My name is Ruvaak, or Ru for short. I'm a young Dunmer woman. I was raised in Cyrodiil, but once I turned of age I decided to venture west. I discovered Hammerfell, which was a very unpleasant place. I was constantly attacked by Orcs and Reguard. Up until that time, I had never battled before. Fighting was not my best skill. I knew only a few spells, and I was unable to keep healthy. I ran for the northern mountains. Come to find out, I was facing the southern border of Skyrim. I passed through the border, a dozen bandits on my tail. I came across a small cavern, at which I kept hidden in for a week. I left Cyrodiil on the 4th of Sun's Dawn, and now it was the 28th of Evening Star.
In Skyrim, the winds were bitter and the sky was always filled with an array of color. I had only discovered Falkreath by the time Morning Star began. A few towns folk had helped me return to my better health, and the priest, Runil, took me in as an apprentice. He taught me how to fight, and he taught me how to spell cast. By the time I was in my early womanhood, I was a skilled mage. I was 20 when I left Runil's apprenticeship.
I went east, toward Riften. I passed through a small village, Helgen, to get there. I enjoyed some mead with a fellow mage. He, too, had left his home at an early age. In early First Seed of my 20th year, I became a member of the Thieves Guild in Riften. I stuck close to Brynjolf, whom became a brother to me. I also became romantically close to a mage named Marcurio. He, too, protected me. A few months passed, and we had fallen in love. We loved each other deeply, and I had pondered to myself for long. I wanted him to take my womanhood.
By Midyear, I had made a name for myself. Marcurio and I had been planning the day he would take me. Yet, one day adventuring north of Riften, I got caught up in a fight. I was captured by Imperials, and taken to Helgen. I escaped, nearly missing my own beheading. I followed a man named Ralof to Riverwood. I stayed there for a week or so, until I was healthy enough to leave. I went north to Whiterun. I told the jarl of this mishap, and he promised to help me.
Nearly two years had passed, and I was finally able to return to Riften. I didn't look the same as I had when I was 20. Now, I was 22 years old. I had longer hair, and a much more defined face. I entered the Bee and Barb, looking around anxiously for my lost lover. And he was no where. Some people rumored that he had left to commit suicide after the first year I was gone. Others said that he lost interest and left for another woman. Obviously, I was heartbroken. I didn't even want to breathe the foul air around me. I went back to Falkreath, and spoke with my old friends. They, too, hardly remembered me.
I was 24 before I knew it. I had discovered a very immense power inside of me. I was Dragonborn. I was a vampire. I had been a werewolf before. My life was completely turned around. I had forgotten about my mage lover and moved on. I was still a virgin, my womanhood intact. I had become a master wizard and warrior. I was much different than before. My story begins on the 17th of Hearthfire in the center of Windhelm...
