Race: Nord
Age: Twenty-four
Birth sign: The Steed
Class: Acrobat
Clothing: Considering the fact she's an acrobat, one would be wise to assume her garments include leather and not chain mail as to not weight herself down before climbing, jumping, or performing any sort of exercise. Her armor was custom made and bears her family insignia [a black tree] on ever piece of armor.
Appearance: Five foot seven, with an athletic build and strong arms that can often get her confused with men while she's wearing a helmet. Hair as dark as her name, cut to shoulder length in order to wear it comfortably and to prevent matting and freezing in the cold weather. Icy blue eyes much like the river that flows through their village, as well as a grin that only seems to appear in the most dire of circumstances. Running from Mammoths as an example.. However, the most notable feature on the woman's face is neither of those things, but instead a long scar that resides from her left brow straight down to an inch below her eye. She's become used to the staring that some elves and foreigners give her, seeing as most Nords are known for the scars on their faces, and thus less likely to stare at their brethrens own disfigurements. If she likes you enough, she'd be willing to tell you the story behind it as well.
Personality: Much like the frigid weather Skyrim has become known for, so is the young Nord womans personality. While she's not quite known for her smile, other then when she and others get into sticky situations, she is known for her prowess with a blade and her mind. Puzzles and lore are not a problem for the hardy Nord, unlike most of her northern kin, but anything that ranges into "touchy-feely" emotions..well that's something foreign to her. She's never been too fond of romance stories, or the simple notion of falling in love. She's a realist, and her main goal in life is simply to survive and provide for as long as possibly. She's loyal however, straight down to the very core. If you're friend, family, or even a passerby she would never hesitate to take an arrow or wound for you. Despite having high morals, she has been known to filch a few things in her life time as well, especially when the Thalmor started breathing down everyone's back so heavily. Generally she picks noble's places to scout out and steal from, seeing as they hardly ever notice. It's not common practice or anything, but if you mention her to a Thieves Guild Member, you might get a little chuckle and a story depending on the mood.
Background: For centuries the Blackwood's have made their name known across most of Skyrim as adventures and black smiths with a keen talent for the forge. Rona, though not a blacksmith herself, has done much to make her Nord born family proud over the years. With her adventuring, she's made a fair bit of gold keeping bandits and other scavangers off her peoples lands as well as Forsworn and any other who wished to test their mettle against her own. Along with her younger brother Brom, the young Nord associates herself with the Companions as well as the Thieves Guild , though no ones but herself and other members are aware of the latter.[ More to come once the story goes on..]
Weapon: Two slim iron daggers forged by her brothers own hand. Perhaps not as good as a glass or ebony dagger, but in her own eyes anything that can cut a mans head off is good enough for her.
Magic: She's never had the passion, or ability to use it. Perhaps somewhere deep down she could create a fireball like all the other mages she's seen, but as of now she hasn't quite found it yet.
Likes: Wine, the lute, bards who can play well, fishing, fighting, debating, elves, Talos, Mara, Arkay, snow, rain, taffy, warm bread, the feel of a fire after a long day, company, and her horse Starling.
Dislikes: Bad singers, lecherous men, drunken fools, gabby bar maids, rat meat, rambunctious children, loneliness, and the dark.
Beliefs: Talos, Mara, and Arkay are all the Divines she needs.
Alignment: Good....for the most part.
Guilds:Companions/ Thieves Guild.