"You'd be surprised at the places a scared little girl can reach just to run away from the monster under her bed."
Basic Information
Name: Samara Maeryn
Aliases/Nicknames: Sam 'the Seeker', Arch-Mage, Sammy the Frog-eyed, The Summoner of Hjerim
Gender: Female
Race/Ethnicity: Breton
Class: Necromancer with prestigious Destruction mastery
Alignment: True Neutral
"A neutral character does what seems to be a good idea. She doesn't feel strongly one way or the other when it comes to good vs. evil or law vs. chaos. Most neutral characters exhibit a lack of conviction or bias rather than a commitment to neutrality. Such a character thinks of good as better than evil-after all, she would rather have good neighbors and rulers than evil ones. Still, she's not personally committed to upholding good in any abstract or universal way."
Birthsign: The Lover
Age: 20
Appearance
Skin Tone: Greyish brown, speckled pale in some areas after a bout of pox
Height: 1.52 m/5’”
Weight: 47kg
Build: Slim, petite, slightly toned legs
Eyes: Green, prominent and almost bulging
Hair: Black hair, long (shoulder-level) and straight
Voice: Immature, lilting but on the shrill side
Apparel: Well-fitted mage robes under a thick fur coat. Wears a pair of plated steel gloves and an ancient amulet of a jade skull inlet in silver. Alongside her collection of staves, has a strange staff kept under wraps and a lucky steel dagger hidden...somewhere. Stashes her belongings in a large backpack that she has no business being able to comfortably carry. May be enchanted to be lighter.
In-game Equipment: Mage’s Circlet, Apprentice Robes of Destruction, Fur Coat, Necromancer’s Amulet (or Jyrik’s Gauldur Amulet), Exquisite Steel Plated Gloves, Boots of Sneaking, Brown Backpack of Akatosh, Sanctified Ring of Hircine, Skull of Corruption, Valdr’s Lucky Dagger,
Tattoos, Piercings, Marks, Scars, etc.: N/A
Further Information
Place & Date of Birth: Sea of Ghosts, 9th of Sun’s Dawn, 4E 180
Religion: Worships the gods of Money and Survival, half-heartedly reverent at best to the Daedra and Aedra, antipathic at worst
Education: She was never formally educated as a child and is currently undergoing magical education at the College of Winterhold. Has autodidact knowledge of Destruction, later Conjuration.
Occupation: Arch-Mage of the College of Winterhold, Companions Shield-Sister
Favorite Food / Drink: Apple beef stew (don’t ask) / Honningbrew mead
Hobbies/Interests: Drawing, reading, staring at men
Likes: Magic tricks, the way corpses burn, handsome men with beefy bodies
Dislikes: Falmer and their degenerate Chaurus minions, nightmares, Nord nonsense
Abilities/Combat Prowess: Samara has never been a fighter, but her instincts are keen and, much in contrast to her non-confrontational nature, she isn’t at all afraid to jump into the line of fire. An analytical mind, she also understands that warriors can only attack in so many ways and can usually predict her enemies’ next action. With the Companions, Samara has also gotten basic close quarters combat training. Her arms, flimsy as they are, can only feasibly handle a dagger so she milks that one lucky dagger for all its worth.
Magic: This is Samara’s true calling. Owing to her mother’s Breton genes and a gifted scholarly mind, she is a fine conduit for the art of magicks.Even without proper training under a master or so much as a spell tome, she was able to cast rudimentary yet impressive fireballs. As she matured and began to see the world and open her mind, her magical abilities grew exponentially, able to burn, freeze, or vaporize flesh from a distance, as well as possessing a prodigious mastery of necromancy courtesy of the King of Worm’s Amulet.
Family: Her mother, Maelette Maeryn, was a serving girl aboard the ship her father, Samadhor, worked in. He sadly drowned before she was born and so only really knew her mother. Her name, Samara, was in his memory.
Relationships: Though claiming to be a woman in it for herself, Samara has made notable bonds with a number of people over the course of her journey. Faendal of Riverwood, for example, has been one of her dearest companions and are confidants in each other. She has also been lusting over Golldir of Ivarstead and his spicy abs.
