Sun-Xu wasn't always his name. He was once born as a little hatchling in the warm bogs of Murkmire. Walks-in-Warm's family and tribe always find it funny how he likes to row the mud and the bogs around the settlement. Many times he got into trouble because he was quite a bit of an adventurer like his father before him, and his father before him, and his father before him.

As he started to grow up and reach his mature age. he was very profound about his ideals about mates and life. He wasn't really into it. He felt he is not ready to love again after losing his love. The girl he once loved but never had a chance to tell her his feelings sadly found herself a mate/partner at the tribal event. Walks-in-Warm could not accept this. He was furious. He wanted to leave and he wanted to live. But his life was ruined. In his rage he ran away.

For years he sailed the coasts of Tamriel. Joined an imperial ship called Dark Moon. Stayed with the crew for years as a guard, a merc. His name was a subject of a joke usually. but he didnt care.

Months later he has decided he quits this unworthy job and settles down in morrowind. The dunmer and argonians weren't best buddies for many many years in history. But now after the war and after losing their main island thanks to that volcano. Things have changed. But in this deadly land he could not do much. At one night he have decided he rather go to the cold, frozen lands of skyrim than spending any more time in this barren desolation.

Upon his travels he encountered a strange ruin. He has heard about these dwemer ruins, but never seen any of them before. Although this ruin was different, he felt it in his spine. He have decided he enters and and explore it.

The ruin was quite a sight to see from inside. Weirdly nothing attacked him yet which he felt quite worrying. Many hours of exploring and two after two burned down torches he started to see some light. He has decided he checks this light out. The light was brighter and brighter with each step closer. The temperature started to get higher and higher. Walks-in-Warm weirdly started to like it even better.

The light at the end of the corridor was blindingly strong. He did not understand what could be such a strong and powerful light source. But he did not know it was a Dwarven Sun. An ancient device which even it’s creators could not understand much and they sealed it down.

Weirdly stepping closer into the room the light started to be dimmer as he reached closer to the Sun. He felt weird about it. Suddenly he felt an urge to touch this star. As he stepped closer he rethinked twice what he was planning to do, but his curiosity beat his fear. As soon as he touched it he realized the star wasn't that warm as he thought.

He smiled on it and wondered what is the whole purpose of this thing. Suddenly the star started to be brighter, warmer and his hand started to burn. But he didn't feel anything. It Didn't hurt, wasn't tingling. Just a warm pleasure in his spine. Then suddenly...

A Yellow sun fire sword showed up in his both hand. He had no idea what's going on.  But he knew something is not right. Upon letting the sword go, the sun's fire burned out and darkness came, so sudden darkness he faded out also.

Hours later he woke up in darkness and his palms burned. burned in fire. He had no idea what was going on but he thought he must escape. He managed to escape the ruin and wanted to go away, as far as he can from this place.

Nothing happened for many days under his way to the frosty mountains and lands of Skyrim since he managed to escape that ruin.
 
Under a starry night in his set up camp. A sudden tingling started to come into his palm. He felt an urge, a weird urge to ease. An itching that nothing calmed down. He had a weird idea. maybe the pain takes it away. 

As he beaten his fear he reached into the fire. Suddenly a weird feeling came into his mind and he closed his eyes. When he opened them out. The Sun Sword was in his hand. He... could not understand how that was possible. but after several tries he realized he can call out this weapon from touching any fire source. Suddenly one weird line came into his mind. 

"I have the power of the sun ... in the palm of my hand."

From that moment many feelings came into his mind. He felt many pain and memories about his name, about his past. He realized he needed a new name. a name which indeed makes him into a fearsome Warrior.

He started to call himself...: Sun-Xu

Once an argonian with a funny name, now a fearsome warrior. The warrior of the sun. He felt he was the chosen one. That he has the power which nobody can take away from him.

But suddenly he also felt that he cannot just be a normal merc. That is not enough anymore. He needs more… to ease this sudden new power hungry.

Several days and weeks have passed since he arrived in Skyrim and he heard about a fearsome warrior who might be his enemy, or his alliance. Under the trip he indeed heard about some resurrected group called Blades. So he has decided to visit their place. 

Days passed until he found it. A Forge on the top. A place to wait.