Whenever I make a character from oblivion I always have to think up a background for him/her.

Like my currant character. Caius was the Grand master of the blades in morrowind but upon hearing news of trouble in Cyrodiil he leaves immeadiately. Attempting to get an audience with the emperor instead gets him arrested by a non-understanding legionare.
Sitting in jail Caius didn't know what to do until the unexpected arrival of the emperor and the task of delivering the Amulet of kings changes everyhing.

then I just play the game normally. But I use this background information to decide whether my character is good or evil and what choices he makes.

Whether anyone else does this I don't know but I feel it adds to the idea of a role playing game.

If you want your ideas for Character Background to have some actual impact upon the game, there's an Alternative Start mod (Alternative Start: Arrive By Ship) that gives some options for this. I've been tinkering with some of the alternate start mods, trying to fuse ideas from several of them together... nothing that is publishable, yet, though.

Alternative Start: Arrive By Ship - by Robert Evrae

http://www.tesnexus.com/downloads/file.php?id=11495

Horus-Re has a story behind him...perhaps i might post on the nexus one day

Col John Sheppard

Emmm, again? That's a popular question here, so many topics for it

i think its for new people on the Nexus who never seen this topic

Col John Sheppard

Someone should have pinned one of them - would spare some time. I believe there were three in the last half-year, before this one.

Yeah i usually give mine a made up background, gives them some reason for appearing in the land!

For instance after much testing iv finally started my assassin/rogue redguard.

He was an assassin in Hammerfell, but got blinded by a mage on his last job (has the blind eyes from beautiful ppl) So he came to cyrodiil in search of new adventures and to rebuild his skills after hearing the many places there is to loot and see



Not much but like i said at least gives your character a reason for living!

yeah... shame they haven't perhaps its not important enough for it

Col John Sheppard

<<WARNING>>: The following Demon's names are REAL. They are Grand Dukes or Greater Demons with many legions under them. DO NOT say their names outloud, not even a couple times, at whisper level. Even if you are a fellow Satanist, I warn you. You have been informed. It is a form of mockery and can conjure up something very pissed for this.

Nathrugul (second name is part of a True Name which is undisclosed).

Lore:
Grand Warlord with 34 legions under his command. Nathrugul represents pestilence, retribution, dark cleansing and war. Dark cleansing is ridding the material world of the corrupt, twisted, selfish, etc. Humanoid like Demon seen in black plate (Paleriders Bezerker set with TDA's helm, and the Fireglow modified and named "Pestilence"), black and red cloak bearing Satan's Seal. He is only seen dipicted as having glowing, red eyes, and a noxious oder.

Born from the hands of Agares (don't say that name outloud, even if you are a Satanist, as well), known as the "Killer of Man", he has been trained to be a champion and raised in the ways of conjuration, restoration and destruction (evocation) schools. While not being trained to deal out retribution to the sickest of targets, he learned of precious stones, moral and logic and ethics in all branches of it. He also leaned from Foras the virtues of all herbs and precious stones, can make a man witty, eloquent and live very long. Thus, Nathrugul's mercantile abilities, and his moral and ethical standing. Once he was well trained he went out to haunt the targeted sinners. Some in Morrowind, Seeda Neen (did I spell that right? lol), and Skyrim. He was known as a entitiy, and has been seen briefly on the material world, and mortal man came to know him as "Stalker". They were/are not sure quite what he is, and several attempts for man to contact Him through seance failed. Nathrugul being a planewalker, keeps moving. Fast and just, he does His orders without a regret or question.

