Race: Bosmer (female)
Age: 24 mer years
Height: average for a Bosmer
Build: light
Hair Color: red
General Physical Description: wears full light armour and carries a bow everywhere
Occupation: freelance archer, Companion
Possessions: bow (with or without arrows, she never let a bow out of her sight), a tankard (whether it's filled is another matter), and some linen wraps (she collects them for the sake of collecting)
Personality: she lets dangers approach her while she hides to obverse their threat level / running away is not cowardice, that how she survives with only a bow / her gloom is so great that some could swear that dark clouds grow right above her head
History: She tries not to think too much of her past, maybe because she doesn't have one. Once she thought the decision to pass the border of Skyrim was possibly the worst idea she had, but after experiencing the beautiful new sight and life of a new province (not including the annoying dragons), and almost mastering her trade in... shooting, she felt life could never be easier. Until the moment where she suddenly found herself in a tavern, she did not know why but she felt lost and abandoned, something tell her that a certain someone decided to ignore her because she was becoming just too good at the only thing she's good at (which is shooting). Now depressed, she drinks her sorrow away, sometimes dreaming of another girl (and of all races, a Khajiit!) out there travelling the world in her place, whom is not shooting anything with a bow.