I was on my way to Whiterun, the home of the companions. It was my dream to join them, and fight. I left my family in Cyrodil to follow my dreams, to finally realize my true purpose in life.
My mother was a priestess of Kynareth, and was in charge of the temple. My father was the head of the town guard. It was because of them I had become a ranger. I had both the knowledge of healing and battle.
My father didn't want me to leave, but I knew that if I stayed, I would end up working at the temple. Its not like I didn't like helping people, but temple duties were so... Plain. I knew my life was meant for something bigger.... Something more thrilling. And so I headed off to Jorraskr, where I could make my new life.
Skyrim is a land that cannot be tamed, but I can finally embrace my true wild spirit. And with each step I take, I am slowly achieving towards freedom.
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