Post by Eaving on Aug 6, 2007 14:11:48 GMT -5
Name: Kalikir (pronunced Kah-LEE-keer)
Race: Bosmer/Dunmer half-breed
Gender: Female
Age: Thirty Five-ish
Rank: Listener, Mortal leader of the Dark Brotherhood
Current Residence: Fort Kyramla
Horse: Large bay stallion called Ramah she stole from an Imperial garrison near Bruma.
Weapons: Kalikir carries a heavily enchanted Elvish Bow. It carries the drain life and demoralize enchantments. She had named it SoulBlight. The bow is the only weapon she kept from her days as a Dryad since her self-imposed exile. The wooden bow she made herself upon her entry to the sisterhood, the enchantments she added later once arriving in Cyrodilil. She also carries an Akivari Katana. The sword was a grudging gift from her mother. Kalikir likes to think that it belonged to her father, but has never been able to prove it. Smaller, finely crafted daggers are strapped into leather holsters that run the length of her thighs. These blades she both throws ans wields in close-range combat. However, her favorite use for the secret weapons it what she calls the 'Blade-fan". By holding three daggers in each hand, the blades pointing outwards between her fingers she creates and elegant and deadly weapon.
Armour: Black Hand Robes
Normal Clothers (Civvies): Laced leather pants, dark brown knee boots, a deep red linen blouse and a matching cloak.
Appearance: Kalikir, while not beautiful, is rather striking. She is slim and naturally gracefull like all Bosmer women. The cast of features is unusual, a mark of her mixed parentage. Her father's Dark Elf blood lent her stature, enabling her to stand a full head taller than any Bosmer. She has the angular Elvish face, although hers is slightly more broad along the cheeks and forehead compared to most Bosmer. She has a strong aquiline nose and her eyes are almond shaped. Her eye colour, upon close inspection are the Dunmer red sometimes tinged with green depending on the lighting.
One pointed ear is mangled and scarred from a battle in her past, which she has told very few about. Her hair is such a deep, dark red it to most would look black. Only in certain light does the true colour emerge. When not held securely underneath the hood of her robe Kalikir leaves her hair loose. Her skin is frightfully pale, tinted blue as if she has been holding her breath for a time.Due to both a lifetime spent in the shadows and her Dunmer blood.
Her body is heavily tattooed, markings she attained when joining the Dryad Order in Valenwood. The tattoo's are a complicated series of multicolored swirls that range across her stomach, back and breasts.
Here's some pictures I found that looks somewhat like her:
Full Shot
And
Portrait
Magick: High skill in Illusion. Has Moonlight, Nighteye, Command, Demoralise, Herosim, Invisibility.
Personality: Kalikir is extremely articulate, and can charm her way into all but the strongest of hearts. Unlike previous Listeners who preferred hermitage to actually leading the Black Hand, Kalikir takes a very active roll in the Brotherhood and is likely to turn up at any Sanctuary at any time -wearing a full-face mask of course-.
Even so, due to her Bosmer upbringing and Dryad training in her younger years, Kalikir is most at home in the forest. Once there, she can slip through fingers like smoke. She is hard to impress and even harder to anger, although, break a Tenet or insult her and you will be with Sithis before you can blink. She believes that harsh lessons are best remembered and will go out of her way to make things unbearable for one she is testing. Her general good humor hides a strong sense of duty and determination. Kalikir will get the job done, not matter the consequences or the collateral damage.
With her tact and -twisted- moral strength she became a great asset to the Brotherhood. Over the years she has developed a particular flair for murder; while not too disposed to torture, she prefers the hunt, be it a forest or a crowded city street.
Her childhood was one devoid of love an affection, full of scorn and hate by all her family members. Kalikir came to thrive on such hate and derision. It gave her the drive to better herself, and taught her her always to be one step ahead of her siblings. It also emphasized the Brotherhood's offer of a family and a place to belong. For such reasons Kalikir has always made herself an approachable leader, showing an unusual strain of compassion to her dark family members. But like all women living a life of deceit and murder, her compassion only stretches so far.
History: Kalikir was a result of a drunken one night stand between a married Bosmer woman and a wandering Dunmer adventurer. Her mother, upon discovering her pregnancy, tried every alchemical remedy known to her to dislodge the babe. Mysteriously, none worked and Kalikir was born.
