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Name: Veronique Levert GENERAL INFORMATION: Gender: Female Race: Caucasian True Age: 210 Apparent Age: 26 Path: (if on a Path) Religion: Atheist, Clan: The Cocksomb Society Bloodline: Nosferatu Clan/Bloodline Disciplines: Majesty, Obfuscate, Vigor. Covenant: The Invictus Covenant Faction: (if applicable) Haven: Sanguine Winery APPEARANCE: Height: 5"8 Weight: 10st 1 Hair: Dark Brown, short pixie haircut. Eyes:Bright silver. No visible puplis (wears lenses) Skin: Pale with slight pink blusher to give her a more human appearance Handedness: Left Scars/Tattoos: None General physical description: Voice: French accent, changes frequently between a quiet and silvery voice to a rather penetrating and loud tone of voice. Clothing/armor: She wears a pale red trenchcoat with golden buttons on the front and sleeves. Dark striped tights and heeled leather boots, often wears gloves. She wears a red hood and large sunglasses to hide most of her face. PERSONALITY General Personality Traits: Connoisseur, critic, conversationalist, sarcastic, fussy, elegant, very prim, easily disgusted and slightly aloof. Fears: Repulsed by animal blood, being humiliated, losing her company. Attitudes towards friends/strangers: She is capable at socialising with many but her conversations are usually short lasting. She has befriended both humans and vampires and likes to keep them her friends to make her appear more human. Opinion of the world: She is generally repulsed by the world and tries to stay out of it. HISTORY Past: Born in France to owners of a successful wine plantation her parents were very strict and snobbish and barely let her out of the house to socialise in case she would become "infected" as they told her. The best parts of her life were spent drinking this "fine quality vintage" that they so forced down her throat at parties. When her parents became old she decided that she would live her life like a normal woman. On this one night however she did become "infected" as her parents said. Rather strangely she was embraced by a complete stranger in an alley, she did not even see his or her face. From that moment she became a member of the living dead and was absolutely disgusted. She ran away from home to England. There, with shared profit from her French Vintage she started her own wine company amongst humans as if she is one of them. She lives a life of suppression but occasionally invites humans to her winery for feeding. Embrace: Unkown stranger Birthplace: France Family/Relationships: None known to her Friends: Macellarius clan Enemies : Very few, often gets them drunk. Current Nationality: French Current Place of Residence: UK. Has homes in France. OTHER INFORMATION Merits and Flaws: Bilingual Backgrounds: (if applicable) Magic Items: Pets/Animal Companions: Other:

Marcurio's eyebrows furrowed slightly but he remained reserved, standing in silence, letting them talk. " Oh that Windhelm!" She said to Anna. She turned her head to face Marcurio for a moment "You remember Windhelm, don't you darling?" Marcurio stood there blankly. "Marcurio?" She repeated a second time. He jumped slightly and smiled " Oh, yes. Windhelm. I believe its one of the only cities that remain from the first empire, its said to by built by Ysgramor himself, worthy of great study. But eh....all of its beauty and fascination is ruined by its unhospitable and frankly barbaric people. A great shame." He claimed. "Hehe! You really know a lot about history don't you, dear?" She remarked. She turned back to face her sister. "Mother? Oh I haven't heard her from quite a while but I heard she's been dealing with some necromancy over at the chapel. Father.....oh yes! Yesterday I bought Daddies own-brand breton cheese! As for me, well.... You realize I can't say a lot in the middle of a tavern but everythings going well, Marcurio bought me some of my favourite wine. You can have some if you wish." She said smiling. "Did you find anything interesting in Windhelm, sister? Or just the racism of which you spoke." She asked.

For a brief moment Mirabelle was confused, she turned her head around the room until she saw her sister. Her mouth dropped and her eyes opened unusually wide. Filled with excitement, she leaped out her chair and charged over to her. She stood there for a moment, completely speechless breathing awfully heavily. Overreacting, she jumped up several times making small claps in front of her face. "Anna! How....how...where...wh" She gasped before catching her breath again. "How, how are you, sister!? Fancy seeing you here!" She laughed. "Marcurio, darling! Look who it is!" She shouted. Marcurio sat there for a moment, pretending not to hear her. The imperial made a short series of moans. "Marcurio! It's my sister! Aren't you going to say hello!?" He made a short groan before putting on a massively cheesy smile. "Hello. It is a pleasure to see you again." He said, as if he had rehearsed it. He smiled and nodded at the woman. "Oh yeah! So!....What brings you to this slightly warmer part of Skyrim!?" She asked. "Hows this book of yours going? Well I hope?" She said, looking into her eyes with a genial smile. Her husband stood there slightly awkwardly, examining Anna's large lips, he made a small cough and looked around the room.

