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I have a background too for him...but it's very long. I'll just start, if it will be interesting enough I'll continue. Sorry about my english^^

When he was a child, he was a little and insignificant boy of a poor village close to Cyrodiil borders, not far from Bruma. He was often beaten by the older kids, until her sister came in his aid. He loved her sister...she was only 5 years older than him but she was like a second mother for him. She always protected him, he would do anything for her...but when that day came he failed. The Thalmors burned everything, killing and spreading chaos into the villagers. Everyone fleed, and he too...leaving his dad, his mom and his sister back screaming to him to save himself don't caring of them.
He run for several days, until he came to a camp. A raiders camp, but he was lucky as the blacksmith of the camp was an old man of good heart who adopted and grew him as his assistant until he became a good blacksmith and an excellent thief. He was very smart, grew strong and have good will training with sword. So he became soon a raider, and he started to loot, steal and kill...he did many bad things he would never forget, driven by a rage he has hidden and forgotten inside his heart. Until the day, while he was scouting the roads close to Cheydinal with some raider fellows, an imperial patrol intercepted and killed them all except him...he was tossed on a cart, and the last words he heard before becoming unconscious had been "we found the last Stormcloak the commander wanted...perhaps he's not, but who knows or cares of this scum...*laugh* Go ! Helgen, last stop"