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Name: Agroha Lumbump

Age: 18          

Race: Orsimer

Sexuality: Heterosexual(?)

Occupation: Skye’s Slave

Love Interest(s): ??? (Possibly Skye)

Family: Yagmorz Lumbump (Father), Shazbub Lumbump (Uncle) [deceased]

Weapon(s): Her fists

Background:

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This isn't fair... I... I was never this weak before... This is my uncle's... Nay, my father's fault! I used to be the proud daughter of a bustling stronghold to the northwest. My wit and strength aided me in becoming one of my tribe's most brutal warriors and its wise woman. Powerful in mind, body, and my position within the stronghold, I should have been happy with all that I had in life. I should have been content with my standing. Yet I dreamed for the day that I could roam Skyrim like my uncle and father before me...

 

Even with that being my wish, I never believed that I’d get it granted to me in this way… It was a cold winter day, like many a day in Skyrim, but the chill on this day was slightly colder than most… It also was the day that Sky arrived to my people’s stronghold a bit over two years ago… Skye was bold and audacious. However, back then she was truthful and honorable to a fault. After appealing to my father’s better side upon staying at the stronghold for over a week, my father more or less forced Skye into a duel with his brother, Uncle Shazbub. The battle wasn’t to be one to the death, but if it went that way so be it and the stakes were simple, if she were to best Uncle Shazbub she'd be treated like Blood-Kin. Although Skye and my Uncle both accepted the terms both brimming with confidence… Uncle didn't stand a chance.

 

The battle was over in an instant, and when Uncle Shazbub’s head rolled eerily in the snow, my father... Chief Lumbump was happy to give the stronghold’s new Blood-Kin any ONE thing that she wanted. He was willing to give her wealth, status, weapons, anything that many an adventurer would travel long and hard for, but Skye chose me and reluctantly the Chief agreed to her terms. By tradition I was honor-bound to go with her, and even though I put up a struggle and was ultimately forced into restraints, The Cheiftain made sure I went with her... Admittedly, Skye was... Nice, once. Many a night we'd camp out in the wilderness and she'd tell tales of her days as Captain of the Guard in Falkreath. However, all of that changed a few weeks into my new life...

 

I first noticed that things were different about her when Skye began to talk rough towards me. This carried on for a few weeks and then she began to get physical over anything I said and did. I tried to behave like the good little ‘slave’ that I essentially was, but everyone’s patience, especially mine, has a limit. It all came to a head when she tried to hit me outside of Riften and instinctively I retaliated. I don’t remember much about that situation. I don’t remember what I did to warrant her wanting to hit me, I don’t even remember moving to hit her. What I do know is that if I knew what was to happen next... I never would have done so... The only thing I remember is Skye sticking me with something and everything fading to black...

 

The next thing I knew, I was landing hard on my face in the worst place I'd ever smelled. She spoke to some bald Bosmer, and I'll never forget the words that escaped the Bosmer’s lips, “I suppose I can work with your face. After all, the sculptor cannot always choose the finest clay.” I couldn't move. I suspected that whatever Skye had given me also had a paralyzing agent, and so I was helpless as the Bosmer had her way with me…

 

When her hands finally lifted from my face and it was clear that the Bosmer was finished, I… I didn't feel like myself. I felt weak, frail, afraid… That was the first of three times that Bosmer changed my face, and that also marked the beginning of my decent into my current form… From that moment on, Skye used various means to make me HER’S in mind, body, and spirit. She drugs me, tortures me, humiliates me with this 'armor', forces me to do inhumane things, and yet if it wasn't for this collar... No... The collar helps, but it was her 'training'. She… I… She made me feel like I was worthless, feeble, and although I know better, it's still etched into me. Me needing HER to survive… I... I've become a soft-gut, a milkdrinker, a shell of myself. She broke me and I... I can never return home...

 

Skye CANNOT be allowed to live! I don't know what happened to her, I don’t know what changed her into this foul monster, but she will pay for what she's done to me! …If it's the last thing I do, she WILL pay…

 

-Quoted from Agroha