I took the liberty of improving this even further, hope you don't mind.


Now, this is a story all about how
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute
Just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Windhelm

In west hammerfell born and raised
On the playground was where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
And all eatin' some sweetrolls outside after school
When a couple of guys
Who were up to no good
Startin making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
And said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Skyrim!'

Oh yeah, and the sweetroll part is a reference to the form-filling thing in Morrowind

Name: Vladimir of Aleswell
Gender: Male
Race: Imperial
Age: 31
Appearance: Mid-size in height, Muscular, and the most kick *ss beard...EVER
Favored Skills: 1h, Block, Smithing, Heavy Armor, Archery(for hunting), Alchemy, Enchanting
Factions: Companions, Stormcloaks

In 4E 169 Vladimir was born in the settlement of Aleswell just north 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 that incident Vladimir has hated the Imperial Legion. Vladimir's father had become an abusive man after the death of his mother. The beatings continuely got worse as he progressed in age.

When he reached the age of 19 he was so sick of his father he snapped and slit his fathers throat while he sat chugging a bottle of ale. He rid of 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 to the land of Skyrim. As he left the small village of Aleswell all of a sudden the words "STOP YOU CRIMINAL SCUM!" echoed behind him! He ran and ran and ran until he knew he was no longer being followed. By that time he found himself standing in front of the gates of Bruma. He entered with caution for he was afraid he might alert the guards of his presence and went to the nearset weapon shop. Unfortunately it had been ransacked and burglarized only a few moments before he entered the city. He then turned and found himself just outside an armor shop. He made his way in hoping that this shop had not had the same fate as the one across the street. To his luck they were still in business. He reached in his pocket for the coin sack that he had taken from his fathers corpse to pay for the items he was soon to buy. He bought a full suit of Steel Armor infused with gold trimming and a massive Shield. To his unliking they did not sell weapons of any kind. He left Bruma in hopes of finding some kind of sword along his journey over the border of Skyrim and Cyrodill. Just as he crossed he came across a body laying on the ground and searched around for a weapon. He picked up a Longsword laying covered in blood next to the body. Was this the weapon that had killed this poor victim? Or had he wounded his asailent before he died? He began to walk away for fear that he might be next, when he was bashed on the back of the head with a large log of wood. He woke up to find himself in a jail cell and stripped of all his possesions. "Why am I in here?" he asked himself. "They certainly don't think i had killed that man, do they?" he mumbled. The guard outside overheard his mumbling and informed him he was to be spending the next twelve years in Falkreath's dungeon awaiting execution for murder. "I didn't kill him!" Vladimir boasted. The guard replied "Then why were you in possesion of the murder weapon? Explain that to the Jarl!". Vladimir gave up the arguement for he knew he couldn't win, all odds were against him. He crawled up in the corner of his cell and begin his ill given sentence.

12 years pass and Vladimir is now at the age of 31 and on his way to be executed. He is unaware of his destiny which is soon to be revealed. He lays his head upon the bloody stone, closes his eyes and awaits the final blow, but it doesn't come. Thoughts race throughout his head then he opens his eyes to find the executioner and the two guards, who had escorted him there, dead. He jumps up and flees, though his hands still bound, toward the city's main gate. Guards in toe he continues through the gate and out into the wilderness. Once alone and safe he stops and says to himself "Who do i thank for this?". Not expecting a reply he rubbs the rope upon a sharp edge of a rock and succeeds in freeing his hands. But a reply will soon come...

