Probably her big eyes or large breasts. She has a habit of looking everyone in the eye - even strangers - and hey, she's got the boobs why not flaunt them?
18. Pick a random fact!
She can't stand sleeping in the cistern with the others - the water dripping keeps her up.
Nevinan!
13. Backstory to one of your characters!
*making this a short version!* Nevinan grew up with a pretty small Bosmeri clan in the East of Valenwood, she was very close with her cousin and had quite an interest in hunting and death. The older she got, the more manipulative and aggressive she was when she wanted something her way, her cousin just followed suit. At one point, trying to prove she would be a good protector of their clan, her and her cousin killed a couple of Breton hunters that got too close to their camp and rode their wagon with bodies in the back to the leader's tent, not understanding that she really just killed an innocent in pursuit of power. She and her cousin were kicked out and started their own fearsome duo out of spite for their clan's scorn, and was soon enough approached by Lucien Lachance.
14. Scars?
She has one long one on the left side of her neck, and on her upper arm is an old arrow wound. Her feet have a few scars around the ankles and bottoms because she prefers to be barefoot in the wilds.
Okay, so in her life of tragedy, there are still some happy times! While returning home from a job waaay out near the boarder of Cyrodiil (stealing from some manor a noble had out there for one reason or another) Casieny finds a wolf pup alone and abandoned on the side of the road. The weak little runt was half-starved and despite Brynjolf's objection, she took him in and raised him. Over time, she even taught the wolf pup to pickpocket merchants and when she can't take him with her, he guards the Guild. She also names him Fenris. That wolf becomes a life-long companion of hers and gets her through quite a traumatic experience later in life not even her Guild family could help with. uwu
■ - Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon
Casieny is a bit messy. She likes to scatter things about, but somehow knows exactly where everything is. It could be something like a necklace that's buried under books and clothes and she'd just say "Oh yeah, it's under that pile!" and you'd never would have guessed. One thing though is that she HATES when there's stuff on her bed (besides men)- and that's mostly because after a night's work she likes to just flop down and sleep, sometimes still in her armor if she's that tired!
☮ - friendship headcanon
When she was a girl, Casieny had many friends in the small town she lived in. One of them, her best friend, what a khajiit. She doesn't know what happened to him after the bandit raid that took her parents' lives, but she remembers him all the time and when she came to Skyrim, Casieny took care to meet every khajiit caravan to see if they might have known what happened. Sadly, no one knows and she assumes him dead, but she did make another best friend from another khajiit who becomes almost a constant traveling companion!
♒ - cooking/food headcanon
She isn't much of a cook, anyone would tell you. What she cooks is simple and doesn't vary much from a usual venison stew. Casieny has never been good with spices or following recipes, it's just not her thing. Instead she would rather try out things from various inns, or visit the two bosmer brothers in Whiterun for a good gut meal. In short, she's very plain in the kitchen but not very picky eating!
Just wanted to bring to attention a very wonderful mod made by a good friend of mine who has begun to mod Skyrim!
It's called Nightshade Lodge and it's located NNE of Falkreath! It is pretty big with six follower beds, room for spouse, basement, outside sitting area, and lounge area with room for all plus a huge, toasty fire!
It has a very open feeling about it with high ceilings and low clutter. There's lovely named storage - even in the kitchen area! Very convenient crafting below, with a little surprise. ;)
Most of the house has a heavy Nightingale theme too, perfect for thieves or those whom worship Lady Luck!
This is all just shortly after he released it - there may or may not be tweaks to come, but that is all up to silver-of-the-west.
Thank you so much for making a very neat and cozy house! :D
**no picture above have been edited, this is all raw screenshots with CoT that features RLO**
Happy birthday to Casey (even tho her birthday was in May, whoops sry for being so slack)!
I hope you like it, I tried to make it flow well but I'm not too happy with it. I did say I'd post it now tho, so this will have to do and maybe when I'm feeling creative I'll revisit it and fix it up for you. :D
“The Dark Brotherhood?” the look on Casieny’s face made Delvin chuckled.
“Yes, the Dark Brotherhood. They aren’t as sinister as you may think.” He assured, handing over a sealed envelope.
“Are you sure?” Casieny took the envelope but remained cautious.
“The Guild has had many dealings with the Brotherhood, they need us as much as we need them.” Delvin clasped his hands on the young breton’s shoulders. “Don’t worry.”
“If you say so, Mallory…” Casieny felt uneasy about the situation, but dared not disobey an order.
She arrived in Falkreath in the early hours of the morning, long before the sun had a chance to rise. Casieny had barely entered the city gates when she was greeted by an elderly man and whom she assumed was his granddaughter. The pair were shrouded in black robes and spoke with a strange familiarity, as if they were old friends.
