Name: Theloria Baren Andrano.
Gender: Female.
Race: Breton, with Aldmeri blood from her father's side.
Age: 26
Height: 5'4"
Eye Color: Turquoise
Hair Style: Theloria's hair borders on the line to white, with a very pale blue tone blended in. Her smooth locks of hair draqes across her face like curtains, and is let to hang loosely down to her waist. (Note, this is not her natural color, but a simple use of alchemy.)
Skin Color: Is rather pale, has an ivory tone to her skin.
Class: Similar to healers in many ways, a priestess has the knowledge of treating wounds and diseases, however their choice of actions in combat is different. A priestess such as Theloria relies on her speed and mobility to stay at range while attacking enemies with lethal bow shots. If severely outnumbered she will protect herself by casting a barrier, as well as using her spells of illusion to give her the upper hand.
Class Focus: Magic.
Major Skills: Restoration, Alchemy, Alteration, Light armor, Marksman and Illusion.
General Appearance: Theloria stands at 5'4", her full, yet slim figure is at most times concealed by her set of armor. Being born to a Breton and Altmer, Theloria has inherited her mother's appearence, and thus resembles a Breton. However, some of her father's features are noteble, such as her almond shaped eyes, which seem almost accenuated by the frame of dark lashes surrounding them, and her pointy, elven shaped ears. Theloria's rosebud lips stand out from her ivory skin, complimenting her face. In general, she has an ordinary Breton facial structure, the only unusual traits being her ears and odd hair color.
Tattoos/Scars: None.
Apparel Worn Most Often: Perhaps her most prized possesion is her armor. The armor itself is custom crafted, having once been her grand father's, and then passed down to Sarwen, who in turn gave it to Theloria. When compared, the armor holds some resemblence to the old armor the old god hero Almalexia's guards would wear. The cuirass holds a platnium color, with a cream white shawl decorating the collar. At the end of the cuirass hangs a pale blue skirt at the front and the back of the armor. Underneath her cuirass, her dark chain mail greaves cover her legs. The boots, holding the same color as the cuirass are light in weight, though the durabiltiy is sadly quite poor. Her gauntlets match the armor, and they cover up her arms. Although old, the armor makes it easy for Theloria to move in, and holds great sentimental value for Theloria, who wears it proudly.
Apparel worn least often: As for clothing, Theloria preffers to clothe herself in robes if not in her armor, her favorite being a rich, dark blue velvet robe, with embroided details. Also, her wedding ring, which she never takes off. The ring is made from rich ebony, with a carved diamond sitting on the top. Her husband wears an identical ring.
Weapons: An Elven styled longbow, along with a quiver filled with about 30 slim arrows.
Spells: Theloria has great knowledge of healing spells, as well as some basic Restoration spells, such as disease treatment. As a priestess, she does not use offensive spells, but rather rests her faith in offensive spells, such as barriers and paralyzing spells. However, she will only use these spells in grave situations, preffering to use her bow and arrows instead.
Mental Description: Theloria is a passionate, and an occasionally rash priestess. A caring soul to the core, she will do anything to protect those she has sworn to protect. When confronted by enemies, she does not hesitate to attack, and will not allow them to escape alive. Her modest and kind nature makes her easy going, though her biggest weakness may very well be her lack of thinking before acting and her deadly fear of the undead.
Biography: Born and raised in Mournhold, Theloria was the youngest of 3 children to the Mage and Priestess, Emerion and Sarwen. Having abondoned his extravagent life style upon meeting Sarwen, Emerion found a far more genuine happiness living in their small, but cosy home in Mournhold. Together they had 2 sons and 1 daughter, whom they named Theloria Bar?n, in honor of Emerion's mother and the famed previous queen of Morrowind, Barenziah.
