another unfinished daewen/brynjolf

She pressed the switch of the fake, stone coffin that concealed her destination from view. The sound of stone grinding on stone slowly filled the cistern below. One of the guild members, Sapphire, ran through to the main area of the Ragged Flagon.

"Brynjolf," she said, stopping behind a hooded man drinking from a dirty tankard at a small wooden table. He'd asked her to report to him the moment she heard that familiar sound. It could only be one person, no one else returned so late at night, "she's back." The man pulled his hood down away from his face.

"Thanks, lass." he responded. She went back through the secret passage to the cistern, passing the new arrival on her way.

She was a bosmer. Short and skinny, perfect build for a sneak thief, and very good with a bow. Clad in the guild master's uniform she waltzed into the Flagon like she owned it. She didn't, but she was in charge of everyone it in at least. The girl smiled upon seeing her friends; or family as she preferred to think of them. They were more of a family to her than her real one back in Valenwood, anyway.

She waved hurriedly at everyone and rushed over to meet with Tonilia, a redguard woman and an excellent fence for the guild. Daewen had picked up so many things while she'd been gone that Tonilia only just had enough coin to buy them all from her.

"You bring more every time you come back, girl." she laughs as she puts away all of her newly acquired jewels and trinkets.

"Sorry," the elf replied. She begins to walk over to the table where Brynjolf is sitting, but continues talking. "You know I can't help myself. It's why I fit in so well around here. Isn't that right, Bryn?"

"Uh, yeah" he answered as she plopped herself down in the empty chair across from him and helped herself to a piece of his bread.

He knew first hand how good of a thief she was. The first thing she did upon meeting him was try to pick his pocket. He's sure she'd have succeeded if he hadn't stepped back unexpectedly, knocking her to the ground. He remembered turning around to help her up and seeing her with a bag of his coin in her hand. She laughed sheepishly and held the bag out to him. He snatched it from her as she stood up, brushing the dust from her leather armour.

It was the last time he ever saw her wear that, he thought to himself. The second he sent her to Tonilia to get her Thieves Guild armour she changed into it and never took it off, except to upgrade to the Guild Master's armour, but that wasn't much of a change.

He looked up from his drink to see her talking away to him. She obviously hadn't noticed that he wasn't listening, that his mind was somewhere else. Still thinking about her, but not about what she was saying. She'd pulled down her hood revealing her face. Not classically beautiful, but with perfect features. Her very short hair allowed for perfect view of her long elven ears which twitches occasionally when she laughed, Brynjolf had noticed.

The redheaded Nord realised he was staring. Again. Of course, she hadn't noticed, being so absorbed in a tale of dragonslaying. Sometimes after she returned from adventuring with her odd little jester friend she'd tell these stories for hours and hours. The other guild members often went to bed while she was still talking, but Brynjolf never did. He tried to be around her as much as possible when she was there, he never knew when she'd disappear back out into Skyrim's wilds.

The Bosmer snapped her fingers in front of Brynjolf's face, bringing him back to his senses. She laughed. He noticed the twitch of her ears again.


"You awake there, Bryn? Girl might think you're interested, staring at her like that." She put her elbows on the table and rested her head in her hands, staring back at him. Her large, dark eyes shining in the light from the candle between them. He wished to tell her. He'd always thought it was wrong for a thief to be in a relationship. They worked best alone. There had been girls in the past, but nothing more than sex, no feelings were involved. Until he met her. Maybe he should just go for it. Maybe he was wrong and a thief could be with someone, especially another thief.

"Funny you should say that, lass..." he replied, eventually. The elf laughed, ears twitching slightly again. Then, her ears pointed slightly, like an alert puppy. She looked nervous, realising that he  wasn't playing with her. He didn't want to scare her away now, that would just make things awkward. Then again, just shutting up after that wouldn't make things any better. The nord was struggling to think of what to say next when the girl spoke up instead.

"Bryn... you look flustered. You were joking there, right? I mean... you don't..." she looked away from him, running her hand through her dark hair and trying to tuck it behind her ear, but it was far too short. She smiled mischievously but Brynjolf wasn't looking. 

"Lass, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said-" He was cut off by the sound of her chair scraping across the stone floor as she stood up very suddenly. Stepping around the table she motioned for him to stand up also. Confused, he got up from his chair to face her. She was quite a lot shorter than him. Unusual for an elf, but it worked for her. 

