Gwyn has found her Altmer training in illusion and conjuration to be almost entirely useless to her. And all those years being trained in the school of alteration, just to cast light spells and transmute ore. A waste of effort, if not of time, for the Altmer have that to spare. Her restoration and enchanting lessons, however, and her self taught alchemy skills, have proven invaluable more times than she could care to remember. Seems the Healer's trade carries the benefit of a longer life than is perhaps deserved.

The joys of the forge and anvil were a surprise to her. Sweat, toil, and the sound of metal on metal have become second nature, with the help of some skilled human smiths. There's the irony. Her father would be more horrified at the thought of his daughter doing 'the work of peasants', than he would at the cruel efficiency with which his otherwise hopelessly kind-hearted daughter dispatches the Thalmor who cross her.

Found on a crumpled piece of paper in Haafingar :

"Most respected father, a short missive from your outcast and disgrace of a daughter. I am fine. The province of Skyrim has become my home. I even have a minor noble title, bestowed on me by the Jarl of Haafingar, the rightful High Queen. I am still a healer, still a fool for a tale of woe, still too helpful for a 'Highborn'.
You were disappointed at my choice of profession. Upset by my incalcitrance. Horrified by my attitude to those less fortunate. Well, you would curse the Aedra for letting me be born at all to see me now. I help those who ask, who need. I kill my enemies with remorse and sorrow. My best friend, and constant companion is a Khajiit. Though no master of the art, I have become a skilled blacksmith and weapon maker, and even you with all your refinement would be impressed by the jewelry I have created. Best and last though father, Know I am actively sought by agents of the Thalmor.
They have tried, and failed, to kill me on several occasions. Of course you know. How could you not? Were you horrified, worried for your little girl, embarrassed? Or did you give the order your blessing? One more secret too important for my honoured mother? Tell them to give up. All who have crossed me are dead. I will kill all who are sent. I will kill everyone who sends them after me, and at the last, with a tear in my eye and a weight on my heart, I will kill you too if it comes to that. Without mercy, though not without pity. How could I pity one as hallowed and esteemed as you, you may laugh? The rumours are true, but then you know that too. I am this 'Dovakhiin' they seek. Let them know. Let them come......"

Read the diary linked in my sig and find out .

Epic. That is all.

No Namira? She's the best.

I have a level 52 char on standby, to follow a Vamp char. The L52 char is a Dremora Lord, named Dremora Lord. He is actually the Unbound Dremora Lord, from the Conjuration Quest, of my first char. Mehrunes Dagon was less than pleased at the loss of a certain item. So...he cast the DL into the mortal world. As his punishment, for giving up the certain item, he must forego a pilgrimage of sorts. Where he must visit and appease all the Daedric Shrines.

I made him a High Elf and got him as close to a DL as the creator would allow. He is a master craftsman of Smithing. These guys make their own armor and weapons, after all. He is master in Heavy Armor and Two Handed Weapons. He is also a master Conjurer, able to command human thralls.

He has a long way to go, to complete the quest set before him. Funny thing is...he sees himself remaining in this mortal world. Where he could easily become godlike himself.

Akaidis Hlaalu decided to leave House Hlaalu in Morrowind for some international adventure. He didn't get far from Morrowind and into Skyrim when he was seized by some imperial soldiers. He was on his way to the chopping block when miraculously a dragon come out of the air saved him from a cruel fate. He then decided that adventuring was the best type of life style one could live. He escaped the city with a Nord named Hodvar. Following him to Riverwood, Hodvar suggested that Akaidis go to Solitude and join the Legion. He had a good memory of The Empire from his house in Morrowind so he took the advice and set off.

When he got to Solitude, he absolutely fell in love with the city and began to naturally protect it. He killed a band of local pirates, bandits, and then vampires. Akaidis found a follower of the deadric lord Sheogorath there, by helping the follower he got a great amount of respect for most of the Deadra (which later compelled him to start worshiping Azura and Meridia, along with the Eight). He joined the bards college and brought back to fire festival, and while doing it got into Jarl Elisef the Fair, and help her with the Dragonreach problem, which let to a fight with the great Wolf Queen. For his heroism he was elevated to the title of Thane and he bought property.

After settling in Solitude for awhile he decided to protect it further and joined the Legion. He championed the fight against the Stormcloaks. On the way he met a amazing dunmer women in Kynesgrove and married her in Riften at the Temple of Mara. He followed Tullius and Legate Rikkes orders to Windhelm where he slayed Ulfric with his own blade.

Ulfric said something about Akaidis being a Dragonborn so he went to the Whiterun court wizard for help in what this meant, he killed a dragon with the local guard and soon found out. He traveled to High Hrothgar at the Greybeards call and has just finishedmeeting the great Dragon Parthanax. And is now on a mission for a certain scroll. He has become a hardened and abide adventurer.

