Talon's Backstory:
Talon sighed sadly as he lied on the haystack bed inside the Candlehall Inn in Windhelm. He couldn't stop thinking about Shahvee, the beautiful Argonian maiden he met on the Windhelm docks earlier. She was so bright and cheerful as she tanned leather hides outside in the frigid weather. The Argonian people had never had it easy and neither one of their lives was an exception. They didn't look like the human folk, in fact it was really hard to tell them apart. Talon just knew Nords for being the most common stock in Skyrim, Bretons were the ones with the fancy names and the magic spells, the Redguards were the dark skinned ones, and the Imperials were somewhere in-between the Nords and the Bretons. The mer were an entirely different story. High Elves were the gold-skinned ones, the Wood elves the short ones...and the Dunmer...they stood out like a sore thumb, a painful, sore thumb. But the Argonian people...they were bipedal reptilian humanoids...often called a 'beast race' by the ignorant. As a result Shahvee and her fellow workers on the docks were paid significantly less by their Nord boss. Talon took matters into his owns hands and ensured they would be paid better wages...it didn't win him friends among the human folk but at least Shahvee can be paid what her labor was worth. He wondered what life was like for her before he came to Windhelm. Windhelm was the stronghold of the Stormcloaks, a faction dedicated to Nord purity...and a limited toleration and disdain of other races. Talon remembered fighting with Raloff the drunkard the other night after the Nord called him a 'pair of boots'. He knew those insults all too well. Talon won the fight but it did little to change the Nord's mind, who accused Talon of 'not fighting fair'. Really though, the Nord couldn't fight. This would make things harder...if Shahvee were to notice Talon he would have to help the people who barely tolerated him...including her boss. But Shahvee was his chance to start anew, and Talon was determined to win the maiden's hand in marriage...
It was funny as his memoirs of his life flashed before his eyes. As a hatchling he was named 'Hides-in-Corner' by his parents. He was born in Morrowind to slaves of Dunmer. Despite such a rough upbringing his parents raised him with the best love they could. Their slavemaster wasn't such a harsh mistress either, her tongue was sharper than her whip. As a teenager their Dunmer mistress was murdered due to the House wars in Balmora. The new slavemaster that came was much crueler, much colder...and a Daedra worshiper. Usually he was stocked away in his attic pouring over dark tomes that contained the darkest occult secrets. One day he summoned a demon that killed his master and almost everyone on the farm save for a few of the slaves. 'Hides-in-Corner' was one of those few. His parents were not so fortunate. He took flight from Morrowind and headed into Cyrodiil where he settled in Leyawiin. There he found his niche among fellow Argonians but there was constant fights between them and Khajiit, a feline race. Wanting to protect his people he worked for the Blackwood Company as a mercenary. He would eventually fall for a young Argonian maid named Neesha. The two would marry and Neesha blessed him with two delightful hatchlings, a daughter named Onasha and a son named Deevin. Life was wonderful for several years...'Hides-in-Corner' even took on a new Argonian name, 'Haran'. But a ghost from Haran's past would come into his life...descendants of the deceased slavemaster who wanted to claim Haran and his family. It turned out they paid the Blackwood Company to provide intel on Haran...a fellow Argonian named Jasaiin sold him out for extra gold. Haran didn't want to lose what he had...and took the slavers out one night with no one the wiser while infiltrating the inn they stayed at. But this was at a price. Jasaiin killed Haran's family as marks from the Dark Brotherhood, paid by the slavers to ensure Haran's return. Haran fled Leyawiin in pursuit of Jasaiin...who was known as 'Reaper' in the Dark Brotherhood. The Dark Brotherhood took notice of Haran's skill and assured him they did not endorse Reaper to commit this deed. Blindly trusting them, Haran found work as an assassin for the Dark Brotherhood...using the faction as a means to pursue Reaper. Once he found...and dispatched...Reaper, the Dark Brotherhood exiled Haran and feigned the incident as murder to the Imperial authorities. They took Haran in as prisoner...
Years later Haran had never forgotten the deception the Dark Brotherhood put him through. But he wanted a new life. He took to studying magic at the College of Winterhold, learning the art of Destruction magic, specializing in fire and shock magic. But his old ways as an assassin never died...but he would take to using his skills to dispatch bandits and those who would harm others...especially Argonians. He was still stealthy and handy with a lockpick. His constant encounters also made him a skilled duelist with a blade. One day after a group of thugs hired by the Dark Brotherhood attempted to take him out, Haran knew he was still a mark by the assassin's guild. He took on a new name, 'Talon', and devoted himself to finding ways to undermine the horrible guild, all the meanwhile taking to his new interest in magic.
Shahvee's sunny disposition reminded him of Neesha. But this time no one was taking what he fought so hard to keep. Arming himself in light armor, a dagger and spells that induce shock or flame, whether streams of electricity or well placed rune traps, Talon knew who he was now. The past was what shaped him. And this knowledge will shape his future. The Dark Brotherhood was going down for sure...