Suddenly, the girl moved closer to him. Awkwardly she threw her arms around him and rested her head against his chest. Brynjolf was shocked, but not opposed to her sudden movements. He moved his arms around her waist, returning the hug. 

He could smell her. He'd smelled her before but never this close. She smelled of nightshade, which he thought suited her perfectly. Beautiful, but deadly. 

daekas (not finished, i published by accident oops.)

you look strong. come to jorrvaskr and be a companion.

Daewen hopped down the slight hillside, the huge towering image of Dragonsreach finally visible in the distance, and sprinted over to the path that would take her into Whiterun. Her long, dark hair fanned out behind her as she ran along the path.

She heard shouts in the distance, and a booming, garbled roar followed. A giant? Not this close to a town, surely? She ran ahead, bow at the ready and saw the beast surrounded by three people.

A woman, standing far back with a bow in her hand, shooting the giant with deadly accuracy. She was wearing very old armour. Daewen knew from books she'd read while trying to pass time in inns across Valenwood and Cyrodiil that it was the armour ancient Nords wore, but was very rarely made any more. Her face was covered in striking green war paint, a style that Nords often wore also, and surrounded by long, red hair. She was making the archery look almost effortless. Shooting arrows at the giant at great speed, grabbing another one from the quiver on her back and in seconds that one was gone too.

Another woman, smaller, with a one handed sword, jabbing at the thing nervously and then stepping back a few paces. Daewen could tell she was very scared to be fighting this thing. She was lightly armoured, only wearing a set of studded armour to protect herself. She didn't look much older than Daewen also. She had short brown hair with braids tied into it, and dark war paint that Daewen guessed she's applied to make herself look fiercer. It didn't really work.

The third was a man. A huge guy with a huge two handed sword swinging at the giant and even tanking a few hits to shield the smaller woman. He wore a mismatched set of armour, some steel armour, some imperial bracers and boots, he was not as well presented as the two women, clearly. He had very dark, very messy hair that stuck to his face as it became sweaty from moving around and swinging his sword at the giant. His war paint surrounded his eyes as if they'd been scratched by something with claws. All in all he definitely looked like a very impressive warrior.

Daewen drew her bow and held her breath. They hadn't noticed her yet. If she could snipe the giant from here she figured she'd be praised pretty highly by the time she caught up with them. She released the arrow and watched as the giant fell down, almost at the same time. She'd missed her chance, it was done.

She heard a masculine voice yell out as she shoved her bow back onto her back walked along the path towards the group. Shit. She shot him. She was just trying to help and she shot a random stranger. A random stranger who could definitely kick her ass if he turned out to be less than friendly. The arrow was only in his arm, mostly blocked by armour, but she figured he'd still be pretty pissed with her.

The group of three looked around and noticed Daewen. The older of the two women walked over to her while the younger sat with the man and tried to pull the arrow out, wincing at the small  amount of blood coming out.

"Well, that's taken care of. No thanks to you." the older woman said sternly. Daewen tried to defend herself, to say that she was trying to help when the woman cut her off, "and to make things worse you shot Farkas. I thought wood elves were supposed to be good with a bow?"

"I was coming over to see if he was okay, actually. It's not my fault if you killed the thing just was I was about to help. Are you always this rude to strangers?" Daewen retorted, folding her arms across her chest and looking at the other woman angrily. Behind her, she saw the man finally stand up, barely bleeding as the armour had stopped the arrow from lodging itself too far into his arm.

"Leave her alone Aela, she was only trying to help. We're never going to get new recruits if this is the impression you're giving of us, you know." he said. He turned to face Daewen, "We're members of the companions. Kinda like the Fighters Guild, but with more honour. We live up there in Jorvasskr, come see us if  you think you're good enough. I promise I'll keep this one off your back." He nods towards Aela and smirks.

Daewen felt something inside her seeing him smile. A warm feeling, something she'd never felt before. The three companions left her beside the dead giant and walked up the path towards Whiterun. She composed herself and followed a bit behind. Making her way into Whiterun she asked one of the guards where she could stay for the night and was pointed towards the Bannered Mare.

As she climbed into her rented bed her mind was swimming with thoughts of the man she'd met earlier. She realised he'd never mentioned his name. She knew she had to go to them. Firstly to meet this man again. Secondly, to show that Aela who the better archer was. Even if she did need a lot of practise first.

