What Are Your Characters Back Stories? : V

» Mon Jun 25, 2012 5:03 am

This Is Just A Fun Forum Where You Tell Everyone Your Characters Back Stories

» Mon Jun 25, 2012 3:29 pm

Garm is an orphaned argonian who has lived in Cyrodiil his whole life. His sister is Arch-Mage, and his brother is the head of the Fighter's Guild. Garm has lived his life a simple ranger, spending his time helping his siblings achieve greatness. One night, a man asks Garm to track down a vampire on the Skyrim border. Demeter helps Garm, she is interested in vampires. When they arrive, they are jumped by imperials. Demeter quickly cloaks, but Garm is apprehended, and stripped of his gear. He is taken hostage across the border along with men he doesn't recognize.

» Mon Jun 25, 2012 9:13 am

My characters name is Altair Volkihar (named after the vampire of skyrim) his family were killed by a pack of werewolves when he was 16. He survived later in the night he was preparing to hunt the werewolves down, in his search he met a strange man who offered him a special gift to fight the werewolves this was when he was turned into a vampire he then slaughtered the wolves. It has been hundreds of years since then but every night goes out to kill werewolves to honour his families deaths like a nord should.

» Mon Jun 25, 2012 3:32 pm

Garm is an orphaned argonian who has lived in Cyrodiil his whole life. His sister is Arch-Mage, and his brother is the head of the Fighter's Guild. Garm has lived his life a simple ranger, spending his time helping his siblings achieve greatness. One night, a man asks Garm to track down a vampire on the Skyrim border. Demeter helps Garm, she is interested in vampires. When they arrive, they are jumped by imperials. Demeter quickly cloaks, but Garm is apprehended, and stripped of his gear. He is taken hostage across the border along with men he doesn't recognize.

Cool

» Mon Jun 25, 2012 11:37 am

Gutslit lived most of his life in Elswyer as an orphan on the street. His parents were murdered by the Thalmor for not complying with their ideals, and he was given quite a few dagger wounds on both his legs that were only ever halfway healed when he went to a healer. The murder happened due to religious disputes his parents had with the rest of the family members. Talos worship was something the rest of the family scorned them for ever since they took it up.

Gutslit's real name is M'rakic, but he refuses to have any ties to his family since they refused to raise him after the death of his parents. He never chose the name Gutslit, it was just a nickname he believed suited him as a given name. He's extremely self-conscious of what others see in him, so he covers everything but the tail. He grew up pretty much purposefully alone, but did have skooma parties with some of the local youth. He was extremely timid and afraid, spending days just hiding in the most obscure place he could find just to get away from the sight of the Thalmor walking the streets. He often would steal anything he needed since all his money was used to heal his wounds.

He accidentally stole a bow around the time he was 16, which sparked his interest in archery. He would spend days making his own bows and testing them or watching the archers practice. His sticks for arrows soon became much more arrow like as he watched fletchers doing their job. Soon enough, he found out a bow could be used for hunting. His hunting trips often became escapes from his life. The few friends he had would have to force him out of the trees when he was gone for too long out of fear that his quiet demeanor and personality was really hiding suicidal feelings.

He was obsessed with living the life of a hunter. He believed it was a free way of life. Hunting related dreams had now replaced the nightmares he was haunted by. What most Khajiit would call just a way to get food was happiness for Gutslit. His love of archery got him through his life prior to being sent to Skyrim for his recurring outbursts of violence against high ranking Thalmor.

He has had major depression since he was young, and always has been prone to obsessive actions and interests. He outright despises magic and only uses it for restorative purposes. He always pushes anyone wishing to be friendly with him away, in most cases, anyways. He denounced all religion after the murder of his parents. Religion is just pain to him. He despises Talos the most and sees Talos as a symbol of suffering. He's currently 29.

Many of his friends were members of bandit gangs, so he was part of one for a short time, but has put that life behind him after they were arrested.

