I tried. I really tried. But thanks to a certain SOMEONE, my desire to cause wanton chaos and destruction cannot be held back any further. The following is a Character Profile for one of Raidriar and Curse Never Dying's collabs, The Dark Sovereign. This char represents everything I've always wanted to be as a villain. Unrestrained. Able to do anything he cares about just because. etc. Best part is I'm using one of my favorite OCs, Abberon. Abberon himself is a sociopath and psychopath all in one who focuses on bringing suffering wherever he goes, but he still has his own codes.  He's like the Joker except with a (FEW) less laughs, and slightly more morality (but not much... It's also Raid's fault for mentioning The Joker in the build. >.>) With all of this combined, nothing could stop me from embracing my new role as....

 

 

Abberon, the Dark Sovereign!!

 

"Abner’s wife was laying on her deathbed. She suddenly used all her strength to sit up and say to her husband, “I must tell you something, or my soul will never know peace. I have been unfaithful to you, Abner. In this very house, not one month ago.” “Hush, dear,” soothed Abner. “I know all about it. Why else have I poisoned you?” Kyahahahaha! I love that joke! Gets me everytime... Oh, here's another. What's red, pink and crawls in circles? A baby with it's hand nailed to the floor What's green and doesn't move? The same baby two weeks later!

Ah but you care little for morbid jokes, don't you? No, you came to find out who I am. Put short, I am an Anarchist. It's my job to remind you sad little men and mer that the gods you revere have long since abandoned your prayers. Have you prayed to Mara for long lasting love? Imagine your surprise when I kill you and everyone in the chapel during your wedding? Pray to Stendarr for mercy? You won't like it when I poison you slowly. I'm here to remind everyone that the only gods we can look forward to are the Daedric Princes."

 

 

Name: Abberon

Aliases: None

Sex: Male

Race: High Elf Vampire Lord

Class: Anti-Paladin

Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Title(s): Champion of Molag Bal / Hermaeus Mora / Mehrunes Dagon / Namira / Hircine / Mephala / Vaermina / Boethiah

Age: 67

Perk Spread

 

Appearance 

Skin Tone: pale skin

Height: 6'11"

Weight: 187 lbs

Build: Medium-sized build on the slim side

Eyes: Yellow

Hair: Long, ragged red hair

Tattoos/Scars: Many scars across his face, particularly the left side

Apparel:
Daedric Helmet of Extreme Magicka
Falmer Hardened Armor
Daedric Gauntlets of Peerless Wielding
Daedric Boots of Peerless Stamina

Jewelry:
Locket of St. Jiub
Ring of the Erudite

Weapons:
Mace of Molag Bal
Auriel's Bow (Bloodcursed Arrows)
Skull of Corruption

Spells:
Illusion - Frenzy Rune
Destruction - Fire Rune
Conjuration - Dread Zombie | Conjure (Bone/Mist/Wraith)man | Conjure Dremora Lord | Summon Arvak

Shouts:
Bend Will III
Dragon Aspect III
Drain Vitality III
Marked for Death III
Soul Tear III
Summon Durnehviir III

Daedric Artifacts:
Ebony Blade
Ebony Mail
Mace of Molag Bal
Mehrunes' Razor
Oghma Infinium
Ring of Namira
Savior's Hide
Skull of Corruption

Black Books:
Epistolary Acumen
Filament and Filigree
The Hidden Twilight
The Sallow Regent
The Winds of Change
Untold Legends
Waking Dreams

 

Background

Special Abilities/Skills: Abberon has the generic talent of most High Elves, with a skill in one-handed weapons. He is capable of spotting a lie from a mile away and a knife to his back within an inch of distance. As a sociopath, he is a skilled actor and can seamlessly assume the role of a protector or an assistant, if such role furthers his goals.

