I like the idea of Fanfic, and I have more or less imagine a story for all my characters

Though, I never actually wrote a story to go with my characters..

So Im doing it now!



Story Prologue:
Growing up, Deagon faced many kinds of discrimination for being a Dark Elf. It didn't help that he had almost no one to count on but his mother. Who was often gone trying to put food on the table, but Deagon made the most of it when he was with her. Deagon's father died saving Deagon and his mother, but Deagon was only 2. Too young to remember. Deagon's father's name was Delveth, he was one of the last remaining members of the Vvardenfell thief's guild. The tong was after him, he knew that they would not stop til he was dead. Sending Deagon with his mother off to the mainland, he faced the tong directly. Sacrificing himself for his family.


Deagon and his mother were all they had, travelling as far away from Morrowind as they could, they took refuge in Kvatch, after kindly being greeted by some townsfolk. It was better, for a time. Yet still, Deagon's mother had to work her hands to the bone just to feed themselves. Then one day, when Deagon was around 13, a burglar had broken into his home, although he slept through it his mother caught the thief red handed. In an attempt to save his own hide he killed Deagon's mother. He was too young to take the house, but he was to get it when he came of age. He stayed with the fighters guild. Aspiring to become a city guard, to do what he could to stop anything like that from happening again.

Training with the local fighter's guild members, the emptiness that haunted him for so many years was filled, with love and care. From the kind members of the fighters guild, he was treated like a little brother. Bonding with that city's faction. He finally applied as a city guard when he was 21 years of age. Because of his outstanding battle experience, the watch had no choice but to accept him. However, the other guards treated him distantly. They looked at him with resentful eyes, and even as he rised through the ranks he never gained any respect from the spiteful imperials. Over the years they kept him as an outcast, he sat alone in the barracks, no one could stomach to sit with him. It was a job, an isolated, lonely job.

-5 Years Later-

Deagon woke up to the sound of screaming. An Oblivion gate had opened upon Kvatch. He immediately dressed himself and ran outside, to find that the entire city was being ransacked by strange daedra. As he was coming to the reality of the situation, the fighter's guild building collapsed in flames. The closest thing he had to family, gone. Deagon had never been the one that grieved. Growing up he figured out soon that crying doesn't solve anything, but the rush of emotions got to him. He turned feral and tore into any creature that lay in his path.

The other guards watched in awe, as he killed daedra after daedra. He walked into the Oblivion gate, and it closed a few minutes later. He dropped to his knees, exhausted physically and mentally. The City Watch feared him, and sent him out as a danger to the city. The city that he had just saved.
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As he walked away from his home, the smell of burning bodies still haunted him. He didn't know the land very well, and had no notion as to where he was to go next. He walked, aimlessly among the paved roads of the nation. Truth be told, he never once stepped out of the city since he had entered it. The beautiful landscape was refreshing to his troubled mind.

He came across a bridge, where a Khajiit with a menacing hammer confronted him.

"Your gold, or your life" he said. Deagon didn't have any money to give him, and was too weary to fight. The highwayman was not alone however, as a few others followed out from the woods behind him. They took him to a ruined fort as a prisoner. He wasn't entirely sure what he could do, because even though he had regained his strength he was now in a cell. Weaponless, and armor-less.

Days passed, and Deagon was not sure why they had an interest in keeping him. One morning, the leader of this band of rebels, a Dunmer woman, woke him. "Get up, we're putting your skills to use."
They were going to use him as a soldier. They gave him miniscule equipment, to make sure things wouldn't get out of hand. As an elderly woman was crossing the very bridge he was ambushed on. The Dunmer ordered him to mug her, and if he didn't it was back to the cell.

He did not want to go back, but suddenly thoughts of his mother rushed to his head. He had to do something, and he knew he couldnt run. This was just a test, and he knew they could catch him. He confronted the woman.
"Give me what gold you have on you, right now." Deagon said. The woman was frightened, and had only a parcel of 20 septims on her. He robbed a poor woman, for a pathetic amount. Somehow this new world didn't seem as bright to him.

You've got a good back-story going, now get to the actual writing part. I'm interested to see what happens with Deagon's wandering

Welcome Deagonx!

Nice to see ya

Onto your CS, or character sheet, as you probably know.

The exact layout varies from RP to RP but usually there is a gear/personality/physical trait section in almost every single RP so maybe you would like to add that to your CS. Also your bio may or may not change depending on the RP you want to join but generally I would expand upon your bio. First and foremost: Your family.

