Well, I have already thought about the background of my very first character in Skyrim, when the game arrives at home. It will be an Argonian, I really fancy amphibians, they are nice creatures. I will play on Hard difficulty level, which is the most balanced difficulty level, as far I know.
I'm male. So he will be an argonian male. (I will take pics of my character when I get the game)
THE STORY OF MY CHARACTER
His name is Toaddio Vir Perdeulove. A good-natured, kind, well loved guy, the son of an argonian female who is a bondservant of a wealthy family of Imperials whose husband, and father of Toaddio, decided to live his life in a retired place, under some tall trees to try to forget a bad experience he had when he fell in love and the pain in his heart because he is unable to earn enough money to take his wife with him. However, he is not with his wife because he doesn't try enough, not because of his lack of money, something he doesn't realize, and the reason is he can't stop thinking about his one true love -a young woman who married another person- and that is his greatest failing and curse in life, to the point that he can't get over it, and it seems he never will. This is why he knows he will never save his wife, because his mind and will are in another place, and belong to a different person. He exiled himself from his own life because of the neverending pain in his chest. He is a lost cause, a fact deeply aggravated by the loss and death of one of his sons.
Yes, Toaddio also had a brother, who lived with his grandmother. She died relatively young because of a strange skin illness, which happen in rare cases but argonians are prone to suffer from it given the fact that their skin is fragile and velvety. His brother could never overcome the death of such a wonderful person, and carry on with his life. However, his actual pain was of a very different nature, and one day he thought it was enough and he committed suicide. After that, -his suicide happened because of a very bad experience with love, a family thing-, Toaddio lost the only person who brought him happiness in this world. Deep down he knew his destiny, and he decided it was time to seek glory, ventures, or either his life would be only oblivion, pain and death. He didn't know but there was something special about him that could change his life and the life of others forever.
When his brother died, and despite the appearances and having parents, he knew he was alone in the world. They took him away from his mother when he was a child and his father isn't emotionally well to take care of him. His grandfather also died. He appeared to be in good health, but when he was still in the egg, he suffered from an illness called "egg pain", which doesn't manifest at a young age, but it's chronic, and painful when argonians get old. It deprives them of mobility and causes a long suffering.
Even if his grandfather was healthy -which he wasn't-, his personality showed obvious flaws. His grandfather, as a grown up, wasn't very responsible, considerate of other people, he didn't pay his own bills -nor moral or material debts-, nor did his own laundry, and was a heavy smoker of skooma, apart from drinking a lot, and he seemed to do that because of his dull personality, although he began taking these bad habits when he was very young, the typical things that kids do thinking it makes them cool. Also, his father killed his mother because one day they started arguing, and his father accidentally overdid it and caused severe damage to her. His grandfather never got over it...
So Toaddio, one fine morning decided it was enough. He felt captive in his life and an inner voice was telling him that he was meant for really important ventures, thus he decided to leave his native Argonia. He was about to fulfill his destiny as a prodigal member of the argonian race and their finest person since they exist.
That morning was a very sad one. He took his scarce belongings and wrapped them up in a woolen cloth. He took a pole and hanged the woolen cloth in one of the ends. He lifted it on his shoulder and he felt ready to leave his beloved native land. A land where melancholy and homesickness seemed to be synonyms to its name.
His moist, humid homeland, where marshes and water flowered free, was one of the most beautiful places in all Tamriel. Leaving was very painful, like when an english leave England or you were born in Seattle and lived there all your life and have to leave, the melancholy envelops you if you are far from home. His eyes grew misty, and feelings of deep sadness and affection for his unforgettable homeland welled up inside him.
He began walking and closed his eyes and drifted on soft, wispy clouds trying to recall every place, forest, essence, taste, and smell of his beloved Argonia, its virgin Islands, and healthy water. He looked up to the mountains, with his tear soaked eyes, something inside him, beyond his will, told him to go to the north, and find the happiness and the love he had been needing and looking for, and wanting for so long. He knew that someday he would marry, and that the tales of dragons he used to read when he was a child acknowledged him of their existance, even if incredulous people had never seen them, they were among us.
He had to be strong. He let his fears subside and leaned into the soil of Argonia a bit, like when the Pope used to kiss the soil of every country he visited, but without kissing it, just letting his heart melding into the ground as he knew it was the time to depart.
After a long while he pulled away, and wiped away his tears, and so lovingly looked within the ground, he saw his native land love for him, so strong and so soul wrenching, as if the earth wanted to pull him into it. It's hardly surprising that he promised he would be back. In that very moment he began his journey, to reach the Skyrim border.
When he got there he was captured, accused of stealing a hen, but he wasn't guilty, he would never do that because he is herbivore, something that the Imperial guards didn't know about some varieties of argonians. He had no money in that little package hanging from the pole on his shoulder, so the guards imprisoned him. His mother died that day, too. They were about to accuse him of murder, but it became obvious it wasn't him. Someone told his mother her son has left Argonia and she began to cry. She also needed some freedom and being with her son. He was her only true love. But when she was on the run to reunite with her son, she was unjustly killed. It's no surprise her son hates injustices. He also has a strong dislike for flies, but that's another story. The unfairness of some events in his life was about to change, and fortune would smile on him.
The magic of Argonia was with him. He is an artist of survival and strong will. He will learn a lot with age. And he will become the last bastion of the arcane wisdom.
From now on I am Toaddio, an argonian romantic and I will live in Skyrim.
