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Author Topic: Circle of Shadows- Sandobx/Action, Mild Horror (LGBT friendly!)  (Read 11670 times)

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Offline wander

Re: Circle of Shadows- Sandobx/Action, Mild Horror (LGBT friendly!)
« Reply #100 on: October 22, 2014, 05:25:12 PM »
And finally done! @_@

Phew, onto other things I need to do now and waiting for the feedback for what I have here :)

Offline RoenTopic starter

Re: Circle of Shadows- Sandobx/Action, Mild Horror (LGBT friendly!)
« Reply #101 on: October 23, 2014, 12:20:29 AM »
Don't worry you're still not in last place in the sheet race.  :P
Hehe, I'd like to think of it as more of a marathon, really :P

Offline Brooke Sato

Re: Circle of Shadows- Sandobx/Action, Mild Horror (LGBT friendly!)
« Reply #102 on: October 23, 2014, 01:24:36 AM »
Sooooo I started this sheet yesterday before the need to study for a midterm called me away for a night, and I see that in my absence someone else submitted a gender-swapping character. I hope this isn't seen as pointless cribbing - I don't think our characters are very similar, and they should serve different roles: the other character seems to enjoy identity/gender swapping as a past time (if my quick scan was correct?). My character, on the other hand, was designed to be a supernatural/paranormal reflection of a Transwoman's life experience: coming out as a woman, going full time, learning how to be a woman while making the painful sacrifices that life demands of you for getting what you want. I think the two characters can exist very comfortably alongside one another, without stepping on each other's toes, but I will of course bow to the GMs.



    Public Name:  Gabriella Valentina Romano
    Secret Name: Timothy Randolph
    Age: Appears 22. Actual: 28
    Sex: Appears: Female. Actual: Classified.
    Race: Supernatural Humanoid
    Type: Appears: Unknown, potentially vampire, or lycanthrope.
    Actual: Werewoman: Mythos Background within:
    Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide
    Werewomen: A bloodline of supernatural humanoids descended from some ancient encounter between a powerful mortal king in some part of Eastern Europe (Greece, or the Aegean in general) and the beautiful, but vengeful, succubus he first took for a lover and then cast aside. One night under a full moon, she crept into his palace, stole into his bedroom, and mixed their blood, then cast a curse upon him that he should know her Hunger, and that as it grew his physical form should mold itself to appeal to the men under his command. All the next day the King felt insatiably aroused, and distrubing attracted to the men under his command. As the night neared, and the full moon rose again, his will crumbled and he gave into his desire, transforming against his will into a beautiful buxom young woman whose seductions none could resist. She slept with many men that night, feeding on their lust and sexual energy (a pleasurable experience for the men), before returning to her male form with the sunrise. The next day, however, the king transformed against his will again, and this time when the Hunger manifested itself it over powered her, and she drained her current lover of too much of his vitality, leaving him an enfeebled, emasculated husk without any wish but to serve her - still alive, but no more than a shell of his former self. The King's men, believing that a demon has possessed him, sent a squad of soldiers who were known to prefer men (as opposed to women, and thus more resistant to the king's seductions) in to slay the king, but his/her supernatural strength and speed surprised them, and she escaped into the night. On the run, she/he continued the cycle of transforming, feeding, and reverting, more often, and for longer. Though the full moon compelled the former King to transform any time it was in the sky, during the rest of the month he could retain his male form until the Hunger overtook him, which it regularly did every 48-72 hours or so. Once transformed, regular sexual activity fed the female form, strengthening it and allowing it to remain female longer. At any time after a sexual encounter, up to the moment when the stolen sexual energy she was feeding on was exhausted, the king could remain in her female form if she wished, or revert back to his male form. Additionally, as long as the king had stored up any reserves of stolen sexual energy, he could force himself to transform into his female self whenever he wished, such as when he sought lodging for the night.

    Eventually the king found a balance in his new life, and after a period of depression and isolation, even came to enjoy his new double life. Through his curse his male and female selves had gained perpetual youth. Occasionally, however, the Hunger overpowered him, and not a few of the Aegean's most virile young men were left broken, enfeebled and emasculated shells of their former selves ion his wake. He tried to cope with the Hunger, control it, contain it, but every so often he just lost control, and eventually, as his immortality and perpetual youthfulness and the endless string of lovers, sexual encounters, and escapes took their toll, he/she became inured to the suffering he sometimes left behind him.

    One night, years after his curse began, the woman who had been the king bit one of her endless string of sexual partners in the middle of the night, accidentally drawing blood, and in retaliation her 'lover' - - who turned out to be an abusive bastard --- smacked her across the face hard enough to draw blood. In retaliation, she beat the man nearly to death with her enhanced abilities, but then left him there when the noise roused guards. The next week however, she was surprised when a beautiful young blonde woman ran up to her, as she fished for a lover at the local tavern, accusing her of making her become a woman and fuck men against her will. The former king then realized that she had inadvertently passed her 'curse' on by mixing her blood with her former lover's, and explained to the new Werewoman what the realities of her new life were.

