Kisven/K'y Anrual

Born Kisven Alteronis in the Altmeri city of Alinor in the month of Evening Star in the waning years of the first era. Only son of a noble family who's talents of elemental magic which in the past donated their children to the Psijic order. He was educated from a young age to harness his talents for magic in the use of combat, while simultaneously being taught diplomacy, history, and general knowledge. As a child he found himself sneaking around the halls of his family home listening in on all the gossip the servants would spread. He would even drop hints at false rumors when talking with his servants just to watch them spread it later. He discovered the power of information then, and instantly became an addict.

Shortly after his 13th birthday his family relocated him to Winterfell in Skyrim, saying he needed to learn from other cultures to truly harness his talents. His surrogate mother and father in Skyrim were a farmer and a soldier, poor in terms to what he was used too. He found himself enamored with Nord history and culture even going as far as to start drinking at the age of 15. Then one year in the month of Evening Star his world was changed irrevocably. Dark brotherhood assassins had been sent to kill his surrogate family, he had woke to the sound of footsteps in the hallway only to witness black figures plunging daggers into the hearts of his family. He killed both assassins in a rage of lightning vaporizing them and his surrogate families bodies in the process. His home now broken, he fled Winterfell, fearing he may be blamed for their deaths. As he managed to make his way to the Rift, a man came to his camp in the night. Wearing nothing but black robes and a hood. The man tells him he passed his test, and that his parents were proud of him, and now it was time to start his new life with the Brotherhood.

He spent most of his years following that encounter serving as an assassin in the Dark Brotherhood. His talents for information and manipulation had made his particular style of killing unique. With a little nudge of magic and his silver tongue, he could convince a crew deathly loyal to a captain to kill them in mutiny, only for them to realize what had happened moments after they had done so. Anytime he met someone he couldn't persuade he would simply torture, freezing their limbs and running thin streams of lightning on their exposed flesh. Other methods simply too unsavory to speak of, so much that other members of the Brotherhood were wary of him.

It was also during this time He discovered a shrine to Hermaeus Mora. He struck a deal with the Prince. Sacrifice his Left eye for a single book from Apocrypha the book could be chosen of course. So he chose a volume on lightning magics in an attempt to make his own unique strength with the element even greater. This was but a taste, ever since he has been looking for a way to enter Apocrypha to absorb all knowledge he can. His obsession with the Black bound books drove him to the brink of madness. He recovered from this in time, although some malingering effects still shine.

Sent on a contract to collect payment, Kisven heads to the sleepy town of Vulkwasten. It's there that he meets his match. He had brazenly told a few tavern goers of his plan to kill a bosmeri boy who neglected to pay. After this encounter he vanishes for a time only to return and kill the boy. But not without cost, Kashya Vulano tosses him from the balcony of the second story in the bar. Shoving her daggers in his back on the way down. The brotherhood comes and collects his near lifeless body for a ritual most profane.

His memories gone, he was given the new name of K'y Anrual, A member of the Blood march mercenary company, under Thalmor command to catch spies in the Dominion. Until one day all the members are slaughtered save for him. Now he resides in vulkwasten unaware of the darkness within him. His former foe now his greatest ally, where this will lead is yet to be seen....A great change had transpired in his kidnapping by Hermaeus Mora. He has not recovered his memory but been told of his past, this has affected him deeply. He may no longer seek out the lost memories after what he had learned in that torture. One thing is very certain, he came out a different mer than he was when he was taken in. The change might be slight, might be large, the tides have yet to ebb to show it. A fire had burned his home shortly after his incarceration. A body was found in the home but no evidence of whom it was. Assumed dead K'y had vanished into the world, hunting fragments of his past here and there.

He has returned to the world after a good time away, well not away but smithing in the sleepy town of haven. One day on a path to a client he stumbles upon cormount's tavern and stopped in to have a drink. To his suprise he runs into Kashya and others. Convinced to be cured of his affliction or dark gift, so that he may be present in his daughters life he sought answers and found them. It lead to Kashya and K'y wandering the breadth of the continent to retrieve the items required to achieve the cure. Items in hand and exhausted from the fight to gain them they make their way to hag fen. Where they partook in a ritual most foul. Kashya had unknowingly agreed to the Hags terms and in doing so inflicted more pain on K'y. The Hags took a large swath of his skin from his right arm and blood. Taking some of Kashya's hair. Then he was given the cure, in which he violently coughed and vomited out the affliction. The hags just are weird. His magicka reserves decreased, sense of smell vastly weakend, as well as his strength, and the unending thirst, has rendered him a bit more cautious until the full breadth of the damage the cure inflicted is known. Now he smiths for the ironleaf company, and trains some of the good folk of Courmount in Diplomacy, Magicka, and Physical skills.