Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170524151815/@comment-25073873-20170525120107

She had travelled a long distance from home, having come to Skyrim, seeking perhaps her fortune. Unlike her blessed brother, she was pretty much talentless in the power of magic, and she was even inferior in the art of swordplay. Perhaps it was her fate to be born inferior and weak, and perhaps she should have became a stereotypical Breton lady or even an educator, given the tuition fees her brother had spent on her.

She was Elaine Theranys, the direct younger sister of the battlemage Elric Theranys, however his name was spelled. Elaine had long grew tired of attending school and lessons after she reached 18, and instead decided she was going to try and follow her brother's footsteps, training herself with whatever talent she could muster.

Elaine herself really went nowhere, her brother and even his friends defeating her again and again when she tried. She never really fitted in with them despite her brother being quite nice ... if he managed to keep his annoyance at her incompetence at bay. There were many times where he had simply told her to get a simple day job to support their mother, but Elaine had refused at every turn, for she wanted to see the world.

Having come to Skyrim for a break from her family for now, Elaine had simply decided to have a look around. She had been travelling around the place for a while already, and knew the major cities well enough. And at that moment she had walked into Kynesgrove, complaining about the snow as she entered the inn.