Place of Birth: The Summerset Isles

Religion: Molag Bal, Hermaeus Mora, Mehrunes Dagon, Namira, Hircine, Mephala, and the Daedric Princes

Residence: Volkihar Castle

Political Affiliations: None

Occupation: Anarchist / Daedric Advocate

Organizations/Factions: The Volkihar Clan

Favorite food/drink: Human flesh

Interests: Listening to the thoughts in his head

Flaws: Abberon can be incredibly unpredictable. In a similar vein to Sheogorath, he can help or hinder anyone who crosses his path, though this usually depends on the person in question. He will often try hard to destroy one's faith in the Divines in any way possible.

Citizenship: The Summerset Isles

Relationships: None

Personality: Abberon is a combination of psychotic and sociopathic, making random quips around the way. He has great intelligence and wisdom, but can use it in all the wrong ways.

 

Backstory

          Abberon was said to have been born cursed. Even his birth name felt like an aberration. It does not help that his mother died a short while after he was born either. Throughout his life, As a youth, the other children called him Abberon the Unfortunate, due to his tendency to have things around him go awry. Most of this was just other children messing around with him for the sake of rumor and joke, but the name stuck for most of his early life. He tried not to let this bother him, however events surrounding his life could only serve to further prove his abhorrent existence, to say nothing of the fact he could never really grasp Altmer etiquette, especially at the Altmer dining table.

          As a young adult, he was taught the wonder of the Aldmeri Pantheon. Hoping that this would allow him to turn around his misfortunate existence, he began to pour himself into religion. He became a priest, striving to teach the faith of the Aldmeri gods to others. His cursed existence, however could not be evaded so easily, as many people were absent to his sermons. Abberon feared querying about it, thinking it would only lead to further disappointment, and continued his sermons regardless.

          He could never fully understand the Altmer's seemingly inherited superiority. This is due to his humbling misfortunate upbringing. Because of this, he never saw himself as superior to anyone in any way, nor did he try to hold animosity towards any other being. His misfortune follows him yet, as he has had to deal with many an annoying person. However, for the sake of the Divines, he holds back his frustration in an attempt to graduate from his misfortune.

          The Thalmor were of considerate dislike for him. To him, they represented the pinnacle of over-superiority, due to how heavily they lord over all over, whether or not they are so racially similar to the Aldmer. [UNDER CONSTRUCTION]

 

Abberon's Journal

NOTE: The following is a series of journal entries written by Abberon during his journey through Skyrim detailing the events he took part in. Some minuscule or unnecessary information may be missing from these documents.

Journal Entry No. 1 - 4E 201, 17th of Last Seed, Sundas

          A journal! A journal for the thoughts inside my head to read. I am an Anarchist. Mortals pray to the gods above for protection. For love. For happiness. But if they were listening, they wouldn't allow a thing like me to live now would they? If your gods really are listening to your foolish prayers then I should have died on that chopping block. But no, fate had a different path in mind. The dragon. The black dragon. It swooped down and saved my ass!

          Hahahaha! Nice try gods, but next time put a little heart into it! I'm still alive, and I have much to plan for my mission. I must spread discord! Insanity! I shall awaken the minds of the lesser to their true nature and send their souls straight to Oblivion! This is what the voices in my head tell me!

          I've got a set of heavy Imperial armor. They'll never suspect. I'll pretend to be an honorable soldier, then beat them within an inch of their life! Perhaps they'll never learn to trust the Empire!!

 

 

Journal Entry No. 2 - 4E 201, 18th of Last Seed, Morndas

          I need supplies. More supplies. I lost my own when I fled. I need more alchelmical supples. I need more money. More more more.

          I found some Vigilants of Stendarr on the roads. I hope they don't mind if I borrow their armor. I'm sure they won't be needing it anymore. Just gotta pretend. Pretend to be a Vigilant of Stendarr. The merchants in Riverwood may give me anything.

 

 

Journal Entry No. 3 - 4E 201, 20th of Last Seed, Middas

          I found words. More words. Weird words. Together with the thoughts inside my head. They echo in my head. "Force" "Force" "Force" What does it mean? I am curious. So curious.

