Okay Esphal you want to know more about who I am? I guess you deserve to know the truth. As you already know my name is Helena Eklund. A Nord born in Solitude. My father was Fjolodr Eklund, the most famous blacksmith in the region and a well-known warrior. I loved my father. I wanted to be like him, a strong and fearless warrior. He raised me on his own. My mother died during my birth and father rarely spoke of her. He taught me how to fight but he still wanted me to be a lady. Obviously he didn't know how to raise one, so there was no chance in oblivion I would become one. On my fifteenth name day father told me I was to wed the Jarl of Solitude. That was not what I wanted. We argued and fought until he finally had the guard drag me to his castle. That night I ran out of the castle and out of Solitude. I ran until I couldn't run any further. I awoke tied up in a tent. I had been captured by bandits. The leader, an ugly excuse for a Nord, came and dragged me out as all the other bandits hooted and hollered. The leader cut my restraints and shouted to his men "HAVE AT HER!" My father didn't raise a milk drinker so when one of the men came rushing toward me one knee to the groin and a left hook sent him to the ground. The camp went silent, except for the bandit leader who laughed hysterically. And instead of punishment, I was now a member of their clan. As we raided and pillaged all across Tamriel my desire for blood and glory grew until I became the most ruthless bandit in the clan. Three years had passed and we'd made it to The Rift. This was to be our biggest heist. We were to hit a caravan full of weapons for the Pact heading to Stonefalls. The sun was about to set for the night when we attacked. My face went pale and I froze when I saw a familiar battle axe swinging in the air. My father! Why did it have to be him!? The bandit leader shouted at me but I was in my own world. I didn't notice my horse charging in without my command. Next thing I knew my horse crashed into my father and we all crashed to the ground with a loud thud. With my father disarmed the remaining men grabbed him and held him at bay. The bandit leader handed me a sword and told me to kill him. I took the sword, holding back tears. My father, with a shocked look in his eyes, looking upon me for the first time in three years, was greeted by the blade of my sword. I ran it through his belly. His expression said it all. As he fell limp I ran out hearing the cheers and jests from the men. That night I lay in my tent wide awake. I got up, and with tears running down my face, I slaughtered them all. I cut through my men in a blind fury, slicing and burning the camp down. I paused for a moment at the sight of my father's battle axe and felt an arrow pierce the side of my chest. I grabbed the axe and ran. Another arrow got me in the back of my right leg. I collapsed but quickly got back up and moving. I got to a mountain's edge and took my chances and rolled over the edge. When I came to I was in the cart of an older dark elf couple. My wounds were patched up and my father's axe was right next to me. I wanted to cry again but I guess my tears were spent. Once I was healed I thanked them and went to Davon's Watch. That's where I met you, Miss Eka, right at the crafter's tables. You invited me to your guild and I walked away. I'd just gotten away from a bad group of people and I wasn't about to join another. But I followed you around and watched you. You reminded me of the nobles in Solitude, the ones my father wanted me to become. So I accepted your offer and joined your guild. I don't like to stand on formalities. You won't really get a m'lady out of me. But know that I'm grateful for the fact that you have given me a home. I still lust for blood on the battlefield and in my belly. I hope I can slowly become the lady my father wanted me to become.
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