Of Hircine and Ysgramor OOC/Puppet Thread

[alkonoststorm007]

Puppet List:

A) Regular Companions
-Njada Stonearm
-Ria
-Athis
-Torvar

B)The Circle
-Aela the Huntress (Fiery Firefly)
-Skjor (Alkonost Storm)
-Farkas (Fiery Firefly)
-Vilkas (JB)
-Kodlak Whitemane (Alkonost Storm)

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BIO: <--Profile Skeleton

NAME: Valyria Somnus
RACE: Imperial
AGE: 22
GENDER: Female
APPEARANCE:
-tanned skin
-reddish-brown hair (that one hair color in character creator that can't seem to decide if it's red or light brown), partially held up by a ponytail with two braids leading to it while the rest hangs down.
-gray eyes
-wears dark eyeshadow along with teal war paint, the design consisting of lines beneath the eyes and painted eyelids.
-usually wears robes and hoods, not really bothering with armor. On occasion she will wear light armor.
-Five feet, eight inches tall.
WEAPONS: Maces, Bows. Sometimes dual wields with swords or axes. Occasionally uses magic.
SKILLS: One-handed, archery, light armor, sneak, lockpicking, pickpocketing, speech, enchanting
BIO: A traveler from Cyrodiil, Valyria headed for Skyrim mainly out of wanderlust and a desire to get away from home where she is a daughter of a retired legionnaire and a noble. Even without that added pressure of trying to fit into high society, Valyria has always taken more to exploring and travel than to the comforts of luxury and home. It's not the first time she's gone traveling but so far her time in Skyrim is turning out to be an experience that will be unforgettable.

[JB]

NAME: Odius Eurydion
RACE: Imperial
AGE: 23
GENDER: Male
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WEAPONS: A sword. A bigassed longsword, the kind made for cleaving heads from shoulders.
BIO: Odius Eurydion wasn't always the shimmering hunk of marble Adonis he is today . . . okay, so maybe he was. No, seriously, he hit puberty about a decade in, and from then on, he had that broad-shouldered, Cro-Magnonesque body and commanding baritone. But, he wasn't always a wandering warrior of Skyrim. For almost all his life, Odius was on the outside looking in; born and raised in the northern Cyrodiilic city of Bruma, the son of a retired Imperial Guardsman and a local baker. As a child, his father always told him epic, fantastical stories of the great Nord people, the wandering barbarians across the border that had many a great adventure, and ended their days with a belly full of mead and a wench in their arms. While these stories were, of course, mostly farcical pieces of fiction, the young Odius was enthralled. He wanted to hop that wall himself, to this magical land of wonder and adventure, and experience for himself the action and glory of the adventurer's life. What began as a child's pipe dream, however, became a lifelong goal, and Odius did what he could to prepare himself; mostly chopping lots of kindling, bulking up, and even joining the Imperial Guard for a stint (a brief five months before he left, that is).
Now, with bigassed sword in hand and faithful, if not decrepit steed below him, Odius rides into the land of Skyrim with dreams of adventure, glory, and gold dancing in his head . . . let's hope it doesn't kill him in the process.