          One of the residents has asked this favor of me to warn the Jarl of Whiterun. Maybe I'll be rewarded? I'll fool him too. Yes. I'll fool the Jarl of Whiterun. And he'll give me more things. Then I'll inspect that Broken Fang Cave.

 

 

Journal Entry No. 4 - 4E 201, 21st of Last Seed, Turdas

          I am Dragonborn. What is Dragonborn? I must find out. The Graybeards have called me. I shall ask them. They will tell me what I want to know.

 

 

Journal Entry No. 5 - 4E 201, 22nd of Last Seed, Fredas

          I went to say hello to the vampires in Broken Fang Cave. There was only two. I was sorely disappointed. The master put up a tremendous challenge however.

          I think I caught something. Perhaps they've infected me. I want to see what happens, but first I must find the Graybeards now.

 

 

Journal Entry No. 6 - 4E 201, 23rd of Last Seed, Loredas

          Akatosh's gift! The Dragonborn is Akatosh's gift! Oh this is what I've desired for so long. A way to ruin everything that Akatosh stands for! I'll slay man, mer, and dragon with the power he's gifted the world! I can do it!

          More, I'll get more knowledge. More words in my head. Then I'll use them on everyone else. Everyone will suffer. Suffer and realize their gods have abandoned them!

 

 

Journal Entry No. 7 - 4E 201, 25th of Last Seed, Morndas

          I killed yet another Dragon today. I wonder what power I shall use its soul for. The thought of it gives me shivers.

          My blood has transformed. I am no longer mer, but a monster. I have become a vampire. The feeling of the night feels so good. I cannot wait to exert my will. But now I must turn my attention back to my special craft. Alchemy. I've put it off for far too long.

 

 

Journal Entry No. 8 - 4E 201, 28th of Last Seed, Turdas

          I've received a letter from Jarl Siddgeir of Falkreath. He says he wants me to be his thane. He says I'll get a Housecarl. He says there's a plot of land available. Land. Land land land. Lets see where this goes.

 

 

Journal Entry No. 9 - 4E 201, 6th of Heartfire, Loredas

          It's been so long. So very long. But now my poisons are ready. So very ready. I'm so very happy now. I can continue my work!

          Where shall I start...? Perhaps in Markarth? Riften? Somewhere I've not yet been to. Oooh yes, how about Markarth? They say it's the "safest city in the Reach". I wonder what chaos I can cause there!

 

 

Journal Entry No. 10 - 4E 201, 7th of Heartfire, Sundas

          He spoke to me! He spoke to me! A Daedric Prince spoke to me! Molag Bal!! Not like those Divines. That say nothing, Do nothing. Are nothing. But he. He is Molag Bal. He is a Daedric Prince!

          Surely, his bidding. His word. It is law. To worship him, I know he does his hand best. Yes. His bidding. He wants the priest of Boethiah to bow to his will. He shall have it, for he has spoken to me.

 

 

Journal Entry No. 11 - 4E 201, 8th of Heartfire, Morndas

          Molag Bal watches me. He'll be watching me as I bloody my foes. My enemies. As I crush my foes, Molag Bal watches me. The Divines do not deserve my faith. I will serve him. Perhaps through his existence the world will see the uselessness of the Divines! Yes, through his mace, they will understand as their souls are sent straight to Oblivion! Hahahahahahahahaha!!

          I released the prisoners in Cidhna Mine! I've left Markarth in chaos! I've done well. Have I done well Master Molag Bal? Oh now, the words in my head speak more. They speak more to me. 

          All around the hold, they speak of the Dawnguard. Dawnguard this, Dawnguard that. They seek to destroy the vampires. To destroy me. I was attacked by a Dawnguard agent. an Orc. He's dead now, and I sold his armor. Maybe I should inspect this group?

