This is my new charactor the one im using now, got pretty far with him

hes also my rp charactor
Name- Utar Warsaw
Race-Orc
Age- 37
Utars father was a brillient armourer, one of the best he bought utar up on his own as utars mother died in childbirth. Utar loved watching his father craft weapons of abosolute beauty and couldn't wait to impress his father by creating something for him one day.
Then one day a strange man bought what looked like glowing steel and told Utars father that it was blessed and encanted, and if Utar and his father would create a sword out of this unusal steel he would pay a very nice price of 20,000 septims.
Well this was enough to set them up for life, give them a better way of living maybe move to the imperial city the possiblitys were endless. So work begin immidietly and it took to months for the sword could be complete. When it was finshed it glowed a darkish purple colour was encanted just like the stranger said, it was his fathers most prized piece of work, this sword was later renamed as umbra.
When the stranger arrived he said he would pay only 2,000 well Utars father refused on refusing he slashed Utars father through the heart.
Utar made it his life work to track down the killer and his search soon took him to the imperial city, he found his fathers killer in a ruin and told him who he was, before the stranger could reach for his sword Utar smashed him with his Fathers War-hammer. A guard was taking a break and heard the screams so went in to invistagate, Utar heard someone coming so he buried Umbra and was soon arrested. He spent two years in prison until the emperor walked into his cell. After following the emperor and escaping he went back to the place where he had buriod umbra, and unearthed it. It was as beauftiful as the day his father forged it. He also took the starngers Ebony armour and some money he had found around the ruin, he then made his way to the imperial citys fighting guild to forge his own legacy.
Hope you enjoyed the read
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