Post Your Character Options

[SubRosa]

I am sure it has been done before, but I did not see one of these threads in the list of recent ones. Post a pic or two of the character(s) you are currently playing or have played, and tell us a bit about them if you like to roleplay a bit.

To start it off here is my current character Lilith, whom I am currently doing the Dark Brotherhood questline with. She is a Nibenean (a custom race I made) archer/macewoman. She is the daughter of Claudius Arcadia. Raped and left for dead by Rufio, she is back for vengeance not only upon him, but the entire world. The only time she feels any control over her existence is when she kills, and she is becoming a control freak (sorry, I just watched a couple of Dennis Miller specials, and now my wit is feeling like handful of razorblades at a Freddy Kruger convention).

Lilith early in her career

Doing what she does best in an Ayleid ruin

Home sweet home


My previous character was Morghak gra-Durug, and Orc Crusader. She is the daughter of a noblewoman from Orsinium, and grew up in the shadow of her old sister, who always seemed to better at everything. Sick of being second fiddle, she left home and traveled to Cyrodiil to prove her worth. She did it by becoming champion of the Arena, taking the name The Iron Maiden (hey, I love the band, so I could not resist).

Morghak after a kill


The character before that was Ophelia (yes Hamlet and all), a Breton battlemage. Ophelia was a Mythic Dawn sleeper agent living in Bravil. Young, restless, wanting to do something meaningful with her life and feeling stifled and frustrated with a merely ordinary existence, she was a ready convert to the MD's message that the Nine Divines were usurpers who overthrew Lorkhan and have repressed humanity for the last umpteen thousand years. She was ready to save the world and lay down her life for the cause. Only unfortunately for her the Oblivion Crisis came and went without her ever receiving any orders. Left adrift in the aftermath, with no one even caring enough to hunt her down, she went from one Daedric shrine to another seeking to recapture the meaning of her life once more. Finally, after a rain of cheese in Niben Bay (thank you Jacki!), she found the Shivering Isles, and realized that this was what she was meant for. In time she became the Champion of Madness, Duchess of Mania, and finally the new and sexier Sheogorath.

Ophelia at the Azura shrine

Ophelia and Sheo

The Lady of Madness

This post has been edited by SubRosa: Jul 7 2010, 03:12 AM

[Destri Melarg]

I play on the console so no pictures, but I will participate by giving you a feel for my current character:

Hrolf of Skal, a.k.a Hrolf Half-Blind and Hrolf the Legless is a Nord warrior turned drunkard living modestly as a hunter in Bruma. When he’s not out killing deer or watching Legion Foresters shoot each other to death (stupid Imperials!), he can be found exercising his elbow and living up to his various names with his buddy, Ongar the World Weary, at Olav’s Tap and Tack.

He is recently returned from an involuntary stay in the Imperial City dungeon over the little matter of a comely Dunmer lass that he deflowered during a drunken binge in Cheydinhal. He vows that he will never hire out to a trade caravan again! The woman’s name was Llathasa or something, but everyone kept calling her ‘lady’. All he remembers about her is that she wore silk and smelled really good. Her husband didn’t take the news well at all when he found out. Hrolf made it all the way to the Bloated Float in the Imperial City where he was in the process of upholding Nordic honor by drinking a Redguard named Isleif under the table when the Imperial watch found him (stupid Imperials!).

Hrolf was visited by a number of hallucinations while sweating through the DTs in the Imperial City dungeon. In one of them the Emperor of all Tamriel came into his cell and set him free. He vaguely remembers being bitten by rats and bashing some goblins; and something about the jaws of Oblivion, illegitimate children, and being told that he seemed like a bard from the way he fought, but none of it makes sense to him. He awoke dirty and hung-over on a rock along the shore of Lake Rumare. All he had on his person was a pair of sack cloth pants, some rough leather armor, a big iron warhammer, eight beautiful sweating bottles of ale, and a jeweled necklace that he believes came from his Dunmer conquest in Cheydinhal. He refuses to speculate how he was able to smuggle the necklace past the guards who took him to his cell (stupid Imperials!).

He briefly tried to make a go of it in the Arena, but those idiots were genuinely trying to kill him! The Redguard who booked the matches paid him the same as some tree-hugging fetcher from Falinesti . . . the man acted like he had never seen a genuine son of Skyrim before! After that he swore off anything having to do with the so-called Empire (stupid Imperials!) and returned to Bruma. At least he got a free set of armor out of the deal, but given the climate of Bruma the dress that the Redguard gave him wasn't of much use. He thinks that he can unload the armor and the necklace with his buddy Ongar, if he can ever pin the man down enough to make him realize that the fact that he is a fence for the Thieves Guild is the worst-kept secret in Bruma!