If you played Oblivion, you've probably met Glarthir, the main character in the quest Paranoia.
But what about the adoring fan, and many others, expecially in the Shivering Isles.

Feel free to add your own.

Here's one of my Glarthir Stories:

I was walking around and Glarthir came with the classic "You! We need to talk!"

Thus started the quest, after all three "suspects" he gave me the note.
I showed the note to the guards, they go running, I run ahead of them,
and I punch Glarthir, who yells "Guards!" The guards do come, but they kill HIM,
not me.

Not my best story, just an example.

Fribble, just fribble!

*Nevermind, I was thinking of another Bosmer..

Once upon a time I was walking the streets of Mournhold. I was enjoying the beauty of the Temple District, and thought about paying my respects to Ayem, when I was accosted by a wood elf on hard times. He just needed 50 gold to get him going again. I'm fairly wealthy so I didn't mind giving him a few drakes. He was pleased and asked for another 100. I was feeling generous so I agreed. Thats enough for some basic necessities and perhaps travel fare to another city. Seemed like a reasonable gift so I started to turn to leave...then he asked for 1000. This was getting ridiculous so I ignored it. He eventually made a big scene and the ordinators came over to arrest him, but he teleported away.

Imagine my surprise when one day, as I stroll out of the temple, I notice him glaring at me from the bottom of the steps, and wearing a full suit of Ebony armor with an ebony blade. He started walking towards me when I saw something even more amazing. Someone in full daedric armour with a glowing sword and jumping around like a madman, suddenly bonked him on the head with his sword. I didn't stick around to see the outcome, but I'm swearing off of helping Wood Elves for good.

Sometimes I wonder why the crazy people always have the luck. At least the tribunal is solid and watches over us. Ayem would never display such insanity.

Once I was out hunting deep into the Jeralls, just north east of Aerin's Camp. I heard the tumbling of rocks from the direction of dive rock, fearing a landslide I took evasive action. Imagine my surprise when i saw that it was not the anticipated deadly boulders, but the battered body of a bosmer that emerged from the scree. I searched the body, but the fool carried nothing of any value. I can only assume he had commited suicide due to having the worst haircut in all of Tamriel. It looked like a blob of urine flavoured ice cream.

Haha! one of the many ways to kill a certain celebrity in the oblivion fanbase.