This thread will be dedicated to your first character. Please put your character info in this format:

Mine:
Name: Sicarius (Assassin in Latin)
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Appearance Tall, Thin, Blue Eyes, Nimble
Specialization: Theif
Favored Skills: Archery, 1H, Sneak, Alchemy, Lockpicking
Factions: DB or Thiefs Guild
Backstory/How did you end up in prison: A nobleman who was set up to deliver a note.

For everything in the 3rd question, the first one is the skills you will use primarily and the second one is what you use secondly. Example: Mage + Warrior; This means I mostly use magic, but I sometimes use warrior skills.

If I left something out, feel free to tell me

i would go nord fighter and explore for the MQ, but i didnt poll becouse for the rebel or empire presents problems for me...for example, are the rebels with cause or for their own gain...is the empire seedy as in certain movies or are they actually for the ppl, im ganna go for the ppl and old ways

Name: Robert
Gender: Male
Race: You know, it's the one I think looks coolest. If they NAIL the Dunmer I will do them. It's between the Imperials/Dunmer/Bosmer
Specialization: Archery
Favored Skills: Marksman, Light Armor, Blade
Factions: Morag Tong (I wish), Thieves Guild
Backstory/How did you end up in prison:
I was streaking. I don't want to talk about it.

Name: Hirad Stoneheart
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Specialization: Warrior
Favored Skills: One-Hand, Two-Hand, Heavy Armour
Factions: None (Potentially The Companions)
How did you end up in prison: A young, talented smith who was caught using Imperial supplies to forge weapons and armour for the rebellion. Resisted arrest and is now unfortunately being made to 'pay with his blood'.

That's the basics of who my first character is going to be. Possibly give or take a few of the favoured skills.

Build name: Warrior/Ranger
(Although I marked Warrior + Thief, he is really not a thief. He is just a warrior with stealth elements, like some skill in archery.

Race: Nord

Description/Story: A young man arrives in Skyrim pursuing his kidnapped sister and to avenge his murdered father. He was a farmboy for all his late childhood and adolescent years, assisting his father in the upkeep of a farm near Skingrad. He does not trust elves because they currently are in control of the Empire (I heard this, but not sure if it's entirely accurate), so he will have to learn to trust the elves he meets on his journey (hopefully, you can have elves as companions). When he became a man at 18, he left the farm to pursue a career as a blacksmith and to fight with Bruma’s sect of the Cyrodiil Resistance. But now, at age 22, with his father murdered and his sister kidnapped, he leaves Cyrodiil after learning the kidnappers/killers were last seen in Skyrim. However, he soon learns of his true power and finds himself involved in MUCH MORE than just the search for his sister. Assists the rebels who are fighting the elves who took over Tamriel since the rule of High Chancellor Ocato – elves partly responsible for his loss. His favorite food is sweet rolls, dear meat, boar meat, and salmon, but considering salmon is not to be found in Cyrodiil, he has always had to purchase salmon (now, HOPEFULLY, he can catch salmon). : Believes as most Nords do in their creation on High Hrothgar (Snow Throat, Throat of the World) by Shor. So, it will be a spiritual/special journey for him to climb High Hrothgar.

Dual Wields: Sword and Shield OR double blades

Main Skills: One-handed, Block, Speechcraft/Mercantile, Smithing, Light Armor, Security, Sneak, Archery

Perks: Anything that increases blade characteristics, defense, dialogue, sneaky ways, etc.

Name: Thor
Gender: male
Race: nord
Specialization: war
Favored Skills: 2h, ha, arch, res, smith
Factions: companions
Backstory/How did you end up in prison defiled a statue in bruma fled to skyrim, got busted at the border

Name: not sure yet
Gender: Female
Race: Breton
Specialization: Magic/Healer
Favored Skills: Conjuration, Alteration, Archery, Restoration, using spells/staff/sword
Factions: College of Winterhold

Backstory/How did you end up in prison
This could change a little: After crossing the border into Skyrim from High Rock, my little Breton mage/healer saw something someone thought she shouldn't have seen. A civil war was going on in Skyrim and she was trying to reach a friend to help in their flight from Skyrim during the turmoil. she was in the wrong place at the wrong time when she witnessed something and to protect himself, someone in a high position who was involved, turned her into the authorities and said she had crossed the border into Skyrim to assist traitors to the province. The wheels of justice had effectively stopped turning so she was scheduled for execution without a fair trial.

