Player: Jon Race: Altmer Gender: Female Link: Google Sheet
You have vague memories of living in a city with a young woman and man, but for most of your childhood you lived in a small home on the edge of a densely forested area. There the elderly man that you called "grandfather" performed his duties as the unofficial warden of the forest, and the old warlock to the nearby people. Your supposed grandfather was really much too old for that to be his true relationship to you, but he did care for you with a tenderness that was at odds with his otherwise gruff exterior. Your early years are recalled as an endless stream of days spent out of doors, wearing only loose clothing or the simple robe that your grandfather favored. He taught you about various forms of magicka, archery, and hand to hand combat. He even taught you to speak some words of Daedric. And when there were no warding duties for him to perform, there was always tending to the forest animals, your grandfather had mastered survival and how to speak with the animals, and insisted that you do the same. He was often required to deal with some forest predator that had been causing local problems, or with bands of brigands passing through the area, and you were proud whenever you were able to help.
It was just such an outlaw band that caused the combat wound that was ultimately fatal to your grandfather. You and he were able to return to his home, and at first he tried to act as if this were just another scratch, to be allowed to naturally heal. But finally even he faced the inevitability of his age and accumulated injuries, and he gave you careful instructions concerning the disposition of his possessions. He also told you to go to a temple of Hermaeus Mora being run by an old friend of his, to continue your growth, sustain your training and allow you to continue honing your ability to conjure daedra. A few days later, your grandfather died with the quiet dignity that he had always displayed. You were distraught at the loss of the only friend and family that you had ever had, but you packed your few belongings and traveled to the temple, honoring your grandfather's request.
Morna Gaeor, the chief priestess of the temple, was an older woman, but she was much younger than your grandfather had been. You shared your sorrow with her for your recent loss. Then you agreed with her that, besides general body training such as hand-to-hand and light armor, you would focus heavily on the set of courses dealing with conjuration and destruction magic. To pay for your training, you used your forestry skills to regularly gather supplies for the temple.
Some years later, on a day that seemed like any other, you had just returned from collecting food when the chief priestess came to see you. She told you that she received a message that an Imperial coach was ambushed at a location close to the temple, and that important people and material needed to be recovered. You allowed yourself an hour to perform your grandfather's favorite meditation exercises, and left on this new mission both refreshed and with some insight concerning where to search for the robbers. Your meditations bore fruit at dusk, as you quietly approached an encampment approximately where you had expected it to be. Throughout the night you gradually stalked and subdued the camp guard, but then you had to kill all of the other outlaws because they resisted capture. You were abashed to return to the temple shortly after breakfast with only one captive, a maidservant, and a mundane chest of government documents.
However, when the Imperial representative arrived to claim your results, she sought you out to congratulate you on a most successful mission. Although you never knew for certain whether the maidservant or some of the documents somehow had importance, you were not surprised when you later received a most interesting letter from the Imperial Palace, simply inviting you to the palace on urgent business. You left the temple soon after for the Imperial City. There you met Emperor Uriel Septim VII who quickly took a liking to you. He often would ask you to find things for him (secrets, treasures, or information) but usually kept you out of politics. One night you received a formal letter from the Emperor asking you to come at once for an urgent matter for your ears only.