Possible Character Backstory (as in a possible character would have this backstory)

  • "You want to know who I am? Huh. I am Skald, son of Hriggi, son of Thrim. The Imperials have been keeping a tight leash on all foreigners living within Cyrodiil since the death of the Septims oh so long ago.

    My heart yearned for home, so I decided to go to Skyrim, though I had never laid eyes upon it. But the Imperials threatened my family; they wanted me to stay. They wanted me. You see, when I was young, it was found I had a talent. A certain . . . way with words, shall I call it. Huh. My father had to gag me until I turned twelve. It stopped then. But the Imperials still wanted me.

    So when their guards threatened my wife and son, I killed them. My ancestor, Sigard, once tore apart a frost giant with his bare hands. I may not have such strength, but I am more a warrior than those pathetic guards will ever be. They sent more against me, and my power sprang forth, but only for a short while. Then they surrounded me in my home.

    Thirty-five guards against a lone blacksmith. Huh. They won't forget me so easily. They took my eye, laid my body waste with their blades yet still I fought. Thirty-five guards went into my home.

    Seven came out.

    I was still conscious, so they took my family, and hanged them on an oak tree my great-grandfather, Hrald, had planted when he first came to Cyrodiil. That was a mistake. I killed another three before they bludgeoned me down.

    Now I am here, awaiting death for my so-called 'treason'. They brought me to this prison, thinking that this glimpse of my homeland would break me. It does not. I am filled with a great peace, but also a great rage. I think . . . I think I shall welcome death when it comes.

    You have friends outside of here. Tell the Stormcloaks of me. If I die, I die a free Nord. If I live . . . well. I will battle the great beasts of my home and those who dare stand in my way. I will court death and it will follow me. And, if they so desire, I will be a weapon in the hands of the rebels. 

    Do you hear, guards? I AM A NORD! I WILL WELCOME MY DEATH, BUT YOURS SHALL COME BEFORE MINE! YOU SHALL ALL BE AN OFFERING TO ALDUIN!

    Huh. Alduin. Much good has he done me and mine. Maybe I'll be coming for him too . . ."

     

    Name: Skald Hriggison

    Race: Nord

    Specialties: Two-handed blunt, One-handed blade and Smithing