Female.

Everything else... won't know till I play it. (Picking race by appearance, picking combat style depending on how the combat system works - what weapons 'feel' best, how blocking works, etc)

Yay! I love these threads!

Name - Aaros Indarys
Race - Dunmer (Dark Elf)
Gender - Male
Age - 42
Proficency - Combat

Background

Aaros was born in the year 4E159, in Blacklight, Morrowind. His family grew up in poverty under the opressive Argonian rule. His father raised Aaros in Redoran ways, teaching him their ideals and customs, and the two often went Netch hunting in the wilderness. In 4E168, when Aaros was just nine, a massive battle between Dunmer resistance and the Argonians took place in the streets of Blacklight. In the conflict, Aaros's home was destroyed, and his family was killed. Alone, and terrified, Aaros fled into the Valus Mountains. Over the next thirty or so years Aaros wandered the wilds of Cyrodiil, High Rock and Hammerfell, and led a very reckless life. He became very cynical, and slow to trust. He mostly traveled from city to city, selling animal pelts and herbs, drinking, gambling, and getting busy with the local ladies. It was one such night in the city of Bruma, Cyrodiil. Aaros had stopped by to sell some venison and drink some Ale. The locals were all riled up, telling each other of the affairs up North. They spoke of civil war among the Nords, and assassanation plots. Aaros could care less, as he had his eyes on a young Imperial maiden. After some more Ale, and a bit of sweet talking, the two shared a room for a night. Early next morning, some of the town guard burst in, and promptly told him he was under arrest. Aaros grabbed his things and dove out the inn window, and made a run for the city gate. Stealing a horse on the way out, he made for the Jerall Mountains as fast as he could, he couldn't fathom why half the town's guards were after him. After a night of riding, he quitely slipped through the border, into Skyrim. He didn't get far before the guards in wait nabbed him. After a long night, bound in a small cell, god's know where, Aaros was drug to trial. It was there he learned that he was being charged for "[censored]" of the count of Bruma's daughter. After the botched trial, Aaros was signed up for execution. A year has passed since the trial, and Aaros had been in prison. The day finaly came, and Aaros was led out to be killed. An old man nearby heard of this, and rode to the scene as fast as he could. Esbern had been following the Dunmer for some time now.

What do you think? Decent? Lousy?

I picked thief, but im planning on be a pacifist merchant...

Decent, but I think mine is the best.

Name: Unknown

Gender: Male

Race: Imperial / Dunmer / Breton

Specialization: Illusion

Favored Skills: Sneaking, Illusion, Destruction

Factions: Thieves Guild & College of Winterhold

Back story / How did you end up in prison: Unknown

Name: Tadomeka (its my ninja name)
Race: Khajiit (if they look cool) or Bosmer (if they arent like in Oblivion)
Gender: Male
Age: Old
Proficiency: Stealth
Favoured skills: Sneak, Marksman, Alchemy, and 2h weapons
Why am I in jail: Violated the law...
Factions: Morag Tong (if its not in, ill just pretend)

Name: Mattriv
Gender: Male
Race: Most likely imperial,
Specialization: Stealth: assassinations, and archery
Favored Skills: marksman, stealth, blade (small blades)
Factions: Black Hand, Theives
Backstory/How did you end up in prison: Was going to be paid 50,000 gold pieces to kill a noblemen, had to infiltrate prison in order to kill the noble. For the murder to be done, Mattriv has to kill an inmate who is on death row, hide the body and pretend to be the man, so he can blend in. After killing the nobleman, (this we find out later on how it was accomplished) he was betrayed and left for the noose. Although he has another mission that he aquires over time, his true goal is to avenge himself and kill the men who set him up.

Name: Azel Vareth
Gender: Male
Race: Breton
Specialization: Mage
Favored Skills: Destruction, Conjuration, Alteration, Restoration, Illusion, Enchanting
Factions: College of Winterhold
Backstory/How did you end up in prison: Went to a small village near the border to buy ingredients and do other magely things. Found it destroyed by a Dragon, but it flew away before he could do anything. Was captured by guards who thought he was the cause of it, as they did not believe his Dragon story.

