Lissandra Weiss

I'll start my story from the beggining. My name is Lissandra "Lisanna" Weiss, an Altmer of a formerly noble family. My half-sister Kariena "Karry" Weiss is the so-called Dragonborn. "Unfortunately", she was born half-Bosmer half-Altmer, for our father cheated on my mother.

My father, while he was alive, was the king's friend untill his coup d'etat attempt. Because of him, we fled to Skyrim. After his unsuccesful attempt, he became obsessed with Necromancy and killed Kariena's mother. For two children, this was too much and we were afraid. VERY afraid. Kariena shot our father in the arm with her crossbow. After this, he tried to paralyze me with magic, but I dodged and me and my sister ran thru the snowbound lands of Skyrim.

We survived for two days eating snowberries and rabbit meat. Fortunately, I known the spells Flames and Teleport (a spell not much used in Skyrim). She hunted the rabbits and I lit the fire and harvested berries. We could survive doing this for the rest of our lives, but then, he came. Alduin, the World Eater. My sister's crossbow's bolts did nothing but thickles in the beast's scales. He scratched me in the face with his long wing claws, giving me my "trademark". Three big scars just like Aela's war paint, but more serious looking. My left eye was blinded. We ran into different directions. The dragon flew and said something like "Dovahkiin, you may die by my shout!" in "dragonese" (that's how I call Dragon language). I ran for kilometers and kilometers. And then, by climbing a gargantuan mountain, I found my place of refuge: High Hrothgar.

There, and old man picked me up and brought me inside. My wound was bleeding like water falling from a waterfall. He quickly called his comrades and they all used Healing Hands on me. After telling my story, one of them asked:

– Do you have any place to go, child?

– No I don't.

He turned around, looking to his comrades and spoke:

– Well...I guess we'll have one more Greybeard. But without a beard. *Laughs

I laughed along with him and the others too. After thiis day, they raised me like I was their little sister or daughter. They taught me some Thu'um like Unrelenting Force, Fire breath, Frost Breath, Marked for Death and Ice Form. I learnt them with many years of studies. It wasn't easy, but I had many years coming. While I was in High Hrothgar, I was always thinking about my sister. "She's probably dead" – I tought. But I was wrong. When I was 22-years old and she was 19-years old, we met again just after her first dragon slain.

Kariena Weiss

I was arrested just because I killed a noble who wanted to rape me. How rude! I shot him right in the forehead. He deserved this. The shitty Imperial Soldiers saw this and they took me to Helgen. A simple execution. Inside Helgen, in the way to the cruel shade of death, an Imperial woman shouted:

– How can a half-breed threaten and kill a nobleman?

– It ain't easy being hot, flat-chested Imperial.

– Oh! That's outrageous! Kill her!

Yes, I am VERY beautiful. Great curves, lovely face, taller than Bosmeri and not so yellow like the Altmer. I think it wasn't so bad being a half-breed. And last but not least, my voice. It' soooooo sexy... No man can resist it. My fantasizing was interrupted by Hadvar, who asked:

– You there. Step forward.

– What's next?

– Who are you?

– I'm Kariena Weiss, but you can call me Karry.

– Hmph. Captain, what should we do? She's not on the list.

She mumbled some words that I didn't understood. I walked along with the Nords and watched the execution.

– You're next, half-breed.

My time ran out. Was this the end? I put my head at the rock-like thingy, waiting to be decapitated. And then, my "friend" who separated me from my sister appeared. My heart stopped, remembering the fear I felt for confronting the God of Destruction.

– F#ck. – I said engulfed by fear.

He shouted and the sky turned reddish and flaming rocks fell from it. I woke up from the ground and ran towards a Nord.

– Wanna survive, elf? Follow me.

Of course I wanted to survive. We entered a tower. I climbed the stairs, searching for something that could help. The dragon god broke the wall and shouted something like "Yol Toor Shul!". Flames came out of his mouth, but before they reached me, I dodged and ran downstairs.

– Jump thru the tower! Quickly!

What else could I do? I jumped and landed in a ruined wooden house. I ran a little more and followed Hadvar, who took me inside the barracks room in a keep. He cut off my bonds and told me to search for equipment. I wore an Imperial Light Armor and grabbed a dagger and some potions. I followed him to a path that led us to a room with two Nords. They just looked at us, unsheathed their blades and started swinging them trying to hit me. Fortunately, I was very agile and dodged the strikes. Then I hacked the Nord's throat, who fell dead. The other one was killed by Hadvar.

We saw a torturer, his assistant and some nords fighting. Fortunately, my half-sister Lissandra taught me Teleport. I just teleported three times(to get to a path that would lead me out there) and ran. Without magicka, I was screwed. "Oh wait. I have two magicka potions!". I drank them and teleported thru the wall. Great. I escaped. So I "traveled" to the only city I knew: Whiterun.