Her mother's husband despised her, for she was living proof of his wife's infidelity. Oftentimes he would force her to sleep outside and away from the rest of the family, luckily for Kalikir the weather in the Valenwood is warm and mild and she did not suffer outdoors. Her older siblings, and later her younger sister, taunted and teased her endlessly, once going far enough as to hand Kalikir from a tree. She was saved my a passing woodsman and vowed her eventual revenge.
Her mother also resented her, keeping her only until she was old enough to be given away to one of the many Orders and Guilds that dot the Bosmer province.
Kalikir was taken in my the Dryad Order, a sisterhood of women who live and train on the borders of the Valenwood, a forward guard for the Camaron throne. She was taken in at the age of 10, trained until she was 18 and marked with her Dryad tattoo's at 19. She spent two uneventful years living with her adopted sisters at the edges of the forest, happy to forget her childhood.
One day on patrol she came across her older brother and sister. They informed her that her mother had passed away, and that with their mother gone there was nothing stopping them from finishing what they had started all those years ago. Kalikir fought for her life, opening her sisters throat and removing her brothers arm. Her brother taunted her throughout the battle, dredging up old memories of abuse and neglect that Kalikir had tried to forget. Her past laid so bare before her eyes in the slaughtered form of her half-brother and sister, Kalikir, enraged beyond reason, returned to her childhood home, violently taking the life of her mother's now widowed husband and her younger half-sister. After the murder's Kalikir fled the Valenwood.
On the run in Cyrodiil she was approached by a Speaker of the Dark Brotherhood and offered a place among the family. The Speaker was the Nord Herlda, of the Bruma Sanctuary. There in Bruma Kalikir stayed and trained for years, deepening her knowledge and expaning her mind in the ways of the macabre. Kalikir was asked by Herlda to be her Silencer, and for years she faithfully served. When Herlda was cut down by an unknown assailant, -whom Kalikir expected to be another Speaker- she was promoted to fill Herlda's place.
In only a number of months, the then Listener, an Argonian called Shadows-Hide-Her was removed by the Brotherhood after allowing her identity to be leaked. The morning guards came to arrest the supposed leader of the 'Dark Brotherhood' they found only a murdered Argonian woman, hanging from the rafters of her Bravil home by her tail, her head grinning lopsidedly at them from the mantelpiece.
Kalikir was chosen by the Night Mother to fill the Listener's role, and commended for her skill at dispatching her fallen predecessor.
Race: Bosmer/Dunmer half-breed
Gender: Female
Age: Thirty Five-ish
Rank: Listener, Mortal leader of the Dark Brotherhood
Current Residence: Fort Kyramla
Horse: Large bay stallion called Ramah she stole from an Imperial garrison near Bruma.
Weapons: Kalikir carries a heavily enchanted Elvish Bow. It carries the drain life and demoralize enchantments. She had named it SoulBlight. The bow is the only weapon she kept from her days as a Dryad since her self-imposed exile. The wooden bow she made herself upon her entry to the sisterhood, the enchantments she added later once arriving in Cyrodilil. She also carries an Akivari Katana. The sword was a grudging gift from her mother. Kalikir likes to think that it belonged to her father, but has never been able to prove it. Smaller, finely crafted daggers are strapped into leather holsters that run the length of her thighs. These blades she both throws ans wields in close-range combat. However, her favorite use for the secret weapons it what she calls the 'Blade-fan". By holding three daggers in each hand, the blades pointing outwards between her fingers she creates and elegant and deadly weapon.
Armour: Black Hand Robes
Normal Clothers (Civvies): Laced leather pants, dark brown knee boots, a deep red linen blouse and a matching cloak.
Appearance: Kalikir, while not beautiful, is rather striking. She is slim and naturally gracefull like all Bosmer women. The cast of features is unusual, a mark of her mixed parentage. Her father's Dark Elf blood lent her stature, enabling her to stand a full head taller than any Bosmer. She has the angular Elvish face, although hers is slightly more broad along the cheeks and forehead compared to most Bosmer. She has a strong aquiline nose and her eyes are almond shaped. Her eye colour, upon close inspection are the Dunmer red sometimes tinged with green depending on the lighting.
One pointed ear is mangled and scarred from a battle in her past, which she has told very few about. Her hair is such a deep, dark red it to most would look black. Only in certain light does the true colour emerge. When not held securely underneath the hood of her robe Kalikir leaves her hair loose. Her skin is frightfully pale, tinted blue as if she has been holding her breath for a time.Due to both a lifetime spent in the shadows and her Dunmer blood.
