Name: Athrahil

Gender: Female

Race: Bosmer

Age: 38

Height: 5’9”

Faction: The New Pact

Rank: Scout and Healer

Appearance: At first glance she appears to be a pretty little thing; with her large golden eyes, high cheekbones, soft-pink lips, and delicate scooped noise, she seems almost better suited for a life of luxury instead of one in the wilds. On closer inspection however, her teeth are disquietingly sharp, her keen eyes too much like a wolf’s, and her movements somehow predatory in their deliberateness. She keeps her lean and light-skinned frame painted in red ocher, completely covering her hands, arms, feet, legs and neck. Her rich-brown hair hangs a mere inch above her shoulders in a cascade of waves, adorned with a scattering of assorted feathers tied into it.

Equipment: Blowpipe, poisoned blow darts, steel khukuri, hide shield, medic’s kit (contains gauze, needles, thread, truncates, etc.), a couple poultices, several strange tonics, a waterskin, animal fat, flint, and a mixture of red ocher in a sturdy jar.

(Apparel) Mended fur cuirass complete with shawl, leather greaves that end just below the knees, a belt with several wolf and foxtails hanging off the back, leather bracers, and huntsman’s moccasins with a small fringe of feathers sewn around the ankles.

When not in her armour --which is rare-- she usually runs about in a tattered woad robe.

Personality: Athrahil’s best described as spirited and a touch eccentric. Free with her affections and opinions, she’s known to be teasing and audacious with friends or strangers alike and is always ready for a good laugh, especially if it involves irony. Athrahil also adores nature and is something of a follower of Y’ffre; though she doesn't adhere strictly to his teachings, they do usually influence her ideas and actions to some degree.

Background: Born just outside Elden Root to environmentally minded Bosmeri parents (aren't they all?), Athrahil was brought up to live in harmony with the land, hunting and taking only what she needed. As a result, she has quite the knowledge of local flora and fauna, and is more than capable of hiding or moving stealthily amid forest. At the age of 24 she decided to become a guide to the wilds of Valenwood, sharing her love and knowledge of nature --she also saw it as a way to protect the uninitiated from the dangers of the forest while protecting the forests from their ignorance.

Around age 36 the Thalmor took an interest in Athrahil’s work as a guide and began to question her about it. This shortly escalated to accusations of treason, resulting in Athrahil’s detainment for several weeks and a full search and seizer of her property. Of course, at this time she was completely innocent --as statements from locals proved-- and was pardoned with her belongs returned to her, but Athrahil’s stay in prison had already done its damage.

Between the abuse and the thinly veiled threats she endured at the hands of the Thalmor, she realised she would've been tortured or put to death had no evidence been found to prove her innocent or guilty. It was at this revelation that she began to truly appreciate the state of fear many already felt living under Dominion rule, unable to ignore it any longer. The truth, as she was convinced, was that the Thalmor were out of control. Someone had to act.

In a desperate attempt to protect her family and friends, Athrahil cut off all ties with them in the most unpleasant of terms, praying the bad blood would distance them from her. She then waited a few months before slipping away to join the New Pact, a resistance group she’d heard whispers about.

Motives: She simply seeks freedom. To do what she wants with whom she wants without fear of making herself or her loved ones a target for harm. Since she’s unwilling to leave Valenwood to lead such a life, there was just one other option left...