» Mon Jun 25, 2012 2:38 am

My characters name is Altair Volkihar (named after the vampire of skyrim) his family were killed by a pack of werewolves when he was 16. He survived later in the night he was preparing to hunt the werewolves down, in his search he met a strange man who offered him a special gift to fight the werewolves this was when he was turned into a vampire he then slaughtered the wolves. It has been hundreds of years since then but every night goes out to kill werewolves to honour his families deaths like a nord should.

Nice

» Mon Jun 25, 2012 11:57 am

This is long, and this is RIGHT before Helgen.

Spoiler

Character Profile: Cornell Grey
Male, Breton, 17, Werewolf
Cornell lived a simple life. He lived with his mother in the Imperial City. Until he entered their home one day to find an mercenary's sword shoved through her chest. Ice erupted from Cornell's palm and the assassin dropped to the floor in his mother's blood, a frigid corpse. He rushed to his mother's side. "Go... to Sk-skyrim," she managed to choke out. A final blood-tainted breath escaped her chest as she embraced her demise.

Cornell stormed out onto the Temple District street, crippled with grievous sobs and harboring bloodthirsty thoughts of revenge. He had to destroy everyone who was remotely responsible for his mother's murder. He went back inside and chipped away at the murderer's corpse until he found the bloodstained contract... sent by the father he never knew, a Vigilant of Stendarr.

To Skyrim he went.

He took a carriage to Bruma, and stayed in order to scout out a route to smuggle himself into the Nordic province. After hearing the barkeep tell a story about how his grandfather helped the Champion of Cyrodill find a way to Pale Pass, he knew what he had to do. But as he walked out of the bar, he fell to the ground in agonizing pain.

"Look," the Hunter's voice echoed through his mind. "Watch one of these mortals in his... hunt."

Cornell struggled to lift his chin up. On the busy street, he discerned an old Imperial huntsman offering a little girl taffy as he urged her into an alleyway between two mansions. He looked around to make sure no one saw, and followed her.

"This man fancies himself a hunter," Hircine said. "He thinks he's one of us. Show him the true meaning of the Hunt."

Another wave of pain rippled through Cornell as the Hunter Prince changed him. His hands--claws--trembled, his skin--fur--crawled. His new form felt... so natural.

"Go, my hound."

Obviously this transformation caught the attention of more than a few Bruma townsfolk. Guards hollered, citizens screamed. But Cornell had a task. Cornell had prey.

He darted across the street and through to the alley. His prey could not escape him. He crawled through the alleyway and caught sight of the Imperial pedophile, covering the girl's mouth in the gardens behind the Bruma manors. Cornell stepped out of the alley, growling. The man gasped, and let go of the girl. He stepped back, and pulled out an iron dagger. The girl fell on the snow-covered grass. Cornell inched closer, positioning himself between the man and the girl. He snarled at the man, who cowered on the ground.

Blood poured onto the snow as Cornell ripped his throat open.

"Well done, my hound."

The girl watched her savior, terrified, but safe. As Cornell lifted his bloodstained muzzle, he turned to her, his head low. The girl reached out her hand to his head.

The guards shot an arrow at him, barely missing him.

The girl quickly jumped up to protect the werewolf, her arms outstretched, blocking him from the guards. "He killed the man who was going to hurt me," she said.

The guards made no effort to understand. They stepped forward to grab the girl, and readied more arrows. But before they could get a good shot, Cornell jumped onto the roof of a manor. He gave the girl a final glance, and ran out of the city.

"Congratulations, my hound," Hircine said. "You saved a little mortal girl, and saved me from losing a rather nice spear to Sheogorath again. Use your gift wisely, and hunt in My name."

Cornell's paws could carry him no further than Pale Pass before he lost consciousness.

Basically, Hircine turns me because Sheogorath bet him the Spear of Bitter Mercy that he couln't perform a selfless act.

» Mon Jun 25, 2012 2:58 am

Gutslit lived most of his life in Elswyer as an orphan on the street. His parents were murdered by the Thalmor for not complying with their ideals, and he was given quite a few dagger wounds on both his legs that were only ever halfway healed when he went to a healer. The murder happened due to religious disputes his parents had with the rest of the family members. Talos worship was something the rest of the family scorned them for ever since they took it up.

