» Wed Aug 31, 2011 5:29 pm
this is for a skyrim character but on ob im playing as Darnys, one of the main characters in this...
Name: Minia (Mini-a)
Race: Redgaurd/Nord (Half breed)
Apperance: Very buitiful, tall, brown hair to her waist, Grey eyes ( a sign of grace and inteligence)
Combat-Style: Spellblade
Favored Weapons: Longswords, Destruction Magic, and bows (even though she's not very good with them)
Major-Skills: One-hand, Destruction, Restoration, Blacksmithing, Bows, Light Armor, and Athletics
Biography: One quiet night, a baby was born to the name of Minia. Her Nord mother, Barri was so happy to have a healthybaby girl, and even
though her father, a Redgaurd by the name of Waylas, had wanted a son, he was happy with the birth of his daughter.
Minia lived in Cheydinhal until the age of ten, when she was sent to the fighter's guild to advance on some talents her parents had
seen in her since a young age. She was as agile as a cat, as good with a blade as the boys twice her age, and had higher inteligence. They knew if
she honed her talents she could be the most respected warrior in all of Cyrodil.As many would guess, she was soon becoming a star pupil to the
trainers in the fighter's guild. The boys were tired of being bested by a girl, and would bully her in groups too large for her superior skill to handle.
Because of this she began to visit the local smith to become his apprentice, but only in the time she wasn't in class at the fighter's guild.
Soon her strength was becoming more impressive than it was before, because of the intense work at the smithy's shop. One day,
very close to to advancing to the next rank, the boys had had enough. One of them snuck in her room and struck her in the back of the head
with a club. They took her a river a long while from the city, and threw her in.
She awoke two days later in a strange cabin, and it seemed to be empty. Slowly she stood up on her weakened legs, and walked outside
to find her savior. His name was Darnys, and he was a kind old Nord that lived alone in his hut, out in the forest. He explained that only a very
blessed person could have survived that torrent, and that he thinks the devines have a glorious duty in store for her.Over the next two years Minia
blossomed into a buitiful woman that would drop most men to their knees. During this time she lived with Darnys was teaching her the powers of
destructive magic, and the skill of Restoration magic.
One day when she was working on honing her fire spells, Danys left to get a pale of water for them to drink. While he was going to the well,
Minia's magic got out of hand. She tried using all of her intellect, and magical powers to stop her newlycreated forest fire, but it was too much for her
to handle. She ran from the fire, and caught up to Darnys. His tired old lungs weren't able to handle the smokey trap, and he was dead on the forset floor.
She grabbed his body and continued to run until she was clear of the forest. Once out, Minia cried over the body of Darnyss, who was more of a father to
her than her real father. She dug him a nice grave, and forged him a simple tombstone from a large rock. She scavenged for what food she could find, while
the fire burned itself out. She made her way to the burned cabin to see if she could find her trusty longsword Akoraan, the last sword she had forged in
Cheydinahal.
After a night's rest she made her way up the river she had been thrown into two years before. She was back in Cheydinhal. She found her place still
open in the fighters guild. The boys say the new Minia, butiful and powerful at the same time, and they were ashamed at what they had done. One frisky nord
snuck into her room one night several weeks later, with VERY ill intentions. She awoke to the sight of a half-naked Nord boy looming over her. Frightened half to
death, she screamed, but this was no ordinary scream. It came from deep inside her, liked a beast had been waken from it's slumber. A single word, in a language
she didn't even know, sent a shockwave of energy from her mouth. This sent the drunken nord's ragdoll flying through the ceiling sending splinters and blood everywhere.
Knowing she wasn't safe there anymore, she ran from the guild, only her sword Akoraan by her side. She ran through the city as fast as she could, and hid in the chapel.
Minia fell asleep and was awaken by a priest, wondering why a bloodied woman is curled up behind his alter. She told him the story, and he offered her a place to stay. She kindly declined.
Minia ran out of the now-open gates and was chased by gaurds who now had heard the reports from the fighters guild.
She slowly Moved north, taking her time, but not going too slow. Finally she reached Skyrim, and was soon arrested, because her infamy had spread past Cyrodil. Now, on the day of her execution,
the real story begins...
