Played it a bit. Here's what happens.
I, Dovakhiin, slayer of fucking dragons, uniter of Skyrim, general of the Stormcloaks, personally chosen by half a dozen Daedric princes, toppler of cities, assassin of emperors, want to join the Companions. So I stroll through the door.
And the motherfucker greets me with a "Howdy, stranger, you don't look like much, guess you wanna be famous. You fucking nobody."