So,basically I am a Skyrim fanatic. I love the game and I think it's incredibly awesome. I spend a lot of time playing the
game actually. And I was so fond of it that I made a video about it which I
hope to put on my you tube channel eventually. It's pretty low budget but it
was fun. Anyways! To the story I am attempting to write. If anyone likes it I might
keep it going, but if not I'll just clear it from the threads. Sorry if the format seems kind of screwed up. I'm having issues fixing it. Henceforth, we
begin.

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I enjoy telling myself good things, but it is another thing to believe them. After the death of my
parents in that dreadful murder accident, through living my childhood and
teenager days with a family of dark elves, after growing up with the only
knowledge of hunting by bow and sneaking about by night just for food, after
being charged for some criminal act I did not complete and near facing death
itself, and after fighting a powerful dragon that willed my demise at Helgen,
have seen more than many elves have.

In order to live, my
brothers and sisters may be swindlers and thieves or pickpockets and murderers,
but I settle for greatness. I want to help the people. Well, more than I want
to pickpocket and steal anyways. But that is unnecessary! Who am I? Well, I am
a Wood Elf. A great and fearless warrior with a passion of cave diving and
bringing justice to my people! I am an Elf with a great passion for decorating
homes and watching handsome men, with little enjoyment for deep water and
slaughterfish, bearing great happiness in finding fancy weapons and containing
one of the most adventurous of souls. I am strong, I am powerful and
independent! I am… Dragonborn.