On earth, the Nine Divines were getting word of Natrugul's presence. Feeling Him to be "evil" or "unholy", Talos decided to release a small platoon of Paladins with the aide of a Holy Preist to find this "Stalker" entitiy. The Holy Priest agreed to be the medium for contacting this new presence and find out what is happening, and why He is here. This lead them to a ruin in the Colovian Highlands, where the owners of Pig and Ale were experiencing paranormal/supernatural experiences. Prisus Tabler (This Inn, and charactars are all made up), the owner and husband of Murron Tabler, lead the platoon up to the upstairs where in the last room, the hauntings had been. The Paladins stayed near the door and instantly felt cold and sick. The medium, Thelmia Stargaze; a Altmer priest, entered the room. Something hit her hard, a strong feeling of hate, and betrayal. Collapsing to one knee, her heart felt weak. She raised her right hand, indicating the nearing Paladin to stop. Her hands lay flat on the floor, leaving a wet, sweat mark upon rising to her feet again. There was a strange, black and brown film on her fingernails. She took a moment to catch her breath as the wave resided. She then looked at her hands, closely, and touching two fingers together. "Strange", she thought to herself.
"I am getting a strong....very strong *breaths heavily* fee..ling..of a angry entity", she whispers to the Paladin leader. As she looked at the officer, her face turned pale, and strained, as though she had aged ten years.
"Maam, are you feeling good enough to continue?"
"Yes, I can. I must contact this spirit." She nodded in approval. The officer gave a single nod, and she crossed the threshold to the room. She began to walk softly, and closed her eyes, opening up her mind to the voices around her. Now she was ready to contact.
"I know of you, and I'm sure there are others. Will the angry and powerful entity speak with me? Talk so that all of us can hear your voice. We just want to know who you are."
Silence.
"Please, we...."
The door now slammed with swift swing. Thelmia slowly opened her eyes to see the door behind her shut, and the voices of screaming children could be heard. The Paladins tried hard to open the door, with no luck. Trying to sort out the sounds, the cold feeling now engulfing her, and the rattle of the door efforts she yelled.
"Stop!" The Paladins stopped, and the voices lowered. She gazed the room, and noticed the room was darker, and the three crosses that hung on the walls were now upside down, or inverted. She said a quick prayer to Talos for strength, and began to ask again. "Please, we want to speak with you. Who are you? Can you speak so that we can hear you?"
"Paladins. Holy." That is all she heard, same as the men outside, who all looked at each other in bewilderment. Prisus, the officer was getting frustrated and wanted to barge in, but what would he do? He dismissed the thought and concentrated again.
"What kind of being are you? An angry spirit? Can you tell us?" She was nervous about the answer and closed her eyes and feared what she was thinking.
"Demon. Blackguard. You should not be here."
"I feel others with you. I know there are children, who are they?"
"Abused. Hurt and abused victims". Nathrugul's voice was deep and disconnected. However, she still did not feel his connection with the agony of the children. She had no idea why he was here.
"Abused by who? Who hur..." her further talk was silenced with the door slowly opening and crosses back upright.
"Abusers punished. Leave this place. Priest...interfere."
With that, all voices and paranormal activity ceased. She could feel them leaving. For now.

After many targets punished, and many victories, Nathrugul was awarded the esteemed rank of Grand Duke Demon, and the Warlord of Retribution. After the Pig and Ale was cleared, Thelmia continued her path to find this Demon. She now knew he was a Demon of great power, but how to handle it? She questioned her own strengths. She decided she should go see the priest in Bruma.
"What you are fighting is not of your ordinary spirit or entity. You must understand of its' power, and the grasp it held on you." High Priest of Talos, Roland Hunter sat before Thelmia, and now looked at her with quite anticipation. "If you pursue this too long, you could be a target yourself. I don't like saying that with the Nine backing us, however, there are other forces out there. Out there to harm".
"Roland," she sighed, "it said the children were abused. Then followed my question, he said that the abusers were punished. And that's when I was urged to leave, and then all activity ceased! Is he the one who abused the children or is he the punisher of the abusers?"
"Many evil spirits have done things to intimidate the living with various means. I mean..."
"This was no spirit of a mere man! I know what I felt, I know what he said. I know his VOICE! It echos in my head each and every night. His anger felt directed to not me, not the children who died. But another presence, it felt male." Sitting forward with her head in her hands, Roland walked behind her to a table where he poured two glasses of wine. Returning, he offered her a glass as she took it.
"I know someone who maybe able to help you. Since you seem to be serious about this, and I know when you are...keep this between us. You know this borders my faith, but it's all I can think of. I am certainly not strong enough to face a trace of what you described. Here..." handing Thelmia a engraved parchment. "I hope this helps. He is good at what he does and is very knowledgeable."
"Hmm.." she placed it in her robe pocket, on her right side. "Thank you, Roland. At least you don't think I'm losing my mind."
"I'm just glad you are okay, my dear". He stood, and smiled at her. He placed a firm hand on her shoulder and then returned to the library. She took the parchment out of her pocket, and looked it over. "Interesting...I have pasted this home on my walks", she thought to herself. Finishing the wine, placing the paper in her pocket she then left for the streets of Bruma.