    Many, many years later, after a couple more accidental blood-mixings (and one or two on purpose ones) had created a few more accidental Werewomen, the former King finally found a lover who did more than arouse her - he made her feel things in her heart. Staying in his village, she tried to adopt a normal, female lifestyle, remaining transformed as often as she could and for as long as she could, feeding on the sexual energy of her lover and eventual husband, and sneaking away when she had to revert back to her male form for a while or when her Hunger began to threaten to overwhelm her. Over time, however, the village began to whisper about the strange ailment that - every so often - took one of their strongest, most virile young men and left them an emasculated, enfeebled husk who was barely more than shell of their former self, and suspicion naturally began to fall on the newest arrivals to the village, including the former king. Meanwhile, her own relationship with her new husband had begun to fray, for after several years of marriage he had begun to notice that A) she did not age, B) she did not bleed as women did, and C) that no matter how often they tried, they could never manage to have a child. Eventually, when one of her lovers escaped the Hunger with a few more of his memories than most usually did, the village turned on the former king's female self out of suspicion and fear, and fleeing to her husband she hastily explained all, only to be rejected and shoved back out into the waiting arms of the mob, who (as she cried, her heart broken as her husband cursed their love their marriage) thrust their swords and spears and daggers into her, overwhelming her natural ability to regenerate, and killed her.

    Thus was the curse finally fulfilled.


    Origin: I have no idea. Two decades of various fiction, some mythology, some rpg books, some online fiction?
    Notable Abilities/Skills:
    • Supernatural Seductress: a Normal Human who is interested in ladies (male or female) is unlikely to be able to resist her charms. There may be something mystical in her pheromones, something bewitching in her eyes, something captivating in her voice.
    • Human-Plus Physical Capabilities: Strength, Speed, Dexterity, Durability, Regenerative Capability. Think Captain America level, but not Buffy. (Yes, Buffy is stronger than Captain America!)
    Notable Weaknesses: (Sorry, Adding a Section Here Because It Seems Relevant)
    • Sunlight: Though her transformations are not explicitly tied to the moon, a Werewoman's curse is influenced by the lunar cycle and impaired during the solar day: during the day, a Werewoman's enhanced physical strength, speed, etc. is reduced, and her ability to maintain her female form is less secure, unless she has stored up a great deal of sexual energy.
    • The Hunger: All Werewomen are subject to the Hunger, the need to become female, seduce a man, and (to put it undelicately) fuck him, thus absorbing a portion of his sexual energy in order to feed and power herself. If a Werewoman does this often, the Hunger is mostly appeased, but occasionally it can force a male-form Werewoman to transform even in public, in broad day light, and if not controlled can overpower a Werewoman, causing them to drain all of a mortal lover's sexual energy and vitality, leaving them emasculated, enfeebled husks with barely any shred of their former personalities or memories left to them. They can continue to function, live, find new work, etc, but their old lives are gone forever.
      If the Hunger goes unsated for a long time, the female form of the character will become increasingly erratic, consumed by uncontrollable lusts, and will eventually begin to age at an accelerated rate, until it appears to 'die' of 'old age.' This process can be reversed as long as she is not deceased, however.
    Notable Equipment:
    • My character has a glut of books on history, mythology, ancient legends, magic, and the occult.
    • My character has acquired a sword, out of the vague notion she could protect herself with it (and because she's a nerd and swords are cool) but she has no idea how to use it.
    Role: One of 4: (or some combination)
    • Researcher: My character has spent her life studying ancient myths, legends, and history, learning about many of the monsters and paranormal things we may encounter. She's like a younger, sexier, more feminine, female Giles.
    • Fledgling Witch: My character could take this obsession with ancient myths, legends, history, and magic, and use it to start teaching herself some ritualistic magic - binding spells, protective spells, locator spells, etc. (nothing flashy like Harry Potter)
    • Eye-Candy and Public Relations: My character is naturally easy on the eyes and highly seductive. That can be very useful for getting in and out of places other people don't want us to get in or out of.
    • The Muscle: Or there's hitting stuff.

