Skyrim Protagonist

Parents: Father, Bragl Djarn, nord; Mother, Hlanus Arethi, dunmer
Name: Moirs Djarn Arethi, dunmer
Birthdate and Age: 7th, First Seed, 4e 178 (age 22)

Background:

Bragl Djarn was a sailor on a merchant ship. He was forced to retire because of injuries sustained in a pirate attack and returned to his home in Anvil. There he met the dunmer maiden Hlanus Arethi whom he later married. Soon his son, Moirs, was born on the First Planting holiday.

His mother schooled him in academics, virtues and the ways of the world. His father instilled in him the value of hard work. As he grew older had become a rather proficient hunter and had begun to sell hides and venison in the Anvil market. He was about to embark on his first Fighter's Guild job when tragedy struck.

At the age of 16, he watched his parents murdered at the whim of Thalmor agents who had accused his father of Talos worship. He fled Anvil that night. He couldn't stay with any friends and endanger them. Unsure what to do, he wandered Cyrodiil for several years, selling furs and meats he'd hunted in the wilderness. He also began to drink too much, more and more, until one day he woke up in a wilderness camp next to the strangled body of a Thalmor agent. Another lay nearby with her throat slit. He didn't remember doing that. No, no memory. He wasn't sure he even had the conviction for murder, despite his hatred toward them. For all he knew he was set up, the Imperial Legion on its way, but he felt odd, very different... and why would he be thinking about a dragon right now, of all times?!!

After hiding the evidence as carefully and quietly as possible, the clarity of what he needed to do struck him, go north to Skyrim, to his displaced people. He would find his dunmer relatives. He would learn why his parents died. He would learn who this "Talos" is. He would find himself again.

His journey was mostly uneventful until he crossed over into Skyrim... Moirs is now being led to his execution.

My characters father, a Breton, met a lovely Nord woman after saving Kvatch, down at the camp. For his heroic efforts, they made love, but never saw each other again. It was this Nord woman who bore the son of the Hero of Kvatch, the Champion of Cyrodiil. He, too, met a Nord woman, and together they had two children, a girl and a boy. The girl became a skilled hunter, but one day, after venturing out into the woods, she was never seen again. The Nord lineage continued on and 200 years later, a less noble family member was caught crossing the border to Skyrim and mistaken for a Stormcloak spy sent to Imperial City to do spy work. He was thrown onto the execution cart...

Name: Thorek
Race: Nord (Male)
Class: Warrior, Mage
Affiliations: Stormcloaks, Companions, College of Winterhold
Perks: One-handed, Destruction
Marriage: Yes, a Nord female
Background: The only child of a chieftain father and a mage mother, Thorek grew up in relative luxury in a small village in west Skyrim, which, as a teen, overzealous Legion soldiers looted and razed, slaying Thorek's parents. Thorek escaped into the western mountains along High Rock and Hammerfell and spend years adventuring and learning the ways of combat from the Bretons and Redguards. Unfortunately, upon his return to Skyrim, Thorek found little had changed and faced death after a deadly brawl with some drunken Legionnaires.
Personality: Thorek wishes to make his parents proud, free his people and reclaim their glory. Thorek does not trust foreigners in Skyrim, especially non-humans like Orcs who he fought frequently in High Rock and Argonians, Khajiits and Dunmers whom he sees as criminals.

Name: Severa Dorvayn
Race: Imperial (Female)
Class: Assassin, Ranger, Thief
Affiliations: Dark Brotherhood, Thieves Guild
Perks: Sneak, Archery, Lockpicking, Speech
Marriage: No
Background: An orphan from the Imperial City, Severa lived and survived through manipulation, theft and murder. Necessity become occupation as Severa joined with various bandits over the years robbing traveling merchants, swindling wealthy townspeople, stealing priceless relics and occasionally slaying a cheating husband or merchant's rival for coin. One consistency in her life was a Dunmer thief with whom she fell in love, but tragedy would befall them as an ambush by the Fighters' Guild would tear them apart forever. Her lover dead and the Fighters' Guild chasing her, Severa fled Cyrodiil to Skyrim only to be captured by the Legion.
Personality: Severa isn't ruthless or necessarily evil. Her path of crime began as a necessity of living on the streets alone, and upon becoming good at it, and knowing nothing else, it became her way of life into advlthood. Severa feels for the downtrodden and will support and defend them if possible without favor. Having no surname of her own, being an orphan, she adopted the surname of her Dunmer lover, Dorvayn, in his memory.

Name: Azuk gro-Khash
Race: Orc (Male)
Class: Warrior
Affiliations: Legion
Perks: Block, Heavy Armor, One-Handed, Smithing
Marriage: Possible
Background: A descendent of refugees from Orsinium in High Rock, Azuk has grown up in Skyrim, though his family frequently moved from place to place. Azuk realized young his greatest gift was his courage and strength, and pursued the art of war with a religious devotion. Azuk would become a mercenary working for anyone willing to pay coin doing odd jobs, slaying monsters, guarding people and property, etc. Unfortunately, Azuk's former employer sought to cheat him of pay and when confronted ran to the Legion with wild accusations of assault resulting in Azuk's arrest.
Personality: Raised among the various people of Skyrim, Azuk is welcoming of others, despite prejudices held against him. Azuk is older now and has served many masters and has been involved in many conflicts, but shows no signs of slowing down. Azuk looks to pave a path for Orcs to be accepted within the Empire.

Name: Lysandus Aquila

Race: Imperial (Male)
Class: Warrior/Scout
Affiliations: Former Legion Scout

Background:

[indent]Lysandus was born in Chorrol, on 171 year of the Fourth Era, the same year the Great War starts. Seeking refuge, his parents transfer to the Imperial City and his father was enlisted in the Legion. In 174, the city fell, and even if his parents were killed during the battle, his grandfather managed to reach the city and bring the child back to Chorrol where he spent his childhood. He attends the local schools and spent the free time hunting and exploring the forest of the Colovian Highlands with his grandfather Janus.

At 14 he enlisted in the Imperial Legion as an apprentice and student, seeking to embark in the military career. He then was assigned to the Cheydinhal Garrison and his deep knowledge of the forest acquired during the childhood made him one of the best scout of the region. When he was 22 he was assigned to an expedition in the now desolated and destroyed land of Morrowind, seeking to catch brigand band that regularly raided the northeastern region of the empire. There during a combat he took a scar on his left cheek. After six months from the starting of the expedition, he was recalled because both their grandparents died being old aged.

He then moved to Chorrol where he decided to take a seat. His passion for the wilderness make him leave the legion, sell the house he inherited and build a logde in the forest between Chorrol and Bruma. Life passed serene for almost 7 years, hunting and farming a little vegetable garden in the forest. Selling products to Bruma and Chorrol let him know friends that he regularly visit or meet in the local taverns.

But the last night, two armed men stumbled in his house in the forest. They was undoubtedly from Skyrim as their clothes suggested, they was nervous and agitated and they were runaway. As they start to talking to Lysandus, several flaming arrows hit the top of Lysandus' lodge and they start fleeing, the chasers made no difference between the men and start firing even at him. He didn't exactly know who they were and who these two man were, he run for his life while his house was burning irremediably. After nearly half an hour of run avoiding the arrows, a net fell down on him. And a man hit him with a club in his head. The last thing he remember was a sign on a tree. That type of sign, used by Imperial Legion Scouts, was used to mark the border of the provinces, he recalled that symbol and he tought: "Skyrim"[/indent]