 

 

Journal Entry No. 12 - 4E 201, 15th of Heartfire, Morndas

          The Vigilants have been destroyed. Their base is in ruins. They were poking their noses where they shouldn'tve been. Now they pay. They were looking for a long lost vampire artifact. I wonder what it was that they were searching for? Important enough to destroy the Vigilant's base, I wonder? I'm getting goosebumps just thinking about what sorts of things could be there.

 

 

Journal Entry No. 13 - 4E 201, 22nd of Heartfire, Morndas

          The power. The power Molag Bal has granted me further. I can become a true monster now! But I was unconscious for so long. When I was first given the mission to fill the Bloodstone Chalice I was too hasty to test out my newfound powers. I forgot to write in my journal. Oh well!

          Some fools tried to kill me. They know not who they deal with. I slaughtered them. Lord Harkon will be pleased, but he cannot be trusted. I see his eyes, the way he looks at me. Perhaps he's jealous. Or sees me as a threat. Either way, I've found some shiny new armor. My Vigilant disguise is becoming a bad idea. I'll become a wandering hero. The people will love me!

 

 

Journal Entry No. 14 - 4E 201, 6th of Frostfall, Morndas

          My potions. My poisons. So much more potent. I could paralyze a Mammoth for extensive periods of time! And I have begun to harness my newfound powers. I can now use my powers to toss enemies! 

          I'm so giddy! A Daedric Lord had spoken to me! They acknowledge my existence!

 

 

Journal Entry No. 15 - 4E 201, 11th of Frostfall, Loredas

          Souls souls souls souls souls souls souls souls everywhere the Soul Cairn is such a horrid place why does it exist I thought I would enjoy it there but I was wrong everything about that place is wrong but on the bright side I've absorbed some of the necromantic power there but I will not make a deal with the Ideal Masters no not me they are too fickle to deal with I do not wish to be sealed forever in that plane and I will never return there never again never again never again never again NEVER AGAIN NEVER AGAIN NEVER AGAIN

 

 

Journal Entry No. 16 - 4E 201, 18th of Frostfall, Loredas

          Another one! Another Daedric Prince has acknowledged my existence! He wants me to help Septimus open the Dwemer Lockbox. After that, I shall take his place as his emissary! I'm so honored! I will do this duty! I shall! For the honor of the Daedric Prince Hermaeus Mora!

 

 

Journal Entry No. 17 - 4E 201, 21st of Frostfall, Tirdas

          I am his champion now. I serve yet another Daedric Prince. he is my newest master. I shall do his bidding. He tells me once I am finished with my current agenda, I must seek out this Miraak on the isle of Solstheim. There is yet another servant that needs to be put at an end.

          But for now, I must find Auriel's Bow. I must find it quickly! I must serve Hermaeus Mora's will!

 

 

Journal Entry No. 18 - 4E 201, 11th of Sun's Dusk, Tirdas

          I have become so powerful. So very powerful. I have used the dark knowledge from the Oghma to craft a fitting set of armor for myself. I shall become the dark vindication for the Daedric. I am ready to carry out Hermaeus Mora's command. I make way for Solstheim today.

 

 

Journal Entry No. 19 - 4E 201, 14th of Sun's Dusk, Fredas

          Miraak is trying to return. I have seen him. He says I know not the full power of the Dragonborn. He shouts a full dragon armor upon himself. He commands dragons themselves. These monsters are his to control.

          I want this power. Surely Lord Hermaeus Mora has sent me to this island to usurp this power from him? I must find my lord. He will surely guide me to the right path.

 

 

Journal Entry No. 20 - 4E 201, 14th of Sun's Dusk, Fredas

          Lord Hermaeus Mora desires to grant me Miraak's power. He says I will be richly rewarded. I cannot wait. The power to carry out our wills. I cannot wait. cannot wait. cannot wait. cannot wait.

