just describe your character if he has any story or such. mines a freakin doozy

Name: Diamond-Breaker
Race: Argonian
Age: 21


He generally different than most argonians, as he's all white, with blue streaks on his face. He's a petty thief, and thats all he knows.
Extremely experienced in hand to hand, he rarely uses a weapon. But, he has big things coming for him. little does he know, he's a ayleid god incarnate. this is the reason why he was placed at the forefront of the daedra wars. he starts to realize this when he alone kicks 100's of daedric arses


ok, post yours, or laugh at how crazy i am

i have many characters..... here is two

Name: Xertah
Race:Mortal dremora (mod race)



History
He is the son of nocturnal, though he is banished from her realm for reasons unknown.
He is hunted everywere by the legion and there champion
Jaron vladoran. this is the little that is known about him.......


Name: Jaron Vladoran

race:imperial

History: He was born in morrowind,Vvardenfell in the town called Balmora.
His father died when he was 14, they were out hunting in the ashlands when a group of ashlander-bandits killed his father and took their equipment, 5 years later he joined the legion and worked in an outpost
in the al,kir desert in hammerfell. he fought against the desert people there. some years later he retired and settled in cyrodill. one night he had a dream about kvatch being destroyed by deadra. the next morning he made his way there.
it was true.. the city was destroyed. he closed the gate and killed off the deadra. and rescude a priest who turned out to be the emperors son. many years later he became the champion of cyrodill for many deeds.

Ohh i forgott the age

Xertah is 1000 years old

And Jaron Vladoran is 35

Random Girl
Age -1000
Race human
History: none, just somehow found in a prison and escaped fromit

I change chars a lot, but here's my latest then...

Name: Setab Gro-Trawets
Race: Orc
Age: 25

History: Thanks to an ever present hunger he accidently killed a guard and ate his head for food, then found himself imprisoned at the Imperial City. On his first day he met an extremely annonying dunmer named Valen Dreth (whom he resolved to kill at the first opportunity, mmm... dunmer flesh.... *drools*) then met the emporer who released and pardoned him. He is now unleashed on Cyrodil once more

I have way too many characters to list them all, so I'll just do my two favorites.

Name: Abigail Fenn
Race: Cute Elf
Age: 27

History: She was raised in Vvardenfell by a rogue Telvanni sorcerer who was later killed by one of his backstabbing apprentices. After that Abigail traveled around, visiting Valenwood, Skyrim, and the Black Marsh before booking a ship to the Imperial City. (Note: I use an alternate start mod, so she was never in prison) After that she pretty much just explored Cyrodiil after closing the Kvatch Oblivion Gate.

Name: Kiara
Race: Cute Elf
Age: 24

History: Born into a poor family in High Rock, she was placed into the care of a wealthy family after her mother died. There, she was a kitchen servant, which disagreed greatly with her imperious personality. She taught herself how to wield a dagger, and learned a few simple spells from the family's resident healer. She was to kill the son of the family after he tried to take advantage of her, and she then ran away, ending up in Cyrodiil. Since then, she's turned into a cruel and cold-hearted person, murdering simply for pleasure. She joined the Dark Brotherhood and rose quickly through the ranks, but defected after she had collected a group of followers and allies in the guild. She now resides in the Shivering Isles as Sheogorath's champion, but she regularly visits Cyrodiil to check up on the status of her self-made assassins guild.

Name: Varryn
Race: Dark Elf
Age: 90

Varyyn was born into a superstitious with an incredibly rare problem - he was an albino twin, with pale grey eyes and black skin. In contrast, his twin was perfectly normal Dark Elf, strong with deep red eyes and pale blue skin. he was cast out of the tribe on his first birthday, declared an evil spirit sent by Dagoth Ur.
He was left at the foot of a mountain, and fortunately for him not far from an egg mine. The miners fed him, and used him in the mines to ferry their loads to the exit, or for sorting through the eggs. Slowly he grew stronger and regained his strength, and was set to work in the mines until his twentieth birthday, when he learned he had another difference from the ordinary - magic.
he discovered it when the Queen and some of the workers caught the Blight, and in their madness two set upon him. Catching him by surprise, they knocked him to the ground, and were about to deliver a final strike when his pain and anger boiled to breaking point, his grip froze the legs of the insectoid assailants as they fell upon him. He managed to push one away, throwing it against the walls and fleeing the scene.

