Name: Dar’ji
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Race: Khajiit
Who you're fighting for: Khajiit
Birthsign: Shadow
Skills – 10 max – non game skills allowed: Luck, Short Blade, Unarmoured, Acrobatics, Athletics
General Appearance:
A small mane framing her face, a not-so-bad looking Khajiit girl with large eyes.
Weapons: Long dagger
Armour/Clothing: Sack cloth clothing, small wooden buckler
Other Items: Necklace that she wears, it always fills her with courage and strong will.
Personality: Nice and friendly, but a lifetime of hiding and distrust has left her a quiet, shy individual, albeit very adventurous. However, when she makes a friend, she trusts and protects the laughably few she has. (Which is to say, none)
Brief History: She was born in the Herbalists shop down the road, it has of course changed owners now, but it is still her birthplace, anyway, her mother died when she was very small, and her father was not around very much, as a child she was always very scared, she was afraid of everything that went bump in the night. It got so serious to the point where she slept with a knife under her pillow, and she would grip the handle whenever something frightened her, and tried to seek comfort in its cold grip.
Her Father never knew of this, and she didn’t tell him, not until, the incident... Once, a thief broke into the house, her father was not home, and Dar’ji heard the window smash, and a loud footfall of an intruder.
She gripped the knife and snuck downstairs, trying as hard as she could to will herself to turn invisible, her birth power. She failed miserably, just like most of the things she had tried, she didn’t seem to have any talents whatsoever, except an uncanny ability to turn invisible, and her Khajiiti ability of night-eye.
She crept downstairs, dagger in hand, and the thief spotted her, he was a large Khajiit, looking back now, she could not remember his subspecies, the thief approached, eying Dar’ji’s knife, and muttered something under his breath pulling his own knife. Dar’ji almost dropped her own knife, whimpering, she tried to cry out, but no sound would come, he had silenced her! She struggled with resolve and fear, and eventually, when he the thief was preparing to strike, Dar’ji snapped, quickly lunging forward and ending the large Cats life.
She was not strong enough to move the large corpse, and ran away, before he father arrived home, that was when she discovered her killer knack for knife fighting. After a while, she returned to her father, who was surprised at her disappearance, and scared that the thief’s friends could have attacked her.
He was concerned that her weak will and fear would get her into similar situations, and gave her the Amulet, a family heirloom, Its magick energies can be channelled in various ways, and with abit of tweaking, he was able to change it to help her.
Reason for Fighting: She was always interested in the war, and wanted to join as an agent, but her father would never approve, when she was creeping through one of the alleyways, he saw a Dunmer who was threatening a Redguard, then an Imperial came and got shot, and for that brief second of hopelessness, the Dunmers eyes met hers and he grinned maliciously.
She ran, and when she heard the Imperials cry of pain, her amulet kicked in and she returned to the scene to see the Imperial finish the Dunmer with a quick knife slice. Dar’ji felt her heart pump, her mind race, it was exhilarating! She had never felt anything like it! She decided to join up with the band.
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