          Miraak. On Solstheim he continues to steal the souls of the dragons I slay. it irks me. Why doesn't he just die. Die already. I'll show him. The Black Books. Miraak's tomes of dark knowledge. I shall have them, then I shall destroy Miraak. Neloth has one. He uses it to find the others. I shall have it in my possession next.

 

 

Journal Entry No. 21 - 4E 201, 16th of Sun's Dusk, Sundas

          Words. Words in my head. They speak to me. They mesh with the words already in my head. Maddening to some. Truly maddening. But I know. I know how to handle it. I think I do. I know I think I do. I wonder if I go insane?

          The Black Books give me knowledge. I learn many things. Secrets lost through time. I hear words telling me to do things. I see insanity. I hear the chaos. It's swirling inside my head. My Lord, Hermaeus Mora, I humbly accept these secrets you have blessed me with.

          More. I need more words in my head. I will kill Miraak. I will prove I am the superior.

 

 

Journal Entry No. 22 - 4E 201, 17th of Sun's Dusk, Morndas

          Too long too long the last Book is so close within my grasp but it will take too long to get. Ralis wants money he'll get money. I am rich. He shall have all the money he needs. He just needs to give me the book.

          He says it will take a long time to dig. What to do what to do what to do what to do perhaps I shall weaken Miraak's return to Solstheim. I shall break his influence. Then I shall go hunt dragons to replace what he stole from me stole from me stole from me stole from me STOLE FROM ME

 

 

Journal Entry No. 23 - 4E 201, 19th of Sun's Dusk, Middas

          Lord Hermaeus Mora tasked me with giving the secrets of the Skaal to him in exchange for the power I need to face Miraak. I have served him well, but I need more power. More power. More power. When when when will I get the last black black book. I must have it. I must. I need more power Power to match him. I need more power. I need more power.

          I return to Skyrim for a time to restock and await Ralis' word. I must. I must be patient...

 

 

Journal Entry No. 24 - 4E 201, 20th of Sun's Dusk, Turdas

          Helped a young boy. Killed an old lady. Got a plate. How long is Ralis going to take? I need my Black Book. I want more. More voices in my head. More gifts from my lord Hermaeus Mora. He gifts me with power like Molag Bal. I serve them both.

          There is a new museum in Dawnstar. I'll go there. I need things to occupy my time.

          Hurry up.

 

 

Journal Entry No. 25 - 4E 201, 21st of Sun's Dusk, Fredas

          Another one another one another one another one another one another Daedric Prince another chance to offer my soul to them I'm so happy also Ralis has contacted me. As much as I want this Black Book I must pursue Mehrunes Dagon's blessing

 

 

Journal Entry No. 26 - 4E 201, 23rd of Sun's Dusk, Sundas

          I am Champion to yet another Daedric Prince I am so glad now I go to get my final Black Book and kill Miraak I will prove I am the superior champion

 

 

Journal Entry No. 27 - 4E 201, 24th of Sun's Dusk, Morndas

          Ralis is making me furious I thought he'dve found a way to the Black Book but he's so weak he got stopped by Draugr I had to clean the place out but I found some boots now I have to wait even longer he'd better hurry hurry hurry hurry hurry hurrrrrrryyyyyy

 

 

Journal Entry No. 28 - 4E 201, 25th of Sun's Dusk, Tirdas

          Dark Brotherhood has added me to their family they tell me they will give us contracts to kill to kill to kill time I require a contract to kill time now but I shall wait patiently for now

 

 

Journal Entry No. 29 - 4E 201, 2nd of Evening Star, Tirdas

          THE DUNMER IS TRYING MY PATIENCE WHY HASN'T HE GOTTEN ME WHAT I DESIRE OH NEVERMIND I FOUND YET ANOTHER DAEDRIC PRINCE TO SERVE NAMIRA WILL PRAISE ME I SHALL WAITPATIENTLYPATIENTLYPATIENTLY

 

 