He left the mine soon after, heading out towards nearby Caldera, where he begged the Mages Guild teach him how to use his power.
He spent another fifteen years of his life learning and traveling between the guilds, until at least he became recognized as an adept of their Order, and returned once more to Vvardenfell, to visit the tribe that had thrown him out to die. A year of his life was spent tracking them down through the wilds, and came to find his brother the new head of the tribe, hailed as the opposite of his albino brother, a hero of his people, a blessing from the gods.
Their reaction to his return was at first one of fear - all had forgotten this strange child, for they thought he had become a corpse years ago in the desolation of the wilds.
Even his brother did not recognize him, ordering him to leave their camp, mistaking him once more for a spirit of Dagoth Ur.
He wept for a day, denied his brother and people. he wallowed in self pity, until he struck into an abyss of anger. He marched back into their camp and struck his brother with a bolt of energy, and picking up the mighty sword passed down by the leaders. Stepping over his brothers ashen corpse he ran into the night, until he arrived once more at the egg mine - now closed and abandoned, over run with weeds and vines, inhabited by beasts. he hid in its far depths, contemplating his life.
he realized what that he had become exactly what he was cast out of the tribe for being - a killer. A curse upon his people.
He left the sword at the bottom of the abandoned mine, and left to the life of a vagabond mage. he wanted to replace his wrongs, to help people. Years of his life passed by, and he came to the Imperial City, and the Arcane University. He trained harder in the arts of mage craft once more, learning this time the powers of restoration and alchemy, not destruction, the discipline that had turned his nightmares into reality.
his fellow dark elf students taunted his albino features, however, driving him back to the same rage in which he had killed his brother. This time, however, he killed three young students with a torrent of fire, before he collapsed into a fit of sorrow. he allowed the guards to apprehend him, and thanked them as they locked him in that dark cell.
He knew it in his heart as they turned the key to his confinement.
He was a monster...



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This is my latest character. I like putting a lot of thought into them...

I have two:

Hendrix DeKest
(A.K.A. Hendrix o' Solace)

Race: Imperial
Age: He's not quite sure, but he figures it must be around twenty-seven.

History: Hendrix was raised near Bruma, in a cottage which overlooked almost all of Cyrodiil. He always knew that this was not where he was born, and his parents were not really his parents, despite the lies they told him. It was obvious, to him at least, that he had been adopted, and he knew his parents were long dead. He just knew, the way you know a carriage is coming by the vibrations in the ground, or how you can feel the presence of someone behind you no matter how silent they are. He just knew.

His knowledge was confirmed at the age of thirteen. To the end, he never knew what his father's occupation was-- all he knew was that he had tried to keep The Sword out of Hendrix's sight. Every day, he brought The Sword home, and every day he his it. It was only much later, after being sent to jail and being rescued by the Emporer himself that he saw The Sword again, and recognized it immediately; The Sword was an Akaviri Katana, wweilded only by the Blades of Cyrodiil.

One day, his father brought out The Sword and made no attempt to hide it. Men in fiery crimson armor bursted into their house. Not all of them were slain. Hendrix hid as his father bade, alone and afraid, and heard the voices of the armored men.
"Where is the child, damnit? The father was too much work to come back empty-handed!"
"I don't know, maybe he's gone. But just in case he's not..." A loud swishing noise, like wind in an alley. "The flames will claim him. We'll tell him that that's how the child died."

The rest of Hendrix's story is too long to tell in detail. Needless to say he escaped the house before it burned to the ground. He buried the charred remains of his mutilated parents and traveled southwest, down the mountains and into the mainland of Cyrodiil. He made his way to Anvil and made a servant's wage in the Fo'c'sle. He saw awful things in the city of Anvil, and it buried his sense of honor and purity (but that's not to say that these things can't be dug up). He is sometimes called Hendrix o' Solace by the people of Anvil because, despite his brash nature, he is detatched in some way from the world around him. Although he is an acquaintance of nearly everyone, he is a friend of no one. Now he is a second-rate tresure hunter, a scoundrel if ever there was one; but he still feels, as he felt the fate of his parents while he lived near Bruma, that there is something more, and that this something is drawing near.


Caeddyn

Race: Imperial
Age: twenty-two

History: It differs from world to world. I've used this character in every RPG I've played since I was seven. In Oblivion, he's the stereotypical world's savior, nice guy turned hero by fate.

My long dead (Deleted through a reinstall) Skyrim Khajiit. He will always be my favourite character, and is the only character I've given a backstory to.