My character backstory:

Race:Nord
Name: Marden of Everwinter
Gender:Male
Age: 28
Appearance: fair hair, athletic
Specialization: light armor, axe, shield, archery, restoration

Marden was born in a small village of Everwinter west of Solitude, forgotten place where people mind their own business surviving harsh, cold environment.. He is a bear hunter, likes peaceful, uneventful village life, away from politics of the rest of the province. At the age of 25 he asks the village elder Herald, healer and visionary to marry his youngest daughter Helga. At the time he learns about the elder's grand vision that predicts great winged shadow to peril all of Tamriel for extinction. Herald is told that the Savior is born from his village and it is him who has to chose wisely the One so the world is spared the anguish and he has chosen Marden as the fittest, smartest and mature enough to bear the task. " You go now and visit all provinces of Tamriel and learn about the people, open your mind and wait for the sign to return and I promise you Helga's hand in marriage when the time comes". Marden argued that Herald is mistaken and he is just simple hunter and not a hero or a fighter and has no will to become one. The elder said that it was predicted as well. The One and his people will make a lot of sacrifices and High King has to fall in sinister intrigue, empire has to split in civil war only so the One would succumb into his destiny and willingly chose a warrior's path. Marden didnt buy the elder's story, maybe he can predict the child's gender before birth and warn for the storm coming but that vision was too grandiose and he was convinced old man was hallucinating. But if that what it takes to get Helga as his mate he had no choice but to comply. He traveled the provinces, hunting, bartering trophy hides and learned that small people regardless of race want the same as his fellow villagers, peace and simple joys in life. He waited for excuse of a good sign to return to Everwinter and then the rumors spread the High King of Skyrim was assassinated in rebellious plot. He was returning to Skyrim with intention to protect his people from turmoil of rebellion when Imperial guards stopped him at the border. Oblivious of events he revealed his identity Marden from Everwinter and was captured as a traitor of the Empire at the spot. During the interrogation he learned that Everwinter village was burned to ashes all its people executed as traitors. Just after king's assassination Imperials learned about visionary who foretold the event and accused him and the villagers of plotting against the empire. Marden of Everwinter was since then most wanted fugitive alleged to conspiracy in High King's murder. Marden was to be rightfully executed when luck turned to his favor. When he saw the daylight again he was overwhelmed with grief and burning desire to avenge the good people of Everwinter. He knew what he has to do now-find the rebels and join in the ranks to bring Imperial Legion to justice. The journey starts.

I like the added intro and Sweetroll reference. Well done.

tell me if you wont the rest. it is pretty long.

Dar Krin male Khajiit. [ this all is based of the lore as stated at the uesp]


It was a dark and silent night in a romote city in Elsweyr, the only sounds where of the wind wistling through the narrow corridors of the citys buildings and the guards boots walking to each house and checking. Checking for newborn khajiit. It was this night of the mane moon that Dar Ma gave birth to Dar Krin.
At the bottom of a dried up well lay Dar Ma, she was laying half conscious with a newborn khajiit in her hands.
"take him, Renrig, they will kill him and all the future and potential he holds. we have kept him a secret, but now we can't do anything more for him." Said Dar Ma in exhaustion. " I... I know what to do with him, giving him to World Wanders the argonian merchant. that will be the last thing we can do for him." said Renrig under his tears.
"go, I am as much dead here as up there. he will do great things I'm sure." Dar Ma said as she rolled the baby into Renrig arms. The baby look up at him and smiled showing his bare gums. " Dar Krin. [ that means grinning thief in khajiit ] His name is Dar Krin. He stole are lives when he came on this moon, and he smiles through his terrible crime. I envy him." Said Renrig choking up near the end. Renrig grasped the side of the rocky well and started to climb, with the baby in his mouth. When he reached the top he felt rain. He sighed for he knew she was already dead even without the rain. " What success in your first day on earth, I wonder if you will ever have a better." He knew he would but didn't dare think it aloud. Through the narrow streets Renrig ran, the rain and his lack of affective clothes didn't help, but he didn't care. He look up and down the streets and the edge of town. A argonian dressed in a wool tunic and a large leather hat was loading a cart with sacks, behind him the first hint of day light revealed itself shining a single beam of light over the desert and into Renrigs left eye. Renrig stopped and composed himself, forcing his back straight and his breathing regular. he approached the lizard man and said " Wader! I..." he couldn't finnish before Worlds Wader cut him of. " Don't. you have saved one treasure of yours,Go fight for the rest. I wont ever return to the Khaj desert.".
His name is Dar Krin. that was the last thing Renrig said in front of his son.
Worlds Wanderer left. He had sworn to protect Dar Krin. World Wader owed Renrig a life debt, and he would protect his son to the death in order to repay it.