Personality: Samara can be described as a dutiful woman without duties. She has the capacity to be strong of heart, focused, willful, and brave. Down to the thinnest wire, she will not hesitate to dive into the inferno and risk life and limb to save that which she cares about. These qualities, however, are impeded by a self-enforced sense of apathy and distaste for the world. She has seen firsthand how beautiful and ugly the world can be and is of the opinion that the ugly far outweighs the beautiful. Thus, Sam prefers to leave the unchanging unsightly world to its own devices. For the dynamic and beautiful people she cares about, however, Samara will die for them. Good friends are hard to come by and she’d like them to stay no matter how much she might chew them off.
That said, Sam barely qualifies as a social creature. She is more often than not the silent one in the crowd, despite her loving to hear her own, usually sarcastic thoughts. Though able to scoff at shambling corpses, bloodthirsty vampires, and the Daedric Princes themselves, she is easily intimidated by willful people right in front of her face. As Vilkas and Mirabelle Ervine can attest to, a good stern stare is enough to get this petulant mage to shrivel. One might see the cowardice and boldness present simultaneously in her as a reflection of her childish nature. Samara never really made a distinction between childhood and adulthood and so lets her personality in the past bleed into that of in the future, and vice versa.
Backstory
Born below deck to casualry parents upon the Sea of Ghosts, small Samara Maeryn was as lowborn as they come. Raised in the coldest coasts of Skyrim, she often gazed forlorn at the cold horizon and dreamed of adventure beyond the inns and brothels. Plundering corsairs searching for treasure and bleeding Imperial coffers dry, lost souls dragging sinners into the mist, Atmoran conquerors lobbing off elven heads, she wanted to be everything from her mother’s stories and then some. As she reached her teenage years, however, Sam looked to the Sea of Ghosts lonesome. Her mother had succumbed to the winter and she was alone in the dark. The people around her could only spare sympathy and the occasional spare Septim for the orphan. It was all they could give in these short lives they share. Samara understood and held no ill will.
One can say that from this point on, the darkness raised her. Samara began having strange visions of horrors unimaginable. The oceans boiling red, the moons and stars falling from the firmament, man and mer shedding the blood of their blood, this she saw in her daydreams and nightmares. Convinced she was cursed, she sought out any possible cure from any possible herb or root. She looked to any priest, any of their Divines that listened, aye, even the forsaken Talos. Nothing led anywhere and, becoming more and more desperate, Samara began looking in the darkest depths of Tamriel. In the realm of the Dwemer. One cold night at the Dawnstar inn, she met a band of adventurers who had come to plunder Dwarven secrets in the ruins of Alftand to the east and make away rich. They needed a mage and Samara foolishly volunteered.Nothing was ever the same the moment she went under.
Scholarly work was nothing new to her, she showed the capacity for it even at a young age. What the Dwemer knew, however, overwhelmed her and she found herself trapped in darkest Blackreach. Alone with a skeleton and the visions that plagued her, Samara seemed doomed to madness. But she persisted and kept herself ‘mostly’ sane, sane enough to attempt an escape to the surface. Thinking she had been imprisoned in darkness for millennia, once she emerged to sunlight, she discovered that she had only been gone a week. A trick the mind played on her. From this point on, she reasoned, things can only get worse. Daedric errands, chance encounters in crimson moonslight, destiny taking a lowborn woman to places she could only dream of. Samara was on the beaten path for answers, answers for the visions, answers for her splintered memory, answers for the chain of events that she unfailingly sets off no matter where she went. And most importantly, answers for the name echoing in her mind of minds. Rangda...
Catch Samara's developing tale as a journal on the Skyforge Discord!
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I love keeping up without this character’s story. Im kinda envious of the writing talent that gets put out here on the forge.
Been in a couple RP type of servers with this guy through the years. I can assure this is just the tip of the iceberg, Lazy's a character writing genius.
I can see that. I might just ask him if he can write my characters.
you should join my RP server and bring this character in, mate
Beautifully written, Samara jumps right off the page! This group is so creative!