Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150409213922/@comment-5543592-20150411203839

"I wanted to study magic, but they wanted me to become a soldier." He looked down at her hand and rubbed his thumb across her knuckles. "And they aren't very... nice people.  I wasn't a person to them, I was more of a trophy.  They tried several things with me.  I almost got married off once.  But, anyway, they could care less about me, as they had my two older brothers, who both, coincidentally, became soldiers.  They're both dead now, probably in some stupid war for a king's vanity." He looked away and pursed his lips, like the memory was foul. "I got a letter, maybe nine, ten years ago.  My father told me about their deaths.  He wanted 'shape me up,'"  Dacian did a mock of what supposedly was his father's voice, "and 'make me into a man.'  I wrote him back a very polite, fuck you." Dacian scruntched up his nose in anger. "Anyway, he or mother, I don't know which, sent some of their people to come and get me.  By then I was already an outcast at Winterhold, so I hid in the wild." He sat down on the bed next to her, and stared down at his hands.

"I'd studied lichdom, I was always interested on getting power through magic, just like the ancients, and lichdom seemed the best way."