    Recruitment Status: Preferably Recruited. (See Bio)
    Employment History: PhD graduate in ancient history and mythology from a prestigious university, some work for archives. But she came seeking you.
    Appearance: Nothing special here.
    Sexuality: Attracted Primarily to Males (as she needs their sexual energy to survive), but bisexual, at least.
    On/Off: Don't really have an On/Off List (Also, I thought this was a non-smutty rp? I'm up for smut (love it, actually), but I'm confused. As far as Offs Go: No Scat, Abuse, Torture, Non-Con, Bestiality, or Hard-Core D/s. Ons: Lingerie, Seduction, Flirtation, Romance, Vanilla Lovemaking, Fun Foods (Whipped Creme and Chocolate Syrup anyone? A Lap full of Chocolate-covered Strawberries?) Light bondage (silk scarves, fuzzy hand-cuffs), light trust games (blindfolds), light pain-for-pleasure games (ice cubes, hot wax, biting...
    Personality: Playful, Friendly, Warm. Sometimes Uncertain about her gender presentation and expression (am I coming off as too-feminine, am I too butch?), sometimes doubts her own judgement, but with a hidden Assertiveness that expresses itself when pushed.
    Background:
    I didn't really write a Background so much as a long, story-form introduction post. Enter all ye who dare? Be warned, however, of the NSFW, 18+ Only fare.
    Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide
    All her life, she'd wanted this: to be a beautiful, sexy young woman, the kind of woman who made traffic stop, the kind of woman that men drooled over. To have lovers who pursued her for her beauty and her femininity, to have female friends who accepted her as one of their own. It had been her fantasy, her dearest wish, the prayer she uttered when she went to sleep at night, the dark bargain she was willing to sell her soul to Satan for.

    She wound up doing the latter.

    Growing up as a girl trapped in the body of a boy, she'd cross-dressed, she'd read about transsexuals, she'd even considered transitioning, but her parents and her siblings had made it completely clear to her through repeated beatings and threats to kick her out of the family that transitioning was something she would have to do without their 'love and support,' and she was scared to do it alone, so she kept putting it off. Her life's work had been in the study of myths and legends and ancient histories, however, and had originally been partially motivated (in her early, awkward male teen years) out of a hope that she could find some mystical cure to her problem, some magic, or spell, or artifact, or whatever that could magically - poof! - make her female, but to no avail. Now that she was older, an adult, 'he' no longer believed in those things, but when he stumbled across the legend of the Werewoman in the pages of an old book and then found - to his surprise and excitement - that there were secret internet forums devoted to 'proving' the existence of Werewomen, he began to immerse himself in the search.

    Months went by, grants ran out, rent fell behind, and friends stopped calling, but eventually, 'Timothy' came upon the trail of a Werewoman who secretly (in a dark corner of the internet) offered her (very expensive!) services as an escort to men with a fetish for gender transformation. Collecting all the money he had left, Timothy arranged for a rendezvous with the Werewoman, but when he arrived at the hotel suite she had booked, he surprised her when, rather than going ahead with the sexual encounter she had expected, Timothy begged her to make him a Werewoman like herself.

    She tried to turn him down, but he insisted. He begged, he cried, he pleaded. He told her his whole life story, all his secret desires, the fear holding him back, and she countered by trying to explain the perils of life as a Werewoman to him: the insatiability of the Hunger, the inability to ever come out to a mortal man for fear of his rejection, and, even worse, the other, truly dark things that went bump in the night, in the world in which she resided.

    Some of those truly dark things revealed themselves a few moments later, when the door to the hotel room burst open and a squad of monstrous looking humanoid forms - ghouls, Timothy would realize later - charged into the room and tried to seize ahold of the Werewoman, growling some barely comprehensible gibberish about a 'Master' and his 'hunger.' Timothy would later discover, to her trepidation, that Werewoman blood was considered something of an aphrodisiac to a host of monstrous creatures, and that Werewomen in general - since they could be held as slaves to their lust and Hunger - could be made into the perfect harem for an immortal with a taste for beautiful women who would never age so long as they occasionally got screwed.

    The Werewoman fought back of course, and Timothy, not knowing what else to do, helped, but the number of Ghouls was overwhelming - dozens. Realizing that her resistance was hopeless, the Werewoman suddenly turned on Timothy, slashing his arm open with the sword she had pulled out from under the bed and then pressing his bleeding arm to one of her open wounds. The last words that the surprised Timothy heard as a ghoul came up behind him and thwacked him over the head with a mallet was "Come find me, please!"

    When Timothy next awoke he was in a hospital bed, and he was very horny. Surrounded by police officers who wanted to know what had happened there and doctors who wanted to know how he had recovered so quickly from what they had thought was irreversible damage to his skull and brain,Timothy thought fast and coughed up some placating answers to the questions he was being asked, all the while noticing how aroused he was by some of the more attractive male policemen and young doctors crowded around him. Having never experienced an attraction to men before (outside of his fantasies) Timothy began to get excited, wondering if perhaps the mixing of his blood with the Werewoman's the night before might actually have done what he'd heard it could. Could he already be a Werewoman himself, waiting for his first transformation?

