FAILDE

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FAILDE .

FULL NAME . Failde NICK NAMES . Plenty he wouldn't like to discuss AGE & BIRTHDAY . 20 - 12th of Mid Year SPECIES . Altmer OCCUPATION . Aide to Elenwen STORMCLOAK, IMPERIAL OR NEUTRAL? Imperial GUILDS (IF APPLICABLE). Thalmor WITCH, VAMPIRE OR WEREWOLF? (PUT N/A IF NONE) Nope! SEXUAL ORIENTATION . Heterosexual CANON (IF APPLICABLE) . Nope!

[atrb=border,0,true] A TALE OF LONG AGO So very long ago on a fateful night, a son was born to a wealthy Altmer family. Genetics were in favor of this young elf, for he had perfectly defined features even from that young of an age. So much so, in fact, that every other family for miles and miles around were jealous of the parents of this perfect child. You've got it, I'm that son. From day one not only was I a perfect child in appearance, but intelligence as well. Actually let's rewind a tiny bit, shall we? Not only was I perfect in appearance and intelligence, but absolutely everything else as well. I was the pride and joy of my parents, no really. They lived and breathed only to please this perfect - divinely sculpted child that they bore. Yes, I had just about as good of a life as one could possibly imagine. My family was extremely wealthy. I was the firstborn to aging Altmer parents, who had moved to Solitude for reasons that I've never actually figured out. I had maids to wait on me day in and day out. Oh yes. They would bring me candy, they would dote on me, and of course, tell me just how perfect of a child I was. Life was like this paradise fit for a prince, until that fateful year. I had turned five years old when I was told that my mother once more would be giving birth. At first I didn't care much about that. After all, nothing would change, so why be concerned about it? Unfortunately for me, nothing was the same after that year. My mother gave birth at the same time I started to attend school. Oh yes, that was when my life started to crumble around me. At the house, no longer was I the center of the world. And oh my heavens did that stab me to the heart. Can you imagine! The abomination they called my sister was...hideous. It was slimy looking, shaped weird, smelled nearly constantly from dirtying herself, and all around loud. How loud she was! She would scream and scream, to the point where I thought my ears might bleed off. The horror! While I was learning to read - and becoming superb at it because of my intelligence - she would squall and squall. Sometimes I tried to talk her out of screaming so loudly. Oh yes, I would stand and try to reason with her for hours before finally breaking down and raising my voice to top hers. And suddenly the maids no longer doted on me! Can you believe they would go from doting on a son of the divines in appearance and intelligence, to some misshapen little twit of a slimy eel?! Neither can I! Because of her constantly dirtying herself - as would be natural for anyone - I developed an intense hatred for germs. Ugh! Even now the thought of germs being on or around me is just horrifying. And did you know how many hundreds of germs you could be exposed to in a day? When I was told, I locked my door and vowed I would never again set foot into the outdoor world filled with the horrors they call germs. That lasted until the next day. My father had one of the maids come to force me to go to out and to the school. Oh God, what a terrible day that was! I remember clinging to the bed in my room and shouting that I would never expose my body - sculpted by the divines - to such awful diseases! But I was dragged by that plump maid not only out of the house, but all the way through the city of Solitude and into the school. I was forced to endure that wretched day, knowing that on every surface and every corner there lurked hundreds of these horrible diseases. And you want to know the worst part? A child had come to school sick that day. That's right. His foul parents had sent this wretchedly sick child to a social setting where he would no doubt infect everyone that he came in contact with. Unfortunately, that was me. He was my seating partner. And you want to know what he did?! He...he sneezed on me. Probably infecting me with thousands of diseases that could paralyze my immune system and leave me a writhing in my bed while fever raged through my body! They would rue the day they sent their sick child to school and I forced me to sit beside such an infernal boy! After that day however, I got plenty of nicknames that would try the patience of a saint. I don't...I don't want to repeat any of the names that I was called, but they were each wretched. And they should all be ashamed of themselves! Here I was, the healthy and intelligent child to avoid germs, and yet they had the guts to tease me about it! In my opinion, they should have spent less time teasing me and more time in