Speak rover! speak!

I call dibs on the Dunmeri Ex-slaver guide person.

I'll work on a CS when I have some spare time. Work has really been slamming me lately.

When is this RP set? How long after the events of KSS? Cause I saw something about a ship needing a helmsman, and I have the perfect character in mind for things involving steering ships ...

Story said during the events of KSS.

Darn it. Oh well ... guess I need to create a new character then.

And speaking of character sheets, meet the Navigator. Or, rather, the cranky living arcane GPS.

Name: Navigator Anelia
Age: Somewhere in her mid-twenties, as far as her appearance allows her to conjecture (such mundane things as keeping track of her age having slipped her mind already, apparently)
Race: Imperial (Nibenese)
Gender: Female
Birthsign: The Mage

Appearance: ‘Scrawny’ is the best way to sum Anelia up, thin and short as she is. Some might say she even looks undernourished; the navigator herself will have none such mundane explanations in her life, insisting instead it is because of the amount of time spent meditating on and reaching out through arcane energies, which weakens her physical anchor. Whatever the case, she is hardly the model of athleticism, however is surprisingly durable for all that, being able to pull her weight in protracted journeys on foot in less than favourable conditions, heat in particular doing little to bother her. That might be due to being accustomed to such climates, what with growing up in the Nibenay and having the slightly darker skin than a Colovian Imperial’s to show for it – along with the far more obvious indication of her ethnicity, the fact that her entire upper body is covered in tattoos of a clearly Nibenese design.

Bright green in colour, the wavy shapes curl around her arms and up her neck, stopping short of covering her face, interrupted in places by a second layer of tattoos – these being far less graceful and more ominous black Daedric letters, scattered seemingly randomly over her body, including a small ‘N’ on her brow. It can be noted, by looking at her thin, straight eyebrows, that it isn’t straight in the centre, being slightly to the right of the middle. Dark blue eyes sit beneath said eyebrows (which themselves are pitch black in colour, just as her hair that is most often tied into a short tail), their colour slightly diluted, as most people discover themselves describing it as to their surprise – from underuse, of all things. That does not make them any less capable of taking on an angry glint when they are in use, which, combined with her snub nose, pronounced cheekbones and thin lips that are usually smirking or pressed tightly together angrily, sufficiently convey her short fuse.
Height: 5’6

Clothing / armour: When the navigator deigns to leave her cabin, she is most often seen wearing a light blue robe, simple and plain enough save perhaps for a spot of silver trimming along the collar. Chances are pretty good that when Anelia does emerge, she will be wearing a simple white bandana over her eyes; invariably, no matter what the situation might be, she is also always with her seven amulets of varying shapes and sizes – two silver lockets, one slightly larger than the other and both hanging from slim chains of the same material, one larger golden medallion on a plain iron chain, three gemstones – two slim green ones and one rounder, bright crimson one – hanging from simple pieces of cord and a simple iron Daedric ‘O’ on a chain of silver. Rather more disturbingly, from each of her wrists hangs a black soul gem, tied to a silver chain. She cannot be bothered to hide the fact they are both filled, as their faint cold glow makes amply clear.
Weapons: None; she makes no effort to hide her contempt for mundane weapons, and if she does consider them useful in a tight spot, that is a sentiment hidden deep, *deep* within.

Background: Woefully little does the navigator reveal of her former life; about the only things that can be inferred is that she is of Nibenese descent and spent the majority of her life in that region of Cyrodiil, and that she had a sister. Even most of the crew knows no more of her now than when they first encountered Anelia as a passenger aboard their ship, one who picked up on the unique nature of the vessel very quickly and wasted no time in demanding to be made part of the crew; a conversation with the captain later, she was hired with no questions asked. Most do not attempt to find out more about her than that, for understandable reasons – pestering her about her life is one of the many reliable ways to tick the navigator off.