meh, sorta not good with cross factioned races, runaway khajiit that escaped morrowind with Breton/orc/er you know slaves ended up in daggerfall with them? cant really give a reason if you pvp that youd be willing to fight against your own kind in ad unless you put that you were never raised in elsweyr. grown up as a slave then escaped and is repaying debt to covenant members? my ad character does mercenary work and settled in ad territory. any pvp I do I simply take it as mercenary work

Sheezabeast wrote: »

Ra'farahn-do was always good with his hands. He made swords sing, and axes cry out with blood lust. His claws always tinged a little red, either from the morning hunt, or his latest mark.

Ra'farahn-do grew up at an orphanage in Rawl-ka that was ran by a local Priest. While his swordplay took a back-burner to his studies with the Priest, his talents did not go unnoticed. The Priest approached him about becoming a Templar, and fighting with the power of light. Ra'farahn-do agreed, and thus is the legend you see before you today.

Ra'farahn-do likes sleeping in and staying out late, he has a few vices, one being his hidden shame of being a lycanthrope. The sheer exhilaration of the hunt and kill while in form was addicting. And it padded his pockets with loot to boot.

he is daggerfall covenant, he needs a reason why he settled down in that terrotory

aliyavana wrote: »

meh, sorta not good with cross factioned races, runaway khajiit that escaped morrowind with Breton/orc/er you know slaves ended up in daggerfall with them? cant really give a reason if you pvp that youd be willing to fight against your own kind in ad unless you put that you were never raised in elsweyr. grown up as a slave then escaped and is repaying debt to covenant members? my ad character does mercenary work and settled in ad territory. any pvp I do I simply take it as mercenary work

Rescued slave was the angle I was going for, perhaps by a Redguard Templar who took him in and trained him.

Ra'farahn-do never felt entirely comfortable with his life as a kitten yes. He showed little interest in yarn or pockets. His family were reassured though when he had no issues with warm sands or stabbing bandits in the back.

He could not shake the feeling that something it was not right no. He tried going fishing to please his friends but worms and salmon and wet gunny sacks just didn't make his whiskers tingle as they should.

One day he was watching some carpenters and one of them threw a stick. Before he knew it his heart was pounding, his head was swirling and he was pursuing that stick with a speed and enthusiasm he had never shown before.

He pounced and claimed the stick and strangely his tail began to wag of its own accord. It was then he noticed others looking on in fear and mistrust.

He left his home village. Travelled many roads seeking answers. Then one day in a little town called Mistral he saw a strange creature - caged and with a shining, wet nose. He approached the creature and looked it in the eyes. What he saw was himself.

Born a Khajiit but with the soul of a dog. Now he must seek those who can give him a body to match his soul.

In the meantime though - sticks!

Yours with paws
Santie Claws