Trials of the God Born (Recruitment thread)

[Vergil1989]

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Gods, immortal beings responsible for taking the chaos of the universe, and shaping it into the worlds and planes of the multiverse we know today, have always ruled from afar in a council of 'elders', overseeing their creations but otherwise remaining distant, if caring, concerned observers.  They had created countless worlds, races, and wonders across them all, yet of all of their creations, humanity was the only one that gave them reason to pause.  To wonder if they had made a mistake because of their propensity for violence, bigotry, and worse.  They became so upset and worried that they would destroy the world they had worked so hard to create, that it was decided that they'd need to be erased from existence.  But one of the gods thought they simply needed a more direct and gentle influence in their relatively short lives.  Intrigued, the other cosmic beings listened to the 'youngest' of their order as he laid out his proposal, suggesting that one of them go down to this world in question, and become the living embodiment of a god among them.  Despite knowing full well there would be some, even with proof of such divinity among them, that would do all in their power to destroy him, to subvert and corrupt his attempts to be a force for good and gentle change for the better, the other gods were convinced to give their youngest a chance to steer humanity towards a better path than the one they seemed so intent to follow by giving into their harsher, darker natures.  An agreement was eventually reached, rules were set down, and the young god was allowed to leave their otherworldly home to be 'reborn' into a mortal, yet cosmic being the likes humanity and the other mortal races had never seen before.

Found by a compassionate, young human woman who had just set out from her home, the newly 'born' god that had fallen from the skies was put into the woman's pack and carried away.  She learned much from him as they came upon a village, that would later become a grand, sprawling city, where he was allowed to carve out a home beneath their feet.  From there, he grew, he grew to such a size that he carved out a massive network of tunnels, caverns, and more so that his miles of tentacles could come up from any point among those that worshiped him and the religion he had begun with his human companion and consort.  And it was through her that the first of the now legendary god born, were given life.  Immortal protectors, guardians of the city he now resided beneath, the immortal god that had chosen to become a being of flesh watched as their children grew to become unstoppable warriors, mages, sorcerers, and more, all of them driven to protect that which he and his first high priestess had created.  Militaristic, disciplined, and powerful beyond almost all imagining, few threats could stop them, and for those adversaries that proved too much even for their combined might, their tentacled god was there to provide his own power and might to the defense of the world he had given up so much to see stave off the divine judgment of his peers.  Demon Lords from the Nine Hells and the Abyss both were left shattered, forced to return to their home planes in battered, bloodied pieces, dragons of an evil nature often found themselves hung up and mounted in the Hall of Heroes, and entire conquering armies have been shattered like so much glass.  Whatever the threat, one thing is known for certain, the god born will always be fabled heroes and immortal guardians, favorites of the people and protectors of the just and the innocent, and absolute nightmares on the battlefield against those who would dare to ravage their world.

Pertinent details

1:  God born are immortal, but all of them are born sterile.  Futa or female, it doesn't matter, nothing can impregnate or be impregnated by a god born.
2:  God born aren't invincible.  While rare, there are those that have fallen and died throughout the long centuries that they've been alive, either through sheer misfortune or they were defeated in battle.
3:  The god born are only born through the union of the god's chosen high priestess and himself.  While he will not fail to successfully impregnate his high priestess, the normal length of time for a standard pregnancy is still required, and it takes as many years for a newborn to mature, as it would for whatever race they were born from.  (Humans are about eighteen before they reach maturity, elves are about a century, etc etc)
4:  God born are either female, or futa/herms, but never male.  In addition, they are more prone to sexual acts, often engaging in passionate, pleasure filled orgies before they go out into the world to stop monstrous threats, breaking apart criminal organizations, and so on upon the order of the high priestess and the war matron, with their god's blessing guiding their arms.  Sometimes they simply take each other before such missions, all too happy to invite their high priestess in such cases, but many enjoy the attention of their tentacled 'father' and living god.  Whatever the case, everyone knows well that the god born are powerful warriors, with the lascivious demeanor of nymphomaniacs.
5:  There is only one high priestess, just as there is only one 'god' that she serves.  Even so, he is not a jealous deity, and he cares not for what race a person is.  He only cares that they are kind, compassionate individuals at their core, even if they are militant against those that would threaten the city and those that reside within.  Because the world has grown used and usually accepts help from the god born and thus, the city they call home, their 'children' are often a welcome sight against those things that would otherwise run roughshod across the world's surface, or below it.
6:  The high priestess is given an extended life span through their god's power, and the ability to telepathically speak with the entity wherever they are, but once they feel their time is ending, she and the guardian will seek out a replacement.  Once one is chosen, the old high priestess will often pass away in her sleep that very same night.  It is not unheard of for the funeral procession that takes place to last for several hours, easy, such is often the love and generosity they are known for towards those they have protected for so long that those they have affected are all too happy to honor and immortalize her in their own small way.

City of Ivalice.

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The city of Ivalice, where countless individuals across the racial spectrum, (elves, tieflings, aasimar, humans, etc), reside.  Ivalice is a beautiful, sprawling city with countless wonders and sights to behold for even the most jaded traveler.  The arcane academies are rumored to be the best in the world, the historical archives and museums housing artifacts from the ancient past are maintained with care and are often full of eager children and old explorers alike, and the number of restaurants, bathhouses, brothels, top class inns, and more promises excitement and more for everyone.  Simply put, no matter your tastes, there is something to do for everyone.  The dozens of prayer wells, despite being devoid of water, are often the first stop for many of the city's more faithful residents.  It's not unheard of for the guardian deity to poke a tentacle out on occasion, either to scare off would be bullies of the young, or to simply bring a too curious child back out of the darkness if they should fall into one such well.

Guardian Diety's central temple

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The high priestess resides here once she has been chosen, often times called to serve through the previous high priestess who hears their god's words through their telepathic bond.  On occasion, the god will speak a promising priestess's name himself, but whatever the case, those that are brought into the fold are blessed with an extended life and all of the authority with all of the resources that come with her station.  Control of the god born and the armies at Ivalice's command are but one part of their office.  They are ambassadors to the world, mothers of the god born, teachers of the young, and protectors and voices for those that have no one else to turn to.  And of course, they often find themselves willing participants of the sexual escapades between the god born themselves.  When they aren't otherwise 'busy', they spend time with the god himself, who also has his own needs and desires, but despite what some believe, he has never taken someone against their will, and he is a very attentive and caring lover.  The temple itself houses a number of shrine maidens, caretakers, and teachers that maintain the temple grounds themselves, but also care for the homeless, the orphaned, and in-firmed with the generous donations and offerings that are brought to them.

Hall of Heroes and Training Academy grounds

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The god born call the Hall of Heroes their home, when they aren't otherwise....engaged, either on missions around the world, or with their fellows in arms.  Whatever the case, the Hall of Heroes is both living space for the god born, and training grounds for up and coming warriors of their supernaturally gifted prowess and might.  While there are exceptionally gifted warriors that can stand toe to toe against them, the god born aren't the best on the merits of their births alone.  They're the bests because they've been disciplined and forged into instruments of war, diplomacy, and more.  Still, they are allowed a certain level of....latitude, given their unique physiologies and the needs that come with them, but overall, they are powerful, wise from the decades, and unrelenting against those that would threaten their world.  It's not uncommon to hear the sounds of steel clashing against steel, of training dummies being beaten into submission, and the slap of flesh against flesh as full contact sparring and....'sparring', takes place throughout the large stone structure.  Throughout the long halls and large, stone chambers, many artifacts and wall encompassing murals tell their stories through various historical documents, and at times grisly trophies from the enemies they've slain.

Source material between myself and Mannik.  Feel free to ogle to your heart's content.  ;D  For now, this is merely an interest thread, and while I'm hoping to get a couple of Co-GMs to help run this little insanity, I hope this will become a Big Group Game given enough time and effort.  This WON'T be a sand box, despite what it might appear to the contrary, at least, there will be somewhat mandatory Events and story relevant plots thrown at you guys on occasion.  Beyond that though, I'm interested in character development and the like over pages of endless smut.  Still, here's hoping you guys enjoy this idea that Mannik and myself have brought to life.  See ya!

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Quick rules/tidbits to consider.

1:  Character creation might be geared towards the god born themselves, but I'm more than happy to accept males and the like into the game.  If you'd rather play a servant such to one of the god born, the high priestess, or something else altogether, that's fine as well.
2:  Magic is known and generally accepted.  While there are some forms of spellcasting that would be frowned upon if not outright feared and hated on sight, (necromancy, blood magic, etc), overall it simply depends on how one uses their power rather than what that power happens to be.  Since this is a high fantasy world with a measure of magi-tech such as Final Fantasy styled airships and the like, pilots, mechanics, etc would be viable options for the Ivalice's trade convoys and armed forces alike if that's more to your speed.
3:  Save for those large settlements and long established kingdoms, most of this world are wild forests, large desert wastes, and expansive, island dotted oceans.  Your character can come from anywhere, for any reason, even if that means you came from another plane of existence altogether.  If you're playing a god born however, you'd be from Ivalice, but what you do from there is up to you.  ;D
4:  As for the world itself, the little that's been established is that there IS an Underdark where generally evil dark elves and worse call home, but otherwise myself and Mannik have been fairly vague thus far in terms of what else is out there save for cult happy slavers and the like far to the north that are protected by some of the less moral of the kingdoms that dot the mountainous regions, while the southern reaches are desert wastelands where nomadic barbarian tribes live and fight against giant scorpions and other such threats on a regular basis.  So, this simply means that you're free to come up with your own character information and the like.  ;D

IMPORTANT!

1:  As I said once before, I will not be accepting just anyone in the high priestess spot.  Therefore, I won't be accepting the first person to show interest in the role.  The War Matron, provided we get one, will be less important, but I'd prefer someone who'd be good for the role rather than just the first person that comes along.
2:  Males ARE welcome for this game, but they can't be the god born.  If you want to apply for the War Matron spot, that's more than fine, just make sure your character is a certifiable badass in some way so you can stand up to the magical/physical rigors of fighting and training the rightfully named god born.  Although the same goes for a female applicant for the job as well, so meh.....
3:  Characters can be of ANY race and ANY gender, and barring the high priestess, can fill any role you can think of.  Character limits will be 2 to start, but later, if enough interest is shown and those involved stick around long enough, I'll probably open that number up to 4 tops.
4:  As always, please leave any drama at the door and be respectful to each other, as well as their O/Os of course.  And just because there's an obvious fetish for tentacles and futas doesn't mean that has to be what happens to your character specifically.  It's just there for those that WOULD enjoy that aspect of things.  I'll be putting together a tag that WILL be mandatory for each and every post so that people can see what's happening in terms of content and the like in a post without accidentally stumbling across something they'd rather not see, but otherwise it'll be business as usual.
5:  HAVE FUN!  Lol that's always been the goal of any game that pops up though, mine included, so please, enjoy yourselves guys and I'll hopefully see you soon.  See ya!

Here's an example of the kind of character I'm hoping for if you guys want to start thinking up ideas while we wait for hopefully more people to pop up.  This is actually one of the god born myself and Mannik have running around in our solo story.  Enjoy!

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Name:  Vex
Gender:  Female
Age:  610
Sexuality:  Bisexual with a preference for her futa/herm 'sisters' as well as the guardian diety's tentacles, naturally.
Race:  Half drow (dark elf)
God born:  Yes
Class:  Ranger
Preferred Weapon:  A seemingly mundane long bow made from the bark of a black ash tree.  No one knows for sure if her bow is enchanted or if it's just her power alone that makes her so dangerous, but no one's willing to try her bow for themselves to find out for sure.  (It's not but she isn't about to tell people that.)
Power:  Shadowstep:  Vex can rip open shadowy holes in reality, which she can fire her arrows into to make them appear in another place she can see at virtually any angle she so desires.  Her arrows lose none of their momentum, allowing them to strike with the same speed and force, which allows her to maintain her concealment.  When push comes to shove, she can use her own portals to re-position herself, or to allow her to gracefully dodge about the battlefield, becoming a dizzying blur of perfectly placed shots that burn right through anything they're fired upon.  Even the hardiest of foes find themselves easily dispatched as their very souls are shattered under her darkness wreathed arrows, piles of ash and their empty armors and weapons falling to the ground the only trace of their passing.
Weakness:  While her Shadowstep makes her quite formidable, not counting the fact she's had centuries to master her ranger craft, allowing her to hunt and track across nearly any environment she has experience with, Vex cannot use her power without consequence.  It wears her out quite quickly, and since she has to be covered almost completely in shadow just to even initiate it, she's severely limited when in daylight.  Not only that, but she has to be able to see where it is she wants to either fire her arrows or to 'jump' from point to point, and any momentum she has behind her or her shots means she cannot stop once she steps through a portal, making fights on mountainous terrain or areas covered in ice quite dangerous for her.
Appearance:  Dark, crimson, artfully tousled locks falls across her back and her front in uneven but beautiful waves.  Pale, crimson eyes peer out from her ageless, flawlessly pale gray skinned face with a pair of slightly rounded but still elongated elven ears.  While she prefers to dress in simple traveling leathers, often in dark greens, blacks, and browns from the neck down so as to better blend into the background of the forests and the like where she often finds herself, Vex is nearly at home in the cities of the world as anywhere.  Tall and slender as a willow wand, Vex is agile and quick footed as any elf, and since she was born a half elf from her half elven mother when she was made the next high priestess centuries ago, her light sensitive eyes aren't quite as effected by light than her full blooded drow counterparts.
Personality:  Mischievous, playful, compassionate, yet ruthless and without mercy against the wicked and unjust, Vex is dedicated to the cause of protecting the people of her world with her every breath.  She has no qualms about killing those that have purposely set about preying upon the weak, regardless of where they originally came from, or what they are for that matter.  As far as the common man and woman are concerned though, she tries not to let their opinions about her nature, or the fact her mother was a 'bastard' half breed herself, but upon those days that the years of her immortality catch up with her and she feels the weight of her impending years press upon her, coupled by the fact she's always been 'alone', despite the fact many of her fellow god born love and treasure her presence, Vex often seeks solitude in the deep woods of the northern forests, far from Ivalice's walls.  Most days though, she's all too happy to play harmless pranks on her fellow god born, and for those high priestesses she's seen come and go since her mother's reign, depending on their general personalities, even they might not be exempt from her playful nature.  As for her sexual appetites, those to have led Vex to warming more than a few beds with gusto, but she is normally a sensual lover, one that prefers to attend to her partner's needs first before indulging in her own.
Background:  One of the three that slayed Ironscythe, formerly a black, acid spitting ancient dragon that had terrorized the eastern kingdoms for decades until it made the mistake of trying to take Ivalice into its domain, Vex stood against the winged nightmare, her unerring accuracy one of the keys to its downfall as she effortlessly blinded the monster, ensuring its destruction in the fight that unfolded afterwards.  It was simply the start of her legend, which can still be found on the wall length murals within the Hall of Heroes, the skeletal remains of the black dragon on prominent display, suspended from the ceiling to this very day.  Before she was the legendary ranger she is today however, Vex was born to a half elf high priestess by the name of Zokur.  Her mother's rule, alongside the tentacled beast deity of a 'father', wasn't the best Ivalice and the world had ever seen, but it was far from bad either.  Part of the problem stemmed from the simple fact her mother was dark elven at all, but Vex had a relatively good childhood among her fellow god born.  Those that were her senior, often by many centuries, were happy to teach her what they could, while those that were either her age or younger looked up to Vex and the other, older members of their small but elite order.  But most important of all, Vex learned early on that their shared 'father', for lack of a better word to describe the guardian deity that had given her and her 'sisters' life, was a very kind and compassionate figure throughout her life.  While only the high priestess could ever, truly communicate with the being that called the underground expanses home, Vex learned early on that he cared immensely for all of his progeny, and often was the time she curled up on his massive bulk when she was still a child, innocent and in need of at least one if not both of her parents so close at hand.  A habit that many of the god born could attest to since even the oldest among them still, on occasion, made it a point to make their beds on top of the deity's warm flesh....when they weren't otherwise engaged with the tentacled beast.  But despite what some, misinformed people would suggest or outright yell to the contrary, their father wasn't in the habit of forcing himself upon anyone, and neither did he engage in his desires when one of his still too young children were around to see such a thing unfold.  He preferred to protect their innocence for as long as possible, even though many willingly trained to become deadly warriors without equal.

Whatever the case, Vex grew to be a strong and capable woman, but the weight of the years that passed caught up with her when her mother, already considered old by elven standards, finally passed away even though the guardian had extended her life considerably.  Even his power has limits however, and Zukor, when she deemed it was time for her to go on to the next plane of existence, began to seek out her replacement.  The fact her lungs were failing her along with her heart only spurred her decision onward, and Vex was there to help her to the pit when the day came for her to close her eyes for good.  After she recovered from the loss, Vex's demeanor changed.  She became quieter, less prone to laughter, and she spent far more time out in the wild places of the world, seeking the peaceful solitude of the forests and plains over the crowds of the city or the sympathetic words and gestures that always seemed to follow her around.  It took many decades for her to return to any semblance of her former self, but she still chooses to remain out in the woods more than some would consider safe or wise.  And when times get too tough for her to handle, she'll isolate herself for weeks at a time once the trouble blows over.  Still, even now, she does what she can for the youngest of the god born, just as was done for her when she was such a young girl herself, while offering what aid she can to those she calls 'sister' and friend.  Even though she was an only child, despite many attempts by both her mother and 'father' to conceive more god born between them, Vex considers most of her fellow god born as her family, and she would die to protect them and Ivalice itself if that's what it took to see them safe and whole.

