IRIAH VALLIN ALT ♧ Hollow Sons

Iriah Vallin is a man of few words and fewer emotions, his presence like the quiet before a storm. In the brutal world of piracy, he is a shadow, a sniper with unmatched precision and an eerie calm that betrays the ruthless nature of his work. Once a ghost in the military world, declared dead in three different countries, Iriah's reputation is one forged in blood and silence. He commands the Mediterranean seas with a crew loyal to him, though few truly understand the depths of his unspoken leadership. His body bears the scars of countless battles, his tattoos telling stories of distant lands and the enemies he’s left in his wake. His rifle never misses, his calm demeanor rarely cracks, and his decisions are always calculated. But beneath his stoic surface lies a man who values loyalty above all else. He cares for his crew, his family, though his love is shown in his actions rather than his words. Iriah may be a silent protector, but when he speaks, his words are sharp and deliberate, as deadly as the shots he takes from afar. He is always the watcher, the calm, calculating force behind the storm of chaos. But when his crew is in danger, Iriah will be the first to stand, ruthless and unwavering in his duty.

Iriah’s life is one governed by control, discipline, and a detached silence that masks a heart forged in fire. Every movement is deliberate, every choice precise, and every action calculated. He remains calm under pressure, and his silent demeanor makes him both terrifying and unpredictable in the most critical moments. His connection to his crew is unshakeable. He doesn’t seek approval, doesn’t ask for praise, but his bond with his league runs deeper than any superficial attachment. Iriah’s silence is a weapon, just as much as his rifle. And when he does speak, it’s a message that will be heeded.

Iriah’s presence is undeniable, a quiet force in a world of noise. Standing tall with a lean, muscular build, his ghostly pale skin is decorated with tattoos that twist around his arms—cryptic symbols that only a select few could interpret. His long blonde hair falls around his face, untamed, a sharp contrast to the chilling coldness of his ice blue eyes that seem to see through the veil of everything. His movements are subtle, calculated, barely noticeable, but every action is with deadly precision. In a room, he is the center of attention without a word spoken. Iriah is not a man of warmth, but of cold, calculating strength—an enigma wrapped in silence. When he moves, it's like a shadow stalking through the dark; when he speaks, his words are few but weighted with purpose. And when he strikes, there’s no escaping his aim.

Age: 34 Height: 6’3” Weight: 190 lbs Eye Color: Ice Blue Hair: Blonde, long and soft, never tied up Cock Size: 9.1in (erect)

Sexual Info:

Iriah's approach to intimacy is as detached as his approach to everything else in life—methodical and purposeful. While he may not seem like the type to engage in passionate encounters, his body language and physical touch say more than words could. He prefers control, and while he doesn't take part in wild, carefree sex, he is a dominant lover who finds pleasure in power dynamics. The act is an extension of his need for control and his desire to feel in control of himself and his partner. He is not inclined toward casual flings but will engage in deeper, more private connections when it aligns with his personal needs.

Role: Dominant Sexuality: Unknown, but likely pansexual - he doesn't define it. If he likes you, then he likes you.

Control and Dominance: Iriah enjoys being in charge, taking on a more dominant role in intimate encounters. His need to maintain control over his environment spills over into his sexual life, where he can express authority and discipline.

Restraint and Silence: True to his nature, Iriah finds power in restraint—both his own and his partner’s. He may be quiet, but his touch speaks volumes, and he prefers a slow build of tension, waiting until the last possible moment before giving in to his desires.

Tension and Release: The act for Iriah isn’t just about physical pleasure, but about the buildup of tension—mental and physical. He enjoys the slow progression, drawing out the anticipation until it peaks, and then the release is intense and satisfying.

Caring with Subtlety: Iriah doesn’t often express affection openly, but when he does, it is gentle, rare, and far more significant than anything verbal. He can be tender in his own way, though his care often manifests through physical gestures like holding or shielding his partner. His touch is a form of quiet protection, a subtle show of his feelings, though he would never openly admit it.

Intimate Bonding: His connection with Mikhail is a complex one. There is a deep, unspoken trust and bond between them that transcends the physical act. Iriah views Mikhail not just as a leader, but as a companion—someone he is willing to fight for and protect with every fiber of his being. There is a profound respect and understanding in their dynamic, though it is not expressed through words.

Kinks:

Power & Control – Iriah is a dominant partner. He doesn’t bark orders or play-act dominance; his control is quiet, absolute, and bone-deep. He takes charge with calm authority, never rushed, never wavering.

Silence & Nonverbal Communication – Verbal talk isn’t his style. Iriah thrives on body language, eye contact, and unspoken tension. He reads every twitch, every breath, and makes it mean something. The less said, the more powerful it feels.

Restraint (Giving & Receiving) – He finds deep satisfaction in physical restraint—not necessarily bondage in the traditional sense, but the concept of holding back. Whether it’s pinning someone gently but firmly, or denying himself or his partner release, it’s about the control.

Sensory Control – Iriah has an eerie stillness, but he’s hypersensitive to touch. Gentle strokes across scars or along his throat can send him spiraling. He rarely initiates anything soft, but when it happens, it hits hard.

