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[stryke the unknown]

Stryke the unknown warrior.
Born in whiterun to two farmers. Of moderate standing, Stryke had a rather boring upbringing on the outskirts of Whiterun. Around the age of 12 a old man, unknown to tue family, came and introduced himself. When asked why he was there he would only answer "just observing". Several weeks went by till he told ths real reasons for being there. He sensed in the boy A power. A power that he himself could'nt come to name. He directed the father and mother take the boy to High Hrothgar, and to present him in to the grey beards.
After much debate they decided against it. Several weeks later when Stryke and his father travelled to Whiterun the farm was raided. House burned, mother murdered, family's savings stolen. His father, devastated, took him and his son to Windhelm to meet with his mothers family. After awhile his father decided to take Stryke to High Hrothgar.
On the way to ivarstead, Stryke and his father were ambushed By bandits. Though not a warrior his father fought like a warrior of experience. Sadly the numbers were just to much. Angered by the numbers lost and little bounty gained, they took stryke, and sold him to a bitter old man that ran a mine in Hammerfell.
8 years went by. Stryke grew to be a strong, surprisingly intelligent nord. Though he was given a freedom of a sorts in the mine , he still hated everyday that went by. The only friend he confided with was a old man named Gred. Gred tought him how to use the pickaxe in a offensive way. When the old man died a rather pitiful death, bitten by a rather small spider and refused treatment due to his age, he went berserk. Killing all in his way he fought and killed his masters. Once free he found himself leading the few who followed him in his rage. He hunted down the bandits that kidnapped him and murdered each and every one of them. Throughout hammerfell they spoke of a unknown warrior slashing through the bandits. When word got to him and his followers they thought he fit such a name. Stryke the unknown warrior stuck.
2 years passed. Stryke decided to return to his homeland. When crossing back into his homeland he stumbled upon the stormcloaks being ambushed. Recognizing Ulfric from his days in Windhelm he was surprised to find him being attacked. Before he could even think, a random imperial soldier hit him in the head with the but of his swords.
Awakening on the carriage he made quick friends of ralof. After the dragon attacked helgen he followed him. After fighting through several hords of imperials. Ralof and he went straight to riverwood. From there he went to whiterun. Helped the jarl with the barrow, while aslo joining the stormcloaks. When asked to battle a dragon he didnt hesitate. It was during this time that he found his power of the shout. When he was summoned to High Hrothgar he didnt so much as think twice. He was curious to figure out why his fathered died while traveling there. After being given the task of finding the horn and helping delphine fight another dragon, he went with delphine to find esbern. Once he layed his eyes on esbern he couldn't believe it. The old man. Though esbern never recognized Stryke, Stryke never once questioned his memory of the old man.
When he meet the dragon parthunax he was amazed, bewildered even. But once he heard the wisdom of the old dragon he became awed. " How could a animal be so wise?" So he listened.
When he was tasked with finding a elder scroll he went to septimus. After finding the scroll he decided to help septimus signus. After doing all that was neede and being spoken to by a deadric lord he cared little about, even refusing to learn his name, he was given a book. Now continui. His hate he refused to learn the name of said book but he knew it had great power. Now being intellgent he decided to exploit a deadric loophole and he used the book to gain powers equal to those that used them everyday as a warrior, mage, thief. From there the game was on. He defeated alduin, joined the college of winterhold-becoming arch mage, harbinger of the companions, master thief and nightingale, and listener of the dark brotherhood. All the while becoming known throughout the land.
Though he was no longer a unknown warrior, he kept his name because he never did put his past behind him. All the while he never looked for love till after the battle for solitude. After such he decided that he should return to Whiterun to meet with the new jarl. While on his way to dragonsreach he bumped into Ysolda. Being awestruck he quickly set out to find a mammoths tusk. Slaying several just to get one. After bringing it to her, he asked her to marry him. She accepted. After a glorious wedding he decided to settle down in solitude. Now When not slaying all that is evil, tends to work the forge.
Though he became rather famous he never once decided to drop his name. In fact he choose to embrace it as to never forget his past.
Whats next? Who knows?

 

[AS88]

Click on the CLICK HERE link in my sig to see a brief rundown of my character's backstories. They're not long, but it would've taken me all day!

 

[cyberius]

This is the tale of an ancient dark elf, who found love, inspiration, and honor. Only to have it burned to ashes...

