Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32935955-20170824061639



Race: Khajiit, Vampire Lord



Gender: Female



Name: Daro’Selenia  (Dah-ro Sehl-ehn-ee-ah) (Daro in Khajiit means “Thief” or other sneaky stuff)



Age: 127



Class: Assasin (Sneak, One Handed, Illusion, dabbles in Destruction and Conjuration a tad.)



<p dir="ltr" style="font-weight:normal;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;line-height:1.38;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-weight:400;font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(239,239,239);white-space:pre-wrap;">Backstory: Grew up very poorly in Elsweyr, due to being kicked out from her Tribe due to an “unsavory” future prediction. Wandered around Elsweyr begging for money most time, and grew to hate living things in general since nothing living ever helped her. She got stuck in an abandoned crypt after someone locked her in there to shut her up, where the Spirits there (thankfully friendly) told her stories. She returned to the crypt often, and in exchange for stories and protection she would bring them gifts with what little extra money she had. The spirits weren’t happy when people came chasing after her for being a beggar. Eventually, she was forced out of the crypt when it was forcefully demolished by the Thalmor to suppress the Khajiit and gain more power over them.

<p dir="ltr" style="font-weight:normal;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;line-height:1.38;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-weight:400;font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(239,239,239);white-space:pre-wrap;">Eventually found her way to Skyrim through stowing away any Caravan she could find. She grew to be a thief, sneaking into people’s houses and stealing everything of value before leaving without a trace. Eventually, she was caught stealing from the previous Thane of Solitude. She grabbed a dagger from nearby, and killed the Thane before he was able to report her. Turns out he had a Dark Brotherhood bounty on him, and the Brotherhood (more powerful at the time) seemed to be impressed by her skill with a blade.

<p dir="ltr" style="font-weight:normal;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;line-height:1.38;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-weight:400;font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(239,239,239);white-space:pre-wrap;">Inviting her to join the Sanctuary, she did, completing numerous low-risk targets and maybe one or two high risk ones before being caught again. Sent to be executed, she picked the lock and made it out, though not without having to kill a guard or two.

<p dir="ltr" style="font-weight:normal;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;line-height:1.38;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-weight:400;font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(239,239,239);white-space:pre-wrap;">Deciding she couldn’t go back to the Brotherhood (which was rapidly failing at this point), she decided to explore, and went back to being a petty thief stealing trinkets for coin to pay for her solo expeditions. Rarely at this time was she happy, but still she remained fascinated with death and creating it. Her favorite places to explore and loot were the Nord burial sites, where it was impossibly quiet, and nothing moved but her.

<p dir="ltr" style="font-weight:normal;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;line-height:1.38;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-weight:400;font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(239,239,239);white-space:pre-wrap;">Selenia was hired by someone to steal some valuable books from a library, and told to do so at her own discretion. To prevent being caught, she quietly killed everyone inside. She didn’t lose any sleep for it, the living were awful. As she took the books from the shelves and cases, she noticed one stuffed into the back behind a book on something called a “Wabbajack” and and another on Aedra and Daedra. The book was a vampire guide, such as the causes, effects, and powers of the numerous types of Vampires.

<p dir="ltr" style="font-weight:normal;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;line-height:1.38;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-weight:400;font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(239,239,239);white-space:pre-wrap;">The book told of a place in Hammerfell where the blood of a Vampire lord was stored, mummified in the sand so that it would never rot away, forever preserved. Selenia stole the book, keeping it and poring over every minor detail she could find on the Vampires. Eventually, using the money from months of travel, she arranged passage to Hammerfell to find this Vampire lord, maybe sell the body, it would be worth a lot.

<p dir="ltr" style="font-weight:normal;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;line-height:1.38;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-weight:400;font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(239,239,239);white-space:pre-wrap;">When she found the body, it was buried beneath the sand, no coffin or tomb to preserve it, merely buried unevenly in the sand. She dug up the body, exposing it to the night air. It was an elf, half turned between Lord form and mer form. On it was an amulet made of glass, through which a small pool of blood sat, still wet after years in the sand. Perhaps it was enchanted.

<p dir="ltr" style="font-weight:normal;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;line-height:1.38;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-weight:400;font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(239,239,239);white-space:pre-wrap;">Selenia took the amulet, holding it up to the moon to let the light refract through it, red shadows being cast over her face. She looped it around her neck, for safe keeping and to make sure she wouldn’t lose it on the treck back. It would be worth a fortune.