I'm male. So he will be an argonian male. (I will take pics of my character when I get the game)
THE STORY OF MY CHARACTER
His name is Toaddio Vir Perdeulove. A good-natured, kind, well loved guy, the son of an argonian female who is a bondservant of a wealthy family of Imperials whose husband, and father of Toaddio, decided to live his life in a retired place, under some tall trees to try to forget a bad experience he had when he fell in love and the pain in his heart because he is unable to earn enough money to take his wife with him. However, he is not with his wife because he doesn't try enough, not because of his lack of money, something he doesn't realize, and the reason is he can't stop thinking about his one true love -a young woman who married another person- and that is his greatest failing and curse in life, to the point that he can't get over it, and it seems he never will. This is why he knows he will never save his wife, because his mind and will are in another place, and belong to a different person. He exiled himself from his own life because of the neverending pain in his chest. He is a lost cause, a fact deeply aggravated by the loss and death of one of his sons.
Yes, Toaddio also had a brother, who lived with his grandmother. She died relatively young because of a strange skin illness, which happen in rare cases but argonians are prone to suffer from it given the fact that their skin is fragile and velvety. His brother could never overcome the death of such a wonderful person, and carry on with his life. However, his actual pain was of a very different nature, and one day he thought it was enough and he committed suicide. After that, -his suicide happened because of a very bad experience with love, a family thing-, Toaddio lost the only person who brought him happiness in this world. Deep down he knew his destiny, and he decided it was time to seek glory, ventures, or either his life would be only oblivion, pain and death. He didn't know but there was something special about him that could change his life and the life of others forever.
When his brother died, and despite the appearances and having parents, he knew he was alone in the world. They took him away from his mother when he was a child and his father isn't emotionally well to take care of him. His grandfather also died. He appeared to be in good health, but when he was still in the egg, he suffered from an illness called "egg pain", which doesn't manifest at a young age, but it's chronic, and painful when argonians get old. It deprives them of mobility and causes a long suffering.
Even if his grandfather was healthy -which he wasn't-, his personality showed obvious flaws. His grandfather, as a grown up, wasn't very responsible, considerate of other people, he didn't pay his own bills -nor moral or material debts-, nor did his own laundry, and was a heavy smoker of skooma, apart from drinking a lot, and he seemed to do that because of his dull personality, although he began taking these bad habits when he was very young, the typical things that kids do thinking it makes them cool. Also, his father killed his mother because one day they started arguing, and his father accidentally overdid it and caused severe damage to her. His grandfather never got over it...
So Toaddio, one fine morning decided it was enough. He felt captive in his life and an inner voice was telling him that he was meant for really important ventures, thus he decided to leave his native Argonia. He was about to fulfill his destiny as a prodigal member of the argonian race and their finest person since they exist.
That morning was a very sad one. He took his scarce belongings and wrapped them up in a woolen cloth. He took a pole and hanged the woolen cloth in one of the ends. He lifted it on his shoulder and he felt ready to leave his beloved native land. A land where melancholy and homesickness seemed to be synonyms to its name.
His moist, humid homeland, where marshes and water flowered free, was one of the most beautiful places in all Tamriel. Leaving was very painful, like when an english leave England or you were born in Seattle and lived there all your life and have to leave, the melancholy envelops you if you are far from home. His eyes grew misty, and feelings of deep sadness and affection for his unforgettable homeland welled up inside him.
He began walking and closed his eyes and drifted on soft, wispy clouds trying to recall every place, forest, essence, taste, and smell of his beloved Argonia, its virgin Islands, and healthy water. He looked up to the mountains, with his tear soaked eyes, something inside him, beyond his will, told him to go to the north, and find the happiness and the love he had been needing and looking for, and wanting for so long. He knew that someday he would marry, and that the tales of dragons he used to read when he was a child acknowledged him of their existance, even if incredulous people had never seen them, they were among us.
He had to be strong. He let his fears subside and leaned into the soil of Argonia a bit, like when the Pope used to kiss the soil of every country he visited, but without kissing it, just letting his heart melding into the ground as he knew it was the time to depart.
After a long while he pulled away, and wiped away his tears, and so lovingly looked within the ground, he saw his native land love for him, so strong and so soul wrenching, as if the earth wanted to pull him into it. It's hardly surprising that he promised he would be back. In that very moment he began his journey, to reach the Skyrim border.
When he got there he was captured, accused of stealing a hen, but he wasn't guilty, he would never do that because he is herbivore, something that the Imperial guards didn't know about some varieties of argonians. He had no money in that little package hanging from the pole on his shoulder, so the guards imprisoned him. His mother died that day, too. They were about to accuse him of murder, but it became obvious it wasn't him. Someone told his mother her son has left Argonia and she began to cry. She also needed some freedom and being with her son. He was her only true love. But when she was on the run to reunite with her son, she was unjustly killed. It's no surprise her son hates injustices. He also has a strong dislike for flies, but that's another story. The unfairness of some events in his life was about to change, and fortune would smile on him.
The magic of Argonia was with him. He is an artist of survival and strong will. He will learn a lot with age. And he will become the last bastion of the arcane wisdom.
From now on I am Toaddio, an argonian romantic and I will live in Skyrim.
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Sadly though I walked into a cave with two strong magic users and my companion is no more 
By the way seem almost more a bunch of bug problems than others, how ever, a classic of Bethesda on the ps3... I can't believe they have the courage to release a game in this conditions, to me seem pretty obvious a beta testing never crossed the ps3 platform in a single moment of the development...