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Early the next morning Daewen hopped out of bed, dressed herself, grabbed her bow and left the Bannered Mare. It was chilly out. Daewen wasn't yet used to Skyrim's climate and was dreading having to go much further north in the future. It was always pretty warm in Valenwood, and cyrodiil wasn't too cold either, but Skyrim was something else. She rubbed her hands together to try and create some warmth, but ultimately decided that getting moving would be the best way to avoid being cold.

She wasn't familiar with Whiterun, or anywhere in Skyrim, really. She'd crossed into the country by Falkreath and was picked up by some Imperial Officers who thought she was with the Stormcloak rebels. She'd tried for hours to explain to them that she was not a Stormcloak, and that the Stormcloaks would not even let her into their army because she was of elven descent.

Eventually, she was plopped into the back of a carriage with an actual Stormcloak rebel, a simple horse thief and what turned out to be Ulfric Stormcloak himself. The carriage ended up in Helgen. And Helgen was almost the end of her life. She watched, utterly terrified as Stormcloak after Stormcloak was sent to the block and executed.

Then it was her turn. She was ordered to the block, the executioner's axe already dripping with the blood of all those who had been murdered before her. She kneeled down. There was a roar. Everyone looked at the sky. Another roar. Fire. Buildings crumbled before her. People were killed, both Imperial and Stormcloak. It was a dragon. A huge dragon, with pitch black scaled skin and enormous wings.

She barely escaped that day. She didn't really know how to feel about it, though. On one hand, she was grateful that the dragon had chosen that exact moment to attack, saving her life, but on the other hand a lot more innocent people had been killed. She shuddered just thinking about it. She was supposed to tell the Jarl of Whiterun about the attack, but it could wait. She didn't want to have to recount the whole thing to him just yet. But she would, in time.

Daewen looked toward the stairs leading up to the wind district, and then back down the path towards the town gate. If these people were was important as Aela seemed to make them sound, their Jorrvaskr, or whatever the man had called it, would probably be up the stairs.

Once up the stairs she could see a few different buildings surrounding a large, dead looking tree. Seeing the tree like this made Daewen feel quite sad. Coming from Valenwood she'd had a love of nature and plantlife drilled into her from a very young age. She thought about asking around town about the tree eventually, see if she could help it in any way. She sat on one of the benches below it for a moment to make a note in the journal she'd picked up from the Riverwood trader on her way through the town.

There were more steps behind the tree leading up to Dragonsreach. Definitely not the way to Jorvasskr. so it had to be one of the two buildings here. On her left was a small building, which looked to be some sort of temple, so that left the only other building on this level of the city. It looked like a huge overturned longboat. There were two sets of double doors on  the front of  the building, and the walls were adorned with shields.  The whole place looked very impressive.

Daewen psyched herself up and walked to one of the doors and pushed it open. The inside was even more impressive than the outside. It was a great hall with a long fire pit running through the middle, surrounded by a table completely covered in all kinds of food and drink. Weapons and shields hung from the walls. There were a lot of people,but no one seemed to see her enter. There was a lot of noise coming from one end of the hall. Daewen noticed two people, a man and a woman, were brawling, and many of the other occupants were standing around them, watching and cheering.

She scanned the room for the man she met yesterday but she couldn't see him. She stood on her tiptoes to try and see if he was among the commotion at the end of the room but she couldn't see him there either. She was about to give up and return later in the day when a door opened directly opposite her on the other side of the room. The man walked in, followed by another much smaller man. The two sat down at the table and grabbed a tankard each.

Daewen hopped down the few steps into the middle of the room and walked around the table to where the two men were sitting. The smaller one noticed her first. His eyes were bloodshot and he smelled like old mead.

"Well hey there, pretty elf, not seen you around here before" he slurred at her, spilling his drink across the table. The other man turned to see who he was talking to.

"Hey, you came!" he smiled at Daewen, ignoring the smaller man's advances, "I was hoping you would. It's really hard for us to get new blood around here, especially if Aela is their first contact with us" He pulled a chair out beside him and motioned for her to sit down.

"She doesn't scare me," Daewen replied, perching on the edge of the chair. He grabbed a sweet roll from the middle of the table and thrust it into her hands. She nibbled at it, not wanting to make herself look too greedy. It wasn't until she had taken a bite that she realised how hungry she was, having been too excited to get breakfast at the inn when she got up.

another one of these things. the more details i can get about her the better.

