Tonilia

[Tonilia .]

TONILIA.

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N/A

SEXUAL ORIENTATION .
Heterosexual

CANON .
Yeck yes canon![/color]
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HISTORY

Though she is currently in Skyrim, Tonilia spend her early lives in the desert of Hammerfell. She cannot remember her mother, since she died in the harsh sands and sun of the desert, along with the treatment of her father. Her father was somewhat of a gypsy and thief, who traveled through various regions of Hammerfell taking from people as he went. A true con artist, he took many men and women in and robbed them of their things. From early life on, Tonilia had realized that her father was a sick man. Something had happened to twist his mind so badly that he was a terror to be around if he wasn't attempting to charm people, like a viper waiting to strike. Though he used his daughter as a way to take people in more successfully, he loathed her, hated her even, and she didn't know why. Yet she lived in constant fear of him. Often he would lose his temper and hit her, even if she didn't do a thing wrong.

Many of her younger years were spent in that life. Though they had money generally, her father never gave her anything she wanted, with enough rations to survive. No more, no less. Never was there any affection passed between father and daughter. Unfortunately, though they had money, they were constantly on the run, staying one step ahead of authorities that would have liked to throw her father in jail. Tonilia never made a fuss, but as time went by, she began to hate her father. It was a wound inside her, festering over much time to reflect on his actions. Every time he went into a rage, she would hide. But he would find her, he would drag her out, and abuse her, if not with his fists, with his words.

At ten she tried to run away. She almost made it too, or so she thought. But he caught up with her, beat her, and from then on, she made no more attempts to run. But she became a master at avoiding his fits of rage, a master at being nothing more than a shadow, only to surface when he had gotten over his fury. As time went on, he became more and more cocky of his abilities to get away from the police and their inability to touch him.

Finally he went over the edge, killing a man over a struggle. So they had to run. Tonilia didn't say a thing, just stayed with him in their grueling struggle for escape, hating him still. The authorities didn't catch them until they had reached Skyrim. Barely had they gotten over the border when they were found by Reguard's. The fear of life in a prison was worse than the fear of death, and so he attacked. He shouldn't have, for he was outmatched and outclassed in prowess. But he did. He died with a sword through his gut. Tonilia had watched the entire scene without showing any emotion. She supposed she should have felt some remorse for him, but all she felt was a satisfaction. He couldn't hurt anyone ever again.

She was twelve when she watched her father slaughtered before her own eyes. Because the Redguard's weren't sure they could deal with a child, they decided to place her in the Riften orphanage, hearing that the woman running it was 'kind'. It didn't take Tonilia long to realize she was no such thing. Once again she faced a life of cruelty. Because of her somewhat sullen attitude, adapting to survive her situation, Grelod hated her perhaps even more than the other children, and singled her out for abuse. All her hatred, silent, brooding, transferred to Grelod. Yet she bore the beatings, the abuse and anger, the verbal attacks and fists with a silent, regal bearing. Yet beneath that calm exterior, was a heart boiling with rage, and eyes sparking with hatred for the woman.

It all started the first time Tonilia saw Grelod beat another child. She could go through beatings herself, but she refused to allow anyone else to go through the same thing. Yet she was calculating, cunning, a deep thinker, and realized she couldn't simply attack her right there. And so she waited, plotted. She started to steal things the woman had, started to make her life miserable. It was little things at first. She would play tricks on the older woman, from hiding all her clothes, to more physical pain. If she was caught, she was beaten, but she didn't care. She burned things Grelod liked. Books, things of value, documentation. And sometimes she bragged about it to her face.

When the family came in to adopt a child, Grelod was happy to recommend her. She was happy to leave, but things didn't improve. No, the family she was given to might have been a decent family, had she not been so full of cunning. The father, a brute of a man, but stupid, hated that a fifteen year old girl was smarter than he, and would beat her for her snide remarks. For a year she was forced to work as nothing more than a slave, until the father was killed in a freak accident. Tonilia couldn't say she was sorry, but the wife was going to ship her back to the orphanage that she had come from, not wanting 'another mouth to feed.'