Gutslit's real name is M'rakic, but he refuses to have any ties to his family since they refused to raise him after the death of his parents. He never chose the name Gutslit, it was just a nickname he believed suited him as a given name. He's extremely self-conscious of what others see in him, so he covers everything but the tail. He grew up pretty much purposefully alone, but did have skooma parties with some of the local youth. He was extremely timid and afraid, spending days just hiding in the most obscure place he could find just to get away from the sight of the Thalmor walking the streets. He often would steal anything he needed since all his money was used to heal his wounds.

He accidentally stole a bow around the time he was 16, which sparked his interest in archery. He would spend days making his own bows and testing them or watching the archers practice. His sticks for arrows soon became much more arrow like as he watched fletchers doing their job. Soon enough, he found out a bow could be used for hunting. His hunting trips often became escapes from his life. The few friends he had would have to force him out of the trees when he was gone for too long out of fear that his quiet demeanor and personality was really hiding suicidal feelings.

He was obsessed with living the life of a hunter. He believed it was a free way of life. Hunting related dreams had now replaced the nightmares he was haunted by. What most Khajiit would call just a way to get food was happiness for Gutslit. His love of archery got him through his life prior to being sent to Skyrim for his recurring outbursts of violence against high ranking Thalmor.

He has had major depression since he was young, and always has been prone to obsessive actions and interests. He outright despises magic and only uses it for restorative purposes. He always pushes anyone wishing to be friendly with him away, in most cases, anyways. He denounced all religion after the murder of his parents. Religion is just pain to him. He despises Talos the most and sees Talos as a symbol of suffering. He's currently 29.

Many of his friends were members of bandit gangs, so he was part of one for a short time, but has put that life behind him after they were arrested.

By far the best back story ever

» Mon Jun 25, 2012 6:16 pm

Sir William's backstory:

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 Bel Air:

Spoiler

"In west Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground was where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
And all shootin some b-ball outside of the 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
She said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air'

I begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed my suite case and sent me on my way
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket.
I put my walkman on and said, 'I might as well kick it'.

First class, yo this is bad
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass.
Is this what the people of Bel-Air Living like?
Hmmmmm this might be alright.

But wait I hear there're prissy, wine all that
Is Bel-Air the type of place they send this cool cat?
I don't think so
I'll see when I get there
I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air

Well, the plane landed and when I came out
There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out
I ain't trying to get arrested
I just got here
I sprang with the quickness like lightening, disappeared

I whistled for a cab and when it came near
The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror
If anything I can say this cab is rare
But I thought 'Now forget it' - 'Yo homes to Bel Air'

I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later'
I looked at my kingdom
I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air"

» Mon Jun 25, 2012 8:22 am

This is long, and this is RIGHT before Helgen.

