First name: Cyrus

Last name: Dralas (family name of the adoptive father)

race: Nord (a more tanned skin than the average nord and dark hair due to dilluted redguard heritage)


personality:

A calm and intelligent mind contrast with his big stature and imposing demeanor. he learned from his adoptive dunmer father everything from combat to blacksmithing, although his father wanted to teach him more in the ways of fencing he found that Cyrus was attuned to use 2 handed blades and so he often sent him on specific hunts in order for his son to improve himself.


Parentage:

Cyrus's adoptive father, Thoryn, was in his youth a wandering fencer and scholar, he often visited cities in order to visit their libraries and challenge passing warriors. approaching his 100 years of life he was sent to morrowind in chains as a slave and worked his way up until he was allowed by the argonians limited freedom to keep researching for them.


Brief Biography:

found as a baby on the shores of Morrowind in the arms of a dead nord captain. A dunmer passing by noticed this morbid scene and came near to take a better look, as he investigates the captain's body he finds an ancient medallion that seems to have been crafted in skyrim, in the back he finds an inscription with the name Cyrus. "Curious" -the dunmer thought to himself- though the medallion is from skyrim the inscription is written in the old redguard's language, he then takes a look at the infant and sees that he is on the brink of death. Unphased by its cries the dunmer turns back and starts to walk away... as he distances himself from the shores he is struck by a powerful force in the back, making him lose his footing and look back, he looks to the baby surprised to see a torn trail of ground rock with the unconscious infant at the end, "I can use him to leave this wretched place" - the dunmer though to himself - and brought the infant with him to the small town of Gnaar Mok.


Years have passed, and young Cyrus grew amongst the dunmer slaves and argonians learning everything he could from Thoryn, his adoptive father, who often sent him on hunts and odd mercenary jobs and while Cyrus was a formidable fighter, he never saw him recreate that shockwave from all those years ago. the rest of the village shunned Cyrus due to his heritage and often warned the father to abandon or even kill him in fear of a possible betrayal, Thoryn knew that in time the villagers would lose their patience and drive Cyrus, if not them both, out from the village in slavery or worse...
one night, Thoryn called the young nord to their home saying he had something important to show him, he showed Cyrus all the books and scrolls he had collected over the years, all of them describing Nord and redguard history as well as culture, he told Cyrus that the time to leave the village was coming near and that they would have to prepare for the inevitable outcome.


One day on one of his hunts Cyrus saw himself ambushed by bandits, fifteen men lead by an argonian woman named Seen-Na who readied her dagger and ordered her thugs to kill Cyrus. seeing no other course of action Cyrus ran towards a cave housing an underground maze thinking he might be able to pick them off one by one. the plan worked or so it seemed, for when Cyrus left the cave Seen-Na using her agility positions herself behind him without him noticing prepares to backstab him.
as he turns around to at least try and deflect the blow he is surprised to see Seen-Na lying on the ground dead with an arrow between her eyes. "and the deed...is done." someone whispers and suddenly a loud impact sound resonates throughout the area. Cyrus hurries to the where the sound originated and finds an unconscious argonian lying on the ground poisoned and slashed in the gut, realizing that this argonian saved him from certain death Cyrus administers some first aid and magic to at least cure the poison and close the wound, afterwards he takes him back to the village in secret. two days later, the argonian awakes surprised to find himself alive and in the care of a dunmer, "my son Cyrus says you saved him and as such he wanted to return the favor, think nothing of it...what name do you go by argonian?" Thoryn asked.


argonian: my name is Gin-Dar, i am...was a shadowscale.
Thoryn: ...figured as much, though i am curious...how did you leave the order and lived?
Gin-Dar: a friend... a nord, saved me after i defected from the brotherhood, he made it look like i was dead with a special poison. that nord...i heard he died off the coast.
though i also heard that his son survived. while i mourned the passing of my friend, i was glad at least his offspring made it out alive. then i heard some unsavory rumors from my contacts that a mercenary group was out to kill him.
Thoryn: is that why you decided to save my son, for a life debt?
Gin-Dar: yes...though it seems that lifedebt has now passed on to his son.
*Gin-Dar gets up from the bed*
Thoryn: rest argonian, you're still too weak.
Gin-Dar: i'll manage, tell your son i said thank you and when the time comes and you leave morrowind remember...keep your head low.


after a few weeks, it was time to leave morrowind and head towards skyrim, in search of knowledge and a better life away from the slavery of the argonians.
under the cover of darkness the father and son sneaked onto a boat and made their way into the sea, but some argonian sentries saw them and were about to attack when suddenly they were killed...shot in the head from faraway, another arrow was shot but this time onto the boat and bearing a message "this makes us even".

weeks, maybe months later at sea, Thoryn and his son reached the shores of skyrim and made their way to the nearest inn.
as soon as they entered the tavern everyone got silent and stared at our heroes, the presence of Thoryn was what triggered this reaction. when the tension in the room was such that it seemed a battle was unavoidable, suddenly, a drunken patron started to shout:

"so...you're this vermin's master heh?! good on ya son! serves those knife ears right GaHaHaHA!"

everyone's disposition after this statement seemed to have lightened up the mood so Cyrus and Thoryn knew this could be of use... so they disguised as a nord slaver and his dunmer slave. the ploy worked well enough for them and after leaving the tavern the next day they managed to travel the roads fairly safely, until cyrus was ambushed by dunmer rebels who took his father and slashed Cyrus's face cutting out his right eye, the attack left Cyrus unconscious and the rebels disappeared as fast as they came leaving him with nothing but rags on his back. Cyrus then wakes up in a prison, apparently the guards recognized him when he came into shore and after a bit of investigation they learned that Cyrus was not a slaver but rather a mer sympathizer and was awaiting execution for it, this accusation left Cyrus laughing at the irony of it all.
what happens next is yet to be told...