Dunmer (Dark Elf)
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Visaris was born to an unlikely pair, a Nordic woman and a Dunmer traveller, who frequented the lands of Skyrim much more than the other provinces of Tamriel. The pair had met long before his birth, and they never intended for a child to be born as a result of their relationship, but despite their cautious acts, his mother still fell pregnant. At first, his father appeared not to care for the child, leaving him in the care of his mother and his pure Nord half-brother, who at the time was young enough to be convinced Visaris was his real brother, not the result of a second relationship. Being so young, it was easy to convince him this Dunmer half-breed was related to him, but his mother worried her secrets and lies may be undone as time went on.
Before long, his travelling father came to see the error in his ways, and attempted to step back in to child's' life, but Visaris' mother would have none of it, and banished him back to whatever hell hole he'd crawled out of. She claimed she had lasted long enough looking after her second child, and she would continue to care for them both without his help. Unfortunately, as the couple argued, a group of bandits raided the small village they were occupying on the outskirts of Dawnstar. Visaris' father, though upset with his former partner, flung himself in front of one of the marauders, so that his ex-lover and her children would have time to escape. Though he fought hard, the bandit overcame him, and the elf fell to the floor, left to writhe in a pool of his own blood. Fortunately, Visaris and his family had already fled in to the wilderness, and so the horrible image of death was not imprinted on the young Dunmer. The family resettled, purchasing a house in Whiterun, where Visaris, as he grew up, would often watch in awe as the Companions brawled in the courtyard of Jorrvaskr. As he grew past childhood and reached adolescence, he began to carve swords and daggers from tree branches, as best he could, often practicing against the trees he had siphoned the branches from, hoping to hone his skills so he may one day join the elite class of fighters, and spread their glory across the lands.
He grew older still, abandoning his wooden weapons, and becoming a part-time apprentice to Adrianne Avenicci, who owned the blacksmith Warmaiden's, near the entrance to Whiterun. He would have preferred to apprentice to Eorlund Gray-mane, but such a position was very rare, and given only to the most skilled smiths. However, he was happy enough as he was, smithing decent iron and steel weapons, often delivering pieces of his work to Jorrvaskr itself, in which he caught glimpses of more of the Companions operations. As he passed through more and more, he became ever more determined to join the elite force one day, and he knew his elder brother shared the same passion as he did. Now, at the still young age of 23, barely in to adulthood, he stood side by side with his brother putside Jorrvaskr, as they both prepared to enter and hoped they may enrol themselves in this fighters guild.