Bio.

GENERAL INFO.

Full Name: Ishza V'azte
Aliases: Dragonborn
Gender and Pronouns: Cis Female; She/Her
Place of Birth: Hallin’s Stand, Bangkorai, Hammerfell
Heritage: Redguard; Vampire
Date of Birth: 11th Frostfall, 4E 177
Age: 24
Parents:

Siblings: N/A
Children: N/A
Other Family:

Allergies: Sunlight, Silver
Addictions: N/A
Mental Conditions/Disorders: N/A
Physical Conditions/Disorders: Sanguinare Vampiris (Vampirism)

APPEARANCE INFO.

Features: Soft yet strong facial features, with full lips and golden tattoos around the eyes. Small fangs have taken place of her canines, and glowing eyes.
Voice Claim: Cree Summer as Kidagakash "Kida" Nedakh
Eye Color: Gold
Hair Color: Black
Hairstyle: Bust-length, wavy hair, worn in a neat and flowing side ponytail.
Build: Well-built, with broad shoulders and strong limbs, and an athletic body shape.
Height: 5 feet and 9 inches (approx. 176 cm)
Weight: 150 pounds (approx. 68 kg)

SOCIAL INFO.

Connections: N/A

Relationship Status: Single
Sexuality: Lesbian, Polyamorous

MISC. INFO

Ishza despises her vampirism, particularly her thirst for blood. She would go to great lengths to cure herself, and frequently "starves" herself to avoid giving into that inner beast. As such, she tends to look tired and almost sickly, but does her best to push through it.

As a symptom of her vampirism and awakened Dragonic lineage, Ishza's eyes glow in the dark and her fangs are now a permanent feature of her visage. Likewise, her lack of mastery over the Voice means that her breaths will often be laced with the effects of the last Shout she used (ex: if she'd last used Fire Breath, her breaths are hot and there is a subtle glow in her throat).

Ishza speaks Dovahzul, Common, and Tamrielic.

Fritjolf belongs to my partner, Vendetta!

BACKGROUND.

Ishza's childhood was one of simplicity and order, a life defined by the solid foundations of hard work and tradition. Born in the heart of Hammerfell, she was raised by her mother, Niyvaia, a teacher who imparted knowledge with the same patience and precision she would expect of her students. Niyvaia's gift for languages was matched only by her love for the written word, and it was from her that Ishza inherited an unquenchable thirst for knowledge. Her father, K'avine, was a stoic mason, a master of his craft who built the homes, walls, and landmarks that stood as the silent history of their people. K'avine's work, grounded in the stone of their homeland, was a constant reminder to Ishza of the importance of building something that would stand the test of time.

She had been on the path to take her mother’s place as a scholar and teacher, and she was well on her way. She had the aptitude, the will, and the unshakable desire to follow in Niyvaia's footsteps. The Redguard people valued practicality, strength, and resilience—qualities Ishza had in abundance. Yet, her future was torn asunder by an insidious and unavoidable fate: Sanguinare Vampiris.

It started with the first feverish night, her body shivering with cold despite the desert heat. Then came the cravings—strange urges, a gnawing hunger that was unlike anything she had ever felt. It took weeks for the symptoms to fully manifest, and by the time they did, it was too late. She had transformed. The sickness coursed through her veins like a living poison, her once warm skin now cold to the touch. Her fangs became sharp, her sight unnaturally keen, and her body felt as though it could no longer belong to her. Ishza was terrified, but not just for herself—she feared what this change would do to her family.

Her parents, caught between the hope of a cure and the fear of the unknown, tried everything they could to help her. But there were no solutions in Hammerfell for a curse as old as time. The Redguards’ disdain for mysticism and magic, combined with their staunch refusal to even speak of anything so arcane, meant that no healing magics could be sought. They viewed the disease as unnatural, something that had no place in their world, and they feared the change in Ishza—what it meant, not just for her, but for their community. Her father, in a state of denial, tried to convince her that they would find a cure. Her mother, deeply troubled but resigned to the truth, suggested that perhaps she would be better off far from home—before her condition could endanger those she loved.

In the end, it was her mother’s voice that rang the loudest, telling Ishza that she would have to leave and only return if she was cured. Her father’s silence was the heaviest burden of all. So, she packed what little she could carry and set out for Skyrim. The land of the Nords was a distant hope, whispered among travelers to be the home of remedies both forbidden and powerful—magics that might still hold a cure for the vampire’s curse.

Ishza crossed the borders into Skyrim hoping for answers, but instead, she found herself in the jaws of fate. She was captured by the Empire, a victim of their endless crusade against the Stormcloaks, and thrust into a cart with none other than Ulfric Stormcloak, the rebel leader who sought to tear Skyrim from Imperial rule. She had no idea how her journey could have ended like this—on the brink of death, shackled and facing execution, her life stolen away by a regime that cared little for the plights of outlanders.

Yet, as the axe descended toward her neck, a force as old as the world itself intervened. A roar shook the heavens. A dragon, enormous and terrifying, appeared from the sky in a burst of flame, reducing the very execution grounds to rubble. The guards, the soldiers, and even the Emperor's own agents were helpless as the dragon tore through the fortress of Helgen. The Redguard woman had no choice but to run, her feet carrying her as fast as they could, and through sheer luck—or fate—she managed to escape the carnage.

Once she was free, Ishza learned something that would change the course of her life forever: she was not just a victim of a vampire’s curse. The dragon had come for her. Not simply to destroy her, but to use her death to destroy the world as she knew it. It was through her escape to Whiterun, and the eventual climbing of the Seven Thousand Steps, that Ishza learned of her true heritage—that she carried the blood of dragons within her. She was the Dragonborn, the chosen hero destined to defeat the World-Eater, Alduin, and prevent the end of time itself.

With this revelation, Ishza’s path was now set in stone. But even as she traveled through Skyrim, learning to harness the power of dragons, the curse of vampirism gnawed at her, threatening to overtake her at every turn. The struggle between her need for a cure and the realization that she was now bound to a much larger battle was a conflict that would shape her every decision.