Theloria had a peaceful and quiet upbringing, her mother would teach her all she knew of healing, and her father would lavish her with expensive books and occasionally, a teacher. Her brothers were far more older than her, and they had both left Morrowind, the elder brother going to the Arcane University in Cyrodill, and the younger one leaving to find his fame and fortune.
When she was 15, her father had been offered an oppurtunity of a life time, but it would require that he leave Morrowind all together. Sarwen, having admired him for giving up his previous life for her, agreed to join him to Firsthold. Theloria, who had been offered to join her eldest brother, decided to stay in Mournhold, taking over for her mother as a healer at the temple.
Theloria grew intruiged by the group of well armored priests who rarely were seen by the temple, and upon learning what they did, and what they would see, the young breton devoted herself to her newly found passion, and at the age of 21, she grew to become an adequate priestess. Still young and ripe however, she was not permitted the more dangerous duties, so she offered her services to the Mages Guild. She would protect the scholars with spells and healing, in exchange for experience, a fair bargain in her eyes.
On one of these expeditions, she came to meet and befriend Thaden, a Dumer spellsword. He was mainly associated with the fighter's guild, and was quite often hired to help clear out grounds for mages and scholars. Unlike any man she had ever grown to know, Theloria formed a deep, mutual friendship with Thaden, and after some years of companionship, the two were wed.
After her marriage to Thaden, Theloria broadened her services, and began to join Thaden on his duties, lending her aid to the fighter's guild when requested.
Name: Thaden Andrano.
Gender: Male.
Race: Dunmer.
Age: 35.
Height: 6'0"
Eye Color: Deep crimson, a trait all Dunmer share.
Hair Style: Thaden keeps his straight hair loose, the ends always neatly cut to his jaw-line. The fringe, reaching to about his cheek bone, is parted in the middle, brushed slightly aside to prevent the strains of hair from getting in his eyes. His hair has a dark shade of brown, and out in the sun, feint streaks of a lighter color is visible.
Skin Color: Dark, ash colored skin.
Class: Spellswords are trained for both spellcasting and melee combat, making them decent fighters. Not as strong as warriors, they are certiantly more nimble, and flexible. Spellswords rely mostly on spells, preffering the schools of destruction and alteration rather than using weapons. Valued and often hired for work, many spellswords become mercanaries, or fortune seekers.
Class Focus: Magic.
Major Skills: Long blade, Block, Medium/Light Armor, Destruction and Alteration.
General Appearence: Dark skin adorns this elf, although among other Dunmer his skin tone would appear ordinary. His deep red eyes shimmer with a vast lust for knowledge. Some of Thaden's bolder features is the large forhead, strong nose (Although slightly crooked, after having it broken twice.) and slim face. His arched brows tend to furrow slightly, and his lips rest with an amused, perhaps even self-satisfied smirk. Despite his somewhat rough first glance looks, Thaden still retains much of his youthful appearence, and when free of blood and filth on his face, some might even consider him to be handsome.
Tattoo's/Scars: Has a few old scars on his arms, though they are vaguely visible.
Apparal worn most often:Thaden's armor is the result of pieces of armor found by a bandit here and there, or an occasional gift, which has been put together to make his "set". The darkened bonemold cuirass fits him well, matching his rough leather boots and bonemold gauntlets. His greaves are made from fine chainmail, appearing quite dark, black even, in color. Thaden "can" stand his ground in heavier armor, but preffers wearing medium or light, choosing more flexibility and agile movements apposed to being a walking box of tin.
Underneath his cuirass he wears an extravagent brown shirt, along with dark pants tucked neatly into his boots. Worn on a thin chain around his neck, is an ebony ring, gemmed with a single diamond on the top. The ring, detailed and quite fair, is his wedding band. Having them made by an old friend, he gave the other to his wife, who wears it on her finger.
Weapons: Thaden's choice of weapon is his magicka, preffering to conjure bolts of fire rather than have to draw his sword. He does however keep his Silver broadsword holstered at his side at all times. The sword itself was a gift from one of his employes, the beautifully cut blade shimmers against the light, and Thaden keeps it sharp enough to slice even an Alkanet petal in two.
