I was born in Windhelm, Breton mother and imperial father. We all lived on a farm, where one day bandits attacked out of no where killing everything but me. I survived by stealing until i meet Vex's who was on a mission for the thieves guild. When she saw my talents in the art of stealth she gave me a pleasant invitation to a New life style.
Born in Solitude. I am the son of the Wolflord monarchs. My father was a Grey Wolf, my mother is a Winter Wolf. My father was usurped by a cruel felinthrope by the name of Leopold the Lion. He murdered my brothers and sisters and set the keep on fire, blaming their deaths upon the flame. Leopold forced my mother to marry him, or to have all her fellow Winter Wolves in Winterhold killed. I was whisked away by a maid of my mother's and she and her husband raised my in Rorikstead. My father was an ex member of the guard of my father and showed me how to use the sword. When I discovered my... therianthropy, my adoptive parents decided that someone should show me how to control the animal within, so the Companions inner circle was able to help me. After learning to control the Wolf and some more with the sword, I was raised into the Companions' inner circle.
I was born in northern Skyrim, more specifically Dawnstar. Both of my parents were Nords, my father was a shipwright and my mother was a miner who met while they were young and eventually got married out of love. I was raised as a basic citizen and helped my father build ships and accompanied other sailors when they went off to trade with other holds. Both my mother and my father died of natural causes, a death befitting their kindred spirits, when I had reached my 24th year. I am now getting ready to leave Dawnstar for a life of adventure, all of those years sailing only helped to stir my wanderlust, and my current goal is to become a ranger who helps the average man with his problem and has fantastic adventures, which will no doubt be talked about for years to come.
Well my character has somewhat of a tale to tell.
You see: her parents had fled the Imperial City because of debt, poverty and hopes for a better life someplace else. They came to Skyrim and decided to settle down far from civilization, high in the western mountains. Here they made a simple, yet for them, comfortable living; until one day they heard screams rising with the wind from the valley below. The husband went to investigate, bringing with him his trusty hunting bow for safe measure. What he found in the valley below was to change his life forever. There lay, on the ground, a hooded Thalmor Justiciar desperately clutching a cloth bundle; beside the Justiciar stood a high-elven master assassin clad all in black. The assassin had not yet spotted the husband with the bow, and raised his sword to decapitate the Justiciar. It was then that the husband discovered that the cloth bundle contained a child, a baby and that the assassin was aiming his blade for that and not the Justiciar. Quickly he nocked an arrow to the string and let fly… the arrow struck the assassin right in his left temple, instantly killing him.
The husband knelt at the Thalmor who turned around and looked at him with two eyes as deep as lakes of black. She was badly wounded, cut multiple times. She whispered with the last of her strength: "take the child, keep her as far from men as possible, if they find out what she can do… what she is… they will kill her and crush the hopes for us all… soon the world eater will come, I have seen it in the stars" and then her black eyes closed and she was dead.
And so the husband and his wife raised the Altmer child as their own, far away in the western mountains of Skyrim… and well from there on my characters story sort of becomes complex.