This is the tale of Cyberion, a dark elf who wanted to rise above the others, but only fell...

The tale begins... in Red Mountain.

Cyberion was a soldier. The Dunmeri military was everything to him.

When he was a kid, he used to bring food to the soldiers.

When he was a teenager, he would scout for the army.

Now, he is 38, and is a normal soldier.

Everything was going great for him.

He had a girl back home waiting for him.

Her name was Meryna. The love of his life.

They were to marry and live in his cabin in the forest.

He would return to her tomorrow.

In battle, he was a one man army.

He took down a dwemer centurion just by outwitting it.

Oh yes, you could even say he had the most honor in the group.

His mind rushed the next day, when he returned to his cabin.

He met with his fiancee, and they readied for marriage.

That same day, he started started writing a book of all his war memories.

The next day, they rode off to Mournhold.

You see, Meryna was a close cousin to the King of Morrowind.

So, the wedding day came.

The bride and groom were getting ready.

That's when Cyberion forgot the rings at his cabin.

He quickly made off to retrieve them.

When he came back, the building was on fire.

He rushed in for his bride, but couldnt get far because of the smoke.

He searched for minutes and finally gave up.

Two days later, a guard arrested him and accused him of the burning.

The guard was his best friend who had served with him in the army.

The guard reluctantly pushed him in a Jail cell.

A day later, and he was in court.

The judge said he had enough evidence to execute him, but instead banished him.

The judge gave him 5 days to pack.

He went to Maryna's funeral, but her family, threatened him, so he left.

His love was burned. His book or his inspiration was burned.

And his honor... the very same honor he forged when he was a soldier. Burned so badly, you could even see its ashes fly in the wastes of the ashlands.

He went to his cabin.

For nights, he would have horrid nightmares of the burning.

Until one day, he was hunting an elk, when a group of vampires targeted him.

He fought them as hard as he could, but his willpower was severely damaged.

He eventually cut down one, anothers face.

He felt a sting on his back.

He fell down, and the last vampire used such a horrible spell, that Cyberion couldnt feel anything.

His last thoughts were " a great and honorable soldier is stripped of honor and banished only to end up dead.

The last thing he felt was a sting on his neck.

He died.

Three days later, his corpse was found by his old friend. The same one that arrested him.

He was grief stricken, and held a secret funeral, with only his living siblings, and his best of friends.

Before the end many left because of being overwhelmed, until three were left.

Suddenly the corpse arose, and was seemingly brought to life.

In shock, his best friend looked for any necromancers, and stared in Cyberions soulless eyes.

He killed his friends ruthlessly, being without control.

He ventured from Morrowind to Skyrim, and tied to make a (un) life there.

First, he tried Riften. He has been there before, and the people seemed to worship him for his bravery on the border.

Instead, all they did was spit and curse at him.

He left and moved to Falkreath.

Everything was good there for a month, but the vigilants of stenndarr found out about him, and he quickly fled.

He tried Whiterun, but the vigilants followed him.

He tried dragon bridge next, and the vigilants lost track.

He lived in a cave.

He was soon found by necromancers, and he killed them.

He went further down, and found a necromantic cult trying to conjure something.

He killed them all.

A guard of dragon bridge just happened to walk in, seeing the massacre.

He told the jarl of solitude, and the hjarl decided to make him a thane, and give him proudspire manor.

He sheepishly accepted, and entered his new home.

And that is all for this tale.

Goodnight, and do not get caught by goblins.

 

[Zolo-Shea]

My main gun Zolo-Shea is an Argonian sorcerer, the same one that I used in Morrowind. The story is that he was able to procure one of the mysterously powerful Elder Scrolls, and used it escape a coup intended to remove him from the Telvanni court (them Telvanni-types didn't enjoy having a "lizard" among their ranks.) While assassins stormed his tower, Zolo-Shea was able to jerry-rig his elder scroll to teleport himself to safety. It should be noted that while he was able to escape the tower, Zolo-Shea is by no means an expert on Elder Scrolls. Who is? He arrived not in good old Balmora, but in Skyrim almost 100 years later [I don't mind if you fact-check me, I think it's 106 years between the events of Morrowind and the events of Skyrim, but I'm not possitive.] Not only was he thrown through time, but the process left him COMPLETELY DEPOWERED! His vast array of spells and techniques had dwindled to nothing... in the blink of an eye! Starting again at level one, all Zolo-Shea finds in his arsenal is the Flames spell and a renewed hatred for Dark Elves...

