You have 100 in Smithing and have never made or upgraded any armor or weapon.
You choose a follower, not because of how powerful they are, but how nifty they'll look hanging around your new place as a steward.
You regret having joined the DB because it means you'll have to travel a lot further to buy lumber when you kill Hert.
Your cannibalistic vampire assassin wakes up in her coffin to a surge of vampiric power and a Mother's Love.