IC kinks/preferences:  Hunting, reading, bardic performances (especially if it's from one of her god born 'sisters), small intimate gatherings, playful partners, harmless pranks, walking through the woods and plains around the city.
Sensory play, light to medium BDSM, tentacles, blind folds, snuggles, love bites, and orgies.  (See O/O page for the rest.)
IC offs/dislikes:  Fish, too much hair, evil in general with a particularly strong dislike against slavers, stupidity, morbidly obese individuals, lazy or undisciplined people, and wasting good food/drink.
Verbal/physical abuse, bathroom, incest (not counting her 'father' and her sisters since she isn't technically related to any of them), heavy BDSM, collars.  (See O/O page for the rest)

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Rules:

1. Ivalice and the world at large might have guns, but they're hard to come by, and they use blackpowder packets like the rifles and their like from the old days.  As long as you don't pull out a bazooka or anything, we should be fine with anyone playing a tinkerer or gunslinger type of character.  If you DO insist on something far more magically powerful/advanced/etc, just run it by us first.

2. While sex is a thing in this game, the consequences of it may only apply if both characters are in approval of such.  Just ask before knocking up another person, (if that's even possible), or anything else for that matter.  :P

3. Player limits must be observed AT ALL TIMES. We will not tolerate bullies, underage characters, or meta-gamers. Anyone breaking these rules will be warned, then removed from the game. In serious offenses, the offenders will be reported to Elliquiy administration.

4. Face claims can come from real people, but the obvious fantastical elements of this game make it reasonable to assume pictures from anime, art work, etc, are acceptable.  If you want to use a Face Claim, that's fine, just make sure you label it as such in your profile and let us know so we can get a list going.

5. All posts should be made in the third person. It just helps with the flow of the game, making it easier for all.

6. If you are going to be absent for an extended amount of time, please just tell us. Any characters that go silent for three weeks without notice will be struck out on the character thread, and their characters considered moved or deceased.

7. Meta-gaming kills the game for everyone. Remember this when playing in combat roles.

8. This game is in the Extreme thread for a reason. This is an adult game, that will be having some very dark themes at some point.  If there is something that is a possible trigger, please let the GM staff know so we can properly warn in advance of upcoming events. All events will have warning tags though.

9. Common sense is king. Use it when your characters react, or at least as much as a fantastical game like this would allow anyway.

10. Above all, this is a game. And games are about having FUN!!!!  ;D

11. Players can have up to two Characters at a time, but they must have suitable play time on each other character before applying for a new one once we open up for a maximum of four.

12. Please keep characters within a reasonable human size range. No one under 4 foot or higher than 7. And be reasonable with anatomical changes

13. Futa are allowed, Hyper-Endowment is not. Again, please be reasonable with sizes.

14. Please keep track of the scenes you're in.  Two scenes are the match for the time being, but it might be upgraded to 4.  Planned scenes though are another matter, just be sure you get to them eventually.

[Envious]

This looks really fun and I'd like to make a character! Do you want us to post profiles here?

[Vergil1989]

OH!  O-of course I'd be happy to have you Envious, and yes, by all means post your profiles here if you would.  Thanks for dropping by.  :D

If you want to try for the high priestess role, you might want to have a backup character handy, but otherwise it's up to you what you put together.  Thanks for your interest though in any event!

[Vergil1989]

Name:  Ellesia Zathro
Gender:  Female
Age:  2, 328 and still young
Sexuality:  Definitely bisexual
Race:  Human
God born: Yes
Job Title:  Loremaster of the Hall of Heroes
Class:  Sorceress
Preferred Weapon:  A seemingly innocuous quarterstaff made of unadorned red oak.  The red, crystalized eye of a demon that adorns one end is the true prize, the trophy turned magical focus allowing the seemingly young woman to cast spells that only masters of the arcane could hope to match in a single lifetime.
Power:  Mirror Image:  Look into her eyes long enough, and many people find themselves seeing double as she draws forth their darker natures.  She needn't dirty her hands when she can simply have her opponents fight themselves in a literal sense.  Once the offender has been disposed of, their dark doppelganger simply disappears, leaving the sorceress to go about her business.
Weakness:  Eye contact must be held for a period of no less than ten seconds, otherwise Ellasia can't call forth a doppelganger of her opponent's most darkest and hidden desires, thoughts, and more.  An opponent must also have eyes in the first place for it to even work, and if they somehow acknowledge their darkness made flesh, they are left unscathed.  Worst case scenario, they become stronger as a result of her meddling.  Animals, inanimate objects given magical life or purpose, creatures without a soul, or a will of their own are completely immune as well.  Only one doppelganger can be called at a time, making her gift a last ditch effort than anything else.
Appearance:  Despite her girlish appearance, Ellasia Zathro has seen more than anyone in Ivalice to date, save her god of a father and her fellow, surviving sisters of course.  Artfully tousled burnished bronze hair rests atop her head, with bangs hanging just past piercing reddish brown eyes that hold the weight of her very long life and more knowledge and experience than most people could begin to imagine.  Coming in at about 5'3'', a 132 lbs, Ellesia is well rounded in all the right places despite her short, seemingly youthful, spritely appearance.  Having spent most of her life surrounded by books, save for those times wanderlust gets the better of her, Ellesia's skin is pale, if beautifully so.  She favors simple red leather over shirts, gray or white under shirts, and tan or dark brown, comfortable leather pants and boots as she walks the fabled halls of her archival library, a stack of books or scrolls never far from her hand.
Personality: 

"I am what our divine father made me.  I make no apologies for that."

Despite initial appearances suggesting otherwise, Ellesia carries the weight of her years and countless experiences like treasured if heavy armor.  She's seen so much and done far more, although some of it wasn't by her choice, that very few things surprise her anymore.  Highly intelligent, a fact she knows and isn't afraid to make sure others know it too, the well traveled sorceress can come off as arrogant and full of herself, an illusion she doesn't care to shatter anytime soon.  For those that are young and full of bright eye, innocent wonder and curiosity though, it's not an uncommon sight to see Ellesia with a young child on her knee as she recites to them one of the many tales she has at her disposal or stored away in her memory.  Despite being unable to have children of her own, there are few things that make Ellesia smile than satiating one's desire for knowledge and understanding, and educating her younger 'sisters' in all manner of subjects is what she's good at.  Everything from the arcane, to the planes of existence, to simple ballroom dancing, chances are she knows something about it.  Or a lot of something about it as is often the case.

Getting her to share said knowledge without her speaking to said student like they were a village idiot is the real trick, but her capacity for ofttimes rude remarks is a byproduct of her far less joyous beginnings.  She rarely speaks of that time, when she herself was far less experienced and knowledgeable, but rumors suggest that she was intellectually abused by those that should've been trying to educate her, guiding her, instead of degrading her for being more open minded and smarter than they were by far.  Pride and the fall that comes with it is one of her favorite cautionary tales for that reason, because she had the last laugh when it was all over, or so it's commonly said.  The truth though has been lost to time, but she remembers it well.  Too well...

Background:

"I hoard knowledge like a dragon hoards treasure.  Unlike the winged handbags in question, I actually share my wealth to anyone who would seek to better themselves."

It's strangely ironic that her own, formerly innocent pursuit of knowledge was what began her down the path she'd take later in life.  Even the ancient Ellesia had been a child once, simply seeking to understand the world as well as her very own existence, but times were so much simpler back when she was born, in far too many ways if you were to ask her opinion and she actually spoke of those days with some persuasion.  The argument had been made she was born ahead of her time, to being made too intelligent for her own good, which Ellesia would heartedly argue against if anyone had been brave enough to say so within earshot.  Whatever the case was or the truth might be on the subject, everyone can agree on this much, Ellesia Zathro is a survivor.  She had to become strong, because she asked a question of the wrong person, and paid a hefty price for her naivety, unaware at the time of such things as religious fanaticism and the lengths some will go to ensure their way is the only way.  Words like belief, zealotry, faith, and their ilk were not known to her child self at the time of her asking her question, which under normal circumstances would've led to other questions, but she had asked the wrong person a perfectly logical question.

Why did they worship a god that wasn't technically a god any longer?  Those who had been present at the time hadn't thought anything of it, seeing it for the innocent musings of a child simply wanting to understand, but the priestess that had been the target of her inquiry hadn't been prepared for someone like Ellesia, who despite being seven years old, had already gained a reputation for being far smarter and insightful than she had a right to be, at least those who didn't like being questioned by her had said as much at least.  Her then naysayers had been wise enough to let it go at that though, but the priestess, a low level scribe for someone of higher importance, at first simply tried to spout the dogma associated with the guardian deity, but Ellesia shut her down, saying quite eloquently, that the classical definition of a god meant they were not only distant observers of mortal affairs, but that they were invincible and all knowing.  As much as she loved her father, and still does to this day, Ellesia knew for a fact that the entity that lived beneath Ivalice's streets were none of these things and went on, in a perfectly logical manner, to back up her claims.

That was a mistake, Ellesia would find out later, because while she'd left the priestess utterly flat footed and unable to find a way to refute her logic, once she recovered, she devised a plan to get back at the child.  Behind her mother's back, Natasha Zathro having been chosen as the high priestess seven years ago despite being a no name daughter of a small town inn keeper far north of Ivalice, the priestess with thoughts of bettering her own rank while also putting Ellesia in her place, went on to inform her fellow fanatical sisters and brothers of the faith, despite the guardian's faith being geared towards acceptance, understanding, and being open to most things, that Ellesia was spouting heretical questions, undermining the sanctity of their good work in their god's name.  One of her cohorts just happened to be one of Ellesia's instructors, and while he was subtle about it, he made it a point to crack down on her the more she questioned him and the 'truths' of the world he left her with.  Upon realizing she was given ultimately false information, she was forbade from the library when he took the stack of books she'd borrowed and threw them in a nearby brazier before claiming, with 'witnesses', that Ellesia had done the deed herself.  Not only was she forced to copy every word from each of the books she had 'destroyed', but even her own mother didn't believe she was innocent of the deed, having put her trust in the wrong person.

It got to the point Ellesia ran from the temple and into a world she didn't understand, but at least she was free of the priestess's machinations.  While the truth of the entire affair would come out shortly after she left, the damage had been done, and Ellesia would forever hold resentment towards Natasha for turning her back on her when she needed her the most.  Even when her time was up and the guardian's power could no longer sustain her, Ellesia didn't attend her own mother's funeral, two hundred and some years later.  As for the guardian, it took many years to see he hadn't wanted this to happen, that if he'd known he would've stepped in a lot sooner, but at the time Ellesia made it a point to stay far away from the dozens of empty prayer wells that dotted the city, knowing his reach was long, long enough he could stick one of his many grasping tentacles out and bring her back to the main temple if he could but find her.  But someone else beat him to the punch, and at first, neither knew what to make of the other.  But despite their vastly different appearances, and in his case, state of being, Ellesia eventually returned of her own accord with a floating, chattering skull following her around.

It's funny the things a person learns when they have someone like Morte driving people barmy with his vast array of cutting insults.  The priestess, who was still in some minor position of authority despite her conspiracy being revealed, made the mistake of trying to get her hands on the skull, deeming 'it' a foul demon Ellesia had brought with her to darken the temple's halls, (and in a way she wasn't wrong), but not only did Morte bite several of her fingers off for trying to do anything of the sort, but he then proceeded to verbally flay her alive.  The strange part was that something in either his tone, the way he moved the various muscles of his face, or the way he rolled and scrunched up his eyes in obvious disdain of her very existence, drove the priestess to attempted murder of not just him, but Ellesia as well.  Later he'd admit that it was what he was good at, that his unique magic worked through hair raising insults, much like a bard and their Vicious Mockery, but however it worked, Morte's Litany of Curses put the final nail in the priestess's coffin, and she and her remaining accomplices were thrown out of the temple.  Needless to say, despite the often heated arguments they quickly became known for, Ellesia and Morte are beyond inseparable, and the debt owed would soon be repaid when she'd save his life in turn during her first mission out as an officially recognized god born of Ivalice.

Having long since figured out Morte wasn't a mimir despite his initial claims, but rather a condemned soul trapped in the skull which had formerly resided on a Pillar of Skulls on the plane of Baatar.  In life, Morte had been a consummate liar that had led others to their deaths with his willful embellishments, a fate shared by all of the skulls on the pillar, and in death he wasn't much better, but he had learned his lesson long ago.  Whatever the case, Ellesia hadn't thought much of it at the time, until a simple search and destroy mission of an encroaching monster den full of ravenous kobolds took a turn when one of the lizard headed shamans summoned a demon to aid his falling tribe.  The demon took one look at Morte, shouted something in its infernal tongue, and immediately smashed Morte's skull into the side of the wall.  Wounded, weakened, and missing his powerfully enchanted teeth that might've otherwise torn the demon's flesh apart, Morte would've been returned to suffering on the Pillar of Skulls he'd once escaped if not for Ellesia's obliterating his would be tormentor.  Summoning every bit of power she had left, Ellesia shattered the demon, saved Morte, and promptly passed out in the blood soaked remnants of the tribe of kobolds they'd annihilated together.  And together they'd remain for almost three thousand years, with Morte driving her almost as crazy on more than one occasion.  But despite their admittedly odd relationship, one thing is clear.

Ellesia and Morte's bond is the stuff legends are made from.

IC kinks/preferences:  Trying new and exotic foods, engaging in heated, intellectual debates with a worthy adversary, games of the mind such as chess and the like, and long walks through forgotten ruins and her library, naturally.
Kinks:  Despite appearances or the power she has at her beck and call, she's very submissive and enjoys those rare moments someone's able to shut her brain off with mind numbing pleasure after being teased, denied, and possibly even made to beg for it.  Otherwise, her tastes, while she's experienced near everything one can think of, typically run vanilla albeit quite sensory heavy love making.  She has an especially fond weakness for oil massages and sharing a steamy, relaxing bath with her lovers, of which she's had many.
IC offs/dislikes:  Willful ignorance, stupidity, bigotry, fanatics, hypocrisy, and making a fool of one's self.  Cats, those who would dare destroy, dirty, or desecrate her library in the slightest, and enemies of free thought or expression.  Rain also isn't something she enjoys, along with poorly prepared meals.  And for some reason even she can't explain, the taste of fried rice makes her violently sick to her stomach.
Offs:  She absolutely cannot stand verbal abuse of any kind, dirty talk, or even simply foul language.  Anything that belongs in a toilet can stay there as well.  She's definitely not interested in beasts either, or being forced into a sexual situation for that matter.  (See O/O for the rest.)

Extra Notes/Info:  The incessantly chattering skull that follows her around is more of a nuisance than anything, but when the chips are down, there are few more loyal friends than Morte.  His VERY extensive travels across the planes, along with the fact he was allied with a pseudo-immortal individual that had no name, makes Morte a literal font of knowledge across countless subjects.  The trick is to get him to speak the unblemished truth regarding those subjects, and without his....admittedly colorful slang he still insists on using from his time in Sigil, the City of Doors, a nexus point that connects countless other planes of existence.  Ruled and protected by the mysterious Lady of Pain, Sigil is as dangerous as it is mysterious, and Morte is as unique as traveling companions can get.  How he got to Ivalice is a tale unto itself, but one worth hearing, provided you can get the truth out of him....

(Morte is from Planescape Torment, a VERY amazingly written game from the era of Baldur's Gate, Icewind Dale, and many others I've recently discovered in the past few months.  Despite his lecherous, lascivious nature however, he WON'T be participating in any erotic scenes.  He'll offer the occasional snarky comment before and after though lol.)

voice sample, Leah from Diablo 3, aka Jennifer Hale

https://youtu.be/FAF45734840

[Envious]

Name: Selador
Gender: Female
Age:  594
Sexuality: Bisexual
Race: Elf
God born: Yes
Job Title: Healer
Class: Priest
Preferred Weapon: Magic Sceptor
Power: Radiant Light is a spell that allows her to heal minor wounds or, with limitation, turn major wounds into minor injuries. Binding Fortitude is a spell that temporarily immobilizes her opponent for 10 or fewer seconds. Holy Smite is a weak offensive spell that blasts a beam of golden energy at an opponent.
Weakness: Three minor heals = 1 major heal. She can cast a minor Radiant Light up to 6 times in one battle or a major Radiant Light 2 times (or any combination thereof). Binding Fortitude has a diminishing return of 2 seconds each time she uses it. Holy Smite lacks much bite unless the monster is particularly weak - Selador just doesn't have the conviction to really make it hurt. She needs to be within 10 yards of her targets for the spell to work. The use of her spells does not physically weaken her. Once she runs out of "mana," she simply cannot cast on her own anymore.
Appearance: The first thing people generally notice about her is her height - she stands at an even six feet. Everything else is left to the imagination. Selador prefers to wear modest, comfortable robes that cover everything below her neck. Long sleeves, toe-length robes, stockings, gloves; she likes being wrapped up tight. She usually accompanies that with a hooded cloak. When traveling, she adds another layer in the form of a traveling cloak to keep her relatively clean. She is tall, thin, and pale. Her creamy, white skin easily turns pink when she becomes emotionally invested in something. Her dark, gray hair is highlighted with silver and white and is usually worn in a pony tail. Her eyes are blue and striking only because of the contrast against her pale skin.
Personality: Selador is fast-paced. She is quick to laugh, quick to anger, quick to forgive, and quick to forget. She doesn't think long or hard and it's been debated if she thinks at all. She is a defender of what she thinks is right and has a soft spot for people she feels (correctly or not) are being oppressed. Her bleeding heart often gets her into trouble. She will heal the ally as quick as she will heal the enemy which leads to problems and arguments. She is trying to even out her quick temper and become a better peacemaker. Nearly 600 years on the training grounds has made Selador a capable combatant, but her heart isn't in fighting - it's in healing. Her lack of commitment often leads to hesitation on the battle field and that is a liability. In comparison to her fellow God born, she is not particularly fast or strong, but she's a mighty-fine medic. Please do not ask her to navigate. You will become lost.
Background: Selador is envious of mothers. What she wants the most in the world is something she can never have - a baby. She tries to itch the scratch by becoming a surrogate mother to orphaned children, but it is not the same. She has been known to go through sulky bouts of resentment and take a hiatus from her duties of teaching children or helping those in need. Although she has sisters that go through this also, she finds it more comforting to seek solace alone. This way, she is able to throw herself a pity party, but no one else is there to add fuel to the fire.