 

[cyberius]

Another dunmer bio.

Varyn was born in Morrowind in the late 3rd era, and when his parents decided to see some friends in Valenwood, he was captured by the Thalmor. For 50 years he served thalmor generals as a slave. The thalmor that he served called him an elven abomination, and would beat him. If he did one thing wrong, they beat and torchered him and even shocked him with magic.

To this day, he has horrible nightmares about his torchure. One time his master tried to drown him. Another time, his master cut him with a dagger. The various types of torchure go on for an eternity. But one day, he escaped when an imperial force stormed his masters castle. He stole some money from his master's safe, and got a ship ticket to skyrim. He knew skyrim was a harsh place, but as long as he was as far away from Alinor as possible, he would be okay.

He was horrified when he learned that skyrim was occupied by thalmor. He then took it upon himself to kill any thalmor that he knew of.





OOO

 

[The Wanderer]

Nona the Forsaken was abandoned by her people and forced out of the Vale when she was only 16. She has been traveling all over Tamriel adventuring, as well as being a sell sword for anybody. She was never sure when her next meal would come or how she would get it, even if it meant feasting on an unsuspecting traveler unlucky enough to meet her between meals.She is now a Skilled Archer who was captured while trying to enter Skyrim to start a new life. She is starting from scratch trying to make a living off of the game she kills, and the jobs she does for just about anybody she meets in Skyrim. She is probably the best Bounty Hunter in Skyrim, taking out Bandit Leaders undetected from long distance. Recently she has grown tired of her boring Vigilant life and has took it upon herself to extend her services to the Dark Brotherhood, were the pay is good and she no longer has to worry about where her next meal comes from.

 

[Andreezie]

Prologue.​

Alpraefectus Apollo (The Perfect Nordic Guardian of the Sun), the child of Bjorik Apollo, was born in Hammerfell a decendent of the Great Battlemage Company of Wayrest, which was created by Talon Torso, a Wood Elf, to fight against the Aldemeri Dominion during the Great War. These battlemages defended the Empire until they abandoned them. When the White Gold Concordant was signed, a treaty between the Empire and the Dominion, among many other things, it gave Hammerfell to the Aldemiri Dominion. However, Hammerfells army would persist by succeeding from the Dominion successfully, showing the Empire that maybe they should have continued fighting. The Great Battlemage Company of Wayrest became famous for defending against the Dominions armies and fighting for Hammerfell honorably during both the Great War and Hammerfells succession. The legacy of this Company is strong in the Apollo family, so Alpraefectus was rigorously trained in the traditional Nordic battlemage arts from birth. He soon became the youngest soldier ever to be enlisted into the Great Battlemage Company of his decent at the age of 9, making his Grandfather, Fjorn Apollo one of the original and oldest living members of the Company, proud. By the time Alpraefectus became a member of the Great Battlemage Company it had become mostly a mercenary group being called upon by Hammerfell’s Armies only rarely, forcing them to take any job they could, which exposed a weakness to their unheard of arch rivals, the Aldemeri Justice Clan. This group of High Elves was created, in secret, for the sole purpose of destroying the Great Battlemage Company of Wayrest. The members of the Aldemeri Justice Clan would issue bogus bounty letters for the Company to chase, observing their every move. Eventually they found that every member of the Company would meet at the Wayrest Inn to discuss major bounties. The Aldemeri Justice Clan used this knowledge to ambush the entire Company during one of their major bounty meetings, killing all but one. Bjorik, to insure his son’s survival hid Alpraefectus under the floorboards of the Inn during the attack. The young Alpraefectus was forced to listen to his family, his legacy, and his friends be murdered in cold blood by the race he hated the most, the High Elves. From then on Alpraefectus was lost, he traveled all across Tamriel questing to avenge the death of his kin. His journey sharpened his senses and honed his skills to the fullest. He eventually found and destroyed all of those associated with the Aldemeri Justice Clan however, the darkness of hate overwhelmed Alpraefectus after his vengeance was completed. Alpraefectus found that he was unsatisfied after his victory and went through a prolonged state of depression. Eventually he let go of his prejudice against the High Eleves, came to peace with his actions, and let go of the grief he suffered at the hands of the Aldemeri Justice Clan. He ultimately decided to travel to Skyrim seeking to return his family’s legacy back to their homeland to start anew. Little did he know at the age of 22 his true purpose would be revealed to him the moment he set foot into
Skyrim.

