Character(s) ╒══ Dramatis personae ══╕

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Valaila Zelona

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STAR WARS
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After the Clone Wars
She had no choice but to leave. Once a warrior, someone her sisters looked up to,
Valaila's life turned upside down in just three hours. She no longer had a home, a family, or anyone
she could call hers. Life would not be the same ever again, yet… She would make it, that much she knew.

With clothes too big for her lithe, tall form, Valaila sticks out like a sore thumb in any civilized, organized society.
She can fight with her hands, staves or blades, but she never learned how to avoid a bullet.
A beggar, a thief, a charity work for some and ground ripe for exploitation for others,
the cautious but raw, direct woman tries to make it through a world her sisters
never prepared her for. Where are they now? If only she could turn back time…
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Curious, bold, agile, strong, resilient, guilty, primitive, raw, aggressive,
amiable, loud, playful, cautious, practical, rebellious, stubborn, impatient

Plot nuggets
[ force user male x force avoidant female ]
[ civilized man x primitive woman ]
[ traveling, hunting, training together ]

Spoiler: Kink List

Favorites

Yeses

Dating Dirty Talking Dub-Consensual Foreplay Kissing Licking Masculinity Muscular Characters Possessiveness / Jealousy Power-bottoming Pussy Worship Romance Somnophilia Tantric Sex Vaginal Sex Very Experienced Partners​

Spoiler Affection Aftercare Aphrodisiacs Biting Clit Play Clothed Sex Cock Warming Condoms Consensual Corruption Cunnilingus Drug / Alcohol Use Fighting / Wrestling Fingering Fingers in Mouth Flaccid Play Food Play Foot Play Footjobs Hair Pulling Hand Play Handjobs Hotdogging Human Cocks Humanoids Humans Inexperienced Partners Informality Intercrural Sex Interracial Massages Masturbation Messy Multiple Orgasms Nonconsensual Nonsexual Pain Older Characters Oral Virginity Pubic Hair Queefing Risk of Pregnancy Roughness Scratching Sexual Exhaustion Sexual Frustration Squirting Stuckage Sweat Teasing Teeth Play Titfucking Uniforms Vanilla Sex Violence Voyeurism Weapon Play Xeno / Alien Younger Characters​

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Maybes	Noes
Ahegao Anal Sex (Receiving) Anal Training Anal Virginity Breath Control Competition Creampie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Face-Fucking Fellatio (Performing) Flogging / Whipping Orgasm Control / Denial Pleasure Control / Denial Pregnancy Premature Ejaculation Rimming (Giving) Soft Cum Facials Swallowing Semen Throat Penetration Vaginal Virginity​	Ageplay Ass to Mouth Cervical Penetration Diapers Face Slapping Hard Cum Facials Sadism / Masochism​

 

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Sarah Carter

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MODERN - SUPERNATURAL
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The Carters The Carters had been living on Crockett Island ever since Mr. Carter got in an accident and quit his job as a construction worker in New York City. With rest and relaxation as the primary solution prescribed to him by the good doctors of the buzzing city, he and his wife had decided to invest their life savings into a house and a tiny farm on the small island just after both their children had finished high school. Sarah, their first, had already been in college for three years by that time, but she'd joined her parents and her younger brother Jonathan to help with the move regardless. Jonathan soon applied to college himself, leaving the Carters to enjoy a few more years as empty-nesters. But they didn't stay lonely for long. Before the storm Sarah had always been a nice gal. She wasn't the brightest mind in the room, but neither was she the slowest one, and she always applied herself. Nothing good came to her life without effort — not her grades, not her friends, not even her first boyfriend. Although she'd bloomed into a woman early enough, her curves had sooner attracted ridicule than appreciation, at least until she got in college. There, she was finally able to turn a page and catch a break — or so she thought. She met Brad on her way to a Bachelor's in early childhood education, a handsome, athletic young man who showed both emotion, intellect and ambition. Inexperienced as she was with men, Sarah was grateful for his attention and unavoidably shifted hers to shed the spotlight on him and their relationship for almost a full year. Her grades dropped but she eventually managed to get them back up to something decent — she had, thankfully, also managed to maintain her romantic relationship until she graduated, and stayed in New York until Brad, too, was done with his studies. She never intended to stay in Crockett Island for more than a few weeks, but after Bradley surprised her with his marriage proposal there was little she could say to change her parents' mind about it. They'd used their growing network on the small island to secure her a job teaching the few children still living on it — something that would both offer her income and keep her living comfortably in a house they'd been building for her to her ignorance through those years of absence. Brad agreed, so they moved into it a few weeks after they'd gotten married in NYC. Married life The first year went by fast, too fast, and Sarah couldn't blame Bradley for the awkward distance that developed between them. With a new job and her parents thrown into the mix, the newly weds faced a rough start — no less because Bradley kept his job across the waterline and when he was home from work, his in-laws were always there. Mr. Carter's health took a dive, forcing Sarah's attention on him and off her marriage. Still, she tried to persuade Bradley to have a baby; it was futile. Although they'd escaped the highly demanding real estate market of NYC and had a place to call their own, he hadn't actually committed to the islander's life. He kept bringing up work opportunities in the mainland for her, or claimed the island was only for retirees — not young people like themselves — but Sarah wasn't going to leave the care of her father to her mother alone. So they stayed and, eventually, Bradley settled down. They tried to have a baby for a couple of years before Mr. Carter passed, which put a pause to everything. Sarah went through two years of dipping her toes in and out of the depression pool, which didn't help things. Bradley, however, stayed by her side and told her they could take their time with the baby; they weren't in their 40s just yet. More years passed. The couple had fallen into a comfortable routine: they left the house for work in the morning with a kiss goodbye and reunited in the early evening, when Brad was back from the mainland, tired but horny as a dog. He climbed on top of her, or took her right against the kitchen counter and Sarah waited patiently to miss her next period but disappointingly, it still came — unlike her. ════

