Yazin-dar

About

Name: Yazin-dar
Race: Khajiit
Age: 180
Born: City of Senchal- ElsweyrBorn into a poor family line, Yazin was raised helping his father run the family fishing business. Him and his father would sell fish at the local market to make ends meet. Things were tough for his father, especially since Yazin had lost his mother in childbirth, but his father was a strong Khajiit and taught Yazin all he knew and always looked after him. Yazin admired his father and saw him as a hero.For 8 years he spent with his father, fishing on the pier, selling fish, running an honest business. Life wasn't luxurious, but it was peaceful, stable…. that is until one day…Yazin and his father, both exhausted, headed back from a hard day's work. They were walking on the coastline across the sandy beach, as they always did.
The sun was setting, there was a cool breeze and they could taste the sea salt in the air. These were the finer moments Yazin and his father enjoyed the most. It was silent, all that could be heard was the swooshing of the wind and the gentle crashing of the waves… until Yazin asked his father“Father, what was mother like?”“Hm?” His father, in a daze, stopped and looked out onto the sea's horizon, “why does little Khajiit ask?”“Yazin was just wondering,” Yazin murmured. “This one knows it sounds odd. But Yazin thinks he can feel mother sometimes”Yazins father paused, he looked like he was in pain almost… until his face softened. “Yazins mother was a fine Khajiit. Yazins mother had beautiful white hair, quite like little Khajiit. Yazins mother was kind and giving… little one would have liked her alot” he paused and then chuckled to himself “she was also a better salesman than I, that one knew how to haggle!!”They both shared a laugh over this recollection of Yazins mother. They sat in silence for a few moments…“Father, Yazin’ll make the shop really successful, khajiit will run his own business and take care of father one day” says Yazin determined“Is that right?” Yazins father chuckled“Yes Yazin promises! This one will make mother and father Khajiit proud!”“Haha, alright little one, let us head home, it's getting lat—”Just then, in just a moment's time, his fathers eyes stood still. Frozen.Yazin looks down in terror as dark crimson red slowly spreads across his fathers linen shirt.Yazins father barely makes out words while gurgling on the blood in his throat, “ r-runn s-s-onnn, get away!”Terrified, Yazin watches the light leave his fathers eyes. Yazin falls to the sand in fear and disbelief of what he was witnessing. His father slumps to the ground, lifeless and still as a rock. From behind him stood a man in shadow black robes. It was impossible to make out a face for it was covered in a cowl.Tears swell in Yazins eyes as the dark figure reaches down and takes the pouch of that day's coin from his fathers body. The dark figure stares at Yazin for a few moments before quickly running away.Yazin sat there over his fathers body howling in sadness… the last bit of the sun's light had just fallen below the horizon, it was now a cold dark night sky… Yazin sat there all night with his father, before burying him the next day.Yazin grew up an orphan soon after. Nobody had taken him in. He learned to live off of others and converted to a life of crime and piracy. Being a young child Yazin saw no other way to survive. Stealing bread as a 12 year old to completing heists as a young adult. Yazin is now a notorious bandit and pirate. He is wanted in multiple provinces for smuggling narcotics, pirating for goods, and sometimes even murdering for hire.Yazin-dar is a lost and wounded soul. Will he ever get back to a normal life or is it too late?