    There was no full moon that night, or the next, so to his very great disappointment Timothy had to wait over 48 hours to find out that his hopes were true, and by then he had all but given up on them. The arousal he was feeling never seemed to go away, however, and only got more and more demanding over time. For the first day after his release from the hospital Timothy found himself being turned on by the most confusing things - a TV host, a man in the coffee shop by his apartment, a man walking his dog on the way back to his apartment, one of the male leads of Gotham, his favorite current TV show. The next day was even worse: walking across the street with the last box of his possessions and loading up a moving van (after being kicked out his apartment for being three months behind on his rent) Timothy found himself being turned on by any half-decent looking guy who happened to walk by him on the street. Finally, late that evening after the sun had already set, when one strapping young man (in his late 20s, by the look of him) kindly offered to help him finish packing up the van after he'd had some difficulty getting his mattress in by himself (none of his friends, who hadn't heard from him in six months until today, had bothered to show up and help him move, knowing he'd only ask to crash at their place), Timothy suddenly found himself on his knees, moaning, watching his body shift and change (his body shrinking, breasts rising from his chest, his hair lengthening, his body sprouting curves..) as he swiftly and suddenly became one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. Seducing the young man who had offered to help him move with her new abilities, the new girl convinced him to let her stay with him for a while, until she got a place to stay, and they went off together, enjoying a long night of sex as the new girl discovered the joys of her new body and her young lover got to enjoy her enjoying herself.

    For the next few days, Timothy - who had renamed herself Gabrielle after getting a good look at herself in her lover's mirror - had lived in a magical fantasy get away, enjoying her newfound beauty, femininity, and sexuality to the hilt. She and her new lover - Ramon - went out shopping the next day to buy her a new wardrobe (with HIS money), and then after a romantic dinner had wound back in bed together again. The next day, dancing at the local club was followed by yet more sex. As she was getting sex regularly, she was able to maintain her female form most of the time - although at one point, feeling an uncomfortable tightness in her limbs, a looseness in her bra, and hearing her voice drop an octave in mid-conversation, she had all but jumped on Ramon to suck his cock and get some more of the sexual energy that her pre-change research had suggested was key to maintaining her female form - for over three days. But as time went on, the last words of the Werewoman who had - perforce, of course, and not by choice, but still - given Timothy - Gabrielle - what she had always wanted came back to haunt her.

    "Come find me, please!"
    But how?

    Going back online with Ramon's computer, Gabrielle had begun searching some of the links that had led her to Anastasia (the Werewoman who had passed her 'curse' on to her) and had widened her search, beginning to look for other paranormal or supernatural aspects to the underground world in which Anastasia (and the ghouls who had seized her) had lived. Her search was mostly fruitless. There were rumors, of course, about vampires, werewolves, demons, ghouls, slender men, and more, but no hard facts. Anastasia had only come forward because she needed money, Gabrielle now realized, and that exposure had gotten her seized. The rest of the supernatural world was much less likely to expose itself on the internet, for anyone to stumble across.

    And yet, there was this one thing that she kept coming across. Rumors of an organization, something in between a secret order and a private investigative company, which seemed to market itself as a possible answer to that which went bump in the night. The first time that Gabrielle stumbled across it, she'd blown it off, chalking it up there with wanna-be Ghostbusters and Paranormal Detectives, but it kept coming back up in her search results - shadow blogs referred to it, urban myth websites mentioned it in passing, and even a few message boards made note that someone the poster knew had encountered the organization, and been helped by them.

    Intrigued, Gabrielle had jotted down everything she could find about where the organization was located, and how to contact them, but all of her attempts to do so led to dead-ends and vanished trails. Giving up, feeling the ever-persistent itch inside of her beginning to make its presence known again, she had called Ramon home from the garage where he worked, fixed him a nice dinner of pasta and meatballs (fancying herself quite the successful feminine homemaker in the process - she had been toying with fantasies about maintaining her relationship with Ramon indefinitely - and then got him into bed to fuck her again.

    Except that this time it all went horribly wrong. In the middle of her orgasm, as all the pleasure came crashing down on her, Gabrielle suddenly felt something rise up inside of her, an unnatural need, a crazed HUNGER, and sitting halfway up in bed she seized ahold of Ramon in grip that he couldn't shake and held his slowly emptying cock inside of her as he emptied himself. And then she demanded more from him. Somehow, she didn't really know how, she TOOK more from him than he could normally give her. Somehow, he just kept giving her something ... something more. There was more cum than usual, but it was really about something ... other than physical, something that made her head loll back around her shoulders, made her scream and cry out in ecstasy that was NOT sexual, but something altogether different, more dangerous, and more monstrous, and she'd kept taking more, and more, and MORE from her lover until, suddenly, there was no more to be had.

    Coming out of the red haze that had consumed her, the Hunger that she could not control, Gabrielle had shrieked and cried out at the shrunken, emaciated form of the emasculated, enfeebled, almost skeletal man who lay between her legs. His eyes were wide and empty, and his mouth hung open like a dog's. He just stared at her with a rapt, reverent expression that had nothing of Ramon's usual wit or sarcastic flirtation, and croaked at her, calling her "Mistress," for the first time.

