Lysolda Sorille Laviearbe

Contractor-Socialite-Alchemist

Biography

Gender: Female
Race: Breton
Age: 43  Looks: Late 20's
Birthplace: Aldcroft, Glenumbra
Current Location: Fell's Run, Rivenspire
Birthsign: The LordStatus: Single
Profession: Contractor for Breton Nobility
Affiliations: Daggerfall Covenant and Breton Noble HousesHair: Brunette
Eyes: Hazel
Height: 5'10Known Skills: Alchemy, Fencing, Arcane practicalityAfter her parents made the decision to move to Aldcroft in search of cheap land, Sorille was born and raised within the small mining town surrounded by dense swamps. A single child to a common family and despite being born as such, Sorille presents herself like the nobility she works alongside and is often mistaken by the general public to be of noble blood. Her features are sharp yet elegant, styling her hair to complement these traits.

Hooks

Sorille has run her contracting business with the nobility of High Rock for more than a decade, having taken great care in building her reputation throughout the years.As such, it is not uncommon that someone may recognise her within a public setting as she frequents the major Breton cities and smaller towns, attending estates the nobles own.What wealth and influence she has accumulated through her line of work, she is capable and often willing to reinvest back into opportunities she deems worthy of her time and resources.Maybe you've heard of Sorille in a passing conversation.Possibly a Lord or Lady that requires masterful knowledge and professionalism in dealing with whatever sensitive matters that may be ailing your house.Perhaps you seek to expand your own business but require an investor to give you the upper hand in your venture.Or even an aspiring mercenary who believes they may have a chance at being hired into the entourage of high end contracts she receives from houses all across High Rock. Surely the pay and adventure would be legendary in itself?Given the way she carries herself, it may be wise to not waste her time and make your words count. Who knows, it could prove beneficial to have such an ally.

Rumours

FELL'S RUN INNKEEPERSThe hearty couple gently sat behind the plain wooden counters, the middle aged looking Breton woman held a soaked cloth as her arms constantly wove in circles along the surface, as if it had been done thousands of times before. She wore a smile as genuine as they came when inquired about Sorille, her husband much the same standing just behind her. A middle aged man from a simple background."Oh Miss Laviearbe?" she responded upon being questioned about Sorille. "Oh she is simply wonderful... Isn't she love?" the woman glanced back to her husband whilst she continued to expertly clean down the front desk counter, the man only nodded his head with a warm smile. "She does some of her business out of the storeroom downstairs, the least we can do for her given the investments in our humble little inn here." the woman continued, her jovial tone indicated perhaps her delight in speaking about the woman in question."To think, such a generous woman in these parts. She has helped the farmers, the local fighter's guild and mage's guild. Some small upstart businesses as well who now have market stalls in Shornhelm. Oh she is just..." the woman became a little teary eyed, her husband gently patting her back to offer comfort as he now spoke, his gruff tone complimenting his hearty merit."She has helped us immensely with her generosity. We can't thank her enough. So whatever requests she asks of us, we are sure to fulfil them. And yet all she desires is a humble and private station to work from downstairs. Anyone who inquires about her we ensure to relay back post haste." he nodded, spoken as if it were a common routine that had been established.KNIGHTS WITHIN SHORNHELMStanding around the backs of a tavern within Shornhelm, three knights suited within reinforced steel plate could be seen holding mugs of ale, casually conversing. They did not look the particular noble sort, as rough as they came even by Breton standards. Scars, eyepatches, one even looked like his mouth was split across the index of his jaw, lucky to still have that side of his face. Their crest was odd, even for a Breton. It looked to be a singular blade, two wings closely enveloped the sword. The key feature upon these men was the dark sash drawn across their plated torso."Aye? Sorille?" one grunted, scratching his beard. The trio looked at each other as if silently communicating before another remarked."What're you asking for?""Doesn't that bitch do business with anyone? Or so I've heard. Honestly I'm sick of hearing about this woman, aren't you? Tordaude goes on about her enough every now and again, needing her aid or council. I thought she was some common folk whore." the third smirked into his mug, winning a laugh from the other two."Aye, Sorille does business with the Noble's around High Rock. Bit uptight if you ask me and I bet she has those claws of hers in anything she can sink them into. She's a fucking witch if you ask me and yet our Lord still does business with her." he grunted, the other two did so as well as if all silently agreeing on the claim."Get out of here, would you? Go bother someone else about that damned woman."DAGGERFALL GLENUMBRA - DOCKHANDS"Sorille...? Sorille..." the sailor snapped at his fingers, foot tapping along the jetty whilst he scanned his memories for the name."That's definitely a name I've heard, bah. She that-- Oh right that damned 'witch' or whatever? Well some people call her that, no idea why." he slapped his forehead as if now remembering some sailor talk he'd heard."I think people just bad mouth thing's they don't understand, really. Pretty sure she's just some business woman. She works with noble's right?" The man bent to haul another cargo crate along the dock before dumping it down and moving back."Bit weird you're asking about her around these parts... But probably smart, stay away from the shit they spin in the inns, aye? They probably say she is some hag puppeteering nobility to her will. But if I'm not wrong, I'm fairly certain she's a delight to the eyes." he grinned."She can puppeteer me whenever for all I care. But look, no I haven't heard much beyond random dribble everyone goes on about, probably all far fetched knowing how drunk people get when they start raving about things they dislike. I'm sure for every bad thing you hear about her, you'll probably hear something better. I bet they call her a witch because she's from Glenumbra here if I'm right. If that's the case, I bet she's from up north in the swamps. Petty really if that's their reasoning, if anything it's impressive she's still alive knowing how harsh the swamps can be." he then waved a hand as he rolled a barrel down the dock and shoved it into the small dingy he was working on."Aye? Ah well it's a mess up North. Vampires... Werewolves... Necromancers... Rampaging Undead. Vile disease spreading about. Awful, truly. Anyway, need to get back to this now, good luck tracking her down and talking to her. Or whatever it is you were going to do."

Relations

RAVENNA VELETH"Ravenna is a mer of undeniable charm and grace. She and I have conducted business on several occasions and I've also had the pleasure of enlightening her upon the intricacies of High Rock and its nobility. I fail to see why the presence of a noble Dunmer causes concern for those here? She is a woman of commerce foremost and should be treated as such."

EVANE WIRAND"A sharp and cunning mind. One that views the world and those that walk it within the same light as I do. Her approach to curiosities and ability to offer practical solutions has never ceased to amaze. Nor her ability to take a task in hand and see its completion in a timely, dignified manner. And yet her unwavering desire to remain in the dark perplexes me.""No light is absent forever... Eventually, we must all step out from our corners."

"You shouldn't be here."

"Lost. Forever."

"Inspire me."