He went from looking like a young punk rocker to an awkward similarity between Commander Shepard and General Tulius lol

Pics or it didn't happen

Hulgar, my Nord, was just a normal Nord with a terrible past. His parents were slaughtered by Forsworn at their own little village in Skyrim. All he really cared about was protecting himself, and making some coin at it. When he found out he was dragonborn, it did change him a little bit. He wanted to discover the power he held, and use it so no one can screw him over, and he will become a wealthy mansion owner. But throughout the main quest, things just changed him. The experiences of the MQ, joining the Companions, fighting by Ulfric's side against te Empire, and other things made him a better person.
Now he has a wife, a home in Windhelm, he enjoys helping people and making sure the Companions have a good reputation, and he doesn't really care about coin at all anymore. His wife is the first person he ever loved since his parents, who died when he was only 14. Soon, Hulgar will be ready to just relax with his wife and enjoy the more peaceful Skyrim he had made.

My assassin was a cold hearted murderer until she found love with a friendly young alchemist.

But now she's starting to annoy me so I think I'm going to divorce her... with my knife.

My character evolved into an abortion, much like Skyrim should have. I started out wanting to be a mage, but my game crashed constantly even though I'm gaming on $1000+ hardware. Since that happens so frequently no character development has taken place at all, let alone gotten to the point where roleplaying could be achieved.

Best post ever.

As for the topic.. Nox-From-Tropoja was caught crossing the border, wrongly tossed in with the Stormcloaks, escapes with Ralof, learns about the rebellion. Goes to Windhelm to join up, meets the Dunmer and Argonians in the Assemblage, then talks to Brunwulf. Decides the Stormcloaks have a just cause, but Ulfric is a bigot power hungry [censored], so leaves Windhelm (after helping his Egg Brothers/Sisters at the assemblage!) and goes to Riften.

Joins the Thieves Guild - Gets rich, restores it to its former glory, then takes over. Lots of side jobs and such along the way, but all of them have ulterior motives. Nothing is done for the greater good, unless it has long term political ramifications that are taken into account. However, gotta add he's got a soft spot for his fellow Argonians, and will go out of his way to help/aid them when possible. Also during all of the above, has been buying/stealing/looting every bit of skooma on the market in an attempt to rise as the prominent dealer and crush the competition. Skooma traders have been either murdered or run off from the Rift, and their supply now r belong to Nox.

While passing through Darkwater Crossing, learned of a missing Argonian. Found him, and he has served as a bodyguard/companion since. Also was betrayed by Thonar (the quest bugged on me?) and was promptly found dead in his home with no signs of struggle/fight. Wanted in Windhelm with a 25000 gold plus bounty, and the Reach with 10000 gold.

not a deep role player, but my highrock magician has become more of a summoner and fencer than the original pure mage design i started with. Also has become much more of a student in the college collcecting books and soul gems for the guild

Who me?
Friend, and sit yourself next to this fine fire, And I'll spin a tale that is ripped right from story books your momma used to read to you to scare ya proper.
There I was traveling with light coin purse, hunting in a fine lush forest, herbs, mushrooms and such. I stopped by a small creek to relieve myself, then all hell broke loose. Turns out I got caught up in an imperial fishing net that had caught none other then Ulfric Stormcloak! Bit of bad luck there I have to say. Caught with me short sword in me hand!
I was there when the dragon swooped down and sundered the town. I saw the beast with my head on the block! Had it not attacked when it did, I would be dead.
You heard that part of my tail did ya?
No doubt ya know about me being Dragonborn then? Tis true friend. I am the Bosmer that absorbs the very soul of a Dragon.
You should slow down on the mead friend, you look kind of pale. please sit... here I will help ya.
From there it is a blur. You see, I started running with some gentlemen from a small city called Riften. They had a bit of bad luck that I was able to turn around for them.
We had a few different ideas about how things should be done and I took on a... solo mission and caught up with a new small family who I saw more eye to eye with.
I had a bit of a rough and tumble time with this group. Turns out, management had a problem with my listening skills and sold me out when I tried to obtain a rather valuable crown.
This cost my elders dearly.
This? You have a fine eye. This is a artifact of great power, It is known as the Black Star.
Do? This artifact is my soul mate. You see, when I remove my dagger from your artery, this little guy here will svck your soul from your body, not so unlike I do with dragon kind.
Sorry for the abrupt ending, but well, business is business.
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I am not pretty good at making a Story for my Character so don't laugh Also my english might be messed up because its not my main language

