Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150516130656/@comment-24075018-20150519042354

((Scrapping my first idea and going with this.))

Name: Dar'Mi

Race: Khajiit

Gender: Female

Age: Twenty six

Appearance: Dar'Mi possesses a light physique, and is smaller than most khajiit. Her face has a semi-soft, kittenish look to it. Her face and body are striped in black, and her fur is stark white. Her eyes are yellow, and she has a black ponytail (a human style she found she quite liked) down her head and back. Some thin strands of wood are woven into the 'tail.

Skills(1 Master, 2 Expert, 3 Adept): Archery (M), One-Handed, Light Armor (E), Speech, Acrobatics, Hand to Hand (A)

Spells(Max 8): Healing

Powers(Racial + 1 more max):

Equipment: 

Dark green, lightish brown, and dark black armor fashioned for hunting in the woods 

Cloak of various shades of green 

Black Crossbow

Eight small, easily concealed steel daggers

Two Steel blades that are a mix between dagger and sword and can be dual wielded

Bio: Dar'mi was born into one of the Khajiit caravans in Skyrim. It was the largest Khajiit caravan by far, and the richest. However, a bandit clan learned of their riches and mounted a furious attack on the hapless cats. They were slaughtered, except for Dar'Mi and her mother. Her mother fled with the three year old Dar'mi into the woods near Falkreath, and built a home there. As she grew, and her mother got older, Dar'mi learned to hunt all sorts of beasts to provide for the house.

Eventually, they moved to the warmer, more plentiful Cyrodiil. Dar'mi still hunted, but she also now would sell food to the vendors in the city and do some jobs that required hunting down dangerous creatures. She had made quite a living for herself and her dear mother.

Dar'mi's mother died at fifty, and there was great mourning. Dar'mi mourned the greatest, but as time wore on for another four years, the sadness diminised. One day, while on a routine meat-pelts-and-whatnot selling spree, a group of strange undead broke into the shop she was in and devoured the owner. She escaped and made her way to the rooftops. That is where her story begins.