Aisling of Bound
"How hard could it possibly be? I've got training, a sword, and years of experience. What could possibly go wrong?"
Biography
Name: Aisling of Bound
Alias: Aisling
Age: 22
Race: Elf
Birthplace: Bound, an industrial elven town
Sex/Gender: Female
Sexuality: Everything
Occupation: Adventurer; formerly an Elven Ranger of the Elven Conclave
Hair: Long, golden-brown
Eyes: Bright turquoise-blue
Height: 5'9"
Build: Curvaceous, with a defined waist and athletic proportions
Tattoos: None.
Piercings: Gold earrings
Features: Pointed ears, arched eyebrows and a mischievous, crooked smile
Attire: White blouse, fitted corset, leather armguards, gloves and thigh-high stockings
Weapon: An ornate fencing sword
Personality
Cheerful, gregarious and adventurous, Aisling is a young elf who has always wanted more from life than the security and routine of her hometown. She is happiest when travelling, meeting new people, solving problems and helping those in need.
Aisling possesses a strong sense of justice, though she has little patience for bureaucracy or authorities who seem unwilling to act. Her years as an Elven Ranger reinforced her belief that protecting others is a worthwhile calling, even as the repetitive nature of the work eventually drove her to seek a new life.
Outgoing and confident, she approaches unfamiliar situations with enthusiasm and an almost comical disregard for danger. Her fencing training has made her capable with a blade, but her confidence frequently exceeds her experience. She is impulsive, stubborn and prone to underestimating the risks of whatever adventure has caught her attention.
Despite her bravado, Aisling has a deeply private submissive side. Since nineteen, she has been fascinated by the sensation and imagery of being restrained, wrapped in fabric and rendered helpless. Silk, velvet, ribbons and even ordinary shoestrings can awaken fantasies of being bound and discovered in a vulnerable position.
These desires embarrass her. Aisling associates being a Ranger with courage, independence and control, and she struggles to reconcile that image with her fascination with surrendering those very things. She habitually represses such thoughts, fearful of how others might react if they discovered them.
The contradiction is especially pronounced because she enjoys being seen as capable and fearless. In public, she is the cheerful adventurer with a crooked smile and a sword at her hip. Privately, she sometimes longs to relinquish the responsibility of always appearing in command.
Ultimately, Aisling is a good-hearted but inexperienced adventurer whose idealism, curiosity and conflicting desires may lead her into situations she is far less prepared for than she believes.
Likes: Fencing, travelling, forests, taverns, meeting people, exploration and adventure
Loves: Freedom, helping others, doing good in the world and discovering new places
Dislikes: Monotony, injustice, bureaucracy, cruelty and being confined to a desk
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Strengths: Swordsmanship, agility, enthusiasm, courage and sociability
Weaknesses: Impatience, overconfidence, impulsiveness and inexperience
Private Interests: Bondage, restraint, fabric wrapping, helplessness and non consensual sexual fantasies
Other: Her private fantasies conflict with the fearless, independent image she tries to maintain
History
Aisling was adventurous. That much had always been certain of her nature.
As a child, when she wasn't pretending to be an Elven Ranger, she could usually be found wandering the surrounding woods or imagining herself as the heroine of one of the many fantasy novels she'd scrounged from the elven library.
Anything was preferable to the drab little life she awoke to every morning on the outskirts of an old industrial elven town, where its remaining workers scurried to the docks from noon until night before huddling together in taverns to drink themselves to sleep.
Aisling had always wanted more.
Her parents were cobblers. Respectable ones, who'd fought for a stable existence through craftsmanship and aggressive haggling at the market. They expected their daughter would eventually discover the virtues of stability as well. She never did.
Aisling wanted to travel. She wanted to explore. More than anything, she wanted to be out and about in the world doing good rather than hiding within a cobbler's stall. Becoming an Elven Ranger—the guardians of the Conclave—seemed like the only real fit.
There had also been another awakening during those years. Once she'd left her life in Bound behind and found herself working with garments in the city at 19. A fetishistic one.
Aisling couldn't quite recall when it had happened, but felt it must've been the first time she'd felt a silk thread wound tightly around her fingertips.
Or maybe it was velvet.
Or perhaps it was simply the dull length of a shoestring, something that was always found in excess in her aunt's garment shop as well as her family home.
Whatever it had been, she hadn't wanted it to stop at her wrists. She wanted to be enveloped in it. Engulfed. Wrapped and bound upon the cold floor, utterly incapable of wriggling herself free.
Then someone would come across her. A co-worker, perhaps. Maybe even a complete stranger. Someone who would take one look at the supposedly fearless Aisling and realise she could be a crazy mess of hormones underneath the cheerful, gregarious personality that beamed through her crooked smile and locks of golden-brown hair.
She always repressed such troublesome thoughts. Always. Such submissiveness was hardly befitting an Elven Ranger who, for all her misplaced confidence, safeguarded her fellow elves throughout the growing cities of the Elven Conclave.
And Aisling loved the work. She loved being out in the world. She loved having somewhere to go, someone to protect and some problem that needed solving. She loved that she wasn't trapped behind a desk or market stall, hoping someone would gaze upon her wares as she counted down the minutes until she could be amongst friends again.
But eventually, even being a Ranger became routine.
The taverns all looked the same. She kept arresting the same cretins, breaking up the same fights, and growing increasingly pessimistic about any prospect of real change as she watched one scrote after another being let off their leash by the soft-handed approach the elven judges took towards law and order.
She needed another escape. A reset. One that would give her the enormous world beyond the Conclave that Aisling so desperately wanted to see.
There were only so many career paths a Conclave officer could wander into. Espionage had been her first thought, but becoming competent at that required years of training that Aisling possessed neither the time nor the patience for.
Then, one evening, she heard yarns being spun around the tavern about a new craze emanating from the human and dwarven lands:
Dungeon exploring.
There were buried treasures beneath the old dwarven thaigs, they said. Ancient artefacts. Forgotten riches. Perhaps even a treasure valuable enough to grant whoever discovered it a lifetime of wealth. Aisling's interest was immediately piqued.
How hard could it possibly be? She had training. Supplies. Years of fencing experience. And, most importantly, she had considerably more confidence than experience.
What could possibly go wrong?
Aisling's Kinks & Limits
A guide to Aisling's interests, boundaries and preferred roleplay dynamics.
Kinks & Interests
BDSM
Bondage / Restraints
Non-Con
Free Use
Public Use
Public Humiliation
Bondage Walks in Public
Risky / Public Sex
Outdoor Sex
Spanking
Hair Pulling
Slut-Shaming
Derogatory Comments from Other Women
Skimpy Bondage Outfits
Name Scribbling / Body Writing
Ponygirls / Pet Play
Gangbangs
Gloryholes
Elf Butts
Being the rope bunny for a bunch of perverted fantasy adventurers
Slapping
Age Gaps
Ideally, Aisling would love to have one or two adventurers who are 20+ years older than her in the party.
Bondage Furniture
Exhibitionism
Couples
Wouldn't it also be nice if the two oldest adventurers in the party were a couple who've found the unicorn they've been searching for in Aisling?
Being Whored out
Mummification
Sex Magic
Magical BDSM toys
Maid outfits
More to follow!
Limits / Hard No's
Incest
Underage
Bathroom / Toilet Stuff
Scat
Watersports
Gore
Some mild violence, such as punching or slapping, is fine however.
Vore
Facesitting
Just not my thing.
More to follow!
All roleplay participants and characters must be adults.
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