What is your character's Bio?

[HEFFAY]

I like to the play game like a movie, I go very indepth with my character development and make it into a mini story with in the game... For example I have Breton named Vladenov...

Vladenov was once a powerful breton necromancer who was ambushed by Imperials and taken prisoner, along with some rebel Stormcloaks. Under Imperial watch, Vladenov was beaten so badly he developed amnesia. With a stroke of Luck we escape an Imperial Executioner and had to survive as a thief operating below the Imperial radar, and relearn the skills he once had...

Joining the thieves guild, Vladenov rediscovered his mastery of Illusion and became an amazing illusionist, being able to manipulate the minds of humans, animals, and undead a like...

He stumbled onto a major conspiracy within the guild and was forced to kill Mercer, a Rogue Nightengale with asperations to take down the guild. After Mercer had been dealt with Vladenov distanced himself from the Guild...

Using the money he aquired through his many hiests he enrolled himself at the College of Winterhold, where he rediscovered his abilities within the Conjuration and Destrustion skills. Vladenov became good friends with a Khajit apprentice named Z'hargo, seeking a more adventurouslife the two left the college...

Together they killed giants, excavated dwarven ruins, and got into countless skirmishes with isolated Falmor tribes...

While talking to a Mage in Whiterun they were approached by The Jarl and recruited to help slay a dragon, after doing so Vladenov discovered a unique ability to consume a Dragon's soul. The Jarl named him the Thane of Whiterun. When this became publically known he was summoned by the grey beards high above Skyrim to become the Dragon Born...

After he returned to Whiterun he met the love of his live, an aspiring trader with ties to the Khajit nomads, a sexy Nord named Ysolda. They were married, opened a small shop, and moved in together.

Starting to feel tied down, Vladenov decided to got back into the world and start seeking his fame and glory. He came across a group of warriors battling a giant, coming to thier aid, Vladenov Killed the giant and was welcomed into the arms of the 'Companions' as they called themselves...

Vladenov's best friend Z'hargo did not like the companions, something about them rubbed him the wrong way. After a long run together Vladenov and Z'hargo split up. Z'hargo returned to college to hone his skills, and Vladenov joined the Companions, they decided to meet back up after Z'hargo was no longer an apprentice and after Vladenov's thirst for Adventure with the companions had been quenched...

While on a mission with a fellow Companion, trying to retrieve and ancient blade from a battle Axe belonging to a fallen Companion hero Vladenov discovered the secret behind the success of the Companions... They are werewolves...

Vladenov is now trying to figure out what to do with his life. Should he continue to fight with these 'companions' and become a werewolf himself? He knows if he becomes a werewolf it will be a secret he must hide from his wife Ysolda, and his best friend Zhargo...

More to come when I have time to play more Skyrim...

 

[Vercintorix]

I like to roleplay my chars too, I'm working on a second one now but here's my mines bio.


Background Story: Born to a small Dark Elf Family in the Gray Quarter of Windhelm. His Family had a trouble making a life in Windhelm due to prejudice against Dark Elves in the Gray Quarter but everyone look out for each other helped each other. Railen always been interested into learning Magic but he excelled into fighting with weapons. One day around his Mid Teens he was out in Eastmarch and two bandits threaten him to give him hard earned gold he made so he can help his people in Windhelm, he refused and the first bandit swung his blade at his near his arm. Railen had to think fast and picked up his shovel and disarmed the Bandit took his blade and killed the first one while the other one fled, he returned to Windhelm and told the Jarl but he did nothing, heartbroken he returned where his Father died, it was two years after his mother died also so he decided to move to Morrrowind His ancestors homeland. Never seen it he wen't to Cyrodill but found a better life there. Around 201 he decided to move his Sick Brother to Cyrodill but was caught in a Imperial Ambush...

 

[Taunt]

Im a Breton named Suzy. Growing up I was called Loosey Suzy because I gave it up pretty easy. None the less I didnt like my whoring to be public so I slit throats like it was my job.....then it actually became my job. Bandits....claws....bandits...Dragons...Im the Dragon Born! Can I $#%& it? Yarl Balgruf tried to get with me so I set him on fire, Im a wizard. Farengar saw and started yerking it so I summoned Balgruf back from the dead to help, Im a Necroporner. Old lady...blonde $%*&%...some none sexual favors.....now Im a pajama wearing Necropornographer Wizard Assassin. Muffle x1000......now im an invisible Necropornographer Wizard Assassin.....dragon...dragon...dragon...bear...big dragon....I win Skyrim.

More to come on my second playthrough. I know its very detailed and very long so any tips on how to tone it down a bit will be much appreciated. Sorry for English is bad its my 4th language....I grew up in New York

 

[cyberius]

