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Name: Teleebra (Hit-Like-Child)
Race: Argonian
Gender: Male
Age: Late 20’s
Place of birth: Black Marsh
Appearance: http://i1229.photobucket.com/albums/ee466/Teleebra/Argonian8.jpg Uses a sharp Elven Dagger to take down his foes as well as his wooden Saxhleel bow as his secondary weapon, along with his fists as a close combat weapon.

Backstory: Teleebra was born in the town of Thorn in Black Marsh and raised by his mother and uncle, Teleebra was taught the ways of the thief by using bows, daggers and close combat with his fists by his uncle Saliath.

By the age of 17 he could already bring in stolen food for the family as well as ingredients for his alchemy experiments like a true thief, however his uncle got jealous and feared he would soon take his position in the town's secret exclusive Thieves guild and become better than himself. Saliath decided to kill Teleebra but make it seem like an accident, while Teleebra was practising his alchemy skills at his workbench, Saliath used a chameleon spell and while hidden sprinkled some Hist Sap from a Hist tree into his potion. When Teleebra picked up the potion he heard a crackle then a fizz, then in front of his very eyes the potion exploded leaving a ghastly mark on Teleebra's face (Hint the photo). When he noticed Teleebra rise barely hurt he froze, he could suddenly hear the thuds of his heart grow louder and LOUDER! A few seconds later his chameleon spell ran off and Teleebra, with an oozing face noticed him and gave off a shriek everyone in town could hear.

Sweat ran down Saliath's face into his mouth as he could almost taste his own fear. He ran as a few townsfolk rushed over, they tried grabbing him however he was too fast and managed to escape.

Teleebra clenching his face vowed a vendetta against his uncle and swore he would never stop until he's dead.

For many months he searched for his uncle but he soon realised he'd left the province, and by that time his mother had passed away, so Teleebra headed towards Leyawiin in Cyrodil and got a job as a bouncer in the Five Claws Lodge using his training from his uncle combined with his powerful fists to deal with drunken or unfriendly guests in the Lodge. People used to call him Hits-Like-Child but his name isn't to be taken seriously.

He knew he could easily pay the Dark Brotherhood or Morag Tong to track his uncle down but he wanted to be the one to deliver the killing blow on Saliath.

After working for almost 10 years along with tracking down his uncle, stealing from others and killing bandits that got in his way, he got word of where Saliath might be, with confirmation he headed to Harlun's Watch where he could see his uncle attempting to pickpocket a gold pouch off of one of the locals, he ran over, fists clenched tight, anger building up and with all his strength tackled him to the ground. His hands were tightly grasped around Saliath's neck, he said in a firm croaky voice:

"Why did you do it, WHY?”

Before he could get an answer, Saliath passed away, he released his grasp as two locals ran over to restrain him, however he was too strong and in his anger killed one of them with his Elven dagger, a Dunmer Inn owner, who looked like he had barely reached 25. Other locals puzzled and shocked screamed in fear, at the time a few Imperial City guards were coming up the hill so in fear he fled as fast as he could using his bow (Given to him by his mother when he was young) to keep back all the townsfolk who tried stopping him by using his bow as a shield.
After hours of trekking he finally got a few metres within Skyrim where he stopped and sat on a log of wood for a while to catch his breath. Minutes later he was later surrounded by Nordic authorities who must've caught on about what he did.

He was taken to the town of Whiterun where he was left in jail later to be sentenced, when court came into session by the end they could see he was guilty and sentenced him to death by execution.

My guy is an assassin from Cyrodiil. He doesn't come from a notable family, but found he couldn't maintain an honest profession so he turned to thievery just to hold off the tax collectors. Sometime down the road he found a very valuable amulet in a shop that could net him quite a few septims at a fence. Well the shopkeeper caught him in the act. Going to prison was not an option, and there were no other witnesses in the store. He killed the shopkeeper to escape and fenced the amulet for a hefty sum and hopped towns because the guards got a tip from an anonymous source that it was him, which was most likely his sister who he lived with. She was very resentful of his actions despite the fact she was not married and brought no money to the house.

Ever since killing the shopkeeper, he realized it was more satisfying, easier, and rewarding to kill the shopkeepers. After killing and plundering a few dozen times, the word spread to all nearby towns what was going on, so everyone started hiring mercenaries for personal security, so things were getting difficult. During a heist and after killing security and the store owner, while hiding the last body a guard walked in to check up on the shop. The assassin was caught and the guard was already alerting the town watch. He made a run for it out the back door and managed to divert the guards guarding the gate and narrowly slipping out.

After stealing a horse and heading North towards the next town, he was stopped by a patrolling legionary who wanted to inspect the his face and carried goods. He reluctantly got off the horse and uncovered his face and handed over his pack. The legionary looked through the pack and noticed a pouch of a large amount of septims, and within the septims was a marked coin. This marked coin was secretly issued to all shopkeepers in this section of Cyrodiil for shop keepers to keep within their store's funds, but to never give away. They were issued because they knew the murderer would never notice the difference of the marked coin between a regular one, so he would for sure take it. The legionary quickly reached for his sword, but the assassin was faster. He pulled out a concealed short sword and sliced the legionary's arm off before he could react. After finishing off the legionary and recovering his pack, he decided it was time to hit the road to another province. Skyrim was the closest one he could get to with minimal chances of getting stopped by patrols, so that's where he went.

