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Hannya
Min'dalar
Nith'meya
Ailbhe of the Dale
Mal'thrae Meltral
Sa'adah Dahmani
Bathsheba Dhaksim
Rhea Lharaendo
Lafneh Narsesh
Zahra Aaliyah
Ulumpha Ghorak

Lysa Manderly
Myrrah Martell
Naerys Targaryen
Elenya Baratheon
Ide Stone
Daena of Lys
Shaena

Elodie of Temeria
Vicanda of Cintra
Zinnaliah of Cidaris
Valaila Zelona(Star Wars)
Hanae Lee
Agnes Montgomery (Cyberpunk)
Aude McLoughlin (Harry Potter)
Sarah Carter (Midnight Mass)
Madame Morose
Maliyah Cardoza
Hanae Lee
Jewel Wright
Leah Wilson
Rose J. Moore
Naira McBride
Aude McLoughlin

 
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Sarah Carter
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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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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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Charismatic • Selfish • Musical

She sings, she travels, she dances and makes friends.
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Hannya
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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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  • 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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Madame Morose

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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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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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Agnes "Beau" Montgomery
She didn't want him to find this out about her but, just like with her fatigue, George wasn't doing her the kind of favor she'd have hoped for. He was here, paying attention, perhaps more than she was used to — or perhaps to the things that truly made the person living inside the shell of pale flesh. "Yeah," she smiled at him, although it was a sheepish one and slightly embarrassed. What he was suggesting made sense and, although she did not have the luxury of time to consider it now, his words were truer than she realized. If this had been a routine night, she would have gone for a fatty meal before enjoying her whiskey, but she had gotten so wrapped up in her anger, and later her confusion, that grabbing even a hotdog had totally slipped her mind. Thus, there she was, her gaze moving from him to the couch as she took a few steps towards the latter. Her other hand rose too, perhaps to help with her balance or in a silent request for more aid. There was nothing wrong with her legs, not yet at least, but she didn't rush to get there in fear of alarming George further.

"I think I'd actually like to... Hear a story," Agnes attempted continuing their conversation, although the darkening room around her gave her pause for a moment in the middle of such an effort. She was almost there, blinking before she turned around to drop a little too quickly on the leather sofa, and soon brought her hands fingers down against the expensive material. Rather than feeling it for the sake of it, what Agnes was doing was pressing her concealed palms on it and using her stretched arms to give herself a straighter spine and better posture; in reality, having fainted before, she knew she was teetering on the edge there.

Things could get more embarrassing yet. But she had a choice: Focus on herself, and she'd soon fade — or she could focus on anything else and weather a hopefully short storm without her pride getting any more bloody.

She chose to look up at George. Spirits and Gods be good, Agnes prayed that he'd not stay standing for much longer, or this attempt of saving face would fail just as much as the previous ones. She glanced from him to the emptiness of the couch beside her, feeling the back of her head growing even more heavy than before at the swiveling, even if slow, motion. Fuck.








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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.​
 
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Lysa Manderly

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Politics - Courtship - Arranged Marriage - Healing trauma -



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Age: 20-26
Relatives: Wyman Manderly (father), Merelise Manderly(mother), Wylis Manderly (older brother), Wendel Manderly(older brother),
Alignment: Lawful Good
Strengths: Intuitive, insightful, empathetic, determined, diplomatic, leader-like, compassionate, witty
Weaknesses: Withdrawn, slow-to-trust, critical and judgmental, anxious, secretive, aloof
Hobbies: Reading, writing/copying scripts, praying, needlework, embroidery, gardening, (and hopefully) horse-riding
Favorite Foods: Salted cod stew, crab cakes and blueberry tarts.
Favorite Color: Manderly teal

Aspirations: To be the matriarch of a powerful and respected house, where she can live a more interesting life and broaden her horizons past White Harbor. To be a good mother, and to live long enough to see her own children grow up and continue the family line.
Fears: Dying in childbirth, getting married to the enemy/a cruel man, starving to death, her secrets getting revealed
Likes: Intelligence, good manners, taking one's time with acquainting with another, the crisp air, the smell of sea, snow.​
Born in the stone halls of White Harbor, Lysa Manderly was the third child and only daughter to Lord Wyman and Lady Merelise, a union of notable grace and nobility. Yet, her first moments in the world were overshadowed by the most profound of tragedies—her mother's life ebbing away in exchange for her own. From the start, Lysa bore the weight of absence, for she never knew the warmth of her mother's embrace nor the soothing cadence of her voice. Merelise, remembered as a kind and radiant presence, lingered only in the stories whispered by the household and the treasured memories of her elder siblings.