<p dir="ltr" style="font-weight:normal;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;line-height:1.38;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-weight:400;font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(239,239,239);white-space:pre-wrap;">But the Vampire lord wasn’t dead. With a start, he rose from his grave, blasting Selenia with mind magic. Caught off guard, she fell to her knees. She looked up at the malformed beast. His <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(239,239,239);text-decoration-line:line-through;white-space:pre-wrap;">horrid <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(239,239,239);white-space:pre-wrap;"> perfectly shaped ears, his <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(239,239,239);text-decoration-line:line-through;white-space:pre-wrap;">malformed <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(239,239,239);white-space:pre-wrap;">textured fangs. She couldn’t help but <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(239,239,239);text-decoration-line:line-through;white-space:pre-wrap;">despise <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(239,239,239);white-space:pre-wrap;">love him. He said he had not fed in a long time, and she would be the first of his new empire. She nodded, <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(239,239,239);text-decoration-line:line-through;white-space:pre-wrap;">terrified <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(239,239,239);white-space:pre-wrap;"> enthralled by his very presence.

<p dir="ltr" style="font-weight:normal;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;line-height:1.38;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-weight:400;font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(239,239,239);white-space:pre-wrap;">He leaned over to bite her, to make her his, and she gave her neck over <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(239,239,239);text-decoration-line:line-through;white-space:pre-wrap;">while struggling to stay herself <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(239,239,239);white-space:pre-wrap;"> willingly, and with no questions.

<p dir="ltr" style="font-weight:normal;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;line-height:1.38;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-weight:400;font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(239,239,239);white-space:pre-wrap;">As his fangs began to cut into her fur, she twitched, pushing away rapidly, slashing at him with her puny iron dagger. The Vampire Lord seemed unaffected, merely chuckling with amusement. He said that worked for him too. Selenia scrabbled backwards, grasping at something to hit him with as the Vampire raised his claw to tear out her heart.

<p dir="ltr" style="font-weight:normal;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;line-height:1.38;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-weight:400;font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(239,239,239);white-space:pre-wrap;">She grabbed, by lucky chance, a lantern. His claw came down and she smashed it into his face. His claw still struck her, but weakly. It smashed through the amulet, cutting several centimeters deep into her chest. The lantern and it’s oil burned the Vampire Lord, weakened from his time in the sand. She grabbed the other, unlit lantern she had brought, and threw that at him too. The flames engulfed him, and screamed as his half-transformed flesh burned off, leaving nothing but a corpse.

<p dir="ltr" style="font-weight:normal;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;line-height:1.38;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-weight:400;font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(239,239,239);white-space:pre-wrap;">Selenia collapsed to the ground, very near to her heart pierced by the claws. She lie on her back, staring at the moon as the blood pooled in her chest wound, spilling out onto the sand. She held up the broken amulet, giving an annoyed sigh and letting it drop back to her chest. She closed her eyes, and went to die in her sleep.

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<p dir="ltr" style="font-weight:normal;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;line-height:1.38;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-weight:400;font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(239,239,239);white-space:pre-wrap;">Except she didn’t die. The blood in the amulet had mixed with hers. She was not a pure Vampire Lord, but she had the power of one regardless. She awoke the next night, alive, but changed. The first thing she sought, was blood. Tons and tons of blood, her fangs so big they leapt from her mouth like daggers, and her fur turned so pale it was white as snow. They say the nearest camp to her disappeared that night.

<p dir="ltr" style="font-weight:normal;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;line-height:1.38;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-weight:400;font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(239,239,239);white-space:pre-wrap;">Eventually, she returned to Skyrim, finding an old abandoned fort with a maze of catacombs beneath it. She made this her home. And that is the home she continues to have, to this very day. She was newly powerful, but still far more mortal than any other vampire.

<p dir="ltr" style="font-weight:normal;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;line-height:1.38;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-weight:400;font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(239,239,239);white-space:pre-wrap;">Her wound never healed, being the entry point of the blood, a path straight to her heart. She hated fire from the start, but hated it more now, weak to it like all others. She was weak to melee attacks, being slim and wearing only a Black Painted Thalmor chestplate for armor, the rest being cloth. Regardless, she remains a master assasin, only amplified by her vampirism, and can turn invisible and quiet at will. Do not let her sneak up on you, one hit from her dagger will be your last.

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<p dir="ltr" style="font-weight:normal;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;line-height:1.38;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-weight:400;font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(239,239,239);white-space:pre-wrap;">Some say she’s one of the most powerful Vampires in Skyim. Assuming of course this isn’t just some old tale, told to prevent children from running into the woods.

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<p dir="ltr" style="font-weight:normal;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;line-height:1.38;text-indent:36pt;"> ((Welp there I go making a new character gj.) <ac_metadata title="Just another OC among the others. And a Vampire, at that."> </ac_metadata>