Character Backstories?

[Nunya1011]

I like coming up with backstories. My little Dragonborn is named Katsumi. I use the "Alternate Start mod" so it isn't the general beginning. She is a Bosmer, originally chaotic neutral, but changed to lawful neutral. Katsumi was born in a small village in Elsweyr where she was raised by two older women, one a fellow bosmer, and the other a khajiit. Together they both raised her and trained her to be a thief. Not long after reaching adulthood, she left Elsweyr and her caretakers, and began heading to Cyrodiil to thieve and wreak havoc. Once she got there, however, she became bored because it wasn't as fun as she had hoped. Rumors of a Thieves Guild in Riften eventually reached her ears, and she took off at once. She never made it to Riften. Along the way, Katsumi was attacked by a group of vampires and left for dead in the wilds where she was later discovered by two Vigilants of Stendarr. She had contracted sanguinare vampiris from one of the vampires. The Vigilants cured her, took her to the Hall of the Vigilant and took care of her wounds. Katsumi ended up staying with them and joined their ranks, but still seeking a way into the Thieves Guild... until one day, after an afternoon of hunting dinner, Katsumi found the Hall of the Vigilant burned to the ground, the bodies of her friends mingling with those of vampires and their death hounds.

Katsumi was lost for a while after that, left to wander Skyrim. Then, as she entered Whiterun, an orc approached her and urged her to join the Dawnguard, a group of vampire hunters. Katsumi then realized she had been spared that day for a reason, to join the Dawnguard and avenge her fallen comrades.

[KiwiZombieGirl]

Current playthrough backstory.

 

Aleysi is an Imperial who grew up in a small village just outside Bravil, Cyrodiil with her Imperial father and stepmother, and three half sisters. The village, and by extension her family, were truly penniless, so at a young age, she learned how to lie, steal, and lockpick to help her family get by. Any money they did get was used to feed her father's skooma addiction. Her family was abusive, and she hated her life.

Her father, stepmother, and half sisters all hated her for different reasons. Her father, because she reminded him of a woman he once loved, and a time when he was truly happy, her half sisters, because they thought her a half-breed, and were disgusted by her magic. And finally, her stepmother hated her simply for being another woman's child.

Aleysi's real mother was Breton and a gifted mage before she was kidnapped by a Thalmor agent when Alysi was only 4 years old. Aleysi's father was forced to remarry, least he was accused of still loving a suspected rebel. Alysi got her magical gifts from her mother, but despised her magic, as it reminded her of her mother, choosing instead to use an old dagger she found washed up on the riverbed for hunting wolves and deer.

Although it was illegal, she mourned her mother and as she got into her teens, began to despised the Thalmor.

One day when she was 17, she couldn't take the abuse anymore and snapped, killing both her father and stepmother. She ran as fast as she could out of the village, but one of her sisters had seen, and told the patrolling Thalmor. Aleysi had a bounty on her head and for two years, stole and even killed to avoid capture. On the coldest night she had endured, she sat in an inn, selecting her next pickpocket target when she overhead two Thalmor agents, reminiscing about times gone by, lips loosened due to the alcohol. They spoke about a Breton woman, from a village just outside Bravil that they had taken to be imprisoned in Skyrim. Aleysi leapt across the inn, slit their throats and ran once again. Headed for Skyrim to find her mother she managed to evade capture. That is, until she tried to crossed the border. She was recognized on sight. She was apprehended along with a group of Stormcloaks and sent to Helgen to be executed.

 

Cue Events of The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim.

 

Edit: spelling

Edited January 6, 2019 by KiwiZombieGirl

[Roadhouse699]

Wilhelm Swift-Arm, Male Nord: born Last Seed (Sign of the Warrior) 4E 175, Chorral County, Cyrodiil

Born right after the Great War to two Nord Legionnaires, Wilhem's mother had to leave the army because of her pregnancy and go back to their home outside of Chorral. His father was kept in the Legion, and was constantly pushed to the front line because of the anger of his superiors over the fact that he had inpregnated a female comrade. He was killed during a particularly risky and ambitious assault during the battle of Red Ring, leaving Wilhelm to grow up fatherless. Still, the boy wanted to follow in his parents' footsteps and join the Legion, even though his mother was highly opposed to it. In 4E 191, when Wilhelm was 16, he joined the Legion as a light infantryman and was sent to a fort in West Weald in preparation for the next war against the Aldmeri Dominion.

Wilhelm was extremely bored with this assignment, craving action against the Thalmor. He aspired to join the Penitus Oculatus and become a spy, so he began trying to learn skills of their trade - stealth, alchemy, and light armor. The Penitus Oculotus refused to accept him into their ranks, however, as he was much too old - they typically raise Orphans from childhood. Wilhelm didn't give up, however - he found out about a group of legionnaires that took the fight straight to the Dominion, often going as far as Alinor itself. His new goal was to become an Imperial Ranger. He was accepted into the training cycle when he was 18, and made it through the first three months, but when the time came to kill a criminal bare-handed in the ring, his leg was badly broken in the fight. The Legion gave him a pension and let him go, telling him he was an exemplary legionnaire and a great ranger candidate, but still infuriating him.