Though bereft of her mother, Lysa grew up immersed in the refinement and tradition befitting a lady of House Manderly. Her days were filled with the meticulous arts of needlework and weaving, where she spun tapestries of intricate beauty. Her nimble fingers also found solace in the written word. She spent countless hours transcribing manuscripts, her quill gliding across parchment, preserving the knowledge and lore that would one day enrich the archives of White Harbor. Through these pursuits, she cultivated not only skill but an uncommon depth of understanding and creativity.

Lysa's nature was marked by profound empathy and insight, qualities that set her apart even within her own family. She possessed a keen intuition, often discerning unspoken struggles and emotions in those around her. Though she carried herself with quiet grace, her resolve was unyielding when it came to matters of principle or protecting those she cared for. She dreamed deeply, though she shared her aspirations with few, preferring the solace of private reflection. Her ability to connect with others on a meaningful level made her a confidante to many, yet she remained enigmatic, her heart guarded like a priceless treasure.

Fate, however, cast a shadow upon her in her early adulthood. It was in the years following her eighteenth nameday that an unsettling change began to unfold. At first, Lysa dismissed the faint blur in her left eye as a trick of the light or a consequence of reading by flickering candlelight. Yet, as the weeks turned to months, the haze thickened, veiling her vision until her eye turned pale and clouded, like the surface of a frost-covered lake. The maesters of White Harbor, learned though they were, could offer neither cure nor explanation for her condition. Despite their efforts, the cause of her affliction remained as elusive as the tides themselves.

To Lysa, the loss of her sight in one eye was a quiet sorrow, one she bore without complaint. Though outwardly the mermaid carried this affliction with dignity, she harbored a secret locked deep within her heart — a truth about her clouded eye that she would never reveal, not even to her family. The weight of it was hers alone to bear, a quiet burden woven into the fabric of her being. And yet, in her silence, her resolve grew. The mystery of her condition lent her an air of inscrutability, a hidden strength that shaped her into a figure of quiet resilience — a testament to the enduring spirit of the sea that flows through the blood of House Manderly...​
Height: 1.63m
Weight: 50kg
Build: Slender, slightly underweight
Complexion: Northern palor
Eye Color: Blue — her left eye is milky however
Hair Color: Blonde, the tips are dyed teal
Other: The spitting image of her deceased mother.​
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Raw Notes for character #52

BG1:
She grew up in a chaotic household, where love and attention came inconsistently, often tied to performance or appearances. This early instability taught her to rely on charm and charisma to navigate the world. She developed a magnetic personality that drew people in, but beneath it, she carried a deep fear of rejection and abandonment.

In her early twenties, she sought excitement and freedom, frequently jumping from one adventure or relationship to another, avoiding emotional depth. Along the way, she battled her own struggles—perhaps a brief entanglement with substance abuse or a damaging relationship that left her wary yet craving control. Her impulsive and erratic behavior stems from a fear of stillness, as stillness forces her to confront her unresolved pain.

When she meets someone like Jesse, she recognizes his empathetic nature and vulnerability, which she uses to create an intense, almost intoxicating bond. However, her need for control and her own insecurities make the relationship tumultuous, filled with highs and lows that leave both of them emotionally drained.

BG2:
She grew up in a seemingly stable home, one that looked perfect from the outside but was marked by subtle neglect and emotional suppression. Her parents were overachievers, expecting perfection from her while offering little emotional support. This pressure left her with an insatiable need for validation and a fear of failure, driving her to become someone who constantly seeks attention and approval.

In her late teens, she rebelled against the rigid expectations of her upbringing, diving into a lifestyle of spontaneity and risk-taking. She became adept at charming her way through life, building relationships based on intensity rather than trust. Her past relationships often burned out quickly, leaving behind a trail of unhealed wounds—both hers and those of others.

When she meets Jesse, she senses his kindness and emotional depth, which draws her in. However, her insecurities manifest as jealousy or possessiveness, and her need for excitement leads to dramatic conflicts. She unintentionally becomes a destabilizing force in his life, creating a toxic bond that's difficult for either of them to break.

