Sariah
The Basics:
Race: Redguard (Female)
Born: Sentinel, Hammerfell
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral (leans toward good)
Profession: Scholar, Dwemerologist, Explorer, Tinkerer
Background:
Sariah was born into a somewhat non-traditional Redguard family. Her father was a scholar whose area of expertise was primarily Yokudan history and lore, though he had a passion for studying the Dwemer ruins that dotted Hammerfell. Her mother was a former soldier and renowned archer who left the army to settle down and start a family after getting married.
From an early age, Sariah’s interests gravitated toward her father’s scholarly pursuits. However, her mother demanded that she learn the basics of sword and bow use along with their maintenance and care. The family traveled across Hammerfell to various locations, most of which were in remote locations, where survival skills were at a premium. Sariah and her mother would hunt for food, water, and supplies while her father explored. In the evening, once the necessities were taken care of, Sariah would sit with her father and listen as he explained Yokudan history or the various trinkets and artifacts he would find.
This lifestyle continued into Sariah’s young adulthood. As she grew older, she would often accompany her father-to both help protect him and to explore. Her passion for learning was only fueled over the years, and Sariah grew to love the mysteries of the Dwemer. However, she also grew more cautious around their ruins, as they experienced more than one close call with Dwemer traps and constructs.
One evening, Sariah had left the campsite to wander around and explore a region they had recently traveled to. As she walked back to the camp, she began to hear voices. It sounded as if her father was arguing with someone, so she quickened her pace. As the campsite came into view, she saw four figures near her parents. She immediately recognized them as High Elves—likely Thalmor, given their robes and armor. She unslung her bow and crept slowly toward the camp, listening to the shouting.
The elves were demanding information from her father about Dwemer ruins, to which he replied with somewhat vague answers. Her family knew firsthand of the Great War, the rift between Hammerfell and the Empire, and the Second Treaty of Stros M’Kai, though those events occurred before Sariah’s birth. She watched as the elves grew more and more impatient with her father as the interrogation continued. She also noticed that her mother was slowly changing her stance.
Suddenly, her mother sidestepped, drew her bow, and notched and arrow in one fluid motion. She began yelling at the elves, demanding that they leave. Without warning, her words were met by a blast of fire from the robed elf. She let loose her arrow as her body was engulfed in flames—the flaming arrow embedding itself in the head of an armored elf. Both died almost instantly. The mage elf then turned his flames against her father.
“No,” cried Sariah as she released her first arrow. The sound of her scream caused him to look up as the arrow struck his neck. Two arrows later, the last two elves fell without seeing the face of their attacker.
That night, Sariah buried her parents and gathered up all her father’s notes. Over the next week, she would look over the notes and artifacts and break down into tears. Her grief was killing her, as she barely ate or drank. Then, while crying her dehydrated, half-starved self to sleep on her parent’s bed, she discovered her father’s personal journal.
She began to pour over it, consuming each and every word. She read about her father’s love for her mother and herself, his fears, his triumphs, and his greatest discoveries. She saw herself through her father’s eyes—how he knew she would surpass his scholarly knowledge. He also made reference to a “Ring of Souls,” a ring he was going to give to Sariah on her upcoming birthday.
Looking over her father’s cryptic notes, she discerned that he had buried it just outside of the camp. She got up and ran over to where the directions led. Falling to the sand, she began to dig with all her remaining strength. She quickly uncovered a small box and opened it. She stared at the mysterious blue, glowing metal and the intricate Dwemer craftsmanship for what seemed like hours before putting it on.
As the days went on, she continued looking over the plethora of notes her father had made, though she could not unravel the ring’s mystery. She ran across multiple references to a substance called aetherium and references to Skyrim. She decided then that she would carry out her father’s research, so she packed up camp and began to make her way to the cold, bitter land of Skyrim.
Personality:
Sariah is an honorable Redguard and will act as such. She holds to Yokudan tradition, just as her father taught her. She respects most people, showing a great affinity toward other Redguard. However, she despises the Thalmor for what they did. She can easily get lost in thought, daydreaming about her parents, the history of the Redguard, and the Dwemer people.
Religion:
Sariah has never had strong religious beliefs. She respects the Yokudan pantheon but seems more interested in the gods of the Dwemer—Reason and Logic.
Political Views:
Sariah cares little for the lords and ladies of countries other than Hammerfell. However, she will show honor to their position unless she deems them “unjust.” Any outside noble who supports Hammerfell is an ally. Anyone opposed to Hammerfell or openly supporting the Thalmor is not. The Empire is not a friend.
Why Skyrim?
Sariah is headed to Skyrim to seek out the “Aetherium Forge” and continue in her father’s footsteps researching the Dwemer. She will also quickly be drawn to the various ancient Nordic ruins, as she has the heart of an explorer.
Skills:
Major: Smithing, Archery, 1-H, Lockpicking
Minor: Enchanting, Block, Speech, ???
Other Items:
Sariah is very competent at living off the land, as her mother taught her to hunt, forage, and survive.
Sariah always carries her mother’s Scimitar with her. Her mother’s bow was destroyed by the fire. She also carries rolls of paper, charcoal, and other tools to write notes about her findings, just like her father did.
