#sarsawoodelf

[askthedovah]

Clever Title (Vevel &dov/ Sarsa)

"quit struggling damn you!" the woman shouted pouring some water over the black dragons head. "you are trying to kill me aren't you?! this water is freezing! and you are trying to drown me!" he shouted trying to get out of the lake. "oh no you don't! i swear to the nine divines if you don't sit still i am going to drown you!" she roared yanking him back by the hair, washing it out. the red head sat on the shore shaking his head with a laugh at the scene.

[lovablefool]

A Meeting

Liam was out scouring the Rift for alchemy ingredients. The dragonlings were sleeping in a nearby cave, in the darkness and upon high rocks. The Breton told them to wait for him. He should be be back relatively soon. It was a simple joy for him. Yet, he loved taking his time. He overturned a few trees for mushrooms. Taking a few birds eggs, from small trees the scattered the Rift. He decided to search for Nirnroot. Nirnroot was extremely useful, and contrary to popular belief...can be found commonly by large water sources. So, taking a trek off the footpaths, he decided to look at the shoreline of a nearby lake. Unbeknownst to him, that there was someone there. 

[askthedovah-closing]

Knock knock

3. Tea party with a stuffed animal 

"may I i interest you in more tea bormahu?" The red head asked vevel's little stuffed dragon. "Gods I'm bored." He groaned letting his head fall on the table

[sarsa-woodelf]

Sarsa Bio

(( Alright guys, I finally got access to my laptop, so I filled out this character sheet bio thingy about Sarsa to give you guys some more information.))

  Character Name: Sarsa Bosser (the last name is from her adoptive parents family)

Age: around 22

Race: Bosmer

Occupation: Currently hunting and stealing what coin she needs

Standing Stone: The Lord Stone

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Mount: Currently none

Physical Attributes:

Sarsa is about 5’7, 130 lbs, of smallish build. She has red eyes typical to her race, but are now dark red thanks to the effects of vampirism. (She is searching for a cure) light brown hair that flows down past her shoulders. She usually wears her hair into a braid, but when it is down, she wears a small braid hanging down just in front of her ears.Her usual armor, for when she’s hunting or traveling, is simple leather armor since she hardly has any use for more protection than that.

Weapons:

Sarsa’s main choice of a weapon is an elven bow, given to her by her family. When the target gets too close for archery, she switches to an elven knife given to her by her brother, and healing magic.

Backstory:

Much of Sarsa’s past is shrouded in mystery. Little of it is known herself. She was adopted by two Bretons living in High Rock and has grown up with them ever since. Her family was well off, and some influence in their town, but did not have a great deal of power. They made sure she was well educated, and well trained in archery, horseback riding, hunting, and healing magic. Since she was adopted so early in life, she had never viewed them as anything but her real parents. When she was young, they had a son named Mordyn. They were very close growing up.

Recently her and her parents had a big argument, which ended in Sarsa fleeing over the border to Skyrim.

Personality:Sarsa is a compassionate person who is very loyal to her friends. She is somewhat of an alcoholic, and can’t go for more than a couple of days without getting drunk. She also has no qualms about stealing, but only from people who have an excess, and who aren’t in her circle of friends. She takes a while to warm up to people, but once she does she can grow very close. She has a distinct lack of experience with men, due to her overprotective parents. Also because of that, she is a bit naive. She sometimes has a hard time speaking with people (she gets nervous and feels awkward) but is actually articulate, and fairly quick witted.

Special Abilities:

None really unless you account for her way with animals and exceptional archery.

[dalamusrex]

12 17 18 19

12-What is your eye color:

"When I was mortal, both my irises and scleras were a bright crimson. Since contracting vampirism, my scleras have filled with black."

17-Say 8 facts about your body:

"My body is and will remain that of my twenty-nine year old self. My hair is fine and well taken care of, washed thoroughly and often. All four of my canines are twice their normal length due to my vampirism, the other teeth having moved and realigned to accommodate such fangs comfortably. I stand at nearly six feet tall; not quite, but almost. I am not built for brawling, but more of running. I have four major scars, which are more sensitive than the surrounding skin. My ears are very sensitive not only to sound, obviously, but to touch. No one is allowed to touch my face." Unless he knew them well.

18-Do you have any tattoos?

"I occasionally wear red warpaint, and even when I take it off, such ritualistic use of it for so many years has left a stain on my cheeks and neck from it. But I have not had ink put under my skin, no."

19-Do you have any piercings?

"The lobes of my ears are pierced with gold and ruby earrings."

[lovablefool]

♣

He made no attempts to look at the madam. Without making eye contact, he took off his cloak and throw it at the womer's direction. 

Making a hand gesture as if to say 'Cover yourself' he turned around to hide his look of embarrassment. 

[dalamusrex]

ϟ

For every ϟ in my inbox I’ll tell you a random thought my muse has about yours.

Ah, another Bosmer. They seem to be more frequent in Skyrim nowadays, despite the cold. I cannot imagine what draws them here.

[vaelwynde]

sarsa-woodelf started following you

Vaelwynde was not in the habit of making small talk with seemingly innocuous passers-by. Indeed, he rather detested undertaking such things, greatly preferring to seek the security and comfort of his own company. However, where there was no given need for hostility, he would at least present a degree of polite address. After all, it was important to properly gauge the scale of vampire attacks in the province - And how else, exactly, would he find that out, if not by communicative means? "Greetings, fellow traveller," came forth a deep, gruff voice, somewhat lacking in variance of tone but otherwise neutral in its form. "I assume that all is well, this evening?"