Her body is heavily tattooed, markings she attained when joining the Dryad Order in Valenwood. The tattoo's are a complicated series of multicolored swirls that range across her stomach, back and breasts.
Here's some pictures I found that looks somewhat like her:
Full Shot
And
Portrait
Magick: High skill in Illusion. Has Moonlight, Nighteye, Command, Demoralise, Herosim, Invisibility.
Personality: Kalikir is extremely articulate, and can charm her way into all but the strongest of hearts. Unlike previous Listeners who preferred hermitage to actually leading the Black Hand, Kalikir takes a very active roll in the Brotherhood and is likely to turn up at any Sanctuary at any time -wearing a full-face mask of course-.
Even so, due to her Bosmer upbringing and Dryad training in her younger years, Kalikir is most at home in the forest. Once there, she can slip through fingers like smoke. She is hard to impress and even harder to anger, although, break a Tenet or insult her and you will be with Sithis before you can blink. She believes that harsh lessons are best remembered and will go out of her way to make things unbearable for one she is testing. Her general good humor hides a strong sense of duty and determination. Kalikir will get the job done, not matter the consequences or the collateral damage.
With her tact and -twisted- moral strength she became a great asset to the Brotherhood. Over the years she has developed a particular flair for murder; while not too disposed to torture, she prefers the hunt, be it a forest or a crowded city street.
Her childhood was one devoid of love an affection, full of scorn and hate by all her family members. Kalikir came to thrive on such hate and derision. It gave her the drive to better herself, and taught her her always to be one step ahead of her siblings. It also emphasized the Brotherhood's offer of a family and a place to belong. For such reasons Kalikir has always made herself an approachable leader, showing an unusual strain of compassion to her dark family members. But like all women living a life of deceit and murder, her compassion only stretches so far.
History: Kalikir was a result of a drunken one night stand between a married Bosmer woman and a wandering Dunmer adventurer. Her mother, upon discovering her pregnancy, tried every alchemical remedy known to her to dislodge the babe. Mysteriously, none worked and Kalikir was born.
Her mother's husband despised her, for she was living proof of his wife's infidelity. Oftentimes he would force her to sleep outside and away from the rest of the family, luckily for Kalikir the weather in the Valenwood is warm and mild and she did not suffer outdoors. Her older siblings, and later her younger sister, taunted and teased her endlessly, once going far enough as to hand Kalikir from a tree. She was saved my a passing woodsman and vowed her eventual revenge.
Her mother also resented her, keeping her only until she was old enough to be given away to one of the many Orders and Guilds that dot the Bosmer province.
Kalikir was taken in my the Dryad Order, a sisterhood of women who live and train on the borders of the Valenwood, a forward guard for the Camaron throne. She was taken in at the age of 10, trained until she was 18 and marked with her Dryad tattoo's at 19. She spent two uneventful years living with her adopted sisters at the edges of the forest, happy to forget her childhood.
One day on patrol she came across her older brother and sister. They informed her that her mother had passed away, and that with their mother gone there was nothing stopping them from finishing what they had started all those years ago. Kalikir fought for her life, opening her sisters throat and removing her brothers arm. Her brother taunted her throughout the battle, dredging up old memories of abuse and neglect that Kalikir had tried to forget. Her past laid so bare before her eyes in the slaughtered form of her half-brother and sister, Kalikir, enraged beyond reason, returned to her childhood home, violently taking the life of her mother's now widowed husband and her younger half-sister. After the murder's Kalikir fled the Valenwood.
On the run in Cyrodiil she was approached by a Speaker of the Dark Brotherhood and offered a place among the family. The Speaker was the Nord Herlda, of the Bruma Sanctuary. There in Bruma Kalikir stayed and trained for years, deepening her knowledge and expaning her mind in the ways of the macabre. Kalikir was asked by Herlda to be her Silencer, and for years she faithfully served. When Herlda was cut down by an unknown assailant, -whom Kalikir expected to be another Speaker- she was promoted to fill Herlda's place.
In only a number of months, the then Listener, an Argonian called Shadows-Hide-Her was removed by the Brotherhood after allowing her identity to be leaked. The morning guards came to arrest the supposed leader of the 'Dark Brotherhood' they found only a murdered Argonian woman, hanging from the rafters of her Bravil home by her tail, her head grinning lopsidedly at them from the mantelpiece.
Kalikir was chosen by the Night Mother to fill the Listener's role, and commended for her skill at dispatching her fallen predecessor.