What's your Name?Name: Risrryn
Nickname: Ris, Ryn
Ah, I see. Tell me, what do you look like?Age: 23 years old
Race: Nord, Werewolf
Gender: Female
Hair color: Brown
Eye color: Honey Hazel
Height: 5'6"
Weight: roughly 140 lbs.
Advanced description:
Ris isn't slender or frail by far; she's build like a fighter or a ranger through and through. There is a wild beauty about her, with her long brown hair and sparkling eyes. She dresses the part of a fighter, very rarely wearing anything that might be elegant and fancy - soft leathers and pale white shirts is normally the best you will get from her. One part of her dress that never changes is her amulet, a gift from her father before he disappeared.
Secondary pic: Cloak Hood UpTell Me About Yourself:Homeland: Cyrodiil
Personality:
Her mother used the word 'spitfire'. Risrryn was a horribly willful and stubborn child; that hasn't improved with age. She's still bull headed and driven, sometimes past the point a more sane or logical person would remember to stop. She isn't quick to trust thought outside her family, both blood and oathed, but she also won't simply walk away from a person in peril. Under the attempts to be tough and the hot-blooded temper, she's still very much a child in many ways. She finds wonder in small things; she often collects shells, small gems, and unique rocks in her travels. She's never been one 'committed' in a relationship - mostly cause most men can deal with her that long.
Likes:
- Fresh food (fresh picked fruits are weakness)
- Good Drink
- Good Fights (verbal and physical)
- Being outside the city
- helping children
Dislikes:
- The Silver Hand
- Heavy 'Drink'
- 'Burnt' meat
- Loud, annoying Drunks
- Dirty Fighters
- Tone deaf Bards
Fears:
- losing herself in her Beast
- hurting someone innocent
- letting someone get to emotionally close
Theme: Currently None
Theme Artist: --
Relationship status: single
Gender Preference: male
Skills:Preferred Skill: Archery
Secondary Skills: Speech, Sneak, Alchemy
Least Favored Skill: Conjuration
Weapons and Armor:Light or Heavy Armor: Light
Armor type: Leather
One or Two handed weapon: One-handed
Weapon: Iron Sword, Long Bow w/Iron Arrows
Affiliation:Affiliation: Companions
Words of Power: N/A
Tell Me About Your Past:Bio/History:
Born on a homestead just south of the border between Cyrodiil and Skyrim, Ris new very little about Dragons or War as a young child. Her family were simple farmers, nothing more. But as she grew, she sensed something greater, that her parents wouldn't tell her. One night when she was barely six years old, a old friend of her father's came to their door.
Laying in bed next to her siblings, Riss tried to hear the hushed words in the rooms below, but only murmurs reached her. In the morning, the sun's light revealed her Father's departure the next before. Gone to Skyrim to aid old war allies was all her mother would tell them; as time passed and no word came... he was given up for dead, leaving her mother to manage on alone.
She grew up angry, hurt by the fact he had simply left them behind. She was barely sixteen when she left her family to hunt for him. Her aging Mother made no attempts to stop her spitfire daughter as Riss took her mother's old armor and struck out to find out what had become of the man that had sired her. She tracked him over the border into Skyrim and into the city of Whiterun, but nothing more followed.
Anger fueled by disappointment and ale at the city's tavern, she was more the willing to lend her fists to the underdog when the fighting broke out. Several broken tables and benches later, the attackers were out cold and the man she had added turned a critical eye on her. He simply gave her directions and said to come see him when she'd slept off the mead in her system.
The morning that followed was a awful headache and a newly awakened hatred of Mead. Riss followed the directions threw the city; finding herself in short order on the steps of the massive Jorrvaskr. Unsure why he had called her here, she entered and found something she hadn't been looking for; a channel for her rage, her anger, and her talents with blade and bow.
Ris has long since given up her hunt for her father or what might have happened to him. She has remained a Companion for the past four years and had proven herself over and over again; she's embraced her new 'Beast' despite the fears of what the afterlife might hold for those with the mixed blood. For now, she simply focuses on the hunt and protecting her shield-mates, as well as sending coin home across the border to her Mother.
Other:Other Accounts: None
RP experience:
texted based; about 6 yrs
total; about 10 yrs, maybe more
