i enjoy hearing about the creative background stories people made for their characters. if you guys wanna post some of them here that would be awesome. and dont be afraid to go into detail. reading these is like reading a book about my favorite game!

My Breton: doesn't know any of his past
My Orc: banished from his old tribe for refusing to worship daedra
My kahjiit: A prince in Elswhyr who was badly wounded from a fight and was exiled to skyrim where he met the dark brotherhood
My high elf: ran away from the Thalmor when he was young because he didn't support their ideals, he eventually became arch Mage at the college of winterhold
My argonian: lived as a young pick pocketer in black marsh, eventually found his way to skyrim

My main character is a male Dunmer named Indoril. One of the last of his house, he was trained by the last grandmaster of the Ordinators and sent to Skyrim in search of power and wealth. His objectives include: revenge against House Hlaalu (finding and killing any members of the house), finding wealth, rare items and Daedric artifacts, and finding potential allies... Basically anything he can do restore House Indoril to its former glory. After learning that he is Dragonborn and a descendant of Tiber Septim, he takes the name Septimus Indoril and begins plotting a way to not only restore House Indoril to power, but also become emperor of Tamriel. He is a highly trained melee warrior and marksman who favors heavy armor. He is currently outfitted with Boethiah's Ebony Mail, the Masque of Clavicus Vile, the Ring of Namira, Mephala's Ebony Blade, Mehrune's Razor, Azura's Black Star, the Gauldur Amulet, and a particularly powerful bound bow.

I know a lot of this may not jive with lore, but it's a cool story (in my opinion) and the only role playing idea I've been able to stick with without getting bored...

Name: Ash
Race: Khajiit
Diseases: Lycanthropy at the moment, however plans to cure himself should the moment present itself then actively seen vampirism
Disorders: Kleptomania
Favors: Enchanted objects, potions, and gems
Forms of combat: Poison Assassination and dual daggers (Can easily dispatch an enemy in full steel armour when sneaking)
Guilds: Companions, TDB, Thieves

Back Story: Orphaned at a young age, Ash was taken into a traveling among the Khajiit caravans. Whilst traveling, Ash picked up a specific skill set. His wares mainly consisted of goods stolen from the previous town's inn visitors. After a couple years of working the towns of Elsweyr, Ash was arrested in Riverhold upon entering by Imperial troops. While imprisoned and being taken to the Imperial City, Ash managed to pick the lock on his chains and ran north.

After scaling the mountains between Cyrodiil he landed in Skyrim, in which he was then re-arrested. After nearly being beheaded, coming in contact with a dragon, and escaping, he found himself in Riverwood. After asking around, he managed to find his way into a dark brotherhood contract and put his blades to good use. While on his contract he was approached in Riften about getting extra cash and decided he would check it out after his contract was over. Following the end of his contract he then came into contact with the Thieves Guild, intending to sharpen his pickpocketing in order to carry out assassination contracts through the use of poisons. Shortly after his entry into the thieves guild he met the companions, who after giving much grief, allowed him to join and become part of the inner circle.

here's an old one of mine before i started playing skyrim, i put my character's backstory into sizable chunks inside spoiler tags, hope you like it




First name: Cyrus

Last name: Dralas (family name of the adoptive father)

race: Nord (a more tanned skin than the average nord and dark hair due to dilluted redguard heritage)


personality:

A calm and intelligent mind contrast with his big stature and imposing demeanor. he learned from his adoptive dunmer father everything from combat to blacksmithing, although his father wanted to teach him more in the ways of fencing he found that Cyrus was attuned to use 2 handed blades and so he often sent him on specific hunts in order for his son to improve himself.


Parentage:

Cyrus's adoptive father, Thoryn, was in his youth a wandering fencer and scholar, he often visited cities in order to visit their libraries and challenge passing warriors. approaching his 100 years of life he was sent to morrowind in chains as a slave and worked his way up until he was allowed by the argonians limited freedom to keep researching for them.






The beginning



Growing up



The ambush



Gin-Dar



Arrival in Skyrim



The Khajiit Brothers



Execution

Gutslit lived most of his life in Elswyer as an orphan on the street. His parents were murdered by the Thalmor for not complying with their ideals, and he was given quite a few dagger wounds on both his legs that were only ever halfway healed when he went to a healer. The murder happened due to religious disputes his parents had with the rest of the family members. Talos worship was something the rest of the family scorned them for ever since they took it up.

Gutslit's real name is M'rakic, but he refuses to have any ties to his family since they refused to raise him after the death of his parents. He never chose the name Gutslit, it was just a nickname he believed suited him as a given name. He's extremely self-conscious of what others see in him, so he covers everything but the tail. He grew up pretty much purposefully alone, but did have skooma parties with some of the local youth. He was extremely timid and afraid, spending days just hiding in the most obscure place he could find just to get away from the sight of the Thalmor walking the streets. He often would steal anything he needed since all his money was used to heal his wounds.

