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[THEANA THE UNBROKEN .]

THEANA THE UNBROKEN .

THEANA THE UNBROKEN . ANA . 18 ON THE 9TH OF LAST SEED . NORD . EX-NOBLEWOMAN, HUNTRESS AND WANDERER . NEUTRAL N/A N/A BISEXUAL . N/A .

[atrb=border,0,true] WEAPONS & ARMOR . Living a privileged life has led me down a path of owning fine weapons and armor. Before I had left home, I had managed to save up enough gold to purchase some armor that I am proud to wear. My mother was never really the one to let me wear such things, so it brings me pride now to be wearing them and knowing that I was the one to buy them for myself. The armor I wear is steel with a black tint throughout it - some mistake it for ebony armor, but those who are familiar with armor know that it is simply steel. When it comes to my weapons, I haven't been able to carry anything but my bow and quiver, which is an ebony bow and dwarven arrows. Well, really it's any arrow that I can find, but I was fortunate enough to come across a full quiver of dwarven arrows, so that is what I am using primarily. SKILLS . I was never properly trained in many things, but I have learned from teaching myself. Archery is my most precious skill and I practice whenever I can; I have learned to shoot from far distances and landing my target in at least the neck, if not the head. Since I have been living out in the harsh terrain that is Skyrim, there is much I still need to learn. I am a terrible sneak, it's a wonder I was able to get out without my parents suspecting. However, what I lack in sneaking, I make up for in speech. I can talk my way out of many situations and know exactly just when to keep my mouth shout, which I think many master of words forget. Magic is very limited to me, but I know a few restoration spells as well as some illusion spells, which have definitely helped me since being out in Skyrim on my own. HISTORY . I was born to the Jarl of Falkreath and his wife; I was the last of nine children and the only one born a girl. My father was proud and so was my mother, they had been waiting for me. Though they had eight sons, none of them would give them gold through marriage. As soon as I was born, my mother trained me into becoming a proper lady, but I never obeyed her. Instead, I would try and sneak out to be with my brothers, training and preparing to become soldiers - knights. That's what I wanted to be, a warrior. Every time, my mother would catch me and scold me for getting my dress dirty from the mud outside. I didn't care if I got dirty, I didn't care if I got hurt. All I wanted was to live the life I wish to. For a while, I gave up my dream and dad as my mother commanded me. I ate properly, I sat like a lady and even avoided going outside, unless it was to practice for archery. That was the deal my mother and I made - a compromise. Every day, after lessons and tea, I would be able to go outside for two hours and practice archery with my brothers. It didn't take me long to surpass them. They would become jealous and pick on me for beating them at something. But I didn't care, I relished in their jealousy. Many of my brothers were much older than me and thus didn't handle being beaten by a girl, let alone one as young as I was, very well. Though they never laid a hand no me, they would tell me mother of things that I didn't even do. Things that would make my practice time at archery start to become less and less. At first, I fought my mother on it, telling her that it was the only thing keeping me from running away. Of course, she didn't listen and I eventually had to sneak out at night to get my fix of what I loved doing the most. Then, when I reached of age, my mother and father sent me on a tour through Skyrim, meeting all of the Jarl's and the Jarl's sons, even their thane's and their sons. None of them sparked my interested and none of them appreciated the way that I held myself and spoke. I am no lady and I knew that, even when my mother gave me what I wished Now that she had taken away the only thing I really cared about, there was no punishment from her anymore. One by one, I rejected the suitors, until eventually, my mother snapped. With a sword, she beat me and bruise me, made me scream for my life. Once she was done, she grabbed me by the hair and demanded that I pick a suitor by the next day, or else she would use the sword she was holding to cut my head clean off my shoulders. She told me that all I ever was to her was gold in her pocket, and if I wasn't going to give her that, then I wouldn't be worth anything to her. I was afraid - terrified, but I stood my ground and didn't let her see me cry. It wasn't until she left my tent that I started to let the tears come. There was so much that I wanted to say, so much I wanted to do to her to make her see just what she had done to me. Instead, I decided to do something that would give her no satisfaction - she wouldn't be able to kill me nor was she getting her gold. I packed only my essentials and managed to steal a horse before riding off into the unknown that was Skyrim. The first month was nearly impossible; I didn't know how to hunt, I had no weapon, no armor and, most importantly, no food. I had managed to take some gold before I left, but it only got me so far. Eventually I could feel myself becoming too weak to go on, too hungry, too thirsty. I had tried to urge myself to keep moving for as long as I could, and I glad I had. I had found myself in a small town, that I soon found to be Karthswasten; it was then that I let myself fall to the ground out of both exhaustion and relief. I looked just as bad as I felt; having only one garment, it was ripped a tattered - covered in dirt, blood and mudd, as was my face and chest. My lips were cracked to the point of bleeding every time I breathed and my feet were just as sore and broken. I was taken in by an elderly farmer and his wife; they fed me and bathed me, gave me some clothes and got me a job at the inn. It was them who named me Theana the Unbroken. My life was simple at the inn, I made little pay, but saved every penny ad, eventually, I had enough to get myself on my feet. A little over a years worth. I managed to buy a carriage ride to Markarth, where I then purchased my own suit of armor and a bow. Both went through my savings and I was soon back to square one. Still, I have little gold and the only gold I do get is from what I hunt and sell, otherwise I hunt for my own food. Lately, I have been deciding to discover Skyrim, though I hardly would call it adventuring, more of wandering. I am still unsure of the dangers of Skyrim, but I am perpared to face them.

CHARLIE .

TWENTY .

TEN .

I AM THE ALMIGHTY ADMIN .