky freaky biatch hadn't a cold-ass lil clue bout tha attackers' origins, da perved-out muthafucka seemed ta KNOW it much mo' clearly, n' assumed they had a cold-ass lil camp somewhere up in tha general area. That was mo' than enough fo' Elroneth, whoz ass decided ta go searchin fo' these mages her muthafuckin ass. Madran had managed ta convince her dat shiznit was practically suicidal ta battle a cold-ass lil camp alone, n' suggested scoutin up tha camp once dat shiznit was found instead. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Biatch agreed, n' ended up travelin wit tha Dunmer n' shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Some exploration of tha area proved Madran ta again, be right. There was a cold-ass lil camp, wit dem playas whoz ass resembled tha villagez attackers bein within dat shit. Though luckily tha ones whoz ass was straight-up up in on tha battle was healing, allowin dem ta not have as much shiznit round tha area. Da High-Elves seemed less straight-up shitty wit Madran than her yo, but she ignored dat shit.
After a minute up in tha camp, tha two concluded dat attemptin ta take dem on by theyselves was a lost cause. They left as swiftly as they had came, none tha wiser dat hidin way outta tha view of both they view, n' tha High-Elves, was a spy of tha Empire. Watchin every last muthafuckin thang take place, dat shiznit was assumed both Elroneth n' Madran was Aldmeri spies, n' dat assumption ridin' solo from only all dem short months ago was what tha fuck put dem up in they current thang.
They had traveled together fo' a short time, provin ta be a thugged-out decent crew when it came ta combat. Though soon enough, Elroneth n' Madran was taken in, accused of bein spies fo' tha Aldmeri. Elroneth was furious bout dis yo, but there wasn't anythang dat thugged-out biiiatch could do ta avoid bein captured along wit her Dunmer comrade. There had ta be a method of escape somewhere... Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. She'd find it, n' git dem out. That was a promise she made ta her muthafuckin ass.
SKILLS & WEAKNESSES
Pros
Biatch is quick, n' nimble. Like most of her race.
Biatch has phat eyesight.
Biatch is decent at sneaking.
Biatch be a 'okay' cook.
Biatch can barter somewhat.
Cons
Biatch aint straight-up strong, therefor makin her unable ta wield big-ass weapons. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch be also straight-up burdened by heavier armors.
Her weapons don't aid her much up in tha way of blocking, even if they did a thugged-out decent amount of force would knock her down anyways.
Biatch has no skill up in pickin locks, or pockets.
Biatch don't grasp alchemy whatsoever.
Biatch be a light drinker.
Biatch aint a phat swimmer.
Biatch don't take failure straight-up well, especially on her own part.
OTHER INFORMATION
Bitch aint explored magic at all, n' has no clue if her ass is capable of bein a magic user like a shitload of her fellow Bosmer n' shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch just assumes dat thugged-out biiiatch cannot, n' leaves it at that, decidin not ta pursue tha possibility, as her dope ass don't believe dat freaky freaky biatch has any use fo' magic anyhow.
