#nallron

[nallron]

@aurielswaywardson

Nallron yawned as he made his way to the General’s office. He’d had one of the late night patrols and as a result he’d not slept a great deal. And now he was being summoned to speak about the recent break-in. He knew it had been coming, but they could have at least let him sleep first.

Grumbling to himself, he reached the great wooden door of his superior’s office and briskly rapped his knuckles against it.

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@oriinthel

Nallron half-staggered out of The Winking Skeever inn, suppressing a belch as he began walking in the direction of the Blue Palace. He had not been in a good place that evening and had consequently drunk away the last of his most recent pay check. Not wanting to go straight back to his sad little bunk bed in the Embassy barracks quite yet and figuring he at least ought to sober up a little, he had thought to try and walk around in the fresh air.

Solitude was quiet at this time of night. The one or two guards that were on duty gave him a wide berth and suspicious stares. Nallron barely even noticed. It took all his concentration to keep upright and not walk into anything. 

A few minutes down the road, he stopped dead in his tracks, staring off into the distance at something and trying to make out what or who it was.

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Hulkynd

((‘Hulkynd’ is an Altmeri term that literally translates as ‘broken child’ and is given to High Elven children who are abandoned for perceived imperfections. Altmer greatly value their bloodlines and family reputation and so this cruelty is often believed to be a necessary evil, particularly amongst the middle and upper classes. These imperfections can include, but are in no way limited to, physically deformities, mixed heritage and illegitimacy.

Within Altmeri society there is a clear distinction between these outcast children and legitimate orphans. Hulkynd are viewed as second class citizens, even as children. To associate willingly with a known hulkynd would be social suicide for non-hulkynd. On the other hand, if a child loses their parent(s) and is orphaned as opposed to being abandoned, their social status does not change at all. Typically everything possible would be done to try and keep said child out of an orphanage and instead remain within their family or clan. If they do end up at an orphanage, they receive far better treatment and are often even raised separately from their hulkynd peers.

Because of the high number of hulkynd and low numbers of orphans in Altmeri orphanages, coupled with few adoptions, money is very limited. Any funding is prioritised for the orphaned children, whilst the hulkynd make do with whatever is leftover, if there even is anything. For that reason, their education ranges from poor to none at all. Many leave their orphanage with barely any literacy skills, limited knowledge of history and culture and few practical skills and so many turn to crime as an avenue to make money.

Some hulkynd can pass for non-hulkynd. Usually it is those who were abandoned for their illegitimate birth or the mixed-race hulkynd who look just enough like a full Altmer to avoid immediate detection. Keeping their identities secret, however, is not easy when family means so much and being decently educated is a given for almost all non-hulkynd.))

[nallron]

Surely Elenwen knows you can't read... Why don't you ask for a tutor?

“No, she doesn’t. Nobody does. I have made quite sure of that.” The mer was visibly tense at this particular line of questioning. The hand he usually rested casually on the hilt of his sheathed sword gripped it tightly instead.

“Where the fuck am I going to get a tutor from? And besides, doing so would essentially be me publically admitting that I’m a worthless, illiterate hulkynd. No, thank you.” He said through gritted teeth. “I know how to sign my name for official documents. That’s all I need to know as far as I’m concerned.”

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Nallron’s Biological Parents

((Nallron’s biological mother was Tirelwen Lothiras, a servant of the noble Ondoviir family in Sunhold. She had been having an intimate relationship with the family’s eldest son Emerhil when she realised she was pregnant. Almost immediately she confided in Emerhil, who she had hoped would be sympathetic. His reaction, however, was anything but.

Upon being told, the noble mer attempted to strong arm Tirelwen into having a termination. He threatened to have his family throw her out onto the streets if she did not, knowing full well she had no living family or friends outside of the Ondoviirs to support her should she lose her job. A tearful Tirelwen refused and Emerhil kept his word.

Expelled from the Ondoviir family home, Tirelwen took shelter in a local temple where the baby was ultimately born. Ithandur was the name she gave him. Mother and son stayed at the temple as long as they possibly could, but eventually Tirelwen had to move on. She tried desperately to visit the Ondoviirs and have them accept her son so that he would have a better life than what she could give him. Unsurprisingly she was unsuccessful. The family did not for a second even entertain the idea of merely seeing the newborn bastard. 

Defeated, just days later, Tirelwen made the heartbreaking decision to leave baby Ithandur on the doorstep of the local orphanage. The life of a hulkynd would not be an easy one, but he would have at least one meal a day and a roof over his head, something his mother could not provide for him.

Eventually Tirelwen found work again in another noble family’s kitchens and not a day went by in which she did not think of her son and wonder how he was doing. In the following years, she would sometimes walk by the orphanage in some vain attempt to see if she could catch a glimpse of her son. Of course, there was no way she would know what he now looked like.

Almost seven years after the day she left Ithandur at the orphanage, Tirelwen passed away.))

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Headcanon~

((Nallron was once in a very serious and committed relationship with a mer named Verlaril. The relationship was cut short, however, during the Oblivion Crisis when Verlaril was cut down right before Nallron’s eyes.

He has never fully recovered from the loss.))

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@tar-rei

“Move along, lizard. You’re blocking my view.”

Nallron had been people watching, like usual. Leaning casually against the wall of Belethor's General Goods and enjoying the welcome shade the building’s eave gave, he had just spotted someone interesting. Another elf - somewhat of a rarity within Skyrim. That reason alone was enough to pique the soldier’s interest. His eyes followed the mer as they walked towards the stairs to the Wind District. And then the Argonian walked right in front of his view and he lost sight of them.

“Damn, lizards.” He muttered irritably under his breath.

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@haleth-dovahkiin

There was something about the Dunmer that caught Nallron’s eye as he leaned against a wall spending a lazy afternoon people-watching. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but she seemed more interesting than most of the other people going about their daily lives. To him at least.

The Altmer tried not to be too obvious in his staring, but that wasn’t exactly easy when you towered over pretty much everyone else in the near vicinity.