Spoiler

Character Profile: Cornell Grey
Male, Breton, 17, Werewolf
Cornell lived a simple life. He lived with his mother in the Imperial City. Until he entered their home one day to find an mercenary's sword shoved through her chest. Ice erupted from Cornell's palm and the assassin dropped to the floor in his mother's blood, a frigid corpse. He rushed to his mother's side. "Go... to Sk-skyrim," she managed to choke out. A final blood-tainted breath escaped her chest as she embraced her demise.
Cornell stormed out onto the Temple District street, crippled with grievous sobs and harboring bloodthirsty thoughts of revenge. He had to destroy everyone who was remotely responsible for his mother's murder. He went back inside and chipped away at the murderer's corpse until he found the bloodstained contract... sent by the father he never knew, a Vigilant of Stendarr.
To Skyrim he went.
He took a carriage to Bruma, and stayed in order to scout out a route to smuggle himself into the Nordic province. After hearing the barkeep tell a story about how his grandfather helped the Champion of Cyrodill find a way to Pale Pass, he knew what he had to do. But as he walked out of the bar, he fell to the ground in agonizing pain.
"Look," the Hunter's voice echoed through his mind. "Watch one of these mortals in his... hunt."
Cornell struggled to lift his chin up. On the busy street, he discerned an old Imperial huntsman offering a little girl taffy as he urged her into an alleyway between two mansions. He looked around to make sure no one saw, and followed her.
"This man fancies himself a hunter," Hircine said. "He thinks he's one of us. Show him the true meaning of the Hunt."
Another wave of pain rippled through Cornell as the Hunter Prince changed him. His hands--claws--trembled, his skin--fur--crawled. His new form felt... so natural.
"Go, my hound."
Obviously this transformation caught the attention of more than a few Bruma townsfolk. Guards hollered, citizens screamed. But Cornell had a task. Cornell had prey.
He darted across the street and through to the alley. His prey could not escape him. He crawled through the alleyway and caught sight of the Imperial pedophile, covering the girl's mouth in the gardens behind the Bruma manors. Cornell stepped out of the alley, growling. The man gasped, and let go of the girl. He stepped back, and pulled out an iron dagger. The girl fell on the snow-covered grass. Cornell inched closer, positioning himself between the man and the girl. He snarled at the man, who cowered on the ground.
Blood poured onto the snow as Cornell ripped his throat open.
"Well done, my hound."
The girl watched her savior, terrified, but safe. As Cornell lifted his bloodstained muzzle, he turned to her, his head low. The girl reached out her hand to his head.
The guards shot an arrow at him, barely missing him.
The girl quickly jumped up to protect the werewolf, her arms outstretched, blocking him from the guards. "He killed the man who was going to hurt me," she said.
The guards made no effort to understand. They stepped forward to grab the girl, and readied more arrows. But before they could get a good shot, Cornell jumped onto the roof of a manor. He gave the girl a final glance, and ran out of the city.
"Congratulations, my hound," Hircine said. "You saved a little mortal girl, and saved me from losing a rather nice spear to Sheogorath again. Use your gift wisely, and hunt in My name."
Cornell's paws could carry him no further than Pale Pass before he lost consciousness.

Basically, Hircine turns me because Sheogorath bet him the Spear of Bitter Mercy that he couln't perform a selfless act.

I've changed my mind this is the best back storie ever

» Mon Jun 25, 2012 1:17 pm

By far the best back story ever :smile:

Thanks. I'm quite proud of the character, myself.

» Mon Jun 25, 2012 6:04 pm

I've changed my mind this is the best back storie ever

Spoiler

Gutslit lived most of his life in Elswyer as an orphan on the street. His parents were murdered by the Thalmor for not complying with their ideals, and he was given quite a few dagger wounds on both his legs that were only ever halfway healed when he went to a healer. The murder happened due to religious disputes his parents had with the rest of the family members. Talos worship was something the rest of the family scorned them for ever since they took it up.
Gutslit's real name is M'rakic, but he refuses to have any ties to his family since they refused to raise him after the death of his parents. He never chose the name Gutslit, it was just a nickname he believed suited him as a given name. He's extremely self-conscious of what others see in him, so he covers everything but the tail. He grew up pretty much purposefully alone, but did have skooma parties with some of the local youth. He was extremely timid and afraid, spending days just hiding in the most obscure place he could find just to get away from the sight of the Thalmor walking the streets. He often would steal anything he needed since all his money was used to heal his wounds.
He accidentally stole a bow around the time he was 16, which sparked his interest in archery. He would spend days making his own bows and testing them or watching the archers practice. His sticks for arrows soon became much more arrow like as he watched fletchers doing their job. Soon enough, he found out a bow could be used for hunting. His hunting trips often became escapes from his life. The few friends he had would have to force him out of the trees when he was gone for too long out of fear that his quiet demeanor and personality was really hiding suicidal feelings.
He was obsessed with living the life of a hunter. He believed it was a free way of life. Hunting related dreams had now replaced the nightmares he was haunted by. What most Khajiit would call just a way to get food was happiness for Gutslit. His love of archery got him through his life prior to being sent to Skyrim for his recurring outbursts of violence against high ranking Thalmor.
He has had major depression since he was young, and always has been prone to obsessive actions and interests. He outright despises magic and only uses it for restorative purposes. He always pushes anyone wishing to be friendly with him away, in most cases, anyways. He denounced all religion after the murder of his parents. Religion is just pain to him. He despises Talos the most and sees Talos as a symbol of suffering. He's currently 29.
Many of his friends were members of bandit gangs, so he was part of one for a short time, but has put that life behind him after they were arrested.