Upon reaching the border of Skyrim, he was stopped by legionaries who too wanted to inspect his goods. There was a whole platoon of soldiers there, so there was no running or fighting out of this one. The marked coin was found again and the legionaries arrested him. He never expected they would know about it this far North, and was a little proud he earned himself some recognition with the title of "The Blood Money Killer".

He was taken to a prison in Skyrim and now awaits his impending execution, and wonders if his sister is doing okay.

heres mine My charcter has a weird backstory.His name is Dovaslen(Dragon flesh)-Hauls-Ropes thats right he is Hauls-Ropes-Fast's foster brother and Dovaslen is a nord.He hears storys of the Stormcloaks.He loaths Stormcloak and heads off to Skyrim.He has a bad temper and is ready to kill Ulfric.While in Solitude he gets a note from a mailman its from his foster mother Helps-Haul-Ropes,it is a sad letter about the death of Hauls.He was infact killed by the dark ones(the brotherhood).Dovaslen learns how to join and does.He gains there trust then when he is ready he kills them all in the hideout.The End.His gonna be a fast guy since he was taught by Hauls.

i must agree. im not into the rp thing and never done it, id like to try it tho. i can inmagine rp'ing in the first playthrough would actually be pretty cool since the world is all new to u and u don't know it yet.. and that would kinda fit the beginning of the game intro, comming from somewhere ( your background story ) and into this new world trying to survive. it sounds great in my opinion.

okay i'm on a Computer this time so i can Post it.


Image: http://i53.tinypic.com/25s7qjd.jpg
Name: K'helt
Gender: Male
Race: Khajiit
Age: 19
Birth Place: Leyawiin
Weapons: Two-Handed Sword and Frost Destruction Magic
Clothing: Usually wearing a Tan Hood, a Brown Ragged long Top with Black Pants and Leather Boots

Personality: Well mannered, Awkward around Strangers, Has long Temper, a good heart and not too much Self-Pride as he tries to have more Concern for others than himself.

Back-story : 4E 181 6th of First Seed, a Khajiit about 3 months old lay in a basket with a name tag reading "K'helt" at the door of an orphanage in Leyawiin. Raised there where a lot of Khajiit and Argonians were placed there from their Parents not being able to keep up with the price of having to feed and take care of their Child as they were unfairly taxed in Leyawiin just from their race. not even knowing who exactly K'helts parents were, or even when he was born, the people at the orphanage just made a logical guess from what type of Khajiit he was from the moon phase that would make him a Suthay-rhat and judged how old he was by appearance, which was "4E 181 7th of Midyear, Mnew Swaning" which was correct but they were never entirely sure.
Growing up there was quite tough while K'helt and other Beast kids were constantly judged by the other kids or advlts of other races whenever they said or did something due mostly to the racial issues in Leyawiin. it has affected him to this day where he is mostly Silent and really only speaks when Spoken too. K'helt's child hood was not great as he was mostly working and doing chores for the orphanage owner while the kids of other races would play. He was nearly treated unfairly in every way just from him being a Khajiit, although he could sometimes share some significance with the other Khajiit and Argonians at the orphanage. K'helt gave little thought to who exactly his parents were because he was usually occupied by doing chores or other activities.

Never taken in by anyone, he was beginning to get too old for adoption and made the chances even slimmer to even get adopted, at the Age of 14, he was kicked out of the orphanage and was forced to provide for himself. A few months of being a Beggar, he survived on Luck by the generosity of the people, although not quite common, some were surprised on how lucky he was to still live as if the Gods had an important role for him because most who were left on the streets couldn't survive long. Every day he would be in search of work and K'helt finally came across a small job available in Bravil from The Fair Deal, earned enough money to provide food but still lived on the streets. His Labor proved worthy in the job as he was slowly getting promoted and getting more money for his work, eventually enough to rent an apartment next to the Archers Paradox. On his free time he would spend time with a friend he had made over time, an Argonian that was a part of the Mages Guild that would sometimes teach him something about Magic as he would have no one else to share it with. They eventually departed as K'helt's friend gained access into the Arcane University, but while K'helt gained knowledge of magic from his friend wasn't great, he liked using Destruction as a petty magic trick.

With K'helt not being too satisfied with his repetitive life now, at the Age of 18 he made a big decision of moving and losing his job while it was risky because he was entirely unsure of weather he'd find another. He went to Imperial City and found a cheap settlement on the Water Front, but needed more money to pay for it. Luckily he found a job at Black Horse Courier and got the House with a nice view of the Lake. He noticed that his neighbors weren't too kindly faced though; he could tell they were rebels to the Law.