Character Name: daewen rivverrun

Nicknames: lass / little elf.

Age (human years): 19-21

Gender: female

Pronouns: she/her

Romantic/Sexual Alignment: bisexual

Illnesses/Disabilities/Neurodivergences: none

Personality: sneaky, flirty, fierce.

Kintype: ????

Family:mother, father, older twin sisters, brother.

Significant other: farkas/brynjolf.

Species: bosmer

Voice: not too high but definitely feminine. sexy.

Height: quite short, hence 'little elf'

Weight: not a lot.

Skin type/color: greenish brown. dark for a bosmer. freckled.

Eye color: orange

Hair style/color: short hair shaved on one side/long wavy hair with a fringe. dark brown.

Scars/visual injuries: scar below her left eye.

Notable/unique features: white warpaint around eyes.

Tattoos/piercings/etc: shadowmark tattoo on left hip. a few ear piercings.

Usual clothing: guildmaster outfit or rogue outfit.

Smells like: mountain flowers, nightshade (because she usually carries them)

Race: bosmer

Ethnicity: BOSMER.

Nationality: from valenwood???

Religious beliefs: mara/namira

Image reference:




Quote/catchphrase: she doesn't really have one.

Backstory: she was born to a pretty well off family in valenwood. she has two older sisters and an older brother. she was very close to him. her parents favored her sisters to her and she rebelled by getting involved in stealing and being a bad kid i guess. eventually her parents had enough of it and told her to leave. she ended up travelling to skyrim with barely anything to her name. she crossed into skyrim near falkreath and was chased by a frostbite spider which she is terrified of. a man dressed in dark clothes and a hood saved her from it but she kept running without knowing who it was. (it was bryn and he never forgot her face but shh that's a secret this story is so cute and dumb i love it) and then skyrim happens i guess. (copied and pasted from previous post)

Ongoing/Current story: skyrim but with more fucking brynjolf.

Future story: settling down with brynjolf and stealing shit together i suppose.

Likes: brynjolf, cicero, puppies, money.

Dislikes: spiders, mercer frey.


Theme song(s): i'm with you - avril lavigne

OTP song(s): lying is the most funn a girl can have without taking her clothes of - panic at the disco

Hogwarts house: slytherin

Patronus animal: wolf (that seems pretty deviantart or something but i really think it would be because she's a fucking werewolf and the whole farkas thing it makes sense)

Pokemon gym leader type: dark or psychic

Fursona species: wolf again i guess omfg though she's not having a fursona.

Gemsona stone: pyrope garnet

Character alignment: neutral evil

Deadly sin: lust/greed


Job/makes a living by: stealing shit. killing dragons. killin'

Things the character collects: wooden plates.

Languages spoken: whatever language is spoken on nirn or in tamriel. some dovahzuul.

What were they like as a child?: sad. as her parents favored her sisters she spent a lot of time with her brother or trying to get attention.

What/who is the character most faithful to: brynjolf. the night mother to an extent.

What do other characters wrongly assume about them?: that she's super big and scary.

What do other characters correctly assume about them?: she's fkn hot.

Do they like the name they were given?: she's happy with it. there's worse bosmeri names.

What would they change their name to, given the chance?: she changed it to nightwind for a little bit to try and estrange herself from her family but went back to riverrun after a while. (surname there)

As a child, what did they want to do when they grew up?: join the thieves guild with her big brother!

Do they ever get to do that?: she joined but not with covan.

Fears/phobias/triggers: frostbite spiders.

Favorite place: riften.

Favorite person: brynjolf (or cicero)

Favorite kind of weather: rainy

Favorite time of day: early morning.

Favorite type of environment (plains, cities, oceans, etc): she likes the plains around whiterun a lot. she loves the forests of the rift because of the colours but gets attacked by frostbite spiders too often to really enjoy it.

Place of birth: valenwood, but i cant remember which city.

What do they eat?:humans? a lot of meat. she doesn't really stick to the green pact as much as she did while she lived at home but she still prefers to eat a lot of meat. as the champion of namira she does eat the people she kills from time to time. if she really must.

Current place of residence: honeyside (except when i'm actually playing it's windstad manor. but that timeline is wrong so.)

