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[benbruckner-deactivated20160208]

30 favourite characters (in no particular order) » 5. Shae

My mother called me Shae, men call me… often.

[awakenedwinds-deactivated201412]

Independent The Legend of Zelda: The Wind Waker Blog

⊰ Semi-selective, but mostly just shy ⊱

⊰ Banter, para, and novella threads welcomed ⊱

⊰ OC and AU friendly ⊱

⊰ Mun is 18+ ⊱

⊰ 6 years rp experience, 1 being on tumblr. ⊱

⊰❤⊱

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[kajomalvapuuri]

"I don’t think we’ve met."

          ”That is because we have not,” Kajo chuckled, smiling widely as she gave the tall human a slight bow. “It is a pleasure to meet you, good ser!”

[hakamorra-archive]

Break the ice; have our muses interact!

This includes not only if our characters haven’t met yet, but even if they already have.

"Are you lost?"  'And you are?” "Who are you?" "I don’t think we’ve met." "How old are you?" "How long have you been there?" "Can I trust you?" "Who do you think you are?" "Are you wearing my clothes…?" "You’re cute."  "Would you like to go on a date with me?" "People are watching." "Be Careful!" "Help me!" "I’ve got bad news."  "Hate to  break it to you.. but ___ is dead."  "I will never forgive you." "I’m sorry…" "Why are you so angry?"  "Just kill me!" "This is where it ends." "Victory!"  "Stay close!" "Watch it!" "Why don’t you hate me?!"  "You can’t just give up… not now!"

[kajomalvapuuri]

“This is not what I do.”

                 ”Now it is,” Kajo chucked, tying yet more flowers together and making a crown of them. It was then carefully placed next to the other flower crowns she had already made, pausing for a moment to admire her work. The others will love these, the bosmer was sure.

[cinderbloods-deactivated2014120]

The only reply she offered to the bosmer was a long,exasperated groan, and a roll of eyes. “Then you will have to wait a long while before seeing any decent result from me,since these hands are clearly not made to tie flowers together. Maybe someone else would be more skilled than I am for this job.” How is that I can kill a man in dozens of different ways and I can’t put a few stupid flowers in a crown? Rahe thought with a frown, bending carefully the stems between her fingers. I definitely didn’t train for this.

[kajomalvapuuri]

"I thought you were a thief as well," Kajo wondered, feeling slightly embarrassed for not knowing her colleague better. Well, many in this Brotherhood knew very little about each other, since it was better not to know at all than know too much. "Thieves are deft with their hands and that is why I saw you fit to this 'ridiculous' task."

[kajomalvapuuri]

“This is not what I do.”

                 ”Now it is,” Kajo chucked, tying yet more flowers together and making a crown of them. It was then carefully placed next to the other flower crowns she had already made, pausing for a moment to admire her work. The others will love these, the bosmer was sure.

[cinderbloods-deactivated2014120]

A disgusted expression appeared on her face. “I kill people, Kajo. I don’t… do this." she grumbled,pointing at what looked like a very unsuccessful attempt at making a flower crown sitting on her lap. "I don’t even like flowers. I can’t believe you convinced me to help you doing this ridiculous task."

[kajomalvapuuri]

"Oh, once you get the hang of it, you're going to love it!" the bosmer smiled widely. For her it was absurd that someone did not like flowers and she ignored Rahe's whine. Everyone likes flowers, she thought and was sure the other mer just tried to keep her cool act up. "And I can't believe I actually managed to convince you to help me."

[bloodmagi-deactivated20140622]

"…Eh, I still have hope for the sanity of the world. For morale. And, to be honest, flying lizards makes far more sense than flying mammoths.

[kajomalvapuuri]

"But what else is hairy and has such long tusks? Unless it's a new sort of a dragon, it has to be a mammoth."

[kajomalvapuuri]

❦ ღ ✍ ✄

❦ - lips

Kajo has rather thin lips, bottom lip a bit fuller than the upper one. The color of her lips is only slightly redder than her skin.

ღ - nose

Her nose is thin and pointy.

✍ - writing style

Kajo can write just fine, but doesn't enjoy it much and she'd rather draw pictures to describes things. Her style is messy and often very hard to read and the only letters she likes to spend time on writing are the ones she sends to her family. All other letters and notes are always short and strictly to the point.

✄ - nervous habits

Fiddling her hair--sometimes even someone else's hair--and whatever is in her reach, biting her bottom lip and pacing fervently.

[bloodmagi-deactivated20140622]

"What’s your game, stranger? I am, for once, certain they can’t fly…"

[kajomalvapuuri]

"But we already have giant, flying lizards that were supposed to be gone forever! Who knows if flying mammoths have once existed too and they're coming back now."

[bloodmagi-deactivated20140622]

"….What? Wait… Are you drunk? Mammoths can’t fly.”

[kajomalvapuuri]

"Oh no, I am not drunk! That definitely was a mammoth, I'm certain of it!"

[kajomalvapuuri]

{ I want to throw this lil mer at everyone, but I'm too shy hnnnghh }

[kajomalvapuuri]

[ ✮ ♫ ♮ ✄ ]

✮ - sleeping habits

Kajo always sleeps in a starfish position and often without any blankets or furs... Unless her current lodging is located in a cold area, then she hogs every blanket and pillow she can find and completely covers herself with them. She's great to sleep next to--if you don't mind the starfish position--because she doesn't move at all and snores very rarely.