My character, is a dark elf, named Cyberius. He was born, to a very wealthy family, in Morrowind. When he was 2, his parents were threatened by bandits, and they would either have to kill their own baby, or the bandits would kill both the parents, and the baby.
So, when his father, recieved the news, he knew what he must do. But, his wife hid the baby in a blanket, and in a basket, and put in the river. It eventually came to the bank of a huge river.
That's, when two high elves, a male, named Arshov, and Nemesica, found him, and decided to take care of him.
They already had two sons, and a daughter, but they thought three was not enough. When they moved, to the outskirts of Whiterun, they lived in a farm. And worked their.
Once Cyberius was 6, he started work. He fed the animals, tended to the crops, and, harvest the crops, and etc...
While he worked with his very effort, his brothers, Nai- Lon, and Lon- Nai, were off, playing Warrior.
(a game where the players, pick stuff up, and pretend to battle. The first one knocked down, loses.)
His sister, Ma-Laina, just watched the two playing.
When Cyberius turned 7 though, his parents made him do more work, including the parent's work.
To him, it seemed like they hated him. When he turned 8, his family let him ride the horses, and gave him a sweetroll. He said it was the best day of his life. But, that night, when he was sleeping, his parents sacced him, and rode in a chariot, to a wolf den. They left him their to be killed, and, eaten.
Instead, when he woke up, he killed the wolves, when they woke up.
Not knowing what to do, he searched for the farm, for many days. Until a group of fighters, called the Companions, found him. When they were talking, a giant had somehow reached them.
The giant swung and swung, but Cyberius, was smart. When the giant slammed his club on the ground, missing the companions, he jumped on its back, and slashed its head off.
The Companions knew what they needed to do. There for, they trained him for 20 years, eventually, him becoming a werewolf, at the age 15. He eventually found 3 fragments of the great axe, wuuthrad.
The companions were proud. When he was twenty, he joined the circle, and since his training finished, he left.
No one knows of what happened to him after that.
Some say, he went deep into the wilderness, for more training, fighting bears, wolves, even trolls.
All of them, fell to him.
Some also say, that he went far north, and killed a legendary sea beast, on a ship, called the Brinehammer.
Both of them, in reality were true.
When he was 32, he returned to the city of Solitude. Where, when a ship member of the brinehammer,
said the truth, he was called the son of talos. The wisest wizard, knew his prohecy.
Prophecy:
The True, and Great, Talos, sunk, to Nirn, to skyrim, and made a son with a dark elf, in his dunmer mortal form.
although, his mothers husband, claimed him at birth.

more bio:

When he was 34, he joined the thalmor. Although he didnt like Altmer, he had a chance to see what was happening. He stayed in for 8 years, and eventually, was banned from the Thalmor, for being a werewolf.
Although he fought and fought, a suprise attack, silenced, and made him unconscious.
When he woke up, he found himself, in a carriage heading torwards his death, with a few stormcloaks.
When he was about to have his head cut off, a dragon attacked.
When he fled the city, he then trained more, and swore he would never be taken by suprise, again.
When he was finished training, he went to Whiterun, and was ordered to help kill a dragon, in the outskirts.
He quickly did, and recieved the reward, of a Dwarven Sword. He named it Ysilon. Sword of the West.
In Riften, he found his love, a dark elf like him, named Avrusa Sarethi.
Two years after they're marriage, his house was overrun by bandits, and Sarethi was dead.
He decided to move on, and never again marry.
When he was 37, he joined the Imperial Legion, but quickly resigned, when General Tullis found out who he really is.
He got a house in Solitude, and tried to live a normal life.
Yet, only a month after he obtained his house, it was burned, by a bunch of Nord Racists.
He killed the nords, and quickly left Solitude.
He made a camp, in between, Solitude, and Morthal.
As the camp, prospered, many came together, to make it a small village. And then, a regular sized village.
It was called, Camp Dark-Blade. Although all races were allowed, not all of them liked each other. Cyberius made sure, that the camp would prosper, even if it meant death. As the years pasted, the village turned to a town. And, Cyberius even demanded it to be a small hold.
The hold, reached from, The edge of solitude, to morthal.
Soon, the town was called Silveredge. The reach was named after that, too.
Soon, Cyberius, even became the Jarl, of the hold.
He was 48. He married another 45 year old, Dunmer, named Serena.
Together, they had 3 children. Two boys, and a girl.
The boys, were named, Seronis, who was the oldest- 2 years older then his other siblings. He was quite intelligent. When he was 16, Cyberius sent him, to the College of Winterhold, to tame his intelligence, and
powerful use of magic. The youngest of the three, the other brother, was Meronis. He was quite the opposite.
He wasnt the smartest, he was always a bit sloppy, and was a naturally talented warrior.
The girl, who was the middle aged, of the three, was named Seluna, also, a good daughter. She was a natural healer.
When she was 16, her father, Cyberius, sent her to a Healing School. To harvest her healing-powers.
When Meronis, was sent to the companions, when he was 19.
Knowing Cyberius, they thought the boy, would surely have some of his dad's talents. And he did.
He ended up the Harbinger. Seronis, ended up the Arch-Mage, and Seluna, became the Head-Healer in the school. When he was 50, he had another child. A girl, named Melura. She was gifted in the way of stealth.
Each night, starting when she was 5, she would sneak out, and watch the sunrise.
When she was 15, she joined the Thieves Guild, without her father knowing. She eventually became a Nightingale sentinel.
When Cyberius was 55, he had all of his sons take a test. Which one would become the Jarl in the future?
The great mage, and intelligent son, Seronis? Or the strong and blunt, Meronis?
He eventually picked Seronis. For years, he taught him how to be a Jarl.
When he was 60, a great war started- between High elves, and wood elves.
It eventually, hit the Hold of Silveredge. He himself, tried to make peace. But, when, they refused,
he took immediate action. He sent forces, to them and ordered a suprise attack. The attack went so well,
both sides retreated so fast, that they left theyr'e supplies. The hold's soldiers took them.
Eventually, the two sides stopped fighting, being out-bruted, by the onslaught, made from the Hold's men.
When he was 66, an assassin almost killed him, but, accidently, the assassin forgot to take the rope from the window. So guards found the rope, and killed the assassin.
He led a great life for the next many years, and eventually, was struck down, in the heart, with a sword, in the middle, of, a, suprise attack, when he was riding in a chariot, to Solitude.
As he wanted, his son, Seronis, took over, as Jarl. His younger brother, Meronis, became his housecarl,
his, sister, became the court wizard, (after two years of teaching, she went and graduated in the College of Winterhold) and the younger sister, eventually quit the Thieves Guild, and joined The Dark Brotherhood, but
after done with her stealth training, she became an agent for the jarl. She was a good agent.

And thats the end.
May make more.

 

[StaerBjorn]

SnaeBjorn Alsingfjors was a nord born In Cyrodiil To his nord parents. At age 23, The Thalmor Killed both of his parents along with everyone else in the small village near the border of morrowind because they were accused of worship of talos.

