Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-14011542-20131009214425/@comment-50.52.21.84-20131015033146

My backstory: As a young Nord that was adopted by a kind elf bartender who had a secret life as the guild master of an assassin's guild, I learned that it's important to respect authority but to also improve it. My father had married a half nymph named Idril. I lived a good life without worry until the day my mother died. My father's heart was destroyed. He went on to guard a city made in ancient Dwemer ruins. A necromancer named Malareth killed my father when he was elderly. I hunted him down and trained with many elven warriors, mages, and hunters. I found the necromancer that killed my father. He said that if I killed him, the Stormcloaks would track me down. I remembered how many enemies of the empire my father killed and I decided that I'd continue the cycle starting with him. My father's dagger went into his heart. He cried for a guard to help him. I ran and found myself deciding that if I would continue my father's business, I needed to get into Skyrim. I got a contact from a member of my father's guild. He tried to sneak me in, unfortunately, imperials were at the border and I was captured. I woke in a carriage with two Stormcloaks and a thief. As I saw the thief die and the stormcloaks line up to be executed, a young imperial who I'd eventually ask to be the best man at my wedding asked me my name. I looked at him and clearly said "Ralphie Earthblade"