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◈ Dossier ◈
NAME: Erys Ossaine
RACE: Daedra (Manmeri in Appearance)
GENDER: Female PRONOUNS:She | Her
OCCUPATION: Mercenary
BIRTH: 23rd of Sun's Dusk, 2E 338 (256 yrs Old)
BIRTHSIGN: The Atronach
HEIGHT: 5'6''
BUILD: Muscular & BuxomAPPEARANCE: Her hair often styled in various ways, shaved cropped low to her scalp or long ebon locks. Her face bears four distinct claw marks along the right side of her face. Erys has a rather Imperial looking nose, adorned with a septum percing and two bridge piercings. Often seen adorned in gold and silver jewelry with tattoos of Ayleid and Daedric markings along her shoulders, neck, and hands. This woman can be often seen swapping between fine silks and furs of black, grey and blue to leathers of the same tones.LIKES: Rain Storms. Ale. Her bugshell pipe, tobacco & hackle-lo. Her mount Nimble-Paw. Tall Dunmer men. Ayleids.
DISLIKES: Nosey people. Shitty mead. Cowards. People who refuse to stick to their word. Abandonment.
ORIENTATION: Queer
STATUS: PartneredALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral
AFFILIATION9(S):
◈ Herself (Mostly)
◈ House SeverinLANGUAGE(S):
◈ Common Cyrodiilic
◈ Ayleidoon
◈ Dunmeris
◈ Reach-TongueTAROT:
◈ The High Priestess
◈ The Chariot
◈ Queen of Wands
◈ Ten of Wands
◈ Ace of CupsVOICE CLAIM: Laura Post as Arana the Reach-Witch in The Elder Scrolls Online: Markarth
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“Surrounded by madness, surrounded by hunger, surrounded by everything but death, I knew death was our only way out.'
― Harlan Ellison, I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream
Erys Ossaine was positively an enigma. Appearing to descend from the Jerall Mountains one year, seeking a life outside of the snowy lands of Skyrim. Always prone to drifting on and off to various organizations, she never seemed satisfied. The thrill of chasing the next high. The next job. More coin. More reknown. More blood to wet her blade. More drink to chase away the nightmares. More food to fill her belly. Anything and everything that could give her the high she sought; Something to conceal her woes and the rolling storms of whatever had plagued her mind.Her thrill-seeking endeavors brought her to all provinces of Tamriel at least once. She rarely lingered more than a couple of months or years at a time, often going into hiding before resurfacing somewhere new all together. A new name. A new face. New attitudes and sweet words to mask what mental decay lurked beneath the surface. She was the ink and oil tainting calm waters, marring clear depths before she invaded fully like the inevitable impact of stones upon it's even surface sought to make waves, disturbing what little peace remained.This time was different. Her cool, serpentine gaze that seemed to see through you. That distinct magicka that seemed to charge the air about her was wrong, down to the very way she bleeds. All of it was strange. Wrong. But that smile never left her. What has changed? How long will it be until her blade tastes blood? Until this carefully crafted facade breaks?
What happened...
...all those years ago?
Memories are fractured and unremembered. The sands of Fargrave reach from as far as the eye can see, with the glaring light of the sun boring down against the crown of one singular head. All she knows is something is lost. Forgotten. It feels wrong. But the past is gone beyond a doubt, yet still does she crawl out from the depths, refusing to be buried like the rest. She will not be forgotten.The undying song will be sung once again.
◈ Skills ◈
strengths
↠ Mysticism & Conjuration | Two's a Crowd
Capable of feats with a wide arrange of magical spells from her long life. She has master the ways of teleporation, telekinesis and now through her magicka imbued inks, magicka and spell absorption.↠ Spearman | Impaling Enemies Easily
Upon entering battle, she also summons spears via armamancy to aid her, capable of throwing and maintaining the presence of three at once before she resummons them. Having exercised this skill since her first life, she is very capable with spear-arms, whether it be summoned or not.
Weaknesses
↠ The Burden of Immortality | Mental Decay
Unlike the natural stability and longetivity of the races of merfolk, she was never meant to live this long. Unable to cope with the inevitable ways she has outlived her kin and more throughout her days, she suffers considerably for it. Known to occassionally be neurotic and prone to abandoning others, she has angered many in her careless ways.↠ Magickal Burnout | A Star That Burns Too Bright
On occassion, when she absorbs too much she would need to expel it.If she cannot in time, there are consequences. Sometimes illness. Sometimes worse.
