Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-69.42.184.214-20180708014448

Robyn is wandering the wilderness just west of Riverwood, sneaking around searching for game to prey upon. Hunting Bow in hand her head half shaved with hair to her neck a dark orange in color a shade darker then her skin she feels the breeze coming up the mountian from the river. Her studded leather armour smells of the natural outdoors with hide bracers and boots she hunts her prey with prowess, pride and passion. Enjoying the shades of green of the grasses and the tall evergreen trees how they blended into the greys of the stone that line the riverbanks and carve up the hills to the white tips of the mountians.

The day is young and although Skyrim is not her homelane she feels quite comfortable with her situation. After an anset of amnesia she fails to remember her life before Skyrim except escaping the ship filled with pirates or mauradeers of some sort. Robyin did not ask any questions to the scum she woke up to naked in their ship not but a year ago fighting her way to the deck where she escaped with nothing but the skin on her back. A somewhat fear of the water has lead her to seek refuge among the trees more inland, a rational conclusion given her situation. 