Sihlei-Ma

Sihlei-ma is an Argonian female

A thief, Smuggler, and Whisper Broker

With pale green scales, Sihlei-ma looks like she was carved out of river mist and bad decisions. Her movements are precise and catlike, always low to the ground and unnervingly quiet. Narrow slits of amber mark her eyes, and her frilled head-crest lies flat unless she’s amused—which, irritatingly, is often.

Her tail is rather thin for an Argonian, a sign of her poor health, she doesn’t eat much. She has clawed hands and feet, a snout and sharp teeth, her forked tongue gives her a very obvious Argonian accent, very hissy

Sihlei-ma has a rather average torso, her breasts are nothing special, but her legs are rather built, thick and muscular though not quite defined

She’s quick and agile

She’s Vain, venom-tongued, and endlessly amused by her own cleverness, Sihlei-ma is the type who’ll smile sweetly while robbing you blind. She doesn’t just think she’s the smartest one in the room—she knows it, and sees no reason to pretend otherwise. She loves toying with people’s expectations, spinning contradictory stories about her past for fun, and watching others try to untangle the truth. To her, danger is just another kind of game, and betrayal is a tool—preferably coated in poison.

She’s rarely sincere, but when she is, it’s unsettling. Sihlei-ma doesn’t give her trust—she loans it, with high interest.

If she can she will purposely toy with people, in whatever way she feels like, wether it’s pulling her leather chest piece aside to flash a tit, or something meaner like throwing a rock, but mostly just snide comments

Sihlei-ma claims she was “raised by moss and moonlight” in the deep marshes of southern Black Marsh—but she’s also said she was once a court performer in Wayrest, and in another version, the secret lover of a Telvanni mage. The only thing anyone can confirm is that she turned up in Cyrodiil a few years back with a satchel full of Dwemer trinkets and a bounty on her head in three provinces.

She drifted through the darker corners of Tamriel—Anvil’s docks, the alleys of Balmora, a stint running black-market goods through the Iliac Bay. She’s known to trade in secrets more than coin, and has a knack for getting into places she shouldn't, and out of them with someone else’s valuables

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