    Shrieking, Gabrielle had kicked the shrunken thing that had been Ramon out of her bed and fled into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. Sitting on the floor of the bathroom, she sobbed and rocked herself back and forth as she heard the Ramon-thing stumble down the hallway after her, calling her 'Mistress' over and over in his croaking voice and weeping when she wouldn't open the door to him. Suddenly, Gabrielle wasn't excited about her new form anymore. Suddenly she was horrified, repulsed by horrible thing she had done to Ramon, the horrible things she had been doing to him since she met him (manipulating him into fucking her, taking her home, letting her live with him, and buying her clothes...) and the monstrous Hunger inside of her that was STILL not fully sated.

    She'd stayed in the bathroom all night after that, until the Ramon-thing, increasingly crazed and distraught by her refusal to let him see her, went into the kitchen and plunged a knife into his chest. Then she'd fled, taking all of her belongings and as much of Ramon's cash as she could squeeze out of his ATM and disappearing into the night. With the money she'd stolen from her dead lover, she'd gotten herself a hotel room and cried herself to sleep early in the morning.

    When finally came out of her horrified stupor, two days later, Gabrielle discovered that she had shifted back into Timothy's body while she slept, and although she missed her beauty, her femininity, her curves, and just being a woman, she felt strangely relieved, relieved not to be the monstrous thing that had stolen a man's life force and turned him into a sick, pathetic shadow of his former self, something so enslaved to her that he killed himself out of despair over not being able to see her. In that moment, staring back in the mirror at the face of the man she had been for 28 years (until this week) Gabrielle-as-Timothy had tearfully vowed that he would never become Gabrielle again, that he would never let what had happened to Ramon happen to anyone else, ever again, even if it meant that he would never ever be a woman - be herself - again.

    That resolve only lasted 72 hours.

    For the first 24, Gabrielle - as Timothy - had been pretty okay. Although the urge was there, Timothy had been able to focus on trying to find a new place to live, a new job. He'd even gone walking around the neighborhood, looking for 'For Rent' signs. With the money Gabrielle had stolen from Ramon, Timothy knew he'd be able to pay a deposit if he was only able to find a job first, so he looked for work - first at the local libraries (public and private), and then stopping at any 'Help Wanted' sign he could find. All day long, he prided himself on his ability to see an attractive man, note his attractiveness, and then shift his attention away. The next day, however, was harder. During his interview at the local Arby's, where he had applied (on the basis of his PhD) for an open Shift Manager job, Timothy had encountered some difficulty taking his mind off of the male interviewer's handsome, chiseled jaw, and he had needed to shift in his seat a few times to keep his growing arousal from becoming uncomfortable. Later that night, when touring an apartment that was for rent not far from the Arby's, he had encountered similar difficulties with the attractive young male leasing agent. But the third day was the real kicker. Just as before, on the day when he had moved out of his last apartment, Timothy had found himself oogling men who were just walking up and down the street beside him, and he was aroused all day. He also thought that at times he could almost feel Gabrielle's body pushing at the surfaces of his skin, tempting him by how real she was, how real she could be, if he would only give in to the Hunger, let it take a hold of him...

    The manager at Arby's had been Gabrielle's second lover. Half-way through their second interview, while 'Jim' was showing Timothy around the store, the two men had gone into the back office, and Timothy, feeling the lust and the need rising inside of him, making him shiver all over, against his better judgement, had shut the door to the tiny office behind him as he'd entered. Just when Jim started to ask what he was doing, Timothy suddenly moaned, shifting quickly back into Gabrielle. Although Jim had initially started to freak out, by the time he'd gotten his hands on the door, Timothy-as-Gabrielle had gotten her eyes back, and her voice, and she had quickly seduced Jim into backing away from the door, pulling his trousers down, and screwing her in the office chair. In the middle of her orgasm, Gabrielle had once again felt the Hunger beginning to rise, but this time she clamped down on it, squeezing her eyes shut and concentrating on just riding out her orgasm, and hopped off of Jim as soon as she felt the Hunger beginning to abate. When she opened her eyes again she was relieved to see that Jim was still, well, Jim, but she was disconcerted to feel the Hunger snaking its way through her insides, whispering to her that it wasn't quite sated yet, that it would very much like to taste whatever else Jim had to offer.

    It had taken an extreme act of well and self-control, but about three minutes later Gabrielle had gathered up what was left of Timothy's clothes (after Jim had all but ripped it off of her), sashayed her way out of Jim's office, and never returned.

    Realizing now that she could not avoid giving in to her Hunger, that she could not live without being Gabrielle, without fucking men and taking enough of their sexual energy to slake the Hunger for at least a little while, Gabrielle resolved to master the Hunger so that she would never again be the monster that she had been that night with Ramon a week ago. She would avoid transforming for as long as possible, and have only so much sex as she needed to avoid losing control. For the next few weeks, Gabrielle experimented with her new life as a Werewoman. She discovered that after one act of sex she could maintain her female form (which she was still delighted to finally possess, despite the horrifying price that her lovers had to pay if she lost control of it) for about 30 hours afterwards, and as often as not woke up male sometime around 6am two days later. The next morning would be spent desperately trying to stave off the need to transform again, but running on only one act of sex from two days ago sometime in the early evening she would manage to get herself alone with a good looking man, transform into her female form, screw him, ask him for whatever money he had on him (which he would always give), and then move on.

