Character backstory. - Page 4

Hashassa was born a Telvani noble, but her house was overrun, and routed by Argonians. She made her way to Skyrim as a refugee, and eventually to the Gray Quarter of Windhelm. There, she witnessed the racism of the Nords, as well as hearing disturbing rumors about a Child performing the Black Sacrement, as well as a serial killer inside the city. Also Brawled Rolff Stone-Fist to lead him away to a dark alley, where he could be dispatched quietly.

Playing her as a manipulative Psychopath. Not in it for teh Evulz, but filled with spite, revenge, and self justification, she doesn't kill directly, but uses Illusion to make people attack her. Fury on a citizen, even with the guards watching carries a bounty of just 40 coin. After that, they usually get killed by the guards on their rampage.

Working her way up to Paralyzing with Frost, and Alteration, so the targets are not only killed by their former allies, but also helpless against them.

Thrud the Barbarian - a true Nord warrior.

Many years ago a group of mercenaries, lost and searching for a pub, stumble across an abandoned baby in a deserted village. The mercenaries decide to raise the baby as one of their own, teaching him how to fight and drink beer.

At the age of five, Thrud is sent to Crom the Destroyer Orthodox Pagan Infants School, where he towers above the teachers and his fellow students. When one of the children shoots him with a pea shooter, Thrud's reaction is to kill and maim twenty-seven pupils and three teachers, leading to his expulsion from the school. Choosing to return to the wilderness rather than his adoptive parents, Thrud lives alone until, one day, he stumbles across a hidden burial chamber. Finding a horned helmet and a large axe, Thrud arms himself. Finding gold and gems, he decides to return to civilisation with his newfound wealth, quickly establishing himself a reputation as a violent warrior.

Endowed with the strength of a rhinoceros, the speed of a jungle cat and the intelligence of a garden snail, Thrud is a one-dimensional character who engages in mindless slaughter and strikes Frank Frazetta-style poses while remaining ignorant of plot points.

Arriving in Skyrim for the first time he quickly gets involved in an unfortunate incident involving a barrel of mead and the violent death of 22 Imperial legionaries. Mistaken for a Stormcloak he is sent to the block (even though he doesn't own a cloak) and so his adventures in Skyrim begin....

....many barrels of mead and countless violent deaths later he kills some dragon or other. The end.

Cylos:
His mother had died during childbirth.
His Father had travelled the Oblivion plane in ways of searching for new and powerful magic in the hopes that he could destroy the Aldmeri Dominion with a single spell and his view bring peace to Tamriel for his young Breton child (me). However his actions caught the attention of a Bosmer spy for the Dominion, and high mages were dispatched in the hopes that his research could be used to destroy all men. His Father focused his Magicka within himself to create a small controlled explosion wiping out the Altmer mages, however due to uncompleted research it destroyed him in the process, but some of his magical talent seeped into his son.
Cylos was adopted by an Imperial couple fleeing Markarth to Cyrodil because of fear they would be accused of involvement with the Forsworn. He was raised and encouraged to use magic but to focus on control. He travelled to Skyrim in the hope of continuing his Father's research, but was captured trying to cross the border by an imperial envoy who had just captured Ulfric Stormcloak close to darkwater crossing...

Bilbo Baggins:

A dunmer born in morrowind who moved to skyrim with his parents when he was 3. They lived peacefully in windhelm in a big house known as hjeirm. But one day on his 21st birthday, bilbo's parents were murdered by Ulfric Stormcloak himself, so bilbo went straight into the palace and nearly lit Ulfric on fire. That was when he ended up at helgen.

Race: Nord
Name: Palermo Maafir
Type: Swordsman

Born and raised in Hammerfell among Redguards. His village has been massacred during a raid by corrupt Imperial soldiers when he was 16. His family were slaughtered, his 5 sisters and mother raped and tortured to death. His fathers death however was not certain, as Palermo did not see his father after the massacre. Traumatized, his soul abandoned his body and demons dwelled in his mind. Palermo became a bandit in the slums of Hammerfell, and did so for 20 years, becoming a talented swordsman and a cunning thief. Palermo extorted, abducted, stole from homes of wealthy men including town jarls, murdered unwary travellers, and pushed Skooma to beggars and addicts.