Once fleeing his village, SnaeBjorn went north were he is caught by an imperial ambush on the border of Morrowind and Skyrin (cue current events in skyrim)

SnaeBjorn went north, where he lived in whiterun for a short time before moving to windhelm after joining the stormcloak rebellion.

Once Skyrim was liberated from The Imperials ( hostility was more of a response to the alter, or high elves, when they banned the worship of Talos. Elsewyr and Black marsh Also succeeded from the empire) A dragon attacked his town of Windhelm, where he discovered he was "dragon born" after absorbing the soul of the dragon that was killed by him and the guards. In denial that he was the Hero of Skyrim, SnaeBjorn disappeared and turned to crime, where he joined the dark brotherhood and thieves guild. After the fall of the dark brotherhood, he finally accepted he was dragon born, where he went off to save sky rim from the world eater.

He was later married to Ysolda before they moved to solitude, where he kept a constant eye on Elisif The Fair and All imperial business.

 

[Throwingrocks]

My main character is a Nord named Rulfgar. He was a bit of an adventurer who went off to see the rest of the world, and had the misfortune of being in the wrong place at the wrong time, found himself about to have his head chopped off with this guy named Ullric (Ulfric? Alfric? Larry?) Stormcloak, who was a rebel.

Then a dragon showed up.

In the confusion, and with his hands bound, he ran, and leapt, and screamed, and regularly ducked and rolled (he was an educated Nord, so he knew the proper procedure for dealing with being on fire was to stop, drop and roll. Except for Dunmer, for whom the proper procedure for dealing with being on fire was to grab a marshmellow and enjoy your good fortune.) until he found himself following an Imperial who was just trying to escape the dragon too.

Seemed like a good idea at the time.

One thing lead to another, which lead to another, which lead to sneaking around a sleeping bear (who he was not related to. well, probably not - he decided not to wake the bear and ask "Are you by chance related to Rahzgar the Cave Bear? She was my great-great-grandmother.") and then to Riverwood. A sleepy little town so dull, dreary and boring that nothing ever happens there, ever.

Then people started to ask for his help.

Well, to be quite honest about it, people started to forget he was around. Then they would argue about something he was quite certain was private information, a little blip would go off in his head and the map he happened to have in his back pocket would have a new flag in it. (where he got the map, and how he got the flags in the map, he was never quite certain of. by the time he was High King, he had decided to blame that on Dwemer.) Then when he talked to one of the people who was arguing, he would ask about what he heard, and what caused the little blip in the back of his head. Amazingly (and also blamed on the Dwemer), they would talk to him about it, and then they would ask for his help.

(He said "no" once. It made him feel really bad, so he didn't so it again until he got to Riften. Then he had to say "no" so many times to that guy who's name starts with B that he started inserting the word "no" for the letter "b". This didn't help his love life at all, since his best pick up line was "Nice nooots. Wanna get nousy?" which lead to fifteen slaps, twenty three confused stares, and Wabbajack.)

As he went out to help people, he couldn't help but notice that there had been some changes in Skyrim since he was here last. The biggest change being that everyone was out to kill him. Including the bunnies, though that might have been because of the bugs. He would just be jogging down the road, minding his own business, then bam! An arrow in the butt cheeks from some random person who decided to attack him for no good reason. Of course, he would have to defend himself by stabbing the other person, the person's friends, and on two occasions the person's horse. Sometimes they tried to yield, and as an honourable Nord, he would let them live.

Right up to the point where they stabbed him in the back. There's no reward for mercy in Skyrim anymore. Sigh.

So after a few adventures, he managed to kill a few dozen dragons, become the Thane of everywhere in Skyrim that makes Thanes, became an Arch-Mage (even though he kept trying to tell people "I only know one magic trick - how to make a giant snake appear from my pants." which for some reason, Niyra keeps wanting him to perform.), became the new Kodlak after the old Kodlak became a dead Kodlak, became a werewolf (whoops.), and managed to kill all of his ally in the Thalmar Embassy (terrible security there. just terrible.), he found himself holding onto an Elder Scroll and wondering "What the heck is going on?".

As he stood on the top of the mountain, at the Throat of the World, talking to a Dragon, it hit him - he had eaten a mora tapinella, and this was all a bad trip with the power of an Illusion spell. So reading the Elder Scroll and looking back through time didn't make much of an impression upon him. In fact, because he knew that it was all a bad mushroom trip, he was sorely disappointed in the lack of detail and terrible perspective to the hallucinations. The least it could do would be to let him fly, or shoot lightning from his eyeballs, or dance like a Redguard. But no, he just had to stand there and watch a bunch of twerps fight a few dragons, then send one into the future.

Yawn.

A few more adventures happened after that. He stopped the civil war between that Imperial guy who sounds like he should be in a different realm of Oblivion (maybe one with dwemer constructs that look just like people, or one where there are lots of really weird beings on a fort that floats between the stars?) and that Larry guy who was going to be executed before things got weird. He gave Markarth to Larry the Stormcloak, which he thought was a nice fit - Larry was a jerk, and Markarth was full of jerks. Either they would get along great, or they would try to murder each other. He wasn't sure which one he favoured. With the first, it would mean one more person to pickpocket and then horribly murder. With the second, it might mean that there would be no one left in Markarth to pickpocket then horribly murder. Ethically, the second option was superior. But this was Markarth he was talking about - a more wretched hive of scum and villainy could not be found in Tamriel. And he had been to Cyrodii!

He gave the Mages College and that tiny city nearby to the Imperial guy, which the Imperial guy wasn't happy about. See, the Imperial guy wanted Riften. Which was insane - it was the home of the thieves guild, it had the ratway filled with crazy people who tried to kill you from behind locked doors, and it had a very cute black haired alchemist chick who you should never, ever, ever, EVER accept a drink from. (well, not twice. It turns out that after one drink, "Nice nooots. Wanna get nousy?" actually leads to getting nousy with her. And unlike Lydia, when she says "As you wish my Thane. I will protect it with my life." she actually is willing to protect his wabbajack with her sheathe.) So he convinced the Imperial guy to take the Mages, please, and he did.