For six years World Wader traveled between Morowind and Cyrodil, trading and taking care of Dar Krin, he called him Smiles. World Wanderer taught Smiles all about the history and religion of the world, and of the nature of the mane moon. though he never explained the story of Smiles birth, smiles understood all that was apparent: He would not be alive if it where not for wader.
As for the burning question of whether or not his parents lived, Smiles never had the courage to ask.
[ I kinda had got a bit tired by this part ]
They were on the road to Morowind and smiles had noticed Waders tension as of recent, but was able to keep his mouth shut. After two days of silence they arrived at a romote farmland where the only housing was a three story mansion. "Wait here I will call for you when I need you, do exactly as I say." Wader explained these instructions and walked towards the mansion, Smiles could see a dark elve in a black suite greet him in. After about half an hour of waiting [ or he thought it was half an hour, though he had enough time to doze of ] Smiles heard his name called by Waders, Smiles ran to the door and was greeted by Waders. The doors where shut behind Smiles, a tall dunmer guard stood behind Smiles. Across the room a dunmer in rich clothing sat with a wine glass, he seemed to be examining smiles.

Boromir II son of Denethor II, the second to last ruling Steward of Gondor and Finduilas was born in the year TA 2978. He was the eldest child of Denethor II having only one brother, Faramir, and so would have taken over as Steward after Denethor's death. When his mother died he was only ten years of age. His father became a grim person that visibly preferred Boromir over his brother Faramir. Despite this fact, Boromir looked after his younger brother and they became great friends. Boromir devoted himself to protecting his people and was in the battle for the eastern part of Osgiliath. He, his brother, and two others were the only survivors of the unit that held the bridge until its destruction; they had to swim the river Anduin to reach safety.

Boromir in Osgiliath after its recapture.
Added by Empire57AppearanceEditBoromir shows many of the traits of his Númenórean ancestry, namely his great size and strength, which is greater than that of a normal man. He was large and powerful due to ancestry and his military life-style and was widely considered one of the greatest warriors in the world of men, and all the free peoples. At the time of the war of the Ring he was regarded as the finest mortal warrior.

Boromir in the War EditBoromir of Gondor
Added by Andra2404He set out from Minas Tirith to Rivendell to decipher a riddle that was given to him and his brother in their dreams:

Seek for the Sword that was broken,
In Imladris it dwells,
There shall be counsels taken,
Stronger than Morgul-spells.
There shall be shown a token,
That Doom is near at hand,
For Isildur's Bane shall waken,
And the Halfling forth shall stand.
Boromir lost his horse in Tharbad and travelled the rest of the way on foot. The journey took 110 days. He arrived at the beginning of the Council of Elrond where he talked about how Gondor was defending itself from Mordor and tried to convince them to give the One Ring to Gondor where he felt it would be kept safe. The council disagreed with the ring going to Gondor because of the possibility that Sauron would sense it there.

Boromir joined the Fellowship of the Ring and was warned by Elrond to not blow the Horn of Gondor until they were close to Gondor and in dire need. After the Fellowship failed to cross east of the Misty Mountains, they went through the Dwarven realm of Moria, where Gandalf fell while fighting a Balrog. When the Fellowship made it to Lórien, Boromir was disturbed by Galadriel testing his mind. He was given the gift of an elven-cloak and a golden belt, riding the river Anduin in the elven boats Celeborn gave the Fellowship

(I'm not going to role play...BUT...here goes.)

