Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20131124195016/@comment-24123288-20131124230218

"I...didn't grow up there." she sighed, "I was born in Windhelm. My parents were pretty cool. Both fantastic archers and my mother taught me the very basics of Alchemy." Eilonwyn smiled sadly.

"Windhelm is an awful place for a Dark Elf to be. There is so much...racism, animosity..and the Grey Quarter is horrible. So cramped." she shuddered at the thought.

"Anyways by the time I was a teenager I'd grown rebellious and fought with Mum and Dad a lot. Yelling the usual stuff. Anyways...there was this serial killer around. He...killed my mother."

"Dad was never the same after that. He was like a shell of himself." Eilonwyn clenched her fists. "I found him one day with his own arrow jammed in his neck. I had nothing to hold me back after that." She spat.

"So, I went to Whiterun, hooked up with Arcadia to further my Alchemy and then a few years later I meet you." She smiled sadly.