“A lovely city, is it not?” the child chimed, sounding well beyond her years.
“Uh, quite…” Casieny responded, wary of the strangers, “Are you-“
“Follow us” the hooded figures lead her through the city. The streets were desolate and dark, without so much as a guard in sight. Although the sun had yet to rise, the torches which would usually illuminate the roads had been extinguished. All that could be heard was the ambience of nature and the padding of her boots against the cobble path. It was then she noticed the footsteps of the old man and child were unnaturally silent. This was not the thief’s first visit to Falkreath, but the peace she usually found within the hold had been replaced with a growing sense of unease deep in the pit of her stomach. Usually quite loud and jovial, Casieny felt these people were not the kind who took pleasure in silly jokes and witty sarcasm.
As the group continued through the city, Casieny could do nothing to ease her mind but take in the cool, crisp early morning air and follow closely behind her escorts. As they headed toward the western gate, Casieny grew even more anxious. They’re taking me to their lair. Surely an inn would suffice as a meeting place. She didn’t even want to think about what kind of dark, dingy hide out a group of murderers would inhabit, if the Ratway was home to thieves. Once beyond the city gates, the assassins led her along the main road for a while longer before venturing off into light forest. There were no paths to guide them, but the child and the old man seemed to know where they were heading, even in the darkness. They arrived at a small clearing. At first glance nothing seemed particularly out of place until the hooded pair showed Casieny to a hidden door built into the side of a rock formation. A large skull decorated the door and it seemed to be emitting a deep crimson glow. The child whispered something to the door and it swung open in an instant.
The breton’s nerves worsened as she entered the dank sanctuary. It was uncomfortably cold and reeked of decay. The Ragged Flagon seemed a palace in comparison. She was taken down a set of stairs and into a well lit room. At a large, stone table sat a slender nord woman, dressed in tight armour which appeared to be made from leather.
“Welcome to our cosy, little sanctuary” her smile was inviting but her voice cold and empty. “I’m Astrid, the mother of this Dark family.”
“I’m Casieny” she extended an anxious hand.
“Oh, I know who you are” the nord smirked, cooly shaking Casieny’s hand. “Delvin has told me much about you. Maven too.”
“All good, I hope” the thief chuckled nervously.
“Mostly.” Astrid responded before nodding to the young girl, who had been standing so silently Casieny had forgotten she was there. Astrid left the room while Casieny was ushered through a different door and down yet another set of stairs. She found herself in a large opening with dirt flooring and a small waterfall in the corner. They live in a cave?
“Astrid will get back to you shortly. Perhaps you should get to know your new associates while you wait. My name is Babette, and in case you’re wondering, yes I am a vampire” the child smiled, baring two pearly fangs. “Feel free to explore the sanctuary” she added before leaving the breton alone.
Casieny wandered around the large opening for a few minutes before another member of the Dark family presented themself. A fellow breton approached her, hair jet black and skin quite dark. She was missing an eye and her face was scarred, yet she couldn’t be older than Casieny herself.
“You must be Casieny. My name is Almyra Mon” she smiled sweetly. Casieny was surprised by her accent, it was not that of a High Rock inhabitant, instead it sounded Hammerfellian.
“Why is it everyone in the Dark Brotherhood knows me, yet I haven’t even got a clue what I’m doing here” she queried with a chuckle. The other smiled at her laugh before responding.
“Oh no, Astrid keeps most of us in the dark, but Nazir keeps me informed.”
“Am I meant to know that name?” Casieny joked.
“He is, I suppose, second in charge…” the assassin frowned.
“That doesn’t seem very organised. I thought the Dark Brotherhood were meant to be on top of things.”
“Casieny” a deep voice caused the breton to jump from her skin. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but Astrid is ready for you” the redguard who stood behind her seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.
“By the Eight! Are you all so quiet?”
“Well, we are assassins…” the other breton smiled. Casieny laughed before following whom she assumed was Nazir back into the initial room.
Astrid was seated in the same place as before when Casieny entered.
“Give this straight to Delvin” the nord ordered, handing over a sealed scroll and a heavy coin pouch.
“Yes, yes. I know.” Casieny scoffed.
“Nazir. Fetch Babette and Festus to see our friend out…” Astrid demanded, keeping her stare fixated on the young thief.
“Yes, my mistress” the redguard obliged, heading back down the stairs.
Casieny was led the through light forest until they reached the main road. The child and the old man nodded farewell from beneath their hoods and Casieny nodded back, heading towards the city of Falkreath. All the way trying to comprehend exactly what she had just experienced. Delvin was not paying her enough for this.
