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Uthallu


Jexsam

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Born in 4e4 to Ashlander parents, Uthallu never knew innocence. Before she was a year old, the Red Year fell upon Vvardenfell, claiming the life of her father. With her mother Movryl and older Rothren brother, they fled to the mainland, where Ashlander refugees were treated poorly. Her family was lucky enough to find work, but this wouldn't last long either - the Argonians invaded seemingly as soon as their lives were starting to settle down. They fled to Blacklight in the chaos.

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This wouldn't last. Driven from Blacklight by overcrowding and poor living conditions, they moved to Skyrim, hoping to find peace. For a time, they did, but by this point Uthallu was too deeply scarred by the constant struggle and stress. Her world view was cold and pragmatic. She trusted only herself and her brother, being the only people she'd ever known to never break their word. Neither held any love for their mother, who despite her best efforts could never provide her children a happy place to live. She died of illness after Uthallu turned 30, living in Windhelm's Grey Quarter.

 

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Uthallu and her brother managed to scrape up enough money to purchase a shack in Helgen, where Uthallu took up hunting while Rothren worked lumber. The only Dunmer in Helgen, they were hounded by one particularly racist Nord, who would insult and belittle them at every given opportunity. One day, Uthallu had had enough. She followed him out into the woods, waited until they were far from the village, and killed him with a single arrow to the heart. She claimed it was a hunting accident. Rothren stood up for her, never knowing she had killed the man intentionally. Realizing her continued presence in Helgen would only draw more unwanted attention to herself and Rothren, she left.

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She couldn't shake the memory of killing that man. But it wasn't murdering him that disturbed her, it was how unattached she was about it. It simply didn't bother her. She knew it should, yet the connection was never made. She moved back to Windhelm, where she was further accosted by loud, racist Nords. Here, at least, she had others who suffered similarly.

 

One night in 4e199, she was walking alone from the business district of Windhelm when she noticed she was being followed by two men. She attempted to lose them, but ended up being led into a trap. A third, large man met her as the other two closed in behind, and they attempted to rape her. Uthallu overpowered one, cutting his through with a small hunting knife she kept on her at all times. While the other two men panicked, she slew the large one with a single swift cut to the throat. The third man tried to flee. Believing he would report her for murder, and expecting the guards not to believe her side of the story, she did the only thing that made sense - she caught and killed the last man.

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She didn't realize one of the men had a price on his head. Late one night, she was visited by a black-clad figure and given an ultimatum - die, or put her skills to use as an assassin for the Dark Brotherhood. She chose the latter.

 

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Nude pic and naughty info under the spoiler!


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Uthallu has little interest in other women. She prefers men of any race and on rare occasion takes bestial partners.

 

While they lived together in Helgen, Uthallu and Rothren had an unusual arrangement. In exchange for a reduced share of the payments for their home, Uthallu allowed Rothren to fuck her tits and mouth anytime he liked.

 

Uthallu has a modest oral fixation. She alleviates this by fellating the torture victims in the Dawnstar Sanctuary, or more commonly by fellating Shadowmere.

 

If you haven't guessed by now, Uthallu has no real sense of taboo.

 

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