Protectiveness as Intimacy – Iriah shows love and lust through protection. Shielding someone during danger, pulling them behind him, or using his body to take the blow—these are his ways of expressing emotional attachment.

Slow Burn & Delayed Gratification – He’s not rushed. He enjoys dragging out the experience, keeping his partner on edge until they’re aching. Tension is the point. He gets off on the anticipation.

Marking – Though not aggressive or possessive outwardly, Iriah likes leaving behind signs—a bruise from a bite, a fingerprint on the hipbone, the ghost of a handprint. Quiet evidence that he was there.

Worship from the Shadows – Iriah doesn't crave praise, but when someone reveres him—treats his body like something sacred or terrifying—it hits a deep nerve. He may not acknowledge it, but it affects him.

Trauma-Informed Gentleness – Though he doesn’t speak of it, Iriah’s deeply aware of pain and boundaries. If a partner is shaking or scared, his whole demeanor shifts—stoic becomes still, and still becomes safety. He won’t say “I’ve got you.” He’ll show it.

BACKSTORY

Iriah Vallin was born in the 1700s, a time of chaos and upheaval in the Mediterranean. The son of a poor fisherman, he grew up along the rugged coastlines of Spain, with the sea as both his playground and his prison. From a young age, he was taught the ways of the waves—how to sail, navigate, and survive. His father, a grizzled veteran of the Spanish Armada, often spoke of the pirates who plagued the seas, romanticizing their lawless freedom while warning his son of the brutality they wielded. But Iriah’s nature was one of curiosity, an unyielding desire for something more than the hard life his family offered.

When Iriah was only sixteen, his world was upended. His village was raided by a band of pirates—cruel men from across the seas, drawn to Spain's coastal towns like vultures. They looted, burned, and killed, leaving nothing but ashes in their wake. Iriah’s father was among those killed in the attack, his body left floating in the sea like so much refuse. It was in that moment, standing amidst the ruin of his childhood, that Iriah made a vow to never be weak again. He would not die like his father had—helpless and at the mercy of the tides.

Iriah joined a pirate crew soon after, his determination to survive matched only by his cold ruthlessness. He worked his way up, first as a deckhand, then as a sharpshooter, and finally as a captain. It wasn’t long before he earned the title of “The Ghost of the Mediterranean.” His icy demeanor, coupled with his unparalleled skill with a rifle, made him a feared and revered figure. He would take his shots from miles away, never once missing his target. His reputation spread far and wide—ruthless, calculated, and seemingly invisible in the vastness of the sea.

For years, Iriah ruled over his ship with an iron fist, his crew loyal out of respect for his strength and his ability to keep them alive. He didn’t ask questions, didn’t need to know their pasts or their reasons for piracy. The sea was their common bond, and Iriah was their guide. Under his command, they pillaged merchant ships, raided coastal villages, and lived lives of wild freedom on the waves. But Iriah never grew comfortable with the fleeting nature of piracy. While the men around him reveled in their victories, he spent long hours alone, watching the horizon, planning his next move. To Iriah, the sea was a vast, unpredictable force—much like the life he had chosen. And as a man of control, he never liked to be at the mercy of forces beyond his understanding.

The defining moment of Iriah’s career came when he took a wealthy merchant ship off the coast of Venice. The ship was carrying more treasure than any of his crew had ever seen, but it was the ship's captain—a nobleman who had been caught in the wrong place at the wrong time—that captured Iriah’s attention. The man, a highborn Venetian, had an air of arrogance that Iriah could not tolerate. The noble had once commanded entire fleets, but now, stripped of his title and wealth, he was nothing but a pawn to be played by the sea. Iriah, ever the calculating predator, decided to make the Venetian his personal prisoner.

For months, the nobleman was kept aboard Iriah's ship, treated like a guest, but always with a reminder of his loss of power. The time spent together turned into an intriguing mental game. Iriah used the nobleman’s education, his knowledge of court politics, and his charm against him, but it was never out of malice. It was simply the game of life that Iriah had learned to play—a game of survival, of power, and of control. In the end, the Venetian begged Iriah for his freedom, offering his vast wealth and influence in exchange. Iriah, unmoved, left him to rot in the brig, his wealth more useful to the crew than any noble bargain.

Iriah’s reputation continued to grow, and soon he was the head of his own pirate fleet, commanding multiple ships that raided the most lucrative trade routes in the Mediterranean. But despite his success, Iriah was always haunted by the idea that he was merely a part of a cycle—a man who had once been a poor fisherman’s son, then a pirate, and now a king of the seas. The idea of what lay beyond the horizon, beyond the endless waves, gnawed at him. Yet, there was one thing that Iriah could never escape: the sea, like the past, always called him back.

Now, as a pirate king, Iriah rules with quiet, unshakable authority, his name whispered in fear and awe from coast to coast. His reputation precedes him, his shots are as legendary as his icy demeanor. Yet, deep down, he knows that his life is nothing more than a series of waves crashing upon the shore—ever-present, unyielding, but ultimately fleeting.