Name: Fhyrus
Race: Skyrim Khajiit (Vampire)
Gender: Male

Fhyrus' Fighter's Guild career seemed over to him the day he was arrested. However, he saw luck was on his side when the Emperor himself came through his cell. Once out, Fhyrus vowed never to kill another horse. He immediately began on his own quest to regain honour through Arena battles. However, on a mission to assist Agronak, Fhyrus contracted Porphiric Hemophillia. He began to despair; how could a vampire ever make it as a Fighters Guild member? He then remembered the Amulet in his pocket. Within a few months, he had almost single-handedly defeated Mehrunes Dagon's hordes.

Fhyrus finally had time to start contracts with the Fighter's Guild, but he needed a long rest. With the money he had gained from the sale of all his Daedric souvenirs, he purchased Rosethorn Hall, and a maid along with it. His maid offered a perfect way to feed without discovery by his Fighter's Guild brothers. Over the next few months, He had risen to the top the Guild, crushing the Blackwood Company under his foot.

He began working in the Mage's Guild, furthering his skills as a conjurer. One fateful day, a summoning went horribly wrong, causing his hair to change to a Dremora's style. Two long horns now protruded from his head, too. Gone was Fhyrus' tail, replaced by four black wings. Undeterred by this development, he became Necromancy in Cyrodiil's number one threat.

However, not all was peaceful. After his conquering of the Arena, Fhyrus was contacted by Lucien LaChance of the Dark Brotherhood. He had originally ignored the offer from LaChance, but boredom and monotonous training brought forth an evil side not yet seen. By use of Blade and Spell, he cut and killed his way to be the chosen of the Night Mother, the Dark Brotherhood's Listener.

Through rusted sword, maiming spell and bloodied dagger, Fhyrus had enough, and tried to stop the killing. From an encounter with a Nord called Jorundr, he caught the eye of the Thieves Guild and saw this as the perfect opportunity to keep occupied without resorting to violence. From a Diary to an Elder Scroll, he nicked, picked and swiped his way to replacing the former Grey Fox.

My character is...

Name: Saiden-Jin
Race: Mystic Elf
Age: 32

History: Saiden-Jin was born in Cheydinhal by two Dark Brotherhood members, born for one reason and one reason alone...to take life
and to kill in cold blood. He was raised in the Dark Brotherhood Sanctuary and as soon as he could walk and run he was trained
in the art of stealth and trained day and night with a bow and arrow forged from acient metals found in oblivion. As soon as he
turned 18 he was unleashed upon Cryodiil killing helpless victims one after another until one day he fulfilled his destiny and became
the listener for the Black Hand and took orders from the night mother herself and give them to his Speaker but that didnt stop him
from killing so every time he had the chance he would strike down a random for pleasure and to this day he still roams Cryodiil
killing so u better lock your doors at night and barricade your windows or you will surely get a visit from Saiden-Jin......

I'll go with what I'm working on for my latest character. I'd post my fully-detailed story for my main Dark Elf character, Arya, but I need to get permission from someone else to detail a lot of her background; the basis of her story stems off of someone else's character's story.

So, currently:

Name: Elora [last name not yet decided]
Age: very early 100's, no older than 110 [not quite yet adulthood in my terms, but close]
Race: Elf [Lineage Elf in Oblivion, Half Elf anywhere else since she's intended to be used in a different story entirely]
Appearance: average build, light skin, pale hair

So far, I'm still detailing her background. Mostly, I have the general idea of her parents down. Her mother's family consisted of bandits, not those like typical bandit highwaymen, but ruthless thieves who would be more than willing to resort to murder to complete their work; her mother was expected to follow in her family's name, of course. Yet when she came of age, she would choose to not live in such a way, and broke her family's sacred tenet of betrayal, which would essentially discard her genetic tie to her family in their eyes. She fled and wandered for years before she settled in the city and trained under the Legion as a Ranger, through which she met her father, a high-ranking soldier. Their love came fast, their marriage faster, and soon, Elora came to be.

The vast age difference between her parents made Elora a small child when her father passed of age. Her mother, still a young Elven woman, left the city with Elora to raise her and teach her the ways of nature, how to be a skilled marksman and wield a blade. Elora caught on quickly, like her mother, she felt a very deep tie to nature, so deep that within the next several years of wandering the forest alone, she evaded many dangers with her bonds to the wild alone, finding herself able to calm animals by touch, even will them to follow her. Her touch alone was incredibly powerful, whether she used it to soothe or even heal, she saved herself from so much danger.

