Some background: I have played the same character in every ES game since ES:Arena. That character is an Ohmes-Raht Khajiit, so I have had to mod the race into every game since Daggerfall. I was not planning on playing it in ESO since I can't mod in the race, but then I noticed one of the devs included my specific Ohmes face markings in with the Bosmer face markings so I decided to play my character again (as a Bosmer that I call an Ohmes Khajiit). So I recently decided to try some RP in ESO and I made a short(ish) background for my character which explains why she has no tail, etc.

I was thinking it might be helpful to run it by some of you who are more knowledgable about lore than I just to see if there are any especially egregious errors in it before I trot it out to my RP group. Thanks in advance for taking the time to look at it

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(She speaks with the generic eastern european accent of a Khajiit, but does not share their aversion to personal pronouns)

In the foothills of the mountains which separate Elsweyr from the Valenwood there is a small village called Heimthor Mount. I think you have not heard of it, yes?
It is there I was born and there my mother died giving birth to me. On the night of my birth, the little moon Jone was waxing and Jode was dark, thus when I rose to walk on my two feet, I did so in the form of an Ohmes-Raht, a "man faced" Khajiit.

This was a source of much disappointment and shame for my father. My father was a master of the old art of Khajiiti claw-fighting, as were his sire and many gnerations of sires before them. He was much respected in the village. His greatest wish was that his child would carry on that tradition. He did try to train me, at first, but I have no fangs and so could not bite, and I have no claws and so could not rip. And so he gave up, and turned from me, refusing to look at me or speak my name. I lived like this for some time, with the help of the villagers who took pity on me. And I was sad, until I was no longer sad, and then I was angry, until I was no longer angry, and then I was very, very angry.

And so the day came, I think in my 10th year or so, when I barged into his training hall and I hit him as hard as I could with this..

(holds up a gloved fist)

A closed fist, like a man or a mer would use. The gravest insult I could think of. He knocked me to the ground with ease of course.

He stood over me, showing his fangs and claws, but he was looking at me, he SAW me, and it felt wonderful! "I AM THE BLOOD OF YOUR BLOOD!" I screamed joyfully. "YOU MUST ACCEPT THIS ONE AS I AM!" Then the fire in my blood turned to ice as I saw him begin to laugh softly, his eyes cold and empty. "If the Mane himself were to come to this one's door and choose you personally to join his private guard. Still would this one tell no other that you are his child."

My fear left me as my rage returned, and I attacked him as fiercely as I could. I still remember the ease with which he side stepped my attack, grabbed me by the tail and lifted me in the air. And then the pain as he bit..

(her voice breaks slightly as she looks down, and then she looks back up again, her eyes fierce)

He bit my tail off.

He threw me bleeding into the street, and he bade me run, like prey. Go live in the trees with the Men and the Mer. Forget about him and forget about the home where I would never belong.
And so I did. I ran and hid, and stole, and killed when I had to. And eventually I came to Vukhel Guard, where my feet became set upon a path which led me through many adventures and eventually to the Dark Brotherhood, where at last I found a reason to live. The hunt.

I am Khajiit. I have no fangs, but (she plucks at the string of the bow slung upon her back) I can bite, and I have no claws, but (she lays her hand on the hilt of the dagger at her hip) I can rip. The hunt is all. It matters not whether you hunt for coin, blood, or justice, you must hone your skills. Because those who are not hunters, they are prey, yes? And I will never be prey.