I have never been one to shy away from a fight. It is in my blood, ingrained into the very fiber of my being. The rush of battle, the clash of steel on steel - it is where I feel most alive.
But lately, I find myself fighting for something more than just survival. I am fighting for redemption.
The memories of my past haunt me like specters in the night. The years spent as a slave, bound by chains both physical and magical, still linger within me like a festering wound that refuses to heal.
My escape was not an easy one. The price paid in blood and pain was steep, but necessary. And yet, even now as a free man, I cannot shake the feeling that my past will forever define me.
I seek solace in battle - each foe vanquished brings me one step closer to redemption. But with every victory comes doubt: can a man who has done such terrible things ever truly be redeemed?
My former master still hunts me relentlessly, his shadow looming over every step I take. He sees me as nothing more than property to be reclaimed - a weapon to be wielded once again.
But he underestimates me at his own peril. For though he may have branded lyrium into my flesh and twisted my magic for his own purposes, he could never break my spirit.
I am Fenris - warrior elf turned living weapon turned free man seeking redemption through blade and bloodshed. And no matter how many enemies stand between me and absolution, I will fight until my last breath escapes these scarred lips and only then shall true freedom finally be mine.