He is now an adult, and has spent years studying and training at a monastery in Hjaalmarch. He is about to start his acolyte training as a journeyman daedra-hunter, and embarks on a trip back home to Markarth to celebrate his graduation with his family. Little does he know, Stendarr has chosen him as a holy champion, and made him Dragonborn in order to fulfill that destiny.
Loyalty: High to Vigilants & Silverbloods, medium to Nords & other Divine-worshippers
Sanity: Low (hears voices of the Divines, and Daedric princes, may be hallucinations?)
Cruelty: Medium (will mercilessly purge/purify sinners and abominations)
Piety: Very high, can be self-righteous, scrupulously (naively?) lawful
Passion: Hates daedra, undead, and abominations
Selfishness: Low (except, selfish desires may masquerade as hallucinatory divine commands)
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Well, as a new Vigilant, it was time to pay a visit to my folks back in Markarth and share the good news that I'd graduated from being a neophyte and was ready to start adventuring! They'd be proud of how much more mature and responsible I've become, I thought, thanks to my training at the Hall (and being away from their well-intended but suffocating presence). I gathered up some supplies and headed out on the path to the Reach. My comrades gifted me a Shield of Stendarr and a sturdy mace, and my friend Emma even agreed to accompany me (I half think she may have a cougar crush on me...). We bade farewell to the faithful and our Stormcloak guests, and headed out South, hoping to make Whiterun in a couple days.
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