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( REINTRODUCING! GRANDMA CHLOE! She's been slightly tweaked but heh. Name: 'Grandma Chloe' Race: Breton

Gender: Female

Class: Seer/Psychic/Shapeshifter. Dreamwalker.

Weapons: Wand. Mind. Hands. Staff. Club.

Armour and appearance: [Though older and a bit shorter]

Backstory: She is a reclusive old hermit. She is a seer. She puts Cicero to shame in terms of craziness. She is good at heart. Sheogorath has nothing to do with her crazy'pantsness. Dis bitches magic is impressive for an old lady. Now that that's done I'm gonna try to write a real story for her...

Long ago in an age well since past, there was a small town located in the middle of a mountain range. The village was famous for being the most prosperous despite being the smallest. One day a tribe of over one hundred goblins attacked the town. The townspeople in an instant began to flee fearing for their life and safety. Every one fled to the capital of the kingdom to seek shelter and possible reinforcements. Except A young Witch, A noble warrior, An extrordinary archer. And an enchantress who would later become An important factor in the world. The goblins in their bravado thought the small group of Heroes were barely a threat. How wrong they were, for when the party attacked the goblins had Met a force worth reckoning with. A battle erupted, which lasted Two days and two nights. The goblins were defeated all of them dead. They were hailed as heroes, This caught the attention of the deadra. To all of the heroes the deadra did tempt, But the heroes remained steadfast in their honor and refused the Demons offerings of great power, Wealth and other things. Over the course of time they settled down an had familys. They had Retired from adventuring and Beast slaying.. All but one, The young witch who, after the Battle was offered to help train a younger generation of mages. And she accepted but she always felt that her life was meaningless. One day she traveled out into a great forest Which would later become Whiterun. Whilst in the forest She stumbled apon an Ancient tome of knowledge. In it it explained how One could live for As long as they wanted. The only catch was she had to make sure for as long as she lived the book was not destroyed. She did the spell within the book. And then she outlived all her friends and family. She, then in her grief retreated into the southern parts of her land which would later be known as skyrim. She now lives in her cottage in the woods rarely venturing far from her secluded area. The spell had an unmentioned effect also over time large black Horns began to protrude from her head, Initially she despised the things but overtime came to love them. She sees them as a sign of her power and Long lived life. (yeah I know terrible but sure y'know yerself)

Personality: Crazy. Motherly. Loving. Wise. Powerful. Empathetic.

Allegiance: She doesn't concern her self with such matters. )

" Well, Well been a while since anyone visited granny."

The old creaked her old bones as she looked out into her garden which was absolutely grotest, at the moment, she waved a Hand Making a Sharp glow in nepht and manjas eyes. When the flash/glow was over they saw that the garden infact was truly beautiful, the doves had become little song birds who cheerily chirped about, the Ungrown crops were turned into Beautiful flowers of many different colours with butterfly's and other colourful creatures flying amongst it, there was also A a small pond on the other side of the garden, with small fish and water pixies swimming about it. " Oh sorry dearies, I have to keep that enchantment up to blend in, A lovely garden would look quite out of place in a dark gloomy forest now wouldn't it?" The woman smiled then gestured for the women to come in.