To be continued....

So you use it as part of a video game story for entertainment? I think that would be more of a mockery than just saying a name.

Yeah for real. I did a lot more than just say the name, and nothing happened. I would really be interested in discussing this with you Blackguard via PM.

Sorry for an off topic post

It is clear you are not a Satanist nor have studied the religion. It's a special type of mockery when you speak it out loud. There is a certain consequence for speaking the Names out loud a few times unless you are summoning. For if you vainly say it, it is deemed as a summon mockery. It's very complex. I suggest you visit churchofsatan.com and read up a bit. No, you won't be in trouble, we are harmless. Study some of High Priest, Peter Gilmore's writing and of course, Mr. Anton LeVay.

It's a bit of a story I came up with on a Blackguard character I had when I played Neverwinter Nights online. I was on a server Eternal Destiny, and was pretty much the target of many but the killer of all. My char was a lvl 40 (highest lvl in NWN); 10 lvls of Fighter and 30 of Blackguard. My lore of that char is what I carried over to Oblivion and before that, Morrowind. We had a section in in our forums where we took turns and wrote a huge story.

Anyways...to the point. In D/D, and AD/D, it is based off real life somewhat. Bane, the Lawful Evil god of destruction, vengeance, retribution is the D/D Satan. He is depicted mainly as a huge, muscular, demonic humanoid with red skin, horns, and cloven hooves. He was Nathrugul's Master/Deity. Nathrugul was the retribution carrier for the server, using my flaming claymore "Dispair".

I used real Demon's names in that game, too. Often, after killing an enemy, I would say in Yell channel: Shemhamforash! Hail Satan! Things are not always quite cut and dry. There are exceptions to Satan's rules on earth and in Hades. Read the 9 Cardinal sins, it will tell you more. Satan is more forgiving and reasonable than most others think. LOL, no we are not "evil" or crazy. I get a lot of crap thrown at me for it, but hey; each to their own. I don't denigrate anyone else's beliefs.

Meh... let's not get into a religious debate, here.
It is a very detailed and colorful character background, to be sure, but words are merely words, in my book. Nothing happens from saying a name.

Here. I'll show you.

HASTUR! HASTUR! HASTUR! HAST.... um... what's that rumbling?

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Sarya, sorry just things like that I find ridiculous and have no place on a Character Background thread. Thats what the General Talk forums are for.

MrCooper2006, regardless of what caused such a reply, it is considered very rude here. Keep that in mind.

even though i did not see the post Cooper some views should really needed to be kept to yourself

Col John Sheppard

The post originally said:

Go outside and stop playing so many video games.


If this is considered "very rude" or an unfair "view" then fair enough. It was intended to be slightly sarcastic as I obivously too spend alot of time playing video games.

MrCooper2006, that was his business, ridiculous or not. So really, keep such things to yourself, you're in no position to tell anyone what to do with his or her life, just like everyone here.

Sorry for being too serious

" you're in no position to tell anyone what to do with his or her life, just like everyone here."


At what point did I do that? Im not posting anymore this is absurd.

we understand but really your post was quite rude lets just drop it and move on you made a mistake that's alll

Col John Sheppard

Oh, don't get concerned, that was a minor thing anyway. And as I said, sorry for seeming too serious I guess people are too uncomfortable around me when I'm serious. Some even say I scare them

My Silvera (the latest incarnation) is a Traders daughter who was ambushed and sold into slavery managing to make her escape one night with a well placed Silver dagger. She took nothing but a rusty short sword and battered amour. Her natural Grace and affinity to Magic she has just started to learn as she runs as far as she can from her former nightmare life. She is mastering both in order to go back one day to find her family but this time she will enter a Warrior women and will feel no fear (or so she tells herself).

Being a Traders daughter she has a taste for fine things, nice houses many dresses and loverly trinkets. But when you look into her eyes you see the deep pools of emptiness that threatens to overwhelm, will she fill it with love or will darkness and despair finally possess her completely, only time will tell.

That is my back story for my Silvera, as you can see I still haven't decided if she is good or bad or Bad trying to be good or good who just happens to do bad?