    In this way she managed to support herself through five, painful weeks. Living an existence which horrifyingly alternated between being a man (for no more than twelve hours at a time every two days) with no life of his own, enslaved to the monstrous goddess that he had wanted to be his entire life and still adored, as much as he feared and was horrified by her, and being a heartrendingly beautiful woman who existed only to have sex with a random man, once, fleece him for his cash, and then whole up inside her ever-more-claustrophobic hotel room for the next day and a half after that, not daring to risk spending any time outside, for fear that she might give in to her desires, flirt with a hot guy, and take him home only to steal his life force and leave him a ruined shell of a man. It wasn't life. Or living. It was miserable, unendurable, endless existing.

    Even being a woman for two-thirds of the time eventually stopped buoying Gabrielle's spirits, because she wasn't really allowed to LIVE as a woman. She only became one to get fucked, and then hid in a hotel room the rest of the time. She wasn't living as a woman, the way she had always dreamed, she was HIDING, just as much as she had when she was a girl inside a boy's body, just with a different cage this time. She was also, depressingly, becoming aware of just how unfeminine and unwomanly she was, as a woman. Her first attempts to brush her long, beautiful hair were a disaster, and she blessed the magic that gave her perfect hair every time she transformed. Her dozen attempts at applying makeup were abortive failures - CLOWNS looked less Clownish - and she realized (watching a LOT of TV over those five weeks) that she didn't even have the basic fashion sense of a tomboy, let alone a classy femme. When it came right down to it, she realized, one night, crying into a tub of ice cream as she contemplated this being her life for the rest of her existence, she had no idea how to actually BE a woman. She'd just had a crazy fantasy, let it get out of hand, and had sold her soul to the devil for its fulfillment. She was also failing to follow through on trying to find help for Anastasia, a fact which haunted her every waking moment. But how could she get help for Anastasia, when she couldn't even control her own Hunger?

    This existence likely would have gone on forever, had not it ultimately failed to prevent her from becoming the monster she was so desperately trying to deny she was. One night, five weeks into her new, wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am routine, Gabrielle had found herself unable to let go of Juan, the night watchman at the AMC whom she had seduced into an empty theatre after Timothy had transformed in front of him on his way out of a movie. Straddling his hips after her first orgasm, Gabrielle had looked down at Juan and knew she had to go, and actually tried to go, but found that she couldn't make herself get up. The Hunger inside of her had coiled itself around her heart, her limbs, and was holding her down, holding her in place. Looking down at Juan's cute, barely stubbled 20-year-old college boy's cheeks, Gabrielle had felt a sense of horror grow inside of her mind as she felt her body, against her will, clamp down around Jaun, pulling out of him the same vitality and sexual energy that she had ripped from Ramon all those weeks ago. She just couldn't stop herself.

    "No," she cried out, trying to push herself off of Juan as she saw him beginning to waste away. "No, get away from me. Get away from me before its too late!" She swatted at him with her hands, but couldn't make her pull herself away from him. Suddenly she realized that all of her attempts to keep the Hunger at bay by giving it just enough to keep it from taking over her had failed spectacularly. She hadn't been learning to control the Hunger - she'd merely been postponing the day when it would overpower her again. Groaning as she felt Jaun's vitality flow into her, filling her, empowering her with its delicious richness, she cried out again. "Juan run!!!"

    But it was too late. The light was already leaving Juan's eyes, replaced by an empty, adoring devotion that was all consuming. A moment later, Juan was gone, replaced by a shrunken, emasculated, enfeebled creature who only barely resembled his former self. As soon as she had control over her body again, she pushed herself away from him and scrambled back into her clothes, eyes wide with horror as the thing that had been Juan began to observe its new form, curiosity turning to slowly building horror as it turned back towards her and croaked "Mistress... Mistress... why...?"

    "OH god!" Gabrielle cried, retching all over the floor before she turned and fled. She never looked back, but as she reached the top of the theatre, she heard Jaun crying out after her, and she knew that she had effectively destroyed another human being's life.

    That night, back in her hotel room, after hours of crying on the bathroom floor and rocking herself back and forth, Gabrielle suddenly looked up through tear-stained eyes at the full-length mirror and saw herself for what she was. She wasn't just a girl, trying to keep the monster inside of herself from getting out. She WAS a monster. She was a Werewoman. And if she was ever going to have any kind of life as a woman, as this woman, she needed to come to grips with that, come to grips with the hunger inside of her, learn to deal with it, learn to control it, learn to master it - not by hiding from it, running from it - but by conquering it head on.

