Lucius' story is mostly told in pics and the dark one's in the general thread, so I might write an occasional story with my new character here. I probably won't write about him too often but still...
...I've been intending to create this type of character for about a year and a half.

I had the name, I had the backstory, I knew what would he do, but the burden which I put on me, was the appearance. I knew exactly how I wanted this character to look like but whenever I tried (four to five times altogether in the past year), I failed miserably. For me appearance is one of the most important traits, not because I want my characters to look beautiful but I want to feel that "special something" when I look at them, I want their faces to express their soul, I don't want to get bored of them, so to speak.
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"You've seen the true face of the Empire here today. You should join the fight for free Skyrim!" said Ralof to his silent friend with whom they teamed up after being almost executed by the Imperial Legion in Helgen. "But where are my manners?! The name is Ralof. Pleased to meet you, kinsman," he said and extended his hand for shaking.
"Aard," said the short-haired Nord with a deep voice, shook Ralof's hand and smiled vaguely.
"We better get moving. We'll be safer once we get to Riverwood. My sister Gerdur runs a mill there."
"Yeah...you told me already. Say...why were Imperials after you?""Seriously, you don't know? That was Ulfric Stormcloak himself!"
"Ulfric who?""Oh right, they said you were captured crossing the border. Still, I'm surprised you haven't heard of Ulfric. He's our leader - the leader of Stormcloaks."
"Which means...?""Surely even down in Cyrodiil people have heard news of the war in Skyrim?" asked Ralof, surprise in his voice.
"Surely...I didn't pay much attention to...to what was going on outside Cyrodiil. Being...busy." "The Nords are tired of spending our blood fighting against the Empire's wars, and paying for the Empire's decadence with our taxes. Ulfric is our rightful High King. He's leading the fight to drive the Empire out of Skyrim, once and for all."
"Mhm.""We need people like you to fight for Skyrim's freedom. You should head to Windhelm and join the Stormcloaks!"
"Hmm...may...be."In that time four bandits came running by, chasing a deer. But when they spotted two travelers, they figured that they will have more use of their septims than of some meat. They surely frightened Ralof because he ran ahead, leaving Aard alone to deal with a pair of melee fighters and another pair of archers. Nonetheless, within a few minutes, all of them were dead, their septims, gems and potions now in Aard's pockets.
He continued down the road but Ralof was nowhere to be seen.
"Maybe..even better."If Ralof knew who was his mysterious companion, he might not like him as much. Aard was almost hanged in Bruma for a kidnapping of some noble that went horribly wrong, but he escaped the night before the execution. It didn't last long, though, after crossing the border he was caught by Imperials again, however this time he was almost beheaded when the dragon flew over his head, saving him.
Aard's life was not a happy one - first it was him that suffered from violence but as he grew up, roles changed. Extortions, kidnappings, larcenies, a murder here and there...all of this accompanied by plenty bottles of wine and skooma vials didn't contribute in forming a kind man. But Aard didn't know how to live any other life. He came to Skyrim to escape the justice and now he was a free man, he could do anything he wanted.
Windhelm sounded like a good place to go. It sounded like a city of Nords so he shouldn't have troubles there. But joining an army? Not in a hundred of years. He'll definitely find something else to do there. Something that will suit him.
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Aard later came to Riverwood but didn't have enough gold to afford a room at the Sleeping Giant Inn, so Delphine
kindly told him that this is not a Temple of Mara. He met a traveling merchant and bought some skooma, then moved on. Currently he's in a cave called White River Watch and has cleared it of its denizens. He only spared one -
Ulfr the Blind - Aard didn't feel that killing a blind man who left him alone, would change anything on this good-for-nothing world.