Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28739571-20170318204831/@comment-30704375-20170807202810

Race: Nord

 Gender: Male

Name: Uthor

Age: 236

Class: Ancient Nord (Master in Two-Handed, Archery, and Destruction)

Backstory: In the early days of Miraak's grip over the island of Solstheim, the one profitable work every race could make a hefty living out of was mining for the newly discovered, profitable mineral Stahlrim, used to create armor and weapons beyond anyone's imagination back then.

Such was the job of former blacksmith Uthor. Having abandoned his old mining profession, the 40-year-old man was now working in the Damphall mines, seeking out to make a living.

However, he soon got sick of this. He realised that this work was too much for him. And so, he sought to escape. Stealing a large amount of Stahlrim from the mines, he took it and through one night, smithed out of just 500 bars not only a full set of all-poweful armor, but also two swords and a bow: Mehrune's Tool, The Leech, and The Crow, three magnificent weapons made out of pure Stahlrim and enchanted through a pact made with the deadliest Daedra of Tamriel. The Tool brings extreme chaos upon whoever is unfortunate to touch it, The Leech drains his opponents' very life from him and channels it to Uthor, claiming their own life, while the Crow is a hellish bow that fires pure inferno from its strings, claiming the opponent's soul in a merciless chaos attack.

With his weapons and armor, Uthor set out to find and kill Miraak himself and take the island from him. But the priest himself overpowered him, and gouged out the man's eyes before killing him.

Little did he know, that he would return. But not in Solstheim, but rather in Tamriel. More specifically, Skyrim.

Having made a pact with the Daedra, he became one himself. Uthor was now the King of Corruption.

Returning to the realm of mortals every 49 years, Uthor roams the forts and towns and plains of Skyrim, as a knight in Light Blue armor, bearing two large, shiny gratswords, a giant bow, and having a large, ugly scar through each of his irisless, wite, empty eyes, in which you can see Oblivion itself if you stare hard enough.

He is doing one thing, and that is posing as the "Dragonborn," here to save all mortals from Alduin. But in reality, he is here only to kill, hunt and destroy, not only with weaponry, but with witchcraft wilder than the world has ever known.

His tactics are simple: find an intresting individual, always male, win his trust, and then, when he's least expecting it, steal his soul and banish it into Oblivion.

His motives could be different each time: he could be stealing a mage high elf's soul to make him Azura's latest informer, or a Khajit spy to make him Boethiah's new agent. Every now and then he gets sent early to make a tribute to Molag Bal, the king of rape, by bringing him a Nord woman of his choice, to savor Bal's lust for eternity.

The last time he was seen was near Bleak Falls Barrow, entering a mysterious manor next to the lake with a known member of the companions, Aela the Huntress.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">They were both never seen again. And so, the legend of Uthor, the King of Corruption, remains alive and well, terrorizing everyone  across Skyrim. And nobody can do anything about it.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Because how do you kill what's already dead?