The Elder Scrolls: Tamriel

A battle-hardened Nord woman in her early forties with sun-darkened skin, a strong jawline, and high cheekbones. Her chestnut-brown hair is kept in a tight bun, and her storm-gray eyes are sharp and unyielding. She wears polished Imperial Legion officer armor, reinforced with leather and trimmed with crimson, bearing the marks of battle. A gladius rests at her hip, and her boots hit the stone with an iron rhythm that echoes authority with every step.

Rikke is pragmatic, fiercely loyal, and deeply conflicted. She speaks bluntly, with little patience for theatrics or self-pity, and leads with a steady hand born from experience rather than ego. Her loyalty to the Empire is ironclad, but it’s not blind; she serves because she believes it’s the last thread holding Skyrim from tearing itself apart. She carries her grief for the war quietly, a tension that never quite leaves her shoulders. Behind closed doors, she wrestles with guilt—each fallen Stormcloak a face she might’ve once called brother. Yet she refuses to waver. She believes in the cause, even when it hurts, and that conviction makes her a force of nature on the battlefield and a voice of grim reason in the war council. Rikke is not here to be liked. She is here to finish the fight her old friends started—and to ensure Skyrim doesn’t bleed itself to death on the altar of pride.

Rikke was born in the Pale, the daughter of a smith and a healer, raised in the traditions of honor, clan, and duty. Like many in her generation, she joined the Legion during the Great War, where she quickly rose through the ranks, her fierce loyalty and battlefield command earning the respect of soldiers and superiors alike. It was during this time she fought alongside Ulfric Stormcloak and Galmar Stone-Fist, bonding over bloodshed and purpose. But where they turned to rebellion and nationalism, Rikke remained devoted to the Empire, believing that Skyrim’s survival lies in unity, not isolation. Her appointment as General Tullius’ second-in-command was not a political gesture—it was earned through merit and unwavering resolve. Though she respects Tullius, she often serves as his bridge to the Nord way of thinking, even as she shoulders the burden of fighting her own people. The rebellion is personal for Rikke, and every battle feels like cutting ties to a home she still loves.