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Bellatrix "Bella" Whitewater

I am an expert mage from the College of Winterhold.

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a character in “Skyrim: The Mentor & The Sellswords”, originally authored by Arabella13, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Bellatrix Whitewater

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Basic Info

Name: "Call me Bella if you'd like and thats what I prefer."
Race: High Elf
Age: 20
Gender:
Female
Personality

Bellatrix is a happy and flirty girl. She likes Nords and Imperials the most because of their attribution to Skyrim and its peoples. She

Equipment

Bellatrix wears the basic Fur Armor for light travel along with a mages hood as well. She carries around dozens of potions and spell books, a single iron dagger, and a hunters bow enchanted with a frost enchantment from the College and many steel arrows. She kept her Aldmeri Dominion robes in case, and has a set of the basic mage robes

Abilities

Bellatrix is a skilled mage in the fields of Conjurgation and destruction with some useful restoration spells as well. She is an excellent archer given she is an Elf.

History
Bellatrix grew up a simple and happy life in the sunny warm days in Summerset Isle. She loved playing with the other young children in her village but none of them possessed her ability to learn magic spells at such a young age like she. She was either rejected because of her gifts or honored and idolized because of them. Her parents being simple merchants had no idea what had become of their beautiful daughter and moved to Skyrim to get her away from all the chaos she had caused and because of trade and economic reasons as well.
Her father soon went and joined the Aldmeri Dominion a group of High Elves who are elegant and snooby but powerful and ruthless. When it was time that Bella went to the College she majored and focused her studies mainly on powerful Conjurgations and destruction spells because her father pushed her into them. But secretly she had always wanted to be an archer and be skilled only in restoration and conjurgations. She practiced in secret all her life from her father but one day her father forced her to join the Aldmeri Dominion. It was not that soon after she had joined she hated the whole idea of what the Dominion stood for. She believed that people had the right to do and worship anyone or do anything they wanted something she had been deprived of.
She decided to run away and on the brink of dieing she was found by the Mentor. He nursed her back to health and showed her the real world as it was. He also helped her learn more about fighting and restoration, but mostly help her get better at her archery skills. Without The Mentor she would not be as good a healer or archer as she would've been if she had not ran away and met him.


OOC

These questions will let me know a little more about you as a player.

What experience do you have with the Elder Scrolls universe?: I haven't played Oblivion but I have played and finished Skyrim
How often do you get online?: Every day and
How often can we expect you to be able to post?: Once or more a day
Password: Fus Ro Dah!

So begins...

Bellatrix "Bella" Whitewater's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Dominicus Drayk Character Portrait: Claren Character Portrait: Adrienne Jastal Character Portrait: Ulysses Character Portrait: Demea Ravenwing Character Portrait: Aria Windfoot Character Portrait: Sinderion Direnni Character Portrait: Cassadin Hawke Character Portrait: Lok-Indra Character Portrait: Vanryth Galero Character Portrait: S'Baad Character Portrait: Bellatrix "Bella" Whitewater
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Vanryth Galero
The Mentor’s Manor – Dining Hall




Tap, tap, tap...

An incessant tapping came from the oldest in the room, a scarred Dunmer sitting amongst his compatriots at the table. The quill in his hand drummed the table beside a piece parchment with his scrawling and thoughts. This was how he communicated fine thoughts to his companions now, through ink and paper. The reason was clear when he yawned, revealing an absence of where his tongue should have been. Vanryth quickly covered his mouth to save everyone from the sight of his disability. Once clear of his yawn, he rubbed his beard in quiet contemplation.

Like everyone else in the room, Van tried to think about what could have caused this sudden disappearance. The Mentor was always thoughtful enough to tell someone if he was going to go away for a bit, and he always came back eventually. This did not feel like one of those times where he would make his way back. Something felt... Different. Perhaps it was the note left behind. Hastily written, so unlike the Mentor. Van was much like Drayk in this regard, the Mentor had also taught Van how to read and write, though writing proved to be more useful to him than it did to Van. He wondered what could make the Mentor jot a note down in such haste... The Mentor was always patient and seemed like a careful man. It was a puzzle. And Van hated puzzles.

His hand now had drifted up and leaned on the table, covering up the left side of his face, obscuring the scars and the once crimson- now clouded eye. His vision didn't suffer from the obstruction as the sight was stolen from that eye. A thousand thoughts rushed through his mind, and he was agitated that he could not voice all of them. Though the clear mind that the mentor had instilled in him knew that the thoughts were useless, even if he had a voice. Those around him were the only ones (to his knowledge) who knew much of the Mentor, and even then it was scant. Most of them- Vanryth included- only knew him as the man who had saved them and put them on the right track.

Van sighed heavily and took a drink from the goblet that sat on the other side of his parchment. Alcoholic, no doubt. While the Mentor had succeeded in locking some of Van's demons away, more sprung up from the cracks of Van's psyche. This was one of them, the drink. The taste of it didn't matter- for obvious reasons- only the strength. Though he knew better than to over indulge on this night. The same could not be said on most other nights however. Van ventured a peak out of the window nearest him and was greeted by the sight of the full moon. It was high in the sky- marking it late in the evening or early in the morning. The sight of the moon caused him to shoot a glance at Sinderion before returning to the parchment in front of him.

Drayk was the first to break the silence. Van stopped the rythmic tapping of his quill as he spoke.

"It starts in Markarth. I say we start there. Take the horses and ride out at first light."

It was the next logical step it seemed. The Mentor had left them the note to follow, and it was rare that they went against his wishes. Though, Van couldn't help but wonder at what they would find in Markarth once they arrived.

Next Sinderion spoke.

β€œI do not understand what has occurred, but I would not wager that it will be as simple as finding him there. If it starts in Markarth, it will likely end elsewhere. All the same, that seems the best thing to do at the moment.”

Vanryth nodded along as he spoke. The boy had a point. Nothing was ever that simple. Though it was the only option they had at that moment, and Van was never the one to just sit around and do nothing. He pushed his hair back and leaned forward over the parchment and set his quill to writing. Vanryth finished his scratching and turned the parchment around and pushed it forward to allow those around him to read his words. The parchment was already full of Van's previous questions and statements- all marked through to allow for easier reading:

Vanryth Galero wrote:Where is the Mentor?

What do you mean gone? Where Oblivion's name did he go?

I'll check around the stables.

He's not here at all then?

Markarth? What's in Markarth? And who the hell is "him"?

I agree, we should heed the note. Too many questions not to. Let us just hope it doesn't lead to more questions. Though what we do when we reach Markarth is beyond me...



Vanryth leaned back with goblet in hand and allowed his misfit family to read his note. Van felt restless, like he needed to get up and get to Markarth that very instant. In his youth, he'd be out the door within minutes and saddled up for the road. With age comes wisdom as they say, and Van knew the wisdom of patience for now. It didn't mean he liked it and his subtle movements bespoke of his restlessness and eagerness.