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[dramatis personae]

Ailbhe of the Dale

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MEDIEVAL - FANTASY
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Tiny bio
Born to a human father and an elven mother as their first child,
family life was not all that happy in the farming village of the Dales.
Her mother barely left the house and, without friends but only judgement
around her, shrunk and withered into a memory of the woman she once was.
The death of Ailbhe's younger brother acted the final hit to an already weakened
mental state, forcing Ailbhe into the mother's role instead.
Her mother died a few years later, leaving the half-elf alone with her father,
a man she had little common ground with. Finding reprieve from the mundane
farming tasks in music, she took a leap of faith and left to pursue a career in singing,
a profession she has been following for the last decade. She knows no home but
the small one she carries with her. But is it a home with nobody to share it with?

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「 ᴡᴏʀᴅʙᴀɴᴋ: low magic, travel, infatuation, elven culture, youth, comfort 」

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Charismatic • Selfish • Musical

She sings, she travels, she dances and makes friends.
Or is there more to her than meets the eye?

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Hannya

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THE WITCHER
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『 Torn away from her human life and turned into a bloodthirsty thing,
she barely has any humanity left. Claws and fangs have replaced
her fingers and teeth, her once healthy body now bruised and dirty,
she's more a beast than a person after it all. Is she a woman
or is she a creature? Cursed and cast out, she doesn't even
remember her own name except during rare, lucid moments
that get lost in the haze of instinct, hunger and need that
otherwise dominate her foggy mind. 』

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Spoiler: Character Kink Sheet

★ FAVE ⠀ ♛ YES⠀ ✎ MAYBE ❖ NO Character Focus Romance Vulnerability Affection Aftercare Consensual Cuddling Dub-Consensual Foreplay Kissing Licking Magic Users Masculinity​ Chastity / Virginity Coercion / Blackmail Corruption Discipline / Reinforcement Drug / Alcohol Use Fear Foot Play Hand Play Healing/Comfort Sex Horror Hypnotism / Mind Control Lima Syndrome Mental Torture Messy Nonconsensual Possessiveness / Jealousy Roughness Scratching / Biting Sexual Exhaustion Sexual Frustration Somnophilia Stockholm Syndrome Tantric Sex Teasing Vanilla Sex Very Experienced Partners Violence Weapon Play​ Abuse / Verbal Abuse Bad Ends Degradation Orgasm Control / Denial Pregnancy Sadism / Masochism​ Anything from my overall noes​

 

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Maliyah Cardoza

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VAMPIRE: THE MASQUERADE
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https://vtm.paradoxwikis.com/Toreador​

 

