Name:
Vaela
Gender:
Female
Age:
23
Race:
Nord
Class:
Thief
Looks:
Ebony black hair. Young, healthy-looking face with face paint. Blue eyes and thin body.
Personality:
Yin-Yang personality. Mostly a bad and nasty person, who doesn't care about other people (with a few exceptions) and what they think of her. So she hurts or insults them for her own entertainment, but occasionally questions her morales or does something positive and respectable. Quiet when she feels angry or depressed.
Backstory:
At the age of five, Vaela was left alone in the streets after her parents had been brutally murdered by a drunk Nord, who had set her down in an alleyway after not knowing what to do with her. There she had to learn how to steal from the market, and survive every day without any warm place to sleep. One day when she was eleven, having survived six years alone, she successfully stole a leg of goat, but someone had noticed. That someone was Brynjolf, who was now Master of the Thieves Guild since the passing of Mercer Frey. He instantly realised the girls potential and welcomed her into the infamous guild, where she met Rale, a young orphan, but talented thief. Although he was a year younger than her, he had been through as much as she had. They immediatly bonded and became best friends, and became more when Vaela became nineteen (

).
She did many contracts for the guild, and became third best thief, behind Vex and Delvin. Rale did all of the shady contracts that everyone else rejected, and was frequently taken into Brynjolfs office and not seen for the rest of the day. He was always looked upon with either respect or jealousy from the other thieves as he wore his fathers Nightingale Armor, but Vaela just insulted and started fights with his haters.
When Rale had to go to Whiterun to do one of the shady contracts, Vaelga said goodbye and watched him ride off from thier house's balcony. She recieved a strange contract from a courier that looked like a skooma addict but she accepted it nonetheless. It told her to got to an bonded shack in the middle of nowhere to steal a cheese wedge. When she finally got there, she opened the door and saw a man inside aiming a staff at her. She pulled out her sword but was shot by a flash of red and became unconscious.
When she finally came to, everything felt bigger to her, she looked at her hands, which where now white and furry feet. She tried to scream, but only a high-pitched squeal came out. She was now a rabbit, and needed to find a cure, and hopefully her lover, Rale.
Equipment:
Full Thieves Guild outfit, a hunting bow, a steel sword she stole called "Redeemer" and an orcish dagger.
Misc:
Quick to anger
Unkind and brutal
Likes the smell of gold
Fancies Rale
(The Rale relationship was thought up and agreed upon by other ROF members.)