Being born with eyes like a dragon wasn't enough for Verianus; she had to be the Dragonborn as well. Her father beat her mother when she was just a babe, then got himself killed in battle. Fleeing Skyrim for her own safety and that of her child, Verianus' mother travelled with a caravan to High Rock. There, she met a Breton and fell in love, marrying him and providing a safe and stable life for Verianus.
For years, Verianus felt outcasted even though her stepfather treated her well and raised her as his own. When she started showing signs of a strange gift, one that had not been seen in her father's side of the family in many generations, she became reclusive and tried to hide from the world as visions of the future scared not only her but her friends as well. As she grew older, her gift- or "curse" as she called it- grew stronger. She tried to manage it, but they came frequently and left her weary.
Over time, she lost all of her friends and was called a freak by everyone. For fear of retaliation against her parents', Verianus decided to leave home and travel to Skyrim in search of answers.
As the days turned to weeks, then to months, Verianus searched everywhere in Skyrim she could, finding herself in the company of Khajiit where she shared a similar feeling of being an outcast. She often travelled with their caravans, learning all she could from them and providing some extra security in return until they reached their destination and she bid them a farewell before moving on.
At some point, she found herself in Riften where she was approached by a man named Brynjolf who was a member of the Thieves' Guild. He offered her a small task as a test- planting an Argonian named Madesi's ring on a Dunmer named Brand-Shei- and was pleasantly surprised that she pulled it off. He then invites her to come to the Ragged Flagon, the tavern in the Ratways. She made her way through the Ratways, finding the path through the maze of tunnels until she reached her destination. Upon finding Brynjolf in the Ragged Flagon- again to his pleasant surprise- she was tasked with collecting debts from three individuals. Without killing or having to brawl, Verianus succeeded and returned to Brynjolf for further instructions.
Impressed with her skills, Brynjolf decided it was time to introduce her to the guildmaster- Mercer Frey- and it was decided that she would take the Goldenglow Estate job. Getting the information she needed, Verianus found her way to the island nestled in Lake Honrich. She sneaked passed the mercenaries and made her way to the bee hives- burning only three of them as instructed. Hurrying away before someone came to put out the fires, Verianus made her way to the secret entrance Vex had told her about and entered the estate. Sneaking passed the guards and finding her way to where the proprietor, Aringoth, was hiding, Verianus was able to persuade him to give her his key and avoid any bloodshed altogether. She snagged a beautiful golden bee statue and made her way to the safe, emptying its contents before making her escape from the estate.
Returning to the cistern and to Brynjolf, she reported in and was tasked with going to see Maven Black-Briar. She stopped to see Delvin about the statue, got a pretty sum for it, then made her way to the inn and spoke with Maven. Upon being tasked further with going to Whiterun to find Mallus Maccinus in the Bannered Mare, Verianus left Riften and started the long trek to Whiterun.
But her journey hit a snag when she passed through Darkwater Crossing and got caught up in an Imperial Ambush. She was arrested with the Stormcloaks who were ambushed and hauled off to Helgen.
The journey to Helgen was a long and dreary one, one that Verianus would have been happy to escape from. However, she felt the need to stay and try to help the Stormcloaks out. During her travels, she had heard the stories both Imperials and Stormcloaks told of the rebellion started by Ulfric Stormcloak and she found that she agreed with the Stormcloaks more than the Imperials. Having spent most of her life in High Rock, she didn't really have an opinion of Skyrim as a whole- other than the anger she held towards her father for what he did to her mother. And during the journey, she had grown somewhat close to one of the Stormcloaks- a Nord named Ralof.
It wasn't too long before they had reached Helgen and knew they were to be executed. Verianus searched every which way she could to find an escape for her and the others captured, but she had no luck. They were vastly outnumbered and unarmed; the Imperials would be on them in a heartbeat. When they came to a stop, they hopped out of the wagons and stepped forward when their names were called. When it was her turn, Verianus gave her name and was not surprised that it was not on their damned list nor that she was to be executed nonetheless. She was lined up with the others and forced to her knees, her head to the chopping block, when it was her turn.
Before the headman's axe could find her neck, a roar sounded in the sky and a black dragon with eyes as red as fiery rubies appeared. Everything was thrown into chaos and Verianus found her escape, following Ralof and the other Stormcloaks to a nearby tower. Cut free of her bonds, Verianus accompanied the Stormcloaks as they fled the village and tried to escape the dragon with their lives.
Ralof and Verianus were separated from the others, but Ralof was certain they had escaped too. He took her to Riverwood and they spoke with his sister, who suggested that someone go to Whiterun to tell the jarl about the dragon. Already having business in Whiterun, Verianus volunteered and made her way out of the village and towards the city of Whiterun.