Love them or hate them, families usually play an important role in all lives and can even shape your character, it also adds more depth to the character making him more unique and memorable. How attached was he to his mother when she died? Where is his father? Siblings? I would then expand a little bit more on how he was treated in the guards, maybe a short example of one instance where he was treated with prejudice. Maybe a little more explantation on the Oblivion gate, like what he had to endure.

All in all, just add more detail to the bio/story. I think that adds a lot of depth to a character and makes it more fun to RP as him/her. Though some RP's don't even require stories. Besides reading the guide: So I Think You Can RP, I think your good enough to try joining a RP, there's not many going on at the moment.

Also there is a thread dedicated to Characters somewhere on the first page or second one that you could post this on in the hope for feedback, hope to cross paths with you sometime soon!

Aha, your making it a story? Then in that case I would call this a fanfic and not a RP, because all though you may have role played as that character, your retelling the adventures and thus making it a story. If your really going to try for a story then I wouldn't use that CS template you have up there and instead reveal it via the story. Also you'll need more detail over all and probably some more length to it.

Either way, good luck

Well, I actually do have a character in this sense.

Fanfic/RP. I couldn't define them, nor could I tell the difference..

:sadvaultboy:

Update! (Sorry for Double Posting)

what's a dark elf?



And I can't see the blue text well. Maybe my computer contrast is too low...

Aren't Dark Elf and Dunmer interchangable? :/



I brightened the blue tone. Should be easier to see now. Sorry.

Indeed they are, often when someone does a fanfic you usually suspect the reader has some kind of grasp on the pre-established universe of said story but sometimes some just don't and there's nothing you can do but point them to a http://www.uesp.net/wiki/Lore:Dark_Elves

Now on to your story. Let's get this clear....You want to make a story right? Like a short story or something that tells the tale of your valiant or tragic hero as he struggles to save the collapsing empire? If so, then your going to have to change up your writing style, to something that can gives us more detail like third person limited.

What your doing right now is "summarizing", which when telling a story you don't want too much of. Summarizing is just a lot of talk and you want to go by "show don't tell" in your stories. You need to add more detail, more description. For instance:

Deagon still remembered that terrible night. The rain season had just began, meaning a hail of sleet and water pounded the earth in a tempest that could only be produced by the fury of the gods. The shack was always a miserable place to live, it had; a leaky roof, a creaky door, and a dirt floor, which insects loved. Yet that night seemed particularly miserable, Deagon was wrapped in a moldy towel that served as a makeshift blanket. No matter how hard he squeezed it, he could still feel the bite of the wind as his ears began to numb, the rain was dripping through and turning their floor to a sticky mud. It was a perfect canvas to draw on and he amused himself with drawings of Guar being hunted until he finally passed out.

That shows more description, what you'll need to do, however is not summarize but narrator his adventure. I'll do this example from a third person perspective:

Deagon looked up at the trees, the leaves had turned to their fall colors, vibrant oranges and red. They reminded him of the fires that spread across the land, burning whole towns and the rivers of crimson blood that followed them. Yes, he hated fall, oh by the nines divine did he hate it.

"You looked worry."

He didn't bother to turn to around and look Joe in the eye, he wouldn't see anything anyway. Joe's face was always obscured by his chocolate coated hair though he still had a miraculous ability to see people's emotions clearly. Which would seem like a good trait to have, but he hated it, it annoyed him how troublesome Joe could be sometimes. If it wasn't for his remarkable marksmanship, he would have abandon them long ago.

"I'm not worried, I'm just-"

Third person is kinda hard for me, but this is what narration is meant to do. It is meant to show rather then tell, who use description and narration to develop a more meaningful story with richer characters and an actual plot. This isn't much of a story if your going to keep summarizing things, at least write it in an epistolary mode(Journal like narration), it'll probably be a smoother transition.

I just wrote a lot. So just let me reiterate, description and narration.

Good Luck.

That was really the Prologue... but ok

Well then....I guess I'm a fool

I added a bit in the terms of the actual story.

I'd appreciate comments. As I am still new to this.

Dunmer is the elven word for it, Dark Elves is what the other races would likely use. In the way that Nippon is the native name for what the rest of the world calls Japan. Imperials might especially insist on calling them Dark Elves in the games to assert their dominance over the culture in a way.

As for the story, I'm kinda getting the impression that you're rushing through details of his life to get us on his side, when it feels like you could get into his backstory later on. If it started with a weary traveler on the road getting ambushed by bandits, you'd have a real sense of mystery going with the character. Then you could have him explain to someone why he made the decisions he did, and spring it on the readers that the hero is this awesome warrior who kills waves of daedra and calmly crusades through Oblivion. Once Deagon, the Conan the Barbarian of town guards, goes wild on those bandits, you can get into some of his backstory and perhaps reveal even later on why he was exhausted on that road.