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of having a hideous character who could be loved by no one

Ood Moniclon started as a confused Dark Elf, lost in the world of Skyrim. Amnesia hit him hard after he was assaulted by imperials and brought to the place of his death.

Narrowly escaping, He heads out to follow the man who helped him, which turns out to be a King hellbent on reclaiming his lands. Ood Moniclon had no objections, he had nothing to his name and had to build a reputation for himself, so he joined with the King.

Following a Dragon attack only days later Ood was summoned to a temple housed by the Greybeards. They taught him many things and with every incantation cast, he felt the powers growing within him.

Ood decided to take his abilities on a test run, heading North Easterly to complete a mission of initiation to his new kings army, the task: Defeat an Ice Wraith and return with evidence...

"Too easy" thought Ood

He couldn't stop here, the mission had given him thoughts that the imperials believed he was far too weak, but strength had grown tenfold on his journey, so he continued on...

Through the snowy tundra and across plains of shear ice he pressed forward, until he was met with with the first open sky he had seen in the region since his arrival. There across miles of ice, a silhouette of a large structure lay almost daringly upon a massive spire of rock.

It was the school of magic, and it would be his new home until he had decided to return from his mission and prove his worth to the power-blind king...

Weeks had gone by in Skyrim and with every adventure presented to Ood, his strength was growing unimaginably. But even with the power he had obtained, there was still void in his soul, for he had forgotten who he really was.

Memories were not what attracted the greater evils to his location though, it was his power, and the power of an item he was directed to. Dragons, Spirits, Bandits and even the evils within his school were unleashed, all seeking to grasp this power within their own greedy hands. There was no way for Ood to let this happen, this school was his true home now, and the people who occupied this place occupied his soul and were inherently one with him...

This was the strength he needed, and coupled with the Magnus staff, he had more than enough power to wreck havoc on those who oppose his rights of life.

And thus Skyrim was ridden of an evil unsurpassed by any known within his hollow timeline.

But...

With the decimation of the evil, came gear he had not seen before. This gear had belonged to the evils and had given them immense abilities. These were the reasons why Skyrim was threatened, and these were the cause of the choices he will have to make, Beginning with what is to be done with them.

There was only two options for Ood; Lock away the foul gear and protect it with the sanctity of the college, or attempt to alter it's purpose, reject the evil from it and maintain order across Skyrim...

It was later decided, chances would be taken as the safe was never locked, never filled and never sealed.

Ood had transformed from an assassin for the cause of good and the preservation of the kind-hearted, to a mage, Threatened by the evils of this gear.

Slowly he feels his soul being feast upon by darkness, He fights...

But he has never known such power...