My character is a Nord by the name of Rhoseth. He has black hair but not so black as to suck the light out of a room. He has green eyes, he is of upper medium build and his story is one of two very large sides of a dimensional coin.
In one world, the first world, he awakens in the cell of a sunken fortress. He is alone with nothing but a bed, a table, and an eerie statue of Mara. When he approaches it the statue talks to him and tells him to choose his destiny laying out options before him. After the initial shock of a talking statue he rejects the choices she gave him choosing instead to break out of the cell and make his own choices. He does not remember who he is, but as he travels on the road and meets various obstacles along the way (bears, wolves, a necromancer by one of the standing stones) he realizes that he has natural (or possibly previously honed) talents that he was not aware of. These include those of the sword, the shield, and the way of the killer. It should be noted that Rhoseth had a certain sociopathic tendencies in the way he viewed the world in those first days. As many adventurers do he made a living doing what he discovered he was good at in the city of Whiterun, bounty hunting.
After a few close calls and brazen attacks on bandit camps in broad daylight he learned the value of discretion and the hidden blade. Soon after, he realized he had a talent for these as well and made his way to Riften to seek those who could challenge him and teach him to be better. Stealing was a game to Rhoseth. When the Thieves Guild began giving him jobs Rhoseth knew that he could get the job done by killing guards and simply taking what he wanted, but it was infinitely more interesting to him to infiltrate without being seen.
Rhoseth's work for the Thieves Guild took him all over Skyrim. Every time he visited a new hold he accepted several new jobs in the area. Rhoseth wasn't and isn't an evil man. That should be noted. However, in the early days he did not have a history, he did not have memories, and he was busy discovering who he was. He wasn't the type to go on a rampage and kill innocent people for the sake of it. If there was coin, maybe, but that was because Rhoseth didn't have anyone he really cared about. Even the Thieves guild was more of an means to an end to Rhoseth.
For the most part Rhoseth traveled on foot when going from one hold to the next. So naturally he funded himself quite nicely by crawling through dungeons along the way and obtaining copious amounts of loot. Every once in a while in these dungeons he would stumble across a word wall. When he approached them words would glow and spirits would chant. This would terrify some, but Rhoseth felt empowered by it for reasons he couldn't fathom.
As the story goes he inevitably stumbled upon the events at helgen and became wrapped up in the events at the watch tower and MirMulNir the Dragon. (Using Enhanced Mighty Dragons on here so it was quite a fight.) Rhoseth was Dragonborn, no doubt about that. Rhoseth could have gone to the graybeards. Climbed the steps and what not, but Rhoseth was not one to be summoned. No disrespect to anyone, mind you, Rhoseth merely had an agenda that was more important to him. Then the dragons came. One after another and each stronger and stranger than the last.
On his way back to Riften he took shelter in a cave by the name of Echo Deep Mine. There he discovered a doorway which led him to the island of Falskaar. By this time Rhoseth was a decent swordsman, but not excellent. He could sneak, but he could also get caught. He could cast illusions and conjure blades, but he could not turn invisible and he could not summon the most dangerous creatures of Oblivion or even a bow. Falskaar was a challenge. There were no Dragons but the men and creatures there fought with real ferocity.
The events of Falskaar had a profound effect on Rhoseth although he didn't realize it at the time. He had encountered new things there. He had encountered deadly foes, betrayals, and dark magics, yes. However, he did not encounter these things alone. He fought with those willing to give their lives for him as much as they trusted him to do the same for them. Whats more, he began to TRUST them as well. He began to care about these people. This was not the usual apathy Rhoseth felt for those around him.
When he finally did return to Dawnstar with the events of Falskaar concluded he could not help but feel as though he had left something precious behind. He could return, its true, but Rhoseth knew that his time there was finished. He would have to discover that again elsewhere. It didn't help that a dragon attacked Dawnstar immediately after he arrived. It was a very draining battle with lots of casualties. Too many casualties (mostly guards because I have the when dragons/vampires attack mod).
As Rhoseth journeyed to rediscover the kinship he had acquired in Falskaar he eventually became a member of the Dark Brotherhood. At the time Rhoseth thought it held everything he was looking for. It offered (or at least advertised) family and a way to use his skills in the only way he knew how. And so Rhoseth continued to steal and kill. These acts did not bother him, morally anyway. They allowed him to get to see all sides of the people in Skyrim both dark and light. It taught him many things but also made him feel somewhat hollow inside. Rhoseth killed a LOT of people with his own two hands. Probably more than most of the people in Tamriel's history. Thankfully Rhoseth had D (Short for Diana).
D was an imperial in the Dark Brotherhood (My excuse for her is that she was one of the random assassins sent after the Dohvakiin in vanilla skyrim. I added her in myself as a companion). D was a hard woman who took pride in the work she did as part of the bloody business. She was one of the best available and had a reputation further south in Cyrodiil where, until this time, she had been contracted to frame the murder of a master carpenter on gang of local street thugs in Bruma. His rival's business was tanking due to this Breton so the Dark Brotherhood had been contacted. In a surprise twist she had then been contracted by the Breton's wife for the purpose of revenge. There was a lot of blood, poison, and wine that day.
That is all beside the point of course, the point is that D gave Rhoseth some much needed advice. It wasn't emotional or philosophical advice so much as it was direction.
Unfortunately I must go now. My time is literally up. This is a very broad and dumbed down version of something much MUCH larger I'm afraid. There are, after all, still two sides to the coin. If anyone is interested I may finish this over the weekend.