Wilhelm tried to get his injuries healed by a priest, but everywhere he went, they were either charging far more than he could afford or had a backlog of other patients, so he tried to learn the basics of restoration magic from reading books - and between that and what he'd learned about Alchemy, he managed to heal his leg. Now, with some degree of skill in swordsmanship, archery, light armor usage, alchemy, and healing magic, he tried to become an Imperial Ranger Medic, but the Nibenese Legion clerks didn't believe that a 20-year old Cyro-Nord could teach himself restoration magic and actually heal himself fully, and thus rejected him from service. Ever hungry for action, he settled for joining the Fighters' Guild. The Fighters' Guild literally sends their people out to hunt rats and goblins. Wilhelm was largely dissatisfied with the Guild, and 5 years later, he learned that the 3rd Legion in Skyrim was taking just about anyone to help fight the Stormcloak rebellion. This was his chance. He went north and tried to sneak around the Legionnaires guarding the border, but was caught and thrown onto a cart with the very people he came to Skyrim to fight.

"Hey you! You're finally awake!"

Main Factions: Blades, Imperial Legion, Dawnguard, East Empire Company (Wyrmstooth)

Possible Factions: College of Winterhold, Nibenese Fighter's Guild, Synod, Vigilants of Stendarr (VIGILANT), Companions

Major Skills: One-Handed, Light Armor, Archery

Minor Skills: Alchemy, Smithing, Enchanting, Block, Restoration

Edited June 7, 2019 by Roadhouse699

[Swordsguy2010]

Her name is Raven Bellthoff, or "the White Raven" to some later in life. Is a beautiful Breton woman born with snow white hair and piercing Silver coloured eyes. she was born in the second era of 322 to a high noble couple in the city of Wayrest. Raven was a quiet baby never cried much even after birth. all throughout her childhood she was doted on by her loving mother and waited on by her many servants.

Her father was one of High Rocks most successful businessman, owning his own fleet of trade caravans and ships selling many fine goods all throughout High rock and parts of Skyrim and Hammerfell. Ravens father was never around much, when he did return home he never gave Raven very much attention, mostly a quick smile and a tussle of the hair before he adjourned to his study to do paperwork and command the servants before leaving again after a quiet meal in the evenings.

As Raven got older (9) she was tutored by the finest teachers of literature, writing, magic and ladylike edicate her family's vast wealth could afford. Raven even got a Swordmaster to show her a few moves as well every now and then when she could actually escape her ever watchful mothers gaze and nosy servants. Her mother never liked her skipping off to go mingle with the soldiers.

"you're a lady you shouldn't be speaking to those brutes nore should you be swinging axes around like them, its unbecoming of your status dear" she would complain

"I'm not "swinging around axes" mother, he's training me in the use of swords, a much more elegant weapon wouldn't you think?"

Raven and her mother would argue back and forth for hours, and her mother would always insist that she act like a lady and study.

Her prattling never really stuck however, Raven acted like a lady sure but not like one of those wimpy limp wristed noble ladies her mother is always trying to get her to meet.

A few years later Raven (16) has come of age to become a young wife, her fine snow white hair has grown longer and her feminine features are taking shape and she has begun to get noticed by many noble lords and princes. Ravens mother nags her incessantly to choose one and get married.

But Raven doesn't feel ready yet and doesn't want to get married. not that that stops her mother from inviting nobles from all over the city to meet her. a few were even kind of cute.

When Raven turned 18 she finally decided to choose a husband, she still didn't really want to but her parents kept insisting and Nagging her to marry so to shut them both up for a minute she finally conceded and chose a young noble by the name of Ren.

He was a strong and rather dashing man, strong, fine clothes, square chin, medium length well kept hair in a ponytail, sharp light green eyes, and a tongue that would cut steel. (he had a sharp tongue -was quite witty)

Raven, her mother, and father (amazingly) had a lavish supper that night with Ravens potential sutor, so that they all could get to know Ren a little better, share stories and boast about there various accomplishments and so forth, well, the men did that is. until there was a rather sudden knock at the front door. *Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock!* "who could that be" asked Mother "i don't know" remarked Father "Zeben Door!" yelled Father and a Redguard entered the room "of course sir" Said Zeben as he made his way to the front door.

*Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock!* the knocking continued. Raven heard the front door open but nothing else for a moment as Ren and her father continued to boast and chat about life's pleasures.

When suddenly a large man came bursting through the doorway from the front hall behind Raven's mother. it all happened so quickly one moment everyone was surprised by the sudden intrusion, the next the unknown man raises a hand held crossbow and puts a bolt through Ravens mothers head a moment later another man comes behind her father grabs his hair pulls his head back and slits his throat Blood gushes from his neck as Raven's father gurgles and chokes on his own blood and suddenly falls still.

Raven Screams with utter shock and absolute terror as Ren, recovered from the shock quickly gets up from his chair and draws his blade, but before his blade could even leave its sheath all the way he gets a bolt in the chest, after a brief moment he topples over. Raven screaming at the site of her now dead mother, father and betrothed, tears rushing down her face mixing with blood spatter from her father then suddenly .. Black.

