Describe The Very First Character......., Who have you decided will be the first? Options

[Taillus]

This is for all of those that have decided what character they are going to have set foot in the new Elderscrolls: Oblivion game first. Tell us all about him/her. Don't bother about what skills and such. Give a background, give us his/her name, age, sex, race, background and if you have enough room, let us in on what the first thing will be on your list of things to do when you get out of that god forsaken dungeon!

My character that I plan on using the most and therefore the one that will probably set foot in Oblivion itself first will be Xander.

Name: Xander Moorcroft.
Age: 32
Sex: Male
Race: Imperial
Hair/Eyes: Brown/Brown
Class: (Custom-Battle Mage)

In reading my story on the Fanfic section you will find out the details of how he makes his transition to the Oblivion game but he basically stops an evil man from killing most of life on Morrowind by opening a gate to Oblivion. Xander tries to stops him but he is cast into the realm of Oblivion himself. Before the gate closes he recites a spell that causes both men to trade bodies, trapping the evil one in Xander's body and also in Oblivion (I know that this spell is not possible in Elder Scrolls) He is procecuted as the evil man, known in my story as Taillus and is sent to prison in Cyrodil.

For all of those interested, send some backgrounds of your character, for those who are not into role playing then just pass this one by.

This post has been edited by Taillus: Mar 3 2006, 07:02 PM

[Grand Panther]

Name: Kiefeer Caavah
Gender: Male
Race: Redguard
Age: 25
Birth Sign: The Ritual
Class: Swordsman (Custom)
Specialisation: Combat
Favoured Attributes: Endurance & Intelligence
Major Skills: Acrobatics, Alchemy, Armourer, Blade, Block, Light Armour, Mysticism

Bio:

Scion to a tribe who could trace their lineage back to the ancient warriors of Yokuda who’d fought side by side with the Master Ansei, Frandar do Hunding Hel Ansei No Shira at the battle of Hattu. Kiefeer Caavah was a Sword Singer.

Through discipline, determination and a devout faith in the Gods he had honed his mind and body into a fluid instrument of grace and strength. Matched by few and surpassed only by the Elder leaders of his tribe, whose edge came from wisdom earned though experience and age. Regardless of his accomplishments however, in his heart, he felt dissatisfied.

Despite being born under an auspicious star, blessed with supernatural gifts and talents beyond those of most men and knowledge of the mystic arts that rivalled his tribes most accomplished scholars, Kiefeer could not summon the Shehai or “Spirit Sword”.

His peers had been kind; none had ridiculed him for his lack of skill for none were as harsh or outspoken as himself of his failure. Day after day he would train like a man possessed, skirting the edge of human endeavour in search of the spark that would ignite his very soul, giving birth to the power that was his birthright.

The more he toiled the more it became apparent to him that he was lacking a quality that couldn’t be obtained through arduous study alone. What he sought he felt lay beyond his comprehension. Many a night he would feverishly dream of a bizarre land filled with strange creatures; malevolent and possessing tremendous power the likes of which he had never encountered before.

Always infinitely outnumbered, lesser men would have cowered and weakly accepted their inevitable demise yet, In the midst of these dreams, held tightly in his grip would be his Shehai as he valiantly fought these monstrosities. Cleaving dozens of their number with single strokes of the magical blade, while the battles were always heated, within he was at peace, defiant, a mighty force against a sea of enemies.

Hearing accounts of these dreams that Kiefeer himself had declared with eerie sureness were visions, many of his comrades feared that he had lost his senses, the final outcome of his tragic condition. Yet, the Elders knew better. When the leaders of his tribe, all of whom powerful mystics felt the shift in the balance of Nirn they came to understand that Kiefeer’s plight and the approaching darkness were somehow connected.

They theorised that the Shehai; the embodiment of a warrior’s spirit, summoned at times of great significance had never been wielded by young Caavah because he had never faced a challenge, be it man, beast or environment that could not be overcome without it. Indeed, his birth had been under the sign widely recognised as the “Ritual”, the Elders reasoned that it was his destiny to bring balance to the world through a great undertaking. The perilous trials ahead would, as a consequence surely draw upon the young man’s reserves to such an extent that he’d find the verve to kindle the mystic weapon and set the order of the mortal plane right again.

Enthused by what the Elders had explained to him and already dangerously close to the thrall of depression that, what to the Elders was a mission of the highest significance that the young man might not even return from, to Kiefeer was only a merciful solution and a worthy quest to purge his being of weakness and define himself as an Ansei; the title awarded to the greatest of Sword Singers and his most ardent desire.

With the approval of his people Kiefeer Caavah made his way across the harsh barren desert of Hammerfell, walking with a newfound sense of conviction towards the source of the great disturbance: Cryodiil.