Selador loves to travel and meet new people. During this time, she ministers to those in need and tells tales of the good deeds and hopes of her father. She loves her family and speaks highly of the good they do for the world, even if she disagrees with bloodshed. For the past hundred years or so, she has attempted to become a better diplomat and strengthen her skills of persuasion, but she often falls back into the pitfalls of "because I said so" as if it is a valid argument. Her hope is that if she tries hard enough, she can talk her way out of combat situations and create resolutions before conflict even arises.

Although not a great combatant, Selador's compassion has earned her a reputation as one who is capable of making peace between the most bitter of enemies. She is most known for her role in the what is now referred to as The Last Battle between two rival forest clans that had been fighting for eleven generations. Their terrible disputes were famous for their violence and brutality. Over the generations, the story had been polluted beyond recognition, but it's generally agreed upon that it was some sort of lovers quarrel. Selador happened across the battlefield on one of her adventures and found the leaders of both clans dying next to each other. Each had inflicted a terrible wound that surely would mean death. She spoke with them. She listened to them. They slowly died in front of her, being asked to rethink their life choices and reflect upon their decisions. Was it worth it? Were they happy with the bitter ending of their battle? They were prompted to think of what they had left behind to end a quarrel started eleven generations past and they saw the error of their ways. Dying as a way of allowing a unique perspective to enter your thoughts and Selador took advantage of it. She offered redemption in the form of healing and not only raised those men from their injuries, but she healed more bodies on that battlefield than she had ever healed before. The people of the those forest clans praised Selador for her healing skills and she stayed with them to help broker in a new age of peace between them. She became known locally as the woman capable of doing the impossible.


IC kinks/preferences:  She likes gardening, trying new things, going off on adventures. Kinks: This character leans towards taking charge and talking dirty. Surprisingly, she likes a bit of roughhousing in the bedroom.
IC offs/dislikes:  She dislikes combat, rude people, and being alone. Kinks: Bathroom, blood.



Let me know if any corrections need to be made. I'm happy to make changes so that the character fits into the world.

[Vergil1989]

That's not bad actually.  ;D  My only thing you'd need to edit is her power, and the weakness directly attached to it.  She's a cleric or healer as you call her, so that's more than fine to describe some of what she's capable of as far as all that goes, but take a look at Vex's and my girl's updated profile for the kind of power I'm hoping to see more of.  :D

The only other thing I can think of is what kind of person her mother, a no doubt former high priestess by this point, was like.  What Selador's relationship with her was, if she was even around long enough to have a relationship with her, does Selador have any sisters, (unnamed so others could potentially join as her direct blood relations if they choose), etc etc.  The last thing is what kind of things Selador has done, in terms of possible heroic feats.  She might not be a fighter, but all god born are still legendary for some reason.  ;D

Just a few things to think of.  Beyond that though I like her Envious!

[mannik]

Huh...didnt realize a group game was being made off our story. You might have mentioned something about it, it just slipped my mind with all the ideas and such for our solo story...while I am tempted to join in, not sure that's the best idea...I have a horrible track record when it comes to group games. :P

Seems like you already got the 'adventurer with a weird dark companion' neiche filled, so Mel'dolyn isn't needed here :P

[Vergil1989]

Ah crap, I didn't even think about saying anything Mannik.  I'd meant to, but by the time I got everything together it'd just slipped my mind, truly.  I'm sorry about that though, and you're more than welcome to still include Mel if you like, especially since this is as much your idea as mine.  Hell, I'd make ya a Co-GM since this wouldn't even be a thing if not for you, but also because you're a pretty amazing writer in your own right lol.  Seriously though Mannik, if you're up for the job or simply want to join, I'd be happy to have you.

To everyone else, Ellesia and Morte are complete beyond any minor edits and the like.  Feel free to take inspiration and the like from them, but hopefully their info will answer a few questions as to what I'm, hopefully WE, are looking for.

Morte:  Says you chief, personally I think you're plum barmy.

Shut up Morte....

[Envious]

The only other thing I can think of is what kind of person her mother, a no doubt former high priestess by this point, was like.  What Selador's relationship with her was, if she was even around long enough to have a relationship with her, does Selador have any sisters, (unnamed so others could potentially join as her direct blood relations if they choose), etc etc. 

I probably need to adjust her age. How long do you think an Elf with a prolonged life would be a High Priestess for? I think it would be easier to choose an age if we had... like, a high priestess list? Daughters of HP1 would make them [race] between age x and x. Daughters of HP2 would make them [race] between age x and x. Does that make sense? Otherwise, we have characters like yours and mine that have less than a 20 year difference between them on a timetable that doesn't add up if your character was an adult when her mother passed away.

If the God has enough Godborn children to have a formidable army and those children are immortal heroes, how many would you say he has? Like, is he birthing a nation that has a body count cap or is he churning out an army to "defeat evil."

Is the High Priestess popping out babies left and right, or do they only have a few (I suppose relative to whatever the normal child count is for their race).

I don't mean to over complicate things!

[Vergil1989]

Lol you're fine Envious, and honestly we hadn't given it a lot of thought beyond a few vague comments thus far.  But no, at last count, at least in the solo between myself and Mannik, there were only eighty still around.  While we haven't specified an exact time since he came down and Ivalice and its long standing traditions were established, one can safely assume a few thousand years easy.  But no, he isn't breeding an army, both because that'd be taking his rights with the high priestesses too far, and two, he'd rather the world's various races reach peaceful realizations than be forced into anything.  The god born are, despite being trained to fight, are more a result of his bond with his high priestesses over the years than any overarching plan to push his ideals on the world.  Each high priestess lallows him different experiences, different viewpoints, mindsets, etc, and they do their best to pass on what few tenets he's set down.

But to answer your question more directly, there isn't a set timeline or set list for the very reason people aren't limited in that sense, but I can least hash out a loose idea for one if nothing else.  Human HPs probably live around at least three centuries on average, the various elven races closer to two thousand years, barring any untimely deaths or illnesses or something of course, which would be true for any of the races.  Dwarven HP, while not common, about a thousand.  Tiefling and aasimar, dragonborn and tabaxi, a few centuries if not a bit more.  Anything else, just ask.  ;D

[mannik]

Also, there is the guardian's own involvement in the process. While it keeps its high priestess alive beyond their natural life span, if she's past that when it chooses another, she starts dying the moment the bond with her replacement is forged. So...there is some variation as to how long it actually extends their lives...some humans might hold the title longer than particular elves....just depends on when in their life they began service as high priestess and how long it takes him to find a replacement.

Just thought I'd point that out... <.<

[Vergil1989]

What was that about having no luck with group games Mannik?  :P  But seriously, thanks for the helpful input my friend and again, your assistance in running this or simply adding your own gal would be quite good in my less than humble opinion.  Still, just having you here at all is awesome.

But yes, so even our rough estimates might not be accurate, depending on a number of factors, as Mannik has clarified that I hinted upon.  Hope that helps though Envious and anyone else that's interested in joining the fun.

[Saric]

Bookmarked! Will need to read through a second time more thoroughly before I can start working on a character through. Too tired right now. :P

[Vergil1989]

Hey Saric, good to see you!  Long time no screw.  :P  Seriously though, take your time my friend, we're only just getting people together so there's no rush.  It's good to see you again though, truly.

[Saric]

Indeed Vergil! Looking forward to a good time! >:) So I just threw this together quick, why don't you read it over and tell me what you think? :P

Name: Kendra Hellborne
Gender: Futanari
Age: Stopped counting after three millennia
Sexuality: Omisexual
Race: Tiefling
God born: Yes
Job Title: Guardian of the Infernal Gate
Class: Bloodrager
Preferred Weapon: Her own body
Power:  Obsidian Carapace - Kendra is able to call upon the ancestral powers of the Nine Hells flowing through her veins to encase her body in infernal obsidian as both a form of armor and a weapon. This obsidian is supernaturally hard and comes to a razor edge, allowing her to punch with force other's require a mace to achieve and call with edges sharper then enchanted steel. Infernal Legacy - Kendra is able to call upon her ancestral power to cast spells or empower her strikes with mystic might.
Weakness:  Kendra cannot fly when fully encased in obsidian, and is badly slowed even on the ground, so she rarely encases her whole body unless defense is the only consideration, preferring instead to coat her hands and feet, with smaller patches covering her vitals. The infernal power in her bloodline wakes only with strong emotion, be that rage, lust, love, happiness, or any other passionate feeling, this means spells to suppress emotion can also suppress her magic and prolonged casting can leave her emotionally drained. Because of the means by which she draws her power, her magic is unsuited to prolonged or complex casting, being more suited to combat magic or impulsive castings.
Appearance: Dark purple skin, large curling horns, broad bat-like wings, and glowing runic 'birthmarks' give Kendra a highly demonic appearance, far beyond even the average Tiefling. Her dark hair, glowing purple eyes, and massive sheathed cock complete her appearance.

Personality: Kendra is even more lusty then the average God Born, and exceptionally mischievous, as such she greatly enjoys playing the 'demon' and seducing her partners to 'steal their souls'. This play is not as assumed as she would like, as Kendra's Tiefling ancestry truly does trace back to a succubus, as well as some lesser abilities, such as the fact that anyone can take her massive shaft with pleasure, no matter how oversized it would normally be for them, or to accept almost any object inside herself with similar pleasure. She is also obsessed with pregnancy and breeding, deeply regretting her own sterility, and often has other futas or males in the harems she forms to impregnate her other 'wives'. A favored form of play is to find a drider or other incectoid mate to fill her womb with eggs for her to incubate and birth.

When not engaged in debauchery Kendra is a passionate woman, pone to violent emotions, who opposes all who would dominate others against their will. She is so dedicated to this cause in part because her own urges in that direction are so strong and is so extra careful to insure her partners are fully willing before mounting and dominating them. Her hatred for her 'cousins' in Hell is legendary, though she also shares their disgust for the denizens of the Abyss and has been known to aid the Infernal against the Abyssal before turning against it as well.

Background: Kendra was born the youngest of seven daughters but soon became the middle child, she had a close relationship with her mother, and all her siblings which remains to this day with those that remain. During her mother's pregnancies Kendra loved to sit beside her and cuddle up close, stroking the belly swollen with her newest sister. During her childhood She would often speak of having just as large a family as her mother and didn't understand why this saddened her mother so. The day she truly understood what her sterility meant was among the most heart wrenching of her life, only match or exceeded by the deaths of her siblings and mother as what family she has steadily dwindles under the inexorable march of years. Despite this she was a deeply loving child whose love quickly became physical after puberty, she believes her strong attraction to pregnant women and love of incest grew from those early days and loves any chance she gets to add siblings or a parent and child to her harems and see them bred. Her relationship with the Guardian Deity is a rocky one as her deep and abiding love of family draws her to her 'father's' embrace, while that same love continually spawns resentment of her own inability to sire or bare children. She therefore went through cycles of withdrawal and avoidance crossed with repentance and a desperate desire for the renewal of their relationship. In more recent years she has slowly begun to accept the other God Born as being 'family' as well, if more distant, and has managed to stop resentment of her father from poisoning her heart. To say that she forgave him would be a stretch though as she has simply managed to prevent her most grievous spiritual wound from interfering with her relationship with the only member of her family she is not almost guaranteed to eventually loose. Despite her hot tempered and impulsive nature Kendra has become quite an authority on health and healing magic as she spends what free time isn't devoted to sex or fighting on the on-going research for a cure to her condition, she has yet to find even the smallest of leads but her desperation to find a means only grows with every death among her kin.

Kendra was born with an exceptionally strong connection to her Infernal Heritage and ancestral 'home plane'. As such she suffered exceptional bigotry during her childhood and developed the seething hatred of 'bullies' that stays with her to this day. It was not until a demonic cult managed to infiltrate the Ivalice while she was in her teens that she came into her own. The cult kidnapped and sacrificed people to open an Infernal Gateway in the city, and many of these deaths were blamed on Kendra. She was actually in the middle of being linched when the demons burst forth and invaded, at which point the beaten and bloody teen Tiefling stepped out in front of the crowd that had been stoning her and unleashed her full power for the first time in public. She held the demons at bay long enough for the city guard and other God Born to arrive and contain the assault, before fighting her way through the throng to the portal itself, which she proceeded to tear apart with her bare hands and consume in full view of everyone! To this day all magical investigations show an Infernal Gate in her stomach, but rather then harming her it seems only to feed her powers more.

In the time since that fateful day Kendra has developed her own 'unarmed' combat style and learned to shape her innate magic into actual spells, as well as devising a form of 'meditation' that allows her to boost her emotions, rather then suppress them. She often travels around dealing with planar incursions and smashing cults, in between long bouts in the City building or enjoying one of her famous harems, membership is often eagerly sought out and often given to the children of former members. All of her fellow God Born are freely welcomed by default and she has rarely needed to exclude one.


IC Preferences: Enjoys spicy food, sensual flights, nudity, and open sexuality. Kinks: Stomach bulges, groups, incest, inflation, impregnation, oviposition, harems, and massages with a 'happy ending'.
IC Dislikes: Bullies, Demons, clothing, prudes and non-sexual restraints. Offs: Gore, vore, and 'watersports'.

[Vergil1989]

Well, she's definitely pretty interesting.  ;D  I'm alright with her being a bit more rowdy than the rest of the god born, but I'd prefer more of an actual story/character to her there Saric.  You don't need to have half a book's worth of stuff like I've done for both of my characters lol, but a bit more thought on her personality/background and likes/dislikes that reveals more about Kendra herself would be appreciated.  Also, does she actually wear clothes even though she's obviously related to succubi/incubi?  Ivalice might be very open about things but again, less smut, more actual person would be ideal, thus clothes/piercings/etc.  Basically, see what I sent to Envious if you need more ideals for stuff to include in her profile Saric.

Overall though I like her, she just needs more 'meat' to her is all lol.  God that sounds perverted as hell doesn't it?  Ugh...

[Saric]

I'm afraid I'm kind of blanking on more story just now, suggestions would be welcome. :P

She does wear a loin cloth and breast wrap when out and about, as well as a belt with a pouch, but she tends to strip when in private or away from civilization. :D

[Vergil1989]

Well as I asked Envious, did Kendra have a relationship with her mother at all before she eventually passed away?  Does she have any fellow tiefling sisters, does she have any people that have influenced her in some way, things like this and more if I can think of them would be good fillers Saric.  A good idea would be to glance at Ellesia's background actually, although again it's rather long and a bit winded I'll admit lol.  Still, I did my best to answer all of the same questions I asked Envious to 'fill out' for her gal, which she's not done just yet but we're still getting things sorted out, people recruited, and all that so there's no rush for her or you by any means.  Just some ideas to consider is all Saric, and if you need me to suggest anything else, I'll do what I can.  :D

I ACTUALLY might add a bit to the profile and make it an optional thing for people to make connections to their characters.  Either they're just friends, lovers, rivals, whatever, but getting people talking about developing ties to their fellow characters have worked pretty well in other stories of this nature.

[Saric]

Well I've expanded her background somewhat, but to be honest I can't even finish reading Ellesia's background yet, it's just such a massive block of information dump that I have to keep stopping and coming back later. So, I think it's safe to say that you won't be getting that no matter how long I take working on this sheet.

Part of the problem is I only really make an outline for my characer's personalities and then let them fill in the rest as I play them, which in turn changes how they'd react to things and affects their background. So I rather hate pinning down a solid 'point by point' background and prefer to give broad summaries and high points that I can build on and expand as I play the character.

[Vergil1989]

Ah, gotcha, and it's cool Saric.  As long as Kendra seems more like an actual person rather than a sex hungry NPC, I'll let it go regarding your sheet.  :D  Lol and sorry for the info dump, but when I hit my stride for Ellesia, I couldn't stop until half the page was filled with stuff for her.

EDIT:  Question Saric, but you mention that most of Kendra's siblings have died from what I believe you said was to the passage of time.  God born are immortal, meaning as I'm sure you know that they can't die of old age, and while there's no rule saying the high priestess can't have a much more mundane, mortal lover capable of giving her children just as mortal, I'm just wanting clarification as to how that worked out is all.  :D  Thanks in advance!

[Solistair]

Tagging this for interest

[mannik]

Well...technically speaking, an immortal being, given enough time, will eventually do everything there is for them to do...including die. So...an immortal dying of old age would pretty much be when they get bored and off themselves just for something different :P

[Vergil1989]

Huh...I hadn't thought of that before honestly lol.  Vampires I can see doing something like that, but not honest to gods immortals.  Although, come to think of it, Dorian Grey, the guy who had his picture painted and thus his immortal soul captured within his painting, had a similar issue with intense boredom after a few centuries.  Huh, never mind Mannik, you be smart lol.

