Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24560300-20140218194835/@comment-25619972-20141104193358

Your Name: Aurik'r

Your Race: Khajiit

Your Kingdom: 

Your Occupation: Dragon Hunter / Dragonborn Adventurer

Your Background Story: ''I was just a cublet when I washed up upon Skyrim. I hadn't had any parents, after the assassination, and hadn't yet learned to talk yet. I was raised by a woman, a Nord in Riverwood. She was so kind and gentle, and so, I grew up into a strong lad. At the age of 12, I had started gettin' the racial insults and smart remarks, especially from the guards and the other kids. When I was 18, a dragon had attacked the town, everything burning in massive flames. I had tried to stop it, but one man cannot fight a dragon without help. I swiped the dragon with my sword, but he just slashed my arm, and I passed out. When I woke up, I was being lifted in a carrige, by a stranger Khajiit. We had gotten along, talked, 'n' everything, 'till another stranger hopped aboard, and something felt strange 'bout this stranger...''