| Name- Blite
Race- Dark Elf
Class-The Spartan Necromancer
Blites life began , however he doesnt remember how, no faces of mother or father come to mind when he thinks of childhood... honstely nor does childhood he just remembers being here, live for Blite started weird enough and just seemed to get worse he wandered into an off shore town and met a beautiful woman named Krystalis, he worked in the egg mines to pay board in the local keep and only thought of the next time he could see her, slowly but surely they fell inlove, her uncle Jusepie the Battlemage finally allowed Blite to come to his local farm he offered no pay but provided food abd bed for no cost as well as the arts of combat, Blite loved this arrangement he could see his beloved daily and take walks with her, picking whatever wild flowers they saw (Blite will not even acknowledge flowers anymore due to the next paragraph). Shortly after life was almost perfect, then evil struck, a barbarian village just north of the farm wanted to extend their kingdom and attacked the village where Blite had found a home . He fought thru the battle which was a horrid blood bath on the way to find his beloved he crossed paths with her dying uncle whom let blite know he must escape for all was lost . Blite asked about Krystalis but lying under the tree beside him was her lifeless body. Filled with hate Blite found trouble as soon as possible slaying anyone whom challenged or disrespected him or had something of value. Blite was then sent to jail where he met a man whom taught him all techniques of magic destruction and conjuration being the points of interest of Blite . Now he his free free after 10 years of study and hate Blite has reach Morrowind where he wants nohing more but to own every guild, kill every foe and take Dagoth Urs place as the most feared already the Grand Master of the Morag Tong he is well on his way for revenge and redemption with the souls of fallen enemies on his side he will descimate all who oppose him....
~!*Blite*!~  |