Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-14011542-20131009214425/@comment-83.183.134.46-20131205014653

Agishy, my Khajiit, was born in a Khajiit Trade Caravan, and simply dumped in Windhelm as a young girl.

She has a lengthy history of getting adopted, then thrown out of the house, as everyone thought they wanted a cat orphan, but then realized they really didn't like cats.

Agishy became older and worked her way up from beggar, to pickpocket, to hunter, and made it for herself. She was still living on the streets but she made a good profit, and almost always had jerky to gnaw on and warm furs, sometimes even staying at the inn for a full 24 hours!

One day the Khajiit broke into a house she had heard was abandoned, but instead of bowls and fine china to pilfer, she saw a boy chanting. Apalled she stared at him silently, but the boy managed to convinve her to murder Grelod the Kind. This was carried out, and with the money Agishy got from stealing the boys valuables, and sellig his family heirlooms, she bought some very short-term investments and lived life as good as you could without a roof in your head, in the coldest city in perhaps all of Tamriel.

Then one day, she woke up with a letter in her hand. She annoyed an old Nord untill he read it loud for her, but she didn't make much out of it. A week or so after, she hired a room in Candlehearth Hall, and woke up in a damp shack. Being completely panicked she -- in what she'd describe as self-defense -- murdered two probably innocent people.

With a lot of promises made from the red-clad figure 'on the shelf', Agishy blew all of her life savings (All sixty gold!) on a carriage to Falkreath, and sought out the Dark Brotherhood in it's dense Pine forests.

WIthout a cause or worthwhile life, she quickly succumbed to her new 'family' and grew a zealous devotion to Sithis and the Night Mother. As it turned out, she was very capable of murder, theft and arson, and then lived the rest of her life as a marksman of the Dark Brotherhood.

That is, untill she was discovered in the middle of an Orc Stronghold. They made a new rug out of her, as promised by many but achieved by few.