The deep desire of vengeance dawned deeper to the core of Palermo's corrupt mind. Furthermore, Palermo grew sick of the cheap ale and horse-shit for a bed from a stinky bandit cave. The smell of semen from the women, who's wrists were nailed to the wall, who's mind has adapted to the life of a victim, sickened Palermo deeply. Though revered from his fellow, outranked bandits, Palermo, the hardy Nord from Hammerfell, left and headed for Skyrim to join the Stormcloaks. Skyrim for the Nords, did not interest him. For Palermo desired the blood of a Imperial to drip from his blade, that and the wealth he anticipated on the way. A month later Palermo found himself in a carriage towards Helgen, but did not doubt the fate he anticipated.

After the escape, Palermo lived in Ivarstead. Palermo was a talker, a friendly man, and thought to be rather handsome. He stayed for 2 weeks, and quickly became a regular friend with the locals. He was also a womanizer, developing a secret, naughty, relationship with Lynly Star-Sung and Fastred. Women satisfied Palermo, more than any amount of Skooma he can ever have. He made way to Riften and quickly became a member of the Thieves Guild with his impeccable cunning talents. In 3 months, the citizens of Riften was more wary then they have ever been with the Thieves Guild presence undergound, an unknown man, reffered by the locals as the 'Black Sykes' was heavily wanted thief, the Jarl's men plotted ways to capture the man, even the Thieves Guild put him in concern, not knowing this was their very own Palermo Maafir.

Later, Palermo joined both the Stormcloaks and the Dark Brotherhood. In 3 years, Palermo was a highly respected man throughout Tamriel. He became Ulfric's main man and took the last swing to end the Imperial Legion. Whilst assasinating the emperor, and having nobody but those who were still alive from the Dark Brotherhood to know it was indeed him. He rejected Ulfric's offer as his main bodyguard, the idea of being a political man sickened Palermo.

Now wealthy, Palermo left the face of Skyrim and lived in a underground palace with his wife Ysolda. He married Ysolda as his new business was now high classed brothels for rich and wealthy men (as well as small-time brothels for the degenerate) and most importantly Skooma and Sleeping Tree Saps. He "hired" people, mostly Khaajits and pig Orc's (as he reffered them as) to do the dirty work of brewing his Skooma, and created his criminal empire with the Alik'r . In 234 unknown places throughout Skyrim and Cyrodil were Palermo's Skooma factories. He became the most wealthiest man in Skyrim. And so started Tamriel's most controversial criminal organizations.

I start my character's backstory after I have finished almost every quest in Skyrim. I didn't develop my opinion on The Great War until after I had killed General Tulius and made Ulfric the High King of Skyrim. Now that I see Stormcloak cause for what it is, a hypocritical, blood- thirsty and barbarian legion, I have decided to start my game again but not before making things right and so it begins like this...

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Race: Nord
Name: (Let's just call him the Dragonborn)
Type: The ultimate warrior, perfect in all skill areas.

After a Dark Brotherhood assigned contract-killing in Whiterun went awry, the Dragonborn found himself exposed as a killer to the people in the town he called friends. Vilkas of the Companions casted him out publicly and threatened to remove the title as Harbinger before the guards ceased him. The dragonborn was at the mercy of two Stormcloak soldiers (two men he called brothers during the civil war), he relied on his renowned fame and title as Thane of all holds of Skyrim to persuade the men into releasing him. Yet the Stormcloak soldiers did not recognise him, they did not remember him fighting at their side in the civil war. What they did notice was the Elven greatsword the DB had sheathed, to the dismay of these two soldiers, they deemed him an immediate Elf-sympathizer and threw him in jail.

Despite the fact that the jail could merely hold a Frost Troll, let alone himself, the Dragonborn decided he was so highly respected and powerful now that someone would inform Ulfric of this travesty and arrive with a warrant for his release, but in two days no one came... Over the course of a week in jail the Dragonborn had time to rethink his loyality to the Stormcloaks, despite being there at Ulfric's side when General Tulius was executed. The Dragonborn's skills decline and drop many levels. He looses touch with reality. He forgets the ways of the Thu'um. Several years pass by before he finally decides to break out (using remnants of the skillset he picked up during his years as a master thief), he barely made it past an apprentice lock but manages to escape out into the world he once knew, as a different man. A detritus to his former self.