One day, K'helt could tell his neighbors were up to no good as they looked suspicious as if they had Stolen something, he decided to investigate and see if he could over hear them talking about whatever they did. As he listened, he was successful in hearing of what they had done as it matched the latest news he delivered in his Job about someone being murdered at the Arcane university while attempting to Steal a Great Welkynd Stone. he had no names of the person murdered until later he learned that it was his very friend he knew in Bravil. K'helt could no longer stand with the neighbors, and had to tell the Imperial Legion of their crimes! But K'helt underestimated the power that his Neighbors had unaware they were a part of the Thieves guild. For reasons unknown to K'helt, the crime was somehow changed and turned any evidence away from the Thieves Guild and made the Imperial Legion Skeptical about K'helt's Story. The Thieves Guild was aware of K'helt knowing the truth and would not take any risk of him getting the Guards to believe him. The crime was altered again and all evidence seemed to point at K'helt this time.
Just as what the Thieves Guild wanted, they got K'helt framed for the crime, and he was immediately arrested. Although he was never good at expressing his own emotion, K’helt was devastated from how unjust this was, getting arrested for telling the truth. He would not stand for this.

Not being able to remember how, but he managed to escape from the Imperial Legion and he fled up north and did not know where it would take him. Unaware that he was heading for Skyrim and that it was illegal to cross the border, K'helt was ambushed by a different party of Imperial Legion Soldiers. K'helt wasn't the only one found to be crossing the border at the time, there was a few others, some were Storm Cloaks, and some peasants, yet all were assumed to be Storm Cloaks including K'helt. One of the Imperial Soldiers recognized K'helt as a criminal and wondered why he was here. The other Party of Imperial Soldiers who were pursuing K'helt showed up with relief in their face finding that he was cought, the Imperial Soldiers had a quick argument of having control over the people they're arresting. The party of Imperial Soldiers that were pursuing K'helt knew the penalty for crossing the border, so they lied by agreeing that K'helt was a Storm Cloak they and left him with the other Party.

K'helt was sentenced to Death in Skyrim. While riding in a carriage with others who have tried Crossing the Border, they were being sent to be Executed, the others who crossed the border were arguing that Skyrim would be better off with the Storm Cloaks just from the arrogance that they were cought for what they did. They asked K'helt a few questions from being bewildered on how silent he was during the whole ride, but he was in deep thought on what was happening right now and why this was his fate.
K'helt was not aware he was part of a prophecy that would not allow him to die here, but to live in Skyrim being an important role for the Gods plan in the Elder Scrolls!

Name: Vladimir of Aleswell
Gender: Male
Race: Imperial
Appearance: Mid-size in height, Ripped in the muscle area, and the most kick *ss beard...EVER
Specialization: Combat
Favored Skills: 1h, Block, Smithing, Heavy Armor, Archery(for hunting), Alchemy
Factions: Companions, Stormcloaks


Vladimir was born in the settlement of Aleswell just outside of the Imperial City.When he was eight his mother was killed by an Imperial guard who thought she was trying to steal some food from the local market; turns out she had paid for it only a fews minute before, soon after his father had become a drunk. Ever since then Vladimir has hated the Imperial Legion. As Vladimir got older the beatings started. When he reached the age of 19 he was so sick and tired of his father's beatings he snapped and slit his fathers throat while he was chugging a bottle of ale. He dropped his last name for he was disgraced by being the son of such a horrible man. He would forever be known as Vladimir of Aleswell. He left Aleswell soon after to seek a better life, little did he know it was only going to get worse. He was planning on heading north. As he was leaving Aleswell when the words "STOP YOU CRIMINAL SCUM!" echoed behind him! He ran and ran and ran until he saw the city of Bruma in the distance. Then he came up with a plan to sneak over the border between Skyrim and Cyrodill. Just as he crossed he came across a body laying on the ground and searched around for a weapon. He found an Iron Longsword. He began to walk away when he was bashed on the back of the head with a club. He woke up to find himself in a jail cell. A guard had told him he was soon to be executed.....(the rest of his life story will play out on 11.11.11.!)

Name: J'Ram-Ku
Race: Argonian
Skills:
Archery
One-Handed
Smithing
Destruction
Illusion
Sneak
Light Armor

