Silm-Dar is the great grandson of my original character from Oblivion (argonian fireball+sword thief). He wants to follow in his great grandfather's footsteps to become the grey fox and Listener of the dark brotherhood but also carry out his family vendetta against the empire (so assists the rebels). Silm-Dar was found to be acting as a low level spy for the Dark Brotherhood in Cyrodill and bounty was put on his head, so he headed north towards Skyrim where he was caught crossing the border by guards and after putting up a struggle and being found with dark brotherhood apparel in his bag was sentanced to death.
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» Mon Nov 28, 2011 2:31 pm
Silm-Dar is the great grandson of my original character from Oblivion (argonian fireball+sword thief). He wants to follow in his great grandfather's footsteps to become the grey fox and Listener of the dark brotherhood but also carry out his family vendetta against the empire (so assists the rebels). Silm-Dar was found to be acting as a low level spy for the Dark Brotherhood in Cyrodill and bounty was put on his head, so he headed north towards Skyrim where he was caught crossing the border by guards and after putting up a struggle and being found with dark brotherhood apparel in his bag was sentanced to death.
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Baylea Isaacs - Posts: 3436
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» Mon Nov 28, 2011 9:50 pm
The start of the Karmi family can be traced back to Cyrodiil. Chronos, the head of Karmi, made an honest living of a merchant (aside from the frequent arrests for stolen horses and assault). He won many favors from the royal families. Soon he took the title of "Champion of Cyrodiil", but rumors of grave robbing, thieving, and murdering quickly began to spread. Though no one choose to act upon the accusations as few could oppose the family. Chronos died after seeing the birth of his great-grandson but the family remained strong for a few more generations. Only after the family weakened considerably did the Imperial Guard raid the main Karmi home. In the basemant they found a hidden room, and there here among the altar piled with books were numerous skulls, skooma, and the stolen silver and jewels from the Royal Kingdoms of Cyrodiil. The family was forced into hiding among the thieves guild and dark brotherhood. The matriarch Phera is the last direct descendant of Chronos, deciding to revive the family name she set off for Skyrim with enough Skooma to overthrow any cartel. She was soon jailed upon entering the land.
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Sxc-Mary - Posts: 3536
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» Tue Nov 29, 2011 4:27 am
im thinking about changing the end but here you go:
The Story of Balis Morvayn as told through his eyes:
My parents lived in the great province of Cyrodiil during the chaotic times of the Oblivion Crisis. My mother, Llinsi Llaram, and my father, Varel Morvayn were wed in the city of Anvil the year 4E 2 on a peaceful Morndas morning. He was around the age of 60, while she was around the age of 30. By 4E 5 they had moved to a northern Skyrim city of Windhelm to escape the collapsing empire. In 4E 10 Morndas, Frostfall 10th I was born. I grew up like any other normal child in the cold city. My childhood friend was a khajiit child named Ra’sava. My younger years were amusing due to the fact I was horribly allergic to cat fur.
I grew up hearing the whispers of the advlt. Sayings like “Did you hear what happened to the east?” and “Yeah I heard it exploded.” filled my ash colored ears.
By the age of 26 I was fully aware of what was happening in Morrowind. That Year, 4E 36, I joined the war. With only the weapons my parents smite and the knowledge on how to repair them, I entered Hell. I soon found comradeship in my squad. My best friend at the time was a Young Telvanni mage named Bevenisi Arith. He protected me with his spell fire and taught me how to enchant my blade. We became great friends but I never understood hihate for the other races. In my 5th year in hell Bevenisi was killed during an Argonian ambush. He managed to burn down 2 argonians before he was shot in the back of the head. I protected his corpse till we were forced to retreat. My squad crippled was then put under a new commander. A Redoran general named Artos Venim. He was famous for his heroic acts so far in the war. He taught me how to use my blade like a true solider. He sleighed many argonians, but during my last battle he was stabbed 32 times through the chest. We retreated to the desolate island of Solstheim. After 10 years the war was over, the dunmer were destroyed, and I was returning home. I had killed exactly 102 argonians but I watched over 500 of my comrades die. I received bitter news that my parents were killed in a freak blizzard 2 years ago. Now a family of arrogant imperials lived on my land. I was too awestruck to care. I bore no hatred when I returned, but that soon changed. I grew feelings that no mortal should have against the Argonians who hissed and threatened me as I came, the Nords who stared and whispered as I walked by, and the Imperials who sneered and laughed at me as I left. I had left skyrim as a budding young dunmer and came back a bloody war mongrel with scars carving through most of my face. Later on in the year 4E 50, I moved in with an old Breton lady. I protected here live stock in trade for food and shelter. For 5 years I lived right outside of Whiterun fending off wild life.
She told me stories of her life in the College of Winterhold that always started with “Back in my day …”, and taught me how to conjure weapons out of thin air.
The year 4E 55 she died of old age. I then found a new source of friendship in an unlikely place. I was being attacked by a bear when an argonian saved me. She helped me up and handed me my sword and ran off. I foolishly ran after her. When I caught up I asked what was she doing and what was her name. She looked at me with here happy-go-lucky face and replied “My name is Dar-Ma and I want to see how fast I can get from one side of Skyrim to the other. For about a year I rode the crazy train. Dar-Ma taught me how to move easier in leather armor rather than bulky metal armor. I was 46 then. About a month later my life took a turn for the worst. By this time my hatred for Argonians and Nords has faded, but the same was not true for the imperials. As I sat in a tavern near Riften. 2 imperials laughed and cracked jokes about me. My pent up anger was finally released as I stabbed the one closest to me with my blade. I did not bother to pull it out instead encased his friend in fire. I stood there looking at their corpses as I was then hauled away to prison for a life sentence. My skills crumbled like dwemer ruins trapped under piles of dirt as I rotted away in prison. My eyes became pools of experience with my growing age. It later became apparent that I was blessed with long life. By the year 4E 201, I was 191 years old and only looked middle aged. The grandson of the Nord guard who put me in prison finally sentenced me to be executed after his father and my only friend in this rat hole died. I never knew his name but just called him guard. And here we are.