Raven awakens presumably hours later in what seems to be a large campsite with many rough looking men around drinking, laughing, puking "well well looks like the pretty princess has finally come to" one of the men croaks, another man yells "Oi boss!, she's awake!"

A moment later a giant of a man comes out of one of the larger tents and slowly thunders his way over to Raven, the ground shaking with every step. the giant crouches in front of her

"hello" he growls with a crooked grin, teeth yellow, breath foul. the giant turns his head and spits then turns back still grinning, he wipes drool off the corner of his mouth "a little birdie tells me you're looking for a husband .he, hehe"

Raven's eyes widen, her skin turns pale and she gags a little

"HM!? what you don't like me? what am i not "Noble" enough for you?" he says clearly insulted by her gesture. knowing that if he hit her he'd take her head off, the giant gets up and turns, "hey Dregow smack this cow would ya" the bandit named Dregow a lanky little man quickly runs up to her and like a whip smacks Raven across the face. she collapses as Dregow cackles maniacally "hey boss, c-can i do that again?"

The boss looks at him and Dregow quickly slinks away clearly scared of him.

Raven weakly lifts herself back up and the Boss bandit crouches down again "You're mine now, you're going to be my plaything until i

break you and you are no longer appealing to me, then, i guess i'll let my men have there way wit ya ..he he he he"

Raven wimpers "please..no" before the giant grabs her by the throat and drags her into his tent. her screams could be heard for miles that night as the giant rapes her, again and again. after a while the giant tosses her out of his tent, naked and covered in... filth "clean the cow up" the giant yells from with in his tent, two men then grab her by her hair, over to a cage. they toss her in and grab a bucket used to fill the horse troughs and tossed water on her.

"ah, good enough" one of the bandits says as the two walk away laughing "Toss me another beer!" another man yells out.

later that night while most of the bandits were sleeping, Raven laid naked, weak and broken in her cage, crying, going mad, when she raises her eyes and notices a fog rolling in through the moonlight breaking through the tree branches, Raven quietly whimpers to herself, as she puts her face into her hands. suddenly she hears branches creaking and twigs snapping, it takes her a moment but she again raises her eyes upward and notices a tall dark figure standing above her. looking down upon her ..with glowing red eyes. "you Poor thing" he says solemnly

"who?" she mutters before the man reaches for the cage door and somehow rips it from its hinges and tossing it aside like parchment. the man crouches down to her "i'm not going to hurt you, i'm going to get you out of hear" he says as he unhooks his elegant black cape and wraps it around Raven and scoops her up in his arms and begins jumping away with acrobatic skill Raven has never seen before. branch by branch the two traveled farther and farther away from that hell. Raven feeling an overwhelming sense of safety at last, faints.

Raven briefly regains consciousness seeing three pale woman washing her skin, Raven blacks out again. When Raven finally regains her senses and wakes she finds herself in a large cushy bed and a large reagle bedroom fit for royalty, dressed in a silk nightgown. "where?" she whispers to herself, but then she hears the bedroom door open and it's her savior. A tall handsome man, appearing to be in his late 30s with black hair with a bit of grey and a finely trimmed goatee, he wore a fashionable and intricately designed dress suit, Something a duke or perhaps a prince would wear. "did you sleep well?" he asks "um yes, thank you, Thank you!" Raven responds courteously. "thats great, i was beginning to think you would never wake, you were asleep for two days" the man says

'Two days!?" Raven responds "Aye, you must be hungry shall i fetch you something to eat?" the man asks. Feeling the complete emptiness in her stomach she says "yes! ..um..yes..please"

The man smiles and nods. "Asara!" he calls, a woman almost immediately walks into the room from the door "yes my Lord?" "fetch my guest a lovely gown for this evening, can't have dinner in a nightgown now can we?" he replies

"right away my Lord" she then disappears behind the door

Raven smiles

Later that night Raven and her mysterious savior are in the dining hall, a plate of Filet mignon with a balsamic glaze and a glass of fine wine is placed before her "Oh my this looks lovely" she says " um aren't you having anything?" she asks "No i uh, already ate, i'm not hungry, please enjoy" he motions to her dish.

Raven takes up her utensils and cuts a piece for herself, a moment after taking a bite she smiles.

"uhm, forgive me but, i never got your name, all the huff about saving a fair maiden from a bunch of savages, i forgot to ask" says the man

"My name is Raven, Raven Bellthoff, pleasure" Raven says. "Raven?... hm, beautiful name" the man replies. the man then rises from his chair and bows "my name is Count Reynald Gaston it is a pleasure"

After a few minutes of silence Reynald asks "hm, Ms Raven ..you, seem haunted, not counting the sheer unpleasantness you must of experienced by the hands of those damned savages, is there something the matter?

After a moment a single tear runs down Ravens cheek, she quickly wipes it away "i-its..nothing.i don't want to talk about it, please.

"...as you wish it Ms Raven, as you wish it.." Reynald replies.

Later that night after dinner Raven and Reynald are in the lounge, enjoying the glow of a large fireplace.

