Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140307011720/@comment-10906938-20140308041952

Galadir sighed and looked around before beginning. "I grew up in Firsthold. My father was on the governing council- NOT Aldmeri Dominion. I never learned who my mother was. I know it wasn't anything illicit, everyone hated my father. Everyone. Well, not me or Celanar- my brother." Galadir smiled, remembering happier, simpler, safer times. "We were about as close as brothers could get. We went everywhere together. Inseperable. We had some spats, but we were kids back then. He was two years older than me. We enrolled into a battle academy at the same time, and we were trained there for about seven years. One day, we saw..." He faltered, stopping speech. His brain was putting all of it's energy packing sandbags to combat the sudden flood of painful memories. "There was a Bosmer woman at the market. She was selling a trinket to the general goods merchant, and was completely ripped off. She got maybe a fifth of what it was worth, and the merchant knew it. When the merchant was counting the money, she grabbed an apple from the bowl at his stall. Instantly, a Dominion soldier threw her to the ground and started beating her. I was horrified, but my brother didn't share my opinion. He didn't enjoy it, but he seemed to support the brutality. I was soon expelled from the school- a fight, I wasn't as thick-skinned as I am now. I wasn't as stunningly handsome, either. I decided to apply to the Arcane Academy, and I found a place there. Things grew rockier with me and my brother. When we were given time off, he would give supremacist comments. I replied, and we got into some heated discussions. I was on my last year of schooling, and so was my brother. One day, he just... he announced that he was going to join the army. I was incensed. We started shouting. It got louder and louder until he shoved me. Things turned south from there, and after our noses and knuckles were bloody I threw a vase at him, breaking his jaw. That was the last time we had together..." Galadir held composure, but an occasional tear broke through his stony visage. "He was deployed. He was killed. I didn't know, and regretted my actions. I was going to apologize next time we met, but... that never happened. My last of 20 years in the academy was great. I developed the spell for a bound shield I can cast instantly, I killed a sea serpent on one of our expeditions, there is a slim chance that I fathered a child. When I got back, I learned the news. My brother and my father both were dead. My father had his throat slit when walking one night. After a few weeks of mourning, I collected all that I had and set off for Cyrodiil. There wasn't much left for me on the Isles."