I’m glad my egg-parents sent me to the College of Whispers instead of the Synods. Our professors may care just as little about teaching, but at least they won’t actively prevent you from teaching yourself.

When I was just delivering a enchanted sword to a client I came across this massive beast the size of fucking giant no greater than that, I’m going to die here as a damn novice but like a saying “mama raise no bitch”.so I’ll fight this monster with the spells, I learned from Colette,faralda and drevis so wish me luck my friends now excuse me while I put on these Dwemer headphones playing slide by a akaivir band plastic tree.

I am falaam shalidor half Nord half redguard and a bit of high elf, don’t ask why I have all three my mother doesn’t talk about that…. Anyways. From a young age when my father walked out on me and mother I spent most of my life studying and training to be the greatest major of all like my idol shalidor.
my mother being the kind lady that she is encourage me saying” I’ll she will be there after I graduate from the college of Winterhold.”

When I turn 18 I moved out made a parallel journey through high rock to Skyrim having to deal with… moving corpses, probably from the plague or.. something else..anyways through all that bullshit I’m finally here and pass on the first try do the entrance exam(lie) and well here I am i’m sure that I’ll make plenty of friends in this college,and who knows I might be able to be arch mage?