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    ryguy90

    Member
    Beaker In Skyrim is the story of the world's most unlucky Muppet stuck in Skyrim during the civil war and dragon invasion. The rules are simple:

    1: Beaker can only say meeee! plus screaming in fright
    2: No one can mention that Beaker is a muppet or how small and strange he looks
    3: You can add your own characters into the story
    4: Beaker is the dragonborn no matter how much he hates it
    5: The other muppets can be involved but keep it focused on Beaker
    6: Beaker can't die, he can be burned, poisoned, electrocuted, even cut in half but Beaker can't die (Otherwise how could we toucher him?)

    Thats it! Have fun and all hail mighty Beaker!

    This story was inspired by this picture found here beaker vs skyrim - The Nexus Forums

    Character Info (May Change if someone can offer a good argument)

    Name: Beaker
    Age: 24
    Race: Nord
    Class: Mage/Bard
    Clothing: Imagine Beaker with an iron helmet on.
    Weapons and Fighting Style: Beaker is a fairly powerful mage, and while he does knew some basic destructive spells, his dislike for violence and love of research has lead him to favor healing, illusion, and enchanting spells. Beaker also tries to avoid physical combat, running from it when ever possible, but when he does have to fight in melee he uses a defensive style with a shield and spear. He is a terrible archer because of his shaky hands and if was to swing anything heavier than a dagger he will probably ether hit himself or go flying. Also whenever he uses a shout it often goes horribly, horribly, wrong. He does have high levels in magic and endurance (thanks to all the running away) and while he does have low health he heals remarkably quickly.

    Personality: Highly intelligent, kind, sympathetic, loyal, and moral are all words people often choose to describe Beaker. They would also use the words high strung, clumsy, nerves, constantly terrified, and accident prone. No one can argue that Beaker is good a man, he is willing to stand by his friends, he is honest, and no matter how bad something is Beaker will keep coming back for more. However, Beaker is the most paranoid person you will ever meet, he is terrified by nearly everything and can be sent into a panic by the slightest thing. Not that he doesn't have reasons for his fear of everything, because it seems that everything really is out to get him. Almost anything you can imagine, and many things you can't, has or will happen to poor Beaker. But Beaker always comes back for more.

    Beaker enjoys nothing more than reading, taking part in an experiment, and practicing his lute (I figured he needed a way to express himself) but events always conspire to send him flying into one misadventure after another.

    History: Beaker was born in a small Skyrim town and ever since he was a child he had been an outcast. Many people thought he was a terrified fool because all he could say was "Meee!" and his panicky nature. Both of his parents were retired Nordic warriors and despite their love they also had trouble understanding their son's preference for books, music, and studying over training and fighting. Oddly the only person in the whole village that seemed to understand him was the daughter of the local wizard, Mjoll, who protected him from bullies.

    At 17 Beaker was invited to study at the College of Winterhold. While there, Beaker proved himself to be head-and-shoulders above his fellow students, despite having set the record for the most trips to the healers. This caught the eye of master Bunsen Honeydew, a famous Brenton researcher and alchemist who made his name in his dangerous field work. So after Beaker graduated with full honors, Honeydew was quick to offer him a job noting how he was impressed by Beaker's willingness to face nearly any danger, his sharp mind, and his amazing ability to heal from any injury.

    Wanting both to learn at the feet of his childhood hero and to prove to his freinds and family that he wasn't a total coward, Beaker agreed. And for the next 3 years Beaker followed Honeydew all over Tamerial conducting experiments and research on anything that struck their fancy. During that time Beaker saw the inside of every healing sanctuary on the continent for every kind of affliction known to mortal. After a really bad accident Honeydew would often ask if Beaker wanted to leave, if only to avoid more injury. And Beaker would respond with a determined "Mee."

    But after three years Beaker received a letter from Mjoll, who had also been adventuring, asking him to come to Riften for something very important. Not wanting to turn down his closest friend, Beaker said his good byes to Honeydew and went out on his own. (On his first day he was attacked by a mob of angry rabbits who still hunt him to this day.)

    He made it back to Skyrim with nothing trying to kill him except for those bunnies and when he crossed the border he came across a rich injured Nord who promised him wealth in exchange for healing him. Not knowing this was the StormCloak leader, Yarl Ulfric, Beaker did as he was asked and just as he was finishing up he found himself getting hit on the top of the head and falling unconscious.
     

    Star Gazer

    Well-Known Member
    Yup... Isnar will fit into this story. Hope you are still interested in this, I am!
    Name: Isnar the Old
    Age: 96
    Gender: Male
    Race: Breton
    Appearance: Old, wrinkly, one arm, one eye,
    Class: Warrior
    Equipment: Black cloak, ragged trousers, iron war-axe, walking stick, pipe with tobacco

    IC: Isnar went for a walk around Riften after a trip to the ratways. There was a small orange/pink man being attacked by a group of rabbits. These were no ordinary rabbits. They were large and stood on two feet. They carried large battle-axes. "Leave him alone!" The old man yelled. The rabbits looked toward him and charged. Isnar took out his battle-axe and swiped at the first one, cutting him in half. Their skin was thin, and the war-axe cut through them like a knife through butter. They all crowded around him. Isnar dodged and swiped. After a bit, all the rabbits were gone. Isnar suffered from minor cuts and bruises, but nothing too serious. "You ok? Let me buy you a drink." Said Isnar, putting a hand on the orange shoulder of the small man. Isnar led him to the bar.
     

    Rayven

    Global Moderator
    Staff member
    Huh.

    Well let me know if this gets going and I'll move it into the new active stories subforum.
     

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