Jiira

Name: Jiira

Basic Description: The Last Dragonborn abuses her ancient powers by using it to steal peoples' jewelry and sing SO LOUDLY THAT NO ONE CAN STOP HER

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Gender/Pronouns: Female (cis), she/her

Orientation: Lithromantic bisexual

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Species: Wood Elf, but claims to also be half-Khajiit. That's not true, but don't tell her that.

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Physical Description: Cute little buttony nose, cheekbones that are as sharp as her aim and a smirking neutral face with lips that smile big and laugh loud. Perpetually grubby. No matter how she washes her face, there’s always dirt. Dirt and freckles and, if you’re looking past the paint and the dirt, scars along her lips and chin.

Wears brown warpaint and a lot of black eyeliner around her eyes, in a style that she picked up from the Ohmes Khajiit, back when she was hanging with them. She claims that it was patterned after the tattoos her Ohmes-­Raht father had, despite the fact that she never saw his face in her life, and that she started doing this after she left her mother back in Valenwood, who would be the one person in her life who would actually know what he looked like.

Loves putting her long black hair into all sorts of different styles with all kinds of braids and accessories. Sometimes she’ll have it all braided into one braid in back, sometimes she’ll let it all loose except for a few braids in front, sometimes two braids like pigtails, sometimes french braids meeting in back, sometimes a braided crown. So many ways to braid your hair, why just go with one?

Wears way more jewelry than would be considered tasteful. Her fingers are covered in rings, her throat with necklaces, her arms with bangles and bracelets. Most of it’s cheap, dyed glass beads, leather straps with colorful feathers attached, pendants with bone or amber attached, but mixed in there are some expensive pieces with gold and precious gems, worn right alongside the bones of chickens and the feet of rabbits.

Wears light leather or sometimes metal armor, if any armor at all, along with a shield, in case she can’t get to her bow first. She does err towards practicality in terms of protection from getting shot, if nothing else.

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Personality: Chatty. Like, never shutting up always talking chatty. She can shut up when she needs to stay hidden, but if she’s not worried about giving herself away, she will be talking non­ stop.

She breaks into song at inappropriate times. Even when she’s alone. Especially when she’s alone, to feel less lonely. That’s a habit she picked up in prison, singing to herself to be less lonely. Either someone will hear it and you can be less lonely together, or no one will and at least she’ll have the song’s company.

She loves jokes, irony, wit and pranks. She admires cleverness, intellect and glibness, and tries to cultivate it within herself. She tries to keep optimistic and actively seeks out sadness and pain so that she can heal it.

She’s both greedy and generous. She steals lots of things, keeps the prettiest for herself and the most expensive for the poor.

She believes in justice, in her own way, and that justice and law are two very different, and often opposing things. She’s got a Robin Hood complex, in case you haven’t noticed.

She is very self­ deluding. She doesn’t do anything unless it adds to her legend, and she’s so invested in her legend that she believes things about herself that frankly, aren’t true. She refuses to see faults in herself that aren’t romantic faults, great tragic faults, ones that great heroes would have. She forgets that she is just a petty crook, and that there’s nothing that separates her from any other criminal scum.

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