Wolfox

Hey, you there. Wait up! I need to speak to you. *he catches his breath* You, overpaid at the Inn. I was send to return the gold. Hmm? You want to know about my past? How I became a friendly but scary looking Orc? Well, I was born like I am. But if you wish. My name is Aoi Seishin. It means Blue Spirit. I was named this way because I my skin look like a gray-ish blue and I have blue eyes.

I was born in one of the Strongholds here in Skyrim. I grew up a regular Orcish child. SO not much to tell there. Around my 15th birthday I got taken. I don't exactly know where, but when I woke up I was in a cell. A man looked down at me. He told me I was his new Pit Fighter. If I won, I got to eat. If I lost I should be happy if I got to fight again, with this he meant I could get killed. My first match was a year later. I had been imprisoned againt my will for a year, training for this match. Hoping I could escape somehow. My match was against the current Champion. An adult Nord who had not only killed, but eaten all of his opponents so far. When the gates opened and we got to choose weapons, things could not get too much worse. He picked his favored Great Sword. I only had a couple of old rusty regular swords. I have no idea how, but I managed to win. I recall punching him out cold, but not much else. The crowd was surprised and displeased. Even more so when they noticed I wouldn't kill my opponent. They started throwing things at me, including a single dagger that the guards didn't notice. I picked that up and hit ir in my sleeve, waiting for the right moment. At that point the Nord stood back up and cursed me out, saying he would have his refenge. Little did all of them know I would be gone before they would know abotu it. That night, when the last guard went to sleep, I whipped out the dagger and broke the lock of my sell with it, allowing me to escape. When I got outside I asked about my Stronghold. I was told thay it was in the northern direction of where we were. For the next day I could only run. no looking back, no resting. I simply ran home. When I reached the gates the guards instantly let me in, welcoming me home. The first thing I did was find my Mother. When I did I held her in my arms, crying like a newborn. After a day of rest I told the Chief what had happened. He decided it was time to increase the defeces to make sure it didn't happen again. A month later, the men from the Pit wished to take me back. We all refused and stood our ground. Our Stronghold knew no casulties in this battle, but we were getting tired. So our chief and their leader made a deal. One match, one fighter from each side. Would we win, they would not srugle and turn themselve in to the guards. If they won, we would all become Pit Fighters and smith's for the Pit. Our strongest was to go against the Nord I had beaten once before. Each had a month to prepare. All went well, but one weak before the match out Champion got injured. While he was training one of their men cut of his right hand. The guard took the intruder out. I offered to take his place and fight for our Stronghold. Both Moother and the Chief aggred I would be our best bet from here, and gave me a quick weeks amount of training. Right before the match, Mother gave me a couple of Swords. I knew now that there was no was in Oblivion I could lose. I entered the Arena we set out for our battle, I saw that the Nord had, yet again, picked up his favorite weapon. The fight was quicker this time. WHile he had been training to specifically take on Orc's, I had also become stronger, and I remembered how he fights. I managed to disarm him, officially winning the match. Or at least so I thought. Turns out that wasn't the case as he jumped me and stabbed me in the shoulder, my dominant one too. He picked up his weapon again and rstarted the fight.It wasn;t easy, but I managed to get past the pain and disarm him a second time, this time stabbing him in his hands to make sure he wouldn't get up again. But he did, trying the same trick again. But I was prepared. I turned around and stabbed him right through the chest, ending the mans life. It didn;t feel good, but it had to be done. Our guards and warriors escored our friends to the nearest guard post while I sat there thinking of what I had done. Mother was proud that I did the unthinkable and saved the Stronghold doing so. I was branded a Hero, but I felt wrong. I ended his life... *he creates a fist as if angry at himself* I was never allowed to take anothers life. Not even his. 24 years later it still gnawed on me. Even though the Stronghold and the hold it was located in had created a strong unity with eachother because of me, I still could not let the feeling that I had robbed someone of their life go. I talked it up with Mother and the Chief, and decided I should roam Skyrim for a bit. Perhaps that could set my mind at ease. One way or another, I grabbed my stuff and after a tearfull goodbye with my mother and Newborn sister, I left ro hind redemption for my actions. And that's pretty much it. I'm now looking for closure on this. Anyway, I should go, something tells me we both have quite a way ahead of us.

