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Zahnerri
Legacy Name: Zahnerri
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PieAge: 11 years, 5 months, 3 weeks
Born: October 30th, 2012
Adopted: 11 years, 5 months, 3 weeks ago
Adopted: October 30th, 2012
Statistics
- Level: 1
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 12
- HP: 10/12
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
Zahnerri was born in a remote Khajiiti fishing village (Kwitfaar) in the northern most parts of Elsweyr, a snowy mountainous region bordering Skyrim's south-western border. She displayed rather destructive tendencies from a very young age, and her clan channelled her energy by putting her to work hunting as soon as she was strong enough to draw a bow. Consequently, by her 15th birthday she was an expert marksman and tracker who had a strong affinity for nature. She also had a cleverly manipulative quality about her, and she was not afraid to pursue her desires. Which was just as well, because her desires were many.
Although having the relaxed demeanour of a khajiit, Zahnerri was internally restless. She craved adventure, and took great thrill in the hunt. In her dreams she would feel the rush of flying high above the ground on unseen wings, or sitting atop a luxurious throne where the mountains pierced the highest clouds, and it felt so undeniably right. In her nightmares, shadowy demon-like creatures of unfathomable strength scorched the earth with unrelenting ferocity, and she would be filled with a sense of sad inevitability. But what intrigued her most was when her dreams and nightmares collided, and it was she who took wing to shape the landscape with her fire, often waking up disoriented and oddly unfulfilled. Her Clan Mother dismissed it as youthful imagination, but the dreams were so frequent and vivid that Zahnerri knew there was more to it than that. By her 17th birthday, she had no doubt that her true calling was something far greater than her quiet village life. So when the village sister-clan's Caravan suddenly and mysteriously vanished, she immediately volunteered her tracking services to help locate them, and set off to find some answers. Although she searched for months she could find no trace of the caravan, and she knew picking up the trail would no longer be possible. But instead of turning back for home, she ventured into Skyrim. And, against all reason, the very first Nord village she came across was attacked by a mythical beast, who spoke words that lit the air ablaze. And as she gazed upon the creature through the billowing smoke, the creatures of her dream materialized before her -- not as shadowy demons, but as these very much real "dragons" of the north. She needed to learn more...
She spent months pursuing leads, befriending orcs and thieves and mages, and anyone she could manipulate to her own ends. She learned to speak words of power, she learned of the legends of the Dragonborn and, to her own disbelief, she absorbed a dragon's soul. Her childhood visions prompted her ever forward, and she met with the Greybeards. Finally, there was meaning to her dreams... She was the Dovahkiin, and the blood of dragons coursed through her veins.
(brief Zahnerri backstory written by
Shinka)
Although having the relaxed demeanour of a khajiit, Zahnerri was internally restless. She craved adventure, and took great thrill in the hunt. In her dreams she would feel the rush of flying high above the ground on unseen wings, or sitting atop a luxurious throne where the mountains pierced the highest clouds, and it felt so undeniably right. In her nightmares, shadowy demon-like creatures of unfathomable strength scorched the earth with unrelenting ferocity, and she would be filled with a sense of sad inevitability. But what intrigued her most was when her dreams and nightmares collided, and it was she who took wing to shape the landscape with her fire, often waking up disoriented and oddly unfulfilled. Her Clan Mother dismissed it as youthful imagination, but the dreams were so frequent and vivid that Zahnerri knew there was more to it than that. By her 17th birthday, she had no doubt that her true calling was something far greater than her quiet village life. So when the village sister-clan's Caravan suddenly and mysteriously vanished, she immediately volunteered her tracking services to help locate them, and set off to find some answers. Although she searched for months she could find no trace of the caravan, and she knew picking up the trail would no longer be possible. But instead of turning back for home, she ventured into Skyrim. And, against all reason, the very first Nord village she came across was attacked by a mythical beast, who spoke words that lit the air ablaze. And as she gazed upon the creature through the billowing smoke, the creatures of her dream materialized before her -- not as shadowy demons, but as these very much real "dragons" of the north. She needed to learn more...
She spent months pursuing leads, befriending orcs and thieves and mages, and anyone she could manipulate to her own ends. She learned to speak words of power, she learned of the legends of the Dragonborn and, to her own disbelief, she absorbed a dragon's soul. Her childhood visions prompted her ever forward, and she met with the Greybeards. Finally, there was meaning to her dreams... She was the Dovahkiin, and the blood of dragons coursed through her veins.
(brief Zahnerri backstory written by
Shinka)
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