As a child born somewhere, all the other children and advlts were mean to him. And so when he grew older, those children because non-essential to his life and he "despawned" them. So he went to jail because the advlts got mad. Now he escapes from his incarceration and goes to finish the job he started... Eh, maybe after he finishes the quests, I suppose.

I must say that you did an excellent job on the backstory of your Bosmer. I especially loved the way you wrote it in first person.

Skald Scam-Buggerer has no idea why he was arrested.

They kick you out for doing some incarceration. How much? I forget, but I did a lot.

Name:Tharsten Sevirce
Age:34
Race:Nord

Born on the Morrowind/Skyrim border, Tharsten Sevirce was the son of Hogard and Svenja Sevirce. Tharstens mother Svenja died durring child birth, and Tharsten was forced to be raised by his father. Trained in the ways of combat and the hunt, Tharsten became a strong and nobel young Nord. As the years passed Tharsten and his father migrated to Skyrim in hopes of a better life. As they were setting up camp on a valley floor, bandits rushed out of brush and raided the camp, killing Hogard and wounding Tharsten, they then left him there to die. Tharsten thought he would die soon but he then felt a sudden burst of power rushing threw his veins, he got up only to see his fathers life less remains on the ground. Enraged Tharsten tracked the bandits to there camp by a nearby steam and killed them one by one. A local guard had stumbled upon the blood bath and saw Tharsten standing among the corpses. Tharsten was then arrested and taken to a nearby town, where he was being accused of murder and was to be sentenced to death.

Here's a link to the background story for my character. It's the first background I've wrote for an Elder Scrolls character, but I still think it's fairly decent. At least I had a blast writing it and that's most important, right? I cant wait to begin the adventures of Miliele in Skyrim. All constructive criticism is appreciated if someone takes the time to read my story


The link : http://miliele.blogspot.com/

I actually decided not to play with fixed backstory because that would probably spoil the fun for me aat certain situations when playing...so for now I only have little background for my player...

Name, gender, race, age: not yet decided (let's name him X,Y), male, it won't be a beast race, aged probably 25 - 35 or little older...

"X Y stood accused of triple murder and got a life sentence in solitary confinement in Imperial city prison. After ten years in prison he is visited by an Imperial Guard Commander that informs him that his sentence was changed.
He is to be executed in one week's time in a village called Helgen located in Skyrim together with some other people from different prisons.X Y says nothing as he didn't for the last 8 years of his imprisonment.
At the break of dawn after one week exactly, guards arrive and tie the prisoner up. He obeys and silently follows the guards. His look is empty and breathing slow when he steps on a cart that would take him on his last journey."

The reason I decided for such backstory is that I can easily perform my in-game actions the way I want without focusing myself too much on fixed character. So my X Y can be a real cold-blooded murderer or a person that was accused
of something he never did. On the other hand, he might have been a murderer indeed, but has changed in prison and will try to become a better man.We'll see, all of the options are still open and I'll decide all of the details in game.
And the reason why I haven't set the race too, is that I might change my mind at the character creation screen when I see that some race looks much better as I expected it to.

Name: Trystan
Gender: Male
Race: Nord (but will try to make him look like a mix btw Nord and Dunmer)
Age: 18

Grew up in an orphanage without any knowledge of his ancestry, but it is obvious to all that he is part Dark Elf. This has made him an outcast in the Nordic society which is not very fond of elves. As a result, he has spent most of his life to date trying to go unnoticed. He left the orphanage at age 16 and lived primarily on the streets. At one point hebecame friendly with a female Nord named Kari who was about the same age. She was a tavern owners daughter who would sometimes bring him leftovers from the taverns evening meal. In an effort to help Trystan get a job and get off the streets, she began sneaking him into her room to give him reading lessons. During one of these sessions her father walked in on them. Rather than face the wrath of her father for being alone wih a boy (particularly a half Dunmer), Kari panics and claims that Trystan broke into her room and was trying to [censored] her. Trystan, of course, is taken away by guards and is later sentenced to hang. At this point Trystan has little desire to continue living. Feeling betrayed by the parents he never knew and then by the one person that had ever treated him kindly, has left him with a belief that he will never be able to trust let alone love again.