Mirabelle awoke that morning, a lot earlier than she had hoped. Mainly because of an inconvenient window that seemed to be in a place just to wake you up in the morning. The intense light caused her eyes to go into a fit of blinking. The light did not disturb her slumberous husband and he still lay in the bed in a very strange position. She made a faint giggle and tried not to wake him. At her own glacial pace she got dressed, taking repetitive deep breaths as she did. She gave Marcurio a faint kiss on his head and slowly shut the door behind her, trying not to wake her husband. She brushed off her dress and looked herself over before she walked down the staircase to the bar. Not many people were awake at the time but a few people sat at the tables chatting amongst themselves. She seated herself at a free stool and made an awkward cough. "Inkeeper?" She called. "Yes?" The inkeeper replied shortly. "Do...you serve any food?" She asked, smiling. "Well. Uh. We got....bread. Got some freshly cooked horker meat! And.." He replied, unsure. "Oooh!!! That! That will do! I'll have some horker meat! Oooh! Thats just what I need! Two portions please." She said, taking some gold out of her coin purse "Comin right up." He said. Almost immediately after the meal was served Marcurio, half dressed, came stumbling down the stairs, rubbing his eyes and yawning. "Mmmm. Good morning my love, what will we be having this morning?" He asked. Mirabelle laughed. "Hehe! I ordered some Horker meat! You like that don't you, darling?" "Mmmm, just what I wanted, my love!" He said, reaching over to give Mirabelle a kiss on the cheek. She blushed and smiled " Take a seat, darling." She said, patting a stool next to her. The couple quickly ate the meat and then held hands. " Oh and by the way, that Grivnar says he wants more pay for his last delivery because of the...extra weight. Only an extra ten septims, i'm sure you can pay for it." "Yes...my love. I can, don't you worry about that. So...ahem. Are we....going?" "Gosh Marcurio! Give me a few moments to digest my food!" She giggled. Marcurio made a slight sigh and started to tap the table.

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"Oh! Comon darling I'm so damn tired! Can't we just stay here for one night!? Please?" Marucrio begged, he had visibly droopy eyelids and his eyes were bloodshot. "Well...I guess we could." She replied. " Well, I think we should." He replied promptly. " Fine then, but just for tonight, dear." " Thank you..." He replied, very much relieved. Together they entered what appeared to be previously described as "The best Inn in Solitude." Which confused her as...it was the only Inn in Solitude. The place was warm and welcoming, if a bit empty. Only three people were present, a plump looking Innkeeper, clad in unkempt clothing. A scantily dressed Bard who was clearly attention seeking and a muscular looking Nord wearing heavy looking steel armour. After they had a quick look around they approached the Innkeeper. "We'd like a room, preferably a bed big enough for a woman and a wolf." She said playfully. "Ahah! Of course! We got plenty o' good rooms! It'll be fifteen gold please." This man was shouty too, and had an equally annoying voice which Mirabelle tried her very best to ignore. She took out her coinpurse, which was a lot fuller before her rather lavish shopping spree. "Allow me to show you to your room! Please, follow me!" The couple followed the noisy Innkeeper, who led them to their room. As the man opened the door a small golden glow emerged from the room, a fireplace stood at the end of the room. "How romantic!" She blurted. The Innkeeper looked strangely at her. "Eh....I suppose so..yeah." He said, his voice seemed to have just dropped. "Well, if theres anything else you need just gimme a holler." "Thankyou." The couple said simultaneously. The room was pretty and cosy and slightly lightened by the warm fire, which left only the corners of the room in shadow. Mirabelle noticed Marcurio had something behind his back, she peered over to take a look but Marcurio took a step back. He took out his left hand which held a bottle of spiced wine. "Oh thankyou! Thats just what I need!" "Hehe, yes. It is well deserved." He said, pulling out the cork, Mirabelle could immediately smell the luscious aroma radiating from around the bottle. " Lets drink." Marcurio said briefly, pouring the wine into a battered tankard. Mirabelle gulped down the wine and gasped. The couple dressed into their bed gowns and slumped on the warm bed, Mirabelle gave her husband a kiss goodnight and they fell almost instantly into deep sleep.

