Little Italy

Sᴋʏʀɪᴍ ᴘʀᴘ w/ Lɪᴛᴛʟᴇ Iᴛᴀʟʏ

Her head was pounding like a giant had used it to play fetch with a mammoth. She didn't bother opening her eyes, she didn't want to yet. Memory of how she had ended up in this situation was slowly coming back to her, and the more she remembered, the less she was ready to face reality.

A perfectly enraged hiss to her right coaxed her eyes open as she slowly lifted her head and look at the figure sitting next to her. A dunmer with red war paint had been bound and was currently having a mental break down over… Something… She wasn't sure what. There was also two norms and some other guy who was having a panic attack.

She went to say something but it came out a garbled, "Umph nigh."

Oh, yes, Elle, what an intelligent comment great first impression, she thought grumpily to herself.

( holy shit don't remind me )

Sᴋʏʀɪᴍ ᴘʀᴘ w/ Lɪᴛᴛʟᴇ Iᴛᴀʟʏ

Yah dude this'll be so much better tbh XDDD

Sᴋʏʀɪᴍ ᴘʀᴘ w/ Lɪᴛᴛʟᴇ Iᴛᴀʟʏ

Eilonwy

"And though she be but little, she is fierce."

Dork Master 3000

Nᴀᴍᴇ﹕aka Elle
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ﹕F
Aɢᴇ﹕19
Rᴀᴄᴇ: Breton

Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ

• Physique: She is quite slight of build, and certainly doesn't look like much of a warrior, due to her reliance on spells rather than weaponry, for the most part. She cuts more of a pear shape rather than an hourglass, fairly flat chested, but curvy around her hips due to the muscle gained from a life spent walking and riding to get where she needs to go. What she lacks in brute strength and and physical bulk, she makes up for in speed and agility, very quick and light on her feet, which makes sneaking quite easy for her, being so light. However, should she take a hit, it doesn't take much to put her down, as she has a pretty average pain tolerance and is not the sturdiest of humans.
• Height: Even for her kind, she's fairly small, barely reaching 5'4"
• Hair: Coming about midway down her back in length, her hair is flaming red in color with strong brown undertones and golden highlights. It is very thick and wavy, a few curls scattered here and there, which makes it quite wild and unruly. She keeps it pulled back in a half up half down fashion or in some variation of a braid at all times, as it can become a nuisance when fighting, or doing anything really. Regardless, there are always many tiny braids throughout it.
• Eyes: Grey-blue, nothing terribly remarkable or a-typical of her race. However, upon absorbing a dragon's soul, or any other extreme use of her power, her eyes glow a brilliant gold, but it is very temporary and fades immediately.
• Skin: Overall, fair, and though she doesn't tend to sunburn, she has a light tan that has given way to funny tan lines from her attire.
• Scars/Markings: She has a few various small scars, though they're not very visible due to the fact she's fair as it is. Though her face is fairly free of freckles, she has a light sprinkling on her shoulders and arms. The only marking of real note is the birthmark on the back left side of her neck that has no real shape, a simple red splotch about the size of a septim.
• Clothing: (varies, but typically)
  

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ

• A definite dork
• Has a habit of pretending to know exactly whats going on even when she honestly doesn't
• Extremely clever
• A Yes-man, though she doesn't mean to be
• Tough as nails
• Has a bad habit of back talking
• A free spirit
• Act first, think later
• She doesn't know how to handle tragedy

Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏᴠᴇʀᴠɪᴇᴡ﹕Elle's family was more or less gypsy like and they did a lot of moving around when she was younger. She was the third child of two older brothers and a younger sister. She was always a bit of a wild child and home was wherever she rested her head at night. Her parents taught her quite a bit of magic, and placed a lot of value on knowledge and intellect. They were never very wealthy, and had to work very hard for what little they did have, but they were happy, and that was good enough for Elle. Her early life wasn't uninteresting, but nothing notable either. She didn't mind sleeping under the stars and wandering from place to place. She made many friends along the way, being such a kind and open hearted person. So, when she felt she was ready, she left her parents and siblings to travel alone for a while to go visit an old friend in Falkreath. Everything was going well until she tripped, quite literally, over an Imperial ambush.

Tʜᴇᴍᴇ Sᴏɴɢ﹕

• Backroads ~ Lonely the Brave
• Wait ~ M83
• Madness ~ Ruelle

Oᴛʜᴇʀ﹕She's a Breton who's well versed in history and mythology and loves to tell a good story whenever given the opportunity and will read whenever she gets her hands on a book. She didn't want to be Dragonborn.

Pɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ

Niente è Vero [Graviloquence & Little Italy]

Fabiano Niccolo Andrredi De Roma { wip }

❝ Bɪsᴏɢɴᴀ ғᴀʀᴇ ʟᴀ ʙᴇʟʟᴀ ғɪɢᴜʀᴀ ❞

General

Nickname: Fabian

Alias: Lorenzo {Enzo} Palladio

Gender: male

Age: 21

Race: Italian

Birthplace: Rome, Italy

Allegiance(s) / Faction(s): This is a bit of a grey area for him at the moment.

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• Physique: Fabian is certainly no one to be trifled with, tall and built to take a hit. Cutting a mesomorphic figure, he is broad shouldered and well muscled, but still leaning towards the more wiry side. Practically raised to be a soldier, he is every inch the fighter that he appears to be, able to move fairly quickly while still putting quite the force and strength behind a blow. His pain tolerance is pretty average for someone with his physical background and training, but he can definitely dish out more than he can take.
His face is well structured, His features intense and smoothly chiseled. He has a well-defined, square jaw line with a strong chin attached.

• Height: 6’1”

• Hair: His hair is a mixture of neat waves and curls with a natural, almost unruly look to it, but not necessarily wild or out of control, a stray cowlick here or there. In terms of length, it is fairly uniform all around; short, with a few stray pieces framing his face, curling around his ears and the back of his neck. There’s no particular rhyme or reason for it, other than for convenience. It’s easier and more comfortable to fit short hair into a helmet or hood rather than long. That being said, he gets bad hat hair, and it tends to stick up sometimes, especially when it’s exceptionally humid.
It’s a dark brown color, nearly black. It is particularly sensitive to sunlight, so the intensity of the shade will vary with the time of year; taking on a more medium brown in the summer with a stray golden highlight here and there, and quite dark in the winter. He tends not to have facial hair, and when he does, it’s nothing more than a five o’clock shadow.

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Relationship Status: Single

Love Interest: Leona, eventually

Family: Father, Mother, two younger sisters

Allies/Friends: Leona, for now

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Theme Song: Wrong Side of Heaven -- FFDP

Dialogue Color: 5F9F9F

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