He is physically weak for a Nord as he is half elf and has been malnourished for most of his life so his focus will be stealth and archery. He will primarily be focused on looking out for himself via any means necessary as that is what he has always needed to do in order to survive. Whether that changes as the game progresses will be based on his experiences within the game. Will he eventually forge a relationship that restores his ability to trust in others? Will his experiences lead to a revelation that humarity is worth fighting for? We'll see.

Name: Fenrick
Race: Breton
Age: 31

Ulfgar was an old nordic warrior who roamed the land of Tamriel as a soldier for hire. During one of his travels through Vvardenfell he met a young Dunmer wench whom he fell in love with. To live with his beloved elf, Ulfgar decided to settle in the Dark-Elven province and forsake his mercenary days. Shortly after his marriage the Red Mountain erupted destroying most of the province and killing his wife along with thousands of residents. Emotionally destroyed, Ulfgar wandered the lands of Tamriel once again trying to run from his sorrow and leave his sad memories behind him. Taking sustainance from what nature provided he no longer cared about his future.

His travels led him to Camlorn, High Rock, when he realised his old body could no longer stand the life in the wilderness and so he became a beggar in the streets of the big city. Not that it was any easier to survive there than in the wilds but at least he didn't have to hunt or avoid being hunted by savage beasts on a daily basis.

The year was 4E 170 and while roaming the crowded streets of the "Jewel of West", Ulfgar entered a dark alleyway in search for a quiet place to take a nap. When he was almost falling asleep he heard the sound of what seemed to be a baby crying near a pile of barrels and wooden crates. Upon checking closely he found a newborn baby boy. The image of that defenseless little child left to his own fate broke the old man's heart. Ulfgar took the baby as his own and raised him as best as he could. He named the boy Fenrick wich means wolf in an ancient Nordic dialect. It was hard enough to find food and shelter for himself, let alone a baby but he did his best to protect his adopted son.

Ulfgar told Fenrick about all the adventures he had during his travelling days, often exaggerating a little and also taught the boy how to defend himself. During the harsh winter of 4E 184 Ulfgar died leaving young Fenrick completely alone in this world for the second time in his life.

Fenrick decided he no longer wanted to live in the streets and left Camlorn to search a new life in the outskirts of the big city. There he met Cienne, a young and beautiful lady that shared with him a common past of street life. She told him about a group of thieves who lived in the woods and robbed merchants coming in and out of Camlorn. She said they were a nice bunch and would give her food and coins for valuable information about things going on around the city. Cienne took Fenrick to the thieves where he asked to join them. At first they laughed at him but as soon as he disarmed two of their members with a swift strike of this blade they decided to give him a chance. Fenrick not only joined the group of thieves but he became their leader after a few years. Robbing from rich merchants and noblemen they almost never employed violence, usually getting in and out of the crime scene undetected. Even though their actions were famous in a large region ranging from Daggerfall to Wayrest noone could tell who they were or where they hid.

That was till one day when one of the group members betrayed them for money telling a nobleman who was their next victim about what was about to happen. The guards set up a trap and all of the group was killed except for Fenrick who managed to escape. When he went back to their hideout he found the place torn apart and guards waiting for him. He decided that staying in High Rock was too dangerous now that his identity was no longer a secret and so he fled to Skyrim, the homeland of his father Ulfgar. For the third time in his life, Fenrick was completely alone.

To be continued when I find out how TES V begins...

Still not fully finished/fleshed out..