Then everyone was happy. Except for the elf-chick, which is okay since elves are never happy, and no one cares about them anyway. Stupid pointy ears, stupid white hair, stupid gloves, and stupid "Talos isn't a real god!". Stupid elves. (Except Niyra.)

There's probably some stuff that he did somewhere else that is important too. He followed a talking dog once. That was a good idea. He pushed a yellow button in a Dwemer ruin once. That wasn't a good idea. He tried to pickpocket a Frost Troll. That lead to a very confusing morning after and him wearing a gold ring that matched the gold ring that the frost troll had... uh... in her pocket. (so to speak.) This may or may not have been a good idea, the council of jarls is still out.

And now he has to fly a captive talking dragon to the top of a mountain to go into Sovengarde to fight the first Dragon and save the world. Maybe he ate more than a mushroom - maybe the mushroom was mixed with dragon tongue in dwemer oil, with a side of scaly pholita and spriggan sap instead of taproot.

Well, whatever it is he ate, he's going to enjoy the ride before the trip ends!

 

[HEFFAY]

Vladenov Continued....

(Previously in Vladenov's Story:Vladenov still with amnesia, joined, rose through the ranks of, then left the Thieves guild after killing Mercer, also became the leader of the Dark Brotherhood, and was having doubts about joining the companions, he was torn whether or not to become a werewolf... )

Vladenov, unable to decide, left the companions and Whiterun all together, he ventured south to Falkreath. While in Falkreath the town was attacked by a dragon, Vladenov and the city guards fended off the dragon. During the battle however Vladenov accidentally shot a guard with a poisoned arrow, killing the man. Vladenov surrendered without incedent. While in prison his amnesia finally ran it's course and he remembered everything, his mastery of conjuration had returned to him. He remembered who he was, the evil Necromancer Vladenov, a name that is synomous with evil and fear in his rock of High Rock. He had started a successful but extremely sadistic and violent cult in Cyrodil, He could be held in any prison. First he cast a great spell of mayhem while in the prison, the guards drunk with a blood lust came running and unlocked his cell with the intestion to murder Vladenov. Playing right into his trap he quickly summoned two Dremora Lords and then made himself invisible. He snuck out of the cell during the skirmish. The Dremora Lords were too much for the guards. After Vladenov retrieved his items from evidence. He was about to escape the prison when another prisoner got his attention, a man claiming he had stolen a ring from the Daedric Lord Hircine. He asked Vladenov to return the ring. The man then handed Vladenov the ring and turned into awerewolf before Vladenov's very eyes. Shortly after taking the rings and escaping falkreath Vladenov himself transformed. Upon his first transformation he attacked and killed two giants, a khajit trading caravan, and a number of bears out in the wilds of Skyrim. Vladenov finally found Hircine a top a snow covered mountain, and was ordered by the Daedric Lord to track the man who gave him the ring and kill him. Vladenov did as he was told and decided that he would join the ranks of the companions most trusted inner circle and become a werewolf himself...

Vladenov returned to whiterun, apologized to the companions and joined thier circle, from there he tracked down and slaughtered a group of famous werewolf hunters known as the 'Silver Hand' ... Vladenov found himself in Markath, a stone city built into the side of a mountain, he witnessed a murder in the market, and was then thrust into a conspiracy involving the Forsworn, a group of primitive Breton who worshipped the Hagravens, feeling a kinship to his fellow bretons he started to investigate, when the guards discovered that he was uncovering a major conspiracy then through him in Cidna mines for a life of slavery... In this complex prison he met with the leaders of the Forsworn resistence, he helped them escape and utilizing his background with the Dark Brotherhood he snuck into the palace and assassinated three Thalmor, an embassador, and his two body guards. Vladenov became an enemy to the city of Markath, and left...

Over time, Vladenov encountered a huge number of dragons, and started to get sick of them, he knew what must be done, he was the dragon born, savior of Skyrim, He decided to pursue Alduin, the 'World Eater'. Vladenov passed many trials and tribulations, that took him everywhere, he dove into the deepest darkest crypts and dwarven ruins in all of Skyrim. He befriended and captured Dragons. He traversed the plains of the living and dead. Through out his journey he grew ever more powerful, becoming more than just a necromancer or mage, he became an excellent warrior. His abilities as a mage and a warrior helped him overcome the powerful Alduin and deliver Skyrim from the World Eater, and bringer of the end times...

Vladenov, now back to his old self an extremely powerful necromancer decided he would use his abilities in the fields of illusion, conjuration, and destruction, along with the ability to sneak, and use one handed weapons to help the people of Skyrim, he would not play into the stereotype of Necromancers and evil. He refused to lead another violent cult. He became a traveling problem solver, walking from town to town, and helping in anyway he could, eventually he found himself in windhelm, an ancient city, and the rebel stronghold in the civil war. When he asked about work, people told him to speak to the Jarl. When he approached the Jarl he realized that they had met before, there was an imidiate respect bestowed upon each other and Vladenov was welcomed into the Stormcloak ranks, one by one he liberated Skyrim from Imperial control...

Vladenov has returned to his ways of wandering Skyrim, looking for glory... He never did reunite with his friend Zhargo, however he and Ysolda are still happily married.... More to come hopefully, (When/if I figure out if there is anything else to do) ... Thanks for reading...