Journal Entry No. 3@ - 4E 201, 8th of Evening Star, Morndas

          No more waiting Ralis says he's almost there but he need a lot of money money is no issue to me but this is his last chance if he cannot get me to my prize I shall kill him

 

 

Journal Entry No. E1 - 4E 201, 14th of Evening Star, Sundas

          FINALLY I HAVE IT THE FOOL IS DEAD HE TRIED TO SUMMON AN OLD LORD BUT I SLAUGHTERED THEM BOTH NOW THE POWER IS MINE I CAN FINALLY KILL MIRAAK KILL MIRAAK KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL MIRAAK MIRAAK MURDER MURDER MURDERERERERERERERER

 

 

Journal entry No. 332 - 4E 201, 1Sth of Evening 5tar, MornDAs

          It's over Miraak is dead and I have fully taken my rightful place as Hermaeus Mora's champion I will learn from Miraak's mistakes and serve him and the other Daedric Lords dutifully but there are still more artifacts I shall find them but first I must obtain all the knowledge I can from the Black Booooooooooooooo- [rest incoherent]

 

 

Journal entry No. 3E - 4E 201, 2Oth of EveninG 5tar, Iorebas

          Voices hungering want more souls will feed them oh sweet lord Vaermina i shall feed your weapon well

          Souls hunger feed fools humans sleeping hunger hunger death kill kill I shall appease the Daedra and retch the world from its falsehood the Priest of Mara tried to destroy the Skull he sought to run from Vaermina and flee to Mara the fool Mara cannot do anything why do these people think they can believe in the DIIVINES

 

 

Jurnal ntree No. EFG - 4E 2OI, 2StH of E\/eninG St@r, TuRdaAswsss

          [Incoherent writing]

 

 

Final Journal entry - 4E 201, 29th of Evening star, Morndas

          They must end. There can be no other way

          Upon the dawn of a new cycle, I shall become the blight upon Skyrim, and then all of Tamriel.

          If the gods desire my defeat, they must come and end me themselves

          for there will be no mortal man capable of it on Tamriel.

          I will destroy this world.

          I will. I will. I will...

Backstory not yet completed, as I have Writer's Block. :I

But I promise to finish it sometime this week. :D

And we finally grab the Mace of Molag Bal. This begins the Dark Sovereign's descent into...well the Dark Sovereign, of course!

At last, we are so close to truly becoming The Dark Sovereign. Just gotta do Hermaeus Mora's bidding. :D

And so the knowledge of the ancient Words of Power that Miraak wields slowly will fall into new ownership.

In other words, Frenzy Rune next! :D

So yea, he's slowly falling down into insanity. I mean... even more insane than normal...

I hate waiting for Kolbjorn Barrow. :/

Once this character reaches Level 40, he will become a DiD playthrough. By then, I should have everything I need to become The Dark Sovereign. Oh if only I could record things. :p

And we finally crush Miraak.

....I'm going insane. @____@

Aaaaand that's the final entry. Now on the dawn of 202, this build becomes a DiD playthrough. I'll play and kill and do whatever the hell I want until someone or something kills me. I have:

20 Fortify Health / Fortify Conjuration / Restore Health
10 Fortify One-Handed / Fortify Health
10 Poison of Paralysis / Lingering Damage Health
10 Poison of Lingering Damage Health / Damage Stamina
10 Poison of Lingering Damage Health / Damage Magicka

as well as all of the above gear. Wish me luck!! ...No dont, that's awful... >:D

Final Whiterun Bounty - 40020

I left Whiterun a perpetual graveyard, with Balgruuf, his steward, his brother and his housecarl fighting amongst each other. (Frenzy Rune ftw)

Btw, I reduced my fortify Health/Conj/restore potions to just 10, cuz I'm too stronk.

Next stop: Falkreath!!

Final Falkreath Bounty - 7120

Place was devoid of all life before I even got there...

Next stop: Morthal!!