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Im 15 by the way, so it might be up to some of the standards of the other guys, but i hope you enjoy it.

Laykin Castaran started life on the outskirts of Kvatch in Cyrodiil. His mother, having died during his birth, was never there to hold him back, leaving him to do as he pleased. He is a, blonde haired, blue eyed, burly Nord and, by age 16 was taller than his father. His father, Arctersa Castaran, was an adept Mace fighter, whereas Laykin aimed to learn everything there is to learn of the art of smiting his enemies with a Greatsword.

One fateful day, the local teens, trying to 'prove their worth', decided to hold a tournament to see who was the best in Kvatch. All fights were to be fist fights, with exception of the Champion Round, that was to be fought with padded weapons of their choice. Laykin, being much more powerful than his competitors, quickly rose through the ranks and eventually made it to the Champion Round. The opponent was a Redguard who the that he might of well have been ol' Tiber Septim himself. Laykin didn't like that. Not at all. The Redguard, ironically chose a Mace, whereas Laykin chose, well what else, a Greatsword.

The Redguard fought well, but Arctersa had showed Laykin all the deflections to Mace fighting, so Laykin was just toying with him. After a while, the Redguard went for an over-head swing, but Laykin brought the Greatsword up to his ribs sharply. The Redguard grunted and fell to the ground but didnt get back up. His broken ribs had punctured his heart and one of his lungs. Arctersa thought that it might be a good time for Laykin to leave home and explore the world. So Laykin packed up and left, with the goal of heading to Skyrim, the civil unrest being a perfect opportunity for him to blend in and disappear. He made his money in fist fight bets, never losing and never backing down. He never slept in the same place twice and never looked back, he also avoided all guards like a plague. The word got around and people eventually upped and named him Laykin The Bear. Travelling throughout Cyrodiil, he found a great many of Greatsword trainers willing to show him the way of the Greatsword. He eventually made his way to the border of skyrim, he crossed, (illegally) and met a theif with a horse. The theif was about to strip Laykin of all his possessions when soldiers in blue came down the road, Laykin sprinted into the bushes to hide but the theif wasnt so lucky. The soldiers then started talking to someone who was obviously Ulfric Stormcloak. The theif piped up and pointed to where Laykin was laying in hiding. As the soldiers came over, the bushes suddenly came alive and Imperial Soldiers erupted from everywhere. Laykin managed to beat a few with a hefty stick and tried to run away, but before he could, he felt a sharp crack behind his ear. A loud ringing noise filled his head and his vision blurred, then, a comforting blackness enveloped him. He awoke an Imperial prisnoer and then.....well, you know the rest......