Starflight

Intro

• "A shadowy warrior teleported from another universe trying to get back and save her world from a dragon overlord."

• Basic Info

  • Name: Starflight
  • Gender: Female
  • Nicknames: Thane, Dragonborn, Dovakhiin
  • Race: Nord
  • Deity: Talos
  • Age: Adult
  • Body Type: Thick and muscular
  • Height: towering 6'6"
  • Weight: 225 lbs
  • Complexion: Rather pale
  • Hair: Blondish
  • Eyes: Gray and assessing
  • Handedness: uses both hands that the gods gave her to smite enemies
  • Scars: Silvery thin, starting from her lower ribcage on her back, coming around to end at the hip
  • Relationship Status: rather uninterested in the whole thing
  • Personality: Grim, straightforward, blunt but strives to stay informed of current affairs
  • Mannerisms: Smooth lumbering gait and constantly wandering eye. Prefers to listen and act than talk and boast
  • Likes: stealth archery, two-handed weapons, raiding bandits, crafting expensive jewelry, picking flowers
  • Dislikes: red meat, mead, busy bodies,snobbery & condescension
  • Fears: paralysis, vampires, roaches and their larger cousins, the madness of sheogorath
  • Scent: lavender, oiled leather, cold wind with a hint of lightning ionization

• Description

  
  Has a Mohawk made of dreads. A red tattoo covers her eyes, a vertical slash over each, contrasting rather nicely with her eye color for a striking effect. Two more red slashes run from the corners of her mouth to the jawline. Of towering height and stern bearing, her body is made purely of sinewy muscle, the picture of thinly restrained power. Of course, such stunning musculature is usually hidden underneath her rather intimdating and forbidding ebony armor, with ram horns sprouting up from her helmet that look particularly vicious. The overall message is clear:
  
  Don't Fuck With Me.

• History

  It was supposed to be a rather straightforward mission: Gaze upon the Elder Scroll, peer into the distant past and learn the Shout which could strip the power of flight from a dragon and make them vulnerable to the hands of mere mortals. Although, of course, she was warned of the...unpredictability of the Elder Scrolls. They were more than mere rolls of inked parchment, clearly an object to the eyes of men, and yet transcending all such restrictions and limitations that usually attached themselves to mere objects of matter. There was Power in an Elder Scroll. But it was never really a power that could be so easily commanded by the hands of such limited beings as we.
  
  In any case, Starflight did indeed learn the secret Shout that would level the playing field between her and her nemesis Alduin. Truly, it would be a fight among dragons -- after all, the Dragonborn are literally the souls of dragons, clothed in the fragile flesh of men and mer. Although, Starflight's impressive musculature, towering frame, and love of forbidding heavy armor would belie that assumption of fragility. Nonetheless, she was still mortal, a vesper on the winds of time that did not sweep away the everlasting dragons, thus the need for the Great Equalizer.
  
  It was afterwards, after she learned the Shout of Rending that things began to go...wrong.
  
  There was, of course, the blinding brightness and the strange feeling of being-notbeing that signified astral projection across time and space. Eventually, she began to feel more being and also more hot. Her vision was still overpowered with light, the afterimage burned into her retinas, but her hearing was recovered enough to hear the howling winds of the mountain top, or rather, its absence. Her skin, sheathed as it was in heavy ebony armor, began to sweat and somehow the air smelled...different.
  
  Sensing something amiss, Starflight immediately crouched and knocked her ebony bow with a glass arrow. Due to her skillfulness in the art of stealth, she knew that no one would be able to observe her as she recovered, even if she were out in the open in broad daylight. A magic of its own, as it were.
  
  It took several more minutes, but eventually she began to see shapes. Trees perhaps? The was the quiet shush shush shush of furry paws scurrying through high grass. A croak right behind Starflight set off her battle-honed reflexes and a rapidly deflating toad was abruptly staked upon the tree behind it.
  
  A tree with purple leaves and golden flowers and silvery bark. Obviously not a tree from Skyrim. And she had never heard of such in all of Tamriel.
  
  Where, in the name of Talos, was she?
  
  Starflight slowly stood and put away her bow and arrows, comforted by the reassuring weight of her stahlrim hammer. She glanced up quickly at the setting sun and set off in a random direction, not at all sure where she was but not really afraid either. She could handle herself.
  
  Indeed, I have heard tales that she could set a man ablaze with her shout and walk through walls like a ghost with only a whisper. Woe to the enemy who dare cross her path!