NAME Vasia Sideris RACE Nibenese Imperial GENDER Female
OCCUPATION Croupier | Scavenger AGE ~30 BIRTHSIGN The Thief
EYES Brown HAIR Dirty Blonde HEIGHT 5'6" BUILD Stout, Shapely
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To come from nothing forewarns an inevitable return to nothing. It's a truth that has haunted Vasia Sideris since the morning she came screaming into existence, and she knows will follow her until the day she fades from memory with little fanfare. The between then and now, however, should be the pursuit of freedom at all cost. War and instability of the Empire have been good for that much, and those like Vasia Sideris have been given ample opportunity to take what they wish and answer to (almost) no one for it.War swallowed what was once home in the Heartlands - Now, she dances atop battlefields in the late afternoon sun, flitting from corpse to corpse, kinsman or Banner, to strip them of their livelihoods and leave them for those far worse than she. A carrion crown sits atop her head, and when her feet dance her to the Coast, she sells her ill-gotten goods off with a smile.When dusk falls, the sound of dice clattering atop wooden tables is her lullaby. Her drakes are stained with the blood of Imperial brothers and sisters, but they fill the pocket of needy, down on their luck winners. She smiles through every loss and there is no truth more infuriating than the one within her eyes: She is always having so much more fun than you.
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| BIRTHPLACE | Cheydinhal |
| ALIGNMENT | True Neutral |
| ORIENTATION | Pansexual, monogamous |
| FAITH | The Eight (but she's hardly pious), with venerations for various other Nibenese cults. |
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| MARKINGS........ | Thick-lined black tattoos spanning her shoulders, arms, and back. Two lines on her cheekbones and beneath her eyes. |
| FEATURES | Sharp and angled with a prominent nose. Distinctly Imperial. |
| ATTIRE | Always adorned in moth-silk dyed tan amid light leathers made for movement. Enjoys small gold accessories - Pins on her clothes, a simple chained nose ring. |
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| VIRTUES............. | Values freedom above all else. Friendship is not taken lightly; she cares for them as one would a family member. Tries not to cause undue harm. |
| FLAWS | Petty, arrogant, outspoken. Will realize she's wrong about things and then keep arguing about them just to prove a point. |
| LIKES | Stealing. Lying. Eating spicy thin-sliced fried potatoes. The sound of gold in one's pockets and windchimes in the Anvil breeze. |
| DISLIKES | Fire (or the smell of smoke). Being touched and touching others. Politicians. The Banners, but especially the Pact. |
common ───
"I've never seen someone lose as much gold as she did so gracefully... But it was fucking weird, the way it came about. She walks in with sacks of gold, ready to bet. She rolls the dice - She loses, almost intentionally. The gold feels like tons of steel in my pockets, and I feel sicker for having gotten it."
Anvil, circa 2E 594"She's a no good thief is what she is! No good, not even good at thieving... You'd think she'd set her eyes on some higher value targets, but she made to stole from the Mages Guild, of all places! Much tomes as she could stuff into her pack, and still managed to lose them all."
Leyawiin, circa 2E 589"She dragged a man to my doorstep half dead. His pockets were barren and his valuables nowhere to be seen...Couldn't tell if she was the one that robbed 'im. The lass still begged me to save him from a stab wound in his belly. That blade on her hip was bloody too, aye. What kind of bandit stabs a man and then finds a healer for him?"
Bravil, circa 2E 592
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uncommon ───
"She's tasted man-flesh, I swear it. Not out of some reverence for Namira, but simply because she had to. Heard it was when the sky began to fall and the Anchors fell across the Heartland. Her unit had been cornered for days, and with all of their rations gone... Aye, you can guess where it went from there. None of them escaped with their minds in tact."
Bruma, circa 2E 585"Asta Sideris was a mistake few in Cheydinhal like to think back on. Come on - Between the bandits and mercenaries inflicting their foolishness on the city, it was expected that there'd be some tragedy eventually. But a child... She never should've been allowed to wander so far, and yet she did."
Falkreath Outskirts, circa 2E 593
common ───
☼ Dice-Witch of the Coast - Every sunset, as the din of Anvil's docks wind down and the workers filter in to the taverns and pubs, Vasia is always there. She comes in with far more gold than is reasonable; sacks upon sacks with scattered gold signet rings, amulets, and bangles within there, too. She places bets and more often than not, she loses... But losing her gold never seems to bother her. They've begun to call her the Dice-Witch, for winning a bet against her seems to do far more harm than good.
→ she runs the dice games at the Anvil Tavern Nights and those drakes are DEFINITELY not transmuted or stolen or looted from a dead body. no metagaming that though or I'll cry.☼ She Who Wanders - Most would say she's from Cheydinhal, but Vasia will claim to be from a little bit of everywhere. In truth, she's visited every city and small town in Cyrodiil and will wander across the province frequently. She's rarely in one place for more than a week at a time, and chance encounters on the road (whether for good or nefarious reasons) are something she's grown used to.
→ a catch-all hook for Vasia being literally anywhere at any given time. from highway robberies (perpetrating or stopping) to a simple run-in, she makes for a decent traveling companion.
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uncommon ───
☾ Scavenger Legion - Whether or not Vasia Sideris was a name that served in the Imperial Legion is murky at best, but the carrion-crown on her old helmet denotes her obvious allegiance with the Scavenger Legion. She's a looter, a grave-robber, and scavenges battlefields mere hours after the dust has settled on a skirmishing ground. She never shows her face; it's a secret kept as close to her chest as she can manage.
→ criminal shenanigans. want to do RP in the Blackreach instance of Cyrodiil during Midyear Mayhem? (jk). reserved for criminal or other Scavenger Legion characters.☾ Black Market Mogul - Scavenging has melded into another sort of very valuable skill: Vasia, most of the time, is able to get her hands on most anything and everything no matter where it may come from. She's got friends in every nasty little corner of the underworld, and has been known to sell whatever she's gotten her hands on at a fair cost.
→ pairs with the hook above - need some sort of criminal goods? Vasia can get them. reserved for criminals.
strengths ───
☼ Acrobatics - Master
☼ Speechcraft - Expert
☼ Stealth - Expert
☼ Axes - Adept
☼ Alteration - Novice
weaknesses ───
☾ A little stupid
☾ Physical strength
☾ Pyrophobia
☾ Most magics
☾ Won't kill
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asta sideris
younger sister †
I should've done better by you, but now you've joined Ma and Pa with the stars.