After Red Mountain erupted and destroyed Vvardenfell, the inhabitants of Black Marsh invaded Morrowind in its weakened and unstable state. Among the invaders there were two madly in love Argonians, Nakuma and Okan-Ru. After the bloodshed had died down, they met up in a small tent just outside of a ransacked Dunmer village. That was the night when J'Ram-Ku was concieved. About a month after being born J'Ram-Ku's mother; Nakuma, and father; Okan-Ru, were found dead. Because of the severe mutilation that had been done to their bodies, the initial cause of their deaths was never known. J'Ram-Ku was raised by a small group guerilla fighters that had made their way into Morrowind after the initial attack. He was taught to be agile, tough, resourceful, and to be scared of nothing! These few attributes would prove useful in the days to come. 70 years have passed due to the fact that the guerillas would not let him leave. He could never figure out the reason for this. Maybe they knew he was special. He finally left the unit to live out the rest of his life. He later decided that he wanted to solve the mystery behind his parents death.He had figured returning to the scene of the crime would be a good start. Although its been many years since it had happened, he still had hope that there could be a clue on to what had taken place that fatal night. Before he set off on this long trek, he geared up in case he would have to do any fighting. He grabbed a longbow, a dagger, a suit of light armor,and he was also lucky enough to be talented in the magic schools of Illusion and Destruction. He headed south through the trecharous forrest. He came across many hostile animals and creatures and nearly lost his life due to a wolf pack attack, but he endured and made it to the village. (Still a work in progress. Nowhere near being finished)

Tried doing research on the life-span of Argonians and didnt come up with an official answer. Still trying to figure out how im going to connect J'Ram-Ku to Skyrim.

Might have J'Ram-Ku meet a very powerful mage that lengthens his life or maybe have him become a vampire. Not sure yet....

Name; Cidius Esdrec
Age 219 (Looks 19)
Race: Imperial
Gender Male
Appearance Considered to be very handsome, strong, 5"9.

Cidius was born 3E 412 to Maria and Corvus Esdrec. He spent most of his childhood studying alchemy. His father, working as an alchemist in the Main Ingredient, came home and spoke of a potion to make one live forever. However, late at night, a strange hooded figure came and assassinated both of the parents, Cidius escaped, with the potion, stole his fathers bow, and shot the assassin in the back of the head. With his last words being "Sithis take my soul.." When Cidius was nineteen, 7 years after he became an orphan. He was praying in the Temple of the Nine, when he was arrested by the Imperial Legion for attempted assassination. As far as Cidious was concerned, he did not know who Madam Renaults was, while in jail, he was visited by the Emperor. Which he went on a quest to save Nirn.

I'll finish it later.

Interesting backstories you all have!Congrats!

Here is mine - long story short:

Name:not yet finally decided, but probably I'll go with Sreten Kalynov
Race: Probably Redguard
Age:28

BIO:
-born and spent childhood in Weye (small village west of Imperial City in case you forgot)
-at the age of 15, Imperial Legion arrests his parents and accuses them of being high-ranking members of Dark Brotherhood.His parents are executed, but authorities decide kid isn't guilty of anything, but must leave IC forever
-kid packs some family stuff and as he tries to leave, he is caught and severely beaten by neighbours as a warning never to return - after they are finished with him they took him to the woods and leave him there, thinking beasts would kill him
-he manages to get himself to a shack and heals himself as best as he could - meanwhile he reads books from his parents (The brothers in darkness, The five tenets) and also finds his father's diary - his fascination for DB grows more stronger
-he is found by two bandits that kidnap him as a hostage because they are on the run from the law. They escape Imperial Legion but start using kid as a slave
-after a year of capture, an opportunity arises and he kills his two captors, but tired, exhausted and shocked because of his first murders, he fells asleep too and is found next morning by Imperial soldiers that were looking for bandits all this time.They also find his DB books
and take him to IC for a trial - the court immediately recognizes him as a child they left alive a year ago
-he gets a life sentence because (of his age they don't execute him), but after four years in prison he escapes, killing two guards during escape
-he hides in forest for some time, changes visual apperance as much as posible, then adopts new name and heads towards Bruma - robs a merchant on the way and takes his gold, but spares his life.
-he settles in Bruma and starts working in Hammer and axe as an apprentice-soon he marries smithy's daughter and together they move in
-he accepts job as a courier of Bruma and delivers various messages across Cyrodiil
-after time passes, he starts a shady business with some other couriers, which involves robbing small settlement and lone farms. Despite young age he soon becomes a leader and carefully organizes the robberies
-once his wife eavesdrops on him having a conversation with corrupt Bruma guard about robbing her wealthy uncle. She betrays him to her father, who immediately tells everything to count of Bruma.
-he is arrested, his true identitiy revealed by authoriites, wife divorces immediately
-on the judgement day, manages to escape with his accomplices.They decide to escape towards Skyrim but are caught after crossing Border and recognized as Bruma prisoners.He is knocked out when fight starts and wakes up on the carriage.

Additional info:
-he's mostly a loner and not very talkative, although he was married for some years, he never spent much time with his wife, partly also because of his job which required him to be absent from home for longer periods of time
-he was desperately looking for DB in Cyrodiil but didn't find them, he'll join them in Skyrim if he finds them.
-he never killed a person out of pure lust for killing, but might kill someone who catches him doing misdeeds
-he might accpet a quest if:money is involved as a reward /a reward is said to be in the quest (e.g. someone promises him he'll find loot) / a quest seems to be challenging / he likes the quest-giver
-picpocketing, breaking into houses = yes
-his primary goal in Skyrim is to settle down for a while and think some things over
-he'll deny his dragonborn identity after facts become undeniable (I borrowed this sentence from OP)
-he likes children
-might get more evil as his ranking in DB progresses
-isn't very fond of the legion because they killed his parents
-likes to read books and drink alcohol

Name - Fortis Electus
Race - Imperial
Age - 24 going into Skyrim
Playtype - Mixed, prefers a blade.

