Lycan Draconis: The Tale of an Outcast

I, Lycan Draconis, am a half-breed. My mother, a Kahjiit, was the guard of a caravan when she met my father, a Nord. Their relation ship was considered to be impractical and they were often ran out of many cities and villages. They happened to come to a small town, Iverstead. They were welcomed with open arms. There, they took what work or jobs they could find. Mother couldn't work all that much, as she was pregnant during this time. This made my father even more determined. He worked day in and day out. Eventually, they raised enough money between them, to buy a small little house on the edge of the village. A few months later, under the light of the full moons, I was born. My father, who came from Dragon's Bridge, came up with my name. A few short years later, my village was attacked by a pack of werewolves. my father was killed during the attack, and I was severely injured when I was bitten and drug across the town like a piece of meat. Luckily, I survived thanks to a local medicine woman. However, the curse of the beast now flows through my veins. My mother did everything she could to raise me by herself. I vowed to hunt down the wolves that killed my father and cursed me.