The Story of Balis Morvayn as told through his eyes:
My parents lived in the great province of Cyrodiil during the chaotic times of the Oblivion Crisis. My mother, Llinsi Llaram, and my father, Varel Morvayn were wed in the city of Anvil the year 4E 2 on a peaceful Morndas morning. He was around the age of 60, while she was around the age of 30. By 4E 5 they had moved to a northern Skyrim city of Windhelm to escape the collapsing empire. In 4E 10 Morndas, Frostfall 10th I was born. I grew up like any other normal child in the cold city. My childhood friend was a khajiit child named Ra’sava. My younger years were amusing due to the fact I was horribly allergic to cat fur.
I grew up hearing the whispers of the advlt. Sayings like “Did you hear what happened to the east?” and “Yeah I heard it exploded.” filled my ash colored ears.
By the age of 26 I was fully aware of what was happening in Morrowind. That Year, 4E 36, I joined the war. With only the weapons my parents smite and the knowledge on how to repair them, I entered Hell. I soon found comradeship in my squad. My best friend at the time was a Young Telvanni mage named Bevenisi Arith. He protected me with his spell fire and taught me how to enchant my blade. We became great friends but I never understood hihate for the other races. In my 5th year in hell Bevenisi was killed during an Argonian ambush. He managed to burn down 2 argonians before he was shot in the back of the head. I protected his corpse till we were forced to retreat. My squad crippled was then put under a new commander. A Redoran general named Artos Venim. He was famous for his heroic acts so far in the war. He taught me how to use my blade like a true solider. He sleighed many argonians, but during my last battle he was stabbed 32 times through the chest. We retreated to the desolate island of Solstheim. After 10 years the war was over, the dunmer were destroyed, and I was returning home. I had killed exactly 102 argonians but I watched over 500 of my comrades die. I received bitter news that my parents were killed in a freak blizzard 2 years ago. Now a family of arrogant imperials lived on my land. I was too awestruck to care. I bore no hatred when I returned, but that soon changed. I grew feelings that no mortal should have against the Argonians who hissed and threatened me as I came, the Nords who stared and whispered as I walked by, and the Imperials who sneered and laughed at me as I left. I had left skyrim as a budding young dunmer and came back a bloody war mongrel with scars carving through most of my face. Later on in the year 4E 50, I moved in with an old Breton lady. I protected here live stock in trade for food and shelter. For 5 years I lived right outside of Whiterun fending off wild life.
She told me stories of her life in the College of Winterhold that always started with “Back in my day …”, and taught me how to conjure weapons out of thin air.
The year 4E 55 she died of old age. I then found a new source of friendship in an unlikely place. I was being attacked by a bear when an argonian saved me. She helped me up and handed me my sword and ran off. I foolishly ran after her. When I caught up I asked what was she doing and what was her name. She looked at me with here happy-go-lucky face and replied “My name is Dar-Ma and I want to see how fast I can get from one side of Skyrim to the other. For about a year I rode the crazy train. Dar-Ma taught me how to move easier in leather armor rather than bulky metal armor. I was 46 then. About a month later my life took a turn for the worst. By this time my hatred for Argonians and Nords has faded, but the same was not true for the imperials. As I sat in a tavern near Riften. 2 imperials laughed and cracked jokes about me. My pent up anger was finally released as I stabbed the one closest to me with my blade. I did not bother to pull it out instead encased his friend in fire. I stood there looking at their corpses as I was then hauled away to prison for a life sentence. My skills crumbled like dwemer ruins trapped under piles of dirt as I rotted away in prison. My eyes became pools of experience with my growing age. It later became apparent that I was blessed with long life. By the year 4E 201, I was 191 years old and only looked middle aged. The grandson of the Nord guard who put me in prison finally sentenced me to be executed after his father and my only friend in this rat hole died. I never knew his name but just called him guard. And here we are.
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NEGRO - Posts: 3398
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» Tue Nov 29, 2011 4:05 am
damn for sure man how many pages was that? LOL
ok 200 years for sure? I can maybe fit that in lool
ok 200 years for sure? I can maybe fit that in lool
It was 11 A5 pages with size 9 font on OpenOffice Text to be precise.
Don't worry, I explained the time period away by making my character a Vampire.
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Tamika Jett - Posts: 3301
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» Mon Nov 28, 2011 6:01 pm
Yup.. Written, and saved
While staying in an inn in Skyrim, he was practicing his conjuration spells. He had meant to summon a small, and passive imp as a magic trick to entertain the children, and advlts. But he had accidentally summoned an angry Daedra Lord who immediatly went at attacking all of the inns inhabitants. He tried urgently to command the bloodlusted Dremora to stop, and cancel the spell.
But it didn't deter the dremora. Ignoring Rasha's commands, and only stopped until it, and Rasha were the only ones left alive. When the deed was done the Daedra glared at Rasha with disdain, and disappeared back into Oblivion. Leaving no explanation of what had happened, only mangled bodies. Rasha who was kneeling, and shaking in the blood of slaughtered men, and mer was eventually found in the inn, and arrested by Legion guards.
There he sits in his cell, and awaits his execution.
While staying in an inn in Skyrim, he was practicing his conjuration spells. He had meant to summon a small, and passive imp as a magic trick to entertain the children, and advlts. But he had accidentally summoned an angry Daedra Lord who immediatly went at attacking all of the inns inhabitants. He tried urgently to command the bloodlusted Dremora to stop, and cancel the spell.
But it didn't deter the dremora. Ignoring Rasha's commands, and only stopped until it, and Rasha were the only ones left alive. When the deed was done the Daedra glared at Rasha with disdain, and disappeared back into Oblivion. Leaving no explanation of what had happened, only mangled bodies. Rasha who was kneeling, and shaking in the blood of slaughtered men, and mer was eventually found in the inn, and arrested by Legion guards.
There he sits in his cell, and awaits his execution.
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Chris BEvan - Posts: 3359
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» Tue Nov 29, 2011 4:50 am
It was 11 A5 pages with size 9 font on OpenOffice Text to be precise.
Don't worry, I explained the time period away by making my character a Vampire.
