You, dragonborn: becomes archmage in three days, cant even use magic, screams at a dragon killing it instantly. Eat only the finest cheeses and picture of health. Everyone loves you
Me, nerevarine: riddled with disease, drinking swill and rat piss lost in a blight storm near a volcano while a disgraced god whispers into my brain, constantly assailed by cliff racers and ash ghouls, just to find and kneecap a mages guild member that wont pay his dues. Not even sure if im an actual member or just a thug for them. sometimes using magic makes me faint. Everyone hates me and many actively are trying to kill me