THE FLAME, ELYNA

[ELYNA THE FLAME .]

ELYNA THE FLAME .

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WEAPONS & ARMOR .
I have been through many different types of armor in the past three years I have been training and fighting. I've never been all that picky as to what type of armor I wear, as long as it does its job right and keeps me protected. When I joined the companions, they seemed to laugh at my light armor and explained to me I would need to make the transition from light to heavy armor. I had tried steel and iron, both difficult to use at first, but I had got used to it after a while. After one of our jobs, I had lock picked a chest and found a whole set of ebony armor! I was so excited but it was too big so I had Eorland fit it for me. Now, I never leave a job without it. I can't believe how light it feels, even though it's a hefty armor. As for my weapons, I had found this strange sword in the market once and the man had told me that he found it a piece of junk, so he gave it to me for a low price. Later I found out it was a deadric sword, one made from a deadric heart. The man must have had no idea such a weapon would cost a small fortune, so I counted myself fortunate. I haven't ben able to obtain another one like it, so for now I just use a skyforge steel sword. But I'll find another one and I'll pay the full price if I have to.

STRENGTH & SKILLS .
Most of my skills revolve around the fact that, ever since I found out who my father was, I wanted to become a Companion. Dual wielding is my specialty, I know how to handle two blades like no one's business; I prefer having both hands occupied and ready to go when I'm fighting, rather than two hands basically fighting as one. I do know a bit of two hand combat, but it's nothing I could really hold myself over with. When it comes to long distance attacks, I know a fair bit of destruction. Having mostly Breton blood in me, I have a natural skill when it comes to magic that utilized as much as I could. Restoration I have found is also very, very useful; sometimes I just don't have the money to buy a potion. My hands are also skilled in the art of lock picking, having some jobs in caves, I run into many abandoned chests that also just so happened to be locked. Lastly, I know my way with words, the prices I get for things usually go down about thirty percent and I know how to get myself out a stick situation, if the time ever arises.

THE NAME .
Well, it's obvious why people call me, Elyna the Flame. My hair gives it all away. But how did I get such magnificently bright red hair? When I was younger my mother told me that I was just blessed by Dibella, that she gave me such beautiful hair because she thought of me as one of her blessed children. As much as I would like to believe that now, I realize that it could possibly be from the Aldmer blood in us Bretons. No one really knows what the Aldmer looked like, so it's just a theory. People also often mispronounce my first name. Even though it starts with an 'e' it's pronounced 'Ah-Lee-Nah'.

THE BACKSTORY .
When I was born, I knew nothing of my father and was raised only by the mother in Morthal. She was a Breton and a fantastic alchemist and enchanter but never once did i long to do what she did. It was in my blood, I knew, to become a warrior, a fighter. Ever since I could remember I would seek out large sticks and challenge the other kids to a play fight, which usually ended up with me getting in trouble with my mother and the other child's parents. I was good child, though. Trying to do the best I could with what I had and almost - almost - always obeying my mother and doing my chores. Morthal wasn't exactly the safest place in Skyrim, what the the marshes so close and more than often harboring beasts. There is no way to count how many soldiers, children and woman were swallowed up by those marshes. Luckily I never strayed there. Well, at least until I was fourteen.

At fourteen I knew that there was more out there than my mother had led on there to bed. She did a wonderful job at keeping me safe and sound but I knew that I couldn't stay in Morthal forever. Managing to find the sword that my mother kept under her bed in case of attack, I snuck out in the middle of the night and headed to the marshes. I was determined to spend the night there and prove that I was able to handle myself. Obviously, the second my mother would find out, I would be in serious trouble, but at least I would prove a point.

Creeping through the marsh, I tried to find some sort of beast to attack and, unfortunately for me, I did. I had seen frostbite spiders before, but never at that size. It must have been the size of a shack. As determined as I was, I wasn't about to take on such a thing; as quietly and soundly as a could, I backed up towards Morthal. Not being the most graceful person, I managed to slip and fall into the marsh, causing a loud splash and a thud. That certainly caught the Giant Frostbite Spider's attention and without a second thought, it attacked me. It was a miracle that I didn't scream. Frostbite spiders weren't exactly my favourite things, and instead I got to my feet and started to run away from it. If I didn't die, I would certainly be a coward.

