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[Remalle]

You are shackled by the wrists and ankles to a blackened stone wall.  Stripped of your garments, beaten and burned.  A cloaked Thalmor interrogator sits before you with a quill and parchment.
"Your name, prisoner," he demands.
It is...

Spoiler: Words from the GM (click to show/hide)

Hello and welcome to my Elder Scrolls-themed suggestion game.  As you can see, you are currently a prisoner of the Thalmor.  The game takes place more-or-less concurrently with the events of Skyrim.  I'll take whichever (reasonable) suggestion gets the most votes, and if there's a tie I'll take whatever I like better.  Before you rush to vote on names, however, I'll need a physical description (including race and gender) and general background as well.

You have an opportunity to get a look at yourself in the gilded breastplate of the guard across the room from you.  Though you've got a few more cuts, burns and bruises than the last time you had a look at yourself, you've still got all your important bits where they belong.
You are...

From behind his ornate wooden table the haughty altmer continues his questioning.  You briefly reflect on your past, and the choices that may have led to your capture and arrest.  Or, perhaps, the reason you're in a Thalmor prison is totally unrelated.
You were...

[Reudh]

Jubba, a Sload Necromancer.

[MrWillsauce]

Bubba, a redguard warrior who loves shrimp.

[Gamerlord]

Jubba, a Sload Necromancer.

+1

[escaped lurker]

You are...
Tiz'valel
Male Khajiit - Suthay-raht
Learned Trader and "Opportunist"

While they have pulled out some of your white whiskers, most of your beige-reddish fur is still intact. From your chin, downwards your belly, following the underside of your tail your fur sports a muddy white. (Think of a puma)

You were...
Born in Elsweyr to a trading family, your choice of trade has brought you to Skyrim in recent years. Smuggling the sweet nectar of the Gods - Moon Sugar - has caused you to be at odds with the Thalmor, wich do not approve of partaking this elemental part of your culture. It might also have to do with the Skooma you had on you, or the bloody Thalmor-Robe that one of these rebellious nords traded in. You are not quite sure what exactly is brought up against you at the moment, but it does indeed not look good for you. Here is hope that those hot irons are only for decoration...

[IronyOwl]

Jubba, a Sload Necromancer.

+1

[MrWillsauce]

I can get behind Jubba if he also loves shrimp. Undead shrimp are acceptable.

[mastahcheese]

I can get behind Jubba if he also loves shrimp. Undead shrimp are acceptable.

+1 to Jubba the shrimp-loving Necro.

[Remalle]

I should've specified: playable races, please.

Edit: bah, never mind.  I'll go with it.

[mastahcheese]

Woo! We broke the game before it even started!

[jetex1911]

You are...
Tiz'valel
Male Khajiit - Suthay-raht
Learned Trader and "Opportunist"

While they have pulled out some of your white whiskers, most of your beige-reddish fur is still intact. From your chin, downwards your belly, following the underside of your tail your fur sports a muddy white. (Think of a puma)

You were...
Born in Elsweyr to a trading family, your choice of trade has brought you to Skyrim in recent years. Smuggling the sweet nectar of the Gods - Moon Sugar - has caused you to be at odds with the Thalmor, wich do not approve of partaking this elemental part of your culture. It might also have to do with the Skooma you had on you, or the bloody Thalmor-Robe that one of these rebellious nords traded in. You are not quite sure what exactly is brought up against you at the moment, but it does indeed not look good for you. Here is hope that those hot irons are only for decoration...

[Ozarck]

We are taller than average, heavier than average, with scars that make a crooked 'x' across our left shoulder and a shapeless birthmark on our left hip. We are quite proud of our masculinity (whether justified or not). We have amber/brown eyes and bushy eyebrows, a long straight nose, and a wide mouth. We are from the town of Hatte. We are Jubba the Hatte. We like shrimp. Especially undead shrimp.

This post kinda got away from me at the end there.

[Reudh]

We are taller than average, heavier than average, with scars that make a crooked 'x' across our left shoulder and a shapeless birthmark on our left hip. We are quite proud of our masculinity (whether justified or not). We have amber/brown eyes and bushy eyebrows, a long straight nose, and a wide mouth. We are from the town of Hatte. We are Jubba the Hatte. We like shrimp. Especially undead shrimp.

This post kinda got away from me at the end there.

I assume we're a sload.

[Remalle]

Jubba, a Sload Necromancer.

+1

Spoiler: Words from the GM (click to show/hide)

I'm just gonna use this space to tell you how much I hate you all.

Kidding!  Mostly.

You are a young Sload, a novice necromancer, bearer of the proud name "Jubba".  You glower at the high elf interrogator, who glares back at you with equal hatred.
"And what were you doing in the Nordic ruin known locally as 'East Cliff Barrow' five nights ago?"
"Gathering raw material for an experiment the details of which do not concern the likes of you."
"What sort of 'experiment'?"
"As stated, one which bears no relevance for you.  Suffice it to say this one was not expecting to find anybody... alive, within."
The Thalmor looks at you for a long moment before sighing and rolling up his parchment.  "I imagine you will be rather more willing to talk tomorrow," he says evenly, before leaving the torture chamber.
You are now alone in the small room with a Thalmor soldier, who polishes his glass spear disinterestedly.  Your hands are bound, your possessions were confiscated when you were captured in East Cliff Barrow, and you doubt you'd be able to come to an arrangement with a non-Sload, especially not an altmer.
What now?

Spoiler: Prisoner (click to show/hide)

Jubba the Sload
Novice Necromancer

Skills:
Apprentice Conjuration
Novice Alchemy
Novice Destruction
Novice Enchanting
Novice One-Handed

Spells:
Bound Sword
Candlelight
Clairvoyance
Conjure Familiar
Healing
Raise Zombie
Sparks

[Reudh]

You begin to speak.

"Altmer, you should stop polishing that glass spear so much. You might go blind."