You are a Voice. More importantly, you are a Voice in someone's head. Your thoughts, emotions, memories, personality are all your own. Your body, however, is not. You are one of the many voices in the head of a mortal 'blessed' by your creator, Sheogorath. What you choose to do with your existence is your own choice. Just remember, all choices have consequences.
Your current mortal vessel is a Thalmor agent named Varion. He works as one of the battle-mages that the Thalmor employ for hunting down worshippers of Talos. Recently, he had been transfered to Skyrim to investigate reports of Talos worship in Whiterun. Upon discovering the public Talos Shrine and hearing reports of a raving lunatic that preached everyday, Varion set up a sting to await the priest and arrest him. Instead, he arrested a man named Rolf, that had the misfortune of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Several months later, Varion murdered Rolf in the dungeons of Northwatch Keep during an interrogation that went horribly wrong. Though not tried for murder, Varion has been placed on leave with pay for three months. He is completely unaware that by killing Rolf, he has made a new home for the Voices within his own head, and his will has become more maleable to impulse thoughts. As one of the many voices in his head, you control Varion and his actions. Although you cannot directly control Varion, he is easily influenced by the slightest suggestion. Will you lead Varion to a happy life or a tragic end? Either way, you will have to compete with the other voices to be heard. But be warned. Once Varion's life ends, so to does his tale and your role in it.
(Say what you would like the character to do. The most common suggestion will be the most dominant thought. Conflicting suggestions will cause confusion, and possibly sudden bouts of insanity. I will update as I can.)
Varion is sitting in his office in Markarth, filling out paper work. He is furious. Somewhere, right now, there are dozens, maybe hundreds, of heretical Talos worshippers out there giving praise to their false god, and his superiors put HIM on leave?! Varion snaps his quill in two. He should be out there right now dealing with these blasphemers! He should be pulling those heretics out of their homes and dragging them off for interrogation! He should...he should...his thoughts escape him. His anger replaced by confusion.
"What was I doing again?"