So I didnt notice this kind of topic anywhere. So are you roleplayer? Did you plan your characters backround story? Why he/she came to Skyrim? What do you seek?

This is my story, it is pretty simple but I like it for backround story


So I finally made it! I came from Cyrodil to seek new start, in the land of Nords, land of mountains, the land of Skyrim!
The leaving from Cyrodil was right decision. I couldnt stay there a moment longer. The memory of my wife and son was too heavy for me to carry. They were murdered... Everything I have was gone...

I was the leader of thieves guild in Cyrodil, its not the most honorable path and Im not so proud of it. But stealing and hunting with my bow is only thing Im very good at. One of my customer's wanted me to steal some crown of Jarl's. I managed to get it but they caught me near the city enterance. But no, they didnt throw me into jail or mine. I got the most painful punishment man can get. They murdered my family. After that they sent message to all citys of Cyrodil that Im a wanted man. I couldnt go anywhere without getting guards or bounty hunters after me. My only choise was to leave Cyrodil for good.

After I came to Skyrim. I saw some soldiers near the road. Wearing some kind of blue costumes.
I went to them, to ask direction to Solitude. But right before I opened my mouth, soldiers, wearing red costumes attacked. It was mass confusion going on there. Soldiers with blue costumes didnt have a chanse against that well planned ambush. Before I even realize im sitting in wagon.

We stopped at Helgen. I saw the headsman standing near the block. I knew this was my end, I was about to go Sovangard. They didnt belive Im not one of those blue costume soldiers, Stormcloacks, I've heard they are. It was some kind of rebellion going on in Skyrim. There I was, head on the block, watching headsman sharping his axe. I couldnt belive after all this, it will end like this. When headsman raises his axe. I saw it! I couldnt belive my eyes!
And this is where my journey starts Now tell your story!

Oh I just noticed there was topic about this. You can ignore this one for good. My bad

Why was i picked for this task? Why could they not send someone more seasonable and more experienced for the task? Investigate why the crypts around Skyrim had shown great activity? I packed my gear and went over to my horse. Waved my loved ones good bye and rode away in the sunset. I have had lived rather seclusive after my initiation. Day after day passed, seemed no end to it. I stopped at a tavern in the woods. Walked in and ran into a courier. We talked half the night, he was very polite towards me, he handed me a rumor of that a rebellion was going on in Skyrim. I was shocked, i could not believe a rebellion had taken its place in my home province. But why? Skyrim were fine without the interference of the Stormcloak's. I went to rest on a bed i had rented and the day after the journey continued.

There it was, three weeks later, i could see the border.. How i had missed my province, even though my entire family has been killed by the Imperials for their "True Nord" beliefs. Which would make me the "black sheep" in the family i guess. I hated the lot of them, but it will be empty without them. I wonder if their house in Whiterun is waiting for me. The thought of it, sit at the Bannered Mare and take myself a pint while i hear the many stories, something ive would have wanted to do since child. But things changed when i got sent to Cyrodiil for my training.

I crossed the border, i could feel the cold air in my lungs. All of the sudden a group of bandits attacked and litterly ran me over with their shouting and blade wielding. I gave them what they wanted, my pouch of gold, my family jewel and my armor. Apparently a steel armor were expensive in these parts. Good start i thought, this is the welcome i get after 15 years of absence. That would be the last thing i remembered before they hit me in the head and left me there in rags. I woke up on a cart along with some stormcloak rebels. I could not even speak, it was all a blur.

We arrived to Helgen, i tried to explain all the time that i was not suppose to be there, i was innocent, i just arrived. But the imperials would not listen, and my papers from the order were missing from the robbery, so i could not proof my innocent. All this made me see why my family viewed themself as true childs of Skyrim, why the imperial's were considered "Bad people". Things i had never seen. They wanted to execute me, for laying on the ground in blood. Thank you Imperial's..