*happy humming* Hmm? Who are you? How did you sneak up on me? Who do your work for? Huh? You just want to ask me a few things? *looks around* Alright, but no funny buisnes, got it? Well, what do you want to know? Who I am and how I got here, simple enough. Name's Lyn. Bosmer Archer. Well, half Bosmer. See, My father was a Wood Elf. And my mother an Orc. I grew up with the tribe of my Mother, Father used to visit from time to time but that stopped when I was about 5 or 6 years old. Life with the tribe was a good life. The other kids used to make fun of me a bit for not being a full Orc, but that grew out of most of them before too long. One kid didn't grow out of it untill I saved his life though... *She smiles* Fun story. He always told me I could never be a true Hunter for the tribe, as I wasnt strong enough. He wasn't completely wrong, I was not as strong as the others. But I was quick, crafty, and good with a bow. This allowed be to become a tribe hunter at the age of 16, I think about 15 years ago tomorrow, actually.  Or at least I think... Ah, somewhere this week. Anyway, I was the youngest hunter the tribe has had, two years younger than the normal age of allowance. I got there by killing a bear that was attacking the camp while the hunters were out hunting. When hunting, I didn't do things like the other hunters. I usually sat in the trees and provided arrow support when required. I did the same with the Training for warriors and hunters. Most felt save knowing they had someone looking out for them. But that one boy didn't. One day he decided he should try to kill a bear himself, the divine couldn't know what was going on with him when he thought that. Anyway, when we noticed he was gone all hunters were instructed on finding him. I found him, alive but injured, and chased by a bear. I shot an arrow at the beast, but couldn't get it's attention before it swung as Kay-Lar (the boy). He was hit on the arm and flung againt a tree. I managed to shoot the bear in it's eyes before it could deal another blow, after that I jumped onto the bear and stabbed it's heart with my old dagger. When we returned he was scolded by the tribe leaders, and later by his parents. I didn't get off without a hitch myself. see this scar under my left eye? that's where I got it from. Anyway, Kay-Lar never called me a dumb half-ling ever again. Mother was proud of me, but scolded me for trying to take on a bear alone like that. Can't fault her for that. Two years passed, and the tribe was attacked. See, a couple of "Heroes" saw me, a Wood Elven Girl with a scar under her eye, in an Orcish camp. Instead of doing the sencible thing and ask if I was okay, they decided I needed help and started attacking the camp. The tribe faught back, trying to explain that I was part of the tribe. but those stubborn idiots didn't listen to a word anyone said. They... killed them all. Mother was the last to go. They say few things are as scary as an Orc with an Axe. Well, Mom is the scariest when wielding an Axe. or... was. *a tear rolls across her cheeck, right through the Scar* After those idiots were done "saving me" they decided they required a reward. I plainly told them to march to Oblivion for killing my friends and family. They didn't understand, or didn't want to understand, and pushed me to give them a reward. When I told them no... they decided to just take their reward. I won;t go into detail about it... all I'll say is that I was no longer pure after that day... *more tears roll over her face* But I got back at them. I tracked them, and killed them. Most of them with an arrow to the throat, but their leader deserved something special. So I tied him up, cut of his, you know, and squashed his heart. Maybe I went a bit too far, but they took advantage of me after they killed my people. After that day I traveled with a Kajiit Caravan for a while. 5 years I think. Cities didn't trust them, but they would trust me. In exchange for me trying to sell some things in the city they would train me a bit in the stealthy arts. While they weren't thieves, they had the skills to be if they wanted. They were lated put in jail for the dealing of Skooma. I managed to escape, but only barely. a couple of years later and I reach Skyrim. I made a living, if you can even call it that, by hunting and selling my game. ocasionally I would do some Bounty Hunting, if I was desperate enough. I lived like that in The Rift for I think 7 to 9 or so years. One day, when I went to Riften to sell some of my Game, a man named Brynjolf walked up to me. He has a two man job to do but lacked a man. He offered me a decent amount of septims for it, so I took the chance. All went well with the Job and he asked me to the Ragged Flagon. A few days later and I'm a full member of the Thieves Guild. while some only care about how much money I make them, a couple of people there, like Sapphire and Rune, really cared for me. Patching me up when things went wrong, offering a shoulder to cry on about my past and allowing me to be happy again. *she smiles* While in Riften I also managed to track down and shut down a Skooma dealer, which lead to the Jarl dubbing me Thane of the Rift. I now have the turst of the Jarl and a home in Riften. Quite useful for a little Thief, don't you think? *she winks* Anywho, I've been here for a bit too long, I have a job to do. A high client wishes to see me, so I shouldn't keep her waiting.