Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-14011542-20131009214425/@comment-22926615-20131015041910

Backstory (maybe historical flaws in this story, not an expert on lore, also may not be very exciting either): A nord, he was born in Cyrodil, a little after the Great War that took place thrity years back. His mother and father, Hulva (a priestess of Talos) and Tholar Sword-Heart (a former Blades member), were in hiding, after fleeing from The Imperial City to a small ranch north of Bruma. They had a son, a few years after the Great War. He only knew his parents for four years, until Thalmor discovered who they really were. They came to arrest them, but instead of taking them to prison, they decided to execute them infront of their house, including the child. Jon was the first to be killed by the Thalmor agents hand, then Hulva. Next, was the child. One Thalmor soldier, could not bare witnessing the death of another innocent child, so he quickly knocked out the agent, and killed the other two soldiers as well, although now wounded. He took the child to an orphanage, wherethe soldier died on the front steps of the building, from loss of blood. The child lived, his name unknown. The children called him "Little Knight" for he was strong for his age. Growing old enough, he left, the orphanage, and worked on the street as a sellsword. Good money, until, one day, he saw him. When he saw him, he remmebered, images, of his father and mother being slaughtered. He saw the agent, now old, in the streets of Bruma. Filled with blind rage, he took, his steel battleaxe, and with one swing, the old agent was headless. This was done in broad daylight, everyone saw, everyone called the guards. So he ran, Knight ran, but where could he run. He remembered something. Skyrim. He had heard of the resistance up north. Although never quite drived to join the resistence, on the run, it was something. He crossed the border, southeast of Falkreath, unknowingly, he walked into what seemed like an imperial ambush. He though he was caught, that though inturrupted by a sharp spike of pain to his head. he woke up on a carriage, and you know the rest.