Background -

Fortis Electus 's grandfather was Fortis the Blade, who was a Blade stationed in Cloud Ruler Temple during the Oblivion crisis ( he is an actual NPC in Oblivion.) Fortis the Blade had a son, Magus, who was an eager child that loved the epic tales of the Champion of Cyrodiil that his father would boast about. Fortis was a kind, and humble man, whose wife died of disease, and devoted his life to protecting the emperor and raising his beloved son. Being a Blade, Fortis trained his son to become and adept with the sword, and at age 14, Magus was inducted to become a Blade when he reached 18 years old.

After the events of Oblivion, between the death of Martin Septim and the rise of Titus Mede, the empire collapsed, and suffered a long and painful age of death and poverty. In this era, Cloud Ruler Temple was invaded by Dunmer refugees coming from Morrowind who were escaping the invasion by the Argonians after the city Umbriel collided into Morrowind. In this siege, Fortis was killed, as well as Baurus, Jauffre, Cyrus, and the rest of the blades. Magus tried to fight back, but the young ignorant boy was taken captive, and served as a slave to the new inhabitants of the fort. Three long years passed, as Magus served as a tortured slave. Midst all this suffering and cruel ownership, Magus hardened himself, and really learned what the ugly side of life was all about.

One day, Magus was forced to carry supplies to the carry trade supplies to the near town of Bruma, along with an escort of his slave master, and another guard. Upon their return, they found an old man in stunning armor knocking on the gate to Cloud Ruler Temple. "Your not welcome here, Imperial scum!" shouted one of the guards. "What happened to the Blades?" the mysterious man asked. "Who wants to know?" asked Magus's slave master, Myrek. The man turned around, his dazzling armor shining in the sunlight, " My name is Valen, and I demand entrance to Cloud Ruler Temple" he said. "Valen?! You’re the Champion of Cyrodill!" Magus exclaimed, “My father w-" Magus was interrupted by a hard slap to his face from Myrek. "Shut your mouth you runt, your father is dead!" Myrek ordered, "Now get out of here, so called Champion, all the Blades are dead, there's nothing you need here." "Dead..?" Valen said, "To who's hand?" he pleaded. "Mine, and my men, so like I said, move along" Myrek replied. Valen drew his blade, Umbra, and quickly dispatched the other Dunmer, and battled Myrek, leaving him mortally wounded.

Valen took the boy, and escaped to his palace in the Shivering Isles. After contemplating different options, Valen decided to take care of Magus, atleast for the remaining years of his own life, which were now down to a small number. Valen lived for another 7 years, leading a very adventurous life for his protegee. Since Magnus was not eligible for the Throne of Sheogorath, he returned to Cyrodill.

A new, hardened, educated, and fearless warrior, Magus stepped out into Niben Bay. The empire now being somewhat rejuvenated under the rule of Tidus Mede, young Magus decided to live his life the best he could, like his mentor Valen did. He roamed Cyrodiil, and took up all the quests and tasks his deemed important. After 30 or so years of adventuring, he decided to settle down with his pregnant wife Anya, in the country of the Colovian Highlands, where he grew up. He lived a peaceful retirement, and raised his son, Fortis Electus. (Fortis after his real father, and Electus, this means “the chosen one” in Imperial, after Valen, who was chosen by Uriel Septim VII to be the Champion of Cyrodiil). He taught him to hunt, and fight with a blade, as well as teaching him survival needs for the wild. He also educated him with science, math, history, and literature. He told tales of how him and Valen would travel through Tamriel, taking part in epic events. He taught Fortis about his ancestry and his grandfather, as well as the blades. When Fortis was 17, he was now deft in every skill his father taught him. He would defeat his father in duels, outscore him at target practice, and beat him at any other challenge they could think of.

Fortis and Magus spent their last night together on top of a nearby mountain peak, gazing at the stars after a long hunting day. Magus told him of the constellations, and told him of the tale of Alduin the World Eater. Strangely, Fortis found this to sound vaguely familiar, like a hitch in the back of his head told him he'd heard this before. Suddenly, they heard a woman's scream echo through the mountains. "Anya!" Magus shouted. Fortis and his father dashed through forest and climbed over rock as fast they could, trying to reach the dying screams.