I did have to have the lover of fine things as I almost compulsively download nice dresses lol Not the ones that make her look like a tart but the fine lady ones :-)

She escaped using a silver dagger but took a rusty short sword?

Maybe its still lodged into the victims chest.....

A good point. Human chests are tricky.

lol. Speaking from experience Sarya??

Not really. I don't use flimsy daggers.

Sir Alex Marsh -
A Imperial Legion recruit, Sir Alan took an two apples from a table, and one coin.
He went outside of the guards quarters to start patrolling in the Waterfront.
He was extra vigilant because of all of the rumors of pick-pockets in the front. He walked past the pirates, and took a turn. To the shacks. He saw the beauty that is the wilderness. He reached for his apple which was hanging from a strap along with the one septim. He found nothing there. The two apples and the septim was gone. He drew his sword and noticed a thief behind him, he told the thief to either go to jail or pay his fines. The thief ran away. Sir Alan reached for his bow. He drew an arrow and with precision, he aimed for the head of the thief. He released his shot. Behind him was another thief. With a club, he was smashed over the head with it. The two thieves called a nearby guard to say that this Imperial Legion Recruit was going on a mad rampage. They gave fake evidence. Sir Alan served his time, and fought against the thieving bastards, but his time was up. And the minute he was supposed to be released, a few figures in suits of armor, and the Emperor came over. This was a lucky day.

I usually just RP by pretending I didn't go to jail, but still. Story is good.

Tyreil Mithlander has a long history might add it on my next mod who knows

Col John Sheppard

What would kinda be cool since we now got this really rolling, is to have a inter-twined story among our characters...not right away that is. Let a lot more stories come in, then do the whole turn-taking story thread.

How this works: One of us starts out their char. in a location with a purpose doing something. Not too much text, not too little. Then someone else goes, then the next. Only thing is, you can't control anothers' char. or their actions. Like if I say I flung a fireball at you, and said you ran....I have to let you say you ran....just an example.

Might be fun.

You mean a forum role-playing game? That turns bad when unorganized, believe me.

A lady dose not want to be caught with a Murder weapon :-). She only took what she needed and discarded it all as soon as she could.

I did not want to step by step all of it or it would have ended up as a book lol and bored one and all!

Hopefully if it would happen, people would have to not take the RP part personally. I had one going before and too many 12 yrolds got all huffy-puffy because I summoned a Epic Vrock and it killed them after I hit them twice with my sword. Eh, as long as we maintain it and not let real life feelings get into RP, should be okay.

I'm not so certain We had a hard kick once from imbalance and munchkinism issues

There's a roleplay forum on here... You could try it there... ^.^ I'm into roleplay as well, but unorganized and with a lot of people joining then where you can't keep track of them will just lead to chaos and the good ones will leave. You'd at least need a list aof the pople playing, and if wished a specific post order and so on. ^^

And as for my characters background... Sure he has one, and he sure as hell has a story I did even write down, but I think if I'd post it here nobody would ever read it anyway.
He'll turn five years old in November this year, I had him far before Oblivion, from one of our pen and paper games, and then Neverwinter Nights, but now... well he's i Oblivion and doing pretty well.
Thanks to Kielanai he even got some friends and a proper home, yay!

Sounds like a good idea. Make a list of players and make sure its done fairly.

i don't suppose we could all get back on topic here?

Col John Sheppard

Well, since the first time I've ever engaged in any forum interactions, I acted harshly and ranted on and on and on how I hate nude mods with a passion. I guess it's time to stretch my fingers *stretch* and do something more creative for a change. [OFFTOPIC] Oh, and by the way, if you're reading this Lord-Slyther (I think that's the name), I apologize for my rudeness. You enjoy working on your mod! [/OFFTOPIC]

Now that THATS over... I'm a pretty good writer, but I've had SOOOO many characters! Might as well describe one of them... Lets see now...

Ah yes... my "Death Knight" character (thanks to the guy who made the frostmourne mod!)...

It has been a short time since my arrival in Cyrodiil. I had come to seek my fortune and to start my life over again, after imprisonment for my 'crime'... if you could call stealing petty fruits and vegetables a CRIME...! Upon completing my long and arduous sentence, I was escorted to the Warden. He had given me simple rags to cover my nearly-bare and bony body and a bag of a few coins. He then pointed towards the door, and, I exited. Two guards escorted me out, and, upon exiting the Imperial City Prison, they plummeted me to the ground and spit on me. 'Pathetic whelp!', they said, mockingly... I grit my teeth with anger as I promised myself that ONE DAY... I would have my revenge...