Reynald takes a sip from his wine glass, then turns to Raven and asks "Ms Raven... i can't simply sit idly by while those damnable Barbarians still draw breath in my Forest, especially after what they must of done to your delicate person"

"well you have Men to deal with this don't you?" Raven Asks

"Men? oh no i live uh "ALONE" sort of speak, but we can do something about this, if you feel up to it of course?" Reynald asks

"do?" Raven asks

"Do you ...know, ..what i am?" Reynald asks

"...a Vampire" Raven responds

"a Vampire? ha ha what gives you that idea?" Reynald jokes

"Your eyes" Raven responds

"when i first saw you your eyes glowed red, so ..so red" Raven continues

"you have inhuman strength... you're faster than anything i've ever seen... You don't eat, you're obviously drinking Blood in that wine glass" Raven adds

"hm hm ha sharp as a needle i see" Reynald responds

"Let me ask you ..a very personal question..you're free to refuse if you so wish, and if you wish to leave tomorrow, your free to do so at your leisure, i won't stop you." Reynald says

"How would you like to..become what i am? be a..shall we say "wolf among sheep", never be afraid of death again and -" Reynald says before he's interrupted

"Yes!" Raven says quickly

Reynald puts down his glass walks over to Raven and crouches before her "are you sure?" he asks "Yes" Raven responds just as quickly as the first.

At that Reynald gazes into her eyes, Ravens eyes calm and she's put into a hypnotic state, "Very well then" Reynald says before he opens his mouth revealing a set of sharp K9s and at that he slowly inches forward baring his fangs Raven bends her neck slowly to the side and fully reveals her jugular, and Reynald sinks his fangs into her neck.

Just then as if instantly Raven wakes up in her bed in her large cushy bed in her large reagle bedroom of count Reynalds no doubt massive castle. Raven leaps out of bed and rushed to a large mirror on a Fancy dresser. her skin, is as white as her hair, her eyes have gained a reddish hue. she caresses her face with her hand and is shocked to see her nails have grown a lot longer. at that the door to her room opens and in walks a woman, possibly another one of Count Reynald's maids "M-my Lady? M-my master wishes to speak.. with you at your earliest convenience my lady, if you'll follow me?" she says sheepishly

After getting dressed Raven follows the maid, she leads her to a room where Reynald is waiting. "Ah my lady you're awake at last very good" Reynald says turning from his fireplace.

"I .. I'm ..Hungry..." Raven says weakened " Oh .." Reynald says "Thats not hunger" he adds

"I ..I'm Thirsty" Raven says "Hm, yes you should be quite thirsty" Reynald says

"Follow me Raven let's go for a walk shall we?" Reynald says " erm" Raven nods

Raven and Reynald venture out into the woods, The moon rising in the night sky. wind blows fallen leaves across the forest floor and through the branches, crickets chirp in there nightly rituals as the two quietly walk Reynald glances back at Raven and notices a particular expression in her face, in her eyes.

"Hm you can smell it already can't you? that..thick iron smell" Reynald asks, Raven doesn't respond but her eyes get redder and redder as they walk. Reynald just smiles.

After about a half hour of walking Raven is now leading the trek when she notices movement in the brush. its one of those bandits taking a piss on a tree just ahead. Raven keeps moving while Reynald stops and observes. Raven quickly sneaks up weaving through the trees and the shadows as if she's been doing this kind of thing for years.

As the bandit finished up Raven bares her new K9s grabs the bandit and, since its her first time she nearly decapitated the poor bastard as she bit into his neck sucking up as much of the life giving fluid as she could before his heart stopped pumping it out.

"Very good Raven Very good" Reynald said as he smiles devilishly Red eyes glowing like fire in the darkness.

Raven was then done with her prey she dropped the sodd like a sack of potatoes, the first time blood rushing down her throat gave her an almost orgasmic rush through her body she dropped to her knees "RAAAAAAAAAHH!" she screamed into the night.

Near by, the bandits all stopped what they were doing to hear a blood curdling howl in the night, like nothing they've ever heard before. "W-what in oblivion what that?" asked one of the bandits. the camp fell silent. The bandit boss lumbered out of his tent and looked around.After a few moments they all noticed the forest itself fell deathly quiet all of a sudden.

Nearby in the bush Reynald spoke to Raven "Raven" he said,

Raven quickly turned her head towards Reynald as he pulled out a long katana from his belt "take this" he said "treat her well and she will serve you well" Raven took the sword and looked in awe at its fine craftsmanship, the blade was like a razor sharp mirror its sheath was smooth and black and of exceptional quality. definentally a blade meant for someone of high status. "Thank you" Raven said after she looked up at Reynald once more.

"now go have some fun" Reynald said with a smile gesturing toward the bandit camp. with an excitedly wide grin of her own she dashed toward the camp.

Raven encircled the camp stalking her prey giddy with excitement as she imagined what she was going to do to them all!. Reynald waved his hand and a cold wind blew through the camp, putting out all the torches and campfire. the camp was plunged into darkness. "Ahh what the hell!?" one of the bandits yelped "everyone at the ready!!" the Boss bandit yells and at that the rest of the bandits arm themselves and get ready for what they think is an ambush.