Sariah
The Basics:
Race: Redguard (Female)
Born: Sentinel, Hammerfell
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral (leans toward good)
Profession: Scholar, Dwemerologist, Explorer, Tinkerer
Background:
Sariah was born into a somewhat non-traditional Redguard family. Her father was a scholar whose area of expertise was primarily Yokudan history and lore, though he had a passion for studying the Dwemer ruins that dotted Hammerfell. Her mother was a former soldier and renowned archer who left the army to settle down and start a family after getting married.
From an early age, Sariah’s interests gravitated toward her father’s scholarly pursuits. However, her mother demanded that she learn the basics of sword and bow use along with their maintenance and care. The family traveled across Hammerfell to various locations, most of which were in remote locations, where survival skills were at a premium. Sariah and her mother would hunt for food, water, and supplies while her father explored. In the evening, once the necessities were taken care of, Sariah would sit with her father and listen as he explained Yokudan history or the various trinkets and artifacts he would find.
This lifestyle continued into Sariah’s young adulthood. As she grew older, she would often accompany her father-to both help protect him and to explore. Her passion for learning was only fueled over the years, and Sariah grew to love the mysteries of the Dwemer. However, she also grew more cautious around their ruins, as they experienced more than one close call with Dwemer traps and constructs.
One evening, Sariah had left the campsite to wander around and explore a region they had recently traveled to. As she walked back to the camp, she began to hear voices. It sounded as if her father was arguing with someone, so she quickened her pace. As the campsite came into view, she saw four figures near her parents. She immediately recognized them as High Elves—likely Thalmor, given their robes and armor. She unslung her bow and crept slowly toward the camp, listening to the shouting.
The elves were demanding information from her father about Dwemer ruins, to which he replied with somewhat vague answers. Her family knew firsthand of the Great War, the rift between Hammerfell and the Empire, and the Second Treaty of Stros M’Kai, though those events occurred before Sariah’s birth. She watched as the elves grew more and more impatient with her father as the interrogation continued. She also noticed that her mother was slowly changing her stance.
Suddenly, her mother sidestepped, drew her bow, and notched and arrow in one fluid motion. She began yelling at the elves, demanding that they leave. Without warning, her words were met by a blast of fire from the robed elf. She let loose her arrow as her body was engulfed in flames—the flaming arrow embedding itself in the head of an armored elf. Both died almost instantly. The mage elf then turned his flames against her father.
“No,” cried Sariah as she released her first arrow. The sound of her scream caused him to look up as the arrow struck his neck. Two arrows later, the last two elves fell without seeing the face of their attacker.
That night, Sariah buried her parents and gathered up all her father’s notes. Over the next week, she would look over the notes and artifacts and break down into tears. Her grief was killing her, as she barely ate or drank. Then, while crying her dehydrated, half-starved self to sleep on her parent’s bed, she discovered her father’s personal journal.
She began to pour over it, consuming each and every word. She read about her father’s love for her mother and herself, his fears, his triumphs, and his greatest discoveries. She saw herself through her father’s eyes—how he knew she would surpass his scholarly knowledge. He also made reference to a “Ring of Souls,” a ring he was going to give to Sariah on her upcoming birthday.
Looking over her father’s cryptic notes, she discerned that he had buried it just outside of the camp. She got up and ran over to where the directions led. Falling to the sand, she began to dig with all her remaining strength. She quickly uncovered a small box and opened it. She stared at the mysterious blue, glowing metal and the intricate Dwemer craftsmanship for what seemed like hours before putting it on.
As the days went on, she continued looking over the plethora of notes her father had made, though she could not unravel the ring’s mystery. She ran across multiple references to a substance called aetherium and references to Skyrim. She decided then that she would carry out her father’s research, so she packed up camp and began to make her way to the cold, bitter land of Skyrim.
Personality:
Sariah is an honorable Redguard and will act as such. She holds to Yokudan tradition, just as her father taught her. She respects most people, showing a great affinity toward other Redguard. However, she despises the Thalmor for what they did. She can easily get lost in thought, daydreaming about her parents, the history of the Redguard, and the Dwemer people.
Religion:
Sariah has never had strong religious beliefs. She respects the Yokudan pantheon but seems more interested in the gods of the Dwemer—Reason and Logic.
Political Views:
Sariah cares little for the lords and ladies of countries other than Hammerfell. However, she will show honor to their position unless she deems them “unjust.” Any outside noble who supports Hammerfell is an ally. Anyone opposed to Hammerfell or openly supporting the Thalmor is not. The Empire is not a friend.
Why Skyrim?
Sariah is headed to Skyrim to seek out the “Aetherium Forge” and continue in her father’s footsteps researching the Dwemer. She will also quickly be drawn to the various ancient Nordic ruins, as she has the heart of an explorer.
Skills:
Major: Smithing, Archery, 1-H, Lockpicking
Minor: Enchanting, Block, Speech, ???
Other Items:
Sariah is very competent at living off the land, as her mother taught her to hunt, forage, and survive.
Sariah always carries her mother’s Scimitar with her. Her mother’s bow was destroyed by the fire. She also carries rolls of paper, charcoal, and other tools to write notes about her findings, just like her father did.
