Name: Torra Black-Blade
Alias(es): Black-Blade | Dovahkiin/Dragonborn | Flitter |
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Race: Nord
Relatives: Dead - brother possibly alive.
Date of Birth: 18th of Evening Star.
Archetype: Assassin/Thief.
Current Residence: Lakeview Manor, north of Falkreath.
Appearance: Torra has somewhat high cheekbones and a thin face. She has plump lips fitting for a Nord woman, dark, thunderous greenish- grey eyes, light, honey brown hair pulled back in a high ponytail with bangs left hanging, and two thin, scabbed- over scars that start at her mouth and branch up and over her right cheek, stopping just below her cheekbones.
Personality: Quiet and attentive, Torra likes to stay out of the spotlight. She prefers to sit back in the shadows she so much loves, and listen. When engaged in conversation, she is arrogant and snappish, often taking an accusing or lightly hostile tone. Though she is not always cocky, Torra has a soft side that rarely shows.
Skills: Is one with the shadows, often crouched amoung them, hidden from view on even the sunniest of days. Is exceptionally well with a bow, and uses it as her choice weapon, even though she can handle a blade with no trouble at all. Torra has become close to a expert alchemist through training with her family, and more recently, newly- made acquaintances in Skyrim.
History: Torra Black-Blade was born in Cyrodiil, in a hidden valley south of Bruma. Her home for the early years of her life was a large manor, with hidden passages, twisting hallways, and dead ends. Only the infamous Black-Blades, a family of assassins hidden throughout Cyrodiil for centuries, could navigate the house with ease. At the age of twenty, Torra finished her training as a Black-Blade assassin, and just in time. The Imperial Legion, a threat to the Black-Blades, found the Black-Blade Manor after years of trying. In the dead of the night, a troop of soldiers set the house ablaze, killing everyone inside, sans Torra, and possibly her young brother, Olsif Black-Blade. Upon escape, thanks to her brother, Torra set her sights to Skyrim, but was caught by a patrol of Legionnaires. Cornered like a rat, Torra gave in, and was placed on a cart to Helgen, destined for the chopping block. Torra escaped Helgen with Ralof, a Stormcloak soldier, and set off to warn Jarl Balgruuf of Whiterun of the dragon attack. After defeating a dragon of her own with the help of a unit of Whiterun guards, then being summoned to High Hrothgar by the Greybeards of legend, Torra escaped from the attention, and her role as the Dragonborn for a short time, to Windhelm, where she helped Aventus Aretino with his... problem. With a little push and persuasion from Astrid, the leader of the Dark Brotherhood, Torra Black-Blade found herself amoung the shadows once again, blades in hand and ready to kill. Coming to terms with her destiny as Dragonborn, Torra then left her new family for some time in order to put a stop to the dragon crisis. In the free time she had, she joined the Thieves Guild and eventually rose to leadership, became Champion of multiple Daedric Princes, led the Stormcloaks to victory, and joined the Companions, only to leave upon finding out what they really were. After a few months of seclusion in dwarven ruins and Nordic barrows, came out of hiding on the rumor of another Dragonborn, in Solsthiem. Journeyed to the Dunmer settlement and, in the end, killed the first Dragonborn, Miraak.
Other Information: Currently resides in Hjerim, in the heart of Windhelm, with her daughters Sofie and Lucia, and her steward/Housecarl, Calder.
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