#silian stuff

kicks my LEGGY up and GRABS silian

so its obvious that Silian is based on my Elder Scrolls Online character of the same name, and one thing that carried over to fantrolls is how she interacts with people of her home town

she lives in a small room at the top of a communal hive stem, with minimal decorations and furniture. theres a bed, a lantern, and a storage crate where she keeps her stuff, and thats it.

however, everyone else in the hivestem KNOWS her, and knows shes a thief. because of this, whenever she comes back after being gone for a while, they all give her a little treat by stuffing random valuables or things she’ll like in places she usually scrounges through. she thinks she’s always getting away with stealing more and more stuff, but in reality, everyone there cares about her so much they all chip in and give her something to do, but it’s never talked about when shes around, and if it is, they have to act surprised

16. — daybreak

Okay, okay, okay, okay, don’t panic, don’t panic, you’ve still got, what, thirty minutes until sunrise?

...

Okay, maybe it’s time to panic just a little bit.

You hadn’t intended to be in this hive for so long, it was supposed to be a quick in and out, grab what you want and go. But no, her neighbors just HAD TO go for a late night walk right as you were planning to make your getaway. It’s always SOMETHING with these residential heists. They have a barkbeast, or they needed repairs done, always SOMETHING.

You sigh as you pace back and forth in the main block of the hive, a million ideas racing in your little head. You could always just burst out and take them out with two well placed arrows- but that’d be too obvious, what fucking thief out there uses a bow and fucking arrow anymore??? You think you might have a chance to make a break for it once the trolls outside had gotten far enough away, but that’s still way too risky and you’re liable to be caught.

UUUUUUUUGHHHH why did this happen tonight of all nights. You had PLANS, you’d met someone earlier and were going to chat with them tonight but now you can’t, seeing as your stuck in some random trolls hive, backpack full of jewelry, fine china, and paperclips. Yes, paperclips, they were made of solid gold, they’d go for a lot.

You poke your head over the windowsill to look outside again, the area getting increasingly brighter by the minute. And... Oh, son of a bitch, of COURSE they stopped to talk to someone.

You sigh loudly as you slump against the wall, air puffing out from behind your mask.

Maybe you could just hide away in a closet and wait until she goes out tomorrow night, and sneak some food from her fridge every so often. Yeah, yeah, that’s probably your best bet.

Well, Silian, another heist well done. Now begins stage 2: Operation Campout In A Pretty Girl’s Hive Until You Can Actually Leave Because You Stole a Lot of Stuff.

Let’s go.

>Your name is SILIAN ELMROK, and this profile marks the first one I’ve done in like, a year. Go me.

>Anyway, back to you- wait, where’d you go? Ah well. Might as well describe you while we’re here.

>You’re an eleven sweep old troll, been around this hell planet for a bit, but not too long to be jaded to everything yet. In that time, life hasn’t been very nice to you. You’ve had it drilled into your head that you were destined to be sent to the caverns by your childhood friends and teachers. Not enjoying the idea your destiny was carved out for you, you decided to take the metaphorical chisel in your own hands and just go apeshit on the tablet of life. Taking your lusus, you ran away from your old neighborhood and your old life. 

>Not planned, however, was your sudden struggle with staying afloat and alive in such a hostile world. Finding nearly no options, you turned to crime, stealing your way back into having a sustainable “income”. While you would love to keep all of the fabulous jewelry and gems you steal from gaudy highbloods and shops, you know you have to live somehow, so you sell most of it off to various guilds that cater to folks in your profession. You’ve gained a bit of a reputation among most guilds, earning the nickname ‘Teeny’, which you’re not terribly fond of, and make it a point that you’re not should someone ever call you it.

>Over time, you’ve become an excellent thief, pickpocket, and general con woman. Always eager to make quick money, but not so eager to trust others. A few bad jobs in the past have turned you off of working with other thieves, and because of that you tend to act brashly with other people, even if they’re not in your field. It takes a lot for you to like someone enough to call them a friend, and even more for you to trust them.

ITS FINE AJFJSJDKNSND rip sil