 

[Grohiik]

I was the hero that tamriel needed and deserved, i am the shadow that kills the wicked and protects innocent, I am the assassin that that lurks in the dark, I am the eagle to righteous and true and the raven to evil and cruel, I AM BAT LIZARD ( Rathalos) AND I SHOT ALL THE THALMORE IN THE KNEE, I AM DOVAHKIIN! ps the imperial were jealous of my swagger

 

[Chryss]

Scarlett is a wood elf. She was found by a kind old Nord couple after her parents were killed by the Thalmar. The Old nords raised he like their own, teaching her the Nord beliefs and way of life. One day the old couple died, it was time for scarlett to find her way in the world.
She started to travel and learned fast how to fight. one day she was picked up and thrown into a wagon with Ulfric Stormcloak and some other people. The Imperials didnt care who she was and wanted to execute her anyway. She vowed to destroy the Imperials and the Thalmar.
After her escape, she knew she had to join the Stormcloaks. she was accepted and did well becoming an officer. Imagine, a wood elf officer in Ulfric Stormcloaks army. She knew the old cople would be so proud of her. She wishes they were still alive to see how well she has done and hopes they know the daughter they raised is the dragonborn and works with Ulfric.

 

[Adam Warlock]

Adam Warlock is a High Elf who does not know his ancestry. He was abandoned an an infant and raised in an orphanage . He has a good heart and intentions but a life of childhood abuse has left him scarred inside and out. He ran away from the orphanage at age 12. By virtue of guile , perseverence , and pure luck he made it into adulthood in the harsh land of Skyrim. He carries no preconceived racial prejudices or political feelings . His first great love was at age 20 when he fell madly for a young Nord girl named Soldi. His simple life was to change forever when Soldi was accused of Talos worship by the Thalmor and was tortured to death for her beliefs. Adam was on his way to Helgen to inform Soldi`s parents of her death when he was captured by soldiers and witnessed the first dragon attack. Now at level 70 , Adam has been patient in the extreme with his plans to use the power of the Dragonborn to make Skyrim a better place for all to live in and to exact his revenge against the Thalmor. He has not joined the Companions , Dark Brotherhood , or the Thieves Guild but has set his sights on gaining favor everywhere he can in order to bring peace to the land when the time is right. He has not yet taken sides in the civil war but has become Thane in 7 of the 9 Holds as well as Arch-Mage of the College at Winterhold. Now fabulously wealthy and highly skilled in all facets of magic and combat, Adam is preparing to embark into Act II of the main quest storyline(Diplomatic Immunity) and will soon be reforming the Blades. Concurrent plans are to destroy the Dark Brotherhood(at least 6 assassins have been sent to eliminate him) , clear the Thieve`s Guild from Riften to the extent he can , and to kill Thalmor whenever , wherever. Current active follower is Illia in Forsworn armor(tribal gothic look) who is armed with Dawnbreaker sword , Spellbreaker shield , and a collection of magic staffs. but there are many more willing helpers/ house carls waiting in the wings not least of which are two Volkihar Vampire Dead Thralls resting in the basement of Proudspire Manor. Adam`s current armor is double-enchanted Dragonscale. Pieces vary by mission but typical set-up = helm w magic/magic regen , armor w health/health regen , gauntlets w magic/ 1h( or archery) , boots w muffle/stamina , shield w health/block , necklace w resist magic/shock , ring w resist fire/frost. Favorite weapons = daedric bow with fiery soul trap/extra fire damage and 1h sword/mace/war axe(assorted for specific enemies). Favorite magic = dual-cast Incinerate and Atronach/Thrall conjures. Married to Ysolde " Is that a Mammoth Tusk in your pocket or are you just glad to see me ?" . Favorite song = Ragnar the Red. Most exciting moment = too many to count. Most relaxing moment = sitting on the back porch of Honeyside , drinking blackbriar reserve and eating freshly caught fish (prepared by Iona) while watching the sunset over the lake

 

[ACEHOLE_76]

I am like the Joker (batman) or The high plains drifter. I have no past and I am an agent of chaos. well i will on occation help the random person, most are worse off for having met me......

 

[Ajones2323]

Drelas- A Dunmer born to a small village just inside Morrowind. Bandits pillaged the town before he could walk, taking him to be raised as their own. Not knowing his heritage he learned to use sword and shield instead of magical arts. The company moved just east of Bruma in thought of better plunder. It was then that Drelas began rising through the ranks. His skill and prowess with a blade saw to that.

Eventually he bacame chief, which made both human and orc alike angry and jealous. Neither wanted to be controlled by a measly "Grey Skin", is what he overheard some say. When the band became successful and rich, the talk of "Grey Skin" died down, and with it the thought of an attempt on his life. With the trust of his group resurrected he planned one of the biggest raids any of them had been a part of. The were going to hit Helgen.

Just inside the boarder, they were ambushed by Imperial forces. They knew where they were going to be. He was betrayed. Everyone else "managed" to get away, leaving to the fate of the soldiers. Ironicly they took him to Helgen where he was to be executed by beheading. On the block, just as the headsman's axe was raised, a massive black dragon emmerged from the side of the mountains. It ultimately saved his life yet taking so many in turn. In the midst of the chaos he managed to escape with a man named Hadvar. With all of the pieces of his past suddenly gone, he decided on a new beginning, starting with traking down and killing those who wronged him.

 

[Mabe]

My Orc is named Chuck Norris. He was a large and strong child and took to wepons training with ease and had a natural draw to fighting. By far he was the strongest child in the hold and killed his first bear at 7. When he came of age he was driven out of the strong hold by the chief before he could become a real threat.

He joined a group of bandits for several years and spent his time robbing and pillaging. Chuck had many run ins with town guards and various military units. His prowess in battle quickly grew him into a small legond among thieves and guards. But the lifestyle never sat right with him and after a brutal incident involving the rape and murder of a young girl he decided he was done. He set out to join the legion as many Orcs do.

As he approached an Imperial fort he was rushed by the guards and taken prisoner for his crimes as a bandit. But they had no ability to prove who he was and sent him to Helgen.

Blah blah blah name not on list, dragon, free etc.

He now struggles with balancing his sense of morality and his love for fighting and blood. He tries to seek out worthy opponents that are some how evil or have wronged people. Especially if it involves personal profit. Other times he is happy enough to slay anyone that looks at him weird or gives him a reason to instigate a fight.

