Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141115154304/@comment-24148289-20141115233949

Over in Dawnstar...

"Haema, it's not happening!" a male voice shouted.

"What do you mean it's not happening, you're just gonna get me pregnant and leave?" a female yelled back.

"No! Not at all! I mean...surely there's a way to kill it?"

"You sicken me...you really do..."

"Well we can't afford it, what do you expect us to do!"

"Why, the fuck, would you even think about killing a baby that you were involved in!"

"We were both pissed out of our fucking minds, you even said before that you're not ready to have a baby yet!"

"Yeah, but when you've actually got it, as part of your body, you feel like a mother."

"Well you're not going to be a mother for much longer, cuz that part of your body is going"

"Oh you're just like your father!"

The male stood in silence, as if he was remembering his childhood.

"Take it back" he mumbled.

"No, you know you're just like your father, and you know what, you can fu-"

She was stopped as the male walked closer and punched her in rage. She fell back and her head hit the corner of the wooden table. She then turned and landed on her front, as a pool of blood emerged from her nose after she was hit. The man stood, but he wasn't upset with what he did. He was still enraged, he went to go grab the nearest knife from the drawer but he was stopped when there was a knock on the door. He walked over to the door and answered. An old, female Imperial was at the door. The first thing she saw was the female on a pool of blood. She then saw the open drawer of cutlery, taking it as if the man had murdered the woman with a knife. She was half right, but she looked up to the male, who stared at her. After a few seconds of silence, the old Imperial started to walk quite fast, calling for the guards. With that, the male dashed off upstairs to grab his items, knowing he was in the shit if he was caught. He grabbed his armour and weapons and dashed off into the snow as a crowd assembled around the house.

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Name: Valens Fire-Eye

Race: Nord

Gender: Male

Age: Late 20's-Early 30's

Appearance: Black Mohawk and long Black beard. Eyes are purely white.

Weapons: Iron War Axe

Attire: Banded Iron Armour, Iron Gauntlets and Iron Boots. Banded Iron Shield.

Resistances: Intimidation

Weaknesses: Short temper and that can affect him in battles.

Bio/Backstory: Valens was brought up by his Mother. His Father had fucked off a few days before he was born, couldn't   take the pressure 'of being a father'. His Mother had brought him up very well, he was very intelligent and strong, but was also very polite and every child in Dawnstar was friends with him. Including Haema, his future wife. But when his mother caught Rattles, everything she did made her tired and she eventually had to stay in bed for her last few days, being awake for a total of around half an hour everyday. All that time, Valens was right by her side. He refused to believe she was gone when she wouldn't wake up after three days, even though she hadn't been breathing for two of them. But he had to live with it. His mother's death is what gave him such a short temper. He got over the depression, but his fuse is let off very easily. He is currently hiking the roads of Skyrim, escaping Dawnstar.