◈ Connections ◈
“Or, as Goethe summed it: “Know thyself? If I knew myself, I’d run away.”
― Harlan Ellison, I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream
Treasa E. Blackthorn
The Most Promising Protege; First Daughter, Adored
"You were the second, along with your sister Asteria that I had taken under my wing. You both turned out to be astonishing women. Both powerful in your own right. You serve House Decentius in my stead. Bring honor to our clan where I did not."
Asteria V. Blackthorn
The Scholar of Gwylim;Second Daughter, Adored
"You and Treasa were inseparable as children, and now as adults. It was an honor to raise you both alongside your elder sister. To be so intelligent to study in Gwylim of all places! And now you, too, serve my Emperor. Do him well, and serve with great dignity."
Elena & Eltrys Blackthorn
The Twins; Third Daughter and First Son, Adored
"Giving birth to you two was my greatest blessing. To raise my own again will be another. Now, nearly a year old, do you two still astonish me. Please, be as beautiful and as fearsome as your elder sisters."
Silas Frostfang
Ex-Husband; Respected & Admired
"Though our marriage had withered, we parted on equal terms. We each take turns rearing our precious children. So fierce. They look like the perfect blend of us. Let our friendship continue to blossom where our love did not."
Ephemerus Calicero
An Everlasting Pair; Complicated
"We have not seen each other in a year, but still I remember your voice. Your touch. Your presence. We walked dreams together and bonded through our ethereal consciousnesses. You've been gone a long time now. I hope you still live."
Redoran Athyn Severin
Consul of Anchruhn Fel Lover
"Never before have I wanted to tear a man apart with my own hands more than I did you. But even still I desired nothing more than to feel your touch. Your lips upon mine. Our relationship took off. A match struck and tossed into a barrel of kindlepitch. My love for you burns just as bright."
Volund Decentius
Iron Lord of House Decentius; Former Employer, Estranged
"I have made a vow and have broken it once again. You are not the first to be abandoned. You will not be the last. My only wish is that you do not hold it against my children whom I have instructed to serve you in my stead. Do not treat them harshly. I beg of you, should you pity this renegade."
Vivayth
The Witch of the East; Complicated
"You stir something within me. A need. A strangeness I cannot place my finger upon. A game we play, much like my employer. A tug and pull of our wits once again with each other. We both knash our teeth and I find that I quite like your bite. Whether or not it will end up with you at my throat is anyone's guess."
Gigi
Mischief Incarnate; Confidant
"You call me old and I find that I quite like hearing it from you. We've spent time together, so much so that I had a chance to relax for once. I miss you. I've not seen you in some time. Perhaps...it is time to seek you out again."
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House Decentius
Deserted
"I led my family here for prosperity and found it in abundance. I am grateful for the opportunities shared, and realized that I could no longer to afford to linger myself. While they remain and seek ennoblement, I seek seclusion and freedom. I only hope that my Lord bears no ill will unto me for my decisions."
House Severin
Retainer
"I have abandoned the West and Central lands of High Rock and Cyrodiil for an arrangement I never thought I would take. As a retainer, I will do my utmost to not disappoint you, my Lord. May my blade soak in the blood of your enemies."
◈ Hooks ◈
Common
↠ Mercenary | With Friends Like These
Always available for hire no matter how dangerous or how mundane. She's happy to have work to support herself and her pets. Will she side with you and your goals? Maybe for a time, if it pays well enough.↠ Unsteady Alliances | A Chronic Absentee
Erys has been known to change alliances with her whims, changing them like her clothes. Though her loyalty remains true to some it is not uncommon for her to be drifting from place to place, giving her sword to those who she finds favorable and worthy of her skill.
unCommon
↠ Dark Past | To Discern Who is Friend or Foe
An affliction plagues her both mentally and physically. With losing what she worked so hard to gain again, her experience has left her vulnerable and wandering once more. Topped with having lived a long time, she's been through Oblivion and back thus making Erys a strong ally or adversary with a little more than flexible morals. Someone's boon or bane, depending on what side you find her on.
Locations
↠ Tamriel | The Playing Grounds
Visitng various regions of Tamriel is not new to Erys. She's capable of traveling far and wide for her odds and ends and refuses to back down when challenged. You will find her lurking in many places.↠ Fargrave | Shards of Undeath
Having been remade from the very creatia of this princeless realm, Erys is now bound. When killed, she reincorporates in this strange land. Now finding herself busy here more frequently she can be found taking work or secluding herself here to recover.