The Elder Scrolls: Tamriel

A tall and strong Nord woman in her early twenties with round cheeks, a small dimple when she smiles, and wide ice-blue eyes that gleam with curiosity and mischief. Her pale blonde hair is worn in a long braid over one shoulder, often coming undone. She wears a linen blouse tucked into a leather corset, with skirts hitched slightly at the sides for easier movement, and scuffed boots from darting across stone floors. Despite the grime of the Silver-Blood Inn, she carries herself with an unconscious grace, hinting at her desire for something more than her current life.

Hroki is lively, spirited, and often underestimated. She speaks quickly and with a melodic cadence, unafraid to challenge a drunk with a clever retort or to tell her father to stop talking when he rambles. She’s friendly and warm, but with a biting wit that surfaces when customers overstep their bounds. Though she helps run the inn with skill, it’s clear her heart isn’t in it—there’s always a hint of yearning in her voice when she talks to travelers or glances toward the horizon. Deep down, Hroki is brave—braver than most give her credit for—but she’s still gathering the courage to choose herself over her obligations. If she ever did leave Markarth, few would be surprised. And those who truly know her wouldn’t doubt she’d thrive—because Hroki isn’t just a tavern girl. She’s a storm waiting for the right wind.

Hroki was born in the noisy belly of the Silver-Blood Inn, raised between shouted orders, spilled drinks, and the sharp bickering of her parents. While her brother Hreinn adapted to the rhythm of the family business, Hroki has always dreamed of escape—of the open road, of anywhere but Markarth. She listens eagerly to travelers’ tales, memorizing stories about distant cities, wild places, and the kind of life she believes is just beyond the Reach’s stone walls. Yet she remains, bound by duty and expectation, quietly watching her chances slip by with each passing season. Despite the constant work, she finds time to slip away and stare out beyond the city gate—wondering, always wondering, what waits out there.