 

[Daelon DuLac]

Currently working on Redguard named Bahamet (get it?) from Elinhir sent my his Umma who is the high-seerer of their group who foresaw his Dragonborn status and importance to Tamriel, but also have Laurel Wildwood: Nord from Helgin and have started her bio at this link: http://skyrimforum.com/threads/my-name-is-laurel-wildwood.25192/

 

[Gandalf the Smooth]

I'm gandalf the smooth and I'm... very old just old as plops that's what vapirism does to a man in his late 40's. now I have many hobbies like hunting, fishing, haarbinger of the companions, travelling, spending time with family, Arch-mage of the the college of winterhold you know basic stuff kinda boring.

 

[HAple870]

My character was born to a wealthy Nord family who settled in West Hammerfell to fight with the Resistence against the Thalmor. He was born scrawny and weak compared to the young Redguards and his Nord brothers and sisters he'd grown up with. He was lonely and an outcast. When he was 13 years old he brought several magic books from a visiting Imperial Redguard and learned spells secretly, especially the spells of Illusion and Restoration. When his father found out, he had his two Dark Elf servants executed. My character found training hard, even with swords. At 15, he discovered a long bow in his fathers office. He practiced with it in the yard, and found his natural talent. Plus, while his jealous siblings (who were no different or worse in melee combat than their Redguard mates) scoffed at it, his parents praised and encouraged him. In the next few years, talks of high treason and a rebellion in Skyrim quickly came to Hammerfell. 'Go!' His father said 'Join the Stormcloaks. They'll find a better use for you I'm sure.'
So he left, but just as he was doing so, about thirty Thalmor and twenty Imperial soldiers decended upon the famous household. It was a brutal fight, but at last the Thalmor captured his father and informally executed or killed the others. My character was powerless to stop them. With fire in his seventeen year old eyes, he took the next carriage to Markarth.

More to come when i can be bothered typing

 

[Ritterkreuz]

Mine's pretty simple. Born into a poor family of Argonian immigrants, on a farm near the steam swamps of Easmarch, Rath-Degn lost his parents at an early age to a bandit raid. He was then sent to Honorhall Orphanage where he received a harsh upbringing at the hands of Grelod the Kind. Being the only Argonian he was frequently tormented by the other children.

Reaching adulthood, Rath-Degn fled from Skyrim as fast as he could, drifting throughout Black Marsh and Cyrodiil for roughly a year, working odd-jobs, but never staying in one place for very long. Soon, he felt the strange urge to return to Skyrim, perhaps to find himself, and see if the Farm he could barely remember was still standing.

Alas, Rath-Degn was arrested at the border, waking up on a wagon bound for Helgan.

 

[AS88]

Mine's pretty simple. Born into a poor family of Argonian immigrants, on a farm near the steam swamps of Easmarch, Rath-Degn lost his parents at an early age to a bandit raid. He was then sent to Honorhall Orphanage where he received a harsh upbringing at the hands of Grelod the Kind. Being the only Argonian he was frequently tormented by the other children.

Reaching adulthood, Rath-Degn fled from Skyrim as fast as he could, drifting throughout Black Marsh and Cyrodiil for roughly a year, working odd-jobs, but never staying in one place for very long. Soon, he felt the strange urge to return to Skyrim, perhaps to find himself, and see if the Farm he could barely remember was still standing.

Alas, Rath-Degn was arrested at the border, waking up on a wagon bound for Helgan.

Well if that's not the backstory for a wannabe Shadowscale I don't know what is

 

[Daelon DuLac]

At some level he did feel some guilt at his use of the Companions. He had, after all, sought them out, not for the camradery or to seek honr as one of their members, but had sought the Gift. he could feel the Blood of the Beast flowing now through his veins, growing stronger with each feeding, taking possession of his very soul.

What cared he for Sovngarde, some amorphous place where warriors spent their afterlife. He was of Hammerfell, of the people of Elinhir, where his Umma and Abi had taught him the ways of the hung, that there was no greater honor than the fight and the glory of your enemy's death.

The armor, the weapons, they were of secondary concern, yet the great Skyforge of Earoland Greyman was peerless. Admittedly, the ebony bow he now bore and had enchated with the very fires of the Red Mountain so far away, had been of an old crypt's treasure chest, but the Wight had given him a respectable battled and there was honor in that. Besides the gleeming steel and leather of the Wolf Armor he wore (and he thought made him quite dashing), there could be no greater weapon than the Skyforge Greatsword he carried.

