exactly, same here. Most likely the same reason I watch the daily show and colbert report over CNN

I stole a sweetroll.

Hector Belisarius was the son of a prominent family in Chorrol who were executed by the Thalmor. Hector escaped from their clutches and fled across the border to Skyrim. the Legions of Skyrim assumed he was a spy working for the rebels and tied him up with the rest. His love of the Empire caused him to join the Legion anyway, though he kills any Justiciars he comes across.

Only one of my characters has a real story behind it, and that's Ocemar the Thalmor agent. He was simply commissioned by the Thalmor to investigate Ulfric's current loyalties, and he caught up in a bad spot with them and was brought to the block.

serial killer but was an amateur and got caught. But is now lvl 35 and no longer gets caught. Now gets paid to kill and kills who she feels is just to kill, or is in her way. Or who anyone who makes themselves a target, farmers, hunters, people in houses, useless people ect LOL. With the killable children mod, she now kills them whenever they make smart ass comments.

"oh look another wanderer here to lick my fathers boots" = ARROW IN THE FACE MF'er!

Yep.

She was working as a secret assassin for the Thalmor sent to kill high-ranking Imperial officials, and dressed as a commoner to avoid being associated with them if she was caught. The Thalmor saw her pass by on the wagon, but to protect the appearance of the peace treaty they pretended to not know her.

The game loaded.........

Oh you mean rp lol

My Dunmer searched out Helgen on the notion the Thalmor ambassador would be in the vicinity. He allowed himself to be captured in order to get close enough to kill the Thalmor ambassador, before he had the chance to make his move fate stepped in.

Let's just say he's met Sam Guenevere before.

Lei'Atol my Dunmer was fleeing north from a fifty gold bounty in Cyrodil after getting caught with his hand in a guard's pocket at the behest of a beautiful wood elf girl. He had only been in Cyrodil a short time, fleeing north from his exile in Elswyr for inummerable crimes and murders, he barely managed to escape Elswyr with his life and little more than a roughspun tunic and a pair of footwraps. He was finally captured almost immediately after setting foot in Skyrim. He's not barred from Cyrodil like he is in Elswyr and Morrowind but prefers not go back there at any rate. He doesn't like to talk about his past much, but needless to say he's a pretty bad guy with a soft spot for the dames.

Shadow of The Southern Sky, my Imperial raised Khajiit warrior and illigitamate twin brother to the Mane of his tribe in Elswyr was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time, just starting out his career as an adventurer when he stumbled into the Imperial ambush. He put up a fight, but was quickly overwhelmed.

Augustus September, my Imperial politician and ex-ex-criminal was headed to Skyrim on a somewhat permanent vacation, having been forced to resign as a duke on suspicion of corruption and embezzlement. His ties to the thieves' guild were being investigated pending his trial, and he thought it wisest to flee from Cyrodil entirely. Once he arrived in Skyrim he was ambushed by a bandit and robbed of all his worldly possessions. Attempting to report the crime to an imperial patrol, they assumed he was a stormcloak rebel and put him on the cart with the others. He insisted it was all just a heinous misunderstanding, but they would hear none of it.

Necrophilia on my female Bosmer and bdsn on my male orc.

The people of Skyrim frowns upon unordinary sixual behaviour.

I was scouting a stormcloack camp -- one I had heard was being visited by Ulfric himself (!) -- with my Bosmer friend Wa'Acoth. We had no loyalties to the Empire, but Balgruuf had a gut feeling that the Stormcloacks were also up to no good and hired us out to investigate.

At the camp, we saw all sorts of brutish-looking Nords standing in a line. Indeed, they were in line for a table -- a table that was being attended by Ulfric himself (!). Well, we knew what we had to do. We had to get in closer to see what was going on.

My friend Wa'Acoth saw them first. Two large Nords, adorned in robes and a peculiar cap. They were from some of the more racist clans in Skyrim, as evidenced by their attire. Wa'Acoth and I knew what to do in that instant.

I hid behind a rock and Wa'Acoth called them out. "Hey boys!" The two Nords turned, dumbstruck by the presence of the lone elf. "Look what I got here!" Wa'Acoth pulled me from behind the rock by the collar of my shirt.

I thought I would use some of my Redguard appeal to lure these nords. I shouted, "http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=493pL_Vbtnc"

That did its job well, and the Nords followed us into our trap. We donned their robes and promptly got in line.

Our turn to sign-up was upon us. Ulfric bellowed in his deep, near-thu'um-whisper, "Qualifications?" He must have bought our disguises!

I spoke, "Stampeding mammoths." He responded, "That doesn't show your spirit for skyrim!" I responded quickly, albeit in an interrogative tone, "Through Imperial City?". He took a liking to my daring, though how he managed to believe that I got mammoths into Cyrodiil is beyond me.

However, when I reached for the pen to sign-up, my skin showed. Wa'Acoth seized the opportunity and spoke, "By Shor! How many times have I told you to wash up after our foreigner house-burning events?" He started rubbing the back of my hand with the tip of his sleeve. "See? It's coming off," he assured the Stormcloaks. But by then, it was too late. We were caught, but we had http://youtu.be/TJkHykGRXrw?t=37s

It was a chase worthy of any epic. Well, almost. Unfortunately, Wa'Acoth and I managed to lead the Stormcloacks into an Imperial trap. Wa'Acoth took an Imperial Arrow to the heart -- It was a shame he didn't have his bow at the time -- and I took an Imperial Boot to the head.