He accidentally stole a bow around the time he was 16, which sparked his interest in archery. He would spend days making his own bows and testing them or watching the archers practice. His sticks for arrows soon became much more arrow like as he watched fletchers doing their job. Soon enough, he found out a bow could be used for hunting. His hunting trips often became escapes from his life. The few friends he had would have to force him out of the trees when he was gone for too long out of fear that his quiet demeanor and personality was really hiding suicidal feelings.

He was obsessed with living the life of a hunter. He believed it was a free way of life. Hunting related dreams had now replaced the nightmares he was haunted by. What most Khajiit would call just a way to get food was happiness for Gutslit. His love of archery got him through his life prior to being sent to Skyrim for his recurring outbursts of violence against high ranking Thalmor.

He has had major depression since he was young, and always has been prone to obsessive actions and interests. He outright despises magic and only uses it for restorative purposes. He always pushes anyone wishing to be friendly with him away, in most cases, anyways. He denounced all religion after the murder of his parents. Religion is just pain to him. He despises Talos the most and sees Talos as a symbol of suffering. He's currently 29.

Many of his friends were members of bandit gangs, so he was part of one for a short time, but has put that life behind him after they were arrested.

My Dunmer, Moras Dravinith, was born in 4E 169 in Blacklight in Morrowind where he also grew up. His mother, Dirille, was a powerful
mage with roots within the Great House Telvanni, and his father, Devos, was a mere lowly commoner. Their short but passionate relationship
ended abruptly when Moras's father was caught up by some thugs he owed money. Moras's mother Dirille could've payed his debt, but the thugs
demanded blood - and Devos did not want to put his pregnant lover and his unborn child in danger, so he fled to Solstheim to work there as a miner.

However, this plan did not work out. The thugs began to threaten Dirille who gave birth to Moras shortly after. When the thugs went after Moras,
Dirille defended her baby valiantly but was soon overwhelmed by the thugs - before she was completely overpowered she whispered a prayer to Azura
that she might take care of her child. She was brutally killed by the perpetrators in front of Moras who was still a baby, but before they could get to the
helpless child, it disappeared in a flash of blinding white light.

Moras had been transported to Azura's realm of Oblivion. Here he was given a kiss by the Daedric Prince, and sent back to mundus. To Solstheim.
Moras was handed to a priestess of Azura, who delivered the child to Devos who had only recently arrived by boat. The priestess told Devos everything
that had transpired in his absence, and he fell to his knees in sorrow over the death of his lover. He was instructed to raise the child and take care of it.
The thugs in Blacklight had been sent to Oblivion for all eternity, so that they Devos and his son might return to Blacklight.

Moras grew up, and almost immediately showed an astonishing affinity for magic. However, he worked as a miner, like his father did, and so did not train
much, nor did he pay much attention to this almost unnatural ability. When his father died of a severe case of Bone Break Fever, Moras discovered a note
from his father. It simply told him to listen to the moon and star. Bewildered by this message, he set out on a journey with a good Argonian friend. All his
life, he had had otherworldly visions of a slender, womanly figure holding a half-moon in one hand and a star in the other. The visions became more and more
vivid and more and more frequent. The woman had never spoken to him before - but as the visions became clearer and clearer, he could see the word "North"
written in the stars behind the woman. At the time, he and his friend was in the Imperial City. He told his friend he had to go to north, and that he had to do it alone.

The tides of fate would take care of the rest, and eventually lead him to Skyrim.

Check the links in my Sig for Niamh's Blog and associated stories.

Playstyle:
- master difficulty
- one-handed duel-wielding dagger master. Alchemy; Like to have a good poison ready for a little venomous advantage.
- Vampire so that I can have enchanced sneak and better illusion based skills.
- Light armor, Alteration, Illusionist, and restoration to help give me an edge and more options for survivability.
- Master in archery.
- Fully mastered as a sneaky assassin
- Alchemy; got all poison perks including Concentrated poison.


Well my character's background story is pretty complicated. He ends up traveling to nearly all the provinces before ending up in Skyrim; actually I'm planning on writing a book series on him. I'll try and give a quick overview of his time in Elsweyr.

My character is Garveshi Avanichi, currently now an assassin in the lead of the dark brotherhood. Garveshi is one of the greatest crime and evildoers mankind has come to know amongst the southern provinces and was many things in his time. Thief, Bandit chieftain, Highwayman, Serial Killer (had his reasons for murder), Pirate Captain of the Topal Seas, duelist, bounty hunter, mercenary, etc. Born amongst the sands of the mighty Elsweyr inside the city of Senchal, a more wretched hive of scum and villainy. He was raised by an Imperial trader named John Aldrivich whom he called his father who took him and his brother, Malakai in after their mother left them to survive out in the streets.