Do they wear jewelry?: she wears an amulet of mara.

Do they wear makeup?: is war pain makeup?

Do they dress practically or fashionably?: a bit of both. her clothing is good for what she does but it's pretty cute.

How often do they exercise? And how?: she's pretty much doing stuff all the time.

What mythical creature would they be?: well shes literally a werewolf.

Are they ticklish?: you know i think she would be i bet brynjolf would have a lot of fun with that.

Character’s parent(s): pengae and dirding. (i told u there were worse bosmeri names i picked awful names for them purposefully because they suck)

Which parent would character choose to live with: neither.

Siblings: twin sisters belwen and cirwen (her mother clearly has a naming pattern) and a brother covan.

Pets: a lpuppy with no name.

Preferred weapon: a bow, but she can use magic and swords too.

Do they want to get married?: maybe one day.

Do they want to have kids?: maybe one day?

Character’s most cherished items: chillrend because she took it from that fucker mercer.

Is there anyone they really hate?: MERCER FREY and also that racist guy in windhelm.

How would your character react to being lost in the woods overnight?: "oh fuck there's gonna be spiders"

Would they ever consider killing someone?: she is literally an assassin

Would they follow through with killing someone?: LITERALLY AN ASSASSIN.

How many close friends do they have?: umm, bryn, farkas, cicero, aela, mjoll. that many.

How many acquaintances do they have?: a whole bunch she talks to a lot of people.

How many enemies do they have?: she tends to get rid of them sooooo not many heh.

How would they react if they arrived in our world?: "oh hey the spiders are pretty small here that's cool where are the people with pointy ears WHAT IS THAT THING" there is no electricity in skyrim she would be confused.

Do they believe in god(s/ess/esses)?: mara.

Do they have any magical powers?: she's good at destruction magic.

They have to take care of an infant for 24 hours. How do they manage?: it would probably pick up a lot of swear words and have a knife by the time it goes home.

Ho much do they value money?: she likes money and has made a lot of it.

Do they believe in ghosts/spirits?: yes.

What role would they have in a Disney movie?: she would probably be the sassy female sidekick or something. she's not a princess. not in the usual disney princess sense anyway.

How old do they think they are going to live to be?: elves get pretty old.

Do they live to be that age?:by being an elf

How do they think they are going to die?: probably a dragon or something.

Have they had their first kiss? When/where/with who?: i've never thought about it. i don't think she'd have had any experiance before leaving valenwood. farkas is pribably her first.

How would they react to walking into a glass door in public?: she'd probably yell a lot and bonk cicero on the head if he's with her.

How would they interact with a dog being walked that wants to greet them?: she'd happily pet the dog!

If they saw a house on fire and someone trapped inside, what would they do?:she'd probably be able to save them! depending on whoe it was.

What turns them on?: LASS

What turns them off?: mercer lol ugly asshole.

Are they passive, aggressive or defensive?: aggressive

Cats or dogs?: dogs.

Big spoon or little spoon?: little spoon omfg that's so cute.

Would they press the same button a lot of times if an elevator was going slowly?: yes she is not a patient person.

If they could access social media, which sites would they use?: probably instagram. i feel like she'd take a lot of selfies. she'd be cool with nude selfies too.

What would they do if they saw someone drop their wallet and it had a lot of money in it?: she'd keep it.

How would they react if someone they weren’t interested in asked them out on a date?: she'd probably calmly say no. she'd be a little shocked because people aren't usually that forward with her.

Special skills/talents:

Patience level (with known people): some

Patience level (with strangers):not much.

Patience level (with children): barely any.

Patience level (with animals): more than with people if the animal is cute.

Patience level (with artificial objects): a surprising amount. she is very dedicated to lockpicking once she gets started.

What was their biggest rebellion against authority? Why did they do it?: she started stealing to gain the attention of her parents.

Have they ever used sexuality to get something they wanted?: of course.

Name something new they taught someone: i want to say that she taught brynjolf a few dirty words in dovahzuul. possibly accidentally.

Is there someone they are close to who no one else likes? What’s the story?: no one likes cicero because he's an annoying lil shitbag but he swore loyalty to her as the listener and he's so lovely to her she can't let him go.


Inspiration/reason to create the character: i just wanted a bosmer character to play through the guild questlines and do sneak/archery. and this happened. i love her.

