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My latest character - Eve, a Nord woman with a messed up past.
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Requires RaceMenu, The Eyes Of Beauty, KS Hairdos and I use dimonized UNP. The skin texture is really just a mashup of loads of different things probably, but you can try Univision.
to the backstory:
Eve.
Eve was the daughter of Jon and Arlene Marygorde. They met in Whiterun - she working in the temple of Kynareth, he on a trading mission from Cyrodil. He fell in love with her at first glance, stepping into the temple of Kynareth to receive her blessing. He was strong, and handsome, and certainly every woman's dream, and she forsook everything in her life to run off with the man who had almost immediately won her heart. He took her back to Cyrodil and married, living out the rest of the lives in harmony, never looking back. --
The real story was that the trader was a drunk. Though he hid it from her until months after they were married, it was made clear to Arlene that she had been fooled by this man. She turned to leave - and that's when she felt the baby kicking in her belly.
She stayed with the drunk as he gradually progressed in his drinking, becoming very violent at any disagreement to his actions. Arlene was confined to the house in the later term of her pregnancy, at his insistence - locking the doors to make sure she couldn't come out. Not eating properly and not exposed to the outside at all, Arlene began to feel the effects on her body and she became quite ill. Jon barely noticed, leaving all day to drink and coming home late at night to use her body before passing out next to her.
Arlene died during childbirth and Jon took the responsibility of raising the child. Quite mad with grief, he often left the newborn alone for long periods of time while he drank away his sorrows. People from the village would sneak into the house to feed the baby, feeling sorry for the child who was otherwise alone for most of its early life. That child was named Eve, hair as black as night and skin as pale as the moon.
As Eve grew up, she became, by all accounts, a beautiful young girl. At 8 years old was when her father began to notice, beginning to take out 8 years of sexual repression on her. If she screamed or cried, he beat her, one time giving her a permanent scar - being too drunk one night, and having a steel dagger handy.
It took 5 years for her to get away from that house, a 13 year-old girl on the run with wolves about and bandits rampant on the main roads throughout the Imperial homeland. Somehow, she survived, perhaps with the gifts of Kynareth to help her - her whom the Divine herself had noticed, because of her mother. Eve developed a hatred for the too-bright lands of Cyrodil and the residents inhabiting the land. She hated the cities, the greenery, the earth she had to live from, the trees that hurt her back when she slept in them to keep away from the predators on the ground.
Word got to her, overhearing the conversation between two guards, that her father had been looking for her. 4 years on the run, she was still the talk of the village she was from, and by then in many other villages besides - a frequent topic of conversation she overheard whenever she would sneak into a village to scavenge for food or supplies.
One day, at 17 years old, Eve was caught stealing from the local inn. Stopped by the guards, they were walking her through her own village up towards the capitol to go to jail - and that's when her father saw her. It had been early in the morning, and he hadn't started drinking for the day, and he demanded that they let her go. He knew her age but they did not, and on finding out she was under 18 they let her go, one suggesting lightly that he punish her for the trouble she had caused them. There was a glint in his eye when he promised that he would.
He locked her in the house and they resumed their practice before she had run away. He would whisper in her ear how much she must have missed him while she was away, tugging at her hair. He tied her up in the basement, leaving her to starve while he drank in the local inn but coming back to her whenever he needed to relieve himself. And at nights, he would use her, gagging her while he took her from behind, or from the front, or making her take him in her mouth.
When she got free - months later, for he was very careful, she ran away, heading North, determined to leave Cyrodil for good. Coming to the Skyrim border, she had one final night sleeping in Cyrodil, to her peril for that was when she was apprehended by Imperials on their way to execute a group of rebels.
to the backstory:
Eve.
Eve was the daughter of Jon and Arlene Marygorde. They met in Whiterun - she working in the temple of Kynareth, he on a trading mission from Cyrodil. He fell in love with her at first glance, stepping into the temple of Kynareth to receive her blessing. He was strong, and handsome, and certainly every woman's dream, and she forsook everything in her life to run off with the man who had almost immediately won her heart. He took her back to Cyrodil and married, living out the rest of the lives in harmony, never looking back. --
The real story was that the trader was a drunk. Though he hid it from her until months after they were married, it was made clear to Arlene that she had been fooled by this man. She turned to leave - and that's when she felt the baby kicking in her belly.
She stayed with the drunk as he gradually progressed in his drinking, becoming very violent at any disagreement to his actions. Arlene was confined to the house in the later term of her pregnancy, at his insistence - locking the doors to make sure she couldn't come out. Not eating properly and not exposed to the outside at all, Arlene began to feel the effects on her body and she became quite ill. Jon barely noticed, leaving all day to drink and coming home late at night to use her body before passing out next to her.
Arlene died during childbirth and Jon took the responsibility of raising the child. Quite mad with grief, he often left the newborn alone for long periods of time while he drank away his sorrows. People from the village would sneak into the house to feed the baby, feeling sorry for the child who was otherwise alone for most of its early life. That child was named Eve, hair as black as night and skin as pale as the moon.
As Eve grew up, she became, by all accounts, a beautiful young girl. At 8 years old was when her father began to notice, beginning to take out 8 years of sexual repression on her. If she screamed or cried, he beat her, one time giving her a permanent scar - being too drunk one night, and having a steel dagger handy.
It took 5 years for her to get away from that house, a 13 year-old girl on the run with wolves about and bandits rampant on the main roads throughout the Imperial homeland. Somehow, she survived, perhaps with the gifts of Kynareth to help her - her whom the Divine herself had noticed, because of her mother. Eve developed a hatred for the too-bright lands of Cyrodil and the residents inhabiting the land. She hated the cities, the greenery, the earth she had to live from, the trees that hurt her back when she slept in them to keep away from the predators on the ground.
Word got to her, overhearing the conversation between two guards, that her father had been looking for her. 4 years on the run, she was still the talk of the village she was from, and by then in many other villages besides - a frequent topic of conversation she overheard whenever she would sneak into a village to scavenge for food or supplies.
One day, at 17 years old, Eve was caught stealing from the local inn. Stopped by the guards, they were walking her through her own village up towards the capitol to go to jail - and that's when her father saw her. It had been early in the morning, and he hadn't started drinking for the day, and he demanded that they let her go. He knew her age but they did not, and on finding out she was under 18 they let her go, one suggesting lightly that he punish her for the trouble she had caused them. There was a glint in his eye when he promised that he would.
He locked her in the house and they resumed their practice before she had run away. He would whisper in her ear how much she must have missed him while she was away, tugging at her hair. He tied her up in the basement, leaving her to starve while he drank in the local inn but coming back to her whenever he needed to relieve himself. And at nights, he would use her, gagging her while he took her from behind, or from the front, or making her take him in her mouth.
When she got free - months later, for he was very careful, she ran away, heading North, determined to leave Cyrodil for good. Coming to the Skyrim border, she had one final night sleeping in Cyrodil, to her peril for that was when she was apprehended by Imperials on their way to execute a group of rebels.