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The Red Mountain thrums with the heartbeat of Resdayn, bearing its blood from mainland to island, Blacklight to Tear, in veins of molten rivers or deep beneath the earth. It is blood that goes beyond Houses and Clans, bitter rivalries and torrid betrayals. Unity, in all Dunmer; who knows better of it than House Dres?Ash stung her lungs with her very first breath; a babe the mirror image of her mother swaddled in spidersilk, ceaseless wailing comforted only by rasping coos and songs of Vehk. It was her mother that first put the taste of a lie upon her tongue. She'd find that taste again and again, rarely was she reprimanded for it. Lies, she was taught, were a necessary poison that comforted the mind when it needed to be soothed. She became a collector of lies — a listening pair of ears in the shadows of other Houses, a silver-tongued friend to the other House-Cousins of Dres, and a blade in the dark to the lesser races of Men and Mer wearing façades of Eagle and Lion. Necessary evils; who knows better of them than House Dres?The cost of unity is a bated breath, a knife in the back, a silenced tongue that might spill too much, severing the diseased limb before it takes the rest of the body with it. Rhiesa Naaloran simply never thought it'd be her.

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─ PERSONALITY A privileged upbringing has afforded Rhiesa an air of self-importance that rarely makes her pleasant company. Of course, she embodies the best traits of the Dunmer; proud, arrogant, underhanded. She's a liar — compulsively so — with a penchant for exaggeration and enough saccharine poison dripping from her lips to leave most wondering 'did she just insult me or was she flirting?'. In small doses, she's a good time; always up for verbal sparring (and not so conceited that she can't take as much as she gives), quick to share an amusing tidbit of gossip, and happy to pay for drinks if it means loosening the lips.Her flaws are numerous, but perhaps the worst among the bunch is that she talks, and talks, and talks, and talks. She uses a sharp memory as a weapon; whatever nasty little secrets one lets slip will most certainly be added to her arsenal and used at the next table for a quick laugh. It's a pitiful sort of punching down — She's had it all and lost it all, and has to make herself feel better somehow.─ APPEARANCE She's a horribly vain creature, holding the belief that she is the picturesque depiction of her kind: skin the color of sun-bleached volcanic rock painted with fine-ink tattoos she claims to have done herself, sharp, symmetrical facial features, rust-red eyes bordered by thick lashes, silky black hair that falls to her mid-back when left loose, and a tall, bottom-heavy figure.Harsh scars mar her face. One cuts across her left eye and through her eyebrow, another along her left cheekbone and her chin. Of course, she finds the imperfections far easier to fixate on.

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─ strengths

· Throwing knives: Master
· Intel gathering: Master
· Stealth: Expert
· Illusion: Expert
· Tailoring: Adept

─ weaknesses

· Close-quarter combat
· Physical strength
· Hot-headed
· Egotistical
· Athletics

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─ common

· CONTRACTS, PAYOUTS, AND A WEB OF CONNECTIONS Along the grapevine comes a job; above board, perhaps, or slightly less-than-legal. More often than not, Rhiesa finds herself in the position of broker — The one that knows a guy that knows a guy (that knows a guy). She's spun herself a healthy web of connections — that now includes you, congratulations! — and in the end, everyone prospers. Would that she could be so privileged to sit in her ivory tower while her peons do the work. If there's a job to be done, chances are she's on it, too.
..........→ Rhiesa's most public occupation is that of a Fixer. She gives jobs, goes on jobs, and generally speaking has her ear to the ground at all times. Need a job done? She can find the people.· BAD NEWS, MUTHSERA Somehow, she's sniffed out a weakness. Everyone's got a vice, right? Gambling, drinking, whores... Stick around long enough and someone is bound to talk. There's debt, a dark little secret tucked away in thirteen glasses of wine, a woman of silk just dying to talk about how a rich client still moans his ex-wife's name in bed. Rhiesa knows. She's not the worst person to end up sitting across from you with that shitty little smile. Do the favor, and she'll make it all go away.
..........→ Blackmail! Espionage! Ruining lives one smile at a time! She can blackmail your character (with extensive OOC discussion), or be paid to get some dirt on someone else.

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· INVOLUNTARY UNPAID VACATION A Dunmer tends to stick out like a sore thumb when they linger anywhere but the bounds of Resdayn. Rhiesa even more so, with how terribly unhappy she is to be surrounded by sand instead of ash. She'll lie if asked straight up, of course, but the story is there if one knows the right people to ask. Poor thing, fallen far out of favor with House Dres (her own mother sold her out, they heard), her career as an agent of the Pact meandering in the desert. They say she's on some sort of mission with no end in sight, and her return to Morrowind set on an impossible condition.
..........→ A hook for other Dunmer/Pact affiliated folks. Want to kick a girl while she's down? Come make fun of her in Abah's Landing. Or, perhaps, you have something that might just help her regain her status (unlikely, but it's fun to pretend).

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abah's landing

morrowind (rarely)

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─ common

"You can see it in her eyes, when she speaks. The way she treats others; it's as though they're but pawns to be moved around. It doesn't matter how unsavory they are — thieves, murderers, heretics, even Maormer. If there's a way they can be bent, they end up on the playing board."
Abah's Landing, from the lips of a thief."There is no greater cruelty than fostering hope just to scorch it. Rhiesa; I piss on her name. I thought my life was saved! She'd promised me a lump sum to clear my debts, went so far as to set me up in an inn room in Taneth so the collectors would stop harassing me. I'd pay her back, with interest, and do her a favor. Gods above... I killed for her, and in the end I still ended up behind bars. I begged to know why, and she said only that the collectors were paying her more!"
Taneth, a cry deep within the prison.

─ uncommon

"The betrothal between Dres Rhiesa Naaloran and Hlaalu Tyris Aryseth was a strategic one, and one that benefitted the Naaloran clan far more than it did House Hlaalu. Dres saw it as better than the alternative, at the very least — a Tong blade in Lloras Naaloran's belly, and financial ruin for the family. Rhiesa's betrayal was one everyone should've seen coming, though still it's wondered if she was instructed to do so by the Dres grandmaster, or simply didn't wish to be married. The Naaloran's are ceaseless s'wits, still trying to pawn off their remaining daughter."
Naris, a correspondence between two House-Cousins."Things get... Messy, when it comes to Pact business meddling with the business of the Great Houses, Muthsera. Hlaalu would've seen it fit to send the Tong after her and have that be the end of it, but she'd garnered enough favor on her tour with the Pact to keep that from happening. The solution was a little comfortable lie, instead: she ought to be deep within Covenant territories, searching for another turncoat that may or may not actually exist. She is only to come back when she finds her. You're unlikely to see her again."
Tear, in the chamber of the Dres Grandmaster.

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