Ever since I was a boy I was training with my father's epic katana which I have been practicing for years with.
I am finally epic with the blade and am seeking out revenge because my mother got carted off to Elenwens private sado masichism chamber and pulled out her thalmor buttplug nd stormcloak prisoner chains.
I am off to cross the border to Skyrim tommorrow to behead the bitch.
I have woken up on a cart. I don't know why. I'm here now and this is my build.
When young Zachicus (you!) was a child he grew up in the Imperial City. Yorr father was a well renowned man for his nice smell. Your mother was a very well liked hamster who had a collection of High Rock's finest spiced sausages .
They taught you everything you knew. From a young age your father taught you about using a two handed blade and conjuring up ale. Your mother taught you how to handle the precious sausages and how to sneak and lockpick.
One day a Thalmor Vampire walked into their house and your father was brutally murdered. Your mother was helpless to do anything since she was locked inside her (hamster) cage. Swearing revenge against the Stormcloaks, you set out to Skyrim. You were caught at the border and now will be executed.