Finally went on a hunch and finished the app:
Sylvia VerulaRace: Imperial-Nord.
Gender/Sex: Female.
Age: 27
Appearance: Tanned, weathered skin, the result of many long days out on the road. Imperial features on the stouter side, with large lips and a prominent nose. Long chestnut hair, usually tied around the back and under a hood, though sometimes loose and uncombed. Light-brown eyes, almost amber in hue. A few freckles on the cheekbones. Of average height by imperial standards, which means she is on the shortish side in comparison to many of the other races.
Organization(s) involved with: East Empire Trading Company, Thieves' Guild (covertly)
Class: Agent
Equipment: Usually unarmed. When trading, a Steel Dagger, a Hunting Bow, and Steel-tipped arrows. The armour she wears when in these travels is of a light, flexible, leather construction (think Thieves Guild armour with fur and a cloak to ward off the cold). Her horse is a stout cashmere girl called Bertha. She owns a small, humble abode in Solitude (next to the windmill). Her wealth is concealed under a hidden door, where she stores valuables equivalent to some 2,000 septims.
Skills: Brokering a chill deal, reading maps and getting to where she wants to, riddling bandits silly with arrows. She is one of the more reliable traders in Skyrim -- the Company believes this is due to her wit and sixth-sense, but it's more due to her good relations with the Thieves' Guild (obtained by leaking the itinerary of rival traders) and the bribery of several bandit leaders.
Weaknesses: Magic is pretty much none, except a few stray spells in illusion. Hand to hand combat, when out of stealth, is poor and untrained. Though she is stealthy, she is a poor pickpocket. Fondness and penchant for getting into trouble with bandits, though this is more of an occupational hazard than a weakness.
Bio: Sylvia was born to Marcus Verulus, a noble patrician from the Imperial City, and Helga Snow-Shod, a Nord from the influential Snow-Shod family in Riften (the [fictitious] younger sister of Vulwulf Snow-Shod). Helga married Marcus about five years before the War -- Marcus was, at the time, a promising trader, holding ties to Riften, Solitude, and the Imperial City. After they were married in the Nord custom, both went to live in the Imperial City.
Unfortunately, however, the eruption of the Great War brought about the bankruptcy of his fledgeling trading company. Marcus went deeply into debt. Now a poor, jobless man, he decided to join the imperial army. Of all the legions, he was drafted into the 8th . Once the Dominion began encroaching upon the Imperial City, Sylvia was temporarily sent to live with her maternal relatives at the city of Riften: She never learned the fate of her parents; she never learned what happened to them in the furious battle and the ruinous sack that followed it -- she never saw them again.
After the war, Sylvia was raised by the Snow-Shod family as one of their own. Vulwulf returned from the war a broken, resentful man; he raised Sylvia with the intention she would become a Stormcloak archer, instructing her in marksmanship. Before she began fighting for that 'righteous cause', though, she was caught by the city guard stealing from the Bee and Barb: She spent a few nights in a jail cell. Learning of his adopted daughter's criminal tendencies, Vulwulf immediately disowned her from the family and severed all ties with her.
Once she was released, she returned to Brynjolf. Turns out, she had been cavorting wit him as an initiate in the Thieves Guild (her failure was attributed to that weird suspicious bad luck of the Thieves Guild). She was given an assignment -- infiltrate the East Empire Trading Company; the endgame: Report ledger and route information back to the Guild.
Sylvia
won the trust of the EETC after she discovered that Clan Shatter-Shield had been funding pirate attacks on EETC trading. She participated in an attack on the pirate hideout known as Japhet's Folly: There, she sneaked into the complex and stealthily disposed of Haldyn, their leader, slicing his neck with a dagger.
Now that EETC trade has largely resumed throughout Skyrim, Sylvia is employed as one of the EETC's most successful traders. Covertly, she continues to be a sympathetic member of the Thieves' Guild, longing to replace that clown Mercer Frey as its Guildmaster.
RP Sample: gneushk.Personality: Obstinate and ready to carve myself a role in this world -- whether honestly or deceitfully is entirely up to you. Work with me and we can do wonders; try to cross me and, let's just say, some bad people will somehow be very keen on plucking up some of your valuables. I enjoy making friends -- especially among the whores of Solitude, who are pretty much the only sensible people left in the world -- and I think I'm as good at socializing as I am pawning mammoth tusks and health potions to those stingy Khajiits.
Likes: The rolling hillsides of Skyrim the Beautiful, and its lovely weather. The open-minded people that live therein, and the peace in which they prosper. Just kidding. Being a jackass to those who are jackasses to me. A bit of Skooma.
Dislikes: Vittoria Vici. She's bad enough she should be killed at her own wedding. The EETC obviously, those greedy bastards.
Theme song: let's have some skooma and drift right into sovngardeeee Voice: The female voice in there. Same happy-go-lucky mood, just slap an imperial accent on top and you're golden.