Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32420582-20150502020346/@comment-32420582-20150503055623

(All approved, also time to get this story movin'.)

Name: Syberelie

Race: Breton Altmer cross breed

Gender: Female

Age: 25

Appearance: This

Skills: Long Blade (M), Medium Armor (E), Acrobatics (E), Athletics (E, Gonna give up all my adepts.)

Spells: Flames, Frostbite, Sparks, Fire Bolt, Freeze, Ice Spike, Ignite, Lightning Bolt, Healing and Healing Hands. Ice Sword and Ice Lance.

Powers: Racial and Eyes of Hunter (Passive, user is able to see in the dark without a light source.)

Resistances: Racial.

Weaknesses: Gets tired easily.

Mental Weakness: Has a fear of being captured and also is very prideful and never turns down a challenge.

Faction: None.

Bio/Background: TBR.

Poltical Ties/Loyalties: None.

Moral Alignment: Netural. (Has Anti-Hero tendencies.)



Skyrim-Cyrodiil, in the Rift...

Many corpses littered the ground, blood pooling around them, they were bandits by the looks of them. There were Riften Guards lying dead as well, no survivors but one, a woman was slumped against a tree, arrows in both her shoulders, one in her right leg, she wore leather armor that had some armor plating on for protection but not completely giving up mobility.

Her breathing was uneven and light, signalling she wouldn't survive long without aid. Her hands were scorched, basically screaming she over used fire magic in this battle, she had also lose a lot of blood. A stone sword was at her side, most likely one that she got from a dead bandit to defend herself.

The blood around and on her was not fresh, it was about a day old, as were the bodies a day old.

