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@erzra-gra-grulshub
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NEW COMMISSIONED PIECE BY MY FRIEND @Constant.Artblock ON INSTAGRAM!
Don’t tell anyone, but I think they’re looking to start open commissions!
IF YOU LIKE IT, PLEASE SLIP THEM A MESSAGE ABOUT POSSIBLY COMMISSIONING THEM! THEY GOTS PROBLEMS WITH THEY SELF ESTEEM!
BUT ALSO GOD, LOOK AT HER! SHE’S SO GORGEOUS!
The furrrrrr
THE FUR!
IT’S SO GOOD! AND HER HAIR!
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Sorry, not sorry, look how freakin’ shredded Erzra is....
Gosh
Erzra gra-Grul’shub Character Sheet! LFC!
Personal Information
  Name: Erzra gra-Grul'shub
  Age: 40
  Race: Orc
  Height: 6′7
  Birthplace: Wrothgar Mountains, Grul'shub Stronghold
  Current Residence: Western Cyrodil
  Profession: Tavernkeep - Former Mercenary, Former Diplomat
  Eye colour: Sapphire
  Sexuality: Straight
  Relationship Status: Single/Widowed
  Languages: Orcish, Tamrielic
Traits
  Favourite Colour: Red
  Likes: Combat, hunting, honour, strength, loyalty, her tusks
  Dislike: Pity, brigands/outlaws, tight spaces, mice
  Martial Prowess: Sword/Shield, Bastard Sword, Bow, Axe, Mace
Beliefs
  Religion: None/Code of Malacath Family
  Mother: Darrub Grul'shub (Former Hunt-wife)
  Father: Genrish Grul'shub (Deceased)
  Siblings: Galluk Grul'shub (Chieftan, brother), Dennar Grul'shub (brother), Oligar gra-Grul'shub (brother), Shurlag gra-Grul'shub (Sister), Garron gro-Grul’shub (Brother)
  Children: None
Brief Description
A sapphire gaze sits upon a cranium swathed in deep crimson locks. The smooth, silky hair drags lithe across a stern visage which bears a row of sharpened teeth hiding behind two proud, ivory tusks. Soft and gaunt may be proper terms to describe the face of this woman; pronounced cheekbones resting upon smoothed cheeks - a thin pair of pale, glistening lips lay perched upon a vexed frown. A small scar runs jagged about her left-most brow, leaving it partially bereft of hair; deep and pronounced, a sign of a possible battle scar.
Standing at a husk six and a half feet, Erzra is, in many ways, a common example of her species. Her arms boast a small, tone group of muscles. Arms which appear wracked with various scars; ranging from long, jagged streaks which seem to chase after one another as they traipse about her person, to deep pocks, smoothed over with scarred tissue.
It is quite clear this woman has been witness to much violence in her life. Seemingly more-so reflected within her deep gaze; filled with a hidden fury.
An arming sword is strapped to the woman’s hip. By its appearance, the sword appears well used, yet still quite sharp to the touch, with a leather grip which appears faded and frayed. Three short tassels hang from the pommel, each boasting a single, onyx bauble which glints softly in the light.
Brief History
Born to the Huntwife of clan Grul'shub, Erzra had done as many Orcs before her had done; left her stronghold to make it herself, out in the world. Often resorting to selling her skills as a Mercenary, Erzra would one day be hired by a man who would forever change her life. Showing her compassion, and understanding, she'd eventually resorted to taking up arms beneath his banner, serving as his own personal guard.
Closeness turned into love as the two entered a forbidden affair. Years passed and their love grew -- as did Erzra's affinity for a great birth of skills. Ones which she was able to utilize in her own free time. Swordsmanship, Music, Reading, Writing, Poetry, and, even, in time, Diplomacy.
All would come to fade, however, during a fateful night. An ambush, one entirely unseen, the fault of which Erzra placed upon herself. Her Lord slain, her heart broken, she knew naught but to wander.
Over time, she returned to selling her blade, but there were those who sought her for a different purpose. The Lord of a Western Cyrodillic Port sought to keep Erzra as a Diplomat, for he knew the breadth of her skills. And for the next few years under this new Lord, she would serve.
As the years passed, age had begun to tear at the Orc's mind. Nearly four decades she'd lived. She could follow the struggles of diplomacy no longer, and, with the tithes she accrued, sought to purchase her own establishment, lowering herself to but that of a lowly inkeep.
(I don't have the full thing written out yet, so here's a small synopsis!)