Name: Baldr (Born: Bergdan Kolmundsen)
Race: Nord
Gender: Male
Born: Skyrim
Hair: Dirty Blonde, Braided Beard (like techno viking's)
Eyes: Icy Blue
Specialization: mainly Combat, a little Stealth and Magic thrown in occasionally
Favored Skills: 1h Weapons, 2h Weapons, Archery, Sneak, Destruction, Smithing, Conjuration
Factions: Rebels, Dark Brotherhood, Companions


Appearance: Very tall, broad shouldered, Shoulder length hair, beard braided into one braid. Muscular, Athletic, Stocky. overall intimidating appearance. Icy Blue eyes that seem to pierce your very soul, slighlty glow in battle. large scar from right temple to jaw.

Personality: Quiet giant. usually only talks to close friends, merchants or to those who offer jobs. steadfast loyal to friends and allies. only time her ever opens up is in the company of friends or when drunk. in battle, fights like a man possessed, entering a trance-like state as he flows from one strike to the next. Holds strong convictions and does what he can to help others...never thinks of himself as a white knight, but tries to be a morally good person overall...morally good for his past at least.

History: Born in Skyrim to Kolmund Alfarsen and Friddgunn Harleifsdatter, he was born under the sign of the warrior, which would steer most of his professional choices in life...and lead him to a greater destiny.

Raised on stories of the Champion of Cyrodiil passed down by an ancestor, who was a close friend to the champion before and throughout the Oblivion Crisis. those stories were passed down through the generations and told to a young Bergdan, who strived to be just like the Champion. He grew up on a small town just outside of Riverwood, and grew tall and strong though farm work. like his father, was a main attention to the local girls due to his impressive physique and attractive looks.

His father was in service to the High King's army, becoming a now forgotten general who studied all forms of combat and tactics. He instilled these skills and a patriotism on the young Ulnar all through his childhood and adolescence. Ulnar eventually surpassed his father in skill and continued training, sometimes venturing to foreign lands when he found a roaming caravan or trader willing to offer food and drink in exchange for a vigilant warrior's services.

While on a trip to High Rock to learn from some of the Redguard's master swordsmen, he recieved word that there was trouble in Skyrim with the High King, but paid little attention until he heard of Riverwood. Concerned about his Family's welfare, he inquired to the Nord at the tavern concerning Riverwood. The stranger told him that he had barely escaped civil war in Skyrim and saw farms engulfed in flame just outside of Riverwood. He rushed out of the tavern to find the leader of the caravan he had been traveling with to plead for early release from service and was granted this; he soon began a long solo sojourn back to Skyrim.

He first attempted to find a boat for passage to his home country but to no avail due to the escalating civil war. he eventually found a craft headed to the ancient city of Anvil and took his chance, as he was used to traveling in Cyrodiil. He then traveled by foot across the country to the Imperial City, stopping periodically to make camp, but continued on no matter what. He then traveled northward, eventually finding the ruins of Cloud Ruler Temple, which he was told was once a great fortress where his ancestor and the Champion of Cyrodiil often rested on their numerous adventures. stopping briefly to pay his respects, he trudged on.

He was eventually stopped at the border to his own homeland and narrowly avoided confrontation with an arrogant border guard who seemed too eager to prove himself. Bergdan decided confrontation would only end badly and appealed to the guards ego to pass. once he reached his family farm, he fell to his knees. before him, were the charred remains of his mother, father, and young sister in the middle of a destroyed farmhouse. With tears streaming down his face, he ran to the town he often spent time in, either proving his mettle to the other villiage boys or sneaking affection to villiage girls.

He asked around desperately for any hint of information on his familiy's murder, but only found consoling and pitiful stares from friends he once knew. He eventually retired to the tavern, seeking to drown his sorrows in a tall tankard of mead. A silver-tongued Dunmer in a black cloak approached and offered information on those who slaughtered the ones he loved. The Dunmer only asked that he deliver swift justice and revealed that they were on the way to the keep of solitude.

He left the tavern at once, with vengence in his heart and a promise of retribution on his lips. he followed the main road to solitude and eventually noticed a band of archers and rogues with weapons he recognized from his father's collection. He stayed out of sight in the forest and waited till night to strike. Once the band had struck up camp and started lookout shifts, he approached.