The instant that thought came into my head, I stopped and turned around to face my enemy, but it was gone, distracted by an elk that had run by. For a moment I debated going after it, still, but I knew I was much too young to take on such a foe, perhaps if I trained and had some years of practice, then I could take it down.

Then I decided, when I was seventeen, I would prove to my mother than I deserved to leave home.

For three years I trained with the few guards that we had in Morthal, most of them did it just to amuse themselves, but when they realized my potential, they started to give me actual advice and tips. One of the woman guards, Matlyra, offered me tips on dual wielding and I excelled with flying colors. Within a year I had caught up to her skill and the year after that I flew passed her. Not bad for a sixteen year old. While I was learning that, my mother was teaching me the destruction magic she knew, wanting to pass down the Breton tradition someway or another. I still haven't surpassed her skill, but I'm getting there, for sure.

Finally, on my seventeenth birthday, I grabbed the two swords I practiced with, put on some leather armor that my mother gave to me and headed out towards the marsh. I would either defeat my enemy or not come back at all.

After two hours I had almost decided that my enemy had moved on or somehow perished and my heart sank. All of these years of training and for nothing. But, then I saw him, gnawing on something that looked like a villager and my blood started to boil. Lifting my hand, I got it's attention with a burst of flame. It screeched and dropped it meal before turning to me and charging. I let out a loud cry as I charged at him as well and the battle commenced.

After what seemed like days, but was only about an hour, I had taken down my foe with a final jab at it's abdomen. I was covered in the spider's green, slimy blood, as well as some of it's webbing. I looked a mess, but I came back with the giant fang of my foe just as dawn broke. My mother was horrified at the sight of me and when I told her what I had done, I prepared myself for a reaming.

Instead of a lecture, my mother sat me down on the bed and told me that I was finally old enough to find out who my father was.

I had read about the Companions in books and had found an amazing fascination towards them; they seemed noble, brutal but in the the way that was used for the greater good. So, when my mother revealed to me that my father was Kodlak Whitemane, I felt as thought I was dreaming. She told me that she was young and foolish when she had met my father, he had been here on a job and when he had met my mother, it seemed as though he couldn't keep his eyes of her. There was vast age difference between the two of them, but she didn't care; he was exotic. After they had consummated their love, he left the next morning without a word or a note. Then my mother had me and, when I showed signs of having companion blood in me, she was afraid to tell me who my father was because she didn't want to leave and be in danger.

Now that she could see that I could handle myself, she wasn't afraid to tell me and she knew, before I even said a word, that I was leaving for Whiterun.

Packing up a horse that one of the guards gave me, I set out for the city of Whiterun, not really knowing what to expect on the way. I had my swords, my armor and my own smarts but still I was afraid. The road was long and I had run into a cutpurse as well as a mercenary along the way. The cutpurse fled soon after I drew my two swords but the mercenary and I fought. He got me to the ground before he stole my horse and I had to make the rest of the way to Whiterun on foot. I was hungry and thirsty, all of my food and drink in the pack on my horse. So by the time I finally reached the gates of whiterun, I almost fell over and fainted from the fatigue.

However, I managed to make it up to Jorrvaskr and knocked on the door. When I had made it, it was late afternoon, so I wasn't surprised when someone answered the door. An elderly lady by the name of Tilma the Haggard who claimed she was the housekeeper. I could see over her shoulder the amazing layout of the inside of the building and almost forgot to ask for Kodlak. Eventually, the words spewed from my mouth and she set out in search of the man I knew was my father.

When I caught sight of him, I knew it was true and I think before i said anything he knew who I was as well. Admitting who I was, she kept a straight face and simply said I was far too scrawny to be his daughter and to become her, I would have to be a companion. Explaining to him that was who I wished to be, he looked me up an down, let out a grunt and walked towards the stairs, gesturing me to follow him.

I could tell that the others were not impressed by me, but when Kodlak introduced me as his kin, they seemed to lighten up. For two years I have needed to earn my respect and slowly, I'm getting there. I'm good friends with all of the members, but they still underestimate me day after day. I'm not wavered by it though, it only makes me more willing to prove myself.

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CHARLIE .

NINETEEN .

NINE .

I AM THE ALMIGHTY ADMIN .

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