Don't worry, I explained the time period away by making my character a Vampire.
same here i forgot in lore can vampires have kids? I want it to be like a strang thing that after 200 hundred years the latest member of the family that lives in Skyrim just gets turns into a vamp lol
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Sylvia Luciani - Posts: 3380
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» Tue Nov 29, 2011 1:37 am
same here i forgot in lore can vampires have kids? I want it to be like a strang thing that after 200 hundred years the latest member of the family that lives in Skyrim just gets turns into a vamp lol
Well, Lord Lovidicus was a vampire and he fell in love with an Orc who later gave birth to Agronak gro-Malog "The Gray Prince" so I assume they can have kids, though I wouldn't think so with them being technically undead.
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Katie Samuel - Posts: 3384
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» Mon Nov 28, 2011 3:22 pm
I did a few threads a little while ago called "http://www.gamesas.com/index.php?/topic/1224224-help-me-mold-my-character/ http://www.gamesas.com/index.php?/topic/1224652-help-me-mold-my-character-thread-2/" which was basically other people asking my characters (Raize and Kiva) questions so I could work out more about them. Then http://www.gamesas.com/index.php?/topic/1226496-the-amulet-of-daedras-call/. I'm not entirely sure how that happened, but hey.
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Invasion's - Posts: 3546
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» Mon Nov 28, 2011 8:18 pm
Well, Lord Lovidicus was a vampire and he fell in love with an Orc who later gave birth to Agronak gro-Malog "The Gray Prince" so I assume they can have kids, though I wouldn't think so with them being technically undead.
hmmm well it makes sense yet kinda contradicts that XD
Ill figure out some way lol
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Jessica Lloyd - Posts: 3481
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» Mon Nov 28, 2011 10:30 pm
I have wrote about it and even drawn a family-tree for my character. I transferred both family-tree and the story in the form of letter which hopefully give you people some sense about Beogar.
I hail you Ulfric Stormcloak in the name of Ysmir
I’m Beogar and the Empire has bothered my family over 200 years. They started it by taking two of my ancestors, Iwazami and his son Beorhelm, from their fields near of Winter Hold and jailed them in the deep dungeons of Cyrodiil only because they believed in free Skyrim. After three years they led Iwazami free, but they shipped him on the Vvardenfell, where he died on corpus disease. Beorhelm get out of the prison four years later during the Oblivion Crisis. He closed several gates and became called as "Gate-closer". He got married with Jensine and they returned on Skyrim just before the Altmer hero, Curufin solved the Oblivion Crisis. During the time Beorhelm was out of the Skyrim his lands were given to Imperial farmer. It took six generations before the lands were again in the right hands. Beorhelm had two sons Beogar and Tyrval. Beogar married with Aegal and they got a daughter, Eydis. Eydis married with Frolj the Strong and they got three sons Eomer, Eogar and Eofrid. Eofrid married with Frida and they got son Magnus the Trollwasher who married with Risi and had son Olaf. Olaf married with Olga, the daughter of Hjelrom Golden-Hand. Olaf and Olga got two sons Fastrid and Runfast. Runfast is my father and my mother is Hjorta the Runeseeker. I’m 54 years old now when I’m writing this. I’m a wanderer – a ranger, but I haven’t always been. There was time when I was a farmer, holding the lands of my family. It was years ago before the legion took my lands and arrested my family. I have always believe in free Skyrim as my ancestors did before me. A few years I was able to hide in forests and hitting hard against the supplies of legions sometimes. But now they know who I am. They know who’s robbing their supplies. They gave me a note at the side of the road telling they’ll execute all members of my family if I’m not surrender. They have promised to set my family free if I’ll surrender to them. I don’t trust them, but I’ll have no choice. I’ll surrender tomorrow at the morning before the Sun rises. This letter will probably be the last thing I’ll ever write, but I hope you will tell my story to all of the free Nords who shall revenge the fate of my family for the Empire.
I hail you Ulfric Stormcloak in the name of Ysmir
I’m Beogar and the Empire has bothered my family over 200 years. They started it by taking two of my ancestors, Iwazami and his son Beorhelm, from their fields near of Winter Hold and jailed them in the deep dungeons of Cyrodiil only because they believed in free Skyrim. After three years they led Iwazami free, but they shipped him on the Vvardenfell, where he died on corpus disease. Beorhelm get out of the prison four years later during the Oblivion Crisis. He closed several gates and became called as "Gate-closer". He got married with Jensine and they returned on Skyrim just before the Altmer hero, Curufin solved the Oblivion Crisis. During the time Beorhelm was out of the Skyrim his lands were given to Imperial farmer. It took six generations before the lands were again in the right hands. Beorhelm had two sons Beogar and Tyrval. Beogar married with Aegal and they got a daughter, Eydis. Eydis married with Frolj the Strong and they got three sons Eomer, Eogar and Eofrid. Eofrid married with Frida and they got son Magnus the Trollwasher who married with Risi and had son Olaf. Olaf married with Olga, the daughter of Hjelrom Golden-Hand. Olaf and Olga got two sons Fastrid and Runfast. Runfast is my father and my mother is Hjorta the Runeseeker. I’m 54 years old now when I’m writing this. I’m a wanderer – a ranger, but I haven’t always been. There was time when I was a farmer, holding the lands of my family. It was years ago before the legion took my lands and arrested my family. I have always believe in free Skyrim as my ancestors did before me. A few years I was able to hide in forests and hitting hard against the supplies of legions sometimes. But now they know who I am. They know who’s robbing their supplies. They gave me a note at the side of the road telling they’ll execute all members of my family if I’m not surrender. They have promised to set my family free if I’ll surrender to them. I don’t trust them, but I’ll have no choice. I’ll surrender tomorrow at the morning before the Sun rises. This letter will probably be the last thing I’ll ever write, but I hope you will tell my story to all of the free Nords who shall revenge the fate of my family for the Empire.