Name: Meow
Race: Khajiit
Age. 21

http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b74/Desert-Rat/Skyrim/MeowSkyrim145.jpg was born in Riverwood (Elsweyr) Because of his domestic cat like fur he became the name Meow instead of the Name which his parents had choosed. He lost his parents with the age of 12 years and was raised by the Khajiit Mage Jo'Rakha. Soon they noticed that Meow wasn't a good Mage, he wasn't able to cast more then simple spells of healing and after long training an Fireball (which did some damage to the furniture). That was the reason they send him to Do'Baadar and old Khajiit Swordmaster. They discoverd his talent for the art of fighting with his Claws and the exposure with swords. Meow liked to train with Master as often as he could and became an great Warrior but never became the title of one. After he became 16 years he sneaked into an house and tried to steal an valuable Ring. Sadly he wasn't really clever at stealing stuff like many other Khajiit. He was caught by the owner of the ring Raksada who was a member of the Thieves guild in Elsweyr. He recognized Meow and offered him a deal to don't tell the Guards of his attemp. Raksada taught Meow many things how to sneak properly and how to use shadows to hide. After the training he ordered Meow to steal an important Amulett from the Mages Guild in Leyawiin which was from high value.
As he arrived in Leyawiin he waited till the sunset and quickly climbed through a window into the Mages Guild, after a few Minutes the Amulett changed the owner. As Meow returned to Leyawiin he saw Raksada with two Guards which arrested Meow as a Thief. The Guards however gave the Amulett to Raksada who said to be the owner of the stolen Item.
From this moment Meow had learned a hard lesson to not trust anyone he doesn't know. Only because of the good reputation of his Master, Meow was released on parole. With the Age of 19 years he started to travel around, he tried himself as Guard for Khajiit Caravans and visited many places of Tamriel. After his Caravan went into an ambush of Orc Marouders he was left back injured with most of his Caravan followers dead. Meow and one of the Merchants survived the attack and returned to Riverwood. But the city life wasn't made for him so he continued his Adventures.


Cheesy isn't it?

So what has the handsome guy been up to in Skyrim?

He was up to join a Caravan in Skyrim, but sadly got caught by the Imperials.

My Nord was a character who started out as a thief and all around criminal scum. After all, you're about to be executed by the Imperials for a reason. As soon as my character found out he was Dragonborn and had a responsibility to be the heroic dragonslayer he was destined to be he became more honorable and left his criminal ways behind him.

That's how I RP'd it.

I'll sum them up:

- Aino the Nord warrior changed from a Stormcloak fanatic to Imperialist.
- Dagir the Redguard warrior started out as a mercenary but ended up fighting and destroying all mercenary/bandit/criminal organizations. He is a one-man police state.
- Ocemar the Altmer Mage started out as a covert Thalmor agent but has been growing fond of the local population and has considered defecting.
- Aurora the Imperial Rogue started out as a roving thief but straightened up and joined the Army.

My Redguard warrior hasn`t really evolved much to be honest.

He`s always been pretty jaded with life in general so nothing has really surprised him. He appreciates the protection of a Huscarl, but expects her to die pretty quickly. He bought a house which is nice, but uneventful...

As for any kind of relationship or wife? Nothing`s happened so he spends most of his time fighting the civll war and helping unfortunate people.

He does like cheesecake though.

Name: Damien / Raven
Race: Bosmer
Age: 27

Damien is a mentally disordered Bosmer born 27 years ago and raised in the Riften orphanage by a cruel woman named Grelod. He was found as a newborn baby at the steps of the Temple of Mara and spent all of his childhood in the orphanage. By age 12 he had already escaped several times, just to be found a few days later and brought back to the orphanage. By age 14 he was finally able to escape the orphanage and traveled all the way down to Valenwood, the home of his ancestors. He spent most of his youth alone in the woods, developing archery, alchemy and sneak skills. When his "bad" Raven side felt the time was right he traveled back to Skyrim to take revenge upon Grelod The Kind. His "good" side tried to stop him but his bad side eventually prevailed. The origins of his personality disorder are unknown but are mostly due to the treatment received during his days in the orphanage, when he was beaten and locked in the closet over the silliest reasons. Most of the time he's Damien, a humble and troubled man afraid of just about anything, but every one and then his dark side Raven emerges and takes full control of his mind and body. The Damien and Raven personalities are constantly fighting each other and no one has ever prevailed over the another for any longer than a few weeks. Their role as the Dragonborn is split as well into two opposite roles: while Damien is willing to fight the evil and free the land from the enemy, Raven takes advantage of his powers for his own evil purposes [that's why he gladly joined both the Dark Brotherhood and the Thieves Guild]. Their fate has yet to be written, no one can tell who will prevail at the end of the day.

It's the most difficult character I've ever roleplayed but, man, it's damn fun.

As an assassin character, I can't role play in a video game like this one if all the characters are essential. It breaks my immersion.