Also welcome to the chaos Solistair, we're happy to have ya.  ;D

And on that note, good night everyone.

[Steir]

This interests me, and therefore added to my bookmarks.

:3c

[Saric]

Ah, gotcha, and it's cool Saric.  As long as Kendra seems more like an actual person rather than a sex hungry NPC, I'll let it go regarding your sheet.  :D  Lol and sorry for the info dump, but when I hit my stride for Ellesia, I couldn't stop until half the page was filled with stuff for her.

EDIT:  Question Saric, but you mention that most of Kendra's siblings have died from what I believe you said was to the passage of time.  God born are immortal, meaning as I'm sure you know that they can't die of old age, and while there's no rule saying the high priestess can't have a much more mundane, mortal lover capable of giving her children just as mortal, I'm just wanting clarification as to how that worked out is all.  :D  Thanks in advance!

Oh no. She'll look like a sex hungry NPC when people meet her, because that's the obvious part, but anyone trying to get to know her or forced to spend time around her, for a mission or something, will quickly start to notice more to her. Like her side job as a pimp that she uses to protect some prostitute friends from pimp 'bullies', or her regular contributions to assorted orphanages, etc.

I've officially stated that 'a lot' of her siblings have died, not necessarily most. But more importantly you stated that God Born can die in battle and I don't see any reason they couldn't die in accidents or be murdered, even leaving aside the whole 'bored of life now' thing, not to mention simple depression or choosing to leave this life with a mortal loved one. So while 'old age' may never claim them, more and more pass on without her given the simple passage of time.

[Vergil1989]

Cool, and thanks for clearing that up old friend.  And now I have to wonder, but what does she think of Ellesia and her Baatar friend, Morte?  Lol don't worry about including that somewhere, unless you want to send a PM regarding possible friendships or whatever between her and Kendra, but I'm excited to get to meet her.  :D  As for her being a protective pimp, she could just have her own brothel or something when she's not otherwise busy saving the world from dangerous monsters and worse.  Either way, loving the line up we've got thus far.  ;D

[Saric]

She identifies with what Ellesia went through as a child, but from the other end, driven from the city into the temples by bigotry, and considers her a LSILF, or Little Sister I'd Like to Fuck. She also thinks she needs more sun and is trying to think of ways to seduce her outside, both literally and figuratively! :P

She dosn't mind Morte as long as he keeps his cutting tongue to those who deserve it, but has kicked him into the distance a few times when he started verbally abusing the help.

I'm thinking her own mansion with a brothel in the front and her harem's quarters in the back, though some members might occupy both sides! >:) With the profits paying for the grounds and board as well as those orphanages. As an added benefit she has access to a specialized room for just about whatever someone might enjoy, from a massage parlor to a sex dungeon... >:)

[Vergil1989]

Mmm...massage parlor...I mean what?  Sorry, I zoned out for a second lol.  And hehe, cute there Saric, although LSILF sounds appropriate given the circumstances of their shared situations.  As for getting Ellesia outside to have a bit of fun, that'll be something to see lol.  I'd be all for it though, whatever ends up happening between them.

Morte:  I'll uh...just be over here, watching and not commenting at all.

Shut up Morte.  Lol and that's fine, just don't be surprised if Ellesia throws him out a window or two herself.

EDIT:  And why do I suddenly get the impression that Kendra and Morte are going to have nearly as hostile a relationship as he did with Annah from Planescape Torment?  Lol just listen to his conversation dialogue with the tiefling girl to get an idea as to what I mean if you don't already know.  ;D  Also, I had no idea that Jennifer Hale was even in the game.  Turns out, she looks damn good as a sexy succubus lol.

https://youtu.be/j8s7iveWvBs

[Anouk Daae]

Hey

Is it possible to play a shrine maiden who is god born? I tend to not enjoy hyper-sexual characters, but if I can play a character that is virginal (at least to start, to get my feet wet) then I could be tempted.

[Vergil1989]

That's more than fine Anouk.  And while yes, the god born have known reputations as being a bit...hornier than most folk, they only take willing partners, and they're usually kept pretty busy anyway with protecting Ivalice and their allies from demons, monsters, evil warlords, etc.  So yeah, I'm fine with you sticking with something along those lines.  :D  And welcome to the party even if you don't stick around for long if this proves not to be to your liking.

[Envious]

Slowly filling out Selador's profile!

[Vergil1989]

No rush, we're still looking for folks and waiting for new people to get their characters going, so take your time Envious.  :D

[Solistair]

Name: Alianna Tariel
Gender: Female
Age:  1,580
Sexuality: Pansexual
Race: Elven (Wood Elf)
God born:  Yes
Job Title:  Keeper of the Gardens
Class:  Sorceress
Preferred Weapon:  Wooden Staff
Power:  Nature's Call Alianna has the power to summon worldly creatures to do her bidding as well as being able to communicate with them The Green She possesses the power to manipulate grass and plants to utilise them as weapons, often to capture or strangulate, any threats or occasionally being forced to transform the blades of grass and the leafs of plants into mini storms of sharp, stinging projectiles
Weakness:  Evil creatures and otherworldly creatures may not be willed to do her bidding or communicate with her. She can only control and manipulate preexisting plant-life and the more complex the task such as causing sudden growth or manipulating plant pheromones requires concentration and a clear mind of focus
Appearance: A hour-glass figure, with shapely curves in all the right places, supplemented by near perfect, clear skin has given Alianna a body able to easily seduce even her fellow Godborn. A smooth lavendar-blue mane rests atop a face whose expression is almost always that of a gentle, amused nature. Her naturally glossed lips are curved into a seductive smile as sapphire/amethyst jewellery adorn her attire which usually consists of a very revealing bikini with a transparent veil often covering her heart-shaped ass though her large but proportionate breasts leave nothing to the imagination.
Personality: Eternally curious, Alianna loves to explore natural forests or jungles, regardless of natural danger, and observe nature in work. Ever the playful one, she enjoys teasing other beings with the sight of her much lusted after body though restricting any attempt to lay with her for the pure amusement of it. Preferring to play with her language in conversations she likes people who are precise and straight to the point as her opposing manner often annoys them much to her enjoyment. A very active being, she is always out and about in the world and her presence is familiar within the Temple. Of a moral conviction to protect the natural order of the world, she does her best to help out other Godborn when needed with her knowledge of less populated and sometimes dangerous places of the world in journeys taken by other more battle-inclined Godborn.
Background: Her mother a beautiful, curvaceous Elven high priestess by the name of Allora, it was she who introduced Alianna to the beauty of Nature and taught her everything she knew about the world. At an early age, Alianna explored much of Ivalice, albeit under strict supervision as her inquisitive nature at this time in her life was wild and untamed. She enjoyed having fun with her several sisters, all of whom entertained active lifestyles as she did though in the pursuit of martial arts and combat rather than peaceful exploration as she did.

As she blossomed into a young woman, she was promiscuous and very sexual in nature, spending a portion of her youthful years as a young woman enjoying the touch of men, women and creatures though she never entertained the idea of sexual intimacy with her 'father'. However, she eventually formed her tastes and in her opinion, matured as a Godborn, to take her responsibilities to Ivalice more seriously. She followed this difference in behaviour up by reducing the sex and increasing the study of her powers and what it entailed to manage the Gardens.

Serving as assistant to the past Keeper of the Gardens of Ivalice, Alianna learnt much from her senior and found happiness in her work. Far from being naive, Alianna through her travels and her mentor understood the reality of the world and recognised the need to protect the natural order of things through her appreciation of nature. Work focused, she indulged less in the sexual escapades of the Godborn much to the frustration of her lovers in their vast numbers. Soon, she preferred the choice of one lover for a period of time rather than joining the regular orgies of the Godborn as this allowed her to maintain her focus on work whilst balancing the 'fun'. Her persona and experiences prompt her to routinely go on travels far away from Ivalice, usually to unexplored places of the world, and to record what she learns from her travels into her multitude of books. This leads her to seek out like-minded Godborn, whether they are on missions or explorers like herself, as Alianna recognises the fact that being Godborn does not exclude you from the dangers of the world.

IC kinks/preferences: Enjoys being physically dominated in bed, dirty talk, loves rough deepthroat, large/abnormally sized cocks and the bulges that come from them, being objectified, teasing, exhibitionism
IC offs/dislikes: Tender lovemaking, Extreme fetishes

[Vergil1989]

The only problem that immediately jumps out at me is that she somehow has brothers.  Since all god born are either women or futas/herms, unless her mother had another, mortal male lover, then that wouldn't be possible.  Beyond that though, I like her quite a bit.  ;D

EDIT;  Also, and I'm not sure but this could apply to Envious as well, but what kind of elf is she?  Wood elf, drow elf, high elf, or what?  There's all kinds of elves is why I ask for a bit more specific lol.

As soon as we get one or two more sheets in, I'll open an OOC and a couple of IC threads.  For now though, thank you guys for the interest thus far and excellent work already!

[Steir]

Had to change some things up a bit so that my character wouldn't be exactly the same as Solistair's. ;D



<Snip> ~Staff Name: Haruka
Gender: Female
Age: 372 years
Sexuality: Bisexual
Race: Human
God born: Yes
Job Title: Watcher of Nature
Class: Druid
Preferred Weapon: A bracelet comprising of plant life wound around her left wrist.
Power:
Plant Command - Haruka can bring plants to her control by calling out to them, at most in the range that voice can travel. As long as she commands them, the plants can move, grow, and change how they work to some degree. This allows Haruka to command an army of trees with barks as hard as steel to crush down against foes of the city as well as entities who wish harm against the vast domain of nature. On the other hand, she can make herbal remedies more potent to heal deadly injuries and cure sicknesses not possible by mundane means, as well as grant a bountiful harvest in lands struck with drought.
Blessing of Nature - As long as she is in the vicinity of natural landscapes (especially one with plants), Haruka gains an incredible degree of regenerative abilities that heals her wounds and render her immune to sickness. This power wanes in the absence of plants to draw power from, and makes her no different from other mortals if left in places absent of plant life.
Weakness:
Metal Weakness - while subject to debate as to why it happens, Haruka is unable to manifest her Plant Command power if she wields or wears any object that is made from metal. She has to completely discard the metallic object in order to regain her ability to command plants about five minutes later.
Appearance: Haruka possessed a lithe figure, long green hair tied into pigtails to the sides, and eyes of emerald hue. Her girlish features, together with a height of 5', would make most of the uninitiated mistake her for some country girl. Haruka is always garbed in robes that covers most of her body, woven from a variety of plant fibers that has the softness of silk. Calf-length boots are a great help whenever she treks out in the wilderness.
Personality: The temperament of the god born known as Haruka could be best described as similar to the whims of nature itself - gentle and welcoming to those who respect nature, yet harsh and decisive to those who squander such rich resources. Haruka has been known to provide signs to those who abuse what nature provides, and can forgive those who honestly seek atonement for their misdeeds.

This does not mean Haruka is serious all the time, however, as she is known to use her powers to occasionally mislead people (especially attractive and honest ones) in the woods. She has also been known to pull pranks on her sisters, by leaving some unusual plants in their care on certain occasions.
Background: Before becoming a high priestess, serving their god, and giving birth to Haruka, the god born's mother was once a druid who especially wandered the less-frequented areas of the land to assist in the needs of villages to provide means of improving their condition (whether from natural causes or man-made ones). Alleviating their conditions to something bearable if it was beyond her abilities until the god born arrive to resolve them. It was Shizuka's (the druid) efforts that brought her to the attention of the god.

Haruka has always grown up knowing that she was different, even among her sisters. She was able to manifest the ability to command plants when she was still young, resulting in a wide variety of pranks ranging from sleep-inducing pollen in a room, sticky plant sap on chairs, and even aphrodisiac-spiked drinks. She had always been a troublemaker when she was still a child (and the first from her mother), carrying around a small potted plant wherever she went. Despite this, her mother did her best to teach the young god born, only for  the girl to just continue off like the day before. The High Priestess soon reached out to the War Matron, hoping the latter could help the girl to correct her mischievous behavior.

It was her time in the Hall of Heroes that straightened her out - realizing the hard way of how she was too dependent on her power to command plants. The War Matron of that time discovered how Haruka was unable to call upon any plants while wearing a light plated armor. Before the girl could put two and two together the War Matron locked the armor from the back, keeping her from removing the item on her person. Haruka was subjected to a full course of required god born lessons before she finally apologized and was let out from the armor.

She diligently made amends with those she caused trouble, and actually have grown fond of some of her elder (and younger) sisters. Haruka eventually took after her mother - using her god-given powers to ensure the wilderness has a proper guardian and the people relying on the wilderness pay their proper respects to nature. Whenever she returned to Ivalice Haruka made sure to meet up with her sisters, especially the three younger sisters she had from her mother. She also spent time with her mother, sharing what she had seen during her mission and to listen once more to the tales of her mother during her adventuring days.

IC kinks/preferences: Quiet walks in plant-filled areas, cute animals, gardening, singing.
Kinks: Despite appearances, Haruka has grown to enjoy the feeling of bondage and sensory deprivation, sometimes even sneaking into a sister's bedroom to let them find her bound, gagged, blindfolded, and at their tender mercies.
IC offs/dislikes: People who oppress others and abuse what is provided by nature, selfish individuals who keep everything to themselves, cages.
Offs: scat, gore, and vore, other details can be found here.

[Vergil1989]

Last comment of the night, but I like what I see, but it DOES need a little more.  As I've asked a couple others, what was Haruka's relationship with her mother, if any, where did the high priestess come from, does Haruka have any blood sisters or is she an only child?  Etc etc you get the idea lol.  That aside though, I like her a lot Steir.  Just add in what you can and I'll be happy.  :D

Also, if Ellesia finds Haruka tied up in her room, she'll happily put her through her paces lol.  Just throwing that out there.  :P

Good night guys and gals!  Here's hoping we get at least one more soon.  For now, you could, it's not required, but you could start thinking about if some of your characters are connected to each other in some way beyond their shared similarities I mean.  See who might be willing to establish a relationship of some sort between each other and include the summary in your profile, preferably spoiled if you do more than one connection.

[Steir]

Last comment of the night, but I like what I see, but it DOES need a little more.  As I've asked a couple others, what was Haruka's relationship with her mother, if any, where did the high priestess come from, does Haruka have any blood sisters or is she an only child?  Etc etc you get the idea lol.  That aside though, I like her a lot Steir.  Just add in what you can and I'll be happy.  :D

Also, if Ellesia finds Haruka tied up in her room, she'll happily put her through her paces lol.  Just throwing that out there.  :P

Good night guys and gals!  Here's hoping we get at least one more soon.  For now, you could, it's not required, but you could start thinking about if some of your characters are connected to each other in some way beyond their shared similarities I mean.  See who might be willing to establish a relationship of some sort between each other and include the summary in your profile, preferably spoiled if you do more than one connection.

There, hopefully that satisfies the questions. :3c

Haruka may not mind being stuck with Ellesia for a (long) while, and may be the first to find Haruka tying herself up in her room. The rest, as we say, will be history. ;)

On a side note, have been contemplating if Haruka should have a pet that tags along for no reason...

Maybe as a huggable thing or a pillow that follows you anywhere. :3c

[mannik]

I'll just leave this here...

Name: Mel'dolyn Naraiah
Gender:  Female
Age:  Don't you know it's rude to ask an immortal woman her age!? Sheesh, the nerve of some people!
Sexuality:  Repressed
Race:  Mother was a mix between high and wood elf.
God born:  Unfortunately, yes
Job Title:  'The Mad'
Class:  Majors in blood and plague magics, minors in necromancy/soul manipulation
Preferred Weapon:  Herself
Power: Her unique god born gift is that she is able to see the entities existing beyond the mortal plane of existence. Custodial spirits, souls of the deceased, demons not yet given physical form etc.

Blood magic can technically be learned by anyone who has a teacher. So, that's not technically one of her 'special' powers, but does make her considerably powerful.

Weakness:  Her blood magic, while capable of devastating effects, is fueled by her own blood. The more she uses it, the greater force she exerts, the more spent she becomes...too much and she can pass out from blood loss, toxify her own blood within her veins by drawing too much of its life giving energy away, or worse...

She's also incredibly socially awkward and all but universally despised by the temple and even most of the other god born for her remarks and attitude toward the guardian diety. She does not work well in groups as she finds it hard to trust her life to anyone other than herself.

Appearance: Pale skin, piercing blue eyes, black hair, pointed ears...and the distinct look of madness and an aura of death seem to cling to her constantly.

Personality: Mel'dolyn is an unpredictable and eccentric woman. Her morose and disinterested attitude she often presents to others is a facade hiding her true self, a shy and vulnerable girl in desperate need of emotional validation and meaningful connection.

Background: Mel'dolyn's life has been one of tragedy and isolation. Unknown to her, she was actually a still born. Birthed into world dead. But her mother's heart felt prayer to the heavens was so moving, they deemed it fit to grant her request. But nothing comes without a price, a soul was owed and the scales had to be balanced. As Mel'dolyn took her first breath, her mother took her last.

Thusly marked by death, she has always been able to see across the veil that separates the mortal realm from the higher planes of existence. But no matter how hard she tried to convince others, she was always dismissed or ignored. Even so much as being called a liar by the high priestess who succeeded her mother in front of an entire congregation attending services at the temple.

