Remari (She/Her)

Raelana Tree-Razer

Race: Bosmer

Gender: Female

Age: 30

Birth Sign: The Ritual | Morning Star / January | Medical Knowledge, Detective/Empathic Accuracy

Occupation: Sword for hire, alchemist, poisoner, serial arsonist

Gear: She wears rather singed and soot-covered mages robes, stained by (she claims) decades worth of alchemical mishaps. Attached to her belt at all times is a pouch of seeds, both exotic and common.

Bag: Contains a sketchbook containing drawings of various flora from all over Tamriel, drawn in charcoal, various seeds, dubious alchemical ingredients, soul gems, flint and steel.

Combat Skills:

2-Handed Weapon: 1 - Novice

Archery: 1* - Adept

Dodge: 2 - Adept

Magical Skills:

Restoration: 2 - Novice

Destruction: 2 - Novice

General Skills:

Alchemy: 2* - Adept

Artist: 2 - Adept

Chef: 1 - Novice

Enchanting: 2 - Adept

Nature Survival: 1* - Adept

Resilience: 2 - Adept

Streetwise: 1 - Novice

Medical Knowledge: 1* - Adept

Bosmer Skills, Untaken:

Acrobatics: 0* - Novice

Pickpocketing: 0* - Novice

Stealth: 0* - Novice

Detective: 0* - Novice

Points Used: 20

Points Available: 10

Character Flaws:

Bounty | You have been made the target of a bounty, and for you to return to your home is death. In fact, you avoid any Aldmeri Dominion territories where you can, out of fear of being sent back to Valenwood.

Zealot | You hold an uncompromising belief in the fallacy of the Green Pact. You consider your own interpretation of it, the strengthening of plant life through the Cycles, to be the true meaning of the Pact. Nothing can convince you otherwise, and you tend to get irrational when discussing your homeland and you dismiss those kinsmen who don’t follow you as fools for heeding the Silvenar’s lies.

Perfectionist | You have absolute perfection in all things. Will anger easily if tasks are not completed to their high standards.

Old Flame | The child you saved, and unintentionally burnt down Whisper Grove for, has a vendetta against you. He has grown into a reckless young elf, and while you would give your life for him, he seeks nothing but to end your heresy.

Brutally Honest/Confrontational | You can't help it. You have no filter. You think it and you have to say it, horrible truth to compliment alike and/or your copious opinions on the state of things... you've said it... Characterized by directness in manner or speech; without subtlety or evasion. Some other related descriptors: Bold, frank, rough, blunt, insensitive, brusque, abrupt, brazen, audacious, tactless, or gruff. Maybe even lacking proper modesty or restraint; rude; impudent.

Total Flaws:  5

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Edited April 21 by Toralea
Added birthsign

Once, she had been known as Raelana the Nurturing.
 

The light flickered against her closed eyelids, and she breathed in the smoke, smiling, remembering. The laughter of children, running between the trees without fear. The grateful, toothless smile of the village elder. The kind eyes of her beloved. This unnatural warmth she had brought into the world, that she was basking in... It brought her back to when those times had ended. 

Couldn't they see?

Wouldn't they learn the lesson? Life grew in the strangest places.

She had had to flee. Restoration gone awry.  Turned to Conjuration. Turned Whisper Grove to ash. 

She hadn't had a choice. She had had to save the child. But she had forgotten to never trust the Dremora.

Trying to right her mistake, she gathered adventurers and brought them back to Whisper Grove to reclaim the city. What they learned there, from the very child Raelana had given everything to save, sealed her fate.

So she fled Greenshade, bloody and stricken, but with eyes that had seen which the others had not. Sturdy saplings, lit orange by the light of the Oblivion Gate, that her years raising plants had taught her would grow into the strongest trees outside of Grahtwood and Falinesti. So, in exile, she experimented. After all, her actions had already caused her to break the Green Pact, no?

But had it?

A controlled burn of a savanna in the Gold Coast proved to make suitable farmland for a grateful Imperial. The lava flows in Vvardenfell struck bare earth, but created great natural beauty and rare minerals. An accident near the front lines between the Pact and Covenant lead to the destruction of acres of Colovian woodlands, but... again, the foliage grew back stronger than before. 

Raelana could never return home to Valenwood. But she could embrace the name her people had given her in infamy: the Tree-Razer. She could preach. She could make them understand. Show them what she's seen. Help them learn what she's learned. Life is a cycle, and therefore, the Green Pact was misguided. Through it, the Bosmer had stunted the thick jungles of their homeland and allowed the Altmer to take control. 

But they refuse to see.

So she shall make them.

/sign