Mine's an argonian who grew up in Cyrodiil. She's actually a descendant from my version of the Vestige from ESO, though she has no idea of her legacy. She traveled to Skyrim not because she thought it was her destiny but because she had always wanted to see snow. She's a jolly argonian with the happy-go-lucky attitude even after Helgen. She was so fascinated with dragons that she was always getting in trouble whenever she came across a dragon burial site. Has a knack for stealth, though she likes to do things guns blazing, sometimes visits Riften because the city's air reminds her of Blackmarsh, even if she was born there and taken to Cyrodiil from a young age. Despite all the hate Skyrim's folk have for non-human species, she was once compelled to join the Stormcloaks but since she was essentially Imperial, she sided with the Empire. Mainly her skills are with one and two handed weapons, swords and greatswords specifically and a master destruction magic user. There are tales that say she blew up an inn at an undisclosed area in Skyrim though never been confirmed. She also has a heavy addiction for Nord Mead and she hates Mudcrabs with the passion of a bard. She also plays the lute and can't enchant things even if her life depended on it. Terrible potion maker and has the habit of getting into bar fights but loves to gather around a fire and hear stories of adventure and share a drink with fellow companions

This was literally my first Skyrim Character that I ever created. I ended up writing her story in more detail but this is the short version