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(Anonymous names)

(My origin story is based off the story of Sapphire, Bane and Batman and maybe some other stories, those are the ones I can recall)

The story begins with a former Nordic legionaire who fought the great war and later became a mercenary, a great warrior. He met his wife, a priestess of Kynareth. The mix of a great warrior and a priestess of Kynareth (the Aedra who teached man kind to speak) created a special child, the youngest of the three sons, but older than his sister.

The old warrior started to live a quiet life as a farmer at a farm north of the City of Whiterun close to the mountain in a foresty area and had a family short after. From a young age lil´ dragonborn was very strong for his age for having the blood of a dragon, but for his family and him too it was a mystery. He was kind of the black sheep of the family and got in conflicts a lot with his siblings.

The father teached his children how to defend themselves by the art of sword and shield, both two handed and one handed and the mother teached them some magic.

When the dragonborn was around 17 years old, their farm got raided by bandits. The three sons and their father defended their home and mother and sister, but they fell in battle. The eldest brother died, the second eldest brother got disabled by being impaled by a longsword, leaving him to die and the father got his hand chopped off, so the young dragonborn was the last man standing, but numbers could overwhelm and got knocked out by a mace against his helmet.

After regaining consciousnes  he was forced to watch how his father and brother were being tortured and beaten while his sister and mother were being raped and got their throats cut when they were done and torched the whole farm, killing all the animals.

The dragonborn was taken with the bandits, as the only one in healthy state. The bandits were involved in a slave trade syndicate, raiding small settlements and enslaving people.

His legs were broken so he would know who was boss and met an old warrior, enslaved too. He teached the dragonborn a new way of fighting based off of pure strength, quick reflexes and being fast, he called it the way of the juggernaut, overpowering foes by brute force. That would be the best way for the young man to survive.

The old warrior had a Schwarzenegger like physique and thaught the dragonborn how to gain muscle mass and strength by using healing spells. Muscle grows by muscle repair and healing spells, which kinda worked like steroids in the modern world and ate whatever he can, even eating bugs helped him bulk up into a beast of a man in the course of 4 years and was also trained in juggernaut combat.

After he felt ready, the first kill he made in years of enslavement was a bandit guard trying to beat him up and finally he couldn´t take it anymore, grabbed his pickaxe and bashed his skull in. He was alone with the guard in a part of a mine. He was being used a lot for his physical strength, but the bandits were stupid enough just a sword could protect him. Unlucky the guard was the enraged dragonborn started gouging his eyes out for the scum he was and anger of his family being murdered, he lost all controll.

After walking out with bloody rags and pickaxe he met the other guards who heard the screams, the dragonborn had put up a fight against a small group of 5 bandits killing them all brutally bashing them to death with just a bloody pickaxe so hard it broke. The rest of the guards chased after him and the dragonborn escaped the walls of the camp and led him into the great forest of falkreath.

When he escaped he lived 3 months as a primitive man, trying to find peace, but he only wanted revenge and went back to the slave camp to kill the bandit chief who did all of this horror to him.

After returning the guards already saw him arriving and demanded to open the gates so he could murder all of the bandit scum in there. The dragonborn had found weapons from a dead body of a hunter, mauled by a sabrecat which he later killed. When they opened the gates, believing they could take on this raw force of nature, the dragonborn started slaying all the bandits in the camp which were roughly 30. The bandit Chief tried to make a run for it, but the dragonborn catched up to him and started torturing the hell out of him to find peace with himself.

Then he went back, freeing all the slaves and leading them to falkreath, but the good deed didnt satisfy him, he had grown such a hatred for bandits he started hunting bandit settlements down to slaughter them all to satisfy his bloodlust and make skyrim more safe.

He later learned that the slave trading network he was in was all a plot of the Thalmor, enslaving nords and making skyrim and the rest of Tamriel the land of the Altmer when he got tracked down by a group of thalmor soldiers, he fought most of them to death but knew he couldn´t possibly slay them all so he ran off to the Jerall mountains hoping he could find a new life in Cyrodiil, but the Thalmor had bonds with the Imperials, warning the border gate for a primitive looking nord warrior.

When trying to cross the border he was caught, he refused to kill legionaire soldiers because they werent bad people in his eyes and deserved to live more than he did, he gave in and they knocked him out. After awakening he found himself on a carriage, riding to Helgen where he would be executed.

Knowing he had nothing to lose, had killed many people, lost his family, experienced the worst of mankind, he accepted death and thought about what he did wrong. The bandits he had slain were just people just like him, some even had to do such things just to make money for their family and didn´t even want to rob people.

When arriving, he got out, totally not resisting and layed down on the block waiting for the axe to chop his head off, looking the executioner straight in the eyes like a true Nord.

But the gods had given him another chance, a mighty dragon apeared stopping the execution and gave the Dragonborn a new chance of life. When escaping Helgen and had gotten to the small town of Riverwood, he had experienced human kindness for the first time in a long time. He wanted to help them being prepared for a dragon attack and alarmed the Jarl of Whiterun.

After doing some good deeds for the Jarl of Whiterun, returning the dragonstone and doing some good deeds, a dragon was sighted on the great plains of Whiterun.

He wanted to slay the dragon and after killing it which wasnt hard for a beast like him, he discovered he could absord the soul of a dragon and discovered he was the dragonborn his father used to tell him stories about.

He now knew he had to save Skyrim from the dragons and found new purpose in life, and the rest is history.

That is the back story of my Dragonborn hero, experiencing the best and worst of mankind and still finding new hope even though when all seemed to be lost.