Female Follower Kamille Shy UNPB CBBEv3 Standalone - NEW UNIQUE ARMOR SET

Well. this is my 3rd follower mod I\'ve created. This was actually my character I\'ve played for very very long time. I spent a lot of times trying to create as beautiful as possible. I hope you guys like my mod :) *I made a silly mistake on her body weight :( I thought the scale of her weight was 0. 00 to 1. 00, but I found out that it was actually 0 to 100. No wonder why she was so skinny D: Now I fixed that part. Additionally, I made some changes to Kamille. see the updates section. Make sure to download the update file. New Armor Set created by SydneyB (Ashara Princess of the Wood) Body weight maxed (larger breasts/shoud fix big head problem) Deleted due to neck clipping issue Kamille\'s hood/cape moved to her inventory from default outfit No longer invulnerable, Kamille will take damage but will not die. 4K Body Texture Combat Assassin specialized in One/Two-handed weapons and Archery Sneak Type Follower Levels up with PC Standalone (does not require any additional mods) Better facial expression Unique Armor sets (HD Quality) Eseential Invulnerable Unique Doesn\'t affect stealth meter LightFoot CriticalShot 90 SilentRoll Stealth 80 SteadyHand 60 CustomFit Name : Kamille Shy Sex : Female Age : 23 Personality : quiet Skills : One/Two-handed weapons, archery Likes : Orange, Lime Dislikes : Children Location : Sleeping Giant in Riverwood “Orgnar! Another ale!” Byrim demanded. He wiped some of the filth off his face and continued staring at the wall. Why was the service in this dump so slow? Byrim didn’t realize he was staring at first. He had expected big, lumbering Orgnar to bring him the ale. But this wasn’t Ognar- this was a young woman that didn’t even look like she belonged in Riverwood…What approached him was a very pretty young woman, with long wavy blonde hair, and a smile that Byrim found a little unsettling. There were so many things about her that were out of place, not least of which was the fact she was walking towards him…“Here is your ale sir,” she smiled as she filled his tankard with a delicate hand. Even in his haze, Byrim could see there was a grace in her movements that was unusual. And she wasn’t dressed quite like any local barmaid. There was something else about her that bothered him, something that tickled his foggy memory, but what was it? Shrugging to himself, Bryim decided to forget about her and get back to drinking. He had so many things he wanted to forget…The next day, Byrim dragged himself ou