Name: Jeanne Landrea
Gender: Female
Race: Breton
Age: 16
Place of Birth: Jehanna, High Rock
Profession: Marchioness / Scholar / Self-proclaimed Ice Witch
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Hight: 5'5" (165 cm).
Weight: 118 lbs (53 kg)
Eyes: Ice blue
Hair: Short, straight, light blonde
Complexion: Pale
Make-up: Pale/red lips ~ similar to classic/traditional japanese make-up (or Queen Amidala-like) and sometimes (ritualistic) red/dark red facial tattoos, too
Body type: Ectomorphic
Handedness: Right
Voice: Snippy, haughty

Personality:
Clever, bright and wise, yet somewhat spoiled and haughty, but also very determined and disciplined, if it`s about getting what she wants. "You are persistent, Jeanne, l'll grant you that!!!" - Headmaster Irving.
Likes females / Dislikes males.

Appearance:
Jeanne prefers to wear light, flexible & very tight, shiny clothes in white, silver and ice blue.

History:
Born to Abelle and Pierre Landrea (nobles of Jehanna).
From an early age, Jeanne already had a strong affinity to magic and quickly became a quite capable caster - primarily of frost & illusion spells. It didn't take long until some high mages of Jehanna took notice of her and convinced her parents to let her study at the Arcane University of the Imperial City. There, she quickly became a favorite among the teachers as she was very gifted and showed a great thirst for knowledge, too - especially about the region of Skyrim, the Ice Witch Coven and the Alduin prophecy. Not only once, her mentor (Headmaster Irving) found her studying in the Mystic Archives deep during the night and when asked about the tomes she just read, often replied "..they are.. about destiny.."
Jeanne recently suffered more and more from terrible nigthmares about Dragons and heard some kind of inner voice, that is calling her to Skyrim.. one day she just packed a few things and left the Academy.. towards Whiterun..

Name: Varamyr Blood-eye/One-eye
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Race: Dunmer/Dark Elf
Class: Ranger/Assassin/Raider
Background history:
Parents killed by Argonians at an early age (10) during sack of Morrowind
Joins a company of mercenaries/sellswords and spends 6-7 years with battling the Argonians in Morrowind (has a natural contempt/hatred towards Argonians).
Deserts the company and flees to Skyrim with a gang of other mercenaries and starts plundering, looting and killing townsfolk in Skyrim. The bandit gang becomes notorious for its brutal methods; Putting people to the sword and the torch when trying to resist or in any other way trying to fight the bandits.
During a raid Varamyr and his fellow gang members are ambushed by a squad of nordic soldiers and his head is almost split in half by a greataxe smashed right into his face (scar over white or dead eye) Only saved by his helmet Varamyr survives but is brought along with some of his fellow bandits by the soldiers to be tortured and executed in public in the capital of Skyrim to scare off other gangs roaming Skyrim
...

Name: Myroyko Matzi (Likes just to be called Matzi)
Race: Khajiit
Age: 19
Backstory: Mazti's birthplace is unknown, somewhere in Cyridil...She was taken in off the streets by an old Bosmer woman who lived alone. Mazti use to call her "Granny", and Matzi was treated as family, (As neither of them have anyone else.) When the old woman dies, the city's guards kick the Khajiit of the house and pays no heed of the old womans Will that left everything to Matzi. Mazti traveled to Chedenhall for a few years and then left to Travel for Skyrim.

The start of the Game Matzi get's captured when border hopping....

Unknown to Matzi, She's the decendent of Mirth Fortune (Oblivion Character) and shares her pure while fur coat...

Name: Skaar Runegaard
Race: Big Blond Nord, stands 195cm tall and weighing in at 130kg.
Appearance: Long wild hair and a long beard gathered in a braid. Ice cold blue eyes and the scars to prove his combat experience.
Age: 31

Skaar was born and raised in the Northern parts of Skyrim in a small fishing village. His father was the town smith, and Skaar was following in his footsteps, until one day, when he was 15, the village was raided by henchmen of one the Jarls. The village was situated on the border between two counties, and the raid was ordered by one of the Jarls, but Skaar don't know who.

