Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-14011542-20131009214425/@comment-25565762-20141021205211

My male Argonian, Veemja, was traind since the day he hatched, to be an assassin. His father Vijas taught him to hide in the shadows, to be able to defend himself with only a dagger, to have perfect aim with a bow, to be efficient with only light armor, to be able to snatch the contents of someones pockets without being noticed and to be an expert in opening locked doors. But most of all, he trained him to be cold - blooded, to be able to end an innocent persons life, or steal their most precious belonging with no remorse, whatsoever. Veemja was a perfect killing machine, and when he reached 21, he realised he was miserable. He had a non - existent social life due to training almost everyday of his life and never going out, except when he was to practise his thieving and killing skills on real, unsuspecting targets. He loved his father, as he was the only person he had ever formed a bond with, but he craved something more. He didn't enjoy thieving or killing, but the rush it gave was exciting, and if you worked for the right people, and made the right connections they were certaintly rewarding. So he decided to leave. He wrote a quick note to his father and gathered his things. He lived near enough to the border near Cyrodiil, after a good deal of walking he spotted a man on his horse. He spent 2 years in Cyrodiil, moving from city to city stealing goods, and practised killing in ruins and caves. Along the border of Skyrim he saw an Imperial patrol with prisoners. He had never seen the strange armor that the prisoners were wearing before. "Imperial buisness, move along, lizard," to Veemja. Veemja slowly backed away. But as the Imperial turned, a coin pouch was sticking out of his pocket. He moved up back behind the Imperial, who didn't seem to notice. He tugged at the pouch. The Imperial swung around with his fist raised. Last thing Veemja saw was the fist being swung towards him. He awoke to a nord, one of the strange soldiers talking to him. After a minute, or so the cart arrived at a town. Helgen.