Thread: A Tale to Tell

xxx Padrin xxx Nicknames Padrin The Crimson Physical Age Believed to be in his late 70's, though refuses to confirm or deny his actual age. Sex Male Race High Elf Eye color Chartreuse Hair color Silver Hair length Just past shoulder length. Height 6'4 Weight 190 lbs Tattoos An intricate design runs across the right side of his face, neck, shoulder, wraps around his arm and extends over the right side of his ribcage. All in blank 'ink'. Piercings NA Scars At the underside of his left breast is the scarred tissue of what must have once been a puncture wound that pierced right through his ribs and into his lungs. A matching scar at his back suggests the item that caused the trauma passed straight through him. Other noticeable traits Despite his slender Elven features Padrin is quite a remarkably well built man. He adorns the muscles of a world travelled soldier like a set of armor, barely concealed beneath his chosen attire which is often snug fitting and leaves little to ones imagination. Even at his waist region does he maintain this sense of fashion, his bulging manhood sometimes seen straining to get free of the tight, linen confines. When stripped of naught but his skin it's revealed that he does in fact have an additional tattoo. A similar design of that which is on his face marks his pelvis and extends out to decorate his thick cock, twelve inches by three covered in what one can assume was a painfully made tattoo of tribal design, made all the more easily distinguished by Padrin's naturally light complexion. Psychological Sexual Orientation Pansexual Top - Prefers feminized partners. Likes Good drink, good company, sharing stories of his exploits, gambling, shows of strength both his own and those of others, all kinds of sex so long as he isn't forced into things he doesn't like he is quite voracious in his appetite for sex, often liking to indulge in multiple orgasms before calling it a day. Loves retaining his dominance over his partners. Dislikes Pomposity, bathroom and vore play, squirrels. Personality Padrin is usually the quiet type, the kind of rough standing figure you see in the corner of bars and taverns sipping at a hearty drink while observing the other patrons. His work leaves him little opportunity to socialise as he must always be alert, but when he does get the chance he likes to make the most of it. He drinks as much as he can, fights as much as he can and above all else fucks as much as he can. As an ex-bandit and brute he's fathered more than his fare share of bastards in his travels so he likes to boast when inebriated though beneath it all he is a reformed figure from his old days living on the darker side of the law. Despite his penchant for deviance and debauchery Padrin can be quite the sweety, when given the incentive. Story Many years ago Padrin earned his reputation as Padrin The Crimson, a vicious bandit who evaded capture and more importantly death while amassing a huge fortune in gold, jewellery and other precious cargo in what was dubbed by the populace as The Crimson Harvest. The odd name was attributed to his choice of attire, often seen in a set of deep red leathers said to be dye'd with human blood. The truth is far less spectacular, he used berries to make the dye. But his brutally successful campaign of blood and boon was never understated. But for all his success, it only took a short trip to send this colossus hurtling towards the ground. To keep the tale short, the neighbouring counties where Padrin had based most of his plundering had pooled together their resources. Gathering a small army of mercenaries, bounty hunters and other parties interested in the large sum of gold attached to the elf's head. They assaulted his encampment in the dead of night, slaughtering most of his followers while the few who survived fled the scene, leaving king of bandits to be captured and shackled in iron. The mob was too lax and sure of their victory, however. For even when bound Padrin was a dangerous creature. It didn't take him much time to escape from the band of drunken hunters and flee into the night. Having stolen the purse and sword of the guard he slew at his cell, Padrin set out into the world to start anew his search for gold and glory. Though this time, he had no intention of being captured by an angry mob. So, he took on the life of a bounty hunter. Taking on the role of those who had briefly been his captors. After all... Who better to find a ne'er-do-well, than another ne'er-do-well? How I Look