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Riona Galsette (for The Elder Scrolls)



Name: Riona Galsette

Gender: female

Race: Breton

Political Affiliation: none

Age: 19

Guild Affiliation: none



Areas of Expertise:



She is proficient as an archery apprentice. Taught novice level sneaking by beggars and local tramps in the slums of Bravil. Conjuration of a bound sword through practice only being able to summon one at a time for a couple of minutes. Flexible in acrobatics honed in free-runing over obstacles in the roof and major walls of the walled shanty town, its the most developed kill she has being adept. Finally, a decent swords-woman with her conjured blade novice level. Her one handed skill was trained slaying small pests and goblins that roam the outer wilds.



Spell Repertoire:



Touch of fear -novice illusion spell. Bound dagger - novice conjuration



Loot/Gold: 33 septims and a few jewels that have not yet been appraised worth of different values.



Appearance:



Height: 5'6" Skin Tone: slight tanned fair;
Hair: short-cut to a few inches below her jaw. Lose bell shape, auburn colored.
Eye Color: light chocolate wine brown with a gray ring around the iris.
Face: round face with slightly full cheeks and a slight pointed jaw. A small scar across the left side of her eyebrow and a lip piercing on her lower lip being a silver ring. Slim short nose and a thin upper lip over her fuller lower one.
Slim athletic build.



Equipment/Enchanted Items:



black cloth leggings, leather boots, leather gauntlets, leather hood and a leather jerkin over a sleeveless work shirt that she tucks in. A traveling backpack with her personal hygiene materials, a cover, small tent lantern, metal tankard and a fork and a plate.
Weapons: a crossbow and bolt quiver worn on her waist on the left and an iron knife. No enchanted items.

Weaknesses:

Her brash and aggressive emotional reactions that cause her to be much less cautions when she loses her cool. Deathly scared of apparitions, spirits ghosts and wraiths.



Backstory:



Riona is a rouge that takes on any job she can get, she is a self proclaimed "witchhunter" with no former training for the job and only in the title. Fast on her blade as well as tongue, as a rouge, she is similar to a thief but is slightly better trained in the light weapon and armor arts. She possess agility and cunning that make her a formidable opponent where she lacks in brute strength. She prefers speed in combat rather than physical prowess. Persuasive in conversation, her tongue is good enough to save her a few coins but not enough to persuade guards from looking away at her small crimes if caught. In addition to her skills with a bound blade, she picks the locks and pockets of those who won't mind missing something of decent value. Depending on her ability when her words fail, she can either fight or flee depending on the opponent.



Riona grew up in the worst part of Bravil where bandits, thieves, low-lives and beggars made it their filthy paradise. Being the daughter of an independent fence, she learned the value of items and equipment for the right amount of coin. Her father taught her in speechcract and how to make prices shift to her benefit. He is a man completely involved in and around money and more than a dozen shady practices. Due to this fact, she has had to face some of the consequences her father brought upon them living they lifestyle that the slums offer.

In her years of training, her sneak and agility in acrobatics has been honed by jumping and free-running over the roofs of the massive shanty town. She has faced some of the worst undesirables the bad side of the law has to offer. She is no saint or ignorant to the ways of men and their lust and greed either. She has been taken by force more than a few times against her will, either for sick fun and entertainment by some of the local men or as "taken" payment from the piled debts her father had collected. Due to men handling her as an object and the dealing with the mental trauma of rape, she has harbored hate and ire towards any man that looks at her like she's some piece of meat.



She is always wary around any man and with good reason, in her upbringing she has never met a gentlemanly one yet, that did not have hidden intentions toward her. Riona decided to learn the skill of the blade once she was seventeen, her misery had led her to her boiling point and she vowed never to let a man take her body like so cheap commodity or thrill. She has never killed but has wounded those unfortunate to lay hands on her. Her mother had been kidnaped and taken by a necromancer at the age of fourteen. She was taken to one of the more dangerous caves in the area and experimented on till she was finally sacrificed to a deadric lord and her corpse reanimated.

