Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141115020857/@comment-11457306-20141115032501

Name:   Megan

Race: Breton

Gender:   Female

Age:   15

Weight/Height:   120 lbs, 5’6”

Appearance:   Megan

Magicka Value:   200

Magic Skills:   Apprentice in Destruction, and Restoration

Spells (Max 7):   Ignite, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Rune, Freeze;   Steadfast Ward, Healing Hands, Sun Fire

Powers/Abilities:   25% Magic Resistance/

Other Skills: (Max 7 minus # Magic Skills) Intelligence, Charisma,   Stealth acquired from her long journey from High Rock, One Handed (Use of dagger only)

Other items:   Her Mother’s Jewelry, Backpack and travel gear

Bio:   Megan is the daughter of a petty noble in High Rock, the middle child of 7. She was schooled in Magic by her mother, but her mother became ill of a wasting disease when she was about 12 so the schooling stopped. Her mother became bedridden when Megan was 13. During that time her father had an affair with a commoner. Megan found out about it just before her mother died, a couple of months after Megan’s 14th birthday. Her mother was barely gone a month before her father announced his plans to re-marry and move the woman into their house. He also told Megan that plans for her to attend the Arcane University in Cyrodiil were off the table. He had humored her mother but no daughter of his was going to go off and become a mage—he needed her to marry to another wealthy family and cement his political ties.

Megan was obviously upset and quite furious with her father and made plans. As the responsible daughter of the family, the task of running the household had fallen to her during her mother’s illness. She therefore had the keys. Determined that her mother’s jewelry would not fall into the clutches of the new wife, she cleared out the jewelry in the safe. She hid her sister’s portion and told the elder of the two where it was hidden and swore her to secrecy. Her sister readily agreed. She kept her own share. Over the course of the next week or so, she accumulated supplies, travel clothing and a knapsack and prepared for her departure. Then one night, she left when everyone was asleep.

Her journey to Cyrodill was long, arduous and fruitless. They laughed at her at the University and told her she was neither skilled enough or rich enough to afford the tuition, even if she sold every gem she had. Desperate, she turned toward Skyrim, where she had heard of the new Academy. She sold her mother’s emerald necklace in Solitude. It gave her enough to pay her first year’s tuition. After that, she did not know what she would do, but she was determined to succeed somehow. She arrived at the Academy only a few hours before the other students in the new class, after nearly a year long journey.