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Elena Alina - Posts: 3415
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» Mon Nov 28, 2011 12:46 pm
The first page details his childhood and growing up, mainly about his training in the arts of magic, and the second page is about him travelling around Highrock in the hopes of expanding his knowledge of magic, but with no avail, so he set off towards Skyrim to see if there was anything for him there, but when he got to the border, some corrupt guards spotted his valuable items and threatened to kill him if he didn't hand them over, instead he killed them in self-defence but was overwhelmed by them, he now awaits his execution.
-Mr. Maric
-Mr. Maric
Nice! It's great how you guys blend it so well to fit in with the beginning of Skyrim!
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Eilidh Brian - Posts: 3504
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» Mon Nov 28, 2011 4:13 pm
I've written my ---> http://www.gamesas.com/index.php?/topic/1243667-another-character-profiles-thread/
It's the long one. :whistling:
It's the long one. :whistling:
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Connor Wing - Posts: 3465
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» Mon Nov 28, 2011 1:15 pm
I've written my ---> http://www.gamesas.com/index.php?/topic/1243667-another-character-profiles-thread/
It's the long one. :whistling:
It's the long one. :whistling:
Wow... that was a good one.
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Nicole Kraus - Posts: 3432
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» Mon Nov 28, 2011 1:11 pm
Name : Arithyr Winterson
Race : Imperial
Occupation: Revolutionary
Appearance: Scruffy bearded Ranger, wearing some sort of cloak
Weapon skills: Dual wielding swords, and a bow in reserve
Backround : He is the descendant of the Champion of Cyrodiil, whose family and he had became great nobles within Cyrodiil after the Oblivion Crisis. When the Medes stormed the city, the Champion took his family, and his substantial wealth, to his birthplace of Skyrim. 200 years later, and the family were still among the wealthiest in Skyrim. Arithyr grew up in a luxurious manor in Solitude, every whim attended to. When he left home however, and saw the social and economic inequalities lying outside his front door, he forsook his noble lifestyle, gave all of his wealth to the poor, and took up the life of a ranger and revolutionary.
He met an old man named Thallun, who guided his training in both woodsmanship, and rebellion, primarily through the works of Lrak gro-Xram. Thallun was executed due to his role in various revolts, and Arithyr was left alone again. His first attempt at revolution was towards a Dunmer slaver in Winterhold, where he roused the slaves into revolt, but due to their malnourishment and fatigue from work, they proved no match for the guards, and he was forced to retreat. The memory of the mass killings of the slaves still haunts him, as he places the blame squarely on his own shoulders. His following revolts were mild succeses, still with casualties, but also great gains for the exploited workers and slaves.
Before long, he grew adept at planning, and staging revolts, and in less than 2 years of leaving home, he had taken part in over 50 rebellions, 5 assassinations of political enemies, and was in the midst of planning his greatest revolt ever. In collusion with other revolutionaries, he planned a simultaneous revolt of slaves and workers in Winterhold and Solitude, along with a mass escape to Cyrodiil for the slaves who didn't wish to fight. The revolution began when he sabotaged the local industries, bringing production to a halt, as his comrades did likewise in Winterhold. He fought with the workers in Solitude, street by street, closing in on the wealthy and political districts. As he passed his old home in the wealthy area, he noticed his father and brother crossing swords with the slaves and workers, and tried to stop them. They had no time for reason however, and his family turned on him, forcing him to kill those he once, and still loved. But he had no time to mourn. When he felt victory was close at hand, he left to assist the escaping slaves reach Cyrodiil. Upon reaching the border, he and many of the slaves were arrested. The revolution had been quelled in his absence, and he was sentenced to death. DUN DUN DUN
Race : Imperial
Occupation: Revolutionary
Appearance: Scruffy bearded Ranger, wearing some sort of cloak
Weapon skills: Dual wielding swords, and a bow in reserve
Backround : He is the descendant of the Champion of Cyrodiil, whose family and he had became great nobles within Cyrodiil after the Oblivion Crisis. When the Medes stormed the city, the Champion took his family, and his substantial wealth, to his birthplace of Skyrim. 200 years later, and the family were still among the wealthiest in Skyrim. Arithyr grew up in a luxurious manor in Solitude, every whim attended to. When he left home however, and saw the social and economic inequalities lying outside his front door, he forsook his noble lifestyle, gave all of his wealth to the poor, and took up the life of a ranger and revolutionary.
He met an old man named Thallun, who guided his training in both woodsmanship, and rebellion, primarily through the works of Lrak gro-Xram. Thallun was executed due to his role in various revolts, and Arithyr was left alone again. His first attempt at revolution was towards a Dunmer slaver in Winterhold, where he roused the slaves into revolt, but due to their malnourishment and fatigue from work, they proved no match for the guards, and he was forced to retreat. The memory of the mass killings of the slaves still haunts him, as he places the blame squarely on his own shoulders. His following revolts were mild succeses, still with casualties, but also great gains for the exploited workers and slaves.
Before long, he grew adept at planning, and staging revolts, and in less than 2 years of leaving home, he had taken part in over 50 rebellions, 5 assassinations of political enemies, and was in the midst of planning his greatest revolt ever. In collusion with other revolutionaries, he planned a simultaneous revolt of slaves and workers in Winterhold and Solitude, along with a mass escape to Cyrodiil for the slaves who didn't wish to fight. The revolution began when he sabotaged the local industries, bringing production to a halt, as his comrades did likewise in Winterhold. He fought with the workers in Solitude, street by street, closing in on the wealthy and political districts. As he passed his old home in the wealthy area, he noticed his father and brother crossing swords with the slaves and workers, and tried to stop them. They had no time for reason however, and his family turned on him, forcing him to kill those he once, and still loved. But he had no time to mourn. When he felt victory was close at hand, he left to assist the escaping slaves reach Cyrodiil. Upon reaching the border, he and many of the slaves were arrested. The revolution had been quelled in his absence, and he was sentenced to death. DUN DUN DUN
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Neil - Posts: 3357
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» Tue Nov 29, 2011 1:12 am
Wow... that was a good one.
Well, thank you! My first time writing anything that long, if I don't include school stuff. Since english isn't my native language there's bound to be some mistakes and misspellings. :rolleyes: Could have added a lot more details and depth but I didn't have the motivation. :liplick:
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Prisca Lacour - Posts: 3375
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» Mon Nov 28, 2011 4:42 pm
http://www.gamesas.com/index.php?/topic/1244685-kaymen-the-paladin/page__gopid__18913325#entry18913325
I had a go at it and feel free to criticize good or bad and by bad I mean constructive not insulting.