Three years later once she had enough bravery and skill, she set out for that same cave with the intent of getting revenge to satisfy her need to avenge her mother's death. Upon searching the entire cave she found that the necromancer had been gone for years and the only things of value and clues to where he went was an old spellbook and a few jewels.



Riona read the book till she mastered her very first spell "bound dagger" and she's trained with it around the outskirts of Bravil slowly gathering money. With some of her earnings precious stones, she eventually purchased a light armor set, a skinning knife and a crossbow. A few jobs assisting the local fighters guild (not as a member more so as an assistant/intern) gave her the experience on how to use her crossbow efficiently. She spent the next two years training with her weapons till she bought her most recent spell from a traveling merchant who also spoke of an infamous necromancer with the habit of sacrificing women. The merchant had last heard of him back in Skyrim which is her now, ultimate destination.



Personality:



Riona is Friendly, adaptable, action-oriented. "Doer" type who is focused on immediate results. Living in the here-and-now, she's a risk-taker who lives a fast-paced lifestyle. Impatient with long explanations. Extremely loyal to her peers if the prove to be worth having, but not usually respectful of laws and rules if they get in the way of getting things done. Good persuasive skills.

Fun-loving, she makes things more fun for herself and for her personal enjoyment. Living for the moment, she loves to engage new experiences. She dislikes theory and impersonal analysis. Interested in being fair in all things concerning business, less she can tilt things into a more profitable favor. She will always pay her debts and make sure gets paid what she deserves for a job well earned. Likely to be of awkward attention in social situations where people of high status and manners interact. Well-developed common sense and practical ability although often ignored by her brash instinctual nature and rash behavior. She is easily incited for excitement of almost any kind and hard to calm in serious situations.



She is very enthusiastic, idealistic, and creative. Able to do almost anything that she sets her mind to and usually will pick up something fast if she's really into it. Great at banter and taunting especially to get her opponents to make emotional actions as a result. She is also extremely susceptible to taunts herself to a fault. She needs to live life in accordance with her inner values and will even ignore law If it goes against her own code of honor. Very excited by new ideas, but bored with details. She is open-minded and flexible, with a broad range of interests and abilities.
Hello I am also going to be part of this happy roleplaying :)


Riona Galsette: The Roxey Village, the Roxey Stakehouse -- Mid year, 4E 201

Heartbeats like the hard trotting of a hell steed banged against the girl's ribcage, neck hairs needled up and a searing ache ripped on the soles of her feet. The whooing of owls and nocturnal creatures that rose from their nests quieted her steps as her legs desperately endured the fear enriched adrenalin that pushed the young Breton to make as much distance from the rotted moored ship as she could.

Darkness loomed closer before her along the road but she dared not stop, her eyes mixed with tears and sweat still reflected the horror she had seen. It was not till exaustion made its clear demand for her to halt that she clasped her side and fell to one knee and finally submitted to the burn of her lungs and the pain in her legs. It had been many miles since the phantom rendered the chase futile yet the breton hadn't ceased till now when her body was well beyond its limits. This was always the case for she cowered at all manner of ghosts and specters.

So much for a poor aspiring witchhunter.


Up ahead an old building still cradled by the last few rays of the setting sun glowed in the distance. The girl gulped breaths and clutched her side as elongated shadows from trees and and branches reached for her along the road. She stood after a brief respite and pushed on slowly away from whatever her mind exaggerated beyond the wall of trees. A few paces ahead was an old wooden sign labeled Roxey Steakhouse and Inn. The petite female wiped away the grime and sweat from her arms, neck and forehead with an old rag and with a small rejuvenating huff, made a stern face and walked in.

Anyone could have guessed what the establishment was from the sign in the front and its location on a main road but the brunette ignored small details like that. Many times in the past she had walked into private homes and ordered their owners for a meal and drink only to be kicked out with a curse and a broom swat. To her, the images on signs were all she needed to read.