He helped defend the village until defeat was a certainty, whereafter he managed to grab a few items out of his father's stash and flee into the cold of winter. He stayed alive for weeks, living off the sparse food the winter landscape had to offer, before he dared venture back to the village. He found no survivors, and most useful things were looted. by the raiders and roving bandits who had swept in like vultures after the battle. He did find a few useful objects, and he equipped himself well enough to make a life for himself in the wild.

He built his own bow, and gained access to small town smithies where he could mend his gear by paying with hides and other valuables he had found in the wild. Now he has lived as a mountain man for 16 years, and is happy to continue doing so, but Skyrim is calling for a hero...and one specific Jarl is about to meet his worst nightmare.

To be continued on 11/11/11.

This might seem a little hokey, but I like to link my characters from the different games I play for an overall story. I linked my Skyrim character with my Dragon Age: Origins character (I'm currently on my second run through that game).

Here goes:

Kimmerlan Ridgewatcher (Probably Imperial)

Vroen’s mother was killed by darkspawn when he was a baby. His father, Rilenn, vowed to find a way to end all blights. He heard tales of dragons and dragonborn in a far off place called Skyrim, in a land called Tamriel. He set out, leaving Vroen in the care of his brother and his brother’s wife.

Rilenn made it to Skyrim, acquired permission to enter, and began his research. During this time, he met a local woman, Kiiren, and though he thought he would never love another woman after the death of his wife, they fell in love, and she helped him with his quest. During this time, she became pregnant. Rilenn discovered a rare and very difficult ritual to bestow the power of The Voice upon an unborn child, making him/her dragonborn, and able to walk among the dragons. With this information, Rilenn thought that a dragonborn would be able to seek out the dragons (the source of the blights), in his homeland of Ferelden, and use dragonborn powers get them to become immune to darkspawn corruption. Kiiren agreed to go through the ritual, though with a bit of hesitation.

The ritual was successful, and when the child was born, Rilenn and Kiiren named him Kimmerlan, and they settled down in a village just outside of Skyrim to raise the boy. They decided not to tell Kimmerlan who he was until an appropriate time. This way they could raise him as a normal child and observe any signs or effects of being a dragonborn, and guide his training for his interests and strengths. Then, while Kimmerlan was growing up, Rilenn would continue to find and learn more about the dragonborn and their powers, as well as the details of his idea to end the blights in his homeland.

Little did Rilenn know that Kimmerlan would first serve in his own prophesy, for Skyrim....

And so, Kimmerlan grew to be a well rounded man of 18 years, exploring and training in the area. He was warned, though, that legal permission was always required to pass the border into Skyrim, now that he was of age to go on his own.

Kimmerlan studied mainly as a woodsman, but he has a bit of a knack for magic too. He prefers, however, the study of the outdoors and two weapon combat training. He also learned to blend in with his surroundings well, an added benefit to any hunter type. He can be intense at times, but is usually outgoing and optimistic, enjoying subtle wit and humour when appropriate. He is tactical and intuitive, always looking for ways to improve things, whether they be skills, proficiencies or even equipment. In combat, Kimmerlan has been taught to keep his surroundings in mind, especially what is transpiring in them. Ironically, outside of combat, his occasional intensity, along with his desire to improve, often lead to the opposite. He is responsible and respects rules and laws, but sees them as guidelines more than anything. He feels that as long as people try to be good, and they are not hurting anyone, let them be.

But when Kimmerlan witnessed a small number of thugs kill some seemingly innocent people, while he was out in the woods by the Skyrim border one morning, he didn’t let them be....

Kimmerlan managed to drive the thugs off, and save the life of a wounded innocent who was being carried along. However, when the guards showed up, the frightened innocent fled, and all that the guards saw was a bunch of dead people on the ground, and Kimmerlan standing there, covered in blood. What was worse, Kimmerlan had just noticed that these were not ordinary guards, but Skyrim Border guards. Initially, he was curious as to why, until he also noticed that he was about forty feet across the border. So he was dragged off to jail, firstly for illegally crossing into Skyrim, and secondly for them to investigate what role he had with those bodies littered by the border.