That day came sooner than expected. A few days later, while I was wandering the forests of Southern Cyrodiil, I happened upon an encampment. I stumbled over to find a pot of stew roasting over an open fire. 'Food!', I said excitedly as I reached for the ladle. But before I could gulp it down, a blade slithered across my neck. I looked up to find bandits staring me in the face with angry, hurtful eyes. They were going to try and steal whatever gold the Warden had issued me... 'No!' I shouted. 'I have HAD it with the abuse. No longer shall I sit and hide in the shadows and be mugged and tortured!' I elbowed one of the bandits and grabbed his sword, and the a fight to the death ensued. Each strike they made at me I parried and counterattacked, killing them one by one...

Rising from the bloodstained ground, I tossed the blade to the ground. I looked up the sky and let loose a howl that would scare even the strongest Daedra Lord! It pierced those within earshot, and the nearby animals had fled in fear. At that moment, I saw where my destiny lay. In the distance, up a tall hill, stood an ancient doorway to a large cavern. I walked towards it, and slowly, I began to notice a change in the weather. Everything suddenly grew colder...

The door was frozen. Every part was covered with ice. I touched it gently and trembled in the cold... And it all went black.

After what seemed like an eternity later I awoke, and before me rested a mighty helm and blade. They... called to me. They asked me to hold them. To bear them... and so I did. I placed the helm on my head gripped the sword with both hands. And then... I changed. My skin began to pale, my eyes began to glow, and the cold... the cold felt... good. I was no longer some wandering peasant. I was no longer some weakling that would suffer beneath the feet of others. I was the Death Knight, and my will... shall be DONE!

I hope you enjoyed it. As with any other story I write (or type) I ask that you review and share your personal interests and nitpicks you have. Note: I changed the way you obtain the items for entertainment purposes. You don't actually black out! Would be cooler though... anyways, there you have it! The "Death Knight."

Blade - 18yr Old - Redguard Archer


I awoke to the sound of creaking wood and calmly crashing waves, the smell of damp cloth and sea salt filled my nostrils.

As I looked around from the worn, damp bed I was laid in, I realized I was on board a small trading vessel. Crates of vegetables and sacks of grain surrounded me and rats were scurrying around under the bed.

As I clambered off the mattress and stood up, my bones ached and creaked, "How long have I been here?" I wondered.

I walked around the small room I was in and caught a glimpse of myself in a shard of glass lodged in a wooden panel. "Who am I?" I asked myself. I didnt recognize the person staring back at me. Come to think of it... I didnt know what I was doing here, how long id been here, or where I was before I awoke. Thinking harder, I couldnt even remember my name.

The sound of two men, who sounded Argonian, broke my train of thought. "Leyawiin" I heard one of them say. This name sounded familiar to me, but I couldnt think why.

I opened a hatch at the top of some ladders in the room, and make my way through the decks of the ship until finally I saw light behind one of the doors. I could smell the fresh sea air on the other side and hear the two Argonians clearly now.

I gingerly pressed open the door to reveal two Argonian traders, bickering over who should get what of the profits. Luckily they were pre-occupied enough them not to notice me as I moved away from the door. Hiding behind a crate I surveyed the area.

There were many ships, looked like we were in a Harbor. I could see a walled city down the road passed the Dockyards, was this the 'Leyawiin' the Argonians were talking about? As I was trying to decipher what I was doing aboard this ship, I felt a wet slippery grip on my shoulder.

"I was wondering, when this one was going to arise..." Slithered one of the Argonians. "Please." I begged, "I dont know how I got here, Im not a thief or a bandit... I just..."

The Argonian then unsheathed a steel Cutlass, fearing death was imminent, I closed my eyes and hoped it to be quick. The thrust of the blade cut through the air at frightening speed and I heard the slice of flesh.

"Wait, I'm still alive!" I thought, "This cant be".

As i opened my eyes I saw the Argonian stood in front of me, Cutlass in one hand, and half a cut Melon in the other.

"Eat, you are weak" he said. And I ate, and ate, and ate. I felt like id never tasted food before, that I could have eaten the entire stock of the ship.