He decided to eliminate a watchman who began dozing off by sticking to the shadows of tall pines he hunted as a teen. He slowly advanced the now sleeping dunmer and snapped his neck in one swift motion.
"one down, five to go" Bergdan thought to himself. he hid the body out of the campfire's light and waited for the shift to change, as he decided taking both guards out would arouse too much suspicion. he noticed guards switching roles and waited silently. as the new guard approached he drew his dagger, feeling that his usual claymore would be too slow for a stealthy kill.
"Alvan?" cried the Altmer approaching "Alvan where are you?!" not realizing his compatriat had falled to a vengeful killer. "damn dunmer must have run off with his share of the loot...I'll tell the boss when my shift's over." Bergdan swiftly ran up to the slender Altmer and punced upon him, knocking him to the ground and putting his dagger through the rogue's throat.
"Farmil!" he heard a Bosmer yell, "some huge nord just killed Farmil!"

The Bosmer drew his bow and trained an arrow, another dunmer and a young Nord, who Bergdan assumed was the leader, jumped from their tents and brandished weapons. Bergdan drew his claymore and advanced towards the Dunmer, who wielded a dagger in each hand. the Dunmer underestimated Bergdan and lunged, bergan then sidestepped and with one mighty swing, took the elf's head clean off her shoulders. he spun to face the Nord and Bosmer, but recieved an arrow to his left shoulder. Bergdan felt his shoulder explode into pain as the Bosmer and Leader fled the campsight.

Bergdan fell to one knee and dropped his claymore. "Patience" he thought to himself. he pulled out a strip of leather to bite down on. he quickly pulled out the arrow, careful to pull straight out to get the whole arrow. he then bound the wound after cleaning it with a spell he learned from a breton sage in hammerfell. after tending to his wound, Bergdan collected his Claymore which he returned to its sheath on his back, retrieved his dagger from the Altmer's neck, and took his father's Bow given to him by Bosmeri Rangers and slung it on his back and managed to fit his claymore to his other shoulder blade. After reallocating his supplies from the fallen rogues, he set off for the forest in the direction that the Bosmer and Nord fled in.

"Father always took me hunting here...good thing he taught me to track" Bergdan thought to himself. He eventually noticed the tracks moving in all directions. "strange...must be a trick by that Bosmer" he carefully examined the tracks, and despite there being nearly no light except moonlight, he found the true trail. he followed it to find another camp, albeit without a fire.
"by the nine I miss Cyrodiil...it was much warmer than this frozen waste!" he heard the Bosmer say.
"Hey! you're the one who insists there be no fire, Carulthay." grumbled the Nord. " Carulthay swore under his breath as Bergdan approached with bow in hand.

Bergdan drew the arrow as far back as he could, despite the burning of his injured shoulder. he whispered "goodbye" under his breath as he let the arrow fly straight into the Bosmers heart, stopping his shivering and sniveling at once. "finally you're quiet!...Carulthay?" no response "Carulthay?!" he cried with worry in his voice.
right before Bergdan stepped into the moonlight and punched the Nord straight in the jaw, knocking him out.

By the time the leader of the gang had come to, Bergdan had started a fire a tied up his prisoner.
"You...who are you?" said the Nord.
"Bergdan Kolmundsen" said Bergdan calmly, as if the captive had simply asked for directions
"Kolmundsen? why does that ring a bell?" the prisoner wondered aloud
"You murdered my family!" yelled Bergdan, barely containing his rage
"Damn it...i knew Farnulwil made it sound too easy..."
"Farnulwil? Dunmer, with a black cloak?"
"Yes...I suppose you will kill me now?"
"Maybe...who are you?"
"Gordir...soldier of fortune by trade, and apparently a bad choice in employers...we were told the old man just had the wife and daughter...not a massive son." Gordir said with a smirk
"So you killed them...because they were easy prey?" Bergdan said...boiling with rage, "then you deserve no mercy." and with that, buried Gordir's sword in it's owner's heart.

