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Ral-Kei Reference Sheet Redux
Name: Ral-Kei
Former Names/Aliases: Ranivosa Dres, The Phoniex of Stonefalls
Age: 28
POB: Stonefalls, Morrowind
Occupation: Adventurer, Mercenary
Hot-headed, Bitter, Protective.
A burly warrior from the Southern ashlands of Morrowind, Ral-Kei has often been described by those few that have gotten close to her as a competent, vicious warrior marred by emotional instability and unquenchable rage. Born to House Dres as a lowly house and field servant, her childhood was spent in chains, punctuated by beatings and lashings that were given in return for a rebellious attitude that only ever seemed incensed by her master's brutality.
Given a chance at rebirth in her early teens in the form of an An-Xileel raid, she would escape and be adopted by a compassionate Argonian commander, and integrated into the ranks of the Insurgent group, her innate anger channeled and forged into a fighting spirit that would see her transition from slave to warrior. Equipped with a longsword and javelin, and clad in hodge-podge armour scavenged from the field and fallen foes. She would be rebranded with a traditional Jel name that reflected her status as a born-again Argonian.
As grateful as she was for her liberty, and a chance to get back at those that had abused her and so many of her kin, problems were apparent. A lifetime of captivity and isolation from Black Marsh ensured a cultural disconnect. Ral knew nothing of the old ways of Argonia, the Hist did not speak to her, and she was near illiterate in the native languages of the region. A heavy Dunmeric accent and usage of slang did not help her case, as even those who respected her abilities would often mock her, and she was often excluded from traditional activities and celebrations.
Such problems seemed miniscule with the advent of the Oblivion Crisis, however, as Ral and her comrades were recalled to the heart of Murkmire to defend the heartland against the Daedric Invasion. The Daedra were repelled, but at great cost, those few Ral-Kei had befriended, including the wise old Commander that had taken her in long ago, fell in defence of Argonia. To make matters worse, the An-Xileel had no intention of resting on their laurels, the full-scale invasion of Morrowind was about to take place.
Ral, still reeling from the loss of her adoptive family, coupled her woes with severe doubt about her ability to restrain herself in an invasion of the Dunmer lands. The Dunmer were the enemy, no doubt. They were heartless bastards, deserving of everything that was coming to them. Yet they still had children, they still had civillians. If she returned to Morrowind in her current state, and with no-one to restrain her, she feared she'd descend down a path she'd never be able to recover from. Ral took the only option that seemed to make sense at the time.
She deserted.
Packing her things in the night, she slipped out of the camp, catching the next raft from Murkmire to Blackwood, leaving behind her ancestral homeland, never to return. With the armour on her back, and the sword in her scabbard, she took to the only thing she knew to support herself. Travelling the lands of Cyrodiil, Skyrim, and Hammerfell, she found her sword in strong demand in a Post-Oblivion Crisis Tamriel, which was teeming with strife and a lack of law. She's not quite sure what her true purpose is yet, but she'll keep fighting and travelling until something sticks
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Ref sheet by
Still the same ref! Just got the text changed and also uploaded a bigger file, figured I'd flex my writing chops and make a little blurb for her too~
Former Names/Aliases: Ranivosa Dres, The Phoniex of Stonefalls
Age: 28
POB: Stonefalls, Morrowind
Occupation: Adventurer, Mercenary
Hot-headed, Bitter, Protective.
A burly warrior from the Southern ashlands of Morrowind, Ral-Kei has often been described by those few that have gotten close to her as a competent, vicious warrior marred by emotional instability and unquenchable rage. Born to House Dres as a lowly house and field servant, her childhood was spent in chains, punctuated by beatings and lashings that were given in return for a rebellious attitude that only ever seemed incensed by her master's brutality.
Given a chance at rebirth in her early teens in the form of an An-Xileel raid, she would escape and be adopted by a compassionate Argonian commander, and integrated into the ranks of the Insurgent group, her innate anger channeled and forged into a fighting spirit that would see her transition from slave to warrior. Equipped with a longsword and javelin, and clad in hodge-podge armour scavenged from the field and fallen foes. She would be rebranded with a traditional Jel name that reflected her status as a born-again Argonian.
As grateful as she was for her liberty, and a chance to get back at those that had abused her and so many of her kin, problems were apparent. A lifetime of captivity and isolation from Black Marsh ensured a cultural disconnect. Ral knew nothing of the old ways of Argonia, the Hist did not speak to her, and she was near illiterate in the native languages of the region. A heavy Dunmeric accent and usage of slang did not help her case, as even those who respected her abilities would often mock her, and she was often excluded from traditional activities and celebrations.
Such problems seemed miniscule with the advent of the Oblivion Crisis, however, as Ral and her comrades were recalled to the heart of Murkmire to defend the heartland against the Daedric Invasion. The Daedra were repelled, but at great cost, those few Ral-Kei had befriended, including the wise old Commander that had taken her in long ago, fell in defence of Argonia. To make matters worse, the An-Xileel had no intention of resting on their laurels, the full-scale invasion of Morrowind was about to take place.
Ral, still reeling from the loss of her adoptive family, coupled her woes with severe doubt about her ability to restrain herself in an invasion of the Dunmer lands. The Dunmer were the enemy, no doubt. They were heartless bastards, deserving of everything that was coming to them. Yet they still had children, they still had civillians. If she returned to Morrowind in her current state, and with no-one to restrain her, she feared she'd descend down a path she'd never be able to recover from. Ral took the only option that seemed to make sense at the time.
She deserted.
Packing her things in the night, she slipped out of the camp, catching the next raft from Murkmire to Blackwood, leaving behind her ancestral homeland, never to return. With the armour on her back, and the sword in her scabbard, she took to the only thing she knew to support herself. Travelling the lands of Cyrodiil, Skyrim, and Hammerfell, she found her sword in strong demand in a Post-Oblivion Crisis Tamriel, which was teeming with strife and a lack of law. She's not quite sure what her true purpose is yet, but she'll keep fighting and travelling until something sticks
_________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Ref sheet by
Still the same ref! Just got the text changed and also uploaded a bigger file, figured I'd flex my writing chops and make a little blurb for her too~
Category Artwork (Digital) / All
Species Argonian
Size 1280 x 427px
File Size 143 kB
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