You Skyrim Backstory...

[RedEyesBlackGamer]

Absconditus hadn't really gotten the hang of assassinations yet. After a botched one on a high ranking noble, he tried to book it out of Cyrodiil...and stumbled into a skirmish between the Imperials and some Nord hooligans who called themselves the "Stormcloaks". He was captured and headed to an execution that he rightfully deserved. Then, dragon out of fucking nowhere.

 

[artanis_neravar]

My Khajit was the same one of which i played as in Oblivion except he... umm... KNOCKED his hed! (Yeah, that's it) and learned to dual wield things and lost all of his heavy armor skill.

Not to mention managed to live another 200 years?

 

[Infernai]

A breton, and descendant of the champion of Cyrodil, raised among a band of mercenaries who eventually left them when he came of age to see the world. He eventually found himself in a group of wandering thieves, learning some new skills which he started to utilize more effectively before striking out on his own after a dispute with one of his missions. He basically continued to operate as a thief, leaving many a person in Tamriel without gold to fall back on until he got cocky and decided to steal some major artefacts from a palace.

He got caught, but managed to flee due to kicking the chancellor who blocked his way right in the nads and fled across the border to Skyrim. Unfortunately, when he supposedly found a 'contact' to sell them to in the black market it turned out to be an informant who leaked it to authorities and had my guy arrested. His identity and crimes were soon revealed and he was soon sentenced to death for not just illegal sales of ancient akivari artefacts but also for all the other thefts, resisting arrest, and the assault on the 'chancellor' (Let's just say all his previous crimes added up).

 

[ZombieMonkey7]

My character is a khajiit named "Captain Fabulass" and has multiple personalities making him the biggest indecisive fuck ever. He is a stealthy warrior mage, he gives to charity and helps anyone in need, but also steals everyone's stuff including beggars's potatoes and he is also a member of the dark brotherhood. Just recently Captain Fabulass joined the companions, making him a werecatwolf and after finding out that he couldn't join both the stormcloaks and the imperials has commited suicide, tragic

 

[ShindoL Shill]

A direct descendant of my Oblivion character. He wants to follow in his ancestor's footsteps as a hero, then discovers his great-great grandpappy was an assassin and a thief.
so he fled to Skyrim to join the last remaining DB sanctuary.

 

[khiliani]

Adrella, a dark elf, lost her mother when she was young. litle did she know that her mother had been the saviour of Cyrodiil close to 200 years ago. left to her own devices, Adrella makes a life of petty crime, climbing the ladders of theivery her mother used to lead. It wasnt untill she started taking assasin jobs that the law realy caught up with her though, and hearing of waining imperial influence in skyrim Adrella made for the border above bruma.

 

[Easton Dark]

I am Gordon, the high elf mage with a beard.

I can't remember shit before I woke up in that carriage.

How's that for an awesome backstory.

You remembered your name was Gordon, that you were a high elf, and that you have a beard.

Telling us you had a beard would have been backstory enough.

 

[Odbarc]

I the kleptomaniac argonian who steals everything from everyone because having a giant bag of coins on him when he finally dies is going to be an epic-find as a random encounter for someone else.

Also, my mother was killed by the Dark Brotherhood whom randomly stumbled between a mark and the assassins arrow and died on the spot where a dragon also then spontaneously appeared and laid a dragon egg on her. I eventually broke out and looked like a baby dragon which I was also raised by said dragon.

Then I slew my dragon-mother and gained her soul in lieu of my own which is why I steal so much. (I was able to kill with poisons and defecation on her nests.)

Then I inspired the great war by framing that guy from the beginning of the game with his mouth gagged by killing the king with my dragon-mothers soul unlocking voice power which when confronted by said man, was then ambushed by Imperials (at the start of the game). Gagged, he was unable to tell what really happened and I passed a (Persuasion) roll on convincing them I was a mere illegal immigrant.

My father was a homeless argonian beggar who had died of natural causes (disease, ect. for being so homeless and hungry) which my necrophiliac mother molested to conceive me.

 

[WolfThomas]

Romulus, unknown descendant of one of Uriel Septim's bastards, an Imperial who looks like Clint Eastwood with bitching Wolverine sideburns and worships Talos.