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Mirabelle pushed open the door of Kilkreath Temple, ever so slightly, a tiny fissure in the door let in a beam of light which hit her directly in the eye. She pushed open the ancient door of temple to see a bright but snowy day. A few splashes of cold, fluffy snow hit her across her rosy cheeks as she closed the door behind her. She put on her white sabre-cat fur travel coat and cautiously made her way towards solitude, trying not to slip up on the perilous snow. She made her way past the Thalmor Embassy;she looked onto the stark building feeling nothing but anger. She sniggered and proceeded walking to the equally dull city of Solitude. She was going there to collect supplies as she was running very low and was sick of dining on stale bread and watered down mead. She also was hoping to get her hands on a bottle of spiced wine there, after that she planned on visiting the East Empire Company to collect her vintage Breton cheese she'd told her husband about. She couldn’t help but remember that her father also exported cheese and wondered if the cheese she had ordered was her father’s own-brand cheese. As she approached Solitude the snow shimmering snow she’d recently been put through had disappeared, leaving only vibrant green grass and an aged, cobblestone path leading toward the entrance. It was the warmest part of Skyrim she’d experienced in months, so warm that she took off her coat, which was almost saturated by the water from the melted snow. She took a moment to bask in the beaming sun. She walked up to the carriage peddler, a poor Nord who Mirabelle personally hired to make deliveries to Kilkreath temple. His eyes were restless but taut and he was clearly tired but Mirabelle paid the man very well and he so he respected her, Mirabelle had always thought the only reason they got along was because of the large amount she paid him. “What ya wan’t this time? Not more of that smelly cheese I hope” He said satirically, leaning on his wooden carriage. “Yes.” She said, putting on a cheesy smile. “And it’s not just “smelly cheese” it is just...delicious. You should try some. It’s the best cheese out there, I swear.” She said, jovially. The peddler stayed silent for a moment, it could clearly be seen that he was reluctant, “I don’t think I sh-“ He said, before being interrupted. “Fine then, it’s your loss. I’ll see you in a bit, be ready to hoard quite a lot of supplies.” She said, with a small giggle. She walked up to the main entrance where her husband stood, arms folded. He appeared to have a large, leather backpack on his back, it looked heavy. “Comon darling this damn bag is killing me.” “Sorry dear, slipped up a few times on the way.” She said, taking a deep breath, the high path leading to the gate was rather steep. The imperial laughed slightly. “ Heh, thats OK darling, it’s very slippery. Now, let’s see...where is the list...” He said, rummaging his pockets looking for the shopping list, he pulled out a rough piece of paper from his pocket. “Ah, so...mead..wine...bread...beef...venison..honey..potatoes” He mumbled quietly. “ How in oblivion am I supposed to carry all of this?!” Mirabelle looked over at his backpack and smiled. Mirabelle only held a small basket for her cheese. “ Well, were not gonna fit it all in one go, we’ll have to go back to the carriage a couple of times.“Heh, being a pack-mule is great.” He said, facetiously.“ Oh, it won’t be that bad, besides...I made sure they got your favourite wine.” She said. “ Oh, thankyou. You know me very well.” “ Yeah I do, you lazy drunkard.” She said, playfully. “Hehe. Anyway, let’s get on with the shopping before it gets dark.” He replied. The couple entered the town, hand in hand and started scanning for good quality products at some of the stalls. She walked leisurely around the town, browsing as if she had all the time in the world. Her metallic boots made loud clicking noises as she walked on the stone floor. She reached the meat stall, where an able fisherman and hunter stood. The man put on a sappy smile as Mirabelle approached, she stood and observed the display for a while. The man leant over his stall, making a large creek as he did so. " Could I interest you in any of my goods!? Freshly caught this morning! Fresh from the docks! Best meat in Skyrim! Great quality! Well preser-" The over-enthusiastic man clearly wasn't going to stop talking and was evidently desperate for money. "Yes!" She shouted, slightly annoyed. "Yes, yes I would..." "Okay then....what would you like?!" He said, still shouting. "I'm sorry, I have a headache...could you keep your voice down a bit please." She said, trying not to offend the man. She of course had no headache but this man had an extremely irritating voice. "Sorry." He said, gingerly. " Yes, it's alright, your great at your job, know how to get peoples...attention. Anyway...could I have...salmon, beef and some..." She couldn't remember everything from the list. "Marcurio!" She shouted. "Yes, darling?" "List please." She said, shortly. She took a quick look at the list before looking back up at the salesman. "Venison, how could I have forgotten!?" She laughed to herself. The man gave her the meat and Marcurio stored it away in his backpack. " We still need...wine...mead......bread....tomatoes....carrots..apples and uhm....sweetrolls." She said, lying about the sweetrolls. "Right then so- wait....sweetrolls I don't remember any sweetrolls." He said, trying to grab at the shopping list. Mirabelle closed the list tightly in her hands and held it to her chest. Marcurio laughed " I suppose we have to treat ourselves occasionally." "That we do." She said, smiling at him. "Anyway...moving on." The couple managed to purchase virtually everything on the list, including her sweetrolls and her aged breton cheese. Marcurio's backpack was practically bursting with food while Mirabelle's small basket only held three bottles of wine and some sweetrolls. By the time they had finished shopping it was already quite late, they considered if they should stay over in the Winking Sceever.

