Name: Dalthu

Age: 26

Race: Orc

Description:

Dalthu is 6'1", muscular, with dark green skin. He wears his dark hair pulled back, and has green-ish colored eyes. He gets a thrill from killing but only likes to fight people that are actually skilled. He, like many orcs, wants an honorable death in battle. He has an open relationship with Captain Vylise and prefers human women to orcs. He likes his women to have soft skin and loves the comforts that wealth can provide.

Backstory:

Dalthu grew up in a small orc stronghold along the border of Cyrodil and Elyswr. His clan raided several villages and towns and were eventually driven off. When he was about 10, they established a new stronghold along the border of Cyrodil and Valenwood. The main stronghold was hidden in a cave system with a village on the surface. The orcs had several dealings with pirates and traders. Pirates would sell stolen items to the orcs and the orcs would sell it traders. The arrangement worked out well for both groups.

When he was 14, he met a pirate girl named Vylise. She was bartering for some clothing when 3 orcs started harassing her. They were easily a foot taller than her. In the blink of an eye she disabled all 3. He decided to speak to her and they quickly became friends. Every few months, her band of pirates would come back and the 2 of them would spend days or weeks together. She would always have to return to her ship at night though.

At age 16, Vylise showed him a ship and hatched a brilliant plan on how they could escape and live their own destinies. Dalthu loved the idea. Here, he would never be more than a bandit to most and he would never live the life he wanted.

On the way back to the stronghold, they ran across a small Imperial patrol. They ambushed the patrol and killed them after a heated battle. The adrenaline and rush of the battle was still coursing through them. Dalthu was checking Vylise to make sure she wasn't hurt. He knew it annoyed her but he checked anyway. He had his hand on her shoulder but he knew what he wanted. Vylise jumped into his arms and said, "I see that look in your eyes. I know you want to take me, so take me." He didn't hesitate to remove his armor. When Vylise saw his erect shaft her eyes opened wide, not out of worry, but a lust, a longing for it. He knew right away that he took her virginity and that only drove him harder. They made love for hours under the moonlight, with the dead imperials on the road near them. Vylise was like a wild animal, she was leaving claw marks on his back and chest, at one point they switched positions and she rode him hard as she moaned loudly. Dalthu retook the top position and thrust harder and faster. Vylise's eyes almost rolled back in her head and she screamed loudly as she hit orgasm. That was enough to push Dalthu over the edge. He couldn't hold it any longer and he came deep inside Vylise, adding his moaning to her own. They laid there under the stars and Vylise whispered, "You're mine" to Dalthu.

Late that same evening, as they arrived back at the stronghold, Dalthu could tell he was in some sort of trouble. An orc female told Vylise she needed to go back to her ship and hurried her along. Someone had seen or heard them having sex in the wilderness and now the chief was punishing him. He was told Vylise would not be prohibited from entering the stronghold but he must never again mate with her, or he would be severely punished.

Back aboard Vylise's ship, the captain congratulated her on becoming a woman. From the shore, the ship sounded like one massive party.

Dalthu saw Vylise every time her ship made port nearby but they were closly watched. When he turned 18, he was married to an orc female. It was arranged by the clan and he really didn't care much for her. He would frequently imagine that night with Vylise, her soft, smooth skin, her small frame, and the fiery look in her eyes. The orc that was his new mate was as large as he was, had rough skin, and wasn't even good in bed.

One night about a year after his marriage, he was lying in bed with his wife when he felt like he was being watched. He sat straight up in bed and his wife jumped up too. On the other side of the tent was a dark figure in the shadows. "Time to leave, " the female intruder said. He recognized it as Vylise but before he could say anything, his wife jumped out of bed, dagger in hand. When she reached the other side of the tent, she fell down dead, her head fell down next to her. "Now are you ready or not," she said. He grabbed his things and the two sneaked out of the stronghold.

After they made some repairs to the ship they had found years ago, they picked up a crew and headed toward Skyrim. He didn't mind having Vylise be captain since she had far more sailing experience. They ended up having to kill the crew shortly after they arrived in Skyrim but on a positive note, they picked up an engineer named Elly, that wanted to work on the ship.

After talking to the locals, they decided to avoid Skyrim for now and make their way to High Rock. They picked up more crew members along the way and made a name for themselves as the Darkwater Raiders. They spent years plundering the coastal areas and ships in the region and he got to live the way he wanted. He would often have the chance to have rough sex with Vylise, he always had gold, food, and wine, and he didn't have to live in drafty tent.