Epic. But... how does one "accidentally steal" a bow?

» Mon Jun 25, 2012 11:36 am

My character story begens In valenwood where his parents where killed by the thalmor when they were deemed unPure elf blood and my character took revenge but hunting down the thalmor agents who took his mother and father to their death like all bosmer he was excellent with a bow and arrow by unlike most bosmer he had skill with sword and sheild that would rival the Redguards of hammerfell after tracking them down and killing them with brutal efficiency he set out to hunt down any and all thalmor who threatened the safety of those who could not defend themselves and thus he ended up In skyrim but that my friends is a story for another thread

» Mon Jun 25, 2012 4:04 pm

Tynon, grew up with mercenaries and left them when he got old enough. Thought some basic magic by a priest of the Eight(yes, he was born after the Great War) who had been captured as a part of the contract. Before he left the mercenaries he slit the throat of his father, who at the time was the leader of the group. Left High Rock to go to Cyrodiil, but after a couple of years as a freelance he left for Skyrim.

» Mon Jun 25, 2012 5:56 am

My newest character:

Elenor Pearlheart was born into a life of piratry, her mother was the legendary Iszara Black who became Iszara 'Black Pearl' Pearlheart after she married Elenor's father, Willyam Pearlheart, Willyam was a criminal who once worked for the East Empire trading company but went to live on the ship 'The Spirit of Yokuda' with Iszara and the crew, when they had originally kidnapped him, planning to put a ransom on him, however after he proved he was good with numbers (which helped keep the treasury organised), a blade, among many other things. Iszara kept him on board and eventually they fell in love and became the perfect partners in crime. After a couple of years of piratry and pillaging the two were blessed to bring a new crew member on board, their daughter, Elenor Pearlheart. Elenor grew up to be a little pirate herself, she could talk her way out of any situation, and if that didnt work she could just as easily fight her way out, even at the age of 9. She was respected by all the crew and she respected them back just as much, it wasn't until the age of 16 that she was allowed to truly fight along side her parents, and when she did she proved she was more than capable of holding her own.

However on a stormy night, the Spirit of Yokuda was flew upside down near the coast of Rihad, Elenor fainted and was brought to shore by two of the crew on a raft. She awoke in complete shock, the crew told her what had happened and that they believe the Spirit of Yokuda as well as her parents may have been drowned, determined to find them Elenor looked for 7 months whilst the crew went there seperate ways, she hired other pirates to find them out at sea and mages to use spells to find any sign of them or the shipwreck near the were the crash would have been, however there was nothing. Elenor stopped looking and made her home in Rihad, living in the taverns and stealing for upkeep, and had made a decent life for herself over the course of the next year.

However, one night, Elenor overheard stories of an item, 'The Septim Of Satakal', a gold coin that was once a personal item of a spirit of the old world, that was said to have survived the destruction using the walkabout and was blessed by Tall Papa to grant its finder 3 wishes, the coin however no longer looks like it had in the previous world and has taken on the form of a Septim, with the exception that instead of the symbol of the Empire, it bears a scale taken from the old skin . Elenor knew this was the only way to finally find out once and for all what happened to her parents... any maybe even bring them back alive. She overheard that the item now resides in Skyrim, but that it's current owner does not know of it's value. Elenor set off to Skyrim to start her search, her plan; to make a real life for herself in Skyrim whilst discretley searching for the Septim and carrying on the legacy of Iszara 'Black Pearl' Pearlheart. However as she crossed the border she was ambushed by Imperials and unexpectedly taken off to Helgen...