He was involved in the giants that attacked and wiped out most of the Orc stronghold near Rifton and has hated them since. Chuck makes it a point to kill any Giants on site and raid their camps. He takes it as far to kill any mamoths he finds just to cut off their food supply.

He ago supports his stronghold and the stronghold his wife was born in by bringing back extra food, wepons and armor a couple times a month. He sees it as a type of karma balance for his sins.

 

[Mad-God Rigamortis TuDoap]

I am a Dark Elf Named Valen Dreth, named after my ancestor Valen Dreth who lived during the Oblivion Crisis 200 years ago in the Imperial Prison system. Much like him I carry the same traits of deceit and thievery. I have family in Skyrim (Romelyn Dreth of Riften) but was ambushed whilst entering the province through Morrowind. From there I escaped and was recruited to help kill a dragon because somehow escaping one attack made me the most experienced in the land. After killing the dragon and absorbing it's power I joined up with the companions to hone my skills as a warrior. After my stint as their Harbringer I decided I wanted to expand my education and enrolled in college for destructive magic. After graduating I decided I can not help what fate has dealt to me and had to succumb to the relentless urges of murder and thieving. I met a group called the Dark Brotherhood and worked with them for a while- eventually turning the wheels for a new emperor. When all the bloodshed was done I went to get rich by joining the thieves guild. As of lately I have been doing odd jobs for people and waiting to visit High Hrothgar again to receive more training. But before that I discovered the powers emulating from the ancient Dragon Priest mask's, so I have been fruitlessly searching for all of them, I have six of the entire set and hope to find them all for the most glorious of prizes. Long Live the Dreth Legacy in Tamriel.

 

[DarkHeart8686]

My character is a 24 year old breton male who specializes in healing and defensive magic. He's slightly apologetic in combat and is very shy and sensitive.

Raised in Cyrodiil, Boris was never one to pick fights or get wound up in conflicts. He preferred the peaceful life as a child, and he worshipped Lady Mara and her teachings of love. He began to study the school of Restoration, Illusion and Alteration in his early teens, and he soon joined the benevolence of Mara when he became adept enough at healing. He despises the undead and vampires.

When he turned 24, he decided to leave home to become a healer for the imperial legion after hearing of the Stormcloak Uprising. His father gave him an iron mace to defend himself with on the roads, knowing that he is strongly disturbed by the sight of blood. As he crossed the border to Skyrim, Boris was caught by the legion along with Ulfric Stormcloak. After escaping the dragon attack, he went off on his own to learn more about the dragons.

Upon learning of his destiny as dragonborn, he was in utter disbelief. He did not want to be the savior of the world if it involved being hunted down by dragons. Boris put off the main questline for a very long time. He became a student at the college of winterhold and he's really the only one who understands Collete Marence. After a near death experience and his inability to defend himself properly, Boris left the college temporarily to toughen up.

He then joined the companions. Showing promise, he was welcomed into the Circle and was given the blood of the Wolf. After finding out he had killed a beggar in Whiterun after he turned (Brenuin), he swore to himself he would only transform if he had no other option. The act of killing an innocent person weighed heavily on Boris's concsience.

After regrettably killing most of the Silver Hand, Boris met Benor, a man from Morthal who had tried to apply as a guard. Being fast friends, Benor joined Boris on his adventures throughout Skyrim. The friendship would last for an eternity as each of them looked out for each other with great care.

(Brief Gay part here, just a heads up.)
After finishing off the Silver Hand and returning the college to it's former state, it was apparent to Boris that he was a homosexual and that he was in love with Benor. In a small leap of faith, Boris presented Benor an Amulet of Mara. To his great surprise, his feelings were returned and they were soon married.
(Over)

After becoming Thane of Falkreath, Boris went into construction and built a house for him and his love. It took much gold, and help from Boris's friend Derkeethus, but soon he had a full-fledged manor in Falkreath Hold. Boris had built the house with the thought of having children in his mind, and after discussing it with his love, they decided to adopt Runa Fair-Shield and Francois Beaufort from Honorhall Orphanage (after killing the bitch who ran the place.)

Keeping his werewolf blood a secret from everyone he loves, Boris acted as if he had insomnia as an excuse for his lack of restful sleep at night. He often feels the desire to kill and to taste the human heart, and he fears he may end up in Hircine's hunting grounds if he continued to carry the blood. When faced with the choice to rid himself of the wolf blood, he declined after saving Benor's life with the gift he had so often called a curse.

To counter his lycanthropy, Boris did quests for Lady Mara and united couples all over Skyrim in return for salvation.

He had heard of the Dawnguard, but never thought about joining. As he and his friends were attacked by vampires one night, Boris began to slowly change his mind. The legion had to wait, and so did his destiny as dragonborn.

But what Boris doesn't know is, the longer he puts off his destiny, the more Nirn falls into Darkness...

Basically, my character is a very sensitive and shy healer, and while he may seem only just as that, he hold many dark secrets from his loved once that he'd rather keep hidden away...

 

[Microshade]

So, I just wanted to post mine somewhere, I wrote it to a friend just so he could understand my character better. Nothing fancy.

"Gur'thal..." The very name echoed through the halls. He was the son of the mighty Orc Warchief Lur'bok Stonefist, one of the fiercest orcs to ever set foot in Tamriel.

However, Gur'thal was nothing like his father, he was weak, born with an illness that made his muscles very weak. Growing up he had no friends, he was bullied by all the other Orc whelps, hiding away during the day, seeking comfort from his mother. But when his mother passed away, he had to try and make it on his own, his father would not look at him. In his fathers eyes he was a disappointment.

Growing up, at the age of 16 summers, and Gur'thal was still not stronger than an elderly Orc with one arm, he started to accept his fate. He would never be his fathers son. All the other young orcs were fighting over the few orc ladies in the stronghold, but no female was interested in poor Gur'thal. The other orcs would sometimes make fun of him, but only when the Warchief wasn't around, but most of the time they would just ignore him.

