Wolfox

You wish to know about me? What for? Are you genuinly interested? Or do you wish to know with what kind of freak you're dealing? Regardless. My name is Lusus. Lusus Naturae to be specific. It means Freak Of Nature. accurate for me person like me. Allow me to explain. Most people are born into this world, I was summoned. See, some necromancer had found a way to bind a Daedra to a human body. He wished to use this to create an army to take over the empire. With pride I can say that I managed to stop that plan, and that while only an infant.What he did was take a dead child and a deadra heart, offer them in a fusion type ritual and manage to catch a Dremora soul from Oblivion to give it power. This went wrong, however. He instead managed to create new life, but no Dremora soldier. a man with the heart of a Daedra... You can guess what this has to do with me, right? That lifeless child turned into me. Right after the ritual he was killed. This was my luck, as he was going to kill me to try the ritual again. The person who killed him was an Orcish adventurer. He took me to his home, where he and his wife, a strong Nord warrior, accepted and raised me as their own. They asked me how I got there, and I explained what had happened. Their daughter had overheard and called me "Freaky, but in a good way". This lead to me calling myself Lusus Naturae, with Lusus serving as my first name. I lived a good life there. Mother and Father are easily some of the best people in Tamriel. But not all was well. Word of a War in Skyrim reached our home by a couple of Soldiers calling themselves "Stormcloaks" came to ask for my mothers aid in the war. My mother refused, as she had no interest in being seperated from her family just to condem Skyrim. And there was the fact that she was pregnant, as well. The soldiers didn't take that news lightly, telling Mother she was not a true daughter of Skyrim. But when they saw Father and me... all hell broke loose. They weren't exactly fond of Orc's, so you can fill in the blanks there, I think. The soldier began flinging insults at Mother and Father, which eventually led to Father literally tossing them out. This didn't sit well with them and they attacked out house. Mother, Father and me were able to hold them off long enough for guards to take them away. all of us were unharmed, untill one of the soldiers kicked Mother in the stomach. The unborn child payed the ultimate price for their rude behavior... Mother was burning with anger, almost literally. The guards took them away, where they were sentanced to death for robbing a woman of anunborn child. Mother had requested to serve as Headsman for the execution, which she was allowed. But this put a traget on our backs. Later at diner I talked about going to Skyrim to help the Empire fight off the Stormcloaks. Not only for the Empire, but to avenge my unborn brother/sister. At first mother and father were worried about me, but my Sister said that there was nothing to worry about. They saw me off to a cariage that would take me right to Solitude, the Capital of Skyrim. Little did I know the carriage was illegally transporting me. This led to a rough first run-in with the Empire. But I'm no less determined to help the Imperial Legion and free Skyrim of this war. But the true reason I'm fighting is so that Mother, Father and Sister don't have to. In other words, I fight for those who took in the freak with a Daedric heart.