» Mon Jun 25, 2012 3:49 am

Gunnar was born to Nord parents, who had once been members of the Blades. Spending much of his early life on the run with his family, they were extremely careful to never have it revealed that he was their son so that the Thalmor was never aware of his existence. He grew up recognizing all Nine of the Divines and listening to his parents stories of the Great War and warnings on what the Thalmor was capable of, all the while slowly becoming disillusioned with the Empire as he watched the Thalmor's grip become tighter and tighter.

He saw the scars in the land or Imperial City left by the war, the bones that still lay hidden within the deep forests of Cyrodiil and wondered just what had happened. While trying to find his own place in this world as a young man. When word came of the Stormcloak uprising starting in Skyrim he saw the first hope and fire in years from his homeland, recognizing as all Nords do the way of sword and steel. However, he didn't heed the call to return home, merely stayed with his aging family and learning all they had to offer him.

Finally, one night the Thalmor caught up with his parents while the young man was out hunting, when he returned all that remained was a pair of burn corpses pinned to the wall with elven arrows and bits of cloth and ornaments from Gilded Elven armor that marked who had been there. In his grief, his boiling hatred of the Thalmor finally boiled over, taking up his sword he hunted down the Thalmor that slew his family at their camp and caught them of guard. As the blood was cooling on the sod below the camp, he turned and made for Skyrim intent on hunting down all Thalmor and anyone that bows to them, Justicars, Legionaries, Spies, all would perish before his blade and arrows.

» Mon Jun 25, 2012 5:50 am

My newest character:

Elenor Pearlheart was born into a life of piratry...

Reminds me (a lot) of Pirates of the Carribbean.

» Mon Jun 25, 2012 4:20 pm

Epic. But... how does one "accidentally steal" a bow?

I really don't know how one would steal a bow on accident. Maybe he put a bunch of stuff in his pocket, and stuck some things down his pants not paying attention to what he was stealing so he could get some food and maybe other fresh supplies during his stealing session, and he just picked up the bow without noticing? I remember when I accidently walked out of a Wal-Mart with a Wii Points Card in my pocket that I was intending on paying for but forgot it was in my pocket. This was unintentional, by the way. I would never steal anything in real life on intention.

Anyways, I didn't know I hadn't payed for the thing until I got home, and when I noticed I had forgot to take it out of my pocket, I was screaming(sorta), "We gotta get this thing payed for! Hurry!" Telling this story isn't going to get me in jail since I did pay for it when my mom drove me back to the Wally World. I don't know how the anti-theft stuff didn't beep at all, though...

» Mon Jun 25, 2012 9:42 am

Artanis Azreel was the great great great grandson of Kaworu Azreel, son of Gregory Azreel, the Champion of Cyrodil and the Nerevarine respectively. At one point his family name meant something. It was the name of heroes. Where did that leave a dreamer like Artanis? Stuck running a merchant vessel warehouse in Anvil.
But the boy was anything if not ambitious, and he had plans. Plans get in with the Synad, maybe learn some real magic other than the simple base spells his mother taught him.
That was until he was caught in bed with a Thalmor ambassadors daughter...He was sentenced to prison and hard labor. They didn't even fake a trial. However Artanis wasn't going to let this slow him down. He had a plan. Well, he always said he had a plan. In reality, it was something he told himself to make him feel better about hopeless situations...But some other inmates heard him talking to himself, and heard him utter about said plan...And they wanted in...This put Artanis in a tricky position...Plan a prison breakout...or die at the hands of frustrated inmates.

Prison breakout it was...

The breakout was a disaster and soon erupted into a full scale prison riot. Artanis managed to escape with only a few wounds to tell of, leaving behind a few hundred inmates and guards to die in the chaos. South was out of the question, as was the east and west...He needed to get out of Cyrodil fast, and Skyrim was his best bet. He'd lay low, wait for things to die over.
He snuck his way into a merchant caravan heading north...And into the waiting arms of an Imperial blockade at the border...