In that moment, a part of her shattered. She had cried for hours over it, all those people laughing and calling her names...she didn't have a friend in the world...until the spirit she had seen lurking around the hall of heroes finally spoke to her. It was a reaper...a custodial spirit who sought out earth bound spirits and guided them to the afterlife, and it was the only friend she ever had growing up. She started calling it Specter

When she was the elven equivalent of a teenager, she had enough of the two faced priestess who replaced her mother and left Ivalice without word to anyone, and traveled the world with the Specter as her guide and teacher. Under Specter's tutelage, she learned the forbidden arts of blood magic and necromancy, skills that she has since used to combat necromancers, and any others who threatened the delicate balance between life and death which became her new purpose.

She does not serve Ivalice. She does not serve the guardian. She serves death itself as equally as she serves life. Not all lives should be saved just as some need to be taken...

IC kinks/preferences:  too sexually inexperienced to have preferences, but most receptive to a gentle and affectionate approach

IC offs/dislikes: anal, forced/violent sex

[Vergil Tanner]

Hmmm....I have to say, as busy as I am, I'm sincerely tempted to join this. I guess I have a question for you, Vergil, and a question for the rest of the cast:

Vergil:
I'm guessing that this is Freeform, right? I haven't missed something that says that it's a system? >.>


Everybody Else:
Were I to join, I'd likely join as a male of some description, serving the Godborn rather than being one. It's been a while since I've played as one of my favourite tropes in this kind of game, so I have to ask...are there any characters (preferably Futa, but not necessarily) who would like to have a cute Trap as a servant, henchman and Toy? Not sure if he'd be a mage or a soldier or what just yet - the concept is kinda nebulous and would be shaped by demand - but I'm just trying to gauge interest before I create the character himself, since if nobody is interested in playing with a poor little Trap servant, there's no point in me making one, no? :P

So....any takers? :D

[Vergil Tanner]

Ah! Addendum to the above:

Some possible prompts, for those of you who might be interested.

<snip> -Staff


I dunno, some pictures I came across while searching. Anybody interested? :P

[Vergil1989]

There, hopefully that satisfies the questions. :3c

Haruka may not mind being stuck with Ellesia for a (long) while, and may be the first to find Haruka tying herself up in her room. The rest, as we say, will be history. ;)

On a side note, have been contemplating if Haruka should have a pet that tags along for no reason...

Maybe as a huggable thing or a pillow that follows you anywhere. :3c

Lol the magical version of a furbie or something?  I like it regardless of what you do with it, so knock yourself out I say.  If it goes demon because you feed it after midnight though, we're gonna have a problem Steir.  :P  On a more serious note, yes that is definitely good enough.  Thanks for fixing her up Steir.  ;D

Mannik, no question, Mel's good as is lol.  You COULD just call her class Blood Mage, but yours is fine too.  :D  Don't be surprised if Ellesia sits her down and gives her a similar talking to as Irena did in our solo though, if for no other reason than because she's nice like that when she wants to be lol.  Anyway, welcome to the madness Mannik.

As a side question though my friend, would you be willing to help run this officially?  It's cool if you'd rather not Mannik, but you've been pretty helpful to a few people already.  Anyway, see ya for now either way.  :D

I'll be trying to get some of the IC stuff up today, so pay attention for any updates guys and gals.  See ya!

[mannik]

I wanted to make it clear up front that she doesn't JUST use blood magic. She has other dark tricks up her sleeve beyond just bleeding on her enemies and laughing at their abject horror of what happens after that. Though, she does that far more often. The necromancy and soul magic is only used to undo necromantic rituals and release the souls of their victims.

I'm certainly willing to help hammer out details to lore, the world and its cultures, etc. that's one of my favorite parts of RPing is the world building.

Never really GMed before so I don't know what all is involved...but if you need help I shall try to offer assistance when possible. 

I do have an idea regarding Mel...in her character sheet you may notice I never said she actually returned to Ivalice. My thought being she's still out in the world doing her thing by the start of the story. There is probably a bounty on her head (wanted: ALIVE) considering the temple's fear of rogue god born...A gid born as unstable as her not under direct supervision or control of the temple...scary stuff!

but I'm thinking a group might get sent to help a village beset by a terrible plague and find her there running the quarantine camp. Naturally, the untrusting god born would assume she's behind it...but in reality a warlock is attempting to make himself(or herself) a god through use of a magical disease that steals the souls of its victims and transfers their power and energy to himself(herself).

Or maybe she just mysteriously shows back up at Ivalice ranting about warlocks and souls and needing help to find and face him...or something...still hashing out the details of her introductory story arch....she might not even appear in the first few pages of this story. But I'm wanting her return to the city to be something of a big deal.

[Vergil1989]

Certainly more than what I had in mind to start lol.  I was just gonna let people kinda hang around a bit, get folks used to their characters before calling them in for mission assignments.  Still, a warlock trying to achieve divine ascension certainly sounds like something they'd want to stop, and it's a good way to get the ball rolling plot wise.  Maybe that bounty is up anyway on ol Mel'dolyn, before the god born show up only to get dragged into the situation at the village?  However we decide to go about it, I'm all for it Mannik.  ;D

And as for being a Co-GM, really what you proposed and simply keeping the peace, answering questions, and little things of that nature is pretty much all you'd need to do.  Keeping threads organized and trying to keep things interesting so nothing stalls out is another job, but we'd be working together on all of this.  If we're discussing plot though we might want to stick to PMs so as not to ruin the surprise for our players in future updates lol.  Just a thought, but this is more your world than mine, so any lore and the like would definitely be yours to create freely.  :D  As long as you enjoy it, I wouldn't stop ya anyway, and that leaves me to organize threads and what not anyway so it works for me.  I have my own ideas of course as you can no doubt see in Zack's profile regarding magitech and airships and stuff, but overall I'm fine letting you handle the bulk of lore stuff.

Anyway, thanks Mannik!

[mannik]

Well, could be like the grand evil of this story for them to defeat.

Still fleshing out the idea obviously...but I figured it wouldn't hurt to throw out the rough idea for everyone to see, comment on, share their own ideas...also...if anyone is interested in playing evil characters, the warlock is in need of minions! :P

[Vergil1989]

Let's not get ahead of ourselves in throwing out random minion spots there Mannik lol.  Usually such a task falls to us GMs and their support staff anyway, but we have time to work out the kinks regarding the overarching plot, so no rush there lol.  We'd need to lay out rumors and stuff for them to uncover or run into anyway, so it'd take longer regardless.  Still, it's definitely a good starting idea.  ;D

[Vergil1989]

And the OOC, Character Roster, and the World Building threads are up everyone.

PLEASE GO TO THE OOC AND THE CHARACTER THREADS FIRST IF YOU'VE BEEN APPROVED ALREADY.

Solistair and Envious never specified the type of elf you're playing.  Beyond that, you both should be fine, just get the edits done when you can.

For everyone else, myself and Mannik will be getting our people on the character sheet first, but after you're free to follow our lead.  See ya!

[Steir]

Going to change up my picture. Apparently it does not satisfy the site rules (it didn't have any problems in another game I was in though, so I think it's better to comply and not ask).

[Vergil1989]

Huh, that's odd, but alright.  Not a problem Steir.  :D

And again guys, the threads are up, but we need to get the descriptions uploaded and all that.  Been kinda busy though between answering PMs and just RL stuff, so haven't been able to coordinate with Mannik as a result.  Check the OOC and the Character Lists first and foremost to get that part squared away first.

Beyond still needing to make sure the rules are updated and such, everything should be ready to go once we get the IC threads taken care of, except the City of Ivalice thread.  THAT one is already good to go for social interactions as it stands now.  Story stuff might pop up later, but everyone should be on Day 1, beyond that it's your choice, just don't start too many scenes together and then get overwhelmed as a result.  We'll probably put a limit on active scenes per person, like two or three tops, so KEEP TRACK of the scenes you're currently in please.  And on an important if quick side note, until we say otherwise, the high priestess is an older human woman and rumors are she's getting ready to seek out a replacement.  Beyond that it's business as usual for folks, god born and mortal peon alike.  (That and no one's offered to take up the mantle of high priestess so she's just gonna be a mostly nameless/faceless NPC for now.)

Anyway, enjoy guys!

[Vergil1989]

The IC threads I believe ARE all ready to go now.  If I or Mannik missed anything, feel free to let us know, but otherwise, just start introducing yourselves, getting your characters up in the roster, etc etc you get the idea.  :D  Anyway, see ya!

Suggestions for anything from the game itself or the setting in general is more than welcome before I forget.  Adios!

RECRUITMENT IS STILL OPEN EVERYONE!  ;D

[Steir]

That said, I need to look for an alternate image for Haruka, but having a hard time with that since most designs of female characters with green braided hair in pigtails usually look like they are below 18. I wouldn't mind suggestions, but so far am checking if this one will do for the site admins' approval -



But yes, will need suggestions in case the above doesn't meet expectations too.

:o

[Vergil1989]

Well, if that one works for the people in charge, I'd say go with that one.  :D  But yeah, it can be annoying as heck trying to find a picture, especially if it's a real specific look you're going for, but good luck Steir.  If all else fails, you could change your appearance once you find a picture you like that isn't a green haired gal with pigtails lol.

[Steir]

Well, if that one works for the people in charge, I'd say go with that one.  :D  But yeah, it can be annoying as heck trying to find a picture, especially if it's a real specific look you're going for, but good luck Steir.  If all else fails, you could change your appearance once you find a picture you like that isn't a green haired gal with pigtails lol.

Lol. I'll take that in consideration.

;3c

[AryanaAeterna]

Ooh, I'm rather interested in this.  Would another futa sister be desired, specifically a half orc? 

[Solistair]

The only problem that immediately jumps out at me is that she somehow has brothers.  Since all god born are either women or futas/herms, unless her mother had another, mortal male lover, then that wouldn't be possible.  Beyond that though, I like her quite a bit.  ;D

EDIT;  Also, and I'm not sure but this could apply to Envious as well, but what kind of elf is she?  Wood elf, drow elf, high elf, or what?  There's all kinds of elves is why I ask for a bit more specific lol.

As soon as we get one or two more sheets in, I'll open an OOC and a couple of IC threads.  For now though, thank you guys for the interest thus far and excellent work already!

Heh, my bad made sure its sisters only this time! And Alianna will be a woof elf.

[Vergil1989]

Definitely!  We'd be happy to have you aboard, especially if she looks pretty lol.  Seriously though, yes, futas/herms are more than welcome at this point since I think most everyone else are doing simply women at the moment, which is fine, but we can definitely use more futa/herms around Arya.  Welcome to the madness.  ;D

And everyone, guys, gals, you CAN make two characters at the start of this, but it's not necessary.  I have a second ready but I don't plan to use him just yet, but feel free to at least prepare a second guy or gal of your choice if you wish.

Lol I think you mean wood elf there Solistair, but it's cool.  Thanks for the edits!  ;D

[Solistair]

Woof elf omgosh haha

[Saric]

That said, I need to look for an alternate image for Haruka, but having a hard time with that since most designs of female characters with green braided hair in pigtails usually look like they are below 18. I wouldn't mind suggestions, but so far am checking if this one will do for the site admins' approval -



But yes, will need suggestions in case the above doesn't meet expectations too.

:o

Any of these work?

https://rule34.xxx/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=2473636
https://rule34.xxx/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=2511976
https://rule34.xxx/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=2526728
https://rule34.xxx/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=2594567
https://rule34.xxx/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=2594568
https://rule34.xxx/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=2673739

They'd need to be re hosted for you to use them though. :P

[Vergil1989]

A couple of those look too young to me Saric, and a couple of them just kinda seemed bleh to me, but that's just my opinion.  ;D  There's a few that looked good though, but it's obviously up to Steir.  That and thanks for looking at all.  :D  Hopefully he can put one of them to use.

[Steir]

Any of these work?

https://rule34.xxx/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=2473636
https://rule34.xxx/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=2511976
https://rule34.xxx/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=2526728
https://rule34.xxx/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=2594567
https://rule34.xxx/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=2594568
https://rule34.xxx/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=2673739

They'd need to be re hosted for you to use them though. :P

I think the fourth one might work, though I prefer using a pic that's safe for work when it comes to the profile pic. I guess I'm just picky like that.

|3c

[Vergil Tanner]

Name: Kaya Balrel, "The Black Blade"
Gender: Male
Age: 150
Sexuality: Bisexual
Race: Sylph

Job Title: ? ? ? [Up for grabs. At the moment, he's a Mercenary...but if somebody wants to, we could work something out!]
Class: Iaijutsu Samurai
Preferred Weapon: Katana.

Power / Ability / Skills:
- Kaya is a skilled swordsman, focusing on Iaijitsu, the art of striking as your sword is drawn. He is blindingly fast, able to strike with his weapon three times in half a second before sheathing his blade once more.
- As a Sylph, Kaya is attuned to the weather and is generally able to tell when harsh weather is approaching. He is also able to discern the general purity of the air surrounding him, and whether there are any toxins present. Alas, he can only perform the latter feat by inhaling said air.
- Kaya's Curse is focused in his blade through decades of training and discipline. Should he draw his blade for any length of time, his Blood Magic Curse risks taking over. First, his physical abilities increase drastically most notable being his speed; when under the influence of his Blood Curse, his striking speed goes from 6 / second to 30 / second, far faster 99% of Mortals could possibly even follow with their eyes. However, the longer he remains under the influence, the harder it is to control, and the more chance his Other Self will assert itself and take complete control of his body.

Appearance:
Kaya is short for his gender - standing at about 5'4 - and atypically non-muscular, instead possessing a more lithe, athletic build. Whist his muscles are certainly honed and toned through years of conditioning and training, he is not what you would call powerful when it comes to muscular ability. Whilst undeniably toned and fit - his body being fairly solid and what muscles he does have being rather chiseled and well-sculpted - his frame lends itself more towards athletics and speed than outright power. Despite his conditioning, his skin is also surprisingly soft to the touch, even his chest and six-pack being more smooth and warm than firm and unyielding like you'd expect, probably as a result of his Sylvan heritage. His face is more gently curved to a point than rugged and squared, having a far more feminine air to it than masculine, too, his eyes being wider and his lips more delicate than your average man.

Indeed his skin, gently curved almost heart-shaped face and wide eyes are usually considered more femininely attractive than many women he happens to meet, all of which combines to make most people he meets assume that he is, in fact, female. Even on the occasion when he bears his legs, them seem more graceful and smooth than powerful and muscular, leading to yet further confusion if they happen to follow it all the way up. He has a head of long black hair that he tends to tie back in a flowing tail behind his head, and piercingly ice-blue eyes that peer out of his face with often unsettling evenness and unflappable calm. He can usually be found wearing some variation of Eastern-style black dueling armor, designed to protect the joints but allow for maximum agility in combat, his black wood-plated trousers forgoing the traditional overlaid black robe. A stiff, armored high collar tends to protect the right side of his neck from attack, designed in such a way due largely to his preferred fighting stance. Whilst he is trained in most forms of Eastern martial styles, his preferred weapon is a long, sleek black Katana in a simple embroidered black scabbard. Oddly, the blade often seems to be bound within the scabbard by a sturdy black leather strap looped around the grip and pinned back to the base of the scabbard.

 
Personality:
Kaya is, first and foremost, his own person. Whilst he is in control of his emotions most of the time, he actually has a fairly dry, snarky sense of humor and little patience for what he considers to be foolishness or immaturity and is quick to let his displeasure show. As such, he can often come across as rude and standoffish, even if he doesn't intend to do so, and at the end of the day genuinely cares about doing right by other people. He adheres to his own code of honor at all times, and genuinely and constantly strives to aid others in any way he is able to do so without jeopardizing his perceived mission or purpose. He has done a lot of wrong in his life, after all, and constantly strives to atone for the sins of his past. Whether that means wiping out a bandit camp that has been preying on a nearby village, exterminating a large monster that has recently taken up residence or simply rescuing a little girl from a tree, it seems that no act of kindness is too small, despite his otherwise brusque and distant demeanor.

And to those who earn his respect, loyalty and service, his word is unbreakable; if he pledges servitude to you, he will not betray or endanger you in any way until he deems his service to be completed. He is always loathe to resort to violence as the first recourse - always seeking diplomacy or intimidation first and foremost - but is not so squeamish as to shy away from a fight that he deems necessary, and one would be wise to not mistake his reticence towards violence as an indicator of inefficiency in that regard. To those he trusts and values as friends, colleagues or those worthy of his servitude, he is not quite so aloof as he appears in public. He is passingly friendly, often quick to offer support or advice, and surprisingly gentle in his dealings with others. Somewhat surprisingly for what you might think, he is also rather warm and tender with those he believes need and deserve it, often opening up a rarely seen side of himself that is capable of heated passion and almost loving, trusting obedience.

However, he has a darker side. Due to the trauma of his past, he has a deeply embedded fragment of his personality that is far, far less honorable and ideally pacifistic, instead reveling in bloodshed and the thrill of the fight, wanting nothing more than to lose himself in battle and death until his endless bloodthirst has been slaked. Whilst his more dominant personality wishes to do good and to serve the public interest, his darker side wishes to destroy everything he can, and lives only for battle and - eventually, perhaps - finding an opponent worthy of his blade. Through extensive training and self-discipline, Kaya has been able to suppress this side of himself, channeling a large portion of it into his blade itself. Whilst he can never part with the blade for fear of causing far more psychological harm than advisable, he can keep it controlled and contained. So long as the blade remains sheathed, his Other Self remains nothing more than a whispering voice in the back of his mind. However, when circumstances dictate that he must let loose his Other Self, he risks it taking control. If this happens, his personality shifts and he becomes sadistic, violent and aggressive, always seeking to prolong the fight for his own enjoyment, the only thing better than the sight of his opponents life draining from their eyes being the thrill of the fight itself.


