Character Background. Birth of the Dark Assassin

• Posted by Sithis Nerevar October 26, 2011 - 966 views

  I was a Dark Elf who fled Morrowind with my family to try carve out a new life for my family and me in the harsh land of Skyrim. We had not a lot of money but had just enough to secure simple lodgings when we got here and i was luckily able to find some work as a hunter in a nearby village provoiding us with some much needed income. It was not long before life was starting to look up for us, while far from being a master hunter i was very skilled with the ancestral bow my father had past down to me as his father had done before him, the bow had existed as long as my family name and each 1st born son in the family was gifted with it when he came of age. I did not know the best game trails as i was knew in this harsh land but with a little luck and some keen insight i managed to land some prize kills on a fairly regular basis which helped my family settle in here all the more. For the first time in ages my family and i were happy and were beginning to feel like we had really found a new place we could call home and had even made friends with a neighboring human family who had also fallen on hard times. Christof Warmglove and his family had shown us nothing but kindness since we had moved into or small lodge beside their's, my wife and his shared cooking recipes and other domesticated tips and our two boys played together. Neither of us carried any of the racist tendencies towards each other that would have been expected and in Christof i found a kindred spirit and i enjoyed him accompanying me on my hunts.                                                                                                                                               Then one faithful night my home it seems was beset for reasons unknown by 3 assassins while i was out hunting alone. I returned home that night feeling proud that i had taken down a rather large frost bear with my beloved ancestor's bow only to find my wife and child lying on the floor their throats sliced and a dagger in each of their chest, a third more exquisite looking blade obviously belonging to that of the leader was stuck in the wall in of my house with a letter of some sort attached to it. Filled with both rage and despair i let out a godawful tormented scream of agony, nothing of which the likes has ever before or since passed my lips as i rushed to my families sides but i knew there was nothing i could do, they had gone to join my ancestor's. As i knelt there mourning and filled with a hunger for more murderous vengeance than i had ever been in my homeland during the troubles i tried hard to calm myself and collect my thoughts. I looked up at the note from my place on the floor not wanting to yet leave the sides of my family,with my keen dunmer eyes i could make out only a few words of the note but they were all i needed, "Death shall come swiftly to you Dovakiin". I had no idea who or what Dovakiin was, only the cold assured realization that who ever had left that note would die a slow and painful death at my hand and so would all who had anything to do it, i swore it on the souls of my ancestors.                                                                                                                                           I was about to get up when suddenly i heard a noise behind me and in my rashness i assumed it was one of the murderers returned to finish the job, so without thinking i pulled the blade from my wife's chest and turned quickly and drove it repeatedly into the person behind me. When my rage subsided and i was no longer blinded by fury, it was then to my horror and ever lasting shame that i realized i had killed my neighbor and friend Christof who's only wrong doing that night had been to come an check on my family when he had heard that horrible scream and not knowing if i was still out on the hunt he like a good neighbour had come to investigate. I could not believe what i had done and sat there in silent shock and filled with so much regret i almost turned the dagger on myself only the oath i had made to my ancestors stopped me. I had no time to try and set things right as the town guards had arrived and saw me standing over the three bodies brandishing the murder weapon covered in blood, i did not even protest when they clamped me in irons an led me away to the fort beating me and calling me a murderous bastard. In one night i had lost all that i loved and had no reason to live, but faith it seems is not without a sense of irony i was to find and before long it would present me with all i needed to take my revenge and set things right but in order to do it i first had to die to this life and be reborn to a knew one.......