In the city of Senchal, the only way to properly run a business is to have a good standing amongst the crime lords. One of the gangs, The Black Talon, was whom John owed fealty too. Having a run of bad luck on making good sales he ends up owing a debt to one Crime Lord Gorvair Endulith, leader of the black talons. Unable to ever gather up the money required to pay, ends up meeting the wrong end of a blade by one of Gorvair's lackey's. When the trade shop came to a close, Garveshi and Malakai were forced back out onto the streets again, except that now John's dept fell down to them having to pay it off otherwise they will end up meeting the same fate as he, so they ended up convincing Gorvair to allow them to join the Black Talons.

Helping out in many Crime Sprees, including extorting money from shopkeepers, robbing houses, or stealing goods from the local trade caravan, they ended up paying their dept to Gorvair. Not only that but Gorvair didn't want to let them go claiming that they are too good to be put out on the street so he ends up offering them a real position in the Black Talons. Of course, they agree and continue their Local Crime Spree throughout Senchal for many years, basking in the wealth it had provided. As several years passed committing crimes eventually began to change Garveshi and Malakai in different ways. Malakai was growing power-hungry, wanting to run the Black Talons for himself while Garveshi eventually grew more violent. He enjoyed mostly the occasional murder and espionage he had to commit throughout the city, resulting in him growing more violent and merciless everyday. Malakai however disagreed with Garveshi's growing violent attitude however and eventually grew to fear him.

One day, someone had arranged for Gorvair's assassination through a dark brotherhood contract and succeeded. Being the 2 most successful men in the whole organization, succession fell between Garveshi and Malakai. Garveshi had no desire for leadership and thus allowed his brother to succeed the Black Talons. But everything ended up in one twisted event after another. Malakai had now arranged for his brother to die, fearing that some men in the Black Talon may decide to start a war in Garveshi's name. In arranging for an "accident" Malakai ended up buying off and earning the trust of Garveshi's most loyal friends, they all end up betraying him one after the other. Eventually, Garveshi was forced to hide out in the very shop that John had died. The Black Talon had assumed that Garveshi met his end at someone elses blade...or so it would seem. Pondering over his thoughts that all his friends had betrayed him, he wanted revenge...on ALL of them!!! And so eventually he tracked them all down on his own, killing each and every one of them until his brother was the last on the hitman list.

Facing off against all the members of the Black Talon, it all filled Garveshi with an inner rage that could not be sated until he got to watch his brother's head roll on the floor. He ended up killing each and every one of them in Cold Blood. So many Black Talon elites fell at the end of his blade that pretty much the whole organization had been wiped out by his hand. Thus, their ending up being just one man left to kill by the time all the men had met their end at his blade. A great fight between Garveshi and his brother Malakai rolled out between eachother for a good long while before mortally wounding eachother. Garveshi in the end however, ended up decapitating his own brother like he had pictured in his own mind and burned the whole organization to the ground, thus leading him to leave Elsweyr and all he held dear.

After his adventures in the other provinces, he eventually ends up heading to Skyrim after being the most wanted by several organizations. He ended up retreating to Skyrim, where he had never set foot and no one knew him, a perfect place to remain anonymous for a time. Thus, leading up to the events of the dragonborn.

born in the rift. died in the rift.

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-Name: Arinbjorn Brondolf.

-Class: Brondolf Clan member (a warrior-sorcerers' Nordic clan from Solstheim).

-Race: Nord.

-Age: 20

-Occupation: Noble. Currently sort of "cast out" from his family (although he left them in good terms).

-Physical Description: Radiant blonde hair, (undecided) eyes, blue mystical face paint, muscular build.

-Main Abilities: One-Handed, Heavy Armor, Block, Smithing, Alteration, Restoration, Enchanting.

-Minor Ability: Speech.

-Misc. Abilities: His clan is extremely talented with Restoration/Alteration magic, being able to achieve feats like Teleporting both short and long distances, push/pull enemies, and minor Levitation, along with advanced Transmutation that allows him to transmute ingots out of raw ore, as well as iron ingots into silver/gold ingots.

-Personality: He likes to craft jewelry (a pretty lucrative hobby of him ), he also likes to mine up ore (he says it's "relaxing"...there's nothing written about tastes I guess), and to pick up any iron ore he can and transmute them up into gold ingots. He also loves a good bath in the hotsprings before some good sleep time and, of course, the three essentials every true Nord likes: To Eat (and to eat WELL), To Drink (also WELL) and To Fight (..a good fight, of course:D ).