In his heart, as he was heading for the chopping block, Artanis reflected on the last few days...He had led men to their deaths. He had also caused the deaths of countless men who would never again see their families.

He had earned this fate.

...Now would someone please shut that infernal roaring up? We're trying to have a moment before death here!

» Mon Jun 25, 2012 7:35 am

Reminds me (a lot) of Pirates of the Carribbean.

Probably because i watched Pirates of the Carribean the night before i made it xD

I decided to make the character redguard cultured though, instead of the cliched black beard character..
I also have hints and nods to the series though (such as the characters mothers pirate name being Black Pearl)

» Mon Jun 25, 2012 4:57 am

...Now would someone please shut that infernal roaring up? We're trying to have a moment before death here!

» Mon Jun 25, 2012 6:42 am

Ventana is an Imperial woman who has always striven for equal rights. 200 years ago, Ventana was stricken with Vampirism. Shunned by her family, she ran away and became a savage. She killed many people in her homeland, until she was finally taken in by the Count of Skingrad. She was amazed to see that a vampire could hold a place in high society. That a vampire could be a political leader. After 200 years of changing identities in her country, she decided to start a master plan. A plan to allow Vampires to enter society without having to hide their affliction. The current Empire was very against Vampires, so she knew she could not do it where she was. She decided to leave and go to Skyrim. She knew she could use the war to her advantage.

Ventana traveled to Windhelm and spent many weeks in the Jarl's company. Eventually, Ulfric responded to her every whim. He was just a puppet used to direct her armies. She goes around Skyrim, changing becoming Thane. She changes the Stewards into Vampires, and the stewards enthrall the Jarls. She has taken over the Thieve's Guild, and uses their activity to further her agenda. All she has to do now is find a way to remove the Empire from Skyrim and the land will be a haven for Vampires and other creatures of the night. In the midst of her plans, she learned of a very influential clan of vampires in Skyrim.

Now I have to wait for Dawnguard to finish her story up

» Mon Jun 25, 2012 10:10 am

Riden Ulvena was born in Mournhold into a clan of warriors, assassins, soldiers, healers, and mages. It wasn't a very powerful clan in terms of the Great Houses but they were incredibly influential in Mournhold itself. They distinguished themselves during the battle against the Argonians in Black Marsh and soon grew.

Riden was trained from childhood to be a great assassin. He, however had other plans for his destiny. After being healed by a great traveling healer, Riden wanted to become a healer himself. Not a priest however but Riden started to learn from the healers of his clan, specifically alchemy.

During his young advlthood, his parents were killed by the Vigilant of Stendarr for being vampires, their stronghold burned down. Riden fled with his sister Denali, who would go missing after the Great War where Riden joined the Legion as a healer for an infiltration unit.

With nothing left in Cyrodiil and Morrowind, Riden heads north towards Skyrim, following a clue of Denali's whereabouts and gets caught. His dream of becoming the greatest healer in all of Tamriel was set aside to find Denali. That clue lead him to Windhelm, where he didn't find his sister but did find Nord racists and a certain Aventus Arentino. Taking pity, Riden took his quest but left his payment at the Arentino residence.

Riden was inducted into the Dark Brotherhood. The Ulvena family's origins come from a former Listener of the Dark Brotherhood so Riden accepted. People there were nice to him and treated him as their own. Riden even had a crush on Gabriella for a while before becoming Listener and doing the Dark Brotherhood quests.

He felt destroyed at the fact that a healer such as himself was going around killing people after the hectic situation of the Dark Brotherhood subsided. But then he realized, "I don't care! I have a loving family and that's enough!"

So, he hired Jenassa, whom he would later befriend, and completed his doom-driven quest as Dovahkiin and only one thing is left: Taking the helm as the new Dark Brotherhood leader. Let Dawnguard let him complete his father's legacy as a vampire but also to lead his new family, the Dark Brotherhood.

