Basho Traa SSE

An Orcish follower, slightly different. Designed for wolves.

Name: Basho Traa

Race: Orc

Gender: Male

Main skill: two hands

Alignment: your choice

Location: Riften

Marry?

About: Basho was kicked out of his family because of his unusually fair skin. His clan is very cautious about who you can hang out with. His father, though Orcish, still had feelings for the Northern woman, so Basho was born. He was kicked out along with his mother. His father did nothing to stop it. His mother went to great lengths to provide for him while their mother tried to settle down during the trip, but that was not to be. She often died on his account.

Since losing his mother, Basho has been wondering about Skyrim and surviving in the wild. He hates his father for what he did and blames his mother completely, I will be healthy, the endgame.

"My grandfather said that everyone must leave something behind when they die. A child or a book, a painting or a house, a wall or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden filled with plants. When you die, there is still a place to go, and when people look at that tree or flower, your planet, you are there." - Ray Bradbury

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Name: Basho Traa

Race: Orc

Gender: Male

Main Skill: Two handed

Alignment: Whatever you choose

Location: Bee and Barb, Riften

marriable?: Yes

About: Basho was cast out of his clan because of his strangely pale skin. His clan was very cagey about who you could be with. His father though Orcish still feel for a Nord woman and so Basho was born. He was cast out with his mother. His father did nothing to stop it. His mother did her best to provide for him as they traveled trying to settle down but it was not to be. She so often went without for his sake that she ended up dying.

Ever since losing his mother Basho has been wondering Skyrim alone and surviving on the wilds. He hates his father for what he did and blames him entirely for his mothers i'll health and eventual end.

"Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book, a painting or a house, a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or flower you planet, You're there." - Ray Bradbury