Kiseena the Shadow

[Kiseena the Shadow]

Kiseena the Shadow

Age: 28
Gender: Female
Species: Khajiit
Birthplace: Elsweyr
Current Residence: Dark Brotherhood Sanctuary
Birthday: 13^th of Frostfall
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Religion: Sithis
Guardian Stone: Thief
Faction: Dark Brotherhood
Faction Position: If there's no Listener I'd love for her to be that

Superior Ability: Sneak
Two Strongest Abilities: One Handed & Light Armour
Strong Abilities Speech & Enchanting
Weak Abilities: Pick Pocket & Block
Other, if applicable: Dual Wielding daggers is preferable

Appearance: She has black fur with a white chin. The rest of her face is as dark as it can be, with red warpaint that resembles a cheetah's face markings, including the "tears" coming from her eyes. Her eyes are red-orange with deep red around her pupils and at the edge of her irises. Like all cats, her pupils are slits in the light and large and round in the dark. She has three scars on the left side of her face from fighting a Khajiit bandit in her youth. She has a mohawk of dark, shoulder-length hair that she keeps tied back. She has one lock of hair that dangles on the left side of her face, which has a white bead toward the end of it. She wears three white studs in her left ear as well.

She always has an irritated or at least indifferent countenance. She has a lithe body and an unusually light step. She is a bit taller than average, but she doesn't seem to notice. Or care. She's rather graceful and rarely trips or stumbles. She always seems sure of where she's going and keeps a confident air about her.

Personality: Kiseena is quiet and brooding. She prefers to be silent and listen to whoever is currently running their mouth. Others may think her stupid or rude, but she has a voice and is not afraid to use it. When she speaks, she does so in a sort of riddle, beating around the bush to hide her intentions. She remains unpredictable and is quite content with that.

When she is issued a "job" to do, she gets it done. No regrets, remorse, or questions spared. This may mean she has a good work ethic, or simply that she enjoys killing. None can say. No one knows what she does with the gold she receives from her contracts, but it is clear that she doesn't spend it lightly. She prefers simple things, like elven daggers enchanted with fire spells and fur armours to wear when she isn't in her favorite shrouded armour.

History: Kiseena was born in her native land, Elsweyr. As a youth, she and her family came to Skyrim in a caravan to try and make some gold. They were denied entry to many of the Hold Capitols, so they spent most of their time on open roads, far from civilization. One night, the inevitable happened. It was outside of Markarth. A small group of bandits killed Kiseena's parents and two siblings. Before they could kill the youth, she drew her father's Elven dagger and killed half of the group, one being a kinsman of hers. The others fled.

She remembered the deaths of her family so vividly that she sought out the remaining members of the bandit group and killed them as well. As it turned out, the bandit chief of the group had a contract out on him. The assassin from the Brotherhood that was sent to kill him took Kiseena in after that.

She was raised to kill. That was all the Brotherhood knew, and it turned out to be all she knew as well. She learned how to enchant weapons, to sneak and to use shrouded armour. She enchanted her father's dagger, Dawnfire, with a fire enchantment that does a bit of extra damage on the rare occasion that her first blow does not kill. She bought an ebony dagger after her first real contract and enchanted it in the same way, calling it Duskfire.

Roleplay Sample: From another Rp site; I hope this one doesn't have to be 400 words... O.o
Outcry's gentle smile threatened to spread across his whole face when he saw the younger hybrid eying him cautiously. The alpha was practiced at keeping his expressions under control, so his face remained much the same on the surface. He wasn't laughing or mocking inwardly, he simply remembered the time when he himself acted so wary. He didn't have a mate to trust at that point. Try as he may, they never seemed to last. Oh well, right?

There was an odd look in Nicholas' eyes when Outcry spoke. He wondered if he had ever seemed so distant. His only words were those of insanity. At that, Outcry scoffed and sat down, still leaning against the tree. "Pretty sure I know what that feels like." he said with a bit of his fading New York accent sounding strong.

"Don't feel bad, kid. You're not alone; you never were, especially when you came to the pack. So try to relax, will ya? You're startin' to make me nervous. And don't worry about me hearin' things. I don't like listening in to people's conversations, even conversations they have with themselves." he said, almost laughing quietly.

The youth agreed that his mate was kind, perhaps too kind. "Why do you say that? The world needs some kindness. And by the look in your eyes, you're gonna need a hell of a lot if you're ever really going to heal." Outcry said kindly. He thought for a bit and then extended his arm. "Let me see your hand." he said, firmly but gently, his accent nearly gone all of a sudden. "Your left hand... I think I might be able to tell you something. Something that'll help. If you're only going to trust me one time in this life, let it be now."

It smells like strange, exotic incense. Soothing, almost. The strange lady's wrinkles seem even deeper in the dim room. 'Give me your left hand, child. I'll tell you what you can do to fix it.'

Ever since Aaron attacked me, I've been staying with the nameless gypsy woman. She's been helping my eye heal and trying to teach me things I don't ever think I'll use.

Outcry's smile finally won, spreading across his face. It was a comforting expression he never knew he could make. He held his steady, calloused hand out patiently.

Alias: Age
Experience: Many years
Contact: PM me please

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