Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-14011542-20131009214425/@comment-92.23.186.159-20161130165445

You see my story isnt so simple, in fact its one of heart break and pain. As a young boy I lived with my Father 'Yomaku', he was a great man, worked hard for out city and did all he could to protect me and the others from danger. My mother died during child birth, I heard the other parents say how lonely my father looked without her but he always did what he could for me and never showed any pain at her loss. I was eleven at the time, The Dominion attacked our city, though we defended ourselves, my father died. A lady had betrayed us, she fled to skyrim it was said, hiding underneath the name 'Sadia' or something like that. I wanted so much to hear her squeel as my blade sliced her neck. Alone on the streets I lived as a begger for four years, these were simply put the hardest four years of my life. Now when i think back to it, the pain and lonliness i felt, the discomfort of sleeping under large rocks on dusty sand, is probably the reason i devoted my life to changing those who had lost or were born without parents, i just wish i didnt have to go about it in such a distasteful way. On my fifteenth birthday a man approached me, he gave me a thousand coin and purchased a stall for me in the markets at Hammefall, his name was 'Nazir'. He made me promise however, when the blood boiled so hot that the hatred inside me could no longer be contained, to find him in Skyrim, 'Silence is the answer my brother'. I worked until i turned seventeen, a week before my eighteenth birthday. My stall at the time was one that sold and made lots of money, I would purhcase daggers from the smiths, enchant them with the mages and then sell them to the freefolk. It was however to same means by which i became rich that i witnesed that blood boiling event. With the same dagger i had planted the seeds of flames and fear, it struck down a poor homeless boy who i had always made sure to feed and comfort with new clothes. The imperial traveller laughed and mocked the boy as he bled out on the streets, he simply paid the gaurds and walked free. As he trotted away on his horse he was met with a arrow to the knee, as he fell to the dirt i stood above him and asked, 'What is the music of life?'. It was then i sold my stall, i packed what i had needed to take with me, but a gold ring and a silver necklace and headed for skyrim. My money, well it wasnt needed and the orphanage of Hammerfall thanked me for the donation. Caught slaughtering the captain of a ship on my way to skyrim i was taken to a chopping block ... the rest of the story does not matter, there is however one lesson i would like to share. I first learnt to suffer, then how to kill, then gifted with eternal life i became a monster of the night and slaughtered those who tried to do the same to us, i then learnt what it meant to be a thief before finally marrying a priest and settling down in markarth. She was also a redgaurd, as was my first adopted son, he lost his father who was a sailor. I adopted a duaghter who was in fear of a serial killer lurking within a great city, they grew to be honest, noble and powerful but above else, let me teach you this ... through all my suffering, a river of blood never truely satisfied my needs, only love and compassion for those who were forced to walk a path like mine ever truely made me happy. I found Sadia, she shook with fear at the thought of what our people would do to her, i helped her and defended her, she still to thsi day lives in a tavern, the city name is Whiterun. She was the cuase of so much pain in my life, when i looked into her eyes I saw only the same and thought of all those who i had also killed to satisfy my lust. It would be somewhat contradictory for me to do that i had always dreamt of doing ... 'Ray Nix - Redgaurd and Thane of Markarth'.