Raven notices one of the bandits strayed a little to far away from the group, she took the opportunity and dashed into the clearing at incredible speed grabs the bandit by the throat and carries him into the woods before anyone could tell what just happened! a moment passes and horrid screams can be heard echoing through the night that suddenly fall silent once again. "w-what was that?" asks one of the bandits.

As if on cue Raven tosses the now dried up corpse of their companion through the bush and to the ground in a heap in front of them. every bandit notices this immediately "by Ysmir's beard!" one of them shrieks in horror, this sends the bandits to panic and patrol around the camp in a group. "GET YOUR HEADS OUT OF YOUR ASSES! YOU SLIMY MAGOTS! AND FIND WHOEVER DID THIS!" yells the bandit boss.

Suddenly Raven dashes amidst the group of six bandits eyes glowing red with fury and the fires of oblivion itself. she cuts them all down in a heartbeat, blood sprays and libs fly.

And the screams oh the screams, it's like music to her ears. Raven pirouettes amidst the raining blood and falling body parts when she stops, suddenly and notices a rather large fat man standing but a few yards away, she recognises this man immediately as the large man who killed her mother! the fat man shakes with terror as he notices her eyes and recognises her face.

Raven starts walking toward the large man as he begins shaking in his boots, he pulls out that same handheld crossbow that took her mother from her and fires a shot.

She dodges the shot with surprising ease the large man panics as he tries to ready another shot after considerable trouble he gets the bolt knocked and raises it again and fires. She again dodges it with ease. At this the large man loses it and begins running away in complete terror.

With a smile that would scare a daedra she slowly starts to give chase "Run ..Run" she calls out as she starts to run faster and faster "Run! .. Run! RUN!!" she yells out again running after him.

The large man is of course not very fast but even so he runs, and runs and Runs until he couldn't run anymore. he stops running, gasping for air hands on his knees breathing heavily. He quickly whips around and looks behind him, she's nowhere to be seen.

But then a cold almost painful chill flows through his rolls "You ..YOU! killed my mother!" Ravens voice says from the darkness The large man could do nothing but gasp for air in between short whimpers of terror.

Suddenly the large man couldn't feel his legs anymore he looks down (of course he can't see them because he's..fat) but he knows he's..standing but he can't feel them, then suddenly he begins to topple over, his blubberous self crashing to the ground and then it hits him, a sharp agonizing pain where his legs use to be.

His legs were cut off!. blood begins to cover the forest floor as he screams in agony and tries to drag himself away. Raven calmly walks closer and closer to the large man blade in hand still dripping with blood. "N-no No No NO! NO! NO! please!" he shouts! Raven giggles "yes please! BEG for mercy it'll make your death ALL the sweeter" she adds all while giggling through clenched teeth like a mad woman.

Back at the camp site the Boss stood glancing around, blood, bodies, limbs and entrails strewn about the camp. then suddenly he hears the final agonizing screams of his last man deep in the dark woods until it all finally falls quiet.

No wind no birds not even the slightest noise can be heard. "DAMN YOU! YOU f***ing MONSTER! COME OUT HEAR AND FIGHT ME YOU B-itch!!" the boss yells out his booming voice echoing through the trees. then he turns and sees her slender dark figure back lit by the moonlight, blood and sinew dripping from her hands and face, eyes wide and glowing redder than ever.

"He he he Hello little princess, did you miss me?" he says mockingly. Raven remained still "came back for a little more of the good stuff did ya? he hee he he he" he says grabbing at his crotch

Raven remained silent still staring that cold bloodthirsty stare. she took her bloodsoaked sword

to her side and plunged it into the ground. preferring to use here bare hand this time. but before the boss could make a disgusting retort Raven dashed forward and clawed at his flesh, she was now behind him skin dangling from her claws

"AARG!" the boss yells in pain as he noticed his side was slashed, again Raven dashed and slashed at his other side and again and again each time taking flesh from him and dodging whatever barbaric haymakers he threw, to "try" and defend himself with. in this moment his massive size and immense strength meant nothing and Raven continues the onslaught.

Slash after slash the boss became weaker and weaker blood now gushing from his open wounds. The Boss panting and clearly exhausted and in ever so much pain, Raven dashes forward one final time she slides between his legs grabs his crotch with her powerful grip and digs in with her claws the look of shock and even greater heights of agony became plastered over his face as he soon realized what she was planning to do.

She gripped harder, twisted and Ripped off his dick and balls!, along with quite a large chunk of the surrounding flesh until his hip bone could clearly be seen.

"AAAAAAAAAAARRG!!!" the Boss screams and screams Blood GUSHED out of the open cavity and splashed all over Raven, she hops back on her feet as the boss bandit, pale with blood loss falls onto his back completely paralyzed with pain.

Raven stands above the Bandit boss and says "Mmm the Good stuff" she says baring her claws. Raven then begins laughing like a mad woman as she slashed and digs into his chest slash after slash large chunks of bloody skin and organs go flying all while she still laughs and her crazed smile gets ever wider she digs so deep into him that she literally clawed him in half but somehow this big bastard just wouldn't die and Raven appreciated it. the Boss with dumbfounded terror begins ..trying to escape by dragging his upper torso back a few paces. but his wounds proved far to great for even him to take and he finally fell dead.

