#i love mirvon but his backstory makes me sad LMFAO

[nirnrootic]

thinkin abt mirvon this fine morning .......... to most, it's obvious he's hiding some kind of disfigurement, with his full body coverings. to some, it's so obvious, that they think he ought just show it anyway.

but mirvon knows it's better this way. even when he takes it all off, to steep himself in a bath, or to take tender care of his long, long silken hair, his last vestige of beauty, he doesn't like staring too long in the mirror.

memories sometimes cut through like a seared knife. burning, slicing, agonising. he is the result of war, of the pain and suffering of argonians for far, far too many years. he was only a child, less than five years old, when the accession war was waged. his village was one of the first targeted, since they were so close to the southern border. he survived, somehow, by the blessing of his mother who hid him prior to her death. he was taken in secretly by an argonian nurse, who supported the war, but only against those that actively targeted her people, such as house telvanni. her heart was torn to see villages, oft so separated that they were unaffiliated with houses and house squabbles, torn to shreds and burnt to black dust.

she took him into the depths of the black marsh. deep into an-xileel territory. mirvon thought of her as his second mother, an angel where he might've been left to otherwise starve and perish in silence; unknown and unremembered.

but there were great punishments that would lurk in the horizon. years later. for, harbouring a dunmer in an-xileel territory, would result in pain so agonising, that her entire family, mirvon included, wished they would simply drop dead rather than face an-xileel wrath.