You Skyrim Backstory...

[TheOneBearded]

An ex-Imperial by the name of Leonidas Taitson (ancestor to the Lone Wanderer of Fallout 3 and the Courier of Fallout:New Vegas). Pledging his life to the High King, he killed and conquered in the name of the Empire until his last two weeks in the military. What cruelty befallen the noble warrior! Forced to kill his loving wife and child after being named traitors to the local Jarl, Leonidas questioned the authority of his "beloved" Empire. He left the Empire's ranks during a manhunt for a band of thieves and has never looked back - that is until the assassination. Leonidas took it upon himself to stop what he sees as an evil that has ruled over Skyrim for too long - by killing each and every Jarl that he saw as unfit (that is to say, every one of them). To him, it was simply "an eye for an eye."

Jarl of Riften? Murdered by a case of "axe seppuku" Jarl of Whiterun? Kidnapped and eaten with a glass of mead and a side of fava beans. To Leonidas, this was just the beginning. Ecstatic after finding a book on magic, he began learning how to sprout the very flames of the Gods from his fingertips. However, in his studies, he mistakenly exerted too much energy and ended up burning away the cornea of his left eye. "Just a scratch," he exclaimed to the worried.

It was unfortunate, for the Great Warrior, that his reign of violence couldn't be finished. Feeling a dark hold in the bowls of his soul, Leonidas began his trek to Solitude to finish off the Jarl who made him begin his quest in the first place. The moment he stepped back in his home town, he was noticed and violently attacked by guards and citizens alike. With his Axe of Talos, he carved his feelings of hate and bitterness onto the soldiers he once called friends. To the ones who were lucky, he burned them to a crisp - bones and all. He fought his way to the keep's doors and burned them down.

"Cruel Jarl, I have come for you! As Talos as my witness, you shall meet the embrace of black death by my hand!" The Jarl stood there, in his shock and terror, for he knew he would not be shown mercy. Leonidas, with a yawp so terrible to scare a legendary dragon, hacked off the Jarl's limbs - one by one. Oh no, to Leonidas, this was not a death fitting the "mighty" Jarl. Burning the stumps to cauterize the wounds, Leonidas enjoyed the face of the weak devil. Suddenly, a group of twenty soldiers filled the room and they had their weapons at the ready.

"Do you see this? This is how I picture our mighty Jarl! A weak and pathetic cretin not worth his weight in gold!" With his bloody axe, he decapitated the pour sinner. What ensued was not a one-sided battle, but a bloodbath. Could this monster be stopped? The answer, it would seem, was yes. It would turned out that the Arch Mage from the College of Winterhold was visiting the local cave system for research when he heard of the fighting. Oh! What a battle! The frost magic of the veteran versus the fire of the murderous anti-hero. In the end, the skills of the mage was able to freeze the man intact. All he could hear in his cold asylum was the moaning of the wounded and the conversation of two guards.

"We did it. Now to kill him."

"No, he will be killed along with the other traitor, Ulfic of the Stormcloaks. That will make for a better scene. The murderer of the High King and the murderer of Jarl Skorzkak, neck in neck in a race to Oblivion."

"Well then, we better move this ice and find us a cart. I'm not breaking my back."

The ice,it would seem, had disfigured his face as it thawed. Forced to wear a mask of iron, Leonidas never lost hope that he would somehow escape. This time, however, luck wasn't on the Great Warrior's side...... that is until that pesky dragon happened to interfere with his execution.



(Damn, that was a crap-ton of writing.)

 

[A Raging Emo]

Alja Cagrae, a native of the province of Cyrodiil, was the best Assassin the Morag Tong could offer. He would be in and out in a matter of minutes, with only the necessary targets slain. He killed them from a range, stabbed them in the back, used poison, crushed them with mounted heads; any way to kill, he would.

While working for a small sect of the Morag Tong, he tracked his target, a High Elf across the border between Morrowind and Skyrim. Alja knew what to expect, but the sudden reality of the high mountains and the cold weather of Skyrim was a shock to him. Shortly after crossing the border, he was intercepted by the Stormcloak rebellion, who had already captured his target (Who informed them that a Morag Tong assassin was coming their way; the High Elf lied to them, saying that the Morag Tong assassin was coming for their leader, Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak). Alja's target was executed by the Stormcloaks, shortly after Alja's capture.

The Stormcloaks were about to do the same to Alja, as well, as they were led to believe that he was here in Skyrim to murder Ulfric Stormcloak. However, in some bizarre twist of fate, some Imperial Soldiers show up, with a woman named Legate Rikke at their head, who slew any Stormcloaks who fought them, until the surviving Rebel Soldiers lay down their arms and surrendered. Alja (Who was assumed by the Imperials to be a Stormcloak Soldier was taken with the surviving Stormcloaks, along with Ulfric Stormcloak, to be executed at Helgen. Alja was willing to face his death, however he managed to escape during the Dragon attack.

Leaving with Ralof, one of the Stormcloaks he was speaking with while he was a risoner under both sides, Alja informed Jarl Balgruuf of Whiterun of the impending Dragon attack. Knowing that his superiors would believe that he was dead, Alja decided to start a new life for himself in Skyrim, fulfilling one last contract before he did; Grelod the Kind.

He did so, and was shortly thereafter contacted by the Dark Brotherhood. Alja couldn't resist, and once again slipped back into his old ways, as an assassin for the Brotherhood.

 

[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.