Bellawrath{wip}

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Bellawrath

Age: -- Around twenty
Gender: -- Female
Species: -- Orsimer
Birthplace: -- Somewhere in Hammerfell
Current Residence: -- Skyrim
Birthday: -- Unknown day in Last Seed
Sexuality: -- Heterosexual
Religion: -- Nonreligious
Guardian Stone: --
Faction: -- Imperial Legion
Faction Position: If any.

Superior Ability:

-- Smithing

Two Strongest Abilities:

-- Heavy Armor
-- Two-Heanded

Strong Abilities

-- Enchanting
-- Lockpicking
-- Speech

Weak Abilities:

Weak

-- Alchemy
-- Block
-- One-Handed


Not overly developed ( has not worked to develop much on them and are weaker then her weak skills. Things she doesn't care for or don't use often.. etc.)

-- Illiusion
-- Conjuration
-- Destrustion
-- Restortaion
-- Alteration
-- Archery
-- Light Armor
-- Sneak
-- Pickpocket

Other, if applicable: -- None

Appearance:

Bellawrath is normally taller then most females, matching most males in height. She has a form and large bast but is normally hidden behind armor and sure muscle. Her skin is a pale green, her hair as white as snow, her lips pink in color and her eyes may look similar to saber teeth tiger's. Her face is long with a slightly pointed chin. Her hands and feet would seem large for her overwhelming size. She has a scar on her left eye that show even though her war paint and a chipped left lower fang. Left over from her bandit attack from her childhood. She normally wears bright red war paint from her lower eye lid to her jaws almost seeming like red tears. Her voice is rough and seems almost like howling when attacking or screaming.

Personality: At least two decent sized paragraphs.

History:

Bellawrath's story begins before her own birth. The only child to two Orc blacksmiths at the near end of the Dragontail mountains. Her mother was considered lovely by orc man and could have married any male she wanted but chose her childhood love and parent in business. Her father's younger bother envied Bella's father for being more liked, more honored and more skilled. Also for the love of Bella's mother in which her uncle had been in love or should I say lust with for sometime. One night her uncle and a hirelings sneak into their home wearing masks. They dragged her mother from her bed and locked her in the dresser. It took tree men to hold her there as she heard her beloved murdered. The next few days the uncle took over their shop and declared that he would take care of her and even marry her. In her grief she allowed him to do it even though she supplicated that he was behind the whole thing. She refused to lay with him even though and so when she found out she was with child, she was sure it was her beloved husband's. The new found love her child gave her the bravery to get away and leave. But the road found itself more changeling that she had foresaw.

Bellawrath was born in a small camp on the side of the road. To this day she is not sure where as her mother was lost. She cared for little Orcling as much as she could despite and soon found luck. She came upon a traveling Khajiit caravan, small in numbers. Bella's mother offered to help guard them if they allowed to her and her small child to travel with them. Being good folk agreed and even gave her same gear to "better guard them with". This is the time where Bella learned of people besides her mother, of fighting, how to hold a battleaxe or a greatsword and of smithing. Whenever they come to a town that had a shop. Her mother would take the time to show her little of her family history on the avail. Bellawrath finds this to be one of her fondest memories of her childhood.

About the age of ten, the caravan found itself in Skyrim. Where doom awaited her and her new found family. On the road, her mother had found herself ill, unknowing of what it was as a potion couldn't seem to cure it she became very tried often. One night she felt dizzy and so the group decided to stop near some old buildings to rest. Bellawrath became bored and decided to check out the building when everyone was sleep. The older of the cat people hear her and stopped her telling her it was unsafe but even after his warning run away from him towards the building. Unknowing it was fulled with bandits. She found a small hole and wiggled her inside to a small dinning hall. Her eyes lite up at the sight of all the cooked food just lift there on the table. She begin to eat the food starting with the sweet rolls. It wasn't long before she was caught by one of the men that took her by the arm asking what she was doing there. She pulled away but not before she felt a strike across her face. She knocked out on the floor and when she wake up there was fighting in the room. Her mother and one other person had found her and was trying to fight off the large group of lowlifes to get to her. Bellawrath watched as her mother ended the life of one. Breathing heavily and looking weak. The Kahjiit that was with her turned to warn her of an attack behind her to find a sword in her back. Bellawrath screamed in terror. Her mother yelled for her to run, Bellawrath had to be told twice before running for the hole in which she came. She went to the camp to find no one there, she quickly hind in the cart and wait but no one came. She waited two days with no sign of anyone. The next day she saw people moving down the hill to the camp site. Bellawrath took what she could carry and run into the woods tears drying crossed her small green face.

In her teens, she found herself bold and wild in nature. She would take on small bandit groups and try to live off what was lift in their hideouts. One day she found herself in the woods far from where she wanted to go. She was feeling hungry and cold. She saw a house lite up in the night. She went to the door to find it lock without thinking she broke in. It was a small one room home and she tried to snake passed the sleeping woman and take hold of some of the food on the table and maybe something to wear. The woman woke up and in fear scream and pulled a knife on Bellawrath. A rage filled her and she attacked the woman leaving her dead. In a panic, she looted the area quickly and rushed from the home. In the woods she claimed herself. She felt dirty but as she wrapped herself in the fur for warmth and eat the bread. That feeling faded. This would not be the last time Bellawrath would do this, four times in counting. But it was on the fourth that she was caught. She was stopped at the foot of Whiterun by the city guards. Instead of attacking her like she thought they would, they took her in for stealing items from a home near by. She spent many days in jail just thinking to herself.

After her time in jail, she stayed in the city for awhile. Working as a freelance blacksmith, even daring to look into enchantments. She enjoyed her time enough but the call the open world was to strong in her and left she for the north. She went to snow hills of northwest Skyrim. Unable to fine a clear road to a town or safe place to keep on going up. She found herself, face to face with a frost troll. She fought with all her might but had to run when her felt defeat upon her. She run and run until she clasped in a camp near by filled with Imperial soldiers. Some of the men took her in and let her stay there until she was fully healed. She even traded her iron ore for more then they were worth and one gave her a house for journey. She was so grateful that when the leader of the camp told her that she should look into joining the fight. That she did that. ( This is where I am planning on starting Bellawrath's roleplay)

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Alias: -- K
Experience: -- Long enough lol
Contact: -- PM please