Dancing lights of lanterns and big hearth in the back wall of the bar of the salon made the place have a very homely touch. Her eyes scanned around taking in the local patrons engaging in all sorts of activities from dining, talking and even singing along with a jittery bard who seemed to have bugs in his trousers. A very lively scene with an aura of its own special touch of peace about it. Chest puffed and both hands on the strap of her pack, the girl made her way up to the bar and placed an order for pint of ale.

The proprietor was an old imperial man who gave her the type of look that slightly rubbed her the wrong way. It was like his face made a silent remark at her not being able to hold alcohol due to her height imparment. He was almost a bit reluctant at taking her money for the drink but obliged since her eyes returned a look of demand. Her drink was poured and she turned to lean her back and elbow on the bar table, she chugged her beverage in as few gulps as she could. 

Ale was the only medicine that could cure the type of fear only a wraith could inflict.

A satisfactory exhale and another round was ordered as she slid the bartender another couple of septims. The drink went down her throat smoothly and a silly smile began to peer from the corners of her lips. The alcohol sure was pick-me-up from the fraight she was still recuperating from.

Liquid courage is what she called it but in her case it was more like liquid arrogance. "I'm a professional witch hunter and I make my living solving the problems of cowards too scared to deal with the evils and nightmares of this world." She suddenly blurted.

A hiccup belowed as soon as the last syllable was uttered.
True to a lightweight tolerance the "courage" she consumed already began to take hold. It was all because of a wraith back at the Mouth of the Panther that had made her make quick dust on the trail here. She'd been running and walking for several hours now and it was all due to her being a spineless mudcrab when it came to almost any kind of dealings with the dead or undead

Her last statement sounded more heroic and honorable, and even a bit philosophical in her head. This was not the case as she foolishly gathered the attention of most patrons with her slurred loud mouthing. Now with the spotlight on her face, she walked over to the billboard of job listings. There were a few fetch quests, errands and even some wanted posters. Only one particular job captured her attention, it was of a zombified corpse that had been stalking and scaring the local folk in the village's nearby cemetery.

It wasn't that it was too much of a nuisance for the imperial guardsmen to be dispatched to deal with, no the simple case was that these people were left to take care of it on their own due to them dwelling so remotely. The problem was that most were either too superstitious or too scared to attempt the job. Zombies are not to be trifled with and could easily match a warrior and leave him just and limbless and disemboweled as they were. It was a certain danger that struck a personal nerve on Riona. Undead meant necromancy was at hand and that was something she could not forgive. 

Personal honor and vendetta drove her impulse to snatch the parchment off of the billboard and stuff it in one of her breast pockets. "Consider your pest g-gone folks, Riona Ga-l-s-sette is on the job!" She studdered loud and her heavy and uncoordinated steps lead her outside the main door just as night began to draw in. Half stumbling already, she set path towards the local graveyard marked on the listings map. It was clear she was on the thin line of tipsy and drunk already as she bumped into a few fence posts here and there.

Poor witchunter-to-be, oh what trouble awaits you.
I'm a writer.. in training at least. 

For a long time now I've been plagued with inspiration, ideas and dreams. My creative side has been boiling up inside me and I feel it needs some sort of a profound release. I think that this place could be the new sanctuary my mad ramblings and musings need be set free. 

On and off for years now I have written stories and short role-plays but never been fully committed to the craft. My life is busy, my schedule is often full and I don't have a lot of free time to spare …and yet, I find myself finally giving into temptation and decided to put pen to paper again. 

I have a few ideas rattling around in my brain eagerly waiting to be birthed.

Too long I've let time pass me by.. so why not then? Here's my attempt at role-playing once again. I hope to meet other great people here with the same vulnerability to writing exciting and imaginative stories as I am. 

It's a terminal condition, I can never escape the art of writing, not matter how much I try.
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