    She made a decision then. She would stop living this half life. She would stop clinging to who she had been - a mortal, a human, a girl trapped in a boy's body - and embrace who she had become: a woman, a Werewoman. A monster. She knew that if she had at least a little sex every night she could more or less indefinitely maintain her female form, and in that moment, she chose to make that her goal. To be a woman, to learn how to be a woman, and to live life as one. And by live life, she swore to herself, she meant that she would find happiness again. She would find affection, she would find friends, she would find a purpose and a reason for her life, she would find new hobbies, she would make new families, and she would have love.

    And step one, she decided, was finding this mysterious 'Circle of Shadows,' and asking them to help her find Anastasia.

    Pulling herself back up off of the floor, Gabrielle stumbled out of the bathroom, dropped onto her hotel bed, pulled her laptop onto her lap, and resumed her search. 


    Merits:
    • Living the Dream: All of her life, Gabrielle has wanted to be a woman, and now she is. Living as a woman, interacting with others as a woman, falling in love as a woman, making friends as a woman, discovering new hobbies, interests, purposes, and life goals as a woman make her exceedingly happy and fulfilled, and so long as those things are going pretty well, she's pretty upbeat and 'can-do.'
    • A New Purpose in Life: Becoming a monster and becoming aware of this world of monsters all around her has given Gabrielle a new sense of purpose, now that her original life ambition (Become a woman. Check) has been more or less fulfilled. Now she wants to help protect other people from monsters - like herself. Anastasia, the Werewoman who passed the curse to her, is her initial goal, but that could have happened off-screen (during her recruitment, or as a condition of the same?) or be a long-term goal that she'll have to slowly work towards (with a name like 'Master' Anastasia's captor could be anyone, really.) Her new sense of purpose fills her with vindication and confidence.
    Shortcomings:
    • There's a Monster in Me: Coming to grips with the Monster she has become is a huge challenge for her. Given that she needs to keep having sex, not only to remain female most of the time but also to learn how to control her Hunger consuming some poor random dude who gets between her thighs, it's something she's going to keep struggling with and dealing with. She'll probably fail, and eat a few more men's lifeforces before she learns to either - A, not take it, or B, give it back. She may NEVER learn total control, and may wind up having to sleep with other supernaturals in order to keep from randomly draining her lover.
    • Being She: Although Gabrielle has wanted to be a woman all her life, she has no idea what all that really entails. Though she's either fortunate or cursed in that she will never have periods or experience pregnancy (due to her unstable condition), she doesn't really know how to function as a woman in society. How do women act? Live? Eat? Walk? Do their hair? Do their makeup? Make friends? Find hobbies? Pursue passions? Fall in love? Trying to figure out the answers to those questions will be very challenging for her, and will probably require a bevy of outside help...
    Hobbies:
    Timothy used to read a lot. Gabrielle isn't really sure what she wants to do with her free time yet...
    Face Claim: Catalina Otalvaro. And just because I found 4 pics and could only fit 2 up there, here's some face-shots!
    Gabrielle. Gabrielle.
    How did YOU Find Us? The big cool looking forum banner.
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    Offline Brooke Sato

    Re: Circle of Shadows- Sandobx/Action, Mild Horror (LGBT friendly!)
    « Reply #103 on: October 23, 2014, 01:21:28 PM »
    (Did I kill the thread? :( )

    Offline wander

    Re: Circle of Shadows- Sandobx/Action, Mild Horror (LGBT friendly!)
    « Reply #104 on: October 23, 2014, 01:25:03 PM »
    No, I don't think so :)

    Well, y'know I heart your character very much... I think the GMs are busy looking things over and I know I'm pretty spent after putting my character together... I think we're all just quietly being patient for decisions and chats about them to come through now :)

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    Re: Circle of Shadows- Sandobx/Action, Mild Horror (LGBT friendly!)
    « Reply #105 on: October 23, 2014, 01:27:48 PM »
    I can't think of a background for Thera... O_O

    Mothmen are not very exciting in their day to day life apparently...

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    Re: Circle of Shadows- Sandobx/Action, Mild Horror (LGBT friendly!)
    « Reply #106 on: October 23, 2014, 01:52:45 PM »
    I'm trying to come up with a satisfactory background for mine. I did not anticipate that it would be the hardest part.

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    Re: Circle of Shadows- Sandobx/Action, Mild Horror (LGBT friendly!)
    « Reply #107 on: October 23, 2014, 01:55:14 PM »
    I can't think of a background for Thera... O_O

    Mothmen are not very exciting in their day to day life apparently...

    She doesn't have to be exciting. I'd imagine a good portion of her time is spent avoiding notice and that doesn't often make for wild adventures. :)

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    « Reply #108 on: October 23, 2014, 01:59:36 PM »
    I'm trying to come up with a satisfactory background for mine. I did not anticipate that it would be the hardest part.