Without wanting to offend the Argonian, I hesitantly asked him "How did i get here?"

"It didnt GET here." He replied, "It was taken here". "It was found. It was dying. It was taken by us."

"The Argonian and Khajiit here in Leyawiin, pay good gold for slaves. Especially strong, tall, Reguard ones."

"Now..." He said as his eyes narrowed and his brow furrowed. "Eat, and drink. You will need to be fit to be sold, Reguard"

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Should i bother continuing this? Please leave feedback

I posed this story in one of the other theads so I decided to dig it up and revive this story. All I did was simply copy & paste so it still has all the original typos.

I got another of my stories for ya.

Name: Drukon T'oth (pronounced t'oath)
Age: 26
Race: Tabaxi
Apperance: Like all T'oth Drukon is a black tabaxi. He has yellow eyes and wears a ceremonial armor given to him by his father.

Backstory: In southern Valenwood lies a settlement where 3 great Tabaxi tribes live. The three clans are the Firan tribe, the Arcnam tribe, and the Dark Shroud tribe. Of all the tribes none have produced as suberb assassins as the T'oth clan of the dark Shroud. The shadow panther Pherthia herself has given the T'oth clan her blessing. The T'oth clan has a a diverse family tree with many branch families and a main line. Every branch family is allowed 3 children but only 1 male. The main families are allowed 4 children but they must have at least 1 female but no more than 2. All children of the main branch except the first born become their own branch family upon marriage.

Story: Drukon T'oth was the first born of the T'oth main branch and because of this he was taunted and excluded by the other children of the Dark Shroud tribe. Drukon tried hard to impress his peers, he managed to get top of his classes in training which only served to push them further away from him. In their ignorance the other children thought Drukon was undeserving of his grades and thought he was merly a pampered noble. What they didn't realize was it was the opposite Drukon was pushed harder than any other child, even those of the T'oths. His father demanded perfection from him and pushed him hard to succeed. Drukon's only friends were his younger brothers Rukon and Ukon. Rukon was quite popular with the other children of the tribe and tried to get the other to accept Drukon more. Ukon worshiped Drukon for his skills and said he was a true legacy of the T'oth clan. One particular Tabaxi who absolutly hated Drukon was Rokoon Drogoth a member of the Drogoth clan. Rokoon's father Dro'oth despised Drukon's father Faythis. The two had been close friends. During a war between the Tabaxi and the nearby Lycosians Faythis had been credited with ending the war and was named a hero. Dro'oth felt he had done just as much as Faythis and deserved a heroes title as well but in faythis' shadow he was almost forgotten.

One day when Drukon was 12 Rokoon mocked Drukon calling him a pampered talentless coward. He insulted Drukons family calling his mother a faithless whore and his father a coward and a glory pig. Drukon was infuriated at the insults and drew his daggers at Rokoon's throut challenging him to a duel, Rokoon refused. Later that night Drukon snuck into the Drogoth estate and murdered Rokoon. The next day the insident was brought to the councel of elders. Dro'oth demanded the T'oth clan be stripped of their status and exiled, Drukon claimed he was defending his families honor which is a justifiable reason within the clan. After the evidence had be brought up the elders decided Drukon was within his rights. Dro'oth was infuriated and told the councel they only found Drukon innocent because he was a T'oth. For their disrespect the Drogoth's were removed from their status as nobility and dropped to middle class citizens. Dro'oth sword vengeance against the T'oths

When a Dark Shroud becomes 16 they choose what their path will be. The most prestigious of the paths is that of the assassin. The main branch of the T'oth clan were able to produce an advanced type of assassin known as the Shadow Walker. At 16 Drukon was given his duty to choose his path. His father had wanted him to follow the path of the assassin. Drukon following in his fathers footsteps chose the way of the Shadow Walker. In order for a member of the T'oth clan to become a shadow walker however, they were required to kill the previous Shadow Walker, their father. Drukon and Faythis traveled to Terminus the ancient city of their ancestors. Upon arriving there they split up and the hunt began.