a bathtub themselves. And their...physical activity. They always did seem to love that barbaric 'play', with sticks cut out to be pretend swords. And the mud...what makes wrestling better when you do it in the mud? Despite never fitting in with the other children - and not wanting to in all honesty - I decided I loved school. All I had to do was block out the names and the things they would attempt to do to me, and I was in love. My teachers urged me to become a writer, as I loved to write poetry and other wonderful verses. I liked it all though. Continually through the years I was the top student in the class. Not that it was hard, given the genetics of the children that I dealt with. Along with my regular classes, my parents hired a private tutor in the art of magic. I excelled at that of course. While I did all of that schooling, I read every book that I could get my hands on. After I graduated from school, I wanted badly to become a writer. It was, as I believed, my destiny to do so. But alas, my parents had other ideas. Apparently they had always wished for their firstborn to join the Thalmor embassy. So much so, in fact, that they would not take no for an answer. What did I care about a bunch of freaks running around in long black garb?! On my hands and knees I pleaded not to go. Still they remained firm. I tried to barricade myself in my room in order to avoid following their dream for me, but that didn't work for me either. They dragged me all the way to the Embassy and dropped me there, like I was some common wenches son! The nerve! Though I've only been here for a few months, I've since become an aide to Elenwen - the resident ambassador. Divines help me in this wretched wasteland above Solitude. Divines help me... PERSONALITY Dramatic - Whatever situation he's surrounded with, Failde has a unique way of dealing with it. He has this way of making everything appear to be larger than it is. If he gets mud on his clothes, it's the worst thing possible in the world. If he steps in a puddle, it can ruin his day. No matter what happens, he always manages to exaggerate everything. Right down to the way he walks - or struts - and the way he gestures and talks. Germaphobic - Ugh...germs. Failde has a serious issue with germs, to the point where he hates to get dirty whatsoever. He'll avoid everything that has to do with physical work, and cannot stand people that are less than perfectly cleanly. If you're dirty, he will suggest a bath. Arrogant - Failde thinks in his own mind that he had to have been sculpted by the divines themselves. He finds nothing wrong with himself, and thinks that he can do absolutely no wrong. Every one of his actions he thinks is absolutely amazing and perfect in every way. In fact, he lives in life in denial of ever doing anything wrong. For that reason, he's extremely slow to accept any consequences of bad things being his fault. Intelligent/book smart - What Failde lacks in social skills, he makes up for in intelligence. Unfortunately, this seems to make people dislike him even more. He's always been good at book work. He has an insane memory and can execute it efficiently. He makes no effort to hide that he's smarter than you, and will often correct anyone on their manner of speaking or what it is that they're speaking about. This can get him in trouble when he starts mouthing off to a person superior to him. Extremely lacking in social skills - If it deals with social acceptability, Failde doesn't seem to grasp it. In fact, social norms seem to pass right over his head, and he cannot understand why anyone would want to expend effort to get to know those around them better. Along with that comes a prejudice of other races, especially Nords and Redgards, who views as nothing but attack apes. With absolutely all brawn and no brain. Sarcastic - Due to his lack of social skills, Failde has a hard time holding himself back from commenting on others. He finds most odd habits of others appalling and feels no need to curb his tongue when dealing with others. He's quick witted and snarky, to the point of being able to say things that have a double meaning. One has to stay on their toes when they were called all sorts of terrible names growing up. Quirky - Despite hating the habits of others, Failde has many quirks himself. From the way he walks - or struts, to the way he sips his drink, he's riddled up and down with all sorts of odd behaviors. Refined - Failde is extremely refined in how he thinks and acts (Or so HE thinks anyway). Because of this, he views many of those around him as barbaric savages. Anyone who would take up a blade and simply kill people for no reason have to be such, right?! How ironic that he's now a Thalmor...

ALIAS . Taiya

AGE . Eleventy bagillion

YEARS ROLEPLAYING . ^

HOW YOU FOUND US . By being me?

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Aaand done! :3