Meanwhile, Elora's mother grew ever-fearful and cautious as the years passed. She'd been raising Elora for almost half a century alone in the wild, in a sacred, enchanted tree she'd carefully carved a house from herself during her time with the Legion. She lived her life with a constant fear of her past catching up to her.

A fear that happened to come true one day when Elora was away from her mother.

The young half-elf returned to her and her mother's wilderness home to find it ravaged, a deeper look into the tree-home and she would find her mother's body; terrified, she would attempt to flee, only to find members of her mother's family awaiting her! They knew well of Elora and her mother's location all these years, biding their time after Elora's father's death to strike, they were now after Elora to kill her for her blood relation alone! With nowhere to go, Elora would be forced to flee and wander the world, alone, constantly running from her mother's vengeful family; she now bides her own time as she wanders, growing stronger, in hopes of avenging her mother's death, but mostly out of sheer necessity for the sake of her own life.

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As lengthy as that was, that's just the rough concept of Elora's background. It's left fairly generic because it's meant to tie into a different story eventually, hence why it mentions nothing of Oblivion or its story.

Sorry for the lengthiness!

This is my most recent character:

Name: Wulfhart

Race: Barbarian (custom race)

Age: 35 years old

Wulfhart has a rough history. When he was just 5 years old the people of Tamriel banished the barbarian folk into the cold caves of the Skyrim mountains. In a battle between the barbarian villagers and some imperial peasant he saw his father being killed by two of the imperials. Just when he was about to get struck by one of the peasants that killed his father he was saved by his older brother (name unknown ), but who also died in the battle.
Being able to escape with his mother they settled in one cave near to the peak of the mountain.
After many years of hunting and training to be a fearsome warrior he decided to travel along with his mother to Cyrodiil and restore the lost fame of his people.
But just when they descended from the mountains they encountered a pack of hungry wolves. He fought with all his force but unfortunately couldn't save his mother from the wolves teeth. After killing some of the beasts he was able to escape.

Just as he arived to Cyrodiil he has been encountered by some patrolling guards guards. Just as he was about to greet them they seized him after seeing all the blood on his clothes and the scratches from his body (from the wolves ). Without even asking him something he was thrown in jail.

Untill a day when the emperor Uriel Septim was making his escape as assassins was following him. That was when he escaped from the prison and he the chance to start a new life...a life of a hero .

Maybe I will continue this story with his progress . Hope you liked it.

Also here is a pic with my character:

Wulfhart

Also I am gonna release the new version of the race so he looks a little different now.


Cheers

Maafiaman

Name: Nickolas
Race: Imperial
Class: Knight
Age: 16
At 10, he moved on to a farm. He guarded against raids. At 15, he was sent to Cyrodiil. He likes to fight with a longsword and shield. He uses heavy armor. He is a tough person. HE doen't take No for an answer. Brave, loyal, and ready to fight to the death for his general, leader, so on, he is a knight of Battlehorn. He is smart, strong, and handsome. He is a hunter, trainer, and leader of 5 men.

Hmm soooo many characters to choose from hmm.... I think I'll go with the character who started my own custom TES lore Detias Vec'Tir-The Bloody Scourge and Harbinger of Hell or Scourge for short .

Detias is a Dunmer who has been possessed by the soul of a dremora lord and his story started in Morrowind.

Name: Detias Vec'Tir/Scourge

Race: Dunmer/Dremora

Age: 300/Unkown

Apperance: He has lighter toned skin with dark rings around the eyes and white hair. There is a scar on his left eye starting from the forhead going down the side of his cheek and curving to the underside of his chin right below the botom lip. He has unnatural red eyes that hold a flicker of fire. His teeth have been distorted into fangs and his nails have hardened like the claws of a clannfear. From the ritual required to bind the dremora to his soul he has a tattoo on his back resembling daedric rune.

Scourge was once a noble mage brought to Vvardenfel to fullfill an ancienct prophecy. He compleated that destiny by slaying Dagoth Ur in Red Mountain. After Becoming Arch Mage Detias started experimenting with new magics trying to make himself stronger so he could protect Vvardenfel from harm. He soon found a powerful font of magics that held power beyond what Detias thought possible...Daedric magics. Detias traveled to many daedric ruins, taking any arifacts he could find. One day he found the shrine of Azura. During Detias' searching of the ruin he managed to awaken Azura. She gave him a task and promised him a reward fo completing it. Upon completing his quest Azura gave him her star, a soul gem able to be re-used and carry many souls. Detias was surprised at how much more powerful this artifact was than all the others he collected over the last month. He decided to test it out and go hunting for golden saint souls in the graze lands. After absorbing many daedra souls Detias became retless convinced there had to be more powerful artifacts out there. He communed with the daedra lords Sheogorath, Malacath, and Molag Bol and with them he found the Spear of Bitter Mercy, Helm of Oryen Bearclaw, and The Mace of Molag Bol. He found a way to convert these artifacts into pure dadric essence.