You can figure out the rest of the story from there. *Sigh*, if Wa'Acoth had only his bow, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fMfBk_k_79g.

I originally envisioned my Nord warrior hailing from Markarth. When I started the game, somehow I was caught "crossing the boarder" into Skyrim. How the hell did that happen?

Then I joined up with the Stormcloaks. Galmar Stonefist called me a "foreigner" ... needless to say, my RP experience has been setback time and time again.

Soooo, now I'm trying to piece in that I was caught by those filthy Imperials by mistake. And that senile old-fart named Galmar Stonefist can't tell the difference between a Skyrim-born Nord and a Khajiit.

My Characters:

- Muriel Eardwulf was caught while trying to cross the border.
- Avigdor was trying to cross the border and got caught
- Efendor tried to cross the border and while doing so was caught
- Lydia got into captivity while trying to cross the border.

Note: never try to cross the border to Skyrim!

Devil, my khajiit was caught walking along the roads of skyrim slaughtering mer and imperial milk drinkers.

I took an arrow in the knee during the Great War. I was caught sneaking across the border trying to make a living because the army left me for dead..

He was on holiday and forgot his passport.

How did I get into the back of that wagon? Let me tell you a little story of my life.

I got off work at my boring job as a security guard at a college, stopped by Wendy's to pick up my usual medium combo number 2, and finally home, I sat down to eat my burger and fries.

I guess I must have passed out or something because the next thing I know my hands are tied in front of me and I'm in the back of a wagon with three other dudes headed who knows where. I kept thinking I was dreaming, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't wake up. It was then I realized I was TRULY there! I had actually gone through time and space (and a little technology) and arrived in Skyrim!

I was walking home to whiterun when i come across Sam Guevene who challenged me to a drinking contest, and being a hearty nord I could not refuse...
Next thing i know, I'm being hauled off ta Helgen):

HAHA!

My Imperial was travelling to Skyrim , to find his fortune by selling his sword arm & adventuring in the untapped ancient Nord & Dwarven ruins, caught in the wrong place at the wrong time.

My first character, Adrin, is a Nord. His father is a warrior and his mother is a healer. They have traveled to many places and at end they choose to stay in Cyrodiil and started a small business. Unfortunately, his parents passed away because of the Great War. Not much a businessman himself, Adrin sells his family business to the others and becomes an adventurer. His parents has mentioned a lot about the unique scenery of Skyrim and he wants to explore them. However, he travels to Skyrim at the wrong place and wrong time. He is regarded as the rebels and being captured as well.

My second character, River, is a Breton. He is a spellsword, well, a novice spellsword. He has heard of a civil war is breaking up in Skyrim and want to try this luck. Luck, however, has forsaken him. When he see the ambush of the Imperials, he try to help but his spells misfired. He is regarded as the rebels and being captured as well.

S'faral was born and raised in the Assemblage in the city of Windhelm. He was pressed into service by the Stormcloaks to serve with Ulfric Stormcloak's entourage. His service was little more than slave like however he had learned in the Assemblage how to survive by acquiring items as he could. While Ulfric was moving toward the border S'faral heard talk of the Thieves Guild of Riften looking for fresh blood. Hoping to find a chance to make his escape and running to the guild his dreams appeared shattered when Ulfric's forces where ambushed along the border of Skyrim.

However despair turn back into hope and then an opportunity when the Dragon attack allowed him a chance at freedom. Following the Imperial out of the town, S'faral quickly lost himself in the foliage and finished the trek into town on his own, wanting to be indebted to no one.

Keri Wintersheild grew up in the imperial city orphanage. The only clue to her parentage a letter from an Uncle to her father saying that he was being transfered to Skyrim from Bruma. Her father she barely remembers as a big blond Nord that smiled little, her mother she remembers not at all. Keri Knows that her mother was not a Nord, the "ladies" at the orphanage thought maybe redguard. Keri's father was killed when bandits raided the village he was posted in. The letter was the only thing not of value so that the "ladies" didn't take it.

When Keri was kicked out of the orphanage at 16 she found a job as a house maid with an Imperial Lady, several years later when the Lady decided to go to her cousins wedding her "ladies maid" said the trip would be to hard on her old bones so Keri said she would go. She thought maybe she would be able to find her Uncle and then he could tell her more about her parents and maybe know if her mother was still alive.

Almost into skyrim their caravan was attacked by bandit's everyone was killed except Keri, who was stripped of her fine clothes and left for dead. Keri wandered in the woods til she ran across the stormcloaks who said she could stay with them til the next village. The were ambushed and Keri again found herself knocked out this time to wakeup on the way to her exacution.

When the Dragon apeared and interupted the axeman she followed Ralof to Riverwood, between Helgen and Riverwood she learned to use an axe and bow the hard way, becaus she never wanted her safety to be left to others ever again.

She joined the Companions for more training and so that she would have a job that took her to different places so that she might track her Uncle down, her Uncle is retired from the guard, the guards she talked to said that he wanted to open an Inn somewhere, but they did not know exactly where.

Keri has now bought her second house, It is in Markarth, so that she has a home to come to while she explores the area looking for her Uncle. His Inn was definety not in the area around Whiterun.

My character got those scars from my previous character/ his brother in a fight over skooma!

i was born there