» Mon Jun 25, 2012 7:56 am

Do'Tzar lived in an orphanage in Elsweyr that was run by an Imperial couple, a male Nord, and a female Redguard. The caretakers were very cruel and abusive to the Khajiits at all hours of the day, forcing the younger ones to tend gardens and farms, and the older ones to work in mines. At the age of 12 Do'Tzar was able to work in the mines, as so he was forced to, and was very good at doing so. When this one was sixteen, the mine he was working in got raided by bandits. Seeing how strong this one was, the bandits had kidnapped him, forcing him into their ranks. Through the course of ten years the bandit group had traveled through Cryodiil, Black Marsh (Where he then grew a strong hatred for Argonians) and finally stopping at Blacklight, Morrowind. They were getting ready to set sail for Skyrim when they were attacked by a platoon of Imperial Soldiers. Being the only one who escaped, Do'Tzar attempted to cross the border into Skyrim but was caught by the Stormcloaks who took him with them to be executed for they did not want Khajiit in Skyrim, but the Stormcloaks were ambushed in Markarth, allowing the Khajiit to leave knowing that Ulfric would never allow a cat into the rebellion, Do'Tzar worked as a miner for a year until he decided to adventure into the world.

» Mon Jun 25, 2012 3:45 am

My characters are all related to each other in some way.

My current character

Name: Atlas the Younger
Race: Nord

Atlas was born to a powerful Mage named Atlas the Bear. Atlas the Bear was called so because of his uncanny ability to summon bears. Atlas the Younger was enrolled in the Arcane University at a young age and quickly showed prowess in Destruction and Illusion Magic. While there, he befriended an Altmer Student whose father was an active member of the Thieves Guild. At the age of 11, the two had become very close. Atlas the Bear had fled Cyrodil on an unknown quest so Atlas the Younger was now all alone. Atlas moved in with his Altmer friend on the Waterfront. It was there that he began a drop from High Class living to the lower depths of society.

Years later, Atlas had honed many of his stealth skills, and had become a powerful rogue. His Altmer friend a masterful archer, the two watched each others backs and both quickly rose the ladder of the Thieves Guild. Now in his early twenties, he was yearning for adventure. After learning stories of Great Treasure in Skyrim, he decided that when he was ready, he would venture to Pale Pass.

Unfortunately, his Altmer friend's father met an untimely death because of Rockjoint and Atlas's friend fell into a deep state of depression. When he learned of Atlas's plans to leave, he felt a sense of betrayal and abandonment. He attempted to kill Atlas a year later but Atlas proved to be the victor. The Altmer fired an Arrow which pierced Atlas's leg, wounding him. He went to finish his prey but Atlas kicked him off a ledge. Atlas, blaming himself, found himself unable to sleep. Shadows of what appeared to be his old friend stalked him in his travels. In hopes of finding a new life, Atlas traveled to Skyrim. His grandfather had wielded Goldbrand before losing it, he thought that maybe he'd try and find it.

Whilst crossing the border, he walked into an imperial ambush. Being a renowned thief, he was taken into custody. After nearly being executed, he made contact with Skyrim's Thieves Guild and joined up. Now searching for Goldbrand, he finds it hard to keep content and falls into sadness often. He doesn't know what keeps him going other than instincts.

Now extremely cynical and only 26, he is a bit of a loner but respected within the guild. Some people think being down to earth is a good thing, but Atlas may be proof of that being wrong. Having no respect for the Gods, he only deals in reality. He joined with the Stormcloacks on principle, but regrets the decision of once bowing to Ulfric after hearing the truth about what happened to him and the High King. He ignores the Daedra unless they initiate conversation and does not believe in the Devines. He's quiet, reserved, calculating, and distant. He can adapt to survive and holds his life in a low regard. He gets satisfaction from helping people but will forever hate himself. Every life he steals and every wrong he makes just gives him another reason to hate himself.

He knows there is no way to right all of his wrongs, but he wants to dedicate his life to making Skyrim a slice of heaven. He may not like Ulfric, but he is fit to rule in Atlas's opinion, and will work for reform in Skyrim. Atlas is a thief with good intentions and desires, but because of his haunted past, he finds himself unable to always do the right thing.