One day Detias found the shrine of Merunes Dagon. Lord Dagon told Detias he would offer him power beyond what he could fathom. All Detias had to do for him was bind one of Dagons servants to this world. Detias thought this to sound easier than he expected but it had been more than he bargained for. Detias was forced to sign a contract with the daedric prince agreeing to bind Serekynkyl to the mortal realm. Once Detias signed the contract Merunes servants began their work. Detias was informed of what he had just willingly signed. In order to bind a a dremora lord as powerful as Serekynkyl to the mortal realm he needed to fuse Serek's soul with his oun. Detias had fused the souls of lesser daedra to himself many times before so he had no problem with the thought of a powerful valkynaz dwelling within him. Detias was bound to a series of runes written on the ground. The servants of Dagon chanted an incantation in daedric to call forth the mighty Serekynkyl. The fusing of a dremora lords soul changed Detias' body, began to warp it. Detias fought back when Serek tried to take contol of his mind. For a year Detias managed to supress Serek's will until he grew tired of fighting with his mental roomate, Detias decided to made Serek an offer. He proposed they meld their minds into one, become more than just the 2 divided minds of Detias and Serekynkyl. Serek was pleased with the idea and pleased more that he would no longer be a slave to Detias' body or a servant of Merunes. They would become a being the world would come to know as Scourge. For the next 2 years Scourge had managed to kill off the tribunal save for Vivec who vanished before he had a chance to march up the temple stairs.

Scourge was finally defeated at the top Sotha Sil's Clockwork tower by an old friend Alexander Tybalt. Tybalt couldn't bring himself to slay his old friend so instead he decided to erase his memory and send him to Cyrodil where he would foil his old masters plot to invade. Detias came face to face with Mancar Camoran and it was Mancar who revealed to Detias who he was. Detias refuse to listen to Mancar's story claiming there was no way he could have been the vile Scourge. After slaying Camoran Detias proceeded to escort Martin through the now daedric infested Imperial City. it was there he met his old master. Dagon called out to the part of Scourge's mind that would remember, he called out to Serekynkyl. Serek awakened and with him Scourge. Martin had divulged to Detias how he could restor the barriers between Oblivion and the mortal realm. Right before Martin put his plan into action Scourge drew his blade and cut martin down.

Scourge then heard another calling, Sheogorath opened a doorway to his realm....To be continued in TES 5.

That's Scourge's story story it's so long of a post but I take great pride in my characters stories and try not to condense them too much and believe it or not this is the "short" version. I have many other stories of my various characters from Morrowind, Oblivion, and some that carry from Morrowind to Oblivion if your interested in them send me a PM and I might send you one back . well it's 5:30 A.M. here so there'll certainly be some typoes and I haven't looked this over yet sorry. Peace guys and gals.

Name: Meris Mournfall
Race: Breton
Age: 26

Born under the sign of the Ritual.

Class: Healer

A Master at destruction, illusion, restoration, block, hand to hand, and security, and a novice/apprentice at heavy armor and armoring, she avoids wearing armor, and armors herself with enchantments.

She's a pretty good marksman, and ok with blade, blunt and even light armor when she needs to, but excels (expert) at mercantile, speechcraft, conjuration, sneak and acrobatics..

Though a tragic figure, she's got some pretty good luck and tends to be able to enlist the cooperation of others, she's exceptionally personable. She's a split-second decision maker, and doesn't look back afterward. Guided by her own inner sense of justice, she doesn't care what others think, but keeps her thoughts to herself, preferring to listen. Originally from Shalgora, she was in the wrong place, wrong time, as she was innocently caught up in an unsuccessful mutiny while crossing the Iliac and arrested in a case of mistaken identity. You know how it is in Cirodiil, jail first, ask questions never.

Very skeptical and slow to trust, her parents were killed by vampires back in High Rock, but that was a long time ago.

Name: Khan
Race: Light Human(Mod Race)
Age: 26

Born under the sign of The Thief.