He's a Stormcloak symphatizer, and while he has no real grudges against other races, he tends to dislike Dark Elves (can't help it, since they invaded Solstheim, and his brothers had to fight them back). He also hates the Thalmor with a passion, thinking that the only thing worse than their intentions are their ways to achieve them. He doesn't 'really' hate the Empire, but rather feel pity for them, as they've fallen so far to become the Thalmor' puppets, but although he doesn't hate them, he knows they're also an enemy now, and fights them wherever they're found.

And about himself, being educated in Solstheim's Royal Family, he's a very educated and righteous person...most of the times, as he's also pretty quick to anger. He generally likes to do deeds and dislikes injustice.

-Background: Arinbjorn is the 17th son of the main branch of the Brondolf clan, a royal family who has ruled the united realms of Solstheim and Lokken long since the days of their most famous ancestor: Benrahir Brondolf, out in the days where the Nerevarine still roamed the lands of Morrowind. His childhood days in Solstheim Kings' Castle (located on an island north of the Skaal village) were filled with happiness and lack of any worries, which allowed him to concentrate on training in combat basics with Heavy Armor and sword-shield, and studying in the magical arts of Restoration, Alteration and Mysticism, schools which all of the Brondolf members are naturally talented (especially with Teleportation magic). But being the late son of a royal family didn't had any benefits in terms of heritage, so Arinbjorn decided to leave Solstheim and his family, and to look out for his fortune elsewhere.

He didn't leave with empty hands, though. Before parting ways, it was given to him a valuable family heirloom: a magical Bag with an infinite Holding capacity, filled with his favourite armor and equipment, a nicely forged sword, and some gold. With the blessings of his family, Arinbjorn left Solstheim and reached Skyrim, following word of the Stormcloak Rebellion. Feeling sympathy for the Stormcloaks, he began to "unofficially" help them as much as he could. But things went bad when he went to help a small group that fell into an Imperial ambush. In the middle of the battle, and preventing the disastrous outcome, Arinbjorn's last act was to magically seal his Bag, making it vanish and transform into a mere tattoo in his right arm -"In the case I'm killed", -he thought-, "at least the Bag and all which is inside of it will teleport back to Solstheim". His sword, equipment and armor were sealed inside of it as well (as they were magically linked to the Bag), along with all the valuables he picked up along the way, leaving him effectively naked in the middle of a sea of enemies. "It's for the best" -he thought- "That armor and weapon can't fall in hands of the enemy, they're far too valuable for that....but how shameful...how shameful for a heir of the great Benrahir...to die naked".

Not a minute too soon he did that, because a few seconds after, he was knocked unconscious.

(Events of the attack at Helgen)

Arinbjorn slowly wake up, and he realized many things...first, that he was dressed with some stinking rags, second, that he couldn't move his arms and third, that he was, in fact, being moved against his will. He was in a cart with some other Stormcloak soldier, a petty thief, and another tighly tied (even more than him) man. As he was slowly recovering his senses after the hit that left him unconscious, he was informed that they were captured by the Imperials, and that they were being driven to Helgen for their death penalties. But as soon as the headsman' axe was going to fall into his neck, a dragon attacked the town. A dragon. Arinbjorn and his Stormcloak buddy barely managed to run and reach a safety zone, and escape from the monster.

"We barely managed it" -Ralof said. That was Arin's partner name- "Come here, I'll untie you".

As soon as he reclaimed freedom, Arin's spirits (which was pretty down after being captured) recovered his normal optimism. He took some moments to relax and breathe, despite the battle sounds and the roars of that flying demon that could be clearly heard.

"Come now, we have to leave, before the dragon finds some way to kill us!"

"Just a moment" -Arin replied-, "I've to get my equipment back".

"Get it back? From wh...?"

Before Ralof could end his phrase, Arin touched the tattoo of his right arm with a drop of his blood (he was pretty scarred, so he hadn't any problem in order to get some), and slammed his hand into the ground. A tiny, almost molecular-sized bag then appeared, which grew bigger and bigger as he lifted his hand, until it reached nearly half the size of Arinbjorn himself.

Ralof was deadly surprised by that amazing feat. "What was...that??" -he asked-.

Arinbjorn smiled with satisfaction and a bit of pride, as he opened the Bag and grabbed his sword. "It's magic. And with it, and this" -he grabbed the pummel of his sword even tigher-, "we're gonna give hell to those Imperials!".

The duo opened the exiting gate, both wondering what they would find outside, and what destiny would hold for them...

Eh, currently I have two stories going on. My werewolf character pre-Lycanthropy http://chorrol.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=5035&st=100. My two vampires http://chorrol.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=4987&st=20.