 

[coppah20HE]

Born in 4E 174, to an Imperial Legionnaire, and his wife, my character grew up on a small farm in the Caldovian Highlands of Cyrodiil. Sadly in 4E 175, his father was posted to the Cyrodiil - Valenwood border, where he was killed right before the end of the Great War with the Thalmor. So, at an early age he learned to both fight and farm from his mother.

While most of his childhood was spent helping his mother on the family farm, in 4E 189, he became an apprentice guard at the local town of Chorrol, where he served until he was old enough to join the Legion.

In 4E 194, my character was eager to avenge the death of his father, and joined up with the Imperial Legion, only to be posted in the West Weald, near Skingrad, where he trained and served the Legion. for the next few years he helped guard the border of Cyrodiil, but his desire for revenge had not been fulfilled. In 4E 201, a strange calling convinced him to abandon his post, and travel north.

However, his desertion had not gone unnoticed, and as he treked through the Jerall mountains, on the Cyrodiil - Skyrim border, he was captured by a Legion patrol, branded a traitor, and thrown in the back of a carriage, with a group of Nords...

 

[coppah20HE]

Damn, Double Post >:-/

 

[Vandenberg1]

Trying to get through this game one more time before I ship out to boot in January as an Argonian named "Clever Girl" (+5 to those who got that) However Since it came out I am an axe/mace wielding with High bow and light armor skills Nord who was orphaned as a child by the Imperials for his parents being Talos worshippers and speaking against the Empire's war with the Elven dominion. Raised by likeminded relatives he was caught while actually trying to join the stormcloaks. Altho he harbors some bad feelings to elven kin, he is as kind to anyone who shows honor and isnt an imperial...

Jurasic park the hunter last comment before he gets eaten by raptors, now I wan't my +5

+5

 

[El Poncho]

My Norde likes battleaxe's, especially if they are in someone's face.

And that is how I play Skyrim, taking any opportunity to plant an axe in someone's face.

For example [DARKBROTHERHOODSPOILERS]

Spoiler

During the quest where you are the Gourmet and have to poison the emperor's food, I kinda ate the very deadly poison when checking what my ingredient's effects were. So I used the best poison in it's place, my battleaxe. They must be used to chef's who wear full heavy armour and chop up carrots with a battleaxe.

 

[similar.squirrel]

My character was possessed by a cruel god who toys with the fates of mortals from the dread confines of his Infernal Bedroom using a Controller.

 

[The Funslinger]

Black-Ice, an Argonian abnormally well-suited for the colder climes of Skyrim, was captured after a bear had slashed up his face. The Stormcloaks saved him, but he was unconscious at the time. Typically preferring to go unnoticed, he immediately turned towards Riften the moment he left Helgen.

You damn well better have given him some cool facial scars for that.

OT: Well, I won't go into detail about this one connecting thing I do with all human characters I play in RPGs, but I'll describe this character's particular story: A Nord named Valdyr, born to the noble house, Svellherra (ice lord in old Norse, with Valdyr meaning wolf).

Spoiler: turned into a bit of an epic, so I spoilered it

His parents were executed as worshippers of Talos by the Thalmar. They came to the Svellhera estate near the border to Morrowind when Valdyr was six. Valdyr was at his studies when he heard the sounds of a struggle. He came downstairs to see Thalmar agents (whom he was ignorant of, at such a young age) in their solar. The two members of their small household guard posted on the front entrance were dead. The Thalmar had beaten his father down onto his knees and his mother was being dragged outside. Valdyr had only the scribe's knife used to sharpen his quill during studies. Even so, he ran at the Altmer in the rage of a Nordic child.
The small knife wielded merely by a child's arm only scratched the armor of the Thalmar Justiciar. Unfortunately, this was a particularly malevolent and cruel Altmer. He took the young boy by the arm and dragged him outside. In a cage was the man infected with lycanthropy to whom Valdyr's father had provided shelter. The stress of the situation had caused him to turn and he had lost control. He pushed Valdyr up against the bars. The werewolf lashed out with a claw and cut Valdyr, leaving him with three scars near his eye and leaving him accidentally infected with Lycanthropy. The Justiciar would have fed him to the wild lycanthrope, but his father had been dragged outside to be bundled into the carriage with his mother. The High Elf turned from Valdyr, letting him fall, bleeding, to the ground. As his father was manacled, he cried out at his son to flee. Before the Thalmar guards could seize him, Valdyr fled. He had an older sister who had left home to become an alchemist at the college of Winterhold, though he could not reach her.

