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ANORHA, HERETIC OF THE CROWNS

SORCERESS, SUBSISTER, EXILE.

Without the great walls of Bergama, the great rain catchers, or the ports of Sentinel, the Alik'r is one of the most inhospitable places in all of Tamriel. The Gods cannot protect one simple woman. Only I can protect myself... and so far, it seems I have done a wonderful job in doing so.

NAME: Anorha

FAMILY: at-Khaja

AGE: 24

HEIGHT: 5'3

WEIGHT: 127lbs

HAIR COLOR: Dark Hazel

EYE COLOR: Chocolate

 

STATUS: Exile

BIRTHPLACE: Bergama

HOME: Unknown

 

DIETY: Unknown

SIGN: The Ritual

MAGIC: Unknown

BASICS

SKILLS

SORCERY: Cast out of the traditional lifestyle most Crowns follow, Anorha has chose the path of a sorceress, honing her skills in the schools of destruction and alteration which were initially taught to her by a practitioner from the Mages Guild. 

ALCHEMY: With the remaining knowledge passed down to her by a a childhood idol, Anorha has continued to tinker with the many plants of the Alik'r, morphing them into potions, serums, and balms to preserve her in its inhospitable climate. 

PERSUASION: Left to her own devices, Anorha has learned to use her words and assets to worm her way out of trouble and into beneficial situations. Amidst all of the intrigue and politics, Anorha strives to make her lesser status a pointless anecdote.

APPEARANCE

She was a shortly stacked, smoothly fit woman who stood amongst a mess of darkish hazel curls. Some days, they were as silky and clean as a noble's cheek, but on most occasions, they were thick with knots, sand, and dreadlocks. Her face was sharp like a Crown's, yet rugged like a Forebear's, with a cute nose and fierce brow that sandwiched those intensely captivating chocolate eyes. An unknown scar crested the right side of her face, healed nicely after numerous years -- considering how young Anorha appeared, whatever had caused it must have occurred when she was an adolescent. 

 

Her clothes were wildly changing, but unless an event was called or an occasion was announced, Anorha wore a rather rustic set of cloth which hung off her slim hips and held tight around her sizable bust, exposing her smooth belly which was only slightly toned with meager bumps of muscle. Ebony ink scaled up the curves of her body in a rather tribal, sharp, web-like pattern. Elegant, even if fairly primitive. 

 

Rarely, the woman came armed with anything more than a staff, yet the two she owned were surprisingly formidable. Each appeared to be more of a polearm than any mere walking stick -- one was a thick oak rod which came equipped with a flanged steel head, presumably capable of bashing a skull in with one hefty swing. The other was a lighter, thin piece of wood capped with a spear tip. 

PERSONALITY

WIP

VANITY & INSPIRATION

SPELLS & MAGIC

FLAME CLOAK:

Wrapping herself in a flurry of flames, Anorha is able to ward off close quarters attacks.

FIREBOLT:

After a short incantation, Anorha is capable of striking an enemy at a distance with a scorching blast of fire. 

DETECT DEAD &

TURN UNDEAD:

In her journeys throughout the crypts of the Alik'r and Skyrim, Anorha has learned the ability to detect and strike fear into the undead, corpses, and other less-than-alive beings.  

THEME SONGS

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