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FriskieForsworn wrote: Moonunitiv wrote: FriskieForsworn wrote: Name: Ska'i Silvamyst

Race: Khajiit

Gender: Female

Age: Est; Twenty

Appearance(height/weight): Est; 5'2" (You'd ask a woman her weight? Heh, I jest, somewhere around one-hundred lb).

Armor: Nightingale style, but with dark purple tendril designs. No shoes/boots.

Weapons: Dwemer crossbow (Not enhanced), several dwemer bolts (Forty if you can count them under her cloak).

Powers: Slow time (second word; if no shouts, then when crouching she almost disappears completely.) Uncanny Marksman, Night vision (Racial).

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:16.5pt;background:black;"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Helvetica",sans-serif;color:red">Spells: Close wounds.

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:16.5pt;background:black;"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Helvetica",sans-serif;color:red">Misc. items: a silver necklace of an arrow (which is actually a bolt, but arrows are more known

<p style="margin:0in0in0.0001pt;line-height:16.5pt;background:black;"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Helvetica",sans-serif; color:red">Bio: " Black as night, eyes of moon, not born to fight, but is typhoon... " ~Tara'gon Silvamyst. Born and was dumped to grow up with a few dune wildcats until she realized she was more evolved than them and began wandering on her own when they lived their lives to the end. Eventually she met another Khajiit in the dunes and learned how to live as a khajiit, building an uncanny knack to sneak and steal as he did. Soon, they were forced to flee from Elsweyr when the Thalmor began their take-over, her Khajiit friend was slain and he gave her his prized possessions. She then knew how to feel emotions, from before they weren't part of her life. Now a loathing for the Thalmor drives her to better herself as a professional crossbow marksman.

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:16.5pt;background:black;"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Helvetica",sans-serif;color:red">Spec. Notes: Uncanny marksman, tends to stick to the darker sides of the room. Keeps her hood over her face. Has a thick romanian accent.

<p style="margin-top:0in;line-height:16.5pt;background:black;"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Helvetica",sans-serif; color:red">Ska'i moves into the Bannered Mare and quitely attempting to avoid attention, she steps to the darker side of the room and leans against the wall, crossbow in her hands against her thigh, ready for '' anything. ''

<p class="MsoNormal">  ( My next post won't be this weird, had some copy-paste issues ) (as i suggested to someone else with the same problem, try pasting it into word and changing its colour. Use paste text only. unless you don't use word. then you might have to try something else.) (I did use word, but as I said, that I hope will be the only time I use copy-paste. Thanks for the update!) <p class="MsoNormal">(Here you go)

<p class="MsoNormal">Name: Ska'i Silvamyst

<p class="MsoNormal">Race: Khajiit

<p class="MsoNormal">Gender: Female

<p class="MsoNormal">Age: Est; Twenty

<p class="MsoNormal">Appearance(height/weight): Est; 5'2" (You'd ask a woman her weight? Heh, I jest, somewhere around one-hundred lb).

<p class="MsoNormal">Armor: Nightingale style, but with dark purple tendril designs. No shoes/boots.

<p class="MsoNormal">Weapons: Dwemer crossbow (Not enhanced), several dwemer bolts (Forty if you can count them under her cloak).

<p class="MsoNormal">Powers: Slow time (second word; if no shouts, then when crouching she almost disappears completely.) Uncanny Marksman, Night vision (Racial).

<p class="MsoNormal">Spells: Close wounds.

<p class="MsoNormal">Misc. items: a silver necklace of an arrow (which is actually a bolt, but arrows are more known

<p class="MsoNormal">Bio: "Black as night, eyes of moon, not born to fight, but is typhoon..." ~Tara'gon Silvamyst. Born and was dumped to grow up with a few dune wildcats until she realized she was more evolved than them and began wandering on her own when they lived their lives to the end. Eventually she met another Khajiit in the dunes and learned how to live as a khajiit, building an uncanny knack to sneak and steal as he did. Soon, they were forced to flee from Elsweyr when the Thalmor began their take-over, her Khajiit friend was slain and he gave her his prized possessions. She then knew how to feel emotions, from before they weren't part of her life. Now a loathing for the Thalmor drives her to better herself as a professional crossbow marksman.

<p class="MsoNormal">Spec. Notes: Uncanny marksman, tends to stick to the darker sides of the room. Keeps her hood over her face. Has a thick romanian accent.

<p class="MsoNormal">Ska'i moves into the Bannered Mare and quitely attempting to avoid attention, she steps to the darker side of the room and leans against the wall, crossbow in her hands against her thigh, ready for anything.

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