My mother always used to tell me I was born in Black Marsh, with the rest of the Argonians, but I never believed her. I know I was born in Dune, and the reason I know this is my mother is a cat. She is not my mother. I have killed her many times, but she keeps coming back on rare occasions. I know Dune was my birthplace because the darkness of Black Marsh makes the skin pale, and my skin is dark, and black, a shade of color that comes from the extreme heat of the sun. I know also that my true father was a Dremora Valkynaz. My father always hated my lizard-like traits, and always considered me a "bovine swamp-dwelling parasite." and considered me to be "just as laconic, imbecilic and uncivilized as the rest of the muck-raping and self-consuming animals inhabiting the utterly pathetic land of Black Marsh. The only time I ever saw my father's face was when I killed him. I had no reason for it, except I just had to get those thoughts out of my head. I have no memories of him, just those words meant to offend lizards rushing through my head... every waking moment of all my days... and in every timeless moment of my dreams. I had to get the thoughts out of my head, that's all. I often wondered why he hated Argonians so much, seeing as he would probably have to have married one in order for my existence. And why was this cat lady always annoying me...? I don't have much memory of my past, it just flows. I am slow, but life forces me to live it too fast. I can never think much... never imagine. Instead of an imagination I have a slideshow of sporadic pictures in my head... I never know which ones were real. So I never knew what I was convicted of when I arrived in the prisons of the Imperial City. I saw the emperor die... but didn't we all... it's strange isn't it... maybe the pictures are all connected... I do not understand why those guards had to hack away at me for stealing their sword...it was shiny and I did save their city... hm what fools... I never think about it much though... one silver sword was the cause of all of this trouble... I have slain important members of every city... I had a bounty so huge I had to spend 16 years in jail...sleeping... as a vampire. I wonder why the Blades never accepted me... I only try to do good... maybe if I killed them we would both understand more clearly. I love the Nine Divines! How I love to deceive them! I kill off legions of soldiers just when they think I'm on their side... haha what fools to believe in something as narrow-viewed as religion. Oh and yes I have killed many Daedra, I know I am half-Daedra, but how I do enjoy killing off members of my own race. I hope you think you have learned to know who I am, now; Skooma, please. Give me as many as you think I want. I would like this place to be a little bit more... chaotic.