| My character is one of funny origins. I first started playing a while ago, but as those of us with any kind of Se- Adult life, it is rather hard to just sit in one spot for more than an hour in a given time period. With a kid, a wife, a dog, and myself (whom I pay the least attention and give the least care to) I found it extreamly difficult advancing through the levels of Morrowind. Remember now, im on Xbox, I dont have things as good as you PCer's. Well the character I own now started out with a humorous little name I picked up from a television show I was watching with my kid (Code Name: Kids Next Door) and it is simply "Nigel" I thought to myself, "Why waste time thinking about a name when you know you're just gonna delete him in a week, Marc you dummy." Well then I stuck with the name, then I had the duty of picking my Race. My child devoutly insisted that I pick the Dark Elf, so after much persuasion (I told him I'd be a Dark Elf if he got me a glass of juice from the fridge, he complied and so did I) I chose Dark Elf. Then I mosey' on down to the Census office to speak with the fellow who has the amazingly sqeaky voice. I didnt really want to waste time creating a custom hybrid class of a little bit of everything in it, so I just looked at the list. Spellsword stole my interest and thus became my class. My sign was that of the Lady, just for that little bit of personality and endurance. Well I didnt really seriously play, just experimenting with Magicka and Enchanting. Finally I found the willpower to actually complete a game before my son took over the game system completely. Soon as I knew it, I was already level 20, and halfway done with the Main Quest. I thought to myself now, HMM! I wish I had picked a better name then Nigel. But all in all, besides the weird name and lack of custom class I am now satisfied with my Level 44 Dark Elf, Spellcaster Class who goes by the name of Nigel.
Amen
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What a wonderous love it is
To bind two souls in faith,
Chained completely together
With never a false word,
Weal and woe, wish and real,
Woven each together
From first kiss to last breath
First and last whispered in love
Ashland Hymn
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