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“Hey, whatever you think of the Thalmor, at least they give me interesting things to do. I have a purpose, and it’s usually an entertaining purpose.”

"Get me out of here and I'll only stab people for fun and profit."

Well, here she finally is, Ysmir's half sister, Shell. Though the Young Ones aren't supposed to have names unless they earn them, Ysmir and Shell's mother named her daughters in secret anyway. Like Ysmir, Shell is a mage/rogue combination. She makes of show of being bored and flighty, and actually does enjoy her job, if not always why or what she's doing. Technically classified as Bosmer, she still works for the Thalmor, as a spy in the Imperial Legion where she makes of point of sticking out by being obnoxious, flirty, and more skilled than anyone with those two traits has any right to be.

Her hair may have been subconsciously inspired by Sombra. Just saying.

Process (kinda), by request:

UPDATE: The story Shell is introduced in is now going up on Wynnifredd 's profile! Asylum'Verse: RescueSteel grey clouds clustered in the sky above the ancient city of Windhelm, their heavy bottoms weeping fluffy bits of themselves to coat the sooty dark stone framed in centuries’ worth of black dirt ground into their mortar. The new puffs of white helped add some contrast, covering the dingy, crusted snow already heaped in corners, against walls, and over the carefully stacked stone blocks piled here and there throughout the city. More grey stone rose up on either side of the street, creating a warren of unrelentingly dismal corridors beneath the black slate roofs.
Romulus Amulius, Hero of Kvatch and Daedric Prince of Madness, gazed up at the bottom of the clouds, the monochrome world around him making him long for the bright colors of Mania. Bored and depressed, he started a colony of bright yellow mold on the wall across from him, concentrating on the tiny world of fungi rather than the larger world of rot around him. It distracted him for a while, until a pair of guards crosse

Description
“Hey, whatever you think of the Thalmor, at least they give me interesting things to do. I have a purpose, and it’s usually an entertaining purpose.”

"Get me out of here and I'll only stab people for fun and profit."

Well, here she finally is, Ysmir's half sister, Shell. Though the Young Ones aren't supposed to have names unless they earn them, Ysmir and Shell's mother named her daughters in secret anyway. Like Ysmir, Shell is a mage/rogue combination. She makes of show of being bored and flighty, and actually does enjoy her job, if not always why or what she's doing. Technically classified as Bosmer, she still works for the Thalmor, as a spy in the Imperial Legion where she makes of point of sticking out by being obnoxious, flirty, and more skilled than anyone with those two traits has any right to be.

Her hair may have been subconsciously inspired by Sombra. Just saying.

Process (kinda), by request:

UPDATE: The story Shell is introduced in is now going up on Wynnifredd 's profile! Asylum'Verse: RescueSteel grey clouds clustered in the sky above the ancient city of Windhelm, their heavy bottoms weeping fluffy bits of themselves to coat the sooty dark stone framed in centuries’ worth of black dirt ground into their mortar. The new puffs of white helped add some contrast, covering the dingy, crusted snow already heaped in corners, against walls, and over the carefully stacked stone blocks piled here and there throughout the city. More grey stone rose up on either side of the street, creating a warren of unrelentingly dismal corridors beneath the black slate roofs.
Romulus Amulius, Hero of Kvatch and Daedric Prince of Madness, gazed up at the bottom of the clouds, the monochrome world around him making him long for the bright colors of Mania. Bored and depressed, he started a colony of bright yellow mold on the wall across from him, concentrating on the tiny world of fungi rather than the larger world of rot around him. It distracted him for a while, until a pair of guards crosse