Running across country in a roughspun tunic, carrying only a couple of lockpicks in his inventory and with a fractured memory of the old ways of the Thu'um, he flees Whiterun. He barely makes it out of a confrontation with a pair of wolves using a dagger he finds on the forest floor but he eventually gets to Riverwood. He spends a few days just sitting in the inn. Occasionally he gets a couple of kids mocking his ragged clothes but never any real bother. No one bothers him, the nightmother has stopped speaking to him, the Thieves Guild haven't contacted him at all since his capture, destiny doesn't come calling, not anymore.
One day he overhears a couple of kids in conversation:
"Who was the Dovahkiin?" They say.

Eventually the Dragonborn finds work with a local group of bandits passing by near Riverwood, they let him join purely to amuse their own curiosities about him possibly being the Dragonborn of legend. The Draonborn starts remembering his ways as a thief, stealing from Stormcloak carriages as they pass from hold to hold. One day a Dragon (one of the last few in Skyrim) ambushes the Dragonborn and his Bandits on their way back from a successful carriage raid. It kills everyone but the Dragonborn, whom is left cowering behind a rock, barely able to perform the word Feim to escape the Dragon's fire.

Once again the DB finds himself devastated, lost and alone in the woods. Suddenly a familiar voice speaks to him, a loud voice that echoes across the hills and flows through the valley like a great change in the wind, bouncing the word back to him... "Do-Vah-Kiin." The word of Bori, one of the Greybeards. He heads this call and journeys to High Hrothgar. He spends many years there training in the ways of the voice, before he decides his destiny, to kill Ulfric Stormcloak.
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I'm very tired, very bored and just thought this would be a good way to start a fresh in the game

race breton
class magesword
he is basically just walking home one day in the imperial city having dabbled in magic all of his life in a carefrwe way of fun he notices a scream from a house he rushes into the door swinging on its hinges to find a woman dead on the floor from burns and a dark shape with a tail dissapears through the window the guards appear .stop right there criminal scum. of course he tries to explain but the evidence is overwhelming and he is in a cell across from an annoying high elf then some blades and the emperor enter his cell and he escaes with their help obviously being some sort of fated person he then goes on many adventures and clears his name by saving the empire he is known as the hero of kvatch and many other names and he is rumored to be in the dark brotherhood and known to be in the other guilds but the thieves guild which is secret
he goes through a strange portal and into a room of butterflies but sincehe is known for being an insane like carefree mage he is not troubled by the insanity he finds in sheogoraths realm and after some cheese and some crystal knights he becomes a daedric prince.
he leaves his realm and goes adventuring only to be attacked by a vampire who he drops out of the air but only after he has been turmedabout three hundred years passes and he cures his vampirism with a witches help and then goes to skyrim where being the insane type wants to try something new and uses a spell to ake himself forget everything but his name some basic skills and that he enjoys cheese he goes to skyrim and is promptly arrested and put on trial by an axe that is very unfair he then ends up being saved by something that shouldnt exist and is shown that fate loves him because he becomes dragonborn or is at least told about it and he then goes on adventures rejoins the dark brotherhood having forgotten he qwas in it met himself who gave him his wabbajack and did many new factions saving the world and the nords of skyrim and then his firstnspell wears off and he remembers everything laughs for three years straight and then goes home to his realm to eat cheese

Name: Brezioh
Race: Breton
On the run from his homeland of High Rock for comitting a crime he did not commit, Brezioh tried to escape to Skyrim for safety, however stumbled on an Imperial ambush on the stormcloaks. After the dragon attacked Helgen, he went to Whiterun and helped to kill the dragon. He found a dead Whiterun Guard and stole his armour and wore it himself. He now explores the foreign realm of Skyrim wearing only the Guards armour he found on the first day...


And another

Name: Prisoner (couldnt be bothered to name him)
Race: Imperial
Following on from what someone else said, I thought it would be fun to also try a 'drunken loser' file. My character stays in the ragged robes he got at the start of the game, and only uses his fists. He likes to run up to things and start punching them like crazy, and is a very good sneak, lockpicker and pickpocket.