Is their name based on a pun or joke?: nah

Number of revamps/redesigns they’ve been through: so many! i'm still not sure on all of her details so things change a lot. i hope one day i'll have her story down properly.

Is this character okay to draw fan art of?: YES.

another ask meme - daewen based obviously.

1: What is your OC's gender identity? female.

2: What is your OC's romantic/sexual orientation? bisexual.

3: What is your OC's hair colour? very dark brown.

4: How old is your OC? 21 as of the end of skyrim. enters skyrim at 19.

5: Which fandom is your OC from? elder scrolls.

6: Which Hogwarts house would your OC be Sorted into? she's probably be a slytherin.

7: Which Divergent faction would your OC be part of? (Idk what this means)

8: What is your OC's fighting style, if any? Are they a rogue, a warrior, a mage? a rogue i suppose.

9: Do you think you'd get along with your OC if you met them? Why or why not? i'd like to think i would! she's kind of intimidating sometimes though. i'd probably be a lil scared of her haha.

10: If you have more than one OC, would your OCs get along or would they clash? Why? i haven't really thought about other ocs enough to know.

11: Who are the five most important people in the world to your OC? brynjolf, cicero, farkas, aela and mjoll. (sorry jenassa and serana!!!)

12: What is your OC's relationship status? If they are in a relationship, who are they with? it depends on where in her story we are. upon leaving valenwood for skyrim she is single but dates farkas for a while. eventually they split because he's always off companioning and she's adventuring so they never see each other.

13: List three of your OC's strengths. sneaky, she's p hot that's a strength, she could kick ur ass unless ur a spider.

14: List three of your OC's weaknesses. spiders. brynjolf probably, wooden plates.

15: If your OC came upon a demon that took the form of your OC's biggest fear, what would they see or experience? nimhe, the spider from markarth, probably.

16: What is your OC's clothing style? Do they have a specific colour palette that they tend to dress in? she wears dark clothes to help her stay hidden when sneaking. she likes to wear pretty revealing clothes.

17: What is your OC's eye colour? orange.

18: Is your OC employed? If so, what is their job? If not, why not? is being guildmaster a job?

19: Give a brief description (or a long one!) of your OC's backstory. OKAY. she was born to a pretty well off family in valenwood. she has two older sisters and an older brother. she was very close to him. her parents favored her sisters to her and she rebelled by getting involved in stealing and being a bad kid i guess. eventually her parents had enough of it and told her to leave. she ended up travelling to skyrim with barely anything to her name. she crossed into skyrim near falkreath and was chased by a frostbite spider which she is terrified of. a man dressed in dark clothes and a hood saved her from it but she kept running without knowing who it was. (it was bryn and he never forgot her face but shh that's a secret this story is so cute and dumb i love it) and then skyrim happens i guess.

20: Why did you choose your OC's name? Describe the process. i used a bosmer name generator because she wasn't ever supposed to be this important to me.

21: What is your OC's favourite colour? uhh... i really don't know. i feel like i've answered this before and said white but i don't know.

22: What is your OC's MBTI type? ??????

23: Is your OC an introvert or an extrovert? extrovert!

24: What temperament is your OC; choleric, melancholic, sanguine or phlegmatic? i did a quick quiz answering as she would and it came out as phlegmatic, i'm not really sure what this means though..

25: List three ways you and your OC are similar. both got the spider fear. both super in love with brynjolf??? both cute heh.

26: List three differences between you and your OC. she's super confident and i am not. she can shoot fire from her hand and i cannot do this. she is sometimes a werewolf and i am not ever a werewolf.

27: What moral alignment is your OC? i took another test and she came out as neutral evil which i think is about right.

28: Is there anyone your OC would die for? uhh probably brynjolf. maybe covan if they got close again.

29: If your OC lived in the world of ATLA, what type of bender would they be? probably a fire bender.

30: What would your OC score on the Kinsey Scale Test? 2 Predominantly heterosexual, but more than incidentally homosexual.

31: What race/species is your OC (human, elf, vampire, etc)? BOSMER (WOOD ELF)

32: Which of the seven sins (lust, greed, gluttony, sloth, pride, envy, wrath) is your OC most guilty of? either lust or greed i think.

33: Which of the seven virtues (chastity, charity, diligence, humility, kindness, patience, justice) does your OC most embody? umm i don't know. probably charity? she might steal and kill a lot but she keps a lot of people out.