BG3:
She comes from a background of constant turmoil—maybe her family was marked by financial instability or volatile relationships. From an early age, she learned to fend for herself, relying on cunning and charm to survive in a world that seemed stacked against her. Over time, this developed into a fierce independence, but also a deep mistrust of others and an inability to form healthy emotional connections.

Her charisma makes her magnetic, and she's always surrounded by people, but she keeps her true self hidden behind layers of deflection and wit. She craves control in relationships, often seeking out partners who are emotionally vulnerable or empathetic, as they're easier for her to dominate. While she may genuinely care for Jesse on some level, her fear of vulnerability leads her to sabotage the relationship, creating cycles of manipulation and reconciliation.

Her intensity and self-destructive tendencies might parallel some of Jesse's past experiences, drawing him to her despite the toxic patterns. Their bond would be fueled by shared pain and fleeting moments of understanding, making it all the harder to break away.

Traits
A Troubled Soul
Chaotic Energy: Someone who thrives on unpredictability. Her instability could make her magnetizing but harmful.
Manipulative Charm: She might be outwardly warm or alluring, but use emotional manipulation to keep people attached—playing on guilt or needs for redemption.
Emotionally Unstable
Addictive Personality: Perhaps she has her own battles with substance abuse or risky behavior
Charismatic yet Damaged
Mirror of the Past
 

Valaila Zelona
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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 ]

 
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Sa'adah of Rashemen1:
Forged in Flames, Tempered in Shadows


Gender: Female
Apparent Age: Early 30s
Eye color: Amber
Hair: Black, thick and curly
Height: 5'5" / 165cm
Build: Curvy
Body modifications: Piercings and tattoos
Orientation: Straight, mostly

Background:
Born into exile, Sa'adah was the child of Rashemi parents who fled their homeland under threat of bloodshed and betrayal. The foreign land they stumbled into might have offered safety from their pursuers, but it brought a different kind of torment. Here, in the polished courts and cobbled streets, their heritage was poison. Their witchcraft, feared and reviled, was met with scorn and whispered threats of burning stakes. The family learned quickly: to survive meant to smother the embers of their traditions, to hide their power beneath a mask of submission.

But fire cannot be tamed forever. Sa'adah's mother, desperate to pass on their lineage, taught her daughter the art of fire manipulation in secret. By candlelight in the dead of night, Sa'adah's lessons began—not with gentle guidance, but with the raw, brutal reality of what it meant to wield power in a world that wanted her kind extinguished. Her hands blistered, her body bore scars from flames that she could not yet control, but the pain became her crucible. From it, she emerged stronger, fiercer. Her father, ever the cautious one, tried to hammer rules into her: Hide your strength. Bow your head. Be invisible. But Sa'adah's flames had already tasted freedom, and she could not bear the thought of living and dying in chains of silence. Her defiance grew sharper, her frustrations more explosive, until one night, with her family's final warning still ringing in her ears, she walked out into the dark and never looked back.

One fateful night, with embers of defiance glowing in her soul, she left her family behind. Armed with her growing mastery of fire magic, Sa'adah ventured into the world, determined to carve her own destiny. Her journey was far from easy. Civilization's disdain for magic followed her like a shadow, yet she found ways to thrive. Selling her fiery talents as a service to those who needed them, she earned her keep. Sometimes she lit hearths for desperate villagers; other times she burned obstacles for those with less noble intentions. And when opportunity knocked on the door of mischief and small-scale crime, Sa'adah answered—an act of survival, not malice.

Her reputation grew, fueled by both whispers of admiration and rumors of her dangerous edge. Sa'adah became a figure of intrigue—a woman untethered, fiery in spirit and craft, forging her fortune one spark at a time. Though the road ahead remained uncertain, one thing was clear: Sa'adah would not let her fire be extinguished.




 
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the mutt



Nith'meya

Jaded • Witty • Tired

ᴡᴏʀᴅʙᴀɴᴋ:
Adventure / Journeying
Seduction
Violent Emotions
Hard people butting heads
Mature x immature
Love/Hate Relationships
Enemies Working Together​

Race: Tiefling-Human-(Drow)
Gender: Female
Age: 29
Hair: Black and wavy
Eye color: Amber brown / Red
Body modifications: Piercings and tattoos
Build: Slender, like a rogue that also has to run for her life
Occupation: Traveling problem-solver
Location: Mainland Faerun

She's been on the road for many years, and the road takes its toll on people.
If you need something or someone removed, she might just take your coin and deal with it.
She might try to resolve other disputes for you, too.
But she's better with her daggers than with her lips — in more than one ways.






