Cʟᴏᴜᴅ ᴛʜᴇ Fᴀɪʀ

[Lord]

Name: Cloud (She has no last name)
Aliases: Cloud the Fair

Age: 18
Date of Birth: 16th July

Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual

Affiliation: Markarth. She is open to new affiliations.
Rank: None

Race: Breton
Abilities/Powers: Healing and Conjuration spells come easier to her than that of a destructive nature, though she can use them if necessary. Her healing is commendable, but her strongest magical ability is that of her Conjuring, something she takes pride in.

Appearance:


Description:
Cloud has a well sculpted face and clear, light blue eyes that are often compared to ice. Her hair is long and blonde, though she pins it up more often than not. She is quite pale naturally, though tans well if she spends considerable time in the sun, and she has reasonably long nails, something she has always taken pride in. Cloud wears long dresses and carries no weapons - she keeps herself as cleaner than most, and bathes regularly.

Personality:
Cloud is arguably completely benign. She does not fight, not out of pacifism but out of her inability to do so - she was never taught. Though she has a black sense of humor, and is very cynical about what the future holds for Skyrim, she will always help others.

That is, she'll always help others providing that help isn't detrimental to her own safety, health and happiness. If it isn't convenient for her, she will save herself and let you burn. Cloud is many things, but she is not a hero. Although, it is important to note that her reluctance to put her own neck on the line is nothing personal, in fact, she may actually like the person she's refusing to help. She is not heartless, but she distances herself from others, and Cloud comes first. Always.

It is possible that someone could change this part of her, or rather, become the exception to her rule, but it is unlikely. To earn her respect and loyalty is a difficult thing, but once someone has, there is no going back. Her faithfulness is like no other to those she truly loves, be them friends, family or lovers.

To date, the only person Cloud has ever loved was her older brother, Bartholomew, who died protecting his lover from an unknown enemy to her. This is part of the reason she is the way she is. Cloud has a lovely singing voice, one she only uses twice a year - on the anniversary of his death, and his birthday.

Likes and Strengths:
- Music
- Dancing
- Conjuration
- Animals
- Riding (horses)
- Meeting interesting people (something she gets to do given her job at the Silver-Blood inn)

Dislikes and Weaknesses:
- Going out at night
- Murder
- Fighting
- People crying (she doesn't know how to respond)
- Nords

"I don't care anymore...

"I really don't."

History:
Cloud was born in to her parents, Boromir and Brienne. When she was born, her older brother, Bartholomew, was already eight years old, and her earliest memories are of him caring for her. Her mother worked in the Silver-Blood Inn, and her father went away, to become a mage for someone whose name she never found out. She didn't know much about her father, but that he must have been blonde, because her mother and brother were not, and that her mother indeed loved him. Given her parents were too busy to properly care for her, her older brother took on the job himself. By the time she was eight, she was following him around like a puppy, never leaving him alone for a moment. She had other things to do by this point of course, such as fetching the water from the well furthest from their house. To this day, she still does, as a habit.

Whether Cloud was truly a pretty child is a matter of opinion, but nevertheless, Bartholomew would affectionately call her Cloud the Fair, a nickname that stuck with the people in their town, for everybody loved her talented brother. As did her brother's lover, Rosa. Cloud became jealous of the sudden divided attention, but soon came to love Rosa, as Rosa loved her. Something endearing given that Cloud was the less likeable of the two.

Cloud would never forget the morning she awoke to the sound of screaming. She was twelve years old at this point, and she slid out from her little bed, going outside. There was a cart, with a body in it, covered by a big blanket. Her mother was on her knees, screaming incessantly, pulling at her brown hair. Next to her was Rosa, covered in blood, her face blank and white as a sheet; she was in that much shock. She remembered how her neighbors had tried to drag her away from the scene, how they had removed the blanket, revealing the corpse of her beloved brother, how she'd cried out his name and how he hadn't responded.

She had grieved for so long before she decided that caring was a weakness. She could help that which she already cared about, but never again would she fall for it's cruel manipulations. Rosa disappeared after that, and her mother went insane, and Cloud grew to resent them both. Though Cloud still lives in her family home, her relationship with her mother is strenuous. Her mother stopped working at the Silver-Blood inn, and Cloud replaced her there, even through her fear of them and Ulfric Stormcloak. She practiced her magic quietly, and though she was never good at fighting, conjuration became her forte. She would have to protect herself. Few know of her magical abilities, and she's happy to keep it that way.

Cloud knows a storm is coming. A war of wars. She doesn't know when, or how, but she knows it will come again as it did in the past. She does not care who wins, so long as she is on the winning side.

Place of Birth: Markarth
Relationships:
- Brother - Bartholomew - loved - deceased (aged 20)
- Father - Boromir - resented - alive (unknown)
- Mother - Brienne - resented - alive (54)
- Sister-in-law - Rosa - betrayed - unknown (26)

Other:
Cloud has a hound (Irish Wolfhound) that she is rarely seen without. His name is Argus.

"Let them burn..."

"Let them all burn."

[dany]

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