Arathor Galmir

Name: Arathor Galmir
Age: 97
DoB: 4E 114
Race: Wood Elf
Affliction: None
Skill Set: Archery(2.0),Duel wielding(1.0),Sneak(1.5),Lockpick(1.0)
Description: A scar from a werewolf down my face.
Bio: Arathor was very curious at very young. He also was very sneaky. One day his mother let him play with his friends and they wandered around and found an encampment of soldiers. The other kids ran away but him being curious stayed and watched. He thought they would not see him because he was so sneaky. So he sat down and watched but then his foot slipped and a rock fell beside a soldier and he yelled to the other soldiers and they started chasing him. He ran to the camp and let the soldiers to the small encampment and he ran past but they stopped at the camp and killed all the wood Elfs including his family. He waited in a nearby tree and once they were gone he went back and looked around. All he saw was dead bodies and blood everywhere. Then with tears in his eyes ran away from the blood and bodies. He lived in the woods eating things he killed with the bow he carved from a tree. Then one day he ran into a werewolf and he tried to kill it without it noticing him but he missed his first arrow and it turned and slashed him down the face but then he put an arrow in the werewolfs face and killed it. That was the day he moved into the city of Whiterun. The day he made it to the city he turned 97. He the day he made it there to never be killed by a werewolf and to remember it he had his scar going down his face. Still today he kills all the soldiers that wear the stormcloak outfit as revenge for his family and friends.

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