The life of Nethemi Ocatu [WIP:P] Options

[Konji]

After a long time away from writing I'm ready to tell of Nethemi's life, starting with his birth, childhood and relative history, all the way to the reason and reasoning behind why he enered the Imperial prison.

Also just done 4 sides of A4 notes on his first few encounters in the ayleid ruins across the from the starting sewers...still haven't found what's at the end.

Watch this space.

This post has been edited by Konradude: Apr 14 2006, 09:56 PM

[Konji]

I can but smile at the irony of it. From a birth regrettable, made only so by the twisted and selfish hearts of man, I have risen from the ashes of depravity to sit amongst the Gods as an equal. But neither my name nor my dreams shall live on. I have sired but one, but I could not save him. He was but a single strand of my intertwining threads that have been cut short by the malicious blade of destiny. I shall live on only in the hearts of my fellow man and in legends told by ailing fathers by the fireside. My accomplishments may be remembered… but my emotions shall be scattered.

My father was High Chancellor Ocatu, leader of the Elder Council and Steward of the Empire. In the unlikely chance you don’t know he is an Altmer – a High Elf. My mother on the other hand was a member of a race unknown to the upper world… a Nethemer.



It is hard to describe a Nethemer, as they are different to any race in Tamriel. They are small, slightly smaller than a Bosmer, and have pure white skin. Their eyes are the deepest of black, almost appearing as though they are sucking in the light around them. They use these eyes to see in the dark of the tunnels they inhabit, deep below Tamriel. They are not heard of because they very rarely come to the surface. My mother was the exception.



She had come to the surface world in hopes of opportunity and success, although it may come with toil and struggle. Her eyes had soon adapted, but her skin stayed the same pale shade. It was because of this that she was never accepted in society, could find no work suitable for an educated young woman. So it was that she took residence in a club on the Waterfront, before it was closed down and turned into a house by Captain Lex. I shall not say what she worked as, but I shall say this is where Ocatu went where he knew he would not be judged.

It was where they met, and spent the night together. He was gone the next morning to tend to the Emperor and she avoided him from then on, until she made a discovery. She was pregnant with me, a responsibility she was not prepared to take herself. She visited the Imperial tower, requesting a meeting with Ocatu calling herself a messenger from Skingrad. When inside she met with Ocatu and told him of me. In fear-stricken panic he banished my mother from his life, telling her never to be near him again.

She fled the castle, and could no longer work with me now apparent in her life. She was now worse than a beggar, as no-one would go near her because of how she looked. It was in the alleyway between two of the shacks on the Waterfront that I was born, barely surviving as I lay in the dirt by my mother. She cared for me with all her life, devoting herself to me. She knew there as nothing left for her, and hoped of better things for me. When I reached my eighth year my mother passed into the arms of my ancestors, stabbed to death by a drunkard in one of the back alleys of the Market District.

I had naturally inherited traits from both my parents, catering to both extremes of the grand spectrum of fortune. I am tall, like my Blackguard of a father, but I have inherited the pale skin of my mother and the same silver hair. My skin has a slightly cyan tint to it, and hair matches my skin, making me even more dislike me peers. But for all my good luck with the complications of the genetic jigsaw between these two races, there is one flaw. With my father’s natural sight, and my mother’s eyes developed for the Undernethe, my eyes have their own twist. I was born fully blind, unable to see anything except my imagination…and my nightmares.



This post has been edited by Konradude: Apr 16 2006, 11:59 PM