Class: Assassin

Coming from an unnamed city in Skyrim, Khan was born into an organized crime family. He didn't do much, just a simple street hustler, where he learned to use charm and wits to win people over, he also made extra cash as a thief, when he reached about 17, he decided to expand, and see what else he could do with his life, so he started travelling, his cover story was that he was a travelling merchant(of course all of his goods were stolen). He avoided joining any criminal groups, and had a long line of convictions in just about every province he visited, from aggravated assault, to grand larceny, to forgery, to skooma smuggling. After being practically forced to flee from every province because of all the crimes he had been caught doing, Khan, at the age of 25 decided to take a boat to Cyrodiil(mod). Upon arriving, he realized soon after that guards and shopkeepers had a much keener eye for stolen goods than other provinces, and he had been told that the only way to gain access to a fence would be to join the Thieve's Guild, so he finally joined a criminal organization just so he could have a place to sell his good's to, albeit at a horrible price.

One tragic night Khan broke into a home, while he was there, he knocked something over, causing the owner of the home to wake up, they got into a struggle, one thing lead to another, and the poor victim is lying in a pool of blood. Khan grabbed everything he could and ran as far as he could until he couldn't run anymore, he was fatigued, worried, scared. He had committed crimes before, but never murder. He saw an empty camp and rested, only for an hour or two, just to reenergize himself. A dark hooded figure approached him, offered him a sanctuary, people who would care for him, money, everything he needed, this figured offered... but it wanted something in return... murder. Lots of it. It started off with one person, Khan was afraid to repeat it, but after thinking the offer over, accepted. He visited the man on a cold rainy night, in an empty inn, he went down into the cellar and awoke him. By the way the man had talked he learned he was a rapist. Sickened, Khan tortured him, hating the man for that, in Khan's opinion, there was one crime that was inexcusable, and this man had performed that crime. Khan felt no remorse for that night, for what he had done to the man, he had justified it in his own mind, and the more contracts he was given, the more he realized... he was killing bad people. He almost felt like he was doing a justice, and eventually, didn't even care about who he was killing, he had grown a liking for it.

Khan rose through the ranks of the Dark Brotherhood quickly, eventually he had became a Listener of the Dark Brotherhood. FInally Khan decided to stop with doing any quests, or crimes for a while, and to just live his life in peace for a few months, maybe even years. Khan now resides in a Hunting Lodge just southwest of Bruma(mod) and spends his time hunting in the nearby woods and mountains, and selling furs to the local merchants.





That's just my favorite and most in-depth character storyline. I don't feel like bothering with the others, too many to tell.

My latest character has just set foot outside of the beginners dungeon.

Name: Valen
Race: Dark Elf
Age: 21

Valen was born to a couple of farmers in a small unnamed settlement on Vvardenfell, where he lived a quiet live until he was ten years old. On the evening of his tenth birthday bandits raided the setllement, killing everyone they saw. Valen stood behind a tree and witnessed all of the horror, until he was caught on by a bandit, who charged mercylessly at him. Valen thought he was dead, but the end waited an awefull long time, so he dared to look up, when he saw a young woman standing in front of him, holding a bloody claymore. Before her lay the lifeless body of the bandit. The woman took him up on her back and ran away from the settlement.

For the years to come she trained Valen in the woods in the ways of the warrior. It was there were he learned how to use the bow and sword. Until he grew impatient, and ran away from her, looking for vengeance. By the age of 15 he single handedly killed the whole bandit camp. For the year to come he tracked down the escaping bandits, his travels leading him all over Tamriel. On the way he learned much, he learned the way of the axe and shield from the legendary Greybeards in the Skyrim mountains. He learned the ways of the duel from an old redguard in Stros M'Kai, claiming to be a descendent from the legendary Redguard pirate Cyrus. He learned the ways of the mage only for a part, for his tutor was killed in an accident.

He then left for Cyrodiil. He was 19 when he reached the border, battle hardened and scarred by the past he walked down the hills north of Bruma. He got into a bar brawl and accidently killed his opponent. He killed two guards of Bruma storming out of the town. He was caught three months later, he was almost starved to death and had resorted to eating almost everything, including rats. He was trown into jail in the Imperial City, where he remained. Over the years his skills faded, but the fire in his eyes never died. He knew he had a higher purpose.

He thanked the gods for sending the Emperor through his cell, prayed for his soul, and stepped out in the bright light, uncertain of his faith.

And? Whatdoyathink?

Delyn out.