Bergdan then left the scene and headed back towards Riverwood. He entered the tavern and saw the same Dunmer in the same seat as before, with the same evil smile from the day before.
"Farnulwil, I presume?"
"good...good...you had the intelligence to take a prisoner...I presume you tied up my loose ends?"
"unfortunately...and I know you engineered the whole thing..."
"yes...I did at that...and before you do anything rash, the border guard are on their way...and you have murdered five citizens of solitude" he said with contempt as two men in plate entered the room.
"you ash-skinned bastard! I'll kill you!" exclaimed Bergdan as the Dunmer fled towards the guards, and Bergdan was forced after him. the guards brandished weapons. he charged through them and rushed outside, but Farunwil was nowhere to be seen, so Bergdan ran southwards.

Once outside of town, he decided to abandon his life, he would call himself Baldr, the name of the ancestor who befriended Cyrodiil's Champion. He decided to lay low for a while in Cyrodiil, he still had friends there. he got to the border and encountered the same arrogant guard as before, when he entered the country.
"hey...i remember your face, the hotshot...well now, fleeing the country is bad enough with the civil war...and add five murders to that...I'd say you'll get death and nothing less. Farnulwil said you'd come back this way...right before we fed him to the wolves, I couldn't have that loose end free...and now you're the last end to tie up" said the guard with a menacing grin. Baldr sized up his chances, but decided taking on the whole garrison wasn't the best idea.
"Fine...that bastard's dead...but If I have to die, I'm taking you with me!" he proclaimed as he pulled the dagger from his belt and slit the guard's throat. Guards rushed over to subdue a surrendering Baldr and rushed him off to be held for execution.

Name: GravCat
Gender: Male
Race: Undecided
Specialization: Stealth
Favored Skills: Sneak and Security
Factions: DB and Thieves Guild
Backstory/How did you end up in prison: Crossing the border

Name: (Something Norse) Baldr, Asvalder, Alrekr, Havadr, etc......
Gender: Male
Race: Nord or Breton 1st time but i'll try all of them
Specialization: Up close/fighter with a dash of mage....
Favored Skills: Blade, Heavy/Light Armor, Destruction, Smithing
Factions: Companions, but i'll do them all of course
Backstory/How did you end up in prison: Public indecency, i dont know.....i'll decide when i make my character....

Well I posted this in a similar thread but it seems more appropriate here actually.

Name: Folkvar (meaning, "Guard of the People")
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Specializes In: Warrior Archetype Skills
Practices Most In: Smithing, 1H, Block
Factions: The Champions ONLY and other warrior type factions if there are any
Born: 22nd of Last Seed 4E180, Great Chapel of Talos, Bruma, Cyrodiil
Reason For Imprisonment: Undecided (will edit this post when decided)

good lord man, do you have nothing better to do? took me 30 min to read all of that...

No I wrote it quite a while ago...the day I joined up on these forums haha I got inspiration so I wrote a little story and the fact that I'm trying to become an author doesn't hurt

you would be damn good at it...

Mmmmmm, time to use immagination.

Name: Jagith Galvok

Race: Nord

Age: Mid/Early 30's

Look Description: Tall, dark brown hair, average/heavy weight.

Specialization: Uses of the bow (Archery) and protection magics (Illusion, restoration, Alteration, Conjuration).

Favoured Skills: Archery, Illusion, Restoration, Light Armor, Alteration, Sneak, Alchemy

Criminal Record: Theft, forgery, impersenating a government official and tax collector, resisting arrest, assault

Background: Jagith grew up as a traditional Skyrim nord, learning the old gods and learning the old ways. After the Imperials tried to establish a new government, Jagith's first instinct was to join the rebeling group. They appointed him as a foot soldier. After some time he was given the rank of a Leutanant and could assign quests to soldiers and recruits. Living with a poor, but self-sufficient family, Jagith established a small estate nestled in a secluded area in the Nordic mountains. The estate bunked about 15 men and 10 workers while Jagith stayed in the manor with a few trusted body guards. Living a steady life on his estate, Jagith assigned a simple task to 7 of his men that would change his life forever. They were to escort a document to one of the rebel generals. They did not know the documents contained location of the estate and ambush plans on a convoy of imperials. The escort was taken by an ambush of archers and the documents were taken. Not so long after, Jagith was thrown into prison for containing a document of attack. The 8 soldiers were slain and the workers were imprisoned. The estate was taken over. Jagith had nothing to lose with not a single family member alive, so he tried to escape prison. Almost getting out, a jailor knocked Jagith out with a club and after that it was decided he was to be executed....

!Que bueno!