It's not short either as I got carried away with my first chapter.
I had a go at it and feel free to criticize good or bad and by bad I mean constructive not insulting.
It's not short either as I got carried away with my first chapter.
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Josh Lozier - Posts: 3490
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» Mon Nov 28, 2011 9:29 pm
always happy to post mine 
i put my character's backstory into sizable chunks inside spoiler tags, hope you like it :wink_smile:
any feedback and criticism is appreciated as i might add or change a few things.
First name: Cyrus
Last name: Dralas (family name of the adoptive father)
race: Nord (a more tanned skin than the average nord and dark hair due to dilluted redguard heritage)
personality:
A calm and intelligent mind contrast with his big stature and imposing demeanor. he learned from his adoptive dunmer father everything from combat to blacksmithing, although his father wanted to teach him more in the ways of fencing he found that Cyrus was attuned to use 2 handed blades and so he often sent him on specific hunts in order for his son to improve himself.
Parentage:
Cyrus's adoptive father, Thoryn, was in his youth a wandering fencer and scholar, he often visited cities in order to visit their libraries and challenge passing warriors. approaching his 100 years of life he was sent to morrowind in chains as a slave and worked his way up until he was allowed by the argonians limited freedom to keep researching for them.
The beginning
Growing up
The ambush
Gin-Dar
Arrival in Skyrim
i put my character's backstory into sizable chunks inside spoiler tags, hope you like it :wink_smile:
any feedback and criticism is appreciated as i might add or change a few things.
First name: Cyrus
Last name: Dralas (family name of the adoptive father)
race: Nord (a more tanned skin than the average nord and dark hair due to dilluted redguard heritage)
personality:
A calm and intelligent mind contrast with his big stature and imposing demeanor. he learned from his adoptive dunmer father everything from combat to blacksmithing, although his father wanted to teach him more in the ways of fencing he found that Cyrus was attuned to use 2 handed blades and so he often sent him on specific hunts in order for his son to improve himself.
Parentage:
Cyrus's adoptive father, Thoryn, was in his youth a wandering fencer and scholar, he often visited cities in order to visit their libraries and challenge passing warriors. approaching his 100 years of life he was sent to morrowind in chains as a slave and worked his way up until he was allowed by the argonians limited freedom to keep researching for them.
The beginning
Spoiler
Found as a baby on the shores of Morrowind in the arms of a dead nord captain. A dunmer passing by noticed this morbid scene and came near to take a better look, as he investigates the captain's body he finds an ancient medallion that seems to have been crafted in skyrim, in the back he finds an inscription with the name Cyrus. "Curious" -the dunmer thought to himself- though the medallion is from skyrim the inscription is written in the old redguard's language, he then takes a look at the infant and sees that he is on the brink of death. Unphased by its cries the dunmer turns back and starts to walk away... as he distances himself from the shores he is struck by a powerful force in the back, making him lose his footing and look back, he looks to the baby surprised to see a torn trail of ground rock with the unconscious infant at the end, "I can use him to leave this wretched place" - the dunmer though to himself - and brought the infant with him to the small town of Gnaar Mok.
Growing up
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Years have passed, and young Cyrus grew amongst the dunmer slaves and argonians learning everything he could from Thoryn, his adoptive father, who often sent him on hunts and odd mercenary jobs and while Cyrus was a formidable fighter, he never saw him recreate that shockwave from all those years ago. the rest of the village shunned Cyrus due to his heritage and often warned the father to abandon or even kill him in fear of a possible betrayal, Thoryn knew that in time the villagers would lose their patience and drive Cyrus, if not them both, out from the village in slavery or worse...
one night, Thoryn called the young nord to their home saying he had something important to show him, he showed Cyrus all the books and scrolls he had collected over the years, all of them describing Nord and redguard history as well as culture, he told Cyrus that the time to leave the village was coming near and that they would have to prepare for the inevitable outcome.
one night, Thoryn called the young nord to their home saying he had something important to show him, he showed Cyrus all the books and scrolls he had collected over the years, all of them describing Nord and redguard history as well as culture, he told Cyrus that the time to leave the village was coming near and that they would have to prepare for the inevitable outcome.
The ambush
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One day on one of his hunts Cyrus saw himself ambushed by bandits, fifteen men lead by an argonian woman named Seen-Na who readied her dagger and ordered her thugs to kill Cyrus. seeing no other course of action Cyrus ran towards a cave housing an underground maze thinking he might be able to pick them off one by one. the plan worked or so it seemed, for when Cyrus left the cave Seen-Na using her agility positions herself behind him without him noticing prepares to backstab him.
as he turns around to at least try and deflect the blow he is surprised to see Seen-Na lying on the ground dead with an arrow between her eyes. "and the deed...is done." someone whispers and suddenly a loud impact sound resonates throughout the area as if something fell from a tree. Cyrus hurries to the where the sound originated and finds an unconscious argonian lying on the ground poisoned and slashed in the gut, realizing that this argonian saved him from certain death Cyrus administers some first aid and magic to at least cure the poison and close the wound, afterwards he takes him back to the village in secret.
as he turns around to at least try and deflect the blow he is surprised to see Seen-Na lying on the ground dead with an arrow between her eyes. "and the deed...is done." someone whispers and suddenly a loud impact sound resonates throughout the area as if something fell from a tree. Cyrus hurries to the where the sound originated and finds an unconscious argonian lying on the ground poisoned and slashed in the gut, realizing that this argonian saved him from certain death Cyrus administers some first aid and magic to at least cure the poison and close the wound, afterwards he takes him back to the village in secret.
Gin-Dar
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two days later, the argonian awakes surprised to find himself alive and in the care of a dunmer, "my son Cyrus says you saved him and as such he wanted to return the favor, think nothing of it...what name do you go by, argonian?" Thoryn asked.
argonian: my name is Gin-Dar, i am...was a shadowscale.