Finally, they bust open the front door to their cottage. There stood three Dunmer bandits, hunched over the carcass of Fortis's mother. "You animals!" Magus screamed. He drew his sword and ran at one of the men, stabbing him through the heart, while Fortis dueled another. As the third Dunmer turned to face Magus, he stood, shocked. "Hello Magus, I see you've become quite old, as have I." he scarred man smirked. " Who are you, and how do you know me?!" Magus demanded. " I heard of your excerpts, and was able to track you down.. What? You don't remember your old slave master? I didn't realize these scars your old hermit left me made me unreconizable." Myrek said. "You! How dare you come into my house, and how dare you slay my wife! I will finish what Valen started you monster!" Magus charged and thrust his sword. Myrek side stepped, and quickly swung his own blade. Magus parried it just in time, and furiously attacked his enemy. Fatigued, Magus lost his composure, and gave Myrek a perfect opportunity to counter. Magus swung his sword, Myrek ducked and disarmed Magus, continuing to slash his torso. Magus fell to his knees, and Myrek finished him off, stabbing his blade right through his chest. Fortis looked up after killing his own opponent, and saw a horrific scene. His mother, his father, and two strangers lying dead in his own home, all sharing the same pool of blood. Fortis, tears, sweat, blood, and all, sprinted to Myrek. He hacked and slashed, clumsily swiping at the evil Dunmer. Myrek laughed at the boys endeavors. Fortis, however, did not give up. With pure determination, and a lust for vengeance, he kept at it. Strike after strike, the young boy did not seem to fatigue. Myrek soon began to tire, and worry as well. Myrek took the offensive, and attacked Fortis. He parried with what seemed to be ease. With some sort of divine skill, Fortis slashed and dismembered Myrek of his arm. "How?!" He exclaimed. Fortis dragged the crippled elf outside, unto the nearby edge named Dive Rock. He threw the villain down, making sure every collision was endured with excruciating pain.

He returned to his home and buried his parents outside. He discarded of the bandits, and set out into the world. He adventured throughout Cyrodiil, like his father and his mentor. On a dark rainy night, Fortis spent the anniversary that marked the death of his parents in a local tavern. He decided to pick a fight with a frail Dunmer that reminded him of Myrek. They fought, and in self-defense, the Dark Elf drew a dagger. Drunk, young, and arrogant, Fortis drew his blade, and killed the poor elf. Fortis was arrested, and sent to prison in Skyrim, where a boat load of prisoners from the Imperial City were being transferred to, due to lack of space. Fortis used this time to recollect on his mistakes, and mature, to be a wiser man. He counted down the days to his execution in a land that was completely foreign to him. However, he would soon find out that he is Dovakhin, the Dragonborn, and that he would embark on an epic quest that would equal to the Oblivion crisis's proportion. And he would also discover his true blood, that of a Septim. Untill the 11th of November, Fortis's story is at a halt.

It's in my sig. I had to create a new faction for it, though during her background the faction is all but destroyed.

Rough draft. I have a lot more to add to it and polish up the story. Still fitting the main ideas into it.

Here you are:

Name: Hassell

Gender: Male

Race: Redguard

Specialties: Block, Destruction , Light Armor, Speech

Activity(s): Cooking


Background: "Ahh...Hassell the Delicate,". This is probably the first reaction you'd receive from any Redguard you could convince to speak about Hassell. For what must have been supernatural reasons, Hassell, unlike the rest of his Redguard kin was born with a great potential for Magika.
On a cool Frostfall day, young Hassell sat with his father near the fireplace. A knock rang out from the door, and Hassell's father went to answer it. It was the debt collector. "Father tried to reason with him, but, but...he wouldn't back down. He took the only thing of much value in the house: my own sword." The man kicked Hassell in the face, stole his sword, and slew his father.

"NOOOOOO!!!!!!" Hassell screamed as a blast of force came from him, burning the murderer, destroying him. Hassell cried, kneeling behind his dying father. "Behold," he groaned, "I am vindicated. ...f...forgive...do not...do not despise... your Mag-", and with that his father past.

From that day forth Hassell swore that never would he take up the weapon that had killed his father-or any like it. Though in the following years his kin tried to console and accept him, they soon could not overlook his "...wicked beliefs, which he defends with religious ferocity." So, at the age of 19, Hassell left the town he had grown up in, with naught but the clothes on his back, a shield on his left arm, and the flames of Magika in his right.


Personality: Hassell is generally peaceful, and tries to resolve most matters with his eloquent tongue (also odd for a Redguard). He uses Magicka only for offensive purposes when he has to, and does not believe in the use of it to alter other's minds. He does not succumb to greed, as he was raised very poor, and has a good sense of morals. He is eager to resolve conflicts between others, as most remind him too closely of his Father's confrontation with the collector.
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Name: Fidele La Croix
Race: Breton
six: Male
Age: 23
Class: Healer

Fidele was the youngest of seven children, with three older sisters and three older brothers. He was raised in Chorrol by his parents - his father a member of the Fighter’s Guild there, and his mother, a direct descendant of Estelle Renoit, the latest shop keeper of Renoit’s Books.

As the youngest in a long line of successful and talented siblings, Fidele craved a way to make himself stand out amongst them. However, aside from some minor magical ability there was very little he could do that a brother or sister had not already done before him.