After some time in the wild, barely alive, on the edge of starvation Valdyr was kept alive by the hunting done by his forcibly transformed self. Through sheer desperation and survival instinct he learned to control it. He encountered a roaming band of mercenaries, who took pity on him and took him back to where their combined families were camped. When he came of age, he set out on his own, with the sword he had earned from them. Having not transformed since he had been found, the now sixteen year old Valdyr decided that the gifts of the enemy should be used to strike at them. He developed an infamous reputation across certain circles in Tamriel as Valdyr the wolf-warrior, though his actual status as a werewolf was shrouded in mystery. Some suspected it due to some of the people whose bounties he took being massacred violently by his wolf form (though he only used it when it was necessary to kill his targets and he was not hired alongside others). In the rare opportunities that came about, he took jobs against the Thalmar. Having spent his childhood years among a mix of mercenaries as close as brothers, he had not grown to hate elves as many Nords did, despite what he had suffered. Instead, he focused his vengeance on the Thalmar. This went on for several years, though he eventually opted for more stable work and joined the Fighter's Guild in Cyrodiil, seeing that he could expand his training. He served with them through his late twenties when he received a letter from his sister. She had heard of his reputation and finally decided to make contact when she learned of his location serving with the fighter's guild. With the boarder to Skyrim having grown ever dangerous, Valdyr decided to conceal his identity. Seeking out an infamous witch, he persuaded her to cure him of his lycanthropy. Crossing the boarder, he was caught, quite by accident being mistaken for one of the Stormcloaks also crossing unbeknownst to him.

Spoiler: details concerning him during some of what I have done so far in game, may contain spoilers

After escaping the dragon attack at Helgen, Valdyr proceeded to Riverwood. From there, he went to Whiterun. Assisting the Jarl, he was awarded with the title of Thane. He became fast friends with the man, during his visits between mercenary contracts and exploration of his knew identity as Dragonborn. He joined the companions, and upon learning the secret of the inner circle, and after grave consideration, took up the mantle of werewolf once again. Eventually, he decided the empire too weak to shrug off the Altmer dominion, and was aware that the Thalmar were controlling the balance to keep the war going as long as possible. He decided to assist Ulfric, though he was surprised when he was sent to Whiterun to get Jarl Balgruuf's answer. When the Jarl instead turned to the empire for protection, Valdyr was harrowed when he was placed on the front lines of the assault on Whiterun. Though glad of being able to obtain Balgruuf's surrender, he felt guilty that the Jarl was deposed from his throne and exiled, and distressed at Balgruuf's sense of betrayal and hatred towards him. However, he remained loyal to Ulfric and continued to serve him.

 

[AngryMongoose]

If I was finding Skyrim hard I'd definitely lower the difficulty, because, while I like very hard games, Skyrim just isn't precise or tight enough for me to enjoy it as a challenge. Though I'm fine with the default difficulty. Maybe it's a bit too low.

 

[kouriichi]

Raj came from Hammerfell! Much dislike of sand, but snow, snow i like! Doesnt take brushing to get out of fur!

But dont know why nords hate Khajiit. Maybe because they are so cold? Have no fur to keep them warm! Bitter irony really. But off topic i get.

I come to Skyrim because men try to stab Raj. Raj do nothing bad! I tell moonsugar man Raj pay later, but he so greedy! Had to shoot him in face with arrow to stop him from skinning me.

Was nord too! Possibly cold because come from skyrim! Strange nords are. Raj no mean insulting way, just that they hate everyone but nord. Dont see why. Argonians and Dunmer such nice people.

Raj off topic again. Sweetroll and moonsugar do this to me you see.