Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28739571-20170318204831/@comment-34628122-20180208164216

Name: Jireeza (Or Ji'reeza)

Age: 21 (At the time of the events of Helgen)

Race: Khajit

Class: None, jack of all trades.

Jireeza's father was the founder and leader of a group of Khajit warriors in Elsweyr who helped ordinary people. He became rich from this, and the warrior group was very reputable. The mane commended them for their efforts. However, the Renjira Krin took notice and thought that Khajit would join the warrior group instead of the Renjira Krin. They assassinated various members of the group, and also, they assassinated Jireeza's mother. Jireeza's father, devastated, decicded that they had to flee. He faked his own death and fled to Skyrim with his sons.

They joined up with a Khajit caravan who didn't know about the warrior group, since the Khajit in the caravan had been away from Elsweyr for so long. Jireeza's father later became the caravan leader, and in his spare time, he taught his sons the art of combat. By the age of 19, Jireeza was a skilled warrior. One day, the caravan was venturing through, despite Jireeza's reluctance, the Reach. The caravan was ambushed by a group of Forsworn warriors. The Forsworn killed the surprised caravan guards. Jireeza fought off the Forsworn bravely. However, a Forsworn warrior hit Jireeza in the head. Jireeza killed the Forsworn who attacked him, but stumbled around, dazed. When he regained his senses, he saw his brother and father being killed by the Forsworn. In a fit of rage, Jireeza slaughtered the Forsworn, except the leader of the group. The Forsworn leader ran at Jireeza, but Jireeza grabbed his father's sword and slashed the Forsworn's chest. The Forsworn reeled back in pain, and Jireeza calmly walked towards the man and stabbed him. He looked at what he had done, and felt no remorse for those filthy Forsworn. He had avenged his father and brother. He grabbed his brother's lucky pendant and his father's sword and ventured out. He later became a sellsword, and gained a high reputation as a reliable and skilled sellsword. Because of his reputation, the guards let him in to towns, unlike other Khajit. On the eve of his 22nd birthday, he started to venture off to Cyrodill, hoping to gain money in the heart of the Empire. When he reached the border, he was caught in an ambush on the Stormcloaks by Imperial soldiers. They grouped Jireeza into it, even though he had nothing to do with it. While his hands were being bound, the leader of the assault, an Imperial Legate, said to Jireeza: "Filthy cat. Helping the Stormcloaks, are you? Well, when you're dead, I'll be sure to make a nice rug out of you." Jireeza wanted to rip the man apart, but he stayed silent. He was put on a wagon to Helgen, along with the Stormcloaks. One of the Stormcloaks was kind to him, and didn't believe the stereotypes. Jireeza appreciated it. He fell asleep after, and when he woke up, he was near Helgen. As he was being walked to the chopping block, a Thalmor asked: "How many gods are there, cat?" "Jireeza believes there are nine." said Jireeza. "Talos is a man, not a god. Only heretics worship a man. And so, you will die a heretic's death." said the Thalmor. As Jireeza waited for his life to end, suddenly, a huge dragon arrived. It destroyed most of the town, while Jireeza scrambled away from the guillotine. The Stormcloaks and Imperials offered him assistance, but he preferred not to go with the people who wanted to behead him. He escaped Helgen with the Stormcloaks, along with the kind Stormcloak from the wagon. He ventured out in to the world, once again.