One day he was collecting a shipment of books from Skyrim for his mother’s shop. The trader who brought them got talking to little Fidele, and what was supposed to be a simple pick-up turned into a conversation that lasted hours. Fidele was fascinated by the tales of Skyrim and it’s history, and when he finally returned home, he began researching in his mother’s shop immediately.

However, what little he could find was not enough to sate his curiosity. In fact, reading about the place only made him all the more eager to see it with his own eyes. Perhaps if he travelled to Skyrim, he would be able to find more lore, more history, and send it home to his family. Perhaps he would even be accepted into the College of Winterhold! Then he’d be nothing for his siblings to sniff at.

With this plan in mind, Fidele snuck out one night, leaving only a note to explain his absence. He wasn’t about to be dissuaded by his nay-saying, over-protective parents. He travelled by horse to Bruma, before having to take the rest of the trip over the border on foot, much to his dismay. He was not used to walking long distances.

Fidele had researched much of Skyrim’s history and lore, but he had never stopped and read up on it’s law. When he crossed the border and was accosted by a unit of guardsmen, who accused him of smuggling, evading justice and all manner of other crimes in their attempts to justify why such a tiny, pathetic little Breton was wandering around out in the wilderness alone. Apparently a quest for knowledge was not a believable excuse.

And now Fidele awaits his execution, thoroughly convinced that some books were not worth this.

(This is all very liable to change once I start playing. xD)

Wow, this is going suprisingly well. Good job guys!

Wow this is almost just like mine.

Very cool.

Harold was born as the second child to a wealthy sea trader and was trained in naval warfare from a young age, but found heavily armored melee combat more to his liking. Since he was travelling from port to port he had the privilege of meeting all sorts of people and he befriended a member of the Crusaders, the once great Templar order dedicated to Stendarr, named Lady Astia. The Crusader decided to train the lad in the arts of her order, as well as teaching him their code of honor. This code guided him to help the unfortunate, while fighting outlaws, monsters and the undead. His training included melee combat with blade, blunt and axe weapons, restoration, destruction and heavy armor.
When his father died his older sister took over the ship and he went into the mainland to take up adventuring. Finding little in common with the honorless adventurer he swore an oath to follow the code taught to him by his friend and become a Crusader in his own right.
At the age of 26 he met his friend Lady Astia again in the Italic Bay and decided to help her destroy an ancient undead warrior. Lady Astia convinced Harold to join the remnants of the Crusaders, and become a Warrior-Priest of merciful and righteous might.
5 years later Harold had the rank of Disciple. He was given Hawker’s Hammer and sent to kill a necromancer in the western part of Cyrodiil, but it turned out he was a member of a cult that had a strong influence over the court system. Harold was arrested as he crossed the border to Skyrim, and sentenced to death.

Warning - very long read ahead!

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1neFG_R_mF2KNDsakLM4iaag0D_vyaD0nk8csbB14M80/edit?pli=1

Beautiful work! Really enjoyed seeing this.

Risto is a Breton born 4E 176 somewhere in Cyrodiil (he doesn't know)
Found as a baby in the woods by some kids who lived in the small village of Bleaker's Way, he was kept a secret from the advlts, and spent almost a year in a very small cave the kids played in.
One of the kids parents overheard a conversation about the baby and demanded that the baby be brought to the village for the advlts to decide what to do with him.
Risto never had an official home in the village but instead was raised by the whole village.
The people of Bleaker's Way saw him as a gift because he was so intelligent at such a young age, Always coming up with ideas to help the village bring in more money and live in peace as much as possible.
One night while star gazing as he often did he saw something he could not believe, a dragon, he told a few of the villagers the next morning but nobody took it very seriously.
For years to come he would have nightmares of dragon attacks and general chaos.
In 4E 186 Bleaker's Way was attacked by off duty Imperial guards. (There had been some heat between the law and Bleaker's Way over the past few years for tax issues amung other things)
They attacked with fire first and then ambushed the fleeing residents killing those who fought back or ran, and capturing those who were complacent and cooperative.
At age 10 Risto was very nimble and easily escaped the guards by climbing the massive rocky hill heading north.
He made it to Bruma and worked under the table for many different businesses doing many things from house cleaning to ingredient gathering until he was 17 when he got an official job at the local inn. (where he lived)
By 21 he had saved up enough to buy a small home in a farming village where Applewatch used to be, he spent the next 3, almost 4 years farming the property for money and food.
By year 4E 200 his village was having a hard time paying the ridiculous taxes being put on the poor. One night a guard came to collect taxes from his village.
The guard knew they didn't have the money and was basically coming to harass them and look for trouble, and sure enough that guard found trouble.
He picked the ugliest house, knocked on the door and walked right in, demanding the family give up a ridiculous amount of gold or something of value.
With a grin the guard demanded that the wife / mom take off her dress and give it to him. Instantly the husband shouted at the guard to get out, When the guard refused the husband pulled out his battle axe and charged the guard.
The guard pulled his sword and stabbed the husband before he was able to get to him.
Hearing the screams the rest of the village rushed over to see what was happening, and a fight ensued.
The guard killed 3 more men before being taken out by a young Bosmer with a bow.
Risto was out collecting fire wood during this whole event and got back only minutes after the whole thing was over.
Knowing he would be charged with murder with the rest of his village, he fled to Skyrim.

