User blog:NotXigris/Character Backstory

Come on! I know you made up one! Anyone that says they haven't is a freakin' liar... Or has a life. Either way, I think that it's fun to think about these things anyway! Go ahead and read this if you like, but I know you got one you'd like to tell, so put yours in the comments section.

Maxinal Ra’zhar

Race: Khajiit Class: Thief/Rouge Birthsign: Steed

Born in a small market based city in Imperial influenced Elsweyr, he was raised to a young age by his father Ra’zhar, a struggling Saltrice merchant. Maxinal does not remember nearly any of his life in Elsweyr other than his father’s name, the Khajiiti customs, the Saltrice fields, and his father’s blatant dislike of the foreign Imperial occupiers. Much of his young life is only remembered in fragments by him, and often times, it’s too painful for him look past the traumatic events that would follow.

He was only a young cub when a group of Imperial slave drivers came by, looking for any children that wandered too away from the prying public eye. The slave trade in those parts often involve a sort of “breaking” process, as one would do with wild stallions. He was whipped and beaten, and starved until he obeyed every word he was told, out of fear. Eventually when he was sold into the service of a certain Leyawiin local baron by the name of Lucret Varo, who was looking for a strong slave to work the wheat fields at his estate, and other work that might need doing, which was illegal in Cyrodiil at the time... But the Baron could not care less. After several years of relentless manual labor, Lord Varo grew fond of his new workers humble attitude, when in reality he was suffering this torment in silence. When Lord Varo asked his name, the Khajiit said that he couldn’t quite remember, as it had been stripped from him. Baron Varo gave a solemn smile and a hearty laugh and said, “You are a servant fit for an Imperial! It would only be right to give you an Imperial name!... Yes... Maxinal seems to fit those broad shoulders, I would think!”. As it turned out, the Baron’s daughter noticed his shoulders as well... Among other things. For years later, Maxinal became more of his valet, though he still worked in the wheat fields, he also took almost personal care of the Baron, serving him his drinks, and bringing him his parchments and ink, and other such things. The Baron thought that they had a subtle respect for eachother... But Maxinal looked at the smug, fat man in silence, and felt nothing but hate.

Over the years, Maxinal had become the Barons favorite “servant” in his estate, he even went as far, as to give him his own quarters, and have him manage the other slaves. He did nothing of the sort. However, people who knew the Baron, such as his wife, business partners, and even some of the other slaves thought he was giving Maxinal unfair treatment, as if to say, he had gone soft. When Baron Varo heard this, it hurt his pride, and he felt that even reputation was at stake. Then rumors got around of his daughter allegedly  “fooling around with that Khajiit boy of yours”, which is quite unorthodox in those social groups, as you could imagine. So the Baron had him whipped, and clubbed, and beaten until the flesh tore from his back. That’s when Maxinal reached his breaking point, and could bear this no more. So late that night, while the Baron was in his usual drunken state, Maxinal bent over, and gashed out his throat with a rusty cleaver.

He knew he had to run. He knew it would not be long at until the guards found Lord Varo drowning in a pool of Cyrodiilic Brandy and his own blood. So he ran. He ran as far as he could into the forest, and hid in the deepest parts he could find. It would just to happen that he would run across a bandit camp at that time, but apparently, not just any bandits. He ran right into an outpost of the dying Renrijra Krin organization. Usually, they would take his money or anything that he had right there, but he was tired, beaten, lost, and covered in blood. So, naturally they wanted to hear his story. Once he had told him all he was comfortable with, they saw this as a perfect chance to recruit him to their anti-Imperialist movement. Of course, to be in an anti-imperial movement, it’s best not to have an imperial name, and Maxinal was smart enough to know this. When they asked for his name, he simply said the first name that came to mind “Maxinal... Ra’zhar.”. “Well which one is it?” they replied. Maxinal thought about it for a brief second “Uh... Both of them.”. This got a good laugh out of the bandits and that’s been his name ever since. From the bandits there, he learned the skill of stealth, using his born agility to its full potential. But it was there that Maxinal learn the true art of the blade, from an old Khajiit known as Wadargo, who reluctantly became his mentor.

<span style="font-size: 15px; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Over the next years he had pulled of many heists, and guerrilla operations successfully, and had become a very experienced fighter perfecting combat skills such as unarmed fighting and archery. But after several highway jobs, and several women and children on Maxinal’s guilty conscience, he finally got tired of it, and snuck out to do more freelance work.

<p style="text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 15px; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Nowadays, he travels. Working with the Theive’s guild to get by, some mercenary work, and makes for a very deadly assassin. He’s done work in Morrowind, seen good parts of Hammerfell, and even a escort contract in Black Marsh. He has seen many things, but keeps them to himself. Most recently he’s done some guard work for a caravan headed to Skyrim, and decided to see the sights there. He just hopes that it wasn’t a mistake.

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