Thoryn: ...figured as much, though i am curious...how did you leave the order and lived?
Gin-Dar: a friend... a nord, saved me after i defected from the brotherhood, he made it look like i was dead with a special poison. that nord...i heard he died off the coast.
though i also heard that his son survived. while i mourned the passing of my friend, i was glad at least his offspring made it out alive. then i heard some unsavory rumors from my contacts that a mercenary group was out to kill him.
Thoryn: is that why you decided to save my son, for a life debt?
Gin-Dar: yes...though it seems that lifedebt has now passed on to his son.
*Gin-Dar gets up from the bed*
Thoryn: rest argonian, you're still too weak.
Gin-Dar: i'll manage, tell your son i said thank you and when the time comes and you leave morrowind remember...keep your head low.
after a few weeks, it was time to leave morrowind and head towards skyrim, in search of knowledge and a better life away from the slavery of the argonians.
under the cover of darkness the father and son sneaked onto a boat and made their way into the sea, but some argonian sentries saw them and were about to attack when suddenly they were killed...shot in the head from faraway, another arrow was shot but this time onto the boat and bearing a message "this makes us even".
argonian: my name is Gin-Dar, i am...was a shadowscale.
Thoryn: ...figured as much, though i am curious...how did you leave the order and lived?
Gin-Dar: a friend... a nord, saved me after i defected from the brotherhood, he made it look like i was dead with a special poison. that nord...i heard he died off the coast.
though i also heard that his son survived. while i mourned the passing of my friend, i was glad at least his offspring made it out alive. then i heard some unsavory rumors from my contacts that a mercenary group was out to kill him.
Thoryn: is that why you decided to save my son, for a life debt?
Gin-Dar: yes...though it seems that lifedebt has now passed on to his son.
*Gin-Dar gets up from the bed*
Thoryn: rest argonian, you're still too weak.
Gin-Dar: i'll manage, tell your son i said thank you and when the time comes and you leave morrowind remember...keep your head low.
after a few weeks, it was time to leave morrowind and head towards skyrim, in search of knowledge and a better life away from the slavery of the argonians.
under the cover of darkness the father and son sneaked onto a boat and made their way into the sea, but some argonian sentries saw them and were about to attack when suddenly they were killed...shot in the head from faraway, another arrow was shot but this time onto the boat and bearing a message "this makes us even".
Arrival in Skyrim
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weeks, maybe months later at sea, Thoryn and his son reached the shores of skyrim and made their way to the nearest inn.
as soon as they entered the tavern everyone got silent and stared at our heroes, the presence of Thoryn was what triggered this reaction. when the tension in the room was such that it seemed a battle was unavoidable, suddenly, a drunken patron started to shout:
"so...you're this vermin's master heh?! good on ya son! serves those knife ears right GaHaHaHA!"
everyone's disposition after this statement seemed to have lightened up the mood so Cyrus and Thoryn knew this could be of use... so they disguised as a nord slaver and his dunmer slave. the ploy worked well enough for them and after leaving the tavern the next day they managed to travel the roads fairly safely, until cyrus was ambushed by dunmer rebels who took his father and slashed Cyrus's face cutting out his right eye, the attack left Cyrus unconscious and the rebels disappeared as fast as they came leaving him with nothing but rags on his back. Cyrus then wakes up in a prison, apparently the guards recognized him when he came into shore and after a bit of investigation they learned that Cyrus was not a slaver but rather a mer sympathizer and was awaiting execution for it, this accusation left Cyrus laughing at the irony of it all.
what happens next is yet to be told...
as soon as they entered the tavern everyone got silent and stared at our heroes, the presence of Thoryn was what triggered this reaction. when the tension in the room was such that it seemed a battle was unavoidable, suddenly, a drunken patron started to shout:
"so...you're this vermin's master heh?! good on ya son! serves those knife ears right GaHaHaHA!"
everyone's disposition after this statement seemed to have lightened up the mood so Cyrus and Thoryn knew this could be of use... so they disguised as a nord slaver and his dunmer slave. the ploy worked well enough for them and after leaving the tavern the next day they managed to travel the roads fairly safely, until cyrus was ambushed by dunmer rebels who took his father and slashed Cyrus's face cutting out his right eye, the attack left Cyrus unconscious and the rebels disappeared as fast as they came leaving him with nothing but rags on his back. Cyrus then wakes up in a prison, apparently the guards recognized him when he came into shore and after a bit of investigation they learned that Cyrus was not a slaver but rather a mer sympathizer and was awaiting execution for it, this accusation left Cyrus laughing at the irony of it all.
what happens next is yet to be told...
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sara OMAR - Posts: 3451
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» Tue Nov 29, 2011 12:47 am
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As I lay on the ground, snow falling, covering my face and body as I laughed as wholeheartedly as my aching self would allow. I had realized the snow was the purest thing I have felt in 100 years. Not literally physical but emotional. Everyone had always said that your life flashes before your eyes as you are about to die, maybe I am different as I was surely down to my last minutes. Perhaps my body can't stand to recall my own past. But it's too late, as I begin to envision the last 150 years filled with stories of adventure and lost love, but mainly of blood. The blood of all the innocent people I have slaughtered in the selfish act of keeping my youth. I have many regrets, but none such as the choices I had made that day 100 years ago.
I was traveling in the Great Forest as I did a lot back then. I grew tired faster in my old age and I could tell I was getting weaker. That's when I encountered a small town where I decided to take a rest. To this day I wish I had not. To my dismay I had found countless bodies lying before me. A man stumbled around a corner hand cupping his heart with a sword in the other. He fell to the ground by my feet and told me in a soft slow voice to kill him. I refused and tried to help him up but he struggled. He told me that he killed all the people there and unless I killed him I would be next. He then went on to tell me about the sword he carried. That it has the power to keep it's wielder young. That it stole the life of the people it kills. Also that it came with a price. If you don't use it every day the sword will start to svck the life from it's owner. He said he got lost in the forest and stumbled upon the town in hope of someone to kill. He found more than one. He knew if he killed one he would have to kill every witness. It was too much for the sword to take and it didn't cease his slow painful death. I had seen and heard weirder things in past travels so I was curious. If it were true than I could be young forever. To pass down the sword you had to kill the previous owner with it. If he died without passing it on it's power would fade. I told him I would do it. He smiled and handed me the sword. So I took the sword and drove it into his heart. I could feel the power flow through me as my body returned to the state it was about 20 years ago.
