Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24560300-20140218194835/@comment-25111066-20140629065649

Your Name: Alkrox Krusius

Your Race: Nord

Your Kingdom; Liberated Skyrim

Your Occupation: Barbarian/Warrior for the Stormcloaks

Your Backround Story: I grew up in Helgen, learning the smithing trade from my father when I can of age. As my skills got better, I got happier and thought of making of life through blacksmithing. But then, the Thalmor came. My family still worshipped Talos, against the wishes of the pompous elves and sodding milk-drinking imperials. They broke down the door and killed my father on the spot, my mother they bound and dragged her away, saying something about "useful later". My brother took up my father's hammer and struck one down and another cast a fire spell, immolating him. I stayed hidden under my bed, seeling my dead families bodies laying on the floor, smelling the burning flesh of my brother. Hours past and I finally crawled out, rushing over to check on my father, who was long dead. I admit, I broke down in tears and rage flew within me and I lost control. When I came too, I was in the Imperial outpost, with my brother's woodcutting axe, surrounded by five Thalmor bodies, bloodied and hacked appart. I found my mother's raped and murdered body in the fort and gave her a proper burial, hoping to see her in Sovngarde. I fled after that, made work as a mercenary, forged my own weapons and armor, and finally returned to Skyrim, hearing of this Ulfric Stormcloak's claim to the throne of the High King. Now here I am, on the back of a sodding wagon, next to the very man I wished to join, heading back to my home where my crimes first started, getting lined up for the chopping block to finally end.... until we all heard a strange noise......"

Yeah, I guess I kinda went journal style on that one xD