Female Dunmer
Born Serila Hlaalu, she was a misfit since her birth. Her father, a proud warrior of House Hlaalu, wanted a boy, a successor, from his first wife and didn't even try to hide his contempt for the little girl supposed to be his offspring and the woman that gave birth to her. After her mother succumbed to the severe and repeated beatings when she was 5, her father turned to her. The beating weren't the worst he did to her.
The father had children with other wives, boys, and trained them in the art of the sword. She watched from the shadows and learned what she could. During the nights, when she was hunted by nightmares and couldn't sleep, she took up the swords scattered in the training grounds and practiced, unbeknownst to her family. She learned fast. With 13 years she tried to challenge her father in a duel, but he would have none of it; after all she was a girl. She attacked him anyway and he was forced to defend himself. Ironically this girl that he despised since her birth, was the best pupil he ever had and he didn't even know until it was too late. She could not defeat him, but hurt him badly. For the unprovoked attack on a senior member of House Hlaalu she was exiled.
Her brothers could not accept that their sister was supposed to be a better fighter than them and hunted her through Vvardenfell to prove it, but one by one they fell by her sword. Nowhere to go, she turned to the wilderness. She lived with the Ashlanders for a time, but the last surviving brother tracked her down while she was hunting with a small group of the tribe, and when they returned, the camp was burned down and between the ashes lay the members of the tribe, men, women and children alike. Her brother waited for her in the center of the carnage and after a fierce duel, he was slain. The remaining hunters blamed her for their predicament and exiled her.
Alone again she resorted to a life on the unguarded roads of the province and soon was feared as 'The Ghost of the Roads'. This was when she finally found an opponent that bested her skill with the sword and she was defeated. This man, an Exalted Master of the Morag Tong, saw the potential hidden under the dirt and decided to train her. In the guild she honed her skills with the blade, but also was taught ethics and morale. With 17 she was ready for her first contract. Her father.
She snuck into the Hlaalu Manor in Balmora at night and assassinated her father while he slept. Standing above the dead body of her tormentor she started to cry. For her mother, herself and even her father. But mainly for the life that lay behind her. She didn't return to the Morag Tong.
She wanted to leave everything behind and start anew, elsewhere, and somehow she was drawn to Skyrim, land of the Nords. Little did she know of her real heritage and the destiny connected to it.
She went by the name Taryn.