While the Silver Swords had offered some small resistance and he had not hesitated to eliminate the threat to his Companion friends, his lates endeavor had been of a more personal nature.

He respected Eorland Greymand and revered his peerless skill at the forge. The mention of his son's dissappearance had thrummed his heartstrings and Eorland's devotion to his wife had recalled his own father's when his sister had been kidnapped and summarily executed by the Thalmor dogs....

 

[Mr Forz]

Well if that's not the backstory for a wannabe Shadowscale I don't know what is

Well, he could end up like my character.

 

[AS88]

Well if that's not the backstory for a wannabe Shadowscale I don't know what is

Well, he could end up like my character.

Tell me more.....

 

[Mr Forz]

A hist-hostile vampiric frost mage with an unusual yet friendly behavior and a passion for enchanting? Well, just because one's parents get killed won't mean that he'll automatically become an assassin

 

[AS88]

A hist-hostile vampiric frost mage with an unusual yet friendly behavior and a passion for enchanting? Well, just because one's parents get killed won't mean that he'll automatically become an assassin

The Grelod the Kind bit got me thinking of Innocence Lost, is all

 

[HenkZ]

My character HenkZ is a dark elf, born and raised in the mythical realm of Sweden. When HenkZ got older, his parents Bigfist Bearfart and Tits Hit Bottom, decided to move to Skyrim for environmental changes.

When moved to Skyrim, we realised it looks quite similar to Sweden and there were other nords there aswell. Norwegians, Danish, Icelandic and even some "sauna crazy" Finns.

As a dark elf of Swedish heritage, HenkZ was constantly bullied by the neighbor children, as they were throwing pines at him. But one day a vision of great deeds appeared. "You may be Swedish, and a dark elf with so much flaws that only pines get attracted to you, but you are chosen to be the Dragonborn."

And the adventures began...

 

[jarif]

The true Nord hero dragonborn who is half breton and half nord but is a orphan though is a mystery to me.
Stev Wood elf - Ran away from the green pact as a young child and despises it until this very day, he's murdered and eaten, running running. He was about to be killed by a group of bandits but saved by a legendary archer from the great war, raised him in the way of the hunt in riverwood and taught him true compassion but eventually his master died at old age, bandits raided the home and stole everything it was time to take back his home!
kairal - evil nightmage... lets not go there... he has one traumatized pastm it would take forever to write
Bruce - One day at the age of 8, it was dark alley way after watching a theatre, bandits working for thalmor killed them with a crossbow. Since that day he trained and strives everyday till he becomes the dark knight

 

[Level VII]

Do'vish's Backstory: (I am working on it still but this is what I have so far)

His background is when he

lived with his family in Elsweyr for 17 years. In his town there would

often be bandits and his village would have to fight them off. When he

was 13 he watched as his mother was killed in front of him. Only him,

his father, and his older and younger brother were left. When he was

the age of 14 he started to learn the way of necromancy to try and

find a way to revive his mother. He trained on that and with swords for

the following 3 years.

He was no where near perfecting necomancy. He was decent at

best. One day when his father and younger brother was gone in one of

the main cities the bandits came again, and the bandit leader "Ri'dar"

can into his home and was about to kill his older brother. Do'vish ran

at Ri'dar with an extreme speed and knocked him down and the dagger

went flying. Di'vosh caught the dagger in mid-air and held it to

Ri'dar's throat. Then out of no where Do'vish's older brother knocked

Do'vish off of Ri'dar. Ri'dar then picked up the dagger. He found out that his older

brother was behind his mother's death and a few raids from the

bandits.

The next few days were suffering. His father and younger

brother haven't returned from the main city yet. He was still in shock

after that night that his older brother ran off with the bandits. Then

his younger brother and father burst into the door and said "we have

to get you out of here." Apparently Ri'dar had killed an important

political leader in Elsweyr and framed Do'vish. Do'vish's father

thought that he should go to skyrim, get as far away as possible. But

he knew that if Do'vish tried to pass the boarders that he would be

caught for sure. That's why he bought a ship and had a friend escort

Do'vish to skyrim.

I then used an Alternative start mod to have my ship wreck North of Skyrim.