Thus begins Kimmerlan’s Skyrim adventure....

Thank you!

Just reading other people's background stories, and a lot of them are arrested while trying to cross the border of Skyrim. Is this the Official game explanation of how we all begin the game in jail?

I would appreciate constructive feedback on this!

Soren Drago
Age: mid 20's
Race: Nord
six: Male
Concept: Assassin/Necromancer

Soren was born under the sign of the Serpent (dragon) in Skall Village on the isle of Solstheim. His mother died in childbirth and his father was killed in a freak hunting accident on the day of his birth. The wise woman / midwife who delivered him said that the boy's "soul was too big" and tha tis hat killed his mother and prophesied that he was chosen by Padomay/Sithis to "bring a great change in the world. He will sow chaos and blood, and death will follow him wherever he goes." Fearing the child, he village chieftain ordered that the boy be left in the wilderness to perish or live as the gods decide.

As the crying babe lay on the frozen tundra, a Dunmer trapper happened by and found the child and brought him to his home. The Dunmer, Kael Hlaalu, was a retired assassin for the Morag Tong and raised the Nord child as his own. He educated Soren and taught him three great lessons which Soren would take with him wherever he went:

Respect the edge of a blade (One Handed Weapons)
Respect the power of the dead (Necromancy/Conjuration)
Respect that which is hidden in shadow (stealth)

When the old Dunmer passed from old age, Soren left Solstheim to make his way in the world. However, before he set sail, he visited Skall Village to cut the throat of the chieftain who had left him to die on the tundra.

Soren traveled to Cyrodiil and wandered from Cheydinhal to Bruma working various mercenary jobs. While in Bruma, Soren decided to travel north and pay a visit to Skyrim to see the Nord ancestral homeland. While crossing the border, Nord guards attempted to elicit a "border tax" from the small group Soren was traveling with. In addition to relieving the travelers of some of their gold, one guard decided that a pretty young Breton girl could pay the "tax" in a different way... Soren killed him for the insult, raised his corpse as a minion and killed several more of the robber guards before finally being subdued.

Soren was condemmed and sentencd to hang...

I love threads like these. Very good stories guys! Its quite enjoyable to read through them. This is why our community is the best!

Nedhelas
Bosmer male
Warrior/Hunter

I'm not gonna write out a huge story. My character is an extremely skilled hunter that wants to try his hand at the fabled dragons as well as bring down the Imperials. His hand is steady, his aim is true, his blade is swift, and he will not shy away from a chance to take revenge against the Imperials that usurped his people's once great empire.

I'm not 100% sure, but I have a basic idea of my character.

Lucas Liquarius of the Noble Imperial House of Liquarii. His great grandfather was a captain who rode with Titus Mede when they took the Imperial City and reestablished a dynasty. Born into a life of service, he grew up a hardened warrior and skilled ranger. Groomed for command, he was taught a number of useful skills. A devout follower of the Divines and a man who believed in strict justice.

I would go into details about the fall of his House, but then I'd need to mod in his own personal quest for vengeance. He was betrayed and his house destroyed, yadda yadda, he escaped with his life and fled north to be captured at the border. Now his sense of justice is twice as stern, and his religious piousness is questioned. He will be open minded when it comes to the Daedra, and he will seek to regain his House's honor by aiding the Imperial Legion and reattaining his position.

I'll be open to changes. If I really don't like the Legion than I'll be able to switch it up and join the Stormcloaks out of revenge. I'll use a mix of heavy and light armor, alchemy and smithing, one handed and archery. I'll use sneak for an initial advantage, as any smart commander would when blood must be drawn, but after that it's swords out to dance with death.