I became infamous in Cyrodil the past 100 years. I couldn't travel anywhere without people recognizing my face as I had killed too many and could not hide any longer. So I decided to head to Skyrim where no one knew who I was. I traveled through the mountains not contemplating the snow storms that prevail year round. That was 2 days ago. I haven't killed since then. And yet I am surprisingly relieved. I was not a killer. I knew then and there this life of blood splattered murder was not for me. I am ready to die now. So I take the same sword I had used to cut down so many before and I pierce my own heart. A sort of poetic justice I suppose. If anyone else knew. But I did not die. I feel the power seep from myself and the sword as it feels like I am one with it now. The snow still falling yet it seemed to slow down. Almost to a crawl. The pain subsided and my heart is not far behind. My eyes slowly close. Eventually freezing shut my body following.
About 50 years later a petty thief stumbled upon my body. Not frozen yet still intact. He notices the sword still thrust deep in my heart and thinks he can make a profit off of it. he pulls it out. My bodies color returns almost instantly. I open my eyes to see the thief staring at my wound as it heals. Leaving a scar where the sword had been. He screams and starts to run, pointing the sword at me telling me to stay away, as he comes to a cliff trips and falls to his death. Along with the sword. I felt free of it's power. I was eager to start my new life. Until a group of guards appear out of no where. They must have been looking for the thief. I tell them the thief fell to his death. They look down to see him dead on the bottom of the cliff. They then unsheathe their swords and aim them towards me, and tell me they need someone to take the fall for the murder of a small girl in town. The people will not accept anything but a public execution or all hell will break loose. They grab me and take me down a path. I see a sign that says in big letters "SKYRIM" It appears I was closer than I thought.
I was traveling in the Great Forest as I did a lot back then. I grew tired faster in my old age and I could tell I was getting weaker. That's when I encountered a small town where I decided to take a rest. To this day I wish I had not. To my dismay I had found countless bodies lying before me. A man stumbled around a corner hand cupping his heart with a sword in the other. He fell to the ground by my feet and told me in a soft slow voice to kill him. I refused and tried to help him up but he struggled. He told me that he killed all the people there and unless I killed him I would be next. He then went on to tell me about the sword he carried. That it has the power to keep it's wielder young. That it stole the life of the people it kills. Also that it came with a price. If you don't use it every day the sword will start to svck the life from it's owner. He said he got lost in the forest and stumbled upon the town in hope of someone to kill. He found more than one. He knew if he killed one he would have to kill every witness. It was too much for the sword to take and it didn't cease his slow painful death. I had seen and heard weirder things in past travels so I was curious. If it were true than I could be young forever. To pass down the sword you had to kill the previous owner with it. If he died without passing it on it's power would fade. I told him I would do it. He smiled and handed me the sword. So I took the sword and drove it into his heart. I could feel the power flow through me as my body returned to the state it was about 20 years ago.
I became infamous in Cyrodil the past 100 years. I couldn't travel anywhere without people recognizing my face as I had killed too many and could not hide any longer. So I decided to head to Skyrim where no one knew who I was. I traveled through the mountains not contemplating the snow storms that prevail year round. That was 2 days ago. I haven't killed since then. And yet I am surprisingly relieved. I was not a killer. I knew then and there this life of blood splattered murder was not for me. I am ready to die now. So I take the same sword I had used to cut down so many before and I pierce my own heart. A sort of poetic justice I suppose. If anyone else knew. But I did not die. I feel the power seep from myself and the sword as it feels like I am one with it now. The snow still falling yet it seemed to slow down. Almost to a crawl. The pain subsided and my heart is not far behind. My eyes slowly close. Eventually freezing shut my body following.
About 50 years later a petty thief stumbled upon my body. Not frozen yet still intact. He notices the sword still thrust deep in my heart and thinks he can make a profit off of it. he pulls it out. My bodies color returns almost instantly. I open my eyes to see the thief staring at my wound as it heals. Leaving a scar where the sword had been. He screams and starts to run, pointing the sword at me telling me to stay away, as he comes to a cliff trips and falls to his death. Along with the sword. I felt free of it's power. I was eager to start my new life. Until a group of guards appear out of no where. They must have been looking for the thief. I tell them the thief fell to his death. They look down to see him dead on the bottom of the cliff. They then unsheathe their swords and aim them towards me, and tell me they need someone to take the fall for the murder of a small girl in town. The people will not accept anything but a public execution or all hell will break loose. They grab me and take me down a path. I see a sign that says in big letters "SKYRIM" It appears I was closer than I thought.
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yessenia hermosillo - Posts: 3545
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» Tue Nov 29, 2011 4:19 am
After Jesper's family was murdered he tracked down the man that did the crime and slaughtered him in his home. Little did Jesper know that the Imperial Guard was on its way to the man's home for a completely different matter. Jesper was caught red handed and stole the man's horse. Jesper fled and was on the road for days until he finally reached the border of Skyrim. Tired and hungry Jesper wasn't careful when sneaking in and was caught. It was two men so Jesper thought he could take them. He fought hard but the men fought harder. Jesper knew it was the end for him. In a final attempt to survive he charged the men screaming. All of a sudden a barrage of fire came out of him, burning the men to a crisp. Jepser passed out and awoke in prison. He didn't know how he got in jail but the only thing he did remember was the wall of fire that killed his foes. Before he could think some more about the incident he overheard a prisoner saying that someone was going to be executed today. He said it was the newest prisoner. He referred to him as the man who breathed fire. Jesper realized that his time was up.
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Mandi Norton - Posts: 3451
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» Mon Nov 28, 2011 9:09 pm
Yes, I posted it in another thread but it seems that thread has been deleted, I'm not typing it out again. Short story...
