| Full Name |
Dahlia Worstrom |
| Race |
Bosmer |
| Gender |
Female |
About Dahlia Worstrom
Adept Skill(s): Lockpicking, Sneak
Apprentice Skill(s): Light Armor, Light Weapons, Pickpocket
Novice Skill(s): Alchemy (potions), Archery, Alteration (Feather, Burden), One-handed Weapons
Physical Appearance: Tall and lithe, the red-headed Bosmer has hair that runs to just above her shoulder blades. Her skin is sleek, seemingly fragile but actually resilient. Her muscles are surprisingly tone, given her figure.
Personality: Usually quiet, she tends to not say much when spoken to, unless it's about her profession as an assassin and locksmith. She isn't shy, just rarely has anything to say.
Backstory: Dahlia was born in the city of Arenthia in Valenwood, during the time when the Thalmor still had an alliance with Valenwood and Elsweyer in the third Aldmeri Dominion. She was used to seeing the Altmer patrolling the streets as she walked around with her mother, her father having gone off to join the ranks of the Thalmor, if only to keep his family safe. Her life was relatively peaceful, though she fell into a rough crowd when she was young, and found herself in trouble every once in a while, whether it be making too much noise when having fun or getting caught trying to break into an abandoned building. It became very clear early in her life that she understood locks very well, and understood how to pick them even more; her parents soon gave up trying to lock her toy chest and instead just hid it from her.
When she was sixteen, though, the Green Pact Rebellions started, where the Bosmer of Valenwood rebelled against the Thalmor for breaking their Green Pact when a Thalmor agent attempted to cut down one of the great migratory trees that held the city of Falinesti because he felt that members of the royalty were mocking him. She had no real idea what was going on during that time, but she knew that with the ensuing chaos, there was a lot she could do that she wasn't supposed to. She started to loot the houses of people she didn't like and took a few valuables here and there, and she looted the markets for jewelry she liked. She was having a lot of fun with it, until her father came home abruptly. He told his family that he was no longer a part of the Thalmor, as he believed that the rebellion was right, and he was going to protect them. The violence hadn't reached Arenthia at that point, so they assured him they would be alright, but three days later, the Thalmor came looking for the traitor. Breaking down the door to their home, Dahlia watched in horror in the hidden room of their house as her father sacrificed himself to save his family from the wrath of the Altmer, a longsword plunged through his stomach.
In a fit of fury, despite her mother's protests, Dahlia sprang out of the hidden cellar, and caught by surprise, the three Thalmor didn't have time to react when she dug her dagger, given to her by her father should things have gone bad, into each of their necks, narrowly dodging a blade of the third one. Her mother ran out to try and stop her, but in her rage, Dahlia stuck her dagger right into her mother's eye, stabbing her through the brain. Devastated, Dahlia fled her house, just as the rest of the Thalmor started to lay siege to the city. She fled past the border of Valenwood into the Colovian highlands of Cyrodiil, over the Strid River, and found refuge in an abandoned house. She cried herself to sleep, only to be awoken by a figure in dark robes. She was offered a safe haven in the Dark Brotherhood, and she figured that she belonged there, since she had just killed her mother. If she could kill her own mother, she could kill anyone.
Equipment: many lockpicks, a steel dagger, a shortbow, a few arrows, and a practice lock.
