Runa

[Runa]

Runa

age: 18 years
gender - female
race - Bosmer
birthplace - Falkreath
current residence - Riften
birthday - 24 Mid Year
sexuality - Bisexual.
religion - Runa believes in the divines and will make fleeting prayers in her head when she is in need of the favor of a particular one, but she does not actively worship any divine.
guardian stone: - Steed Stone
faction - n/a
faction position - n/a

superior ability - Pickpocket
two strongest abilities - Sneak, Archery
strong abilities - Lockpick, One-handed, Speech, Heavy Armor, Enchanting, Smithing
weak abilities: - Alchemy, Light Armor, Conjuration, Destruction, Alteration, Restoration, Block, Two-handed
other, if applicable: -

appearance - Short, slight and lacking in muscle tone. Dark red eyes.
personality - Runa is generally quiet and introverted; she rarely starts conversations with strangers, and if they start one with her, it will be quite one-sided. She has a hostile, contemptuous, aggressive air, but she's all bark and no bite. Call her out on her attitude and she will back off while trying to save face.
With friends she's still pretty aggressive and likes to be in charge of any activities underway, but she's much friendlier and loyal and will go to great lengths to protect her friends.
history - Runa's parents were born in Thalmor-controlled Valenwood. When they were young they started to try to raise an uprising against the Thalmor. They kept their plans and recruiting as secret as they could, but they must have told someone they should not have trusted. The Thalmor got wind of the rebellion and started to round up and execute anyone who was involved. Runa's parents escaped, fled to Skyrim, changed their names, and settled in Falkreath. The trees in southern Skyrim reminded them of home.
They led as plain and nondescript lives as they could for many years, causing no trouble and trying to upset no one. When, they were finally convinced that, since the Thalmor had not found them yet, they probably never would, they had a child: Runa. They told her nothing of their past for fear of endangering her, and she grew up excruciatingly bored by the simple, dreary lives of her parents and the other inhabitants of Falkreath, and rebelled against the mundanity sometimes.
One day in a fit of boredom, she left the house in search of some adventure or another. She got lost in the forest for a while and had some fun exploring, and when she returned after dark, her parents were gone. At first she thought they must have gone looking for her, but as she exited the house to look for them, a family friend caught her and told her her parents had been taken by the Thalmor. "Run," he said. "The Thalmor will come for you, too."
Having been raised in the company of Nords, Runa had grown up hearing about how awful the Thalmor were, and Runa was scared. She fled to the forest and lived there for several days before she admitted that she could not survive in the wild. She went to Whiterun, where she took up thieving. She had no money. She slept on the ledges surrounding the town. She picked people's pockets whenever she could and broke into houses for valuables. She got caught and arrested a few times, but jail wasn't so bad. Just boring. The things she stole she hid well in a box that she stashed in the stream beneath the bridge, and sold them only when she needed food and warm clothes so as not to draw attention to herself. Soon she had enough to buy a bow, so she did, and practiced almost constantly until she was good enough to leave the safety of the city's walls.
That was two years ago. Since then she has been wandering Skyrim freely, except for Falkreath. She misses the trees, but she can't go back there.


roleplay sample -

Puck, having thoroughly searched Kestrel by this time, turned his attention to Griffin, extending his neck over the fence to search for the scent of treats. Kestrel ran her hand down his neck, admiring its strong muscles. She guessed horses' necks needed to be strong since they were so long. Like snakes. She played with his ears, enjoying flopping them around like bobbleheads. The bitterness in Griffin's voice was clear as he spoke about his horse. Kestrel was surprised and a bit disappointed. Her father had ingrained into her mind so deeply that the best way to determine a person's character was to look at the way he treated animals, that she had begun to associate dislike of animals with bad people, and she had figured Griffin to be a nice guy so far. Had she figured wrong? No, surely not. She made a mental note to try to keep an open mind about that. Some people just didn't like animals. Griffin continued to speak and Kestrel's darkened mood improved with this explanation of his dislike of his horse. "Pranking, huh?" She combed her fingers through Puck's severely tangled mane. "I didn't think horses were that smart. I might be interested to see that." She closed her eyes and took a breath, trying to let go of the judgements she now held against Griffin. She had tried to create an opportunity to determine whether the horse or Griffin was at fault for their bad relationship, and Kestrel reminded herself that it wasn't necessarily the fault of either of them. Some people didn't get along with animals, some animals didn't get along with people. Maybe their personalities just didn't allow friendship between them. In any case, it wasn't her business. She tried to steer her mind away from these thoughts.

She turned to look at Puck, who was now grazing near the fence, his back in a perfect position for Kestrel to get on him. She was surprised that his back called her so strongly. He didn't have a saddle on, she didn't know the horse, and she didn't have any experienced horse people around (unless Griffin was one). Plus she didn't even know how to ride. She shook her head gently to try to snap herself out of it.

The grass was so much shorter inside the fence, Kestrel felt bad for him. "I guess I could take him out to let him eat the better grass." Hopefully he doesn't run away. "There's a fence all around this place, right? The...rehab, I mean." She had noticed a heavy gate at the entrance, and that fact coupled with the one that the owners probably wouldn't be too keen on the delinquents and psychopaths that lived here, leaving at whim, made Kestrel think the place probably was surrounded by some kind of fence. She would bank on it. She threw her arrow straight at the ground near the fence and it stuck in the ground so she could find it again, and swung herself into the paddock. Puck ignored her. She picked the halter and lead rope up off the fence, realizing that she was confused by all the different straps. "Now how do I--" She was interrupted by a loud whinny and the thundering of hooves. Kestrel jumped away from Puck, but she didn't need to worry. He was now running the opposite direction toward the other side of the paddock, ears up and eyes bright. "Oh, man!" Kestrel exclaimed, then laughed. "I don't think he's the best behaved horse either."

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experience - ~6 years
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