Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160907220147/@comment-27025277-20160909012701

"An accurate two word summary, but there's definitely more to it than that."Jared stated.

"See, it was not just a beast attack like so many before. Thing was I was a child. Nine years old in fact. It was a sabrecat beast. We were nomadic outsiders. Back when there was still idiocy of men and mer to think they could just roam the wilds. Myrdana was fairly young, but an elite beast slayer nonetheless. Our 'lookout' had been consumed before we could get any type of warning. It was of course the dead of night and we were bedded for the night.

The cat spared nothing and we were nearly obliterated as a tribe. My parents died trying to save me. My left arm and right leg had succumbed to a fate quite like Ran'Jinro's. Myrdana and her crew killed the beast.

It was then I met Myrdana. I, a bloody mess, cried in the night in the middle of the deceased remains of everyone I had ever knew and loved. She found me and saved my life. Her leader told her to leave me be, but she insisted that she kept me. After all I was an orphan now.

An old Argonian friend of hers, may his soul rest in peace, Shaizir, made me these prosthetics and as I got older taught me to fix and or recreate them. Myrdana insisted I only be a Scout, but I insisted on being a beast slayer. Call it vengeance or call me a mother's boy, but I wanted to be just like Myrdana."