Raven stood triumphant reeling from the power she now has coursing through her body the feeling is indescribable, she looks up into the starry sky and begins to relax covered head to toe in blood. but then she hears a clattering in one of the tents. she sonters over and opens the flap of the tent and sees the last survivor soaked in his own piss cowering on the ground.

Its that lanky little man Dregow. Raven does want to kill this man, for striking her back then, but he's just such a pathetic little worm it really wouldn't be worth the miniscule amount of muscle power it would take to snap the little maggot in half.

plus it smells pretty bad in there and she doesn't really want to go in there. since she has a heightened sense of smell. so she closes the flap. she WAS going to let him live when she turns and notices a still burning torch lying on the ground. picking it up she then turns it on the tent and sets it alight. she can hear the man inside begin to scream and beg for mercy.

But Raven just stands there emotionless and watched as the burning tent collapses on itself burying the man in leather and fire his screams soon die.

"well done Raven" Reynald says behind her, Raven turns to him "come, lets head back to my castle, get you cleaned up" he adds Raven runs over and grabs her blade still sticking in the dirt, wipes it clean and sheaths it before joining the count back to his castle.

Raven was now a Vampire and her experiences have changed her from a tomboyish noble girl living in a wealthy city to one of the most powerful beings to ever walk the face of Nirn. Ravens connection to humanity gradually became less and less apparent as the decades went buy. She came to regard man beast and Mer as nothing but playthings for her amusement.

she did do the occasional "Good" deed for money of course, but mostly she killed people just for the simple fact that they woke up that morning and had the unfortunate happenstance to cross her path. every year Raven became stronger and stronger, learning the ways of the Blade and Magic.

Soon Nobody could match her skill, Raven Traveled Tamriel from sea to moonlit sea. and in her travels she has seen many things both strange and mundane and killed many more. for hundreds of years she traveled learning spells and sword techniques.

But eventually Raven started to get progressively more..tired. No matter how long she rested no matter how much blood she drank she would keep getting more and more exhausted as time went on. she eventually found her way to Skyrim and met up with a vampire coven there who were affiliated with her Master Reynald. they say she's been traveling and gaining to much strength and she needs to rest, Real rest.

 

So they placed her in a special stone coffin and layed it in an ornate tomb, where she laid until the the fourth era 201. where she would rise again and continue to torment the living as she had so long ago.

Edited July 5, 2019 by Swordsguy2010

[Notminame]

My name is Sadie, I am half khajiit and half human I dont know my dad so

I dont know if my human half is nord or breton or redguard but my mom is khajiit

Kinita Tail-Biter is her name, I am a thief a very good one, I can stay

hidden very well, sneak into places and take things without killing anyone

or slit everyones throats without alerting anyone, but when I need to fight

I am skilled in using many weapons but masterful in one-handed weapons.

I arrived in Skyrim a slave, I was in Cyrodiil when I was captured by bandits,

back then I wasnt as badass as I am now, I didnt even know I was the Dragonborn,

I was in Bilegulch Mine the orc that was watching me was named Shogol,

he was going to take me somewhere and sell me, when we headed out, only he and me

I saw an oportunity, when we were in the woods I managed to free myself from my

bindings steal his dagger and kill him, I took his armor and his axe, returned to

Bilegulch Mine and killed all the bandits achieving revenge.

After my revenge I started wandering Skyrim as an adventurer until I reached

Helgen, the first time I saw Alduin I was just outside Helgen the town was burning

and I saw him flying away, I didnt know I was destined to kill him, but one week

later I was the Dragonborn I was working with the Blades I met a dragon called

Paarthurnax and I went to Sovngarde without dying to kill Alduin.

I also joined the Companions became a werewolf got cured and became harbinger.

Im leader of the Thieves Guild in Skyrim, I was offered to become a Nightingale

but I refused I said no because it involved selling my soul and I like to keep

my soul, if I became a Nightingale I would have an awesome armor and some powers,

I kinda regret refusing, but I get to keep my soul.

I live in Riften, I have a house, a husband and a daughter.

I went to Solstheim after some cultists tried to kill me, there I read a

Black Book talked to Hermaeus Mora and said "I'll never follow you moster" or

something like that, I defeated Miraak, and I became very powerful after that,

some of the things I learned in Solstheim are awesome.

Then I joined the Dawnguard, they sent me to Dimhollow Crypt to find out what the

vampires were doing, I found a vampire with an elder scroll named Serana, was taken to

Castle Volkihar which was full of vampires, refused to become a vampire,

then Serana appeared at Fort Dawnguard and started helping us against the vampires

I had to become a vampire to enter the Soul Cairn, but somehow I am not a

full vampire, strangely when Serana turned me we thought I had become a vampire,

but later I realized Im only half vampire, I can walk in the sun without burning

at all I dont even feel weaker or anything when in the sun, I can also feel

the taste of food, I can feel the love of my husband and I do not feel need of

blood, acrually I never drank blood ever, but I do have some effects, I never

actually feel hunger or thirst like I would before, I can stay without eating

or drinking anything for months and not feel anything, also Skyrim is very cold

I would feel freezing outside before, now I dont feel cold.

