User blog comment:Hamsterlampglade/Reinstalling Skyrim/@comment-25160482-20140721091017

Keep in mind:

- I use the name Dohaeris and a male character for conveniece, it can be either male or female

- I did this in a hurry, so it's not well written at all, but I think you'll get the point

Kay here's a backstory for an Altmer character:

Years before the Oblivion Crisis, there were two monks from the Psijic Order; Nelion and Faarwen (feel free to create better elven names, I suck at that). Since the beggining of their training it had been aparent to all that their power was only matched by one another's, no one, not even their masters, ever posed a challenge to either of them; with many speculating that they were direct decendants of the Ehlnofey themselves. Eventually, the bonds of training became the bonds of love, and the two found themselves in a tricky situation, for relations between members of the order was strictly forbidden.

They fled the island of Artheum and went to Summerset, abandoning the order; and for some time, they lived a simple life in one of the more isolated forests of Summerset with their newborn son: Dohaeris. At this point, the Oblivion Crisis had already been thwarted by the Thalmor, and the Second Aldmeri Dominion had been gaining control of the Summerset Isles. The Dominion, looking for a way to increase it's military power, started to look for the two most powerful mages in all of Tamriel, the ones whose power was said to be able to stop time itself: Nelion and Faarwen.

Even though they had hidden themselves in all ways imaginable, after 50 years of searching the mages of the Thalmor eventually found them. The couple, knowing that a war to conquer Tamriel would only mean the loss of thousands of lives, declined to help the Dominion and urged the Thalmor soldiers to leave their home. However, while they talked to these soldiers, accostumed to a life of peace and honesty, a spy had gotten into the house through the back door, in hopes of finding some type of artifact that the ex-monks would have used to store their power; instead, he found the three year old Altmer child, sleeping in his crib. The spy was quick to grab the child putting a knife at its throat, and when Nelion and Faarwen turned to see their beloved baby at death's door, they both fell to their knees, pleading for their son's life. At this brief moment of desperation, the two forgot about everything but their child, and so their protective spells wore off instantly; it was the only chance the soldiers at the door needed to strike them down. And so, the most powerful beings of all Tamriel were killed.

The child would not stop crying, such that the spy holding him suggested that they killed him too and be done with the place. These were his lasts words, however, Vaaldries, the captain of the Thalmor, killed the spy with a single firebolt; for he would allow such a useful resource to be wasted. He may not have been able to aquire the power of the monks, but he got something far better...

And so for seventeen years the child lived in the woods with Ahziir. A Redguard swordsman of incredible skill, who was imprisoned then forced by the Thalmor to train the child, Ahziir told Dohaeris that he had found him in a cottage burned down by Imperial soldiers, and since then has created him as a child of his own. Dohaeris grew in an ever controlled environment, seeing Thalmor propaganda everywhere, and with an ever growing hatred for the Empire. Not unexpectedly, at his twentieth birthday he decided to join the building army and help to take down the Empire; Vaaldries was appointed as his commanding officer, and knowing what the boy was capable of, he placed Dohaeris in the most important and secretive branch of the Dominion's Army: the Thalmor.

As a Thalmor agent, Dohaeris travelled all across Tamriel, doing every type of cruel or gruesome work that would make any other agent quit. It did not matter how many baby Colovian nobles he killed, how many villages of Argonians he burned down, or how many old men he tortured. Nothing mattered, only the fall of the Empire

And so he went on for 20 years, doing every job he was appointed to, until the fateful day when he decided to return home. Ahziir was now old and frail, but he was still not able to hold his contentment in when he saw his "son" after so many years. They sat down in the balcony to make idle conversation, as they had done for so many years, but Ahziir could see that something was different. Dohaeris was not the same jolly young man that he once was; he could talk but the words were empty, he could laugh but tone was hopeless and still, and even though he could still smile, his soul was dead. Ahziir realized the mistake he had made by telling the Thalmor lie to the boy for all these years, and while Dohaeris was not his real son, he couldn't help but love him all the same.

And so, Ahziir told him everything; how his parents were killed, how he was kept from death due to his innate power, and how Ahziir had been to told to train and raise his as his father. Dohaeris was lifeless. For a full hour he did not know what to think or feel, for he could not think nor feel; but when he finally snapped out of his stasis, he did feel, and he did think.

Anger. Anger dominated his very self; he was now nothing more than the wish to destroy the Dominion, to make them pay for their crimes against him: he could not think of anything else, nor did he want to. Ahziir, heartbroken, saw that there was nothing he could do; Dohaeris was long lost, and it was all his fault. It was then that he saw something shine in the woods, the warrior was old, but he still remebered well that metalwork: a Thalmor soldier's shield.

There was no time the waste, Ahziir might not have been able to save his son from a life of suffering, but he could still save him from having no life at all. Dohaeris protested and cursed, but they both knew the truth: one would have to stay. Reluctantly, Dohaeris left the old warrior, who smiled, readying his blade; he realized that after all these years, he had finally done something good.

Dohaeris managed to get enough coin to embark on a trading ship headed for Cyrodiil after selling his sword and armor, he did not want to have anything more to do with those foul artifacts, stained with the blood of the innocents. Dohaeris did not know where he was going, or what would he do, for he had nothing left; nothing, except from a new rage to guide him.

End

(I'm tired now, so you will have to decide why the hell he decided to go to Skyrim)