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Madame Morose

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Historical / Supernatural
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Rumors say the woman who now runs one of the few clean brothels in London's center had, once, been nothing more than a whore herself. To get as far as to afford that place and make a business out of it, she must at least have been a shrewd one. The high-collared shirts and layered skirts do not fool anyone, however. The woman, so endearingly nicknamed Madame Morose, will barely climb higher than the base of the dirty ladder that the criminal underworld remains. Smugglers, dealers and killers surround her professional endeavors at every corner while she remains one of the few feminine presences around the table on the rare occasions of a reunion. They end up in blood more often than not, and blood is bad for business. Nobody wants to fuck next to a motionless body painted in red, after all. Well, maybe you do; you'll have to find someone else for that. Meiyun Pú takes care of her girls and the muscle in her establishment will make sure you'll get no more than what you paid for. It's a pleasure house, not a torture one — combining the joy of music and dance with the thrill of the climb quite frequently. That's what makes the rich visit, then return with their friends. It's a happy place, with women in all shapes and sizes who'll greet you with a smile and invite you in with a half-open dress and their arms around your shoulders. Stay, they tell you, and their goods shine all the brighter when you spot the black-clad Chinese woman sipping her wine in the background. You couldn't imagine fucking that.​

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Agnes "Beau" Montgomery

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CYBERPUNK - NOIR
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the world has turned overwhelming, just like the grouping of these busy pictures
maybe you need to relax? Beau can help...



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Spoiler: Blurb

Once she walked down the stairs of her apartment complex and stepped out the entrance, Yerba Buena greeted her with quiet and a breath of cold air. At 3pm, every corporate worker was still on the mainland, while the freelancers stayed hidden behind thick curtains and locked doors. Agnes had been awake for a few hours at that point, however. With more than a couple of hours to burn, she followed the invisible path of habit to the subway station, took one more flight of stairs and waited for the metro to arrive.

After getting in, baby blues swept over the faces of strangers with dulled curiosity. Her glance wasn't intrusive, but certainly reading. The excited couple occupying two of the seats pushed her lips into a momentary purse just to conceal the amused smile they brought on. It wasn't something she understood, nor something she could ever remember herself as, thus it fascinated her easily. The tired passengers made no impression, and soon she was looking out through the windows, grasping one of the many metallic bars to make sure she wouldn't fall on her face during the short journey to the city center.

Not that she was headed to the heart of traffic and buzz; oh, no. She was off at the last stop to get back on the ground level, meeting the sun with eyes hidden behind her pink, round shades. They made the cityscape look just a bit warmer, which wasn't an unwelcome sight even in the beginning of winter. The yellow star was playing hide and seek behind a considerable amount of clouds, but still felt blinding from the wrong angle. Agnes ignored it as she started walking down Fell street, pale hands hidden in the pockets of her leather jacket.

The air downtown smelled different to her now. Ever since she'd moved to the island, her perspective on the mainland changed. The same streets she had spent years of her life walking on brought a sense of nostalgia to her now. Or was it the people she was missing? Victoria was gone, and Gabby- Well, if only she knew where Gabby was.

Step after step, she arrived at her destination. There was not a hint of Italian in her bloodstream if her mother was to be believed, yet here she was, taking her left hand out of her pocket to press the glass door of Giorgio's open and announcing her arrival with a soft bell hanging overhead. Dressed in black jeans and flat, black boots, the woman with hair that was looking more blonde than pink at this point offered no reasons for staring. Unassuming in both height and build, Agnes took her time letting the somewhat fragile door come back to its closed position, before leisurely approaching the counter. While the day's sun still warmed her back, one might catch a glimpse of the long string of tiny earrings decorating her left ear; the right one only bore a single stud in the most usual, central spot on the contrary. Two silver bands barely weighed the fingers of her right hand as she pressed it on the counter, hardly making any noise — until the staff noticed her, at least.

Thick, slightly dehydrated lips cracked a tender smile at being noticed and an understated breath of a chuckle left her when the server asked her if it was actually getting that cold outside, judging by the somewhat blushed tip of her nose and apples of her cheeks. "Kind of cold, yeah," she uttered, her voice grounded, feminine yet not girlish. She shrugged the jacket off, revealing an equally unimpressive cotton sweater in black with faint, horizontal white stripes and a black shirt's collar merely peeking over the neckline. She took a look at her digital watch, then put her jacket on the empty stool to her side, folding it to prevent it from sliding off. The shades didn't come off just yet. She turned her head to the glass front of the pizzeria and looked outside for a good few moments before raising her left hand to remove them and set them on the countertop. Now that she'd settled down a bit of her perfume would make its way to the noses of the patrons seated near the door — a subtle mix of white florals with a note of vanilla and sandalwood, too.​