Dragonborn of Hogwarts

About Y/n Storm-Blade

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Name: Y/n Stormblade (adopted sibling of Ulfric)

Race: Nordic Neko (Khajit-Nord mix)

Age: 18

Eyes: slitted (e/c)

Hair: (h/c) (h/s)

Ears: nord AND (f/c) Khajit ears

Tail (Khajit): (f/c)

Height: 6'

Weight: 275lbs. (Solid muscle)

Misc. Features: retractable Khajit claws.

Skills: all are 100 and 7 times legendary. You have every perk.

Titles

Dragonborn
Champion of Mara
Champion of Dibella
Champion of Kyne
Champion of the 16
The Listener
Leader of the Thieves Guild
Stormcloak Hero
Thane of The 9 Holds.
Harbinger of The Companions
Arch-Mage of The College of Winterhold
Bards College Member

Diary Of Y/n Stormblade (unpublished)

I was an orphan who grew up in Cyrodil, I knew nothing of who or exactly what I was.

Raised in a cruel orphanage, I was left am in to the task of my own upbringing. I tried hard to be a good person. I did. But occasionally I had to steal food or coin to keep myself alive, clothed and fed. And occasionally I got into a fight with the other children of the Imperial City.

One day, an old, blind beggar with a cowl over his eyes and raggedy robes, on the streets of the Market District, whom I gave a large purse of coin to and a venison cheese sandwich I stole, thanked me, then grabbed my hand and told me the statement that would change my life forever.

"To find the answers of who your parents are, and who you are still destined to be... Go to the land of your birth... Go... To Skyrim."

After getting over the initial shock of hearing that, I figured, "Well its not like I will be missed here. And worst case scenario, I die. Not that anyone cares."

I stole supplies, and a dagger and went on my way.

The very instant I arrived in Skyrim, not even 60 or so paces, I ran into the man who I later became kin to, Ulfric Stormcloak, my friend Ralof, and a batch of Stormcloaks who were being taken in by the Imperial they had been at a Civil war with.
I was found and mistaken for being apart of the rebels.

Taken with the rebels, even with my friend-to-be, Hadvar declaring I wasnt part of the rebellion only to be ignored by a blood thirsty bitch of a captain, I was ultimately sent to the chopping block.

But just as I was about to receive a fatal shave, I was, ironically, rescued by Alduin, the World Eater.

Ulfric tried and made his escape, and I was trying.

Hadvar and Ralof each wanted me to go with them and make our escape. But the two wanted to fight each other and make their escape.

My hands were bound so I had to knock one into the other so they would head but each other then I told them that they had to put their feud on hold if we wanted to escape a dragon.