Haven’t posted any character stories in a while , I thought it would be time to write a new one! Hope you will enjoy it! ;D
PS: it's a bit long, sorry for that! ;(
Name/Nickname: Froki
Race: Argonian
Gender: Male
Age: Early 20’s
Psychology Profile:
Froki is a somewhat clever little argonian who uses ice spells from the school of destruction to defeat his opponents. He is very Young so he has much to learn. He can use a bow or a sword, if necessary. Froki does not have very much friends, because he´s kind of shy. Although he is shy, his brave heart and his knowledge of the world around will help him overcome almost every danger that crosses his path.
Background Story:
It was a warm summer morning when Froki opened his eyes. He could see the sun shining bright through his window. He did not remember how he got in this house, but his bed felt very comfortable and warm, so he decided to lie down for a bit and think of how he got here.
A couple of minutes later an old nord came in, he looked a Froki, but he did not speak a word. He walked right to the fireplace to grab what in Froki’s point of view seemed like a kettle and he walked up to Froki’s bed.
‘Well hello there, young Argonian, I see you finally woke up. Would you like some tea or a piece of bread?’ The old man said. Froki did not respond, he was not sure if he could trust this old man. No one had ever been this nice to him so he wasn’t sure what to do.
‘Ah, of course, I haven’t introduced myself yet. I’m Pabilos Trivo, but you can call me Pabs if you want, everyone calls me Pabs. So what’s your name?’
Again Froki did not respond.
Pabilos had been staring at Froki for some time now.
‘Hahaha!’ Pabilos started to laugh with a deep, manly voice. ‘A shy one, you are, hahaha!’ He smiled at Froki. Froki saw the lines on his face, suddenly the old man looked less old then he did when he came in.
‘Have you forgotten how to talk, young Argonian?’
‘F-F-Froki...’ Froki said.
‘Excuse me, what did you say just then?’ Pabilos asked him.
‘M-My name is Froki, sir’ Froki stuttered. ‘Ah, I was wondering if you were ever going to talk to me.’
’So… Froki, was it? Do you want a cup of tea or a piece of bread?’
‘I’m not hungry, sir’ Froki responded.
‘Not hungry?! You have been sleeping for one and a half day now, you really should eat something, my boy.’
‘Well, I guess I’m kinda hungry…’ Froki admitted.
‘Here’s some bread and a cup of tea.’ Pabilos said.
After Froki was done eating as much as he could and drinking the sweet tea the old man had gave him, he started wondering again.
‘Sir, can I ask you something?’
‘Oh, call me Pabs. What can I do for you, Froki?’
‘How did I got here? Why am I here? Where am I? What happened to me?’
‘Calm down, boy, I will explain everything;
I found you two days ago, on the road to Whiterun. I was going to Whiterun to buy some food for the next week but then I found you. You looked withered and you were covered in blood, I couldn’t just leave you there, you would have died, so I bought you here, to my humble home here in Whiterun Hold.’ Pabilos explained.
‘Where is Whiterun Hold? Is it somewhere in Blackmarsh?’ Froki asked him.
‘You are in Skyrim now, my boy, you’re far way from home. Can you remember anything of what happened to you, or how you got here in the first place?’
‘No, I’m sorry…’ Froki responded.
‘You don’t have to apologize, it’s not your fault.’
As Pabilos had said that, he stood up and walked to the front door.
‘I’ll be back soon, you should sleep some more, Froki. Don’t take this the wrong way, but you still look awful.’
Froki nodded and closed his eyes.
In the years that followed Froki had learned a great many things from Pabilos. He had learned the history of Skyrim, and of the Septim Dynasty and the Oblivion Crisis. Pabilos was a mage himself, so Froki had lessons in destruction magic from time to time.
‘Most Nords do not like magic at all, they fear of the consequences it may have. But if you, my son, act carefully and you train hard, you will be able to control the magic that I teach you.’ Pabilos used to say.
Froki liked living in the Pabs’ farm, he had a great view on one of the watchtowers in Whiterun Hold and it was a short walk to Whiterun itself. But this would all change one day…
‘Froki! Froki! Wake up!’
Froki turned his head and looked directly into the eyes of Pabilos.
‘Froki, hurry! The house is on fire! We need to get out of here!’
Froki stood up as quickly as he could and he ran outside through the door, well, there was no door anymore, it was probably already burned to ashes.
As Froki turned around, he realized that Pabilos was still inside.
‘Pabs! Where are you?!’ Froki screamed, and at the same time, a part of the roof collapsed. He had to go back inside, he had to save Pabilos because Pabilos had saved him.
Froki ran back inside and he saw that Pabs was trapped under a pile of heavy logs that used to carry the roof.
‘Pabs!’
‘What are you doing in here, you fool! Get yourself to safety!’ Pabilos said to him.
‘I’m not leaving you here to be burned alive, Pabs!’ Froki tried to life on of the logs, but it was way too heavy for him.
‘It’s no use, Froki. Save yourself while you still can, live the life you want. Remember all the things I thought you, goodbye, my son...’ And after Pabilos had said that, Froki turned around and ran outside again.
A second after he had set foot outside, the roof collapsed completely and Froki started to cry out loud.
‘Noooo!! Pabs!!’
And as Froki turned around to see if anyone was near, he saw them ride away on their horses, the bandits that had lit the fire, and at that moment, Froki promised himself to take revenge on the bandits for what they had taken away from him.
After the fire, Froki lived on the streets eating whatever he could find. He visited Pabs’ grave every year in the summer.
When Froki arribed at the border of Skyrim, returning from his annual visit to Pabs’ grave he was hit on his head and he fainted.
A few hours later, he was in a carriage to be executed in Helgen. He was on his way to Pabs and to Sovngarde…