Reminds me of Confessions of a Khajiit fur trader
I am Khajiit. I was born in Anvil and I lived in Benirus Manor. My English isn’t very good since it’s not my native language as I speak khajiiti language. What I heard from neighbors gossip, that old manor once haunted and cleared by my great grandfather. My parents are khajiit merchant that runs cargo shipping to and from Hammerfell and Valenwood. My great grandfather is a khajiit called The Terror of Tamriel and was a Champion of Imperial City Arena around 200 years ago. When I was a kitten, I have sailed across Abecean Sea with my parents until those mer from Aldmeri Dominion attacked Anvil. It was when I separated with my parents and lost them. I want revenge.
I went to Imperial City where those Aldmeri people stayed there. I saw those mer arrest many nords about Talos worshipping. I’ve heard many whispers from taverns to inns that many nords want to cross to Skyrim through Bruma, to return to their homeland where Talos hadn’t been banned and to join The Stormcloaks where people fought against Aldmeri Dominion.
I don’t really care about religion. So, I decided to join those nords in hope to avenge my parents. I take any job I can find and save up money for my revenge journey. I sharpen my skill by clearing dungeons and joined any guild I can find.
But something I’ve learned that Stormcloaks didn’t fight against Aldmeri Dominion. They fought for Skyrim’s freedom against their own kinsmen. Me, khajiit never fight against our own kinsmen. And I’m too late to turn back. The Imperial army caught me with those Stormcloaks. They took all my belonging and that nord named Hadvar even said: Looks like all khajiit always have trouble with them.
And for the worse, I took wrong door that let me escaped Helgen with Hadvar!
Okay, at least he is not as racist as other nords from Skyrim. So I went to Whiterun to report to the Jarl about dragon attack and the story goes as you all know it well.
Sorry if too long
In Skyrim? I was born in Solitude to a couple of alchemists who had set up shop. Though I was gifted in the craft and had some talent in magic, I didn't pursue either as I had other ideas, namely the Bard's college. I now write the tales of adventurers who have had too much to drink at the Winking Skeever as 'historical' fiction.
Breton born in the Reach, living as a traveller, either sleeping at inns or camping in the woods, awaiting contracts. I'm the Dark Brotherhood's on the scene man, can be at anywhere in Skyrim completely unoticed withing a day. No way of tracking or killing me, I am a ghost, living off of the food I hunt and the water of the mountains. I use magic to slip in through the walls of the cities without a soul noticing, and slip out just as easily. I watch you from the roof, I watch you from the gutter. I watch you in the alleys and in the crowd. No one is safe.
Also I ride a giant green chicken.
On my RP characters, I usually never have a backstory that includes being in Skyrim for any notable length of time, simply because the game is set there. Sooner or later you should have met someone who knew you, which obviously doesn't happen.
However, the few times I do make a Skyrim born character, I tend to go with being from a very secluded Nord village that is mostly separated from the rest of Skyrim. I know there is at least one village like that in the lore somewhere, but I can't remember its name.