skyrim stormcloak

Hi my name is Ulfric Stormcloak and I have a long stormy cloak(that’s how I got my name) with fur that reaches my midback and swamp green eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Ysgramor (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Talos but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a nord but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white skin. I’m also a jarl, and I rule windhelm. I’m a stormcloak (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly cloaks. I love cloaks and I wear them with all my clothes. For example today I was wearing a Grey cloak and silver armor, and black pants, with silver bracers and boots. I was walking outside Windhelm. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of imperials stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.

Hi my name is Jarl Ulfric Windhelm Stormcloak the first and i have medium-length storm-blonde hair (that’s how i got my name) with brown streaks and small braids that reaches my shoulders and hazel eyes like dragon’s tongue flowers and a lot of people tell me i look like Tiber Septim (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Talos but i wish i was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a Nord but my facial hair is neat and brown. I have pale white skin. I’m also a user of the Thu’um and i live in a cold place called Windhelm where i sit on the throne (I’m the Jarl). I’m a stormcloak (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly fur. I love the marketplace and I buy all my armor from there. For example today I was wearing a fur-trimmed coat with matching leather straps around it and unique fine armgaurds, and pleated shoes. I was wearing dark mascara, dirt on my face, and some subtle scars. I was walking around in Skyrim. It was snowing and more snowing so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of imperials stared at me. I put my middle finger up at them.

what she says: i’m fine
what she means: Terrible and powerful Talos! We, your unworthy servants, give praise! For only through your grace and benevolence may we truly reach enlightenment! And deserve our praise you do, for we are one! Ere you ascended and the Eight became Nine, you walked among us, great Talos, not as god, but as man! Talos the mighty! Talos the unerring! Talos the unassailable! To you we give praise! We are but maggots, writhing in the filth of our own corruption! While you have ascended from the dung of mortality, and now walk among the stars! But you were once man! Aye! And as man, you said, ‘Let me show you the power of Talos Stormcrown, born of the North, where my breath is long winter.’ 'I breathe now, in royalty, and reshape this land which is mine. I do this for you, Red Legions, for I love you! Aye, love. Love! Even as man, great Talos cherished us. For he saw in us, in each of us, the future of Skyrim! The future of Tamriel! And there it is, friends! The ugly truth! We are the children of man! Talos is the true god of man! Ascended from flesh, to rule the realm of spirit! The very idea is inconceivable to our Elven overlords! Sharing the heavens with us? With man? Ha! They can barely tolerate our presence on earth! Today, they take away your faith. But what of tomorrow? What then? Do the elves take your homes? Your businesses? Your children? Your very lives? And what does the Empire do? Nothing! Nay, worse than nothing! The Imperial machine enforces the will of the Thalmor! Against its own people! So rise up! Rise up, children of the Empire! Rise up, Stormcloaks! Embrace the word of mighty Talos, he who is both man and Divine! For we are the children of man! And we shall inherit the heavens and earth! And we, not the Elves or their toadies, will rule Skyrim! Forever!