This is a character profile for my Dragonborn.

Her name is Alavesa Oril, she was born 25 years before the events of Alduin's return. She hails from Cheydinhal in Cyrodiil, although she is mainly dunmer in blood she has a fraction of human blood. Her great-grand mother bore the same name and was a guard of Cheydinhal during the Oblivion Crisis. Because of what her ancestor did, her family were made into nobility and are of the most important families in Cheydinhal. Her father served in the Great War as a Spell-sword, he was wounded in battle but was saved by a priestess of Mara, Alavesa's mother. They fell in love and five years later Alavesa was born.
Alavesa was a only child and had the full attention of her parents, when she was old enough she was taught how to use a sword and how to improve her magical skills. The other families frowned upon this, as usually a noble child would be taught how to act around visitors or when in the company of an important figure, but Alavesa's father feared that the Empire and Dominion would clash again. Their daughter wasn't expected to fight but to be able to protect herself. After her father died, Alavesa cared for her mother until she too died a few months back. So Alavesa has decided to leave Cheydinhal, something calls her forth towards Skyrim where her fate awaits her.

That's all so far, I'll add more later. Comments are welcome, although there isn't much to comment on.

cool! I like it

Cheers, happy you like it.

p.s. As I add more info people there will be spoilers to Skyrim.

Ay, I remember good ol' Allvy! I'm assuming this is an MQ fanfic, yes?

More or less, yes. Although she does other things as well.

1st of Last Seed, 4E 201

A week has passed since mother died, first father that was hard enough to get over but mother, she was the one constant in my life. Cyrodiil isn't the place I thought it was, my kind are mistrusted. Many Imperials fear that we are with the Thalmor, but we Dunmer hate them with a passion. We need the Empire.
I have few friends in Cheydinhal, and no family left to speak of. My parents feared a another war with the Dominion, they taught me their skills. I conceal it easily, most people assume I'm a harmless young noble woman. Hardly, I urge for the chance to use my skills without restraint. Something has awoken within me, what it is I don't know. I have dreams, a burning town, Imperial soldiers and prisoners running about, a great shadow looms in the sky unleashing raw power, but when I try to look all I see is the void. Something else has drawn my interest; Skyrim.

3rd of Last Seed, 4E 201

It's settled, I shall set off to Skyrim within the week. I have a strong feeling that the Eight, want me to go to the land of the Nords. I've said my few good byes, I shan't be missed I fear. Oh well, a new journey has begun. My destiny awaits.

More coming soon, and yes it shall be written as a diary of sorts. The entries shall get longer as the story line progresses, although it will be following the main quest and other quests Alavesa will do things and meet people that aren't in the game.

Hmmm, I wonder who those people are..... hehehe. Good to read

Glad you like. Yes who are these new people.

I guess we'll find out in the thrilling instalments to come Keep it up!

Cheers.

Here is some more.

14th of Last Seed, 4E 201

Why did I decide to come here, everywhere I went I was insulted and threatened. Thankfully I was able to move along much faster, I was able to hire a coach to take me around Skyrim.
Well its got worse, I was nearing a mining community named Darkwater Crossing. It was all going along fine enough, when a squad of Imperial soldiers came through the town. I don't know why, but one of them noticed me and next thing I knew I was bound and blind-folded.

16th of Last Seed, 4E 201

I'm terrified, I woke up to find myself in a carriage, there are two more carriages in front of us. Imperial soldiers are all over the place, there are men bound up. I recognise there uniforms, they're Stormcloaks. Traitors to the Empire, one of them is gagged for some reason. When I asked about it I was told to have respect, as the man was Ulfric Stormcloak, the Jarl of Windhelm. How did it come to this, as I look on I see a town looming on the horizon. The other Stormcloak, who I find out is named Ralof, says the town is named Helgen. I fear this may be the end, but this place it seems familiar.