I was born as an Ashlander, but was orphaned at the age of 6 years old when my parents were killed by orcs for the worthless clothes they wore and a few coins.

They took me for a slave and I toiled for them for 3 years, farming rubrush and saltrice. Child slaves aren't as productive as adults, so the children are used to farm at night when there is risk of vampire attacks. After a while of not being allowed to speak by the guards and fear of being detected by vampires, I forgot my native language, even my name.

Fortunately for me, I was rescued from their tyranny when the camp was invaded by the Imperial Army. A young Breton couple took me in and raised me as their own. He was a freelance agent and she was a master ranger. Having forgotten my name, they called me Gaticus Archimedes Windrider.

For 16 years, I studied the skills of stealth and security with my father, practicing with the shortwsword and working on my acrobatics. My mother insisted that I should also learn to use marksmen weapons and at least basic magic and alchemy so I would have the advantage of ranged attacks and could make basic remedies. She always said "Why run into harm when you can eliminate it before it ever reaches you?".

After my father died 4 years ago while on an Imperial mission, my mother changed. Her heart was broken and she slipped into a depression. She began reading alot of books about the 6th house and eventually joined the Imperial Cult. A few months after joining the cult, she left one day to Ald'Ruhn without even saying goodbye and I have never heard from her since.

I joined the Imperial Army and served for 6 months when they quickly saw my talents as an agent and an assassin. I was convinced to join the Blades and served faithfully for 3 years, doing what I was best at and loved. However, after discovering the treason and treachery and finding out that my father was killed by the IA because he refused to assassinate a child, I was enraged. I told the Blades I was leaving and they refused, telling me I would have to die if I wouldn't serve for them any longer. We fought and I slayed 4 members.

Today, with a bounty on my head, I am a rogue, travelling Vvardenfell and experiencing the wonders the world has to offer.
I earn money by working as a freelance agent and my services do not come cheap.