Skyrim

I cowered as my uncle walked into the room.
He glared at me. “Girl, wash up. We’re going into town, and you’re paying for my mead.”
With a wave, my hated uncle went out into the hallway.
I thought about just standing there, refusing to go watch him get drunk, but I knew that would be a terrible idea. Don’t want to keep him waiting, I thought sadly as I hurried to pick up the leather bag of money I had earned kwa doing small jobs around Dawnstar.
I slipped on my shoes and ran outside to find my uncle already there, his fat face scowling at me. I trembled. My mother had been kind and...

I felt my moyo become a bit colder. A bit crueler. A bit zaidi dangerous. And a lot zaidi bloodthirsty.
I smiled, studying the bloodstained bed. I spun my blade in my hands.
Little Astrid was changing with every second.
I then heard a guard knocking at the door, and my moyo stopped. I glanced around hurriedly, panic starting.
“Enryk? wewe there?” The female voice made my hands tremble again. “I heard wewe scream while I was walking by…”
I remembered a window in the hallway near my closet. If I could just get up there…
I hurried quietly, meaning to be silent. Luck was on my side.
As...

Name: Mala gra-Khazgur

Race: Orc

Age: 18

Hair style: Bald, small grayish black ponytail going down the middle.

Eyes: Blue eyes with light blue war paint going over them

Armor of choice: Heavy Armor, wears Imperial Armor mostly.

Weapon of choice: Greatswords, uses Orcish greatsword mostly.

Backstory:
No one knows where she came from au who her parents are, she was just found out side of Mor Khazgur at a young age. She was taken in kwa Shuftharz, who named her Mala after the glass stone, for her lovely green skin and strong personality.


About her:
She is strong-headed and stubborn, but also brave. She was...