Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20151026000859/@comment-25127382-20151026175052

Name: Synea

Race: Breton

Gender: Female

Age: 21

Appearance: Long black hair. Dark grey-ish pupils. Overall pretty face. A huge scar down her back.

Skills(One Adept, Four Apprentice): Conjuration (Adept), Archery, One-Handed, Destruction, Restoration

Spells and/or Abilities(Up to 5): Phantom (Basically Revenent, but doesn't turn to ash unless burned to ash), Bound Bow, Bound Sword, Firebolt, Fast Healing

Equipment(Nothing too powerful): Black Mage Robes (Hooded, 50% magicka regen, -12,5% Conjuration cost), Black Boots, Black Gloves, Curved Steel Dagger

Back-up weapon (Wristbow? Hidden dagger? etc.): Long pin-like throwing knives, hidden in her boots and back. She also uses them as hairpins.

Accessory(Up to 2): Bone Hawk Amulet

Powers(Racial + 1 more max): Dragonskin, Life Reclaim (Once a day, touch required: Steals health from undead (including vamps) creatures 10hp/sec. Can absorb potentially all life, but as soon as she lets go, she cannot use it for a day, regardless of how much she absorbed. Does not immobilise target, making it difficult to use effectively mid-battle.)

Resistances(Racial + 1 more max): 25% Magic Resist (Racial), Fear Resist (100% resistant to fear effects. Other illusions/enchantments not affected.)

Weaknesses(mandatory, not optional, cannot be mental): 25% extra stagger from strong melee (power) attacks, 50% weakness to Two-Handed

Mental Weakness(highly mandatory): Dissociative Identity Disorder

Extra Items(Potions, Poultices.): 6 Potions of Magicka, 4 Potions of Resist Shock, one of each (filled) soul gem, and a large quantity of herbs and leaves (which she uses for tea, mainly)

Bio/Background: Born to the Reach, Synea's parents were heavily entwined with the Forsworn, and insisted that Synea fight the Nords alongside them. They wanted her to become a famous weapon of the Forsworn, popular among the Reachmen, and feared by the Nords.

<p style="font-weight:normal;font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">Alas, Synea was too weak, both physically and mentally. Her will in particular was so weak that she dared not thrust a blade at a dummy, much less snipe or stab a Nord. Her parents had an answer to this problem, in the form of abuse. Whenever she had disappointed them, they would beat her obsessively, eventually breaking her, both body and mind.

<p style="font-weight:normal;font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">It was cruel, but it presented results. Eventually the girl came to realise that she was on her own, and that Men and Mer alike were wretched things which would show her no compassion, and so she would show them no compassion in turn. Robbed of her innocence, she had vowed to never let emotion or compassion control her again.

<p style="font-weight:normal;font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">One day, she had blacked out for a long while, in which her conciousness was wrapped in a long, silent darkness. When she came to her senses, she witnessed her so-called family laying down before her, the aetherial blade that had ended them slowly but surely fading from her hand.

<p style="font-weight:normal;font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">She heard a phantom voice speaking to her. "Your bonds of blood are now broken, and as a result, we are all free!" For the first time in years, she laughed. Her blood, her blade, her hands. She found it all so very amusing. She laughed both day and night away.