While the strongest of the T'oth clan were away Dro'oth and his followers in the Drogoth Clan took their revenge. The Drogoths attacked the T'oth estate killing many of the guards. Gro'oth went to the main T'oth estate intent on killing Drukon's family. There he found Drukon's mother, Kaiun ready for him. He drew his sword and in his ignorance went after her expecting a quick and simple kill. Kaiun was a powerful priestess of the shadow panther and gave Dro'oth a rough fight. She managed to scorch the right side of his face with a powerful blast of shadow, disfiguring his face horridly. Despite her power in the end Dro'oth defeated her. Rukon enraged, ran at Dro'oth driving a dagger deep into his leg. Dro'oth grabbed Rukon by the throut and dismembered him slowly. Once he was done he pinned both bodies to the wall. The councels armies caught sight of the siege on the T'oth estate and moved in to stop the assault. Dro'oth managed to escape but the armies were close on his tail.

For 3 days Drukon fought with Faythis and on sunset of the third he caught him off guard and slew him. After his task was completed Drukon prayed to Pherthia to recieve her blessing. In deep meditation Drukon spoke with Pherthia and she showed him a vision. Drukon witnessed the slaughter of his family and the escape of Dro'oth. When Drukon awake his daggers were missing. He found a new pair of daggers on the altar, Pherthia had blessed him with her prizes, the daggers Misery and Despair. When Drukon took up the daggers he felt somthing inside him change. He saw the world differently. It was as if all he saw was darkened and blurry but strangly clearer. Drukon left immediatly for his estate, for 3 hours he sprinted at his full speed untill he arrived. He was greeted by the councel and their army who told him the story of what happened. In a vengful rage Drukon bounded off to the camp where they were holding the captured Drogoths. He tested his new blades on their necks, offering every kill to the Shadow Panther. Drukon felt something change inside him. He was able to sense Dro'oth almost smell him. Drukon and the counsel tracked Dro'oth to a cave east of the settlement. Dro'oth knew he was backed into a corner and surrendered.

Dro'oth faced th councel and claimed he was defending his clans honor for the loss of his son and the disgrace of his clan. The councel ruled that genocide against an entire clan is an act of war not a matter of honor. Dro'oth screamed he was right many years ago when he said the councel favored the T'oth clan. He claimed his trial was unfair and the councel was unfit to rule the tribe. The councel ruled his punishment was up to the disgresion of Drukon. Drukon ordered that all direct blood reletives of Dro'oth be executed and the rest of the Drogoth can be exiled from the tribe. Dro'oth's name was to be cursed and he was to be used as a sacrafice to the Shadow Panther. Dro'oth was taken to Terminus by Drukon and placed on the alter. Drukon cut Dro'oth's wrists and left him to the Shadow Panther to judge his punishment in the afterlife. Drukon took his surviving brother Ukon to Fort Wyandyk in Cyrodil and left him in the care of one of the T'oth branch families.

For many years Drukon stalked the shadows working as a freelance and a political assassin for the Dark Shroud. His name is whispered in the night and cursed by those he chases. He can find his mark from miles away and track them with unnerving speed. He stikes quickly and accuaratly with his daggers. Many don't realize he's killed them untill they drop to the floor, some don't even see themselves pass. It's said Drukon is such a good assassin he can even kill ones soul with his strikes. Some say he's no longer alive but a spectre. Myths aside Drukon has only been seen by one of his victims on a contract in Vvardenfel. Drukon however was caught by the Imperial legion after fullfilling a contract for the shadow councel. He was picked up as a susspected Mythis Dawn assassin but after trying to help the emperor escape the sewers he was cleared of his charges. He is however marked for death by a member of D.U.S.T. DUST is a secret order of high tech operatives under orders from the elder councel specializing in spec ops missions. Their top operative Illkurok is on the trail of Drukon. It is only a matter of time before the two masters of the shadows meet.

A quote once said by Drukon is "I enjoy the thrill of killing, each murder brings me closer to my family."

Edit: I forgot to mention before Drukon left to persue his life as an assassin he was visited by Mephisto a being that feeds off of tragedy and sadness. Mephisto told Drukon that there was a noble in Cyrodil that had helped equip Dro'oth and his army during their slaughter. Whether this was true or just one of Mephisto's attempts to spread discord is still unknown to Drukon but he keeps his ear to the ground just in case.

the background of my character is the daughter of Kain from the legacy of kain series. She was born from a human though so shes only half vampire, so daylight doesnt affect her.

this was probably my most thought out chatacter and it halps me stay in a role playing mood and i enjoy the game more this way.