    I know, right?  ::)

    She doesn't have to be exciting. I'd imagine a good portion of her time is spent avoiding notice and that doesn't often make for wild adventures. :)

    True!  ;D

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    Re: Circle of Shadows- Sandobx/Action, Mild Horror (LGBT friendly!)
    « Reply #109 on: October 23, 2014, 02:07:43 PM »
    I'm here, just being patient and quiet while I work on NaNo stuff with the bestie. :)

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    Re: Circle of Shadows- Sandobx/Action, Mild Horror (LGBT friendly!)
    « Reply #110 on: October 23, 2014, 04:23:22 PM »
    I think the GMs are busy looking things over and I know I'm pretty spent after putting my character together... I think we're all just quietly being patient for decisions and chats about them to come through now :)

    Yes, we are. It's a bit slower during the week for me, since between my work and my gym I'm away from home about 14 hours a day :P

    Don't worry, the weekend is coming, and you will start getting all sorts of pesky PMs from us, making ungodly suggestions about your character sheets.  ;D

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    Re: Circle of Shadows- Sandobx/Action, Mild Horror (LGBT friendly!)
    « Reply #111 on: October 24, 2014, 09:03:17 AM »
    *wraps in a blanket and settles in to the corner with a cup of coffee to wait*

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    Re: Circle of Shadows- Sandobx/Action, Mild Horror (LGBT friendly!)
    « Reply #112 on: October 24, 2014, 09:28:34 AM »
    ~leaves a plate of cookies and disappears while Roen and I talk~

    Offline wander

    Re: Circle of Shadows- Sandobx/Action, Mild Horror (LGBT friendly!)
    « Reply #113 on: October 24, 2014, 09:48:48 AM »
    *Munches on cookies as he waits* :)

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    Re: Circle of Shadows- Sandobx/Action, Mild Horror (LGBT friendly!)
    « Reply #114 on: October 24, 2014, 01:02:25 PM »
    Texas runs into the room and looks around. Goes to Porcelain and gives her a kiss then steals her coffee. Runs to Wander, grabs two cookies and runs back out of the room.

    Trips and spills hot coffee all over and drops the cookies. Crawls out of the room.

    Comes back in with a clean T-shirt, a fresh coffee for Porcelain and a mop.

    Offline RoenTopic starter

    Re: Circle of Shadows- Sandobx/Action, Mild Horror (LGBT friendly!)
    « Reply #115 on: October 24, 2014, 01:10:05 PM »
    Well, that escalated quickly o.O

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    Re: Circle of Shadows- Sandobx/Action, Mild Horror (LGBT friendly!)
    « Reply #116 on: October 24, 2014, 01:11:57 PM »
    *watches the randomness from Texas, but accepts both kiss and new coffee* >.> <.< *sips and goes back to her research*

    Offline syk

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    « Reply #117 on: October 24, 2014, 01:18:45 PM »
    I have a good feeling about this bunch already. ;D

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    Re: Circle of Shadows- Sandobx/Action, Mild Horror (LGBT friendly!)
    « Reply #118 on: October 24, 2014, 01:19:55 PM »
    Tex finished mopping and put the mop away then came back in and went to Porcelain. He stood there a bit like a sad puppy.

    "Sorry about that. I just..." He gave her a slight smile.

    "Mind if I sit by you and wait?" he finally asked.

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    Re: Circle of Shadows- Sandobx/Action, Mild Horror (LGBT friendly!)
    « Reply #119 on: October 24, 2014, 01:27:13 PM »
    *opens her blanket so he can join her in the warm cocoon* Of course.

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    Re: Circle of Shadows- Sandobx/Action, Mild Horror (LGBT friendly!)
    « Reply #120 on: October 24, 2014, 01:30:53 PM »
    Tex eagerly sat down close to the woman - perhaps too close for a stranger. But something about her drew him to her. He felt emboldened by her invitation and once seated pulled the cover over them both. "What are you reading?" he asked her as his hand 'accidentally' rested on her thigh.

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    Re: Circle of Shadows- Sandobx/Action, Mild Horror (LGBT friendly!)
    « Reply #121 on: October 24, 2014, 02:11:05 PM »
    Wander looked down at the empty cookie box in his hands and all what happened since he left the thread until his pms, not thinking a small rp would develop here. He thought for a moment and decided not to write a full post based on these happenings but decided instead that he should join in the fun. So he set up his own blanket to cuddle underneath with a sign that read 'Free Hugs' by it and waited for the inevitable of people wanting to hang with him in his cool corner of the thread...

    ;)

    Offline syk

    Re: Circle of Shadows- Sandobx/Action, Mild Horror (LGBT friendly!)
    « Reply #122 on: October 24, 2014, 02:14:50 PM »
    Is laughing too much at Wander's epic post

    Ye gods, that was the best.

    Offline wander

    Re: Circle of Shadows- Sandobx/Action, Mild Horror (LGBT friendly!)
    « Reply #123 on: October 24, 2014, 02:30:00 PM »