Spells: Thaden holds a good grasp over Destruction spells, preffering to hurl fire spells at his foes. Apart from that, he knows some basic Alteration spells, such as opening mediate locks.
Mental Description: Proud and intelligent, Thaden never hesitates to speak his mind, be that an honest opinion, a sarcastic remark or simply a random observation. Quick to spring at the slightest nasty remark this Dunmer has a temper to match a Kagouti in mating season. Like many Dunmer, he is reserved around others at first, but will learn to trust them over time. When his trust is clear, he shows to be a dedicated and caring person, and will fight by his friends side to the end.
Biography: Thaden was the only child of an elder farmer couple in Vos. Not believing she would ever carry a child, his mother, who had grown up as an Ashlander, would pray to Azura, begging her to bless her with a child for years, and was 60 by the time it happened.
Life in Vos was quiet and uneventful, but it was a good life, and Thaden lived in peace with his parents, often adventuring out in the Grazelands with scouts and hunters.
From an early age, Thaden was always fascinated by the tales he heard from travellers and adventurers who would stop by the local trader's house for the night, and along with his friends, would practice sword fighting out in the Grazelands. Longing for a real sword to wield, rather than the old wooden stick, Thaden saved all his earnings, and despite his parents wishes to settle down and become a farmer, left Vos to become an adventurer.
The years from then on went by as a breeze for Thaden. He signed up for the fighter's guild, and any gold he made, went straight to buying books and to persuade Spellswords from the mages guild to teach him what they knew. Becoming a fortune and knowledge seeker, Thaden travelled with his comrade, Malech, around Vvardenfell, performing duites and offering to help those they passed by.
Thaden eventually pledged his loyality to House Redoran, and after 15 years, became a House Brother.
As luck would have it, Thaden was offered a large sum of septims, if he guarded 3 of the mages guild's scholars through some ancient, newly discovered ruins. It was here he came to meet Theloria Baren, a young priestess who like him, was hired by the mages guild. Smitten and amused by the girl, the two quickly formed a geniune friendship, which eventually led to them becoming husband and wife.
"Gah! How are we supposed to find anyone here? You can barely even see the damn Nords, they blend right in with the fetching snow!"
A very frustrated Thaden leaned his back against the wooden walls of the local "Get cheap booze, women and beds" inn, Olav's Tap and Tack. The weather was chilling, as it was most of the year up in the Jerall Mountains region. Thaden, who was feeling somewhat ignored, glared suspiciously at any Nord who walked passed him. If even one more Nord said "Seen any elves?" to him again, there would be hell to pay.
"Oh shush, do I have to remind you that it was your idea to take to the right? If we had just gone left at the crossing, we would be here on time. And stop glaring like that! You'll make everyone think you're some mad man about to turn the whole town red! Now, let's just focus on finding Captain Burd, okay?"
With a partly offended look on his face, Thaden shruged his shoulders at Theloria, "Whatever. Let's just hurry up, I'm freezing my buttocks off."
Laughing, Theloria let her attention fall back on the letter clutched in her hands. By coincidence, a friend of theirs in Skingrad had told them of the odd rumours, and that Bruma were hiring mercanaries, or anyone capable of the job really. This had poked Theloria's curiousity, who immediately had insisted on travelling to Bruma. Thaden on the other hand was not pleased by this at all, and refused to let Theloria forget so.
Frowning, Thaden gazed around him.
In the heat of his inner ranting, Thaden had not even noticed that Theloria had wandered off, appearently having spotted Burd. Yet again, he was feeling rather ignored. This was not proving to be a good day. With a defeated sigh, Thaden took off after Theloria, hoping that she had indeed found Burd this time.
» Fri May 27, 2011 9:58 am 
Don't worry though, I still love you kids. 