Risto lived in a small camp he made for just over a year gathering ingredients and hunting for money.
He would go to the small village of Riverwood to sell his goods. The guards never even questioned him.
One night a man who bought furs from him invited him to go to the tavern and have a few drinks, Risto had not drank since he worked at the inn in Bruma, But for whatever reason decided to go for it.
While slightly drunk he opened up and decided to talk about some very personal things.
A suspicious looking man overheard him talking about his nightmares of dragons (which he was having again after years of not) and his dragon sighting at a young age.
The man walked out of the tavern quickly.
The next day as Risto was bringing some fish he caught to the market, a guard stopped him and demanded that he come with him.
Risto was scared but remained friendly and calm. He was blind folded, put on the back of a horse, and the guard rode him to an unknown location.
After being led into a dark cold room he sat for a few minutes until a very important looking tall Nord man walked in to ask him questions.
he asked who he was, where he came from, and what he knew about dragons.
Risto was obviously scared by this time, but answered honestly.
After telling the tall man he was an illegal immigrant he was asked a few more questions and then arrested.
After sitting in a cell for 10 days a guard came and told him to follow him, again blind folding him.
The guard insulted him as they walked down a long hall, calling him names including "dead man"
Risto asked what he meant, the guard just laughed. Risto shouted at the guard to tell him what was going on and where he was being taken to.
the guard quickly stopped, turned around and ripped off the blind fold Risto had on. He grabbed Risto by the face and shoved him against the wall...
"You are going to die!... We have to send a message to people like you."
He then tightly put on the blindfold again and jerked him off the wall by the chain attached to his hands.
Risto tried to explain that there must have been a misunderstanding but the guard was unresponsive.

This is around when the game starts.

Name: William
Race: Redgaurd

In west Hammerfell born and raised
On the playground was where Will spent most of his days
Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
And all shootin some b-ball outside of school
When a couple of guys
Who were up to no good
Startin making trouble in his neighborhood
He got in one little fight and his mom got scared
She said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Skyrim'

He was arrested crossing the border into Skyrim to live with his auntie and uncle.

Damn I wish I thought of that

That made me lol. HARD.

Hello all,

This is my first post here at The Elder Scrolls forums.

I tried to create a character with a really tragic [censored]-up backstory to kind of set him up for entrance into the Dark Brotherhood. I'd love to know what you all think.

Basically, my character is a bosmer named Eradion who for unknown reasons was sold by his parents to a cruel Imperial named Galerus, who had a perverse sixual appetite for young Bosmer boys. Galerus also trains Eradion in the arts of assassination to take out his political enemies. Since Galerus is the only real father figure Eradion has ever known, he simultaneously hates him and loves him. One day, Eradion meets Irwaen, the daughter of a bosmer merchant. He falls in love and she teaches him about the history and culture of their people. They make plans to run away together to Valenwood. Galerus discovers Eradion's plans and kills Irwaen, but not before submitting her to torture and indignities. Eradion blames himself for his carelessness. He is conflicted, but he murders Galerus in his sleep and then in the tradition of his ancestors eats his former master's flesh. He burns Galerus's house and then flees - pursued by authorities for murder, cannibalism, and arson. He makes it to Skyrim where he is caught trying to cross the border...

http://thelastdaysoferadion.wordpress.com/

Holy... [censored]...

Name: Thesrin Inserius
Age: Seventeen
Place of birth:Solthseim

Being a nord native to Solthseim, Thesrin's childhood was always dangerous due to the harsh weather and threats from marauders and werewolves. His father, who was posted at fort Moonmoth was barely ever home, so Thesrin was left to look after his mother and sisters throught the harsh winters, and learnt how to survive in the rugid environments. His father retired from active service and lived at home for a while, and life for Thesrin began to improve, however it was short lived as a werewolf attacked there homestead one night. Thesrin's sisters ran into the forests, to be claimed by the cold, and the mighty beast killed Thesrin's parents with no effort. When it came to Thesrin, it stopped. It studied Thesrin, sensing the power that Thesrin held, and the future that lay before him in the land of Skyrim. The beast fled into the night, leaving Thesrin unharmed. Thesrin tracked the beast, and eventually found out that it had been sighted in Skyrim. Thesrin too travelled to Skyrim, in hope that he would find and kill the beast in malicious revenge for the murder of his family.

Thesrin soon got leads that the werewolfs human form had been in Falkreath. When Thesrin reached Falkreath, he quickly found the werewolf in the form of a man called Elsin Veus. He killed Elsin, and tried to escape. The Falkreath guard caught Thesrin and imprisoned him, eventually planning to kill him. Thesrin was in the prison for two weeks before the guards came for him.

They lead him to his execution, when all of a sudden...