[@Thantos][@The Grey Dust]

Some shouts from outside easily awoke Mithias from his room in the Bannered Mare inn. In all actuality, he hadn't been sleeping, only biding his time in an effort to appear more human by his habits. Truth be told, Mithias hadn't been human in a number of weeks now, certainly months. He had been masquerading as a traveler since the day it happened, the first day he had craved blood. 

For days, Mithias hadn't been feeling well. As much as he didn't want to return home empty-handed to his master, Reginald Harris the blacksmith, he wasn't going to be able to finish the trip. The small caravan of merchants he had been traveling with had to go on without him. Unexpectedly ill, too weak to sell wares, negotiate for materials, or physically deter thieves, he took the blacksmith's cart and split off, turning around to come home. It was night when he arrived. Alone, he put away the horse and locked up, assuring Master Harris that all was well before collapsing in bed himself. That was the night he died. 

The next thing Mithias knew, he had killed everyone in his master's home, including dear Reginald, a man, who had been like a father to him. Blood on his hands, Mithias knew only then what had happened, that he had succumbed to vampirism. Distraught beyond belief and afraid, he fled, but not before taking his teacher's old swords. They were his now, dear reminders of his adopted family and what tragedy had befallen them. They would protect him, as his master would have wanted, not having any sons himself. Now would begin his search for answers. 

Thence began his life as a vagabond, an innocent traveler with a dark secret. Mithias fed as much as he could get away with peacefully, but eventually, people began to suspect. He would always have to keep moving from town to town to stay ahead of suspicions. It had been months, but he had yet to find any shred of evidence of another vampire. 

He found himself in Whiterun this night, and to his perception, the town was under attack by a pack of bandits. That was his first thought as he grabbed his swords and quickly left the inn before anyone else. He had better strength and speed than most of non-vampires, and with even his fresh knowledge of the twin swords techniques, he would surely be a great asset in turning back the invaders. Perhaps the rep with the locals would buy him more time, some gold reward, or even better some lovely lady visitors in the evenings. ...he was mostly interested in an easy meal. 

And so he ran outside. The action seemed to be toward city gate on the main street. Guardsmen and able-bodied laymen were rushing this direction, not yet noticing Mithias coming forward to join them.