Dominion

You are Kiren Bloodfang, a half-orc (Orcish mother and human father, actually). Generally human in appearance, but bigger, hairier, stronger. Smellier, too, if you're being honest with yourself.

You grew up in human lands with your father, and inherited a lot of the same values and skills. From him you learned tracking, forestry, hunting, and generally being a stand-up person. Generally you blended in as a "big kid", as long as you were taking enough baths. But as you hit your teens, and kept growing to nearly 7-feet, and your ability to blend in quickly left.

Oh, and you inherited the Orcish trait of Candarr. Not all orcs have this, but it's a trait of most warchiefs, who are usually the only orcs allowed to breed. You produce an abnormal amount of semen, and when you cum, you usually have to have about 3-4 orgasms, unless you want to get a serious case of blue-balls. It must have been something to allow for orcs to breed efficiently when they were in blood-rage.

You yourself don't get the blood-rage, but you do get particularly horny when you've been exerting yourself physically. It was not uncommon for you, after an exhausting hunt, to need to spend an hour in some quiet corner, thinking about Lorelei the barmaid's brown eyes and round breasts, before you could focus enough for polite conversation.

This makes it extra unfortunate that, at your 18th birthday, the village banded together and kicked you out.

They phrased it nicely enough: "Encouraging you to seek new ventures," they said. "This small town holds nothing for a...strapping lad like you," they added. "Never come back," they tossed in.

Ah, small-town humans, always so open-minded to those even a little bit different from them. You think you saw a little regret in Lorelei's eyes at your small, poorly-attended going-away party, but soon you were living on your own in the woods.