thread is simple... state who you are in game and what your story is up until the point you are at now... and please keep it spoiler free since some of us are further along than others... ill begin

I am Zeverus, a Nord who was imprisoned for being in the company of stormcloaks in the wrong place at the wrong time... When i escaped Helgen I made my way to Windhelm were i planned on starting a new life. I got to know the towns people and helped out were i could. After a series of unfortunate events which i will not say the details of i became a werewolf. At first it seemed like a gift but then a curse. having to lead a normal life during the day but having to hide in the forest at night became a chore and a curse. Soon after I found out i was dragon born, and being overwhelmed with the responsibilities it brought and the everyday battles of lycanthropy i fled town. I journeyed north traveling on foot during the day and hideing in the forrest at night to avoid being seen transforming. Sometimes i would find myself waking up in the middle of nowhere surrounded by dead bodies. I eventually found Winterhold. I entered the college of Winterhold were i began intense training in the arts of destruction, conjuration, and restoration. I eventually became a skilled mage and with the discipline magicka training brought i eventually learned to control my lycanthropy. Now i transform at will and have become all around a new man. I have seen dragons wrecking havoc around skyrim and have accepted my responsibilities as dragon born. I am currently making my way back to Windhelm a new man, ready to face my destiny

I'm Uhtred (named after a character in a series of books by Bernard Cornwell who happens to be a warrior around the time of the Vikings).

So, being a Nord (Viking) I kill, [censored], loot, pillage...fun!

a bit short but sounds like a typical nord lol

cmon guys dont be shy lol ;P

Read sig. v

very nice

I had to make a new character but she'll be the same as the original.

She's Verse, a laid-back to the point of shirking responsibility Breton. After accidentally crossing into Skyrim while on the road looking for more work, nearly being executed for being in the wrong place in the wrong time, almost getting fried by a dragon, then escaping with a nice underneath the whole 'I'll watch you die for being in the wrong place' Imperial soldier, she escapes and tries to avoid anything to do with dragons, stormcloaks, imperials, or fighting in general. Unfortunately, keeping her word to tell the Jarl of Whiterun about the dragon means she's going to get way over her head.


She's the unwitting champion who doesn't realise it until it's too late for her to bow out; she's lazy but she'll do the right thing. Ultimately, her loyalty will lie with Whiterun, the first place she's ever called home, where her hubby and friends live.

Some call me Tim.

I'm truly sorry for that. Quoting Monty Python in this day and age should be punishable by exile from society. Yeah, they are funny. They truly are. But it's ruined by mimicry. That is to say that Monty Python is funny, me quoting Monty Python is not.

Playing a Dunmer mage. I'm not entirely sure on who the character is. He despises the abuse of the innocent. But he's also supposed to be a follower of Azura, Boethiah, and Mephala. This causes some conflict.

I'm Arctus Valaai, dunmer nightblade. Before you start asking me about the best cornerclub in Balmora to nurse a flagon of greef, I'd better explain that I've never had the pleasure of seeing Morrowind - the lizard men can have it as far as I'm concerned. My father and mother made it into Skyrim after the eruption of Red Mountain, and struck up a small bookselling business in Windhelm. The Nords were as chilly as a Solstheim winter but I had a decent kind of childhood all the same. The war changed all that, and the men who came back had no love for elves. I was young, gifted with a little magic, and wanted nothing more than to climb out of my father's little realm of literary oblivion and explore Tamriel proper. My parents had lived to see the twilight days of the united empire, and the world I found was fragmented and broken, scorched by the zealot war machine of the Aldmeri Dominion. Young, foolish and idealistic, I got myself involved in the Hammerfell Resistance. Long story short, the Thalmor fingered me for a troublemaker and I made a run for it. I knew if I could make it across the Skyrim border, I could get lost in those jagged cliffs and snowy wastelands. How far would the Aldmeri go for one idiot dunmer? Didn't even see the Mede's chopping block coming.

After escaping Helgen, My first thought was to get back home to Windhelm, but the resistance here is in full swing, and I'm not sure which side of the war I'm on. Skyrim is my home as much as a Nord's, and I don't intend to let it fall into Thalmor hands. These dragons need to be dealt with too - I promised a friend I'd warn Whiterun about them, and after that I'm going to pay a long delayed visit to the College of Winterhold. I'm not sure if the Arch-mage remembers my father and his regular deliveries to the Arcaenium library, but I need more than sparks in my hands the next time an executioner puts my head to the block.

I am Gunnar Wulfric,Nord...Son of Skyrim and a warrior for Clan Stormcloak. I am a member of the DB as well. I've done battle with and killed 8 dragons so far. The Sword and Axe are my weapons of choice for close combat and the Bow of Embers for longer range attack.I perfer destruction magic and use "fire" for burning down my enemies. This is my first play-thru using this combination,next....I'll probably use a Dark Elf to try the thieves guild quests but that is hours away as I still have plenty to do in this iteration.

Odin Storm-Blade was born in Skyrim, but raised in Bruma. His father was a heavy drinking blacksmith, and his mother took care of their small Bruma cabin. Odin's father died when he was only 13 from being kicked off his horse when he was drunk. Odin was forced to take care of his mother and younger brother. Years go on as Odin hunts and skins game for his family. At age 18 he joined a small sub-faction of Nords in the Fighters's Guild, calling themselves The Snow Watchers. Dwelling in the Bruma mountains and fighting off bandits and other undesirables. At age 25 Odin's younger brother Jarlo, had a wife that was [censored] by an Imperial Captain. Jarlo jumped the captain at night and slit his throat. Odin was with Jarlo when he did it and put Jarlo into hiding. The Imperials caught Odin and tortured him to confess to Jarlo's where abouts. A few days later some beggar told the Imperials where Jarlo was hiding. They executed Jarlo, and imprisoned Odin, his sentence was life. After 5 years in prison working the mines, he slowly dug a tunnel in his cell. At age 30 he escaped the Bruma jail, and has been an outlaw in Cyrodiil for 5 years. At age 35 he decided it was time to return to the fatherland.. Skyrim. Odin planned to cross the border at night time. But was unaware of the civil war brewing, and was captured by his dreadful enemies. The Imperials. The rest is history.




Name: Odin Storm-Blade
Race: Nord
Age: 35
Occupation: Ex-Stormcloak Officer, Member of The Circle, Dark Brotherhood Assassin.
Weapon of Choice: Forsworn Bow.
Apparel: Stormcloak Fur Armor, Dark Brotherhood Cowl, DB Gloves, DB Boots.