Hey readers, this the remastered version of the third bio, but it just made more sense to make it at the second bio instead because it's still within the moral realms of which the first bio left off from. Again this for those who have stumble upon my work when I had no idea how to write properly to begin with.

Where have the years gone with learning and training...?

On a late summer day, like the one when Jorir came to be part of the chief's family, expect on this day there wasn't a scared Khajiit that was tied up and cage with special runes craved into the bars. No, that was six years ago and within those six years I was assigned by Chief, Uncle Jobaana, to train Jorir in our native tongue from our homelands of the sands and winds. Jorir had some difficulty learn the basics of the language, literally taking him a year to be able to say the valises correctly. After that year however he start to speak it like it was his first spoken language. I also though him Nordic so he was to speak to anyone that wasn't one of our race, since in the land of Skyrim everyone spoke it since it was so common. So skipping two years or so, I decide that I was going to study Jorir. Now as cub his the amounts of agility and strength was far beyond rest of us had around his age, which I bet it cause how lived on his in wild for most of hia life. As for his fighting style he's wild, no form, no tactics, recklessly leaving himself open for attacks and unpredictable which is his only perk. So many of the tribe's best fighters taught him how to fight properly under Uncle's orders.

He learned three out of the six unique fighting-style of the Khajiit. Jorir mastered Hoa-Jit, Tee-Grot, and Feeri-Gic. Hoa-Jit is more Offensive type of fighting, allowing a fighter to overpower their foes with overwhelming strong attacks. This good for heavy hitting on people who use hand to hand combat, but the down side of that is that your left open to be harm since most the Hoa-Jit are slow do the next attack. Feeri-Gic is offensive/defensive since you can either fight with a weapon or shield, this allows the fighter to be able to move and cause considerate amount of damage to enemies with said weapon or shield. Perks of having a shield though is self explanatory. Feeri-Gic is a common way to fight among most cultures, blade and shield. So I won't explain that one at all.

Knowing more about Jorir as well as his past and me

Jorir seem to be more intone with using the fighting-style of Tee-Grot since he made his own blade to use for one hand use, but can two hand if wish to put more power inot his swings. He made his sword out of steel infused with a sliver coating down the mid-section of the of blade, the sword itself was about four feet in length and a three inches in width with a guard that was slightly more out there then it should been, but I'm guessing it was his first time he tried making a proper weapon and was trying to be on the safe side. Jorir ask the smith if he had any leather strips that were black, the smith did and ask for eighteen gold coins for six for the black leather strips. Jorir told me he made the sword out of memory someone dear to him, I asked who and all he told was that someone that mothered him before she felt that he was old enough to be on his own again. He named his blade Dovah's Vahrukt. This blade was held dear to him for some odd reason, but in truth I can understand somewhat since he made the blade by his own hands, spending days at the forge to make his blade to legendary status, using his Thu'um to make it to his liking.

My name is Shabar, as I write in my journal/autobiography, I'm Jorir's teacher, and friend. I attempt to lead him to make good choices, even if doesn't work all the time with him pranking some of the tribe members. Though I know little about Jorir, I could tell a few things about him. Such that he separated from his real parents at a young age, he had been living in the wilderness for most of his life, that someone did help bring up in the wilderness before abandoning him, and he like to wear work pants with leather armor boots that he tan to be light -grey in color and forest green shirt that had a hood attached to the back of the collar of the shirt which was a long sleeve until he cut the sleeves off because he told me one time that sleeves constrain his movements when he swung his sword.

Now that enough info about my friend/ student, I did say that this would be somewhat of an autobiography. I wrote down a paragraph ago, My name is shabar, born on the thirty-six moon cycles and fourteen years ago. Right, so... I help with making and understanding Dwemer technology, even though the Dwemer race as return after five years of when Alduin was killed by the Dragonborn (which that event happened hundred fifty years ago...) they have made things a bit easier for us in the land of Skyrim since our tribe's village are on there good side since we don't hate them for being more advance, we have welcomed them and now I'm under apprenticeship under of the third wises elder of their race. I have been developing inventions to help my tribe with labor inducing task as well some gadgets for Jorir aid him combat if a foe is too much for him. He usually uses them for pranks though...

About my sisters

I'm the second oldest of my family. I have an older sister whose named Nisja. She has been studying magic since I was two years old, she tired to teach me some simple spells, but I failed miserably at the water spell she was teaching me when I was six while she was thriteen. Nisja usually wore a shaman's attire like Auntie Atrapi, but she made the dress shorter so that her stomach navel would show and would wear a pair of shorts that would be cuffed under knee that would cover one quarter of her shin. Then my littler sister is Naazda. She is about now five and shows no special talents that me or that are family knows of yet. Naazda is very sweet and smart for her age, but she doesn't have any potential in being a witch like my sister nor to be Dewmer technologist like I am even though I'm still in training. Naazda does have nat for being cute and taming animals. She even tamed a wolf once who is now living with us. She name him Jeen-fo. Naazda's usually attire that she wears is just a small dress that fits her well. She also had one ear piercing on her right with a gold small ring that hugs her ear, but not tightly.

Present Day

Now Jorir, my little sister Naazda, older sister Nisja and I are all good friends. Inseparable. You won't find onewithout one of the other three. It's how we ran things. Also if you put us in battle you'll see that I'm the strategist, my little sister is the distraction, older sister is the magic user and Jorir is the fighter. I gather info and make neat gizmos to help the team and cause mischief in the village when Jorir is pulling a planned out prank. Jorir is obviously the fighter in our team. Naazda is the cute distraction that throws everyone off guard. Then my big sister Nisja. She's been study magic since she was four years old. She the witch of our little team. She helps us when me and Jorir when need to understand a relic of magically properties. Jorir gets fighting, I get machines and gadgets, lil sister is the cute disraction and big sis gets magic. Yea we are trouble maker, but we do help the village as well. So there is a balance to what we do in. We are all equally bad and good. Though we found a health balance. One that our village hates us for messing with the peace around the village with dumb pranks, but learned how to respect us since we pull more then our own weight within the village. We'll do more chores around village that we could handle with ease, doing more of the harder job that younger adult and a lot of the easier jobs for the elderly within our little village so that can live the rest of their days with ease. We also avoid pranking the elder since they have done their part for the tribe long ago and we don't want them to die of a heart-attack. Life is good for us in our small little village. *smiling happily as I shut my journal and lock it. Putting my quill back into the ink pot I would take my journal and blow gently on the page that I just written to make the ink dry faster. After drying some of the wet ink I would walk over to my nightstand on the left of my bed and slide the first drawer open and take what few papers in the drawer out of it. Taking the floor of the drawer out and placing on top of the nightstand, I would place my journal in the secret compartment then place the floor back in the drawer along with the papers on top of it*

Author's notes: Okay guys. This is the second bio, last one will almost be remastered and ready to be out soon! Also Stars before and after a sentences or pharse means that it's an action... Will probably change that or will not...Don't know yet... Another thing, if you guy play any games on the PS3 or PS4 look for Kuma_Ken18. We can chill and have fun or if you have questions on the bios and soon chapters, ask I will gladly answer them. Anyway that's just a suggestion. Have a great whatever day since I don't know what time you'll be reading this.

Dragon word Translation:

1. Dovah- Dragon

2. Vahrukt- Memory

3. Alduin- World Eater

4. Thu'um- Dargon Shout