But then, 2 years later, his father fell ill, and word started going around the stronghold. Gur'thal was the rightful heir of the title of Warchief, but they couldn't let a weak bastard like him rule over them. There were orcs in groups everywhere in the hold, and now they were all standing in groups, whispering, peering over their shoulders, staring at Gur'thal. He didn't know what was waiting.

One moon-cycle later his father passed. He was given a proper burial ceremony according to orc tradition. He was put in a coffin with his weapons and some of his most precious belongings. Then he was burnt, so his ashes would scatter.

Preparations began for the ceremony of granting Gur'thal the title of Warchief. There was a strange, tense feeling throughout the whole stronghold. Gur'thal didn't like any of this. He wasn't used to the attention, and neither did he like the looks he got from the other orcs.

In the middle of the night, only days before the ceremony was scheduled to begin, a terrible fire broke out in the stronghold. Panic spread, and everyone was running around in confusion. Gur'thal saw his opportunity to show that he was worthy the title of Warchief. Despite his weak muscles, he leapt into a burning building, and dragged out an Orc woman named Hwaggra. She was very beautiful (in Orc standards) and Gur'thal had always been interested in her. Once out of the building, he laid her down in the damp grass, we're there was no risk that the fire would spread, and started to inspect her. She was unconscious and heavily burnt. He wiped of the dirt from his hands from the muddy grass, as started to look for a salve for the wounds, as he dug in his backpack he accidentally put his hand in a huge puddle of rain water. Fresh rain.. It was raining, heavily? He hadn't thought about it earlier, but the more he thought about it.. It had been raining constantly for the passed 3 days. No building would set fire without a tremendous effort. As all these thoughts were spinning in his head, an orc ran around the corner, and saw Gur'thal with Hwaggra.
He started shouting that he had found the person who had started the fire. Gur'thal, all confused an trying to explain his innocence, was thrown in the pit, where all captives where stored. The fire was quickly extinguished, and the hold settled down...

"Gur'thal. Son of Lur'bok, you are accused of murder , attempt to murder, and have been caught in the act of torching half our stronghold. As we have witnesses, you may speak in your defense, but it won't help you. We have enough evidence to prove it was you.
You are hereby sentenced to be banished from the stronghold. Should you ever set foot here again, you will be shot down with mercy. You have 5 minutes to pack whatever belongings you may have, then we never want to see you again, understood?"

Gur'thal nodded, he was devastated. Hwaggra had died from the burns, and there was nothing he could do. Had he not been arrested, he could have saved her.

As he left the hold, he threw a last glance over his shoulder, and saw a big mockery smile grow in his cousin, Hur'bolgash's face. He was the next heir in line, and would now be granted the title of Warchief.

With nowhere to live, and the accusation of murder hanging over him, Gur'thal had to start a new life. A life outside the comfort of the hold. But as he walked away from the stronghold, he swore he would have his revenge, and he would clear his name.

Journeying in the wild did him good, his muscles were slowly adapting to the hard life, but he knew that he would never be strong. He slowly started discovering the arts of healing magic, and also the basics of starting fires. This little knowledge was enough to keep him alive, in the wild, but he was curious to see if he could expand that knowledge, is it didn't require physical strength, only his minds strength was needed.

One day, when he was scavenging for berries, he heard something in the bushes. His first impulse was to run, but then he heard voices. Slowly walking closer, he could hear they were humans, speaking the local language, with a accent. He approached them, but just as he was about to open his mouth, the whole group, himself included, was ambushed by Imperial soldiers.

And at this very moment, he is on a wagon, with these strange humans of the north.

 

[Larkem]

My character is Larkem the Wood Elf -

Larkem had been an archer for as long as he could remember. His father had taken him out as a small child, and they had travelled together over the tundra of Skyrim. His first memory was of slaying a small deer as a young child, and it was this hunting knowlage and expertise that was to help him in later life.

However, when Larkem was only seven years old, his father was brutally murdered by a bear. Larkem was sent to Honorhall Orphanage in Riften. He stayed there under the ruthless reign of Grelod the "Kind." He eventually had enough though, and he gathered all of his fellow orphans and hatched a plan to escape that night. However, the plan was not to work. Only he managed to escape, and the others were captured and returned to the orphanage. He vowed that he would destroy Grelod, and free the children from the orphanage. He grew up living off the land, using the same techniques that his father taught him as a young child. When he grew older, he decided to go out and explore the rest of Skyrim. He met many people along the way, including some that he would rather forget. One day, he was out hunting Elf with two of his friends, when they were ambushed by a group of Imperial soldiers.

They took him hostage - his friends weren't so lucky. He was transported around Skyrim under the Imperial control - it was certainly one way of exploring! He was passed through the hands of many corrupt and evil Imperials, and eventually he was imprisoned in the Riften jail. But it was here that he made his first daring move. He found a secret enterance in the jail that linked him into the Ratways, the skytem of tunnels that ran under Riften at that time. It was here that he met his allies the Thieves Guild, and he then passe into the hands of the Drak Brotherhood. It was with them that he finally managed to fulfil his ambition of overthrowing Grelod.

However, his path was to take many twists and turns. He escaped Riften and left his troubles there. He was a free man, and nothing was going to get in his way. Except from the dragons that had started to show up. Larkem decided to travel to Dragonsreach to see if he could get any information from the Jarl's mage, and it was he who told him about the recent dragon attacks on the city. When he went to investigate the ruins, he was confronted with the beast. After an intense battle that lasted for well into the night, the beast lay still. And it was then that he discovered his true origins. His story then goes on, about how he met the Greybeards, the Blades, the Dawnguard, killed the vampire Lord Harken, and many other tales that we simply do not have time for.