♫ - singing voice

Though her singing voice isn't anything special, Kajo can sing. But because she forgets lyrics often, she prefers to hum instead of actually singing.

♮ - body type

Kajo is small in every way and very petite looking, but don't let that fool you; She's pretty strong. 

✄ - nervous habits

Fiddling her hair and biting bottom lip mostly, sometimes she also starts fiddling whatever is in her reach or paces around.

[rpmememaker]

Headcanon meme - send me a symbol and I'll describe my muse's...

❣ - hands

❤ - voice

۵ - feet

❦ - lips

ø - eyes

ღ - nose

♮ - body type

♫ - singing voice

✮ - sleeping habits

✉ - texting habits

✿ - laugh

✍ - writing style

⌨ - time-wasting habits

❅ - keeping warm/keeping cool techniques

✎ - taste in music/literature

☤ - self care/first aid habits

✪ - favourite food/eating habits

☁ - ideal holiday

✄ - nervous habits

☂ - sadness

❈ - ideal birthday

[arcanewarriors-archive-deactiva]

Elder Scrolls Races ► Bosmer

"The Bosmer are the Elven clan-folk of Valenwood, a forested province in southwestern Tamriel. In the Empire, they are often referred to as Wood Elves, but Bosmer, Boiche, or the Tree-Sap People is what they call themselves. Bosmer rejected the stiff, formal traditions of Aldmeri high culture, preferring a more romantic, simple existence in harmony with the land, its wild beauty and wild creatures. They are relatively nimble and quick in body and wit compared to their more “civilized” Elven cousins, making them well-suited for a variety of professions, including scouts, thieves, traders and scholars.” [x]

[theminttu]

A native Valenwood Bosmer sketch that got slightly out of hand 6_9

I still think dreadlocks would be the perfect Bosmer hairstyle.

[kajomalvapuuri]

“This is not what I do.”

                 "Now it is," Kajo chucked, tying yet more flowers together and making a crown of them. It was then carefully placed next to the other flower crowns she had already made, pausing for a moment to admire her work. The others will love these, the bosmer was sure.

[awakenedwinds-deactivated201412]

                   I’m going to die up here. He thought bitterly as the massive animal began to pace around the trunk of the tree he had jumped to. A small hand is stroked through golden tresses as the young Altmer shimmied a little further up the tree, tears brimming but refusing to spill. Perhaps if he wasn’t a mutant, or had what his race was known for, he would not be foolishly trapped in a tree, of all things, cowering because of a bear! 

                  The young elf shifted his weight, preparing to settle down in the tree for the night, grumbling hatefully about stupid animals, but as he did so the massive bear took off in another direction. He watched as the giant scampered off, attention gained through the death of a small deer.                  Small features are twisted with disgust as the bear sinks its teeth into the soft, supple flesh of the deer, but a sigh of relief rumbles free — at least he’s safe. Soon, the grizzly grips the neck of the deer in its jowls and waddles away, taking the carcass with it.                   The foreign voice of another startles the child Altmer and he nearly falls out of the tree from the violent jarring. Malachite hues frantically look for, and locate, the source of the voice, and his battles between swelling with gratitude and sinking down into his stomach. A Bosomer. Weren’t they the cannibalistic, barbaric, weird elves of the wood?                  Granted, she didn’t look like the monstrous image people painted Bosomer’s with, but he stared nonetheless, contemplating an answer that wouldn’t sound pathetic or pitiful. How does one admit he ran away from his home and managed to get into nothing but trouble since arriving in Skyrim?                      “You uh… could say that.” He said softly.

[kajomalvapuuri]

                   The bosmer chuckled as she secured the bow on her back and quick steps took her to the bottom of the tree the young altmer was sitting in. Just a blink of an eye later she had already heaved herself on the first sturdy branch, gracefully making her way up to the other mer. Such a young tree was no challenge to her, but to this boy it seemed to be.

                   It was a wonder how he had even managed to climb up, but people did strange things in panic and the bear had obviously scared the young mer enough. Kajo knew better than to ask why he hadn't tried to scare the beat away, his kind were often quick to snap and she had learned that long ago. He looked like a young boy, but who knows how powerful mage he could be and at the moment Kajo did not feel like getting struck by a lighting spell.

                   The leaves swished softly when she finally reached the young mer and sat on a branch on the other side of the tree. Honey gold eyes studied him, noticing that he did not look like one of the locals. His clothes were unfit for the weather of Skyrim, as if the boy had never even seen snow and knew nothing about how cold it could get in this land of nords. Despite the building curiosity to hear his story, Kajo did not inquire anything just yet.

                   "I have a rope somewhere in my bag," she said with a wide smile. "I'll tie it on the branch and you can use it to get down from this tree." Under layers of all kinds of important and not so important things there indeed was a rope in her satchel, although for a moment Kajo had feared she had forgot it somewhere. Very rarely she needed it herself and something like that was easy to forget. The bosmer reached towards the branch the altmer sat on and swiftly tied the rope around it as tightly as she could, pulling it to make sure it would carry the weight of the other mer. Thankfully he was a small one.