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Uhm for some reason the text may...align itself strangely. Name:Mirabelle Lebonte Age: 28 Race: Breton Class:Healer/ Meridia's Crusader Personality: Mirabelle is generally a good-hearted, outgoing woman. She shows congeniality between most people but is less lenient towards people who lack good nature or dabble in necromancy. To her, necromancy and the undead are an abomination and she longs for them to be utterly destroyed. At her worst she is sassy, overconfident and cocky. She believes she can accomplish anything and is often happy and bubbly, no matter what the situation is, she is very determined, slightly stubborn. As a child she was prone to go into short bursts of rage, now she is older it happens very rarely, only going into rage when seriously provoked. Details: She is 5"2 and has an ideal weight of 52kg. She has mid-length, tousled, ginger hair usually in a side or centre parting. She has a oblong/oval face structure and slight wrinkles around her eyes. An average size nose, small pearlique lips and high cheekbones. She has large, leaf green, expressive eyes and fairly long eyelashes. Her eyebrows are slightly elven, they are quite thin and slightly angled. She doesn't tend to wear make-up but sometimes wears red lipstick. Armor: Mirabelle is not a fan of heavy armour, seeing it as ugly and cumbersome ,she favours light armour and robes.She often wears ivory coloured robes/simple dresses embellished with golden trimming. She wears an exquisitely crafted Mithril Armour enchanted to make her destruction and restoration spells more powerful. When she wants to protect herself she puts on Auroran shoulder pads. (medium armour) Weapons: Often relies on restoration and destruction magic. She was granted the Dawnbreaker but really only uses it to deliver finishing blows or when her magicka is low. The Dawnbreaker was sharpened, shined and improved by an Orc friend (exquisite). Equipment:She possesses an assortment of potions, mainly healing potions, a scroll of Guardian Circle and a copy of An Explorers Guide to Skyrim Spells Known: Flames, Fire rune, Firebolt, Fireball, Lightning Bolt, Healing, Heal Other, Healing Hands, Steadfast Ward, Sun Fire, Close Wounds, Turn Undead, Repel Undead, Turn Greater Undead, Bane of the Undead, Guardian Circle, Detect Life, Oakflesh. Background: Born into a wealthy family of Daggerfall, her mother had a high religious standing, acting as high priestess of Arkay, performing funeral ceremonies for some of the most important people in Daggerfall. Her father was an owner of a successful farm, he supplied leather to the Imperial Legion, generating huge amounts of profit, mainly because of the paltry amount his workers were paid. She grew up with her older brother (Colbert) and three sisters (Adrienne, Anna and Francis). As Mirabelle became older she became more confident and adventurous. One day, whilst walking in the forest she fell over and grazed her knee. Her mother offered her help but she refused and healed it herself. Her mother was amazed, amazed that a 10 year old girl would be able to heal herself completely. Her mother saw something in her, perhaps she was blessed, maybe it was just genetic. From that day on her mother trained her as much as she could, her mother was clearly a master and Mirabelle was clearly a fast learner. Mirabelle also learned of the undead and found it disgusting, her mother lectured her about necromancy for many days and Mirabelle listened, it was just about the worst thing she'd heard in her life. Years later, at the age of 21, the family moved away from High Rock to Cyrodil. Her mother became the primate of Arkay and they purchased a beautiful home called Riverside. Her Brother was the first to leave, with the money his father granted him he bought the Imperial Bridge inn. Her two other sister quickly followed, one of them moving to Skingrad to live with her fiancee and one of them went off travelling inns and writing books. Mirabelle felt lonely in Cheydinhal and the Chapel life was really starting to bore her. While she was interested in restoration and magic in general, the tedious life of a chapel healer was not meant for her. One day she discovered the shrine of Meridia, where she was called upon to purify her temple . She followed her demand and so Meridia gave Mirabelle her relic, the dawnbreaker. With it, she vanquished many undead, sharing the same hatred as Meridia. A hatred for corruption and false life. Mirabelle believes Meridia to be unlike any other daedra princes and simply see's her as miss-judged, possibly even . Afterwards, she met Marcurio, who at first seemed rather feisty but became nicer and friendlier once they got to know eachother, his go-getting attitude seemed to just fade away. Consequently, they fell in love with each other while exploring the wonders of Skyrim. All of her family came to attend her wedding and again, her sisters mocked her for her wedding-like attire.They now reside in the temple of Meridia, Kilkreah ruins, which has been newly refurbished to her tastes. The couple live in luxury, never having to pay taxes. Although she is strictly a daedra worshiper she tells very few people and insists that all of her actions are for the greater good.

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