Background: 
Kaya was born 150 years ago to an obscure, isolationist, nomadic Sylvan tribe in the deep forests of the North. He was born to fairly normal parents, was raised in the ways of his people and led a fairly normal, average life. It wasn't an exciting life full of adventure and danger, it wasn't flashy or swashbuckling or anything of the sort, but...he was happy. He had loving parents, a valued and respected place in the Tribe and a happy, full life to look forward to as he matured and eventually grew out of the mischief that all boys his age seemed prone to committing. For generations, they lived in quiet, peaceful obscurity away from the prying eyes of the outside world, blissfully unaware of all of the assorted troubles and tribulations associated with the modern world. Should they come across a particularly nasty monster, or should a group of humans move in nearby, the tribe would simply move on and find a new, more isolated place to settle for the next few decades before having to move again. It was not always the most stable way to live, and they'd had years where food had been scarce or the weather had been unkind to them, but they'd survived.

That all changed when Kaya was 12 years old. The Tribe had settled in a small, remote valley at the foot of the far Northern mountains for the season as they awaited the birth of the next cycle of Sylvan Young, unable to travel much further with their pregnant women in tow. They managed to find themselves a small cave for shelter, and set about the process of setting down temporary roots to make their lives a little more comfortable. Alas, unbeknownst to the tribe, they'd had the misfortune of being noticed by the other residents of the mountain range that they'd decided to settle down in, and they were not interested in peaceful coexistence. For up in the mountains above them lay the secret Cathedral of The Hidden Eye, a cult of Necromancers and Blood Mages who followed and revered an ancient nameless Evil who - they believed - would one day Sire a Godborn of His own who would slay the other Godborn and take his rightful place upon the throne of the World. They saw the Sylvan tribe, and saw an opportunity to please their Dark Master with a dark, twisted ritual that they'd been attempting to plan for years.

They came in the night, overwhelmed the meager guards and put almost the entire tribe to the blade, sacrificing those that were not fast enough to flee into the forests at the mouth of the valley. Those Sylphs that were not killed brutally in their sleep - mostly the young, like Kaya - were instead taken into servitude and pressed into the teachings of the Cult. But this was not some kind of attack simply to gather servants and scullery maids and the like; whilst the Cult certainly abused its power and used the young things for their own amusement and pleasure, there was a far darker purpose behind the abductions. They required test subjects for their Unholy Rituals, and one by one the young Sylphs that they'd taken began to disappear. Some simply disappeared into the night, sacrificed and discarded like used trash, but others returned...changed. Dead behind the eyes, or fanatically devoted to the teachings of the Cult after only a few weeks of absence. One by one, they all disappeared...until only Kaya and his best friend Talian were left.

They, of course, attempted to escape that very night, using a hole they'd spotted in the Cults patrols to slip down to the Valley and make their escape. They were only halfway down the mountain before they were caught, the Cult having used their Sorcery to detect and apprehend them as easily as simply waiting at the exit of the path they were using to descend from the Cathedral. They were promptly separated - Talian taken away to a separate section of the Cathedral, far from Kaya's sight - and Kaya himself was taken to their Ritual Room. He was placed upon the Altar as their newest Sacrifice, bound and gagged beneath the High Priests obsidian blade as the Necromancers and Blood Mages chanted their Dark Ritual over his struggling, flailing body. And as they reached their zenith, their dark magics reaching out to take hold of his mind - he could feel them probing around inside his head, twisting him into something else - he felt the sudden searing pain of a knife plunging through his heart...and everything went black.

He woke up some time later in a dark room, free and unbound, with the High Priest himself looming atop his resting place. As it transpired, the Ritual had not been intended to sacrifice him; it was intended to change him, to twist him into a tool of the Cult as a punishment for his transgressions. The Ritual had had two purposes; the first was to ensure his obedience, which Kaya found to his horror had succeeded when he attempted to attack the High Priest with a knife that had been left on his bedside, and found that though he willed his body to move...it did no such thing. He froze as soon as he attempted to move against the High Priest, unable to properly advance or even lift the knife. And when the High Priest instructed him to carve a symbol into his own wrist...despite the excruciating pain, he did so, without hesitation, despite the screaming in his head that told himself to stop. And as soon as the symbol was complete...the second part of the ritual became apparent. The second part of the ritual had been designed to instill in him some kind of Magical Rage, a kind of fragment of his own personality that had been warped and twisted, the rage and hatred and fear he felt at the loss of his family and his enslavement to the Cult given its own voice and power.

It was Blood Magic, pure and simple, mixed with more than a little Necromancy to create the perfect warrior inside his head. Ruthless, savage, thirsty for blood...and utterly at the Cults beck and call as long as it was contained by the first section of the Ritual. And so began his training. The Cult took him into their Sermons, barraged him with their teachings and lessons. They trained his body to fight, giving him access to all of the weapons and teachings that they could shower on their new star pupil. They didn't really care if he accepted the teachings of the Cult - he was, after all, simply a tool - and the treated him as one. Rather than using their teachings to attempt to indoctrinate him into their Cult - which they knew would likely never work - they instead used their position and their powers to crush his personality, to destroy his free will and hollow him out into their own little puppet, unable to do anything but dance on their strings. And for the most part...it worked. His will, his drive, his personality was crushed to a fine paste. It was shredded and scattered to the winds, since even his own body was no longer his to control. He was naught but an observer to his own life, and so he simply...shut down, sealed himself away and went hollow and numb to deal with the awful things the Cult made him do. Even his own Blood-magic-fueled curse was something distant, the sudden rage and violence that filled him as he was forced to dive deeper and deeper into the twisted fragment of his psyche filled him with nothing as he forced himself further into the depths of his own mind to try and protect himself from the horrors that he was witnessing. From assassinations to discipline to needless acts of cruelty on nearby villages and passing tribes, he did it all. The amount of people he hurt or killed or tormented soon defied counting over the two decades he spent being molded by the Cult, until he eventually "graduated" from their sick, twisted program.

And his first assignment? Track down and kill the remnants of his tribe that had escaped the Cults night attack. And so he did. It took him years to find them all, but he did it, tracking down the disparate groups who all, without fail, welcomed him with open arms...before he gutted them in their sleep, poisoned their broth, suffocated in the river, assassinating them despite their horrified looks and screaming, begging pleas to stop...until only one man remained. Their High Druid, the leader of their Tribe and Guide to all...he stood before the now-adult Kaya, and though he seemed to know what was about to happen...he was calm. Unarmed. Defenceless. And as Kaya stepped forwards with dagger in hand, the Elder embraced him as a son, accepting the dagger sliding between his ribs...and whispered three simple words, charged with every ounce of Anima Power that he could muster. Kaya's shell was thrown backwards from the huge release of power, and under such an assault of Natural Magic, the first Binding of the Ritual was undone. Suddenly able to move his own body through his own will rather than being a puppet to distant powers, it took Kaya a few minutes to properly process what was happening...and then the pain started. The anguish, the despair, the torment and horror as he finally came back to himself, realising what he had done and who he had become. He was unable to move for days as the full weight of his life settled upon him, and he had to become used to feeling his emotions once more. And once he'd managed to get a handle on his raw, unfettered, bottled up emotions...he was also overwhelmed with uncontrollable rage. The fragment of his Personality - once bound by the First Ritual, kept chained and on a leash - bubbled forth...and by the time Kaya had regained control, he found himself curled in an exhausted, almost-dead ball in the ruins of the Dark Cathedral, blood and ash and fire surrounding him, the memories of everything that had happened fresh in his head, as well as the pure, orgasmic pleasure that he had felt with every death...and every village he'd passed by on the way that he'd left naught but a smoking ruin, his rage and bloodlust indiscriminate in its targets.

And so, he began to wander. He tried to kill himself several times, but his Other Self always seized control to stop him, punishing his efforts by butchering the nearest innocent creature, forcing him to keep moving, to find something new to kill...but he refused to go back to civilisation. He knew what would happen if he listened to his Other Self's whispers and demands, and though he left a trail of innocent animals dead in his wake, he knew that he was making the right decision. He traveled further into the mountains, spending months wandering aimlessly from peak to peak...until one day, he happened across a towering monastery hidden high in the mountains. Though his Other Self immediately attempted to seize control to attack the Monastery and slake its long-denied bloodlust, the High Elder of the Temple met them on the road and - upon his Other Selfs attack - promptly put him down, hard. Kaya expected the old man to kill him - openly invited it, begged the old man to do it to set him free from his curse - but the Elder had other ideas. He instead insisted that Kaya join the Temple, promising the young man that there was, in actuality, another way.

Despite his trepidation and suspicion...Kaya knew that he had no other choice. He accepted the invitation, and joined the Temple as an Acolyte. He spent the 58 years dedicating himself to his training, mastering the art of channeling his Inner Self, striving to overcome everything they put before him in his quest for a Better Way. Over the years, his physique improved, his skills with a blade - taught to him as a method of channeling his frustrations and anger in a way that could be used to help others - became a level of mastery rarely seen in mortals, and - eventually - his assurance of his Self and his own image of who he was reached the point where he was able to channel his Other Self into his Blade, expelling it from his Being into a more manageable state. It would forever be a part of who he was, of course, and he would always need to focus himself into controlling it...but now, at least, he could channel it into something more productive, and at least exercise some control over it, if only a little. It was why, in fact, he chose the style of combat that he did; his Other Self could only control him when his blade left its scabbard. His style relied on drawing and sheathing his sword as quickly as possible, meaning that - ideally - his Other Self would have as little time controlling him as possible. It wasn't perfect, but...it was something.

Of course, all birds must fly the nest at some point, and it was at the end of this 58 years that Kaya decided that his place was no longer at the Monastery. He had yet to properly atone for the sins he committed when under the influence of the Cult, and if even one member of that Church had survived, then...it was important for him to find and destroy them. Not only that, but...he'd never so much as seen Talion's body. If it was even vaguely possible that he and the other Sylvan prisoners lived somehow...he had a duty to find them. The Temple Elder, of course, didn't try to stop him and instead wished him the best of luck, having taught him about the outside world in preparation for this inevitable moment. And ever since, Kaya has wandered the lands, seeking to atone for his sins and leave the world a better place than when he found it as payment for all of the lives that he ruined before he was able to break free from his chains. Over the last 60 years, he has earned quite a name for himself due to his skill and power, "Kaya The Black Blade" being enough of an introduction to force some of the more intelligent bandits and villains to back down without a single blade being drawn. He's saved countless hundreds - perhaps even thousands - of lives, performed Gods Knew how many seemingly menial tasks for a pittance of a reward - if he doesn't just refuse the reward outright - all in his quest for some kind of redemption. And yet, still he wanders, seeking a Master worthy of his Blade, and a way to truly - truly - atone for his past evil.


IC kinks/preferences: Dominant Partners, trust, affection, bondage / restraint, sexual pain, receiving anal, hair pulling, biting, rough play, Master / servant play, giving oral, humiliation / degradation, others I might not have thought of.
IC offs/dislikes: Cruelty, non-sexual pain, scat, watersports, gore, vore, choking, public.

[Vergil Tanner]

RIGHT. That's it right now. Obviously I am looking for a Godborn to serve (sexually and non sexually), so obviously the last part of his Background can be rewritten as necessary. But that's him Sans-Godborn as it stands right now! I hope he's acceptable and interesting! :D

Yes, I want my Trap serving a Godborn, either a futa or a female who is ok with pegging :P Either way, if you want the tortured Samurai as your bodyguard, lieutenant and fucktoy, let me know! :D


[Theme Music incoming, after I've eaten :P ]

[AryanaAeterna]

Name:  Katarza Yakhel
Gender:  Futanari
Age:  103
Sexuality:  Homoflexible
Race:  Orc
God born:  Yes
Job Title:  Healer and Knight, 'Shield of Ivalice', 'The Immovable'
Class:  Battle Cleric
Preferred Weapon:  A large, heavy, reinforced hoplite shield, the white polished face embossed with a golden ouroboros, marred with great gashes and dents speaking of the hard usage it's seen. The inner surface is inscribed with the names of people she's met over the many years, having become layered and layered, and serving as the focus for her determination.
Power:  Energy Distribution: When Katarza plants herself, it is like she becomes one with the Earth, immovable and unbreakable. This is just an enhanced ability to distribute blows and attacks down through her body and into the ground, manifesting as her making like an immovable object. 
Blood Rage: When injured, Katarza channels her pain and rage into her blows with her shield, gaining strength from her fury and assuring her attacks land harder and more accurately.  They have been known to break weapons and armor, as well as foundations and structures.
Healing: If she can touch wounds, or bare skin in the case of internal ailments, she can use her own energy to overcome and heal it.  It takes a minimum of five minutes for her to heal people's wounds in this manner, and stretching up to fifteen for the more tricky injuries.  Any longer, however, it begins running a serious risk for her, though this is usually only the case when she tries to handle nerve damage. 
Weakness:  Use of her Blood Rage leaves her exhausted and comatose for hours at minimum, as expected, having sapped her energy to the point of needing to replenish itself.  Healing, depending upon the time, can leave her simply fatigued to comatose as well. 
Appearance:  Katarza is a tall, strongly built orc woman.  She's got blood red eyes and a pair of slim tusks protruding from her lower jaw.  Her long black hair is usually pulled back in a tight braid or a loose ponytail, but occasionally she lets her coarse hair flow freely around her head.  Due to her adherence to training, and the weight of her shield, she has well-defined musculature, in addition to her intimidating stature. In battle, she is a rolling tower of muscle beneath gleaming full-plate armor and a cape in the same white as her shield.  When she's not in battle, however, she can be found in simple healer's robes when she's making her rounds through the temples and healing ailments, or just simple riding pants, boots, and a loose canvas shirt, with a dark colored cloak if necessary.
Personality: Katarza is a kind woman, often spending time out in the city amongst the people.  She doesn't have much material wealth, choosing instead to give it away to the people who need it more.  She's genuinely openly affectionate with most people, more so with her siblings (and children) than others.  But she'll be the first to offer a hand in friendship before resorting to violence, in spite of her skill in battle.  Unlike most orcs, she's calm and quite even tempered, a truly gentle soul until threatened, and only then does she defend herself or others. 
Background:  Born to the orc priestess Katani in her brief, but well received tenure, Katarza was always an inquisitive child as she grew.  Despite not being like most of her half-sisters in the primary sexual characteristics department, Katarza wasn't ever fazed.  She was usually found nose deep in trouble or chaos, due to her inquisitive nature (having been one of the children her father had to lift from the wells on multiple occasions), and often sought out her half-sisters (or the occasional priestess or warrior who happened to fall for her cute little puppy eyes) to help hide her from the possible .  Her inquisitiveness was matched only by her sheer determination to befriend everyone she set her sights on, suffering from an utter lack of knowledge about what 'stranger danger' might actually mean, this became one of her more positive character traits as she aged and learned a little about restraint. 

She never did outgrow her distaste for actual weapons, however, opting for a method that underlined defense and adopted it as her own.  To this day, she still does not touch a weapon, walking into battle with naught but her shield and her plate armor.  As she grew and trained, she came up with new, creative excuses to avoid weapon training, ending up in outright defiance as she stood her ground on the matter through all kinds of creative punishments.  Eventually, she won the 'argument' and focused on a training method that was a mixture of deflections and dodges, more of the former, due to her size and muscle mass settling in as she aged. 

Her newfound maturity saw her need to befriend everyone morphing into a desire to help people, and a manifestation of her ability to heal.  Initially, it resulted in her collapsed on multiple occasions as she overextended herself, but soon, she grew to be able to triage and treat without leaving her collapsed and unconscious.  Though, her need to help has left her utterly penniless on many occasions, both when she takes people at their word, and when she just gives her money away.

IC preferences:  foreplay, whirlwind romance, sensuality, tactile affection Kinks: anal (giving), multiple partners, watching, incest, inflation, light bondage, biting/other marking, she'll give most anything a try.
IC dislikes: demons, abusers, unprovoked violence, discrimination, entitlement.  Offs: anal (receiving), vore, watersports, scat

[Vergil1989]

She's one of the youngest if not the youngest character we have.  I like her just on that note alone.  :D

I AM curious as to what she prefers to wear as far as your Appearance stuff is concerned, but otherwise I don't see any immediate problems with her.  ;D  Just descrine what she prefers on and off the battlefield and I THINK you'll be good.  See ya!

Also, Katara as a kid = CUTE AS FUCK lol.

EDIT!

And Tanner, other than what I sent in PM about your guy, you're more than fine to sign on with him and to say hey in the OOC.  Definitely a pretty interesting character regardless of who ends up owning his blade.  :D

I'm getting one last post up real quick and then I'm going to bed lol.  Night guys, talk to Mannik in the meantime.  :D

[AryanaAeterna]

I was angling for the young end of the spectrum, definitely. 

But I've added her simple tastes in clothing in.

Yes, she was definitely a hellion hidden behind an adorable smile and the best puppy dog eyes in the history of the world.  They slay.

[Vergil1989]

Lol I noticed, but thanks for the change Arya.  Good luck!

[Vergil Tanner]

Wooo! Now to figure out connections and a Theme Song :P

[Chulanowa]

Been super-busy; will hopefully get a thing up tomorrow!

[Vergil1989]

You and Drowdeviant both.  I sent a PM to both of you guys and neither responded lol.  It's cool though Chul, and I'm looking forward to whatever you have in mind.

To everyone, the IC threads are ready beyond proper introductory story related posts from myself and/or Mannik, but for simply introducing your character, I figure nothing special is going on.  No festivals or holy days or anything like that, so nothing fancy as far as all that goes.  Early spring, morning of day 1 is all you really need right now, so just stick to what's there in whatever thread you pop up in and go from there.  :D

I will say planning out a scene or two with your fellows in the OOC would probably be a good idea, especially since we WILL be limiting people to only two scenes to start.  So keep track of where the scene starts and all that.  Might be easiest to include a Zootopia scene tracker thing in your character profiles for that very purpose.  Just check their stuff and you'll find it readily enough until I can get it wrote up properly elsewhere.  For now, good night!

[Vergil1989]

I have the rules finally updated and posted on the first post of the first page.  For any newcomers, check 'em out and be sure this is the game for you.  For everyone else, sorry it wasn't done sooner, and while they'll be updated a bit more yet, the ones that are there are pretty much set in stone.  :D  Thanks for being so cool folks and I'll see ya soon hopefully!

[Vergil1989]

Name: Yunalesca
Gender:  Futanari
Age: 721
Sexuality:  Bisexual
Race:  Tiefling (Dragon blooded (Ice Dragon ancestry))
God born: Yes
Job Title: One of several bodyguards to the current high priestess
Class: Monk
Preferred Weapon:  Bare hands but has a metallic bo staff on hand for those fights she needs a weapon capable of deflecting bladed weapons with ease.
Power:  Blink:  No one quite knows why, but Yunalesca has proven adept at teleporting herself about with shocking ease.  Whether it's because of her dragon blood, her tiefling ancestry, or a combination of the two mixed with that of her divine birth, but it has allowed her the unique gift, even by god born standards, to 'blink' to anywhere she can see in a near instant, losing none of her momentum or power.  Able to go through fences she can see through, reach high points with but a 'blink' of her eyes, or to simply reposition herself in a fight as she desires, her power is really only limited by distance, her eyesight, her strength, and her imagination.  She's used her power quite a bit, strengthening herself and her magical reserves to the point she can easily Blink several dozen times in short succession, but it takes her a fair bit longer to recover from the drain that always follows later.
Weakness:  Blink comes with a hefty toll attached.  She doesn't simply disappears and reappears elsewhere, she goes through another dimensional plane of existence first.  While her time there in the Shadowfell is extremely short, perhaps half a second give or take, a monster or resident of the Shadowfell in the right place at the right time could potentially 'stop' her from returning to the plane she calls home.  The fact that it's actually happened more than once has made Yuna uneasy, needless to say, but she still uses her power when her need becomes great enough, despite knowing full well something else could potentially get their hands on her again.  That aside, she's limited by her ability to see where she wants to go, by distance of the 'blink' itself, and by her own reserves of strength because every Blink is draining.  Several blinks in short succession is especially taxing.  She cannot carry other people around, nor can she 'Blink' projectiles about, it is a wholly personal ability.
Appearance:  Short, straight dirty blonde hair with dark pink tips that goes down to just to her shoulders rests atop her head, where two short but almost pretty onyx colored horns rests.  Pale, glowing blue eyes with no visible iris sits in her face, and her skin is a vibrant purple, covered in hard to see scales that are soft to the touch, yet are hard like the scales of the winged titans her family are descended from, or so she's always been told at least.  Either way, her tiefling tail is thick at the base before tapering off to a narrow point, and along the top, several lines of fins grow progressively smaller the closer one gets to the tip.  Wiry yet far stronger than her petite, slender frame would appear to be, Yunalesca is 5'3'' of about 142 lbs, if she were soaking wet maybe, leading many to underestimate her capabilities, which are very formidable.  There's a good reason why she's called the Earthbreaker after all, and it's not because she talked a stone golem to death.

Preferring to wear comfortable if sturdy boots, with long, tight robes, often in some shade of purple, orange, or red with gold embroidery around the sleeves and along the front, a blue sash tied about her waist to hold it altogether, Yunalesca's clothes hide a great deal about her, almost as much as much as her normally vibrant smile and her easygoing laughter.  Small, perky and round breasts that are perfectly sized to fill an average person's hand, as well as toned, if comfortably round hips mark her only curves as anything to look at.  Everything else is corded, wiry muscles on a short, petite frame that's largely covered by her preference in clothing.  Whatever the case, she's real pretty on the outside, but she doesn't see herself as such, a situation complicated by the fact her shaft is very unique, even by the standards of those god born that were similarly 'gifted'.  It's....fairly large, larger than most men, and even among her sisters, with ridges and nubs around the midsection.  Like the rest of her flesh, her cock is covered in 'soft' and hard scales that are quite smooth, and when fully engorged, veins visibly throb and add yet another layer of stimulation.  It's the size and unique shape that deters most of her would be lovers however, and it's the source of most of her....self confidence issues.
Personality:

"I'm a ball of fun most days, but...I ain't as happy as ya'll might think.  Between livin' forever and the fact I'm...unique, I've been fairly miserable most of my life.  Eternity doesn't look so sunshine and rainbows now does it?"

Most days, Yunalesca is a very happy, go lucky gal despite being so many halves that she isn't even sure what she truly is, but those are the days she's got something to keep her occupied, where she doesn't have time to really think about what's ahead of her.  Thankfully, she's at least well respected despite the fact some people think tieflings are nothing more than no good devil worshipers and worse.  In some cases they might even be right, but not in Yunalesca's case, nor for most of her family for that matter, those that are still around at least.  But between her very advanced age and the fact she hasn't really felt comfortable in reaching out to her descendants on her long dead mother's side, (her father obviously being the guardian deity), Yunalesca's slowly let her loneliness get the better of her.  Sure she smiles and laughs with the rest of her 'sisters' as easily as she beats down anyone that makes the mistake of trying to mess with the people she's dedicated so much to protecting, but those who laugh the most hide the most pain, and Yunalesca's no different in that regard.  She's just adept at hiding it is all.  And while she has no problem with being a tiefling most days, its the fact it's so obvious to everyone that hers is a mixed heritage, even without getting into the fact she's a god born, (which only makes the ridicule she's suffered worse), that has gotten her all kinds of trouble over the years.  Respect can only get you so far when those that judge by race and appearance make it a point to make your life miserable.

And then there's the other problem...

Background:

"Being born a cross b'tween a dragon and some demon, I can deal with that, most days.  Bein' a god born on top of that though, with extra bits that are about as exotic as the rest o' me?  That's....not so easy."

Yunalesca's mother, Devotion, (a fairly typical tiefling name for a girl), was anything but ordinary, although she didn't know it at the time.  Like most tieflings who refused to give into their demonic natures, thrust upon them by the simple fact they're born with a touch of the otherworldly either through deals made in the past with the Lower Planes's various denizens, or because some ancestor decided to spread their legs for one of the devils in question, Devotion made it a point to be a good and compassionate woman even at a young age.  So very few people that knew her well, tiefling or otherwise, were all that surprised when she was called by the guardian deity to serve the people of Ivalice.  Shockingly, she refused the call, at least at first, saying that she wouldn't leave her home village until things had settled down.  In return, the guardian sent several god born to help get things sorted out with the villagers, clearing out the marauding monsters and their human, foul hearted counterparts that had banded together to raise all kinds of trouble across the countryside.  Needless to say, the people of her village were overjoyed, and Devotion proved herself as good as her namesake, leaving only once she was assured that everything was alright.  Once she was escorted successfully to Ivalice, she made up for lost time, and then some, as the stories go.

Being born the youngest of her twelve, twelve sisters, Yunalesca was the only one that was born a futanari, at least as far as she knows anyway.  The rest are either dead, so she can't ask, or they're plain regular women, or as regular as one can get with divine origins.  She's also the only one among her surviving siblings to be a clear mix of their draconic bloodline courtesy of some great grandmother receiving said magically rich blood in an effort to save her life by her then draconic ally, and tiefling, another of her descendants having bent over for a demon they were trying to make a deal with for some stupid reason at the time.  Both traits fully manifested themselves at a pretty early age in Yunalesca's case, and it made life...difficult for the young girl despite her mother's efforts to protect and love her as much as any of her children.  Seven of her eleven sisters dying later though, and even Devotion's heart ended up wilting and dying.  When she eventually passed, many said she died more of a broken heart than her time simply running out, but it also left Yunalesca emotionally torn down and lacking in self confidence.  A problem that was exacerbated further when she started to tentatively explore her sexuality, only to find out the hard way that people were freaked out by her exotic nature.  It didn't take much for her to stop trying, and while she knew many of her sisters would've been more than happy to let sleep with her, by the time it crossed her mind, Yunalesca had already all but shut down, having given up the hope she'd ever know what it was like to be truly embraced.  The only time she really got close was when she wandered into a brothel in the lesser known parts of town, and came out feeling more wound up than she'd been walking in.  It didn't help the woman she'd finally....asked to share a bed with had taken one look at her dual sex, and nearly fainted.  The most she'd been willing to do is jerk Yuna off, but that hadn't been near enough for a god born, but the message had been received loud and clear anyway.  She was....wrong, somehow, at least by other people's standards.

And yet, everyone changed their tune, at least for a few decades, when she utterly crushed someone's pet stone golem with her bare hands.  So many years of pent up fury, frustration, (both mundane and sexual alike), and sorrow exploded outward with such ferocity that the magically bound creation had absolutely no chance against Yunalesca.  Having proven herself as capable as many of the god born before her after the smoke cleared, Yunalesca suddenly found herself the center of attention, but she wanted nothing to do with it or their 'respect'.  She'd seen their true faces a long time ago and while she would still protect them, it was only those she knew for sure hadn't been two faced that she truly fought for.  The mindless masses could go suck her overly large, demonic dragon cock for all she cared, not that she'd actually TELL people that of course.

IC kinks/preferences:  Likes:  She has a thing for small animals, especially cats.  She also favors cold weather, although whether that's because of her dragon blood or simple personal preference is unknown.  Either way, while she does prefer vegetarian meals when she can get away with it, Yunalesca does at times enjoy a hearty steak.
Kinks:  Unlike most of the god born, she has very little experience in the bedroom, so much so that she's practically virginal.  But she DOES know what she'd like, which for now includes mostly vanilla, slow, sensual lovemaking for the most part.  However, she does have a thing for leather, not that she's about to tell anyone that....
IC offs/dislikes:  Most days, meat in general doesn't do it for her, surprisingly, despite the fact she's dragon blooded. 

[AryanaAeterna]

Name:  Aasha
Gender:  Female
Age:  1,097 years (though she doesn't actually know and hasn't since her 30's)
Sexuality:  Demisexual
Race:  Human - Lycanthrope (Jaguar)
God born:  Yes
Job Title:  Hunter/Beast Master
Class:  Druid
Preferred Weapon:  A sovnya of a lightweight material that shifts with her when she assumes another form.
Power:  Animal Minded: With concentration, she can seize control of all animals within a half mile of herself and control them like the queen in a hive mind.  It makes for excellent scouting, and a truly freaky experience when she directs everything to move in tandem or just turn and stare at the same time.
Moon Surge: She can increase her size, both as humanoid or when wild shaped, for a short time.  It often leaves her fatigued and in need of a retreat and rest.  The level of fatigue she feels is dependent on the phase of the moon.  She barely notices it at or around the full moon, but a new moon will leave her exhausted and sleeping for days. 
Weakness:  She has bouts of pure untamed feralness, and loss of her higher thought processes, usually when tired or surprised, that functions much like a mindless rage or confusion (for the PF/D&D folks).  Due to her lycanthropy, she can become lost to the animal mind for weeks at a time when she wild shapes into an animal if she doesn't have the time to calm and center herself, causing her to vanish off everyones radar until she eventually turns up.  Due to this feral state being so close to the surface, it makes her wildly unpredictable and with a hair-trigger temper that she can lose at the drop of a hat.  She's by far the most barbaric/untamed of the god born, but there is a method to her feralness.  She's often just an untamed animal as opposed to a civilized human.
Appearance:  Aasha is a tall, leonine woman with a beautifully tanned dusky skin tone.  Her eyes are a bright, stunning green most commonly found in the gardens on the well-tended to plants, than as someone's eye color.  She uses a belt knife to shave the hair on the sides of her head, just leaving her thick, black hair growing from the crown of her head and kept out of her way in a series of tight braids adorned with brightly colored beads and feathers that she finds on her wanderings.  Usually, her hair is quite mussed and unevenly shaved, due to her lack of mirror, but one of her sisters is usually quick to correct it on her routine returns to Ivalice.  She has a long, thin scar cutting straight down through her right nostril and down across her lips ending just below the lower lip, as well as a scar cutting down through her right eyebrow and the upper part of her cheek, skipping her eye socket entirely.  Very rarely is she seen without the black paint covering her upper face as well as decorating her arms and legs, giving her that spotted "jaguar" appearance.  Though on the times without the black paint, a thin band of green in the same shade of her eyes is always painted across the bridge of her nose and her cheeks. 

She usually dresses in a wrap made of a thin, breathable material in an earthy tone while in the city, as a way to condition herself into relaxing and lowering her guard so she's less likely to lose control of herself in an urban setting.  She wears leather and metal bangles and bracelets around her wrists, as well as intricate rings on her fingers also while in the city.  Though she never wears shoes, preferring to feel the ground beneath her feet. Outside of the city, and in battle, she wears tight, form-fitting black leather armor and loose, breathable pants.  Her lower legs are always wrapped tightly with cured leather for protection on her lower limbs.  She is often found wearing her signature bright green feathered headdress with the jaguar head sitting atop hers like a helmet.  The pure black jaguar head bears the same facial scars she does.  Around her wrists are colored leather cuffs, and her upper arms bear a pair of metal bands, stylized with geometric patterns that were the last gift from her mother that she ever received.
Personality:  Knowingly or unknowingly, Aasha has taken on many characteristics similar to that of a large feline, from her adoration off all things sunny, to her often aloof attitude.  However, she is fiercely protective of all of her sisters, though awkwardly affectionate toward them, mostly due to how little time she spends in the city.  She is always deeply respectful of her father, as well as the current high priestess, mostly due to the fact that they don't tend to treat her any differently from visit to visit, even when the latter has changed.  She's often quiet and withdrawn, preferring to watch and wait, rather than charging in ahead, leading to a vast amount of patience.  Rarely does she get frustrated with waiting, considering she prefers it to make a better plan, as well as waiting means a perfect ambush.  But her animalistic demeanor and her soft spokenness have led people to bossing her around when they jump to the conclusion that she's somehow less intelligent or wise than they, and that bossiness and condescension has led to her snapping and losing her temper on the poor fool who does so.   
Background:  Born the eldest daughter from the High Priestess Vivian, Aasha was a surly withdrawn child more prone to picking a fight than to doing what she was told.  Often, it was a fight when she saw an animal caged or mistreated, leading her to charge in like a dark haired missile and rescue said animal, usually while biting the culprit.  There have been many times where she was escorted back to her mother—or father, depending on the distance and how feral she was at the time—by the city guard for attacking shopkeepers and stable hands for their 'mistreatment' of the animals.  And to Aasha, keeping them caged was mistreatment.  She was a high-energy child, often charging right back out after her 'return' by the guard to go and harass another poor shopkeep; her record number of guard-returns was 9 in one day, something she is still fiendishly proud of to this day. 

As she grew older, so did her gift with animals, often manifesting itself in a manner that was both adorable and eerie.  Sometimes, she could be found meditating to control her temper—which was terrible, even then—and surrounded by animals, from birds perching on her head and shoulders, to squirrels resting on her thighs and chattering to each other, and all sorts of cats and dogs just crowding around her.  So when she fully came into her druidic powers, it was exactly no surprise to anyone.  She took to wandering further and further afield as her confidence grew in her abilities until the day she was attacked by a werejaguar and she contracted lycanthropy.  That merely deepened her connection to the wildlife, but made her temper impossible to control. 

She turned down the cure when it was offered, however, gifting the werejaguar that turned her the expensive ritual instead of taking it for herself.  And she always conveniently has another affected by lycanthropy every time one of her siblings offers her the cure to give to them instead.  She is perfectly content just the way she is, and she often says so when the cure is inevitably offered every time.  Though she doesn't blame them for trying to help her with her affliction.  If she were anyone else, she would probably have taken them up on their offer many seasons ago.

Though routine as it is for her to return home to Ivalice, she doesn't tend to stay long, mostly because she is wary of losing control of her temper or her inner animal and hurting someone.  Though during the time she is in Ivalice, animals that are for sale, or being mistreated, all seem to have a way of mysteriously vanishing.  Though her drive for outright confrontation has shifted more toward ambush tactics (she does occasionally spend the night in the local jail for brawling with shopkeepers) she absolutely cannot stand seeing animals in any state other than free and cannot help but make steps to rectify that.  Luckily for her, most shopkeepers know her by sight—probably due to the posters that they're all given by the guard when they decide to trade in live animals—and most take steps to minimize loss when word spreads that she's back in the city. 

IC kinks/preferences:  Pretty much anything that would make a cat happy pleases her, and when it comes to sex, if someone takes the time to talk to her and get her relaxed, as well as the foreplay, she's pretty much putty in their hands and will pretty much anything; she's a mood-dependent switch.   
IC dislikes: Animal captivity/cruelty, overbearing people, micromanagers, loud people.  IC offs: gore, vore, bathroom play, wearing restraints (but being held down is totally fine). 

[Vergil1989]

Wow, I like her already lol.  Welcome (again) to the madness Arya.  ;D

To anyone else, we're more than happy to have you guys and gals, especially since we're still fairly early in getting things situated.  Hope to see some new arrivals soon!

[Serana]

Hey there! I know its been a few weeks, but are you still having room for more in game? :)

[Vergil1989]

Yes we are.  :D  We're still going but the Easter holiday has kinda slowed things down a bit as you can no doubt guess, but yeah, we're always happy to get more people.  Feel free to write up a character or two, (two max for the time being), and myself and Mannik will happily take a look.  Welcome to the party Serana.  ;D

[Roleplay Frog]

Yes we are.  :D  We're still going but the Easter holiday has kinda slowed things down a bit as you can no doubt guess, but yeah, we're always happy to get more people.

*Hijacks answer* I had a sill- creative idea for a supportive caster type with the whole godborn in the back of my mind.

Name: Mienra
Gender: Female
Age: Irrelevant
Sexuality: Asexual/Bi-sexual
Race: Human
God born: Yes
Job Title: Clockmaker
Class: Wizard/Merchant
Preferred Weapon: Blade-Cane. She's not much of a weapon-user either way though.
Power Time Magic: A special form of magic that grants her abilities, some replicatable by mortal mages, others not so.:
Temporal Manipulation: She can slow or speed up targets for a limited time. Both the power of a target and the amount of temporal manipulation drain her, for example she could easily enough slow down a single arrow to dodge it, but freezing another god-born in place exhausts her after just a few seconds.
Temporal Reversal: She can revert a targets position in time, effectively healing/rebuilding it from recently recieved damage and resetting it to a prior location. This ability is always exhausting, see weaknesses.
Temporal protection: She is aware of attempts to attack her with time or manipulate her timeline and highly resistant to the same.

Weakness: 
Re-Juvenation: Overusing her time powers quickly de-ages her, down to a young adult womans body. Why is that a weakness? While she becomes young and beautiful, she also slowly reverts back to her carefree, 20-year old self that, most importantly, had not mastered her temporal powers properly yet. She can somewhat quickly re-attain her old, more experienced form again, but it takes several hours of meditation and focus outside of combat... plus she has to be willing to do this of course.
Terrible sense of time: A side effect of her powers that is worse for her aged self, she is rarely on time despite her own impeccable sense of the same.
Appearance: Mienra is a small, elderly woman with grey hair tied back in a bun. She wears simple, warm robes and relies heavily on a walking-stick to get from place to place. knotted over her back is a small cloak with a faded emblem, denoting her as a senior magician.
She usually has a friendly smile on her lips and stands slightly bend-over, addressing people with calm confidence.

Mienra was a medium sized young woman with long, dark hair and an enjoyment of dark, form fitting dresses. She enjoyed revealing just a little much with a tight one-piecer and high riding stockings, only a large, blue cloak with a mage-guild insignia glittering on it's back making her outfit anything but a strippers as she enjoyed having the fabric teasingly tight on her skin.
Her dark eyes and subtly teasing smirk on her lips as she stands tall were most certainly not a show to hide her own insecurities back then...

Personality: Mienra is a calm, kind, laid back ex-mage, now happy owner of the Clocks and More store where she works happily on the mundane task of repairing and building clocks with immaculate precision. She is quite ready to take up arms if the good people around her are threatened, but knowing the price of overusing her abilities, and even fearing she might cease to be herself alltogether some day, she is reluctant to take reckless action. She mirthfully teases the young-ones, even if those happen to be many hundred year old god-borns. She does have a calm, calculating strategical mind that calmly analyzes a situation and uses her powers in a measured response to the greatest effect. She is aware that her temporal abilities are better suited to a support than a combat role and acts accordingly. In sexual matters she is very clear she is far too old to have a proper enjoyment of such things, but likes to hint that she was a wild one in her past.

She was actually quite a lewd girl indeed. Happy to experiment, quite submissive, even to those she shouldn't be as a matter of fact, lustful and temptatious. She used to be a slightly rough around the edges and arrogant mage, not evil by any means, but quite happy to show off her powers, the supreme power for offense and defense, time itself. Even without having fully mastered it yet her magic gives her a powerful edge that allows her to recklessly strike all that dare threaten her world! Back then, when her abilities were just blossoming up she was convinced she was destined for greatness and that nothing could stop her. And such a powerful godling deserves all the fun she can have, for her hard work?

Background: Mienra would claim that the question 'When' she was born makes little sense to her, then with a chuckle remark that her mother, the high-priestess, found the pregnancy 'hella confusing' What seems to be a clear fact is that she was born at least a few hundred years ago, going by the insignia she wears.
She was raised as one of several potential Godborn children, two older daughters and her and while her mother said she loved each and every one of them, she made clear to express that she'd love those 'blessed by god' especially. Thus, growing up and showing little signs of being special beyond a unique sense of time.. and failure at being on time, had Mienra grow up estranged from her parent and with a desire to find a place for herself in her world that would take many years to improve. It didn't help that many other kids found her strange. It was her own fault, really, she could stare at a clock for hours on end, rather than play outside. Outside you could get wet and dirty and hurt, none of which she was a fan of.
Her impressive talents finally manifested themselfs in early adulthood, when a young man tried to grope her, only to find himself too slowed down to enjoy.. or dodge her slap.
Mienra tried to discover more of her abilities as she grew into a beautiful woman although, to her frustration, she could not control them, her talents being innately emotional rather than called upon by her will.
Worse, heading out to the mageguild to learn and become a great archmage, she quickly learned that these divinely granted talents didn't act like spells and would, by all her teachers account, take decades to master. Worse-worse, she actually had little talent for any magic that was not time-related, leaving her frustrated and with an innate need to prove herself.
She dabbled in fencing, dabbled in alchemy, then dabbled in drugs.. and in women and men, interested in the quite beautiful god-born.
As time passed, Mienra slowly learned that her mastery over time -could- be controlled, infact, she discovered an ability to revert time itself on selected targets and her ability to slow or speed up things advanced to a degree where she could freeze objects in time, or speed herself up so far that everything seemed frozen .. for a brief moment. Whenever she used this full extend of her abilities, she slipped back in time to a younger, more naive self and while she could more quickly recover what she had learned the next time around, she realized that only time and patience could help her master, well, time.
This frustrated her to no end, at first. Exspecially as she realized that, perhaps due to its very nature, studying time magic had her not immune to the effects of aging as other Godlings were.
She was either condemned to a live of mediocrity, sure, a powerful defender of the people, but one that could not truly stand up to the others, or she could become truly powerful, at the cost of her sex-life, her good looks, her over-indulgence in certain substances...
In due time, curiosity weighted heavier than lustfulness. Plus, by expanding all of her power she could simply revert herself, so what was the loss?
But, after about 35 years of focusing on time-magic, a strange thing happened. Her libidio decreased more and more, yes, but her intellect blossomed. She began realizing what a fool she had been, looking for power and glory, when a calm, peaceful life was that much more desierable.
And there she is now, a content shopowner, for whom the phrase 'oh to be young again' is more a foolish warning than wishful thinking.

IC kinks/preferences: A warm cup of tea // Wild fucks! Girls, boys, in between, tentacles, orgies, even some beasts. Will try it all at least once!
IC offs/dislikes: Loud neighbours // Bloody stuff, people being mean to her. (Non con is kinky but should be more than simple forced rape stuff!)

Random Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DTf_VYDqPuE
Random RP idea: Something like mind-control/Corruption/Slave training on the young  Mienra could change 'future Mienra' to some degree, even making her adopt a more.. pleasing form when not expending her abilities..

[Vergil1989]

The only thing here is that her mother had to be a high priestess at some point to even have a god born kid, which you make no clear mention of as everyone else has thus far.  Still, I like her.  ;D  It's rather hilarious truth be told, making her able to do all that lol.

[Roleplay Frog]

The only thing here is that her mother had to be a high priestess at some point to even have a god born kid, which you make no clear mention of as everyone else has thus far.  Still, I like her.  ;D  It's rather hilarious truth be told, making her able to do all that lol.

Powerful magic, at a price. So me and everyone else has not made mention of her being child of a high priest? I have no problem clarifying that of course. *chuckles*

[Vergil1989]

Everyone else have done so, you didn't though, but glad to hear you're willing to edit.  :D

[Roleplay Frog]

Eh, 's just a tiny edit, didn't figure this was a big thing.. and done, where do I move in? *chuckles*

[Vergil1989]

I think there's been a slight miscommunication between us, which is my own fault I admit.  Everyone else made mention of their high priestess mothers, that's true, but they included a bit about their childhood, what their relationship was with said high priestess, and if she'd been around long enough to raise their kids or if anything significant happened, things like that need to be written into her history.

Sorry for the wait, had an unexpected visitor and ended up having to sign a bunch of paperwork lol.

[Roleplay Frog]

Ok.. missed the point where childhood-education was asked for in the backstory, I'ma think about that, I guess.

[Vergil1989]

It just helps establish more of a history and personality for each of the god born is all.  Not so much education, just their life with their parents, which one is naturally the giant god squid thing living beneath the city, and if if said god born has a reason to not like things as they were or are now, whatever you feel's appropriate for your gal.

[Saric]

Is it bad that I already have plans for Kendra to seduce and 'corrupt' young Mienra to get her to have a more attractive 'older' form and add both to her harem? I mean Ultear is all kinds of sexy and the idea of fucking, and possibly breeding, her is extremely attractive... but I'm starting to wonder if Kendra isn't as large a threat to her 'sisters' as the monsters they fight! :P >:)

[Vergil1989]

Ultear?  And you're just a hound dog Saric, there's nothing wrong with that lol.

For anyone that's interested though, I am also trying to get people together for a Legend of Zelda group game with a very loose Game of Thrones idea behind it.  If you might be interested, check it out and see what ya think.  :D

[Saric]

Ultear?  And you're just a hound dog Saric, there's nothing wrong with that lol.

For anyone that's interested though, I am also trying to get people together for a Legend of Zelda group game with a very loose Game of Thrones idea behind it.  If you might be interested, check it out and see what ya think.  :D

The pics he's using are of a character named Ultear from an anime called Fairy Tail. :P

[Roleplay Frog]

It just helps establish more of a history and personality for each of the god born is all.  Not so much education, just their life with their parents, which one is naturally the giant god squid thing living beneath the city, and if if said god born has a reason to not like things as they were or are now, whatever you feel's appropriate for your gal.

Oh I wasn't critiquing, I'm just bad at making up every detail before the game actually starts, more of a 'on the fly' Kinda player. I need to feel a character, no good at dictating how they are proactively.
I saw the Zelda thing, kinda interesting, but not sure where it might go, and no real expert on the lore. *nodnod*

Is it bad that I already have plans for Kendra to seduce and 'corrupt' young Mienra to get her to have a more attractive 'older' form and add both to her harem? I mean Ultear is all kinds of sexy and the idea of fucking, and possibly breeding, her is extremely attractive... but I'm starting to wonder if Kendra isn't as large a threat to her 'sisters' as the monsters they fight! :P >:)

Extremly bad. Also kinky. Proves the writeup worked.

The pics he's using are of a character named Ultear from an anime called Fairy Tail. :P

Guilty as charged. TLDR, Ultear is a time-mage that first belongs to the villains, giving me many kinky 'young form' picture options, though a sexier old form can be found in due time, I'm sure, something like just a white-strand of hair or somesuch.. anyway.
The old form is her too, after, spoiler alert, basically waaaay overusing her time powers, I thought about using that basic concept, with an intent of inverting the premise. She can either be hot or powerful, not both at once. If someone where to change that, by the by, I'd propably look to add a different kind of restriction.

[Roleplay Frog]

Either way, @Vergil: Updated charsheet.

@Saric: This for example, *wink wink*

[Vergil1989]

So before her mother was a high priestess, she had two normal boys I take it?  Cause god born can only be women or futas as the intro post said if I recall.

Beyond that, she looks alright.  :D

[Roleplay Frog]

So before her mother was a high priestess, she had two normal boys I take it?  Cause god born can only be women or futas as the intro post said if I recall.

Beyond that, she looks alright.  :D

Oh. Right. Let's make them girls too *chuckles* Alright! So now, where do I put my clothes! *cough*

[Vergil1989]

Lol mating with the god thing gaurantees a god born, but it's alright if the high priestess had a life before she became the high priestess, so boys, girls, or whatever is cool Deva.  :D  But whatever works for you, and as for where your clothes went, I can't help ya there lol.

[Roleplay Frog]

Lol mating with the god thing gaurantees a god born, but it's alright if the high priestess had a life before she became the high priestess, so boys, girls, or whatever is cool Deva.  :D  But whatever works for you, and as for where your clothes went, I can't help ya there lol.

As in, has the posting started yet, is there an intro-thingie, etc?

[Vergil1989]

OH....right, lol.  Yes there is.  The first post has a few links to the threads you're asking for.  The OOC you already found, but yes there is a character thread and a couple of different places to play in.  Enjoy!

[Roleplay Frog]

OH....right, lol.  Yes there is.  The first post has a few links to the threads you're asking for.  The OOC you already found, but yes there is a character thread and a couple of different places to play in.  Enjoy!

Aah there's different game threads, that explains that, thanks *rolls off*

[Saric]

*snip*

@Saric: This for example, *wink wink*

*Starts preparing her room in the harem chambers* >:)

[Steir]

Interesting things will definitely be had when time manipulation is involved.

:3c

[Roleplay Frog]

*Starts preparing her room in the harem chambers* >:)

You have an entire harem? Well now not feeling all special anymore :p

Interesting things will definitely be had when time manipulation is involved.

For now Just kinda chilling in the OOC, waiting for either the energy or a helping hand for an introductory scene *chuckles*

[Saric]

You have an entire harem? Well now not feeling all special anymore :p

For now Just kinda chilling in the OOC, waiting for either the energy or a helping hand for an introductory scene *chuckles*

Kendra owns the largest and most famous Bar/Inn/Brothel/Spa in the city and has her voluntary, hereditary harem in the back. She's a nymphomaniac and the closest thing to a sex goddess in the world, giant tentacle monster god father not withstanding.

Basically she's fucked a measurable percentage of the city population, and has done so for hundreds of generations. By most standards harem membership might not be special compared to a one-on-one relationship, by Kendra's standards you are being offered membership in a select few amazing people, all of whom will want to welcome you passionately! :P >:)

As for an intro... you could have her just walk into the city and see who shows up, or you can have her spend her energy on something and, being young and horny, show up at Paradise, the famous brothel she's heard of that one of her step-sister's secretly owns (depending on how long she's lived she may or may not know Kendra owns it, it's less hidden knowledge and more just not spread around).

[Roleplay Frog]

Eh, just need to find my bearings. *nodnod* I guess an intro post on the city-thread sounds like a good idea.

Generations of harem eh. Only the finest selected! I was a bit teasing anyway.. That said, time mage! 'how long' is a tricky thing to answer!

[Saric]

Eh, just need to find my bearings. *nodnod* I guess an intro post on the city-thread sounds like a good idea.

Generations of harem eh. Only the finest selected! I was a bit teasing anyway.. That said, time mage! 'how long' is a tricky thing to answer!

Fine, how much of a stretch of recorded history has she been included in? Including birth certificates or the fantasy equivalent. :P

[Vergil1989]

Would you kindly move this conversation to the OOC?  Thanks.  ;D

[Tokyorose627]

This game looks fun; I’ve been looking for something fantasy-esque for a while now! I know that that High Preistess sport is taken and can’t just be given to anyone, but is there a possibility of making a character that is a Preistess in training? Like, in case the other dies or is incapacitated?

[Saric]

This game looks fun; I’ve been looking for something fantasy-esque for a while now! I know that that High Preistess sport is taken and can’t just be given to anyone, but is there a possibility of making a character that is a Preistess in training? Like, in case the other dies or is incapacitated?

Nobody actually took the High Priestess slot, it's an NPC on the verge of death right now and you become High Priestess by being chosen by the Guardian Deity as his new consort, so you could make any kind of character you want and, if Vergil thinks you'll work out, he can have the HP die and replace them with you. If not you can just be playing a non-Godborn character. :P

[Vergil1989]

Indeed.  :D  Saric, thanks for answering the question, and yes Tokyo, the HP slot is still TECHNICALLY open, but it's not a spot myself or Mannik will be handing out to just anyone.  I DO sincerely hope someone is able to live up to the job of course, but for now I control the NPC that is the current HP.  :D  Still, hope to see you soon my friend and good luck whatever you decide to do.

Also there's a two character limit currently, so feel free to do both an priestess in training as you suggested as well as another, just throwin' that out there.  :D

[Tokyorose627]

Indeed.  :D  Saric, thanks for answering the question, and yes Tokyo, the HP slot is still TECHNICALLY open, but it's not a spot myself or Mannik will be handing out to just anyone.  I DO sincerely hope someone is able to live up to the job of course, but for now I control the NPC that is the current HP.  :D  Still, hope to see you soon my friend and good luck whatever you decide to do.

Also there's a two character limit currently, so feel free to do both an priestess in training as you suggested as well as another, just throwin' that out there.  :D

Ah ok! Thanks for answering, I’ll get on working on a sheet tonight!