Katastrophe
King of Tales
This shall be a rough translation of my real life into Skyrim terms.
My father is the son of a miner (ex-Imperial Navy officer during the Great War) and a teacher, both of whom have since retired, though my grandmother earns a few more septims by watching the town children or aiding in the local market square. My grandfather just stays at home, living off the remnants of his military pension. My mother was born from an alchemist mother and a sort of entrepreneur father... but he really just works and runs the odd business. He makes most of his money repairing local carriages and some farming equipment, but it's far from regular business. That grandmother has since retired.
I was born young. Both of my parents became drunks at a young age - the occasional bits of moon sugar here and there to get them buy. After I was born and they tried to make it on their own, they needed money. A local Redguard man got them into the Skooma trade - often trading the drug for food rather then coin. It wasn't long before they were caught and arrested and I was readied to be put into Honorhall. At the last moment, my mom's parents spoke up and raised me themselves. I spent a good bit of time at my father's parent's as well, but the older I grew, the less I visited them.
At present, I work in the markets and spend my evenings after work at tavern with my fellow workers. On my days off, I usually roam around the outskirts of town, reading books if not penning my own. It's something I aspire to do, but something I often struggle with. In my youth, I took up the art of fencing - mostly for self-protection. Thankfully, I haven't had much use for it. I also practice archery in my spare time, but it's rare I go hunting. Perhaps I'll save enough to afford a proper hunt that will turn me a profit...
My father is the son of a miner (ex-Imperial Navy officer during the Great War) and a teacher, both of whom have since retired, though my grandmother earns a few more septims by watching the town children or aiding in the local market square. My grandfather just stays at home, living off the remnants of his military pension. My mother was born from an alchemist mother and a sort of entrepreneur father... but he really just works and runs the odd business. He makes most of his money repairing local carriages and some farming equipment, but it's far from regular business. That grandmother has since retired.
I was born young. Both of my parents became drunks at a young age - the occasional bits of moon sugar here and there to get them buy. After I was born and they tried to make it on their own, they needed money. A local Redguard man got them into the Skooma trade - often trading the drug for food rather then coin. It wasn't long before they were caught and arrested and I was readied to be put into Honorhall. At the last moment, my mom's parents spoke up and raised me themselves. I spent a good bit of time at my father's parent's as well, but the older I grew, the less I visited them.
At present, I work in the markets and spend my evenings after work at tavern with my fellow workers. On my days off, I usually roam around the outskirts of town, reading books if not penning my own. It's something I aspire to do, but something I often struggle with. In my youth, I took up the art of fencing - mostly for self-protection. Thankfully, I haven't had much use for it. I also practice archery in my spare time, but it's rare I go hunting. Perhaps I'll save enough to afford a proper hunt that will turn me a profit...
