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Inspired by Ravnie and Mercer, I have decided to follow suit with the character prompts! Post an image or gif, and I will dive deep into Amari's backstory and give you a glimpse of her past. All information is being shown in an OOC manner of course, for your reading pleasure.
If you'd like to see her full bio, and what is can easily be found out about her through general public knowledge as well hooks for RP, the bio can be found HERE.




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Full Name: Amari Dornvale
Aliases: Her Gladiatorial Title for the Kvatch Arena is 'Amari, Shadow of Valenwood.'

Race:
Bosmer


Place of Birth:
Valenwood (Grahtwood)

Birthsign:

The Steed


Place of Residence:
Currently living in the Rift.
Occupation:
Contract Killer
Kvatch Gladiator
Painter



Date of Birth:
20th of Midyear.
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"Welcome my friend, sit down. I have a story to tell you about a woman who rose from the embers of nothing and created something beautiful."
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Amari hisses out a short breath between her teeth, squinting as she hurries forward on nimble feet, slipping between the others in the crowded road and heading further into the city. A red hat bobs up ahead, taunting her. It disappeared once, popped back up into view, and vanishes again. Someone jostles her in passing, the guard scowling at her for the not paying enough attention to where she was going, and she grimaces, muttering apologies.
When she looks back up ahead, the person in the red hat was gone.

"Shite." She grumps to herself, folding her arms across her chest and coming to a standstill in the middle of the road. Should she try to run, give chase? That would likely only draw more attention to herself, and the last thing she needed was a guard on her ass. There were so many distractions here, people and noises everywhere. Now that her target was gone, she picks a new one, starting to walk after a woman carrying a basket of vegetables and perusing the wares at the market.

Amari shoo's off a merchant that reached for her, trying to make a sale, and keeps her eyes on the woman, trying to avoid bumping into anyone else this time. "All part of the training." She reminds herself. "Keep track of them, but don't lose your focus on the crowd. Don't get-"
Her words are cut off as someone else runs into her, eliciting a quiet growl from the Boiche as her shoulder is knocked back, and she almost loses sight of the woman between merchant stalls.

Operating in a crowd was not her forte. You want someone to sneak into a place unseen, drop down from a balcony and take out a target in the silence of the night, she's your girl. But this? The noises, the shadows and movement all pulled her in seperate directions, and when she focused too hard on the target she picked for this practice, everything else vanished in a sort of tunnel vision.

"Hektor is going to expect a report back." She sighs, knowing she had to continue. It was for the best, and she trusted the older mage's judgement. If she could learn to navigate through the chaos in a crowd, practicing to stay aware for battles to come, her chances ofsurviving Cyrodiil were much better. She squares her shoulders, trying to widen her vision and keep her focus on the woman while still watching her surroundings, and starts again.
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Amari stumbles, palms extended and torso twisting as she falls. Her elbows lock, carrying the brunt of her weight as she catches herself in the loose sand, then quickly scrambles back to her feet, wiping the blood from her lips. One of her training partners, Demetri, stood a short distance away with his bow in hand. His eyes held the slightest glimmers of sympathy, but hands remained steady, notching an arrow. Her gaze flits between him and her boss, Mantrius, who was still towering over her. How could she have expected anything different? She'd known what she was coming home to. You didn't just say no to a contract.

"You return empty handed, and think there will be no consequences?" Mantrius hisses, a sneer forming on his lips. "You don't get to ask questions, that's not your job. Your job is to take the contract, complete it, and give it back to me."

"She was just a girl." Amari says quietly, then bites down on her lip. Letting her temper get out of hand here wouldn't help matters any.

"That's not your concern. You were sent to fulfill this contract, not to question why somebody wanted her dealt with in the first place." Mantrius steps away from her, shaking his head in a resigned fashion. "You know we can't keep around anyone that's willing to turn their back on a job."

"It won't happen again." She promises, taking a hesitant step backwards as her eyes flicker over towards Demetri again. The redguard had his bow angled at her now, string drawn back along his jawline and waiting for the order. Part of her wanted to reason with him directly, but Demetri had always been such a stickler for the rules. It wouldn't be any different now.

"I really want to believe that." Mantrius sighs, a note of genuine regret in his voice. His gaze pans around the arena, fingers tugging at his mustache, and several seconds pass before he speaks again. "Agility and speed have always been your biggest strengths. Perhaps we should leave it up to your skill... If you're still breathing by the time that Demetri runs out of arrows in his quiver, you'll get a second chance to heal up and prove yourself." The older Cyrod starts to turn away, moving towards the gate to the training arena, then pauses, looking over his shoulder. "Run."

Demetri loosed the first arrow, catching her unprepared. It struck between her shoulder and her collarbone, the force of the blow knocking her off balance and sending pain radiating through her upper torso. By the time that Demetri had pulled another arrow from his quiver and notched it, she was back on her feet, scrambling madly along the wall and trying to block the pain out so that she could move faster. The fact that she'd been able to get this far was a mark of Demetri's sympathy. He was a damn good shot, and quick on the draw. Amari knew he was giving her time. If she could dodge enough of these arrows, she'd make it out of here. There was no other option, really. So she ran.
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