#meranah

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-Free food begins to rain down on the muses-

All bar Meranah and Caryndil openly help themselves to the free food. (Caryndil secretly nibbles on a sweetroll out of sight)

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-drops naked women on all the muses-

[[ Already done Caryndil so :L ]]

Krajyk:

"Well, alright then.." A wolfish grin tore across the Orc's face.

Meranah:

A look, and scoff, of disgust was all that was heard as the vampire avoided the women.

Yceri:

The Snow Elf huffed to herself. "I'm getting too old for this."

Brynjulfur:

A confused look was painted across the Nord's face; not because he didn't know what to do, rather the sheer awkwardness of the situation.

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[Odin, Horus]

                                     Odin:What is your family like?

Krajyk - "They're all back at Narzulbur. They're grumpy assholes, an' that's why I fit in so well."

Meranah - "My true family are long buried in the ground. The Volkihar clan are my family now."

Yceri - [[ Talking about her family causes horrific flashbacks to the slaughter at the chantry, so she won't actually answer herself. All of her family, including those she considered family, were butchered at the hands of the Falmer. ]]

Caryndil - "I have no family. My parents merely abandoned me outside an orphanage, and so I never knew them. Nor do I want to know them."

Brynjulfur - "My family're just my mother an' father, back on the farm in Winterhold. They're great people, warm to any an' all travellers that may stop by for shelter."

           Horus: What is one thing you've had to fight for in your life?

Krajyk - "Gettin' enough money to send back to Narzulbur."

Meranah - "I am constantly hounded by Dawnguard, and so every day is spent trying not to be at the end of an axe."

Yceri - [[ Again, the most harrowing battle was definitely her escape from the Chantry. ]]

Caryndil - "I have had to fight to avoid ridicule for my Maormer blood. I have done well, however, as no one actually knows about it."

Brynjulfur - "I've had t' fight in the name of Stendarr to rid this land of vampires, Daedra worshippers, an' other filth."

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[[ Answering this OOC as they're all too proud to actually say themselves :L

Krajyk - His insensitivity to other peoples' plights; if someone has a bounty on their head for, in example, a noble forcing himself on a peasant and the peasant fighting back, he will collect on the bounty no matter what.

Yceri - Her hatred of the Nords, stemming from their decimation of her race, has seeped into her soul and made her quite bitter towards them.

Meranah - Her desire for revenge for the death of her lover all of those years ago.

Brynjulfur - His stubbornness when it comes to his beliefs; he will not budge when attacked on them.

Caryndil - In his eyes, his Maormer blood. Having grown up in and around Altmeri supremacy, he wholeheartedly believes he deserves supremacy himself. ]]

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It wasn't every day that you were murdered by a Daedric Prince. Unfortunately for Meranah, it was probably just petty revenge for some small grievance Molag Bal had caused Namira. Her already cold corpse was wracked with pain, yet eagerly embraced the death it had been denied by the disease of vampirism.

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"Do you remember what happened?"

Meranah's eyes fluttered open, and a sound of sheer distaste was uttered. "Ugh," She groaned, her hand going to her head and finding a medium sized lump. "What happened?"

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✢ (for anyone!)

Meranah often thinks back to the times, two centuries ago, when she fell in love with the man who she became a vampire for. Their plans for the future, for eternity together, were bittersweet in her heart, for thinking of them both made her smile, but also made her yearn for his company once again.

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[[ Witch Hunt | Ulkon & Meranah ]]

The Breton vampire was making her way through a part of the more secluded area of the mountains of the Pale. Rumour had it that there was an artefact of great value in this area, and the possibility of it being magical was enough to convince the mage to seek it out. The biting cold would deter most adventurers, yet her vampire blood made her right at home, even with the wind howling around the crags and crevices. But there was a scent in the air. A scent of Dunmer. Dismissing it as another refugee from Morrowind, Meranah continued on.