There is nothing about me that points to me being half vampire in my appearance

I realized this as nobody notices that when they look at me, I mean vampires

have cold skin and weird eyes, I have warm skin and fur and cat eyes.

I never got involved in the war but if I did I think I would join the Imperials

my opinion of the Stormcloaks is they are racists, only nords join the Stormcoaks.

Sometimes I think about going back to Cyrodiil, I suspect there is still someone

there that needs to pay for enslaving me, I killed the ones in Skyrim, but the

ones in Cyrodiil Im not so sure they paid for it yet.

[Notminame]

My character is based on an alternate reality scenario, in Sadie's reality she is the daughter of the Dragonborn who is a nord warrior (she never knows this) but he gets beheaded in Helgen before Alduin arrives and Sadie takes his place in the story as the Dragonborn, if he was not killed he would have been the hero as usual.

[Swordsguy2010]

 

My character is based on an alternate reality scenario, in Sadie's reality she is the daughter of the Dragonborn who is a nord warrior (she never knows this) but he gets beheaded in Helgen before Alduin arrives and Sadie takes his place in the story as the Dragonborn, if he was not killed he would have been the hero as usual.

 

 

okay.... And?

[SDroiddd]

My character, an Imperial named Scipio Cornelius, was born in a farm to the southeast of Anvil in the waning months of 4E 170, not long before the Great War broke out. His mother, Aviemmana, was a grazing farmer, and his father, Crelcabor, was a soldier in the Imperial Legion. Life was hard for the Aviemmana and her infant son, as she had to work the land on her own, but they survived.

Things were normal for the family until 4E 171, when the Great War had begun. Scipio was only around 7 months old. The Aldmeri Dominion had launched a full scale invasion of the Empire, and Anvil was one of the first targets of the Thalmor Army. With the Thalmor navy cutting a bloody swath through the western edge of the Empire, Aviemmana knew she and her son’s life was in danger.

With no Imperial Soldiers to protect her farm and knowing the Thalmor would soon reach her farm, she wrapped Scipio in a blanket and placed him in a chest. With tears pouring out of her eyes, she put a beautiful Malachite amulet around Scipio’s neck and wrote a letter and put it next to Scipio. She carried Scipio out to the woods. With her son sleeping peacefully, she lay a sweet kiss on his forehead, said goodbye, and closed the chest. She then placed a nourishment spell on her son to keep him alive, and walked back into the farmhouse to prepare for the Thalmor’s arrival.

2 hours later, sure enough, the Thalmor had arrived at the farm. With the Thalmor searching the farm for any civilians to slaughter, as a soldier named Ternae was approaching the door of the farmhouse, Aviemmana lunged out through the door screaming and tackled the Aldmeri soldier and slashed her in the shoulder, injuring her but not doing serious damage because of her armor protecting her. The soldier immediately shoved Aviemmana off her, took out her dagger, and stabbed Aviemmana in the chest, killing her. Ternae was shaken with fear and and adrenaline. She would never forget the look of fear and rage in Aviemmana eyes, seconds before those eyes lost all their life. Her commander told her to feel no remorse, as mankind is “weak” and “pathetic” and deserve no mercy.

As the Aldmeri soldiers were walking away from the farm after they had burnt it down, Ternae heard a faint sound of crying in the woods to her right. Her commander heard it as well and told her to investigate. As she looked around the woods and the crying got louder and louder, she found a chest with a green aura around it. A Thalmor wizard destroyed the spell surrounding the chest, and Ternae opened it. Inside she found little Scipio, bawling and wailing, swaddled in the blanket, with a glistening amulet surrounding his neck.

Ternae saw the letter, picked it up, and written down, it said:

“To anyone who reads this, please take care of my baby boy. My son’s name is Scipio Cornelius, and shall remain Scipio only. Scipio shall grow up to be a mighty hero, worthy of sharing a brandy with the Hero of Kvatch himself. Please raise my son to be a great man. A man who lives a better life than the life he was born into. Protect him, care for him, and see him grow into a man. If you are reading this, I am almost certainly deceased. This period of strife and conflict will be the end of me, but I will not let this be the end for my son. He will prevail and succeed. The Nine Divines decree thee. Keep this amulet with him. Never let him take it off. Let it be a memory of his loving but unworthy mother.

Sincerely, Aviemmana Cornelius.”

Tears began to form in Ternae eyes, as she realized that she had killed this boy’s mother. Suddenly, Ternae’s commander ordered her to kill the infant. The other soldiers looked at their commander with disapproval, and Ternae looked at Scipio, with his glistening eyes staring at hers. She then stood up and said: “No. I can’t.” Her commander, infuriated, said “Private Ternae, mankind are unfit for rulership of Tamriel, and they are unfit for life itself! They are pathetic little ants compared to the glorious Thalmor! They should all be put down like such. Now put down that pathetic boy like the sick pup he is, or I shall kill you both!” Ternae looked her commander in the eyes and said: “Never! I will never just slaughter an innocent child like this. He doesn’t deserve to die like this!” Her commander then looked at her and said: “You are weak. And so you shall die a weakling’s death. Kill her.” Her fellow soldiers began to unsheathe their swords, but some of her friends looked at each other in panic, and walked over to Ternae and drew their swords at the soldiers. “Unbelievable! All of you have betrayed your army and your race, for this pathetic maggot of a child! Fine. You shall all die as well.”