Alamar (a mage) and his group of friends are attacked by bandits, he kills one but gets knocked out. He wakes up with no memory, only to find a dagger in his hand, blood on his robes and bodies all around him. Guards arrive and arrest Alamar thinking he killed all these people.
My second character will be based on Ramirez from Skies of Arcadia...
http://a2.l3-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/112/0587bc07d5196f06559d85089df9b710/l.gif
http://youtu.be/TcWVPtAxNdw?t=2m3s
http://youtu.be/FCnKbZ_969A?t=15s
...white hair, pale complexion; a spellsword that only uses bound weapons.
Alamar (a mage) and his group of friends are attacked by bandits, he kills one but gets knocked out. He wakes up with no memory, only to find a dagger in his hand, blood on his robes and bodies all around him. Guards arrive and arrest Alamar thinking he killed all these people.
My second character will be based on Ramirez from Skies of Arcadia...
http://a2.l3-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/112/0587bc07d5196f06559d85089df9b710/l.gif
http://youtu.be/TcWVPtAxNdw?t=2m3s
http://youtu.be/FCnKbZ_969A?t=15s
...white hair, pale complexion; a spellsword that only uses bound weapons.
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Kelly James - Posts: 3266
- Joined: Wed Oct 04, 2006 7:33 pm
» Mon Nov 28, 2011 9:45 pm
Currently, the first character I'm planning on using is based on a character I've used in an RP for about a year now. I'm not sure how loosely they'll be tied to each other, because I haven't put myself in the role of a character for a game like this as of yet. So, yes, I have written about my character.
Name: Rayde
Gender: Female
Race: Argonian (In the RP, she's a dragon, so...it's close.)
Backstory: There's +226 pages for this. And...nothing worth excerpting on its own.
Name: Rayde
Gender: Female
Race: Argonian (In the RP, she's a dragon, so...it's close.)
Backstory: There's +226 pages for this. And...nothing worth excerpting on its own.
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alyssa ALYSSA - Posts: 3382
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» Mon Nov 28, 2011 4:42 pm
http://www.gamesas.com/index.php?showtopic=1
It's what I've written so far for my Argonian thief. There's so much more to happen, as well as learning about Skeeme's past. I haven't written much more because of work.
He will actually meet up with my other character, Gi'Anna, a female Khajiit, and their stories both lead up to the beginning of Skyrim together. She also has a backstory that actually begins in Oblivion. Here's her story in a nutshell.
200 years ago, a male Khajiit named P'antheer (his name keeps changing) was a prolific member of the Thieves Guild. However he became arrogant and greedy, and began stealing from the Guild's Fences. He was caught and ousted, bringing great shame and dishonor to his family. With no way to earn a living because no Fence would acknowledge him, his family fell into poverty. He resorted to petty thefts of food and supplies to care for his family, but it wasn't enough. Taking up the role of a Highwayman in Cyrodiil, he was killed by a Dunmer who would eventually become the Champion of Cyrodiil. He died a desperate, shamed, and disgraced Khajiit, leaving his family to suffer and starve for generations.
200 years later, and a young, headstrong, noble Khajiit female named Gi'Anna is tired of her ancestry's woes. She has vowed to reclaim success for her family. Believing she can become a great thief, she comes across an unsavory Argonian thief named Skeeme. He tells her of a powerful and priceless amulet, made from a Dragon's eye. He convinces her that he will teach her the ways of the Thief if she accompanies him to Skyrim to locate the amulet.
As they approach Skyrim's border, they attempt to steal from a group of sleeping hunters. A wandering Imperial patrol spots them and gives chase. As Skeeme is about to be caught, he hits Gi'Anna from behind. She falls and the guards capture her as he makes his escape.
As she is lead to her execution, she realizes the folly of her ways. She looks down at the wrist irons binding her paws. Her position perfectly illustrates the prison of poverty and poor choice her family has known for two centuries. Summoning all of her courage, and remembering the Old Ways she was taught by her grandmother and mother, Gi'Anna understands what she must do. She must escape her execution, find the amulet to restore success to her family but by legitimate means because she was not raised to steal, and exact her revenge on the unsavory Argonian.
It's what I've written so far for my Argonian thief. There's so much more to happen, as well as learning about Skeeme's past. I haven't written much more because of work.
He will actually meet up with my other character, Gi'Anna, a female Khajiit, and their stories both lead up to the beginning of Skyrim together. She also has a backstory that actually begins in Oblivion. Here's her story in a nutshell.
200 years ago, a male Khajiit named P'antheer (his name keeps changing) was a prolific member of the Thieves Guild. However he became arrogant and greedy, and began stealing from the Guild's Fences. He was caught and ousted, bringing great shame and dishonor to his family. With no way to earn a living because no Fence would acknowledge him, his family fell into poverty. He resorted to petty thefts of food and supplies to care for his family, but it wasn't enough. Taking up the role of a Highwayman in Cyrodiil, he was killed by a Dunmer who would eventually become the Champion of Cyrodiil. He died a desperate, shamed, and disgraced Khajiit, leaving his family to suffer and starve for generations.
200 years later, and a young, headstrong, noble Khajiit female named Gi'Anna is tired of her ancestry's woes. She has vowed to reclaim success for her family. Believing she can become a great thief, she comes across an unsavory Argonian thief named Skeeme. He tells her of a powerful and priceless amulet, made from a Dragon's eye. He convinces her that he will teach her the ways of the Thief if she accompanies him to Skyrim to locate the amulet.
As they approach Skyrim's border, they attempt to steal from a group of sleeping hunters. A wandering Imperial patrol spots them and gives chase. As Skeeme is about to be caught, he hits Gi'Anna from behind. She falls and the guards capture her as he makes his escape.
As she is lead to her execution, she realizes the folly of her ways. She looks down at the wrist irons binding her paws. Her position perfectly illustrates the prison of poverty and poor choice her family has known for two centuries. Summoning all of her courage, and remembering the Old Ways she was taught by her grandmother and mother, Gi'Anna understands what she must do. She must escape her execution, find the amulet to restore success to her family but by legitimate means because she was not raised to steal, and exact her revenge on the unsavory Argonian.
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Channing - Posts: 3393
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