So Tonilia ran.

She ran to Winterhold, stealing from villagers without their knowledge to survive. At first it was only what she needed to survive, but she soon got bolder and bolder, until she was stealing not only what she needed, but also what she wanted. It was there that she bumped into a member of the thieves guild, who had been after the same thing she was. Yet, the man that had been after it, seeing the potential in the young woman, no more than seventeen, offered to take her back to Riften. Though suspicious at first, she found that she liked the idea of being a thief.

She fit in there perfectly. For the first time in her life, Tonilia was treated decently, with food and more than enough things. Yet more than that, she had respect, which she craved. Over the next five years she's built up quite a name for herself. She's pulled dangerous heists without killing anyone, always retrieved what she was sent after, and has an extreme amount of cunning. Naturally born from a superior race in the form of battle, Tonilia quickly and easily became proficient at the use of weaponry. She also buys stolen items from people and seems to have somewhat of a relationship with Vekel the Man.

WEAPONS AND ARMOR

Scimitar Blade - True to her upbringing, Tonilia likes to use a Scimitar blade, finding it easy and light to wield, as well as damaging to whoever meets the end of that blade. She likes to keep her blade by her side at all times.

Orcish dagger - Sometimes you need a little extra help. Tonilia will use a dagger if she needs to for close, hand to hand combat, but generally keeps it strapped to her hip in favor of her Scimitar blade.

Glass Bow Of course, everyone needs to know how to use a bow, and Tonilia is no exception. She can use a bow fairly well, though she prefers a one handed scimitar for her combat. If she needs to use a bow however, she was taught to use one with proficiency.

Thieves Guild Armor The armor is mostly made of leather and is lightweight, making it ideal for the agile shadow-hugging thief.

APPEARANCE

Standing at 5'5, Tonilia is feminine in build, with a narrow waist and gently flared hips. Despite her slight stature, she makes for a powerful warrior, and is a force to be reckoned with. She has dark skin, black hair, and dark brown eyes that seem to pierce right through you. She carries herself with a fierce pride, one without real regret of any actions she could complete. Yet despite that, there's somewhat of an odd look in her eyes at times. Is it sadness? Regret? Fear?

PERSONALITY

Calculating - Over the years, Tonilia has learned to keep her emotions in check. She comes off as cold and at times, bitter at the world - and granted, much of the time she is - and can seem somewhat angry. Despite this, she does have a softer side, and wouldn't needlessly go out of her way to harm anyone. Mostly she just wants to keep to herself and be left alone, especially by loud or obnoxious people, who she cannot stand. Tonilia likes to survey, rather than be a part of situations, and so she usually steps back and watches what happens, not stepping in until she's thought it over or needs to. That makes her take in and study every aspect of a situation to see what's actually happening.

Insolent - Tonilia doesn't give a damn about rules, and thus why she's a thief. She dislikes government and figures of authority, feeling that they impose more than they help, as they weren't there for her growing up, after her father died, or later on in life.

Sarcastic - She has a tendency to be sarcastic with her tongue. Though she remains mostly to herself, when she does speak, much of the time she has snipish things to say to people, and is amused if they don't get what she's actually telling them. This is another aspect to her personality that she adopted from her harsh life.

Tough - Tonilia can take care of herself. Though she's loyal to the Guild and views them as the only people or group that has ever actually cared for her, Tonilia is self-sufficient and if she needed to, would be more then able to survive by herself. She has the air of a 'tough girl' surrounding her, and often will take care of things by herself, rather than ask anyone else to help her.

Proud/confident - Extremely proud, Tonilia will take no bad talking of the Redguard race, and will snap at anyone who does say unkind things about her race. Despite the life that she was given, she is confident in herself and her own abilities, and so she has a hard time asking for assistance in anything.

SKILLS

• Lockpicking
  
• One handed
  
• Archery
  
• Alteration
  
• Sneak
  

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ALIAS . Taiya

AGE . 18

YEARS ROLEPLAYING . 4 1/2

HOW YOU FOUND US . I twas here!

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