Katherine is a black mage, or a necromancer, if you listen to the less educated masses. She focuses in Illusion, Destruction and Enchanting/Alchemy.

She started out in Fellglow Keep. Where she had just finished her apprentice training. However, she was bored with her masters. She thought they were holding her back. So she showed them how pathetic they truly were, and killed them all. Why do you need power if you don't intend to use it for yourself?

Their few belongings, she sold, and profits were spent hiring a mercenary. And to practice bartering and on alchemical reagents.

Upon reaching Whiterun, she encountered a group of guards fighting a dragon. She patiently waited until their screams had died down, and the sickly smell of burnt flesh masked her scent, and quietly walked up and finished the bleeding creature with a single lightning bolt.

The mongrels hailed her as a dragonborn. And here she had thoght all mages could speak the dragon tounge. Simpleminded fools. She guessed she could be the people's champion for a while. Afterall, she needed them to gather resources for her enchanting.

Her house in Whiterun quickly became the talk of the town. In hushed whispers they spoke of people entering, and never coming out. Yet the guards never found anything.
Little did they know that the townspeople were lying on the shelves and in drawers, forever trapped in little crystallic gems. And the guards had a lot more gold to spend down in the tavern.
Once she had laid the town, and most nearby caves, deserted by her experimentation, she had a good set of magic equipment.

It was time to move on.

She decided to infiltrate the Winterhold college. Intrigued by their excavation of a nearby ruin, she decided to play double agent here for a while. Between the Thalmor and the mages. By telling the forign emmisary everything the college masters were up to, she managed to have the Arch-mage killed, and the Thalmor destroyed by absorbing a power too large for the poor fool to contain. Amateurs. They got what they deserved.

Now she rules the College as the new Arch Mage.

She has recently been contemplating to announce that she is looking for a suitable person to marry. Certainly her new title would lure a lot of victims to her chambers. Afterall, souls are always in demand.

My Stormcloak Nord Warrior, http://i647.photobucket.com/albums/uu197/Hoermius/ScreenShot8.jpg is an ex-pirate from the Illiac Bay region, who raided Thalmor and Imperial ships alike. After being attacked and nearly killed by the Thalmor, he escaped and fled to Skyrim, where after being taken prisoner by the Imperials, decided to take up the Stormcloak cause, mainly because he felt that if the Imperials and Thalmor actually worked out who he was, he'd be killed anyway. After winning the civil war, he turned his attention towards the Dragon crisis. After discovering that he was Dragonborn, and becoming disillusioned with Ulfric, he took it upon himself to become the true hero of Skyrim.

My Imperial Knight, Marus Avellan, came form Anvil's nobility. During the Great War, his family were killed defending Anvil during the Thalmor assault on the city. Left destitute after the White-Gold Concordat and the end of the Great War, Marus was forced to use his skills as a mercenary to make ends meet. Hearing of the Stormcloak rebellion, Marus went North, to stop Ulfric destroying the Empire.


There's a difference between being an assassin and a mass murderer you know.

Bjorn the Fearless

Nord warrior who specialized in heavy armor and 2h weapons.

Hails from Markarth, but somehow was caught "crossing the boarder" and is now a "foreigner" to Galmar Stonefist?

Values his Nordic history. Believes in honor, courage, valor and loyalty.... and also believes that (most) elves needs to feel the bite of The Ruefull Axe that he carries. Has a kind heart towards the weak and poor. Disdain's the rich and corrupted. He's helpful, courteous and sympathetic. He also can put a few bottles of mead away in a single sitting!


I've been having a lot of fun RP'ing this guy and I can't wait to RP his Imperial counterpart next.

I have just started playing a DID Khajiit about half an hour ago, I escaped Helgen without picking anything up, so I essentially enter the world with nothing. I am roleplaying a thief named J'Dato, after escaping from Helgen I went and activated the thief stone, then went to the nearest shack which I then found out was called Anise's cabin with an old woman named Anise sitting outside, she seemed like a nice enough woman so I entered the cabin and undiscovered a hidden trapdoor I picke the novice lock and went through it there was an alchemy table and an enchanting table, with a strange note. After I went back up the ladders to the cabin I was attacked by Anise, I quickly struck her down with my catlike claws and looted her body. After the fight I looked around the cabin stealing this witches items and found myself some bread, pheasant and some vegetable stew I ate the bread and went to sleep until 9 pm. When I woke up I ate the vegetable stew and made my way to Riverwood on the way I found a dead treasure hunter I looted his body and found out he was looking for some sort of sword which he had tracked down to a certain cave, I took his armor and found out he was an orc treasure hunter, I liked the sound of the shiny sword but I thought to myself it sounded like too much of an adventure for J'Dato so I took the note for a later date and continued to Riverwood which is where I am now.

Let me know what you think guys!