 
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the bookworm




Bathsheba Dhaksim

Considerate • Withdrawn • Devoted

ᴡᴏʀᴅʙᴀɴᴋ:

small secrets, overcoming odds,
hero's sidekick, healing trauma,
comfort and togetherness, horned sweethearts,
friends to lovers, slow-burn romance, mid-fantasy​

Gender: Female
Race: Tiefling
Apparent Age: Late 20s
Eye color: Hazel green
Hair: Dark brown, barely wavy
Height: 177cm / 5'10"
Build: Tall and lanky
Orientation: Straight

She appears as normal as they come, perhaps too normal — she is trying her best to blend in.
With her true, tiefling nature always concealed, she leads a boring life
as a herbal remedies' store clerk, a part-time cook and a volunteer librarian.
She does not wish to be seen — or does she?
Wouldn't it be nice to be able to just be for once, and not pretend?

Would you be her friend?
Or would you run away at the sight of horns, tail and wings sprouting from behind her back?




Favorite

♥ Affection
Aftercare
Ahegao
Clit Play
Clothed Sex
Consensual
Cuddling
Dating
Dirty Talking
Fantasy
Fingering (Vaginal)
♥ Foreplay
♥ Gentleness
♥ Kissing
Licking
Magic Users
Masculinity
♥ Mutual Pleasure
Nonsexual Roleplay
♥ Pampering
♥ Praise
♥ Preferential Treatment
♥ Protectiveness
Pussy Worship
Realism
Romance
♥ Sexual Discovery
Slice of Life
Story Driven
♥ Touching
Teasing
Vaginal Sex (Receiving)
♥ Vulnerability
Yes

Aphrodisiacs
Ass Worship
Blindfolds
Breast / Nipple Play
Breast / Nipple Worship
Chastity
Coercion / Blackmail
Corruption
Drug / Alcohol Use
Dub-Consensual
Ear Play
♥ Endearments
Fingers in Mouth
Food Play
Foot Play
Footjobs
Handcuffs
Hand Play
Handjobs
Hotdogging
Intercrural Sex
Lima Syndrome
Massages
Multiple Orgasms
Muscle Worship
Muscular Characters
Oral Sex (Giving)
Oral Sex (Receiving)
Oral Virginity
Possessiveness / Jealousy
Potions / Injections
Racism
Roughness
Scratching
Sexual Exhaustion
Sexual Frustration
Titfucking
Wings
Maybe

Adultery
Anal Sex (Receiving)
Anal Virginity
Bad Ends
Biting
Breath Control
Exhibitionism
Face Slapping
Fingering (Anal)
Hair Pulling
Ice
Kidnapping
Light / Medium Bondage
Orgasm Control / Denial
Pleasure Control / Denial
Pseudo-rape
Rimming (Receiving)
Risk of Pregnancy
Sexual Pain
Throat Penetration
Vaginal Virginity
Voyeurism
Weapon Play
No

Ass to Mouth
Instant Hookups
Non-consensual
Polyamory
Prostitution
 
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the priestess




Mal'thrae Meltral

Gender: Female
Race: Drow
Age: 103
Apparent Age: Late teens (18+)

Eye color: Lavender
Hair: White
Height: 158cm
Build: Thin
Body modifications: Piercings

Location: The Underdark
Occupation: Priestess of Lloth
Orientation: Straight

Dressed from head to toe in black, you'd only sneak a peek at her snow-white mane by accident, hair long enough to reach her hips that made her seem all the shorter—and Mal'thrae was a petite drow, a skinny thing with an angular, almost gaunt face. Her dark gray skin still shone with youth's graces, healthy even if thin, all the more so around her pierced nose. Three tiny bars with pointy ends on both sides went through the top of its somewhat aquiline bridge, just wide enough to fit and no wider. Her long lips appeared to have suffered a similar fate, with two snake bites through which circular but open, spiky silver came out as well as a simple ring right in the middle of her lower lip in a labret.




 
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