But I can say that he now lives very happily with his wife Mjoll the Lioness, her companion Aerin, his bard Oriella, his steward Jordis the Sword-Maiden, his follower Serena, and his two sons Hroar and Francois Beaufort.

 

[Larkem]

My character is Larkem the Wood Elf -

Larkem had been an archer for as long as he could remember. His father had taken him out as a small child, and they had travelled together over the tundra of Skyrim. His first memory was of slaying a small deer as a young child, and it was this hunting knowlage and expertise that was to help him in later life.

However, when Larkem was only seven years old, his father was brutally murdered by a bear. Larkem was sent to Honorhall Orphanage in Riften. He stayed there under the ruthless reign of Grelod the "Kind." He eventually had enough though, and he gathered all of his fellow orphans and hatched a plan to escape that night. However, the plan was not to work. Only he managed to escape, and the others were captured and returned to the orphanage. He vowed that he would destroy Grelod, and free the children from the orphanage. He grew up living off the land, using the same techniques that his father taught him as a young child. When he grew older, he decided to go out and explore the rest of Skyrim. He met many people along the way, including some that he would rather forget. One day, he was out hunting Elf with two of his friends, when they were ambushed by a group of Imperial soldiers.

They took him hostage - his friends weren't so lucky. He was transported around Skyrim under the Imperial control - it was certainly one way of exploring! He was passed through the hands of many corrupt and evil Imperials, and eventually he was imprisoned in the Riften jail. But it was here that he made his first daring move. He found a secret enterance in the jail that linked him into the Ratways, the skytem of tunnels that ran under Riften at that time. It was here that he met his allies the Thieves Guild, and he then passe into the hands of the Drak Brotherhood. It was with them that he finally managed to fulfil his ambition of overthrowing Grelod.

However, his path was to take many twists and turns. He escaped Riften and left his troubles there. He was a free man, and nothing was going to get in his way. Except from the dragons that had started to show up. Larkem decided to travel to Dragonsreach to see if he could get any information from the Jarl's mage, and it was he who told him about the recent dragon attacks on the city. When he went to investigate the ruins, he was confronted with the beast. After an intense battle that lasted for well into the night, the beast lay still. And it was then that he discovered his true origins. His story then goes on, about how he met the Greybeards, the Blades, the Dawnguard, killed the vampire Lord Harken, and many other tales that we simply do not have time for.

But I can say that he now lives very happily with his wife Mjoll the Lioness, her companion Aerin, his bard Oriella, his steward Jordis the Sword-Maiden, his follower Serena, and his two sons Hroar and Francois Beaufort.

 

[Larkem]

My character is Larkem the Wood Elf -

Larkem had been an archer for as long as he could remember. His father had taken him out as a small child, and they had travelled together over the tundra of Skyrim. His first memory was of slaying a small deer as a young child, and it was this hunting knowlage and expertise that was to help him in later life.

However, when Larkem was only seven years old, his father was brutally murdered by a bear. Larkem was sent to Honorhall Orphanage in Riften. He stayed there under the ruthless reign of Grelod the "Kind." He eventually had enough though, and he gathered all of his fellow orphans and hatched a plan to escape that night. However, the plan was not to work. Only he managed to escape, and the others were captured and returned to the orphanage. He vowed that he would destroy Grelod, and free the children from the orphanage. He grew up living off the land, using the same techniques that his father taught him as a young child. When he grew older, he decided to go out and explore the rest of Skyrim. He met many people along the way, including some that he would rather forget. One day, he was out hunting Elf with two of his friends, when they were ambushed by a group of Imperial soldiers.

They took him hostage - his friends weren't so lucky. He was transported around Skyrim under the Imperial control - it was certainly one way of exploring! He was passed through the hands of many corrupt and evil Imperials, and eventually he was imprisoned in the Riften jail. But it was here that he made his first daring move. He found a secret enterance in the jail that linked him into the Ratways, the skytem of tunnels that ran under Riften at that time. It was here that he met his allies the Thieves Guild, and he then passe into the hands of the Drak Brotherhood. It was with them that he finally managed to fulfil his ambition of overthrowing Grelod.

However, his path was to take many twists and turns. He escaped Riften and left his troubles there. He was a free man, and nothing was going to get in his way. Except from the dragons that had started to show up. Larkem decided to travel to Dragonsreach to see if he could get any information from the Jarl's mage, and it was he who told him about the recent dragon attacks on the city. When he went to investigate the ruins, he was confronted with the beast. After an intense battle that lasted for well into the night, the beast lay still. And it was then that he discovered his true origins. His story then goes on, about how he met the Greybeards, the Blades, the Dawnguard, killed the vampire Lord Harken, and many other tales that we simply do not have time for.

But I can say that he now lives very happily with his wife Mjoll the Lioness, her companion Aerin, his bard Oriella, his steward Jordis the Sword-Maiden, his follower Serena, and his two sons Hroar and Francois Beaufort.

 

[Larkem]

My character is Larkem the Wood Elf -

Larkem had been an archer for as long as he could remember. His father had taken him out as a small child, and they had travelled together over the tundra of Skyrim. His first memory was of slaying a small deer as a young child, and it was this hunting knowlage and expertise that was to help him in later life.

However, when Larkem was only seven years old, his father was brutally murdered by a bear. Larkem was sent to Honorhall Orphanage in Riften. He stayed there under the ruthless reign of Grelod the "Kind." He eventually had enough though, and he gathered all of his fellow orphans and hatched a plan to escape that night. However, the plan was not to work. Only he managed to escape, and the others were captured and returned to the orphanage. He vowed that he would destroy Grelod, and free the children from the orphanage. He grew up living off the land, using the same techniques that his father taught him as a young child. When he grew older, he decided to go out and explore the rest of Skyrim. He met many people along the way, including some that he would rather forget. One day, he was out hunting Elk with two of his friends, when they were ambushed by a group of Imperial soldiers.