The soldiers charged at each other and clashed and slashed their swords. Magic bolts and arrows flew across the field. Eventually the fighting ended with the commander lying on the floor dead with all the others dead accept Ternae. She ran to the chest to pick up Scipio and the letter. Cradled in her arms, she ran away from the scene. Realizing that she would now be in exile because of her desertion from the Aldmeri army. She ditched her armor and changed into normal clothes. She then took a horse and made a trek all the way to Gilone in Hammerfell. When she arrived there, she spent what little gold she had to book a passage to Pyandonea, which was safe from the war.

When she arrived in Pyandonea, she worked many years to build up a fish store for them to live in. 17 years later, Scipio is a young man and the Great War was long over. He was working with Ternae in a fishing shop on the island of Pyandonea. He had grown close to the native Tropical Elves and had earned their honor and respect. When he was 18, Ternae told him about when she had first found him, and how his original mother wanted him to grow up to be a hero. Scipio was an adventurous boy and wanted to travel and see Tamriel. Ternae told him he is welcome to, as that is what his mother wanted.

 

He booked a passage to Hammerfell, waved his foster parent goodbye, and sailed off to the desert kingdom. He did not stay for long, however, due to the political upheaval and the rebellions against the Thalmor, he then traveled north to High Rock, where for 14 years he took some odd jobs for finding interesting artifacts and selling them to the highest bidder. He then moved to Skyrim when he was 31 years old in search of fortune. He arrived in the Reach, but wanted to travel to Riften. So he took a long walk through the forests and mountains through the roads, and when he arrived in Darkfall Passage, he stopped to take a rest, and saw that Ulfric and his men were camping there. He thought nothing of it, and moved on. While he was walking through the path, he saw Imperial soldiers riding towards him on horseback. They told him to state his name, and he did in a cagey fashion, but the Imperials believed he was a Stormcloak spy and tied him up and walked him to a carriage. There he saw Ulfric Stormcloak with a cloth in his mouth on the carriage and a few Stormcloak soldiers and a man in rags. Now we end up where we are now. I know it’s a kinda flawed story but I like it.

Edited April 2, 2020 by SDroiddd

[MaleCactus]

My favorite character is a imperial named Kingris Nils who was raised till the age of 18 living at Helgan. As a child Kingris(or Nils as he prefers to be called) was a rather rambunctious boy who was often coming home to his father with a dead rabbit or skeever bite marks on his arms and legs. But at the age of 18 Nils left home to become a mercenary in cyrodiil.

 

He was mildly popular and had protected serval caravans when out of the blue he was arrested for high treson and conspiracy against the throne. When brought before the emperor instead of giving him the death sentence they cursed him to never use a weapon and banished him from cyrodiil back to Skyrim where they had spread the description of his face every were forcing him to wair a helmet at all times.

 

But when he returns to helgan he sees a dragon fly away from the town (I was using Live Another Life) and immediately ran to check for survivors. When ariving he sees no survivors and feels anger at the world. Despite his anger and wish for the world to end he still goes to warn Riverwood but is careful to hide his face. With a curse that prevents him from using weapons he is required to use his fists and shield for self defense.

 

He later sides with the impierals because it was a stormcloak spy who framed him for his crimes.

Edited April 15, 2020 by MaleCactus

[rottenbicht]

I love doing this lol, all of my characters have backstories. I also like making characters for each faction, since I don't like the thought of the Dragonborn becoming the leader of the Thieves Guild/Dark Brotherhood/College of Winterhold/Companions simultaneously.

 

My Dragonborn's name is Elida, and she is a Wood Elf. She was found freezing to death near Windhelm and adopted and raised by Nord couple (hence the name), so she knows absolutely nothing about Valenwood or Bosmer culture. She also has no real desire to learn anything about them either, since she resents her birth family because she thinks they abandoned her. Her adoptive parents were also very nationalistic, so this was instilled in her from a very young age.

 

She grew up in Falkreath hold, and her adoptive father died in the great war when she was young. She had a rocky relationship with her adoptive mother after his death, because she became very restrictive and controlling. Her mother wanted to protect the only family she had left, while Elida wanted to get out and see more of Skyrim. She began leaving the house in secret, and training herself to use a sword/shield/bow.

 

Eventually Elida left for good, and started working as a mercenary around Falkreath. She was generally pretty unreliable since she never had professional combat training, but she earned enough to stay at the inn and keep herself fed. One day she gets word from a friend of her father's from the war, saying that he had his bow and that he'd like to give it to her. So she leaves Skyrim for the first time in her life, travels to Blacklight, gets the bow, comes back, gets caught in an Imperial ambush, and carted off to Helgen to be executed.

The sad part about all this is that the Imperials confiscate the bow :[

 

I like to think that after her journey and meeting so many different people across Skyrim from different backgrounds, she becomes less stubborn and more interested in places/cultures that aren't just Skyrim. Especially after travelling to Blacklight and Solstheim.