Name: Arindalise “Rindi” Meadows
Birthday: October 11th
Measures: 34”b, 24”, 30”
Skin: Fair and lightly dusted with freckles.
Hair: Long, fiery red with poofy bangs.
Eyes: Emerald Green
Strength 8 -1
Dexterity 14 +2
Constitution 12 +1
Intelligence 14 +2
Wisdom 18 +4
Charisma 14 +2
Rindi Meadows lost both of her parents to an orc raid in a nearby town before she was old enough to remember them properly—save for a lullaby and a set of strong hands. She was raised 'til the age of 13 by her great aunt Mathwin and great uncle Gillian. Her best friend was a raven haired girl from three farms over named Diana. Lover of stories and dancing, hopeless romantic, and irrepressible dreamer, the yos. ung redhead was gentle hearted, kind and helpful. Many believed she couldn't hurt a fly—and she was known on several occasions to try and nurse injured birds or foxes back to health. Despite her gentle spirit, she knew there were creatures out there that would orphan others as she had been orphaned, and by age six she was 'training' with swords daily.
Discovered at her practice by Gillian, the old bachelor tried to give the girl some proper instruction before she hurt herself, but it had been many years since Gillian's orc-slaying days. The grouchy old man could already tell that Rindi would never be big enough or strong enough to wield a man's weapon properly. As such—one Sunday after church—he took Rindi back with the ceremonial dancers and her watch them training with scimitars, the dervishes of the Dawflower.
At age 87, near the end of the harvest, Gillian was working the fields with Rindi and some hired boys, he winced, then gasped. The old man set down his phoe an d rose to his feet. He turned to Rindi, mouthed the words, “Good bye,” then keeled over in the fields. Rindi swore she would always remember him that way, as a man who worked for his family 'til the last moment, then faced death on his feet.
Mathwin passed the next winter. Rindi was still thirteen. After mourning for a time, she went to the Church of Saranrae and asked to formally take orders. She had other options—a rich hope chest and an offer of adoption from Diana's family, but her desire to do Saranrae's good work was sincere.
The life of a dervish of the dawn is well suited to Rindi. Through faith, she inspires hope. Through healing, she cares for her community. Through steel and flame, she stands ready to protect the innocent.
Though Rindi knows from growing up the ward of an old bachelor and an old maid, and from older priestesses teaching her how to responsibly be an unwed lover, Rindi has set aside the notion of chastity 'til marriage. Between her romantic nature and her youth, Rindi is still saving her purity for someone special.
Powerful in achievement and magical might but physically weak, Rindi dreams of a tall, strong warrior—domineering and nurturing to take command of her love—adn even her private life. She has occasional wicked fantasies of becoming—not just companion and nurturing lover to such a man—but obedient and loving concubine.
Little does Rindi know how likely it is that a warrior of the savage humanoid races she has trained to oppose will play on those submissive tendencies to claim her passion and even obedience as he sates his lusts in her body.
Writer's ons and offs: I enjoy just about anything so long as there's a bit of good writing to put me in the mood. I favor forced pleasure and emotional submission games over pain. Enjoying Rindi's body is fun. Forcing her to enjoy being enjoyed is even more fun. Tricking her into participation is even better. And of course, making her beg for release before she gets it!
I favor vaginal and oral sex over anal. Breast play is beautiful too. Oh, and no matter how much Rindi begs, make sure the seed goes inside of her. :)
Bizzare creatures are welcome to have their way with Rindi, but I prefer things intelligent enough to talk—or things that are truly alien—too animals.