Setting: 4E201, roughly the same time as the early stage of TESV: Skyrim, in the imperial province of Skyrim, and the neighboring areas.
Background: The province of Skyrim is in turmoil. The High King is dead, and the throne is contested. A civil war has begun, turning brothers against each other. As tensions rise, another threat shows its face, dragons have returned to the world. In the west, the men and women of the Forsworn have risen against the Nords. In the midst of this is a single hero, the Dragonborn, a warrior said to have the blood of the dragons themselves coursing through their veins. After the destruction of Helgen and the slaying of Mirmulnir, the earth shook as the Dragonborn was summoned to High Hrothgar, on the Throat of the World.
Some specific rules for this RP
The Dragonborn is to be left as an unknown. Gender and race is different dependent on who you ask, ie. a Nord might be sure he/she is a Nord, while an Imperial might think he/she is a Imperial, etc. A Stormcloak supporter would say the Dragonborn is a Stomcloak, and Imperial Supporter would say he/she is a Imperial Supporter. In addition to this, were at a point in the plot of Skyrim where the Dragonborn has not become the leader of any sort of faction.
For the sake of the RP, the cities are somewhat more populated.
Glass, Ebony, and Deadric armour are super rare, and out of the reach of pretty much everyone. Especially Daedric.This goes for weapons as well. Enchantments are less rare, but are not incredibly powerful for most people, i.e., your characters.
If you aren't that familiar with the Elder Scrolls, this is a pretty solid wiki. http://www.uesp.net/
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Race: Dark elf/Dunmer
Appearance:Fairly standard features for a Dunmer, Shoulder-length black hair, and a short beard. MIssing half of his left ear, and has a long scar running down the left side of his face, through the eye, which is white and blind.
Weapons:Two hand axes (Elven) A simple hunting bow, and twenty steel arrows. \
Remove helmet, replace skulls with animal skulls.
Meric pulled the arrow from the corpse of the wolf he had just killed. He was north of Whiterun, a stag he had been tracking for a week had led him on a chase throughout the hold. He looked at the corpse next to the wolf's. A whole week wasted. He turned back to the wolf, and kicked it. The most infuriating aspect of this situation is the fact that some lone wolf had done this. Had it been a group Meric might have made more then he would have off of his stag. Fortunately the pelt was still salvageable, and he could probably get something for the wolf. He pulled a small knife from his belt, and got to work.
He was halfway done with the wolf when the world shook. A massive wall of sound rolled at him from behind. Meric dropped his knife and whirled, drawing an axe. Nothing. Nothing except the Throat of the World in the distance. The sound, whatever it was was still echoing off of the distant mountains. He let out a shaky breath. A sound like that could only be a giant, or perhaps... there had been talk of dragons lately. He slowly put his axe away, and picked his knife back up. The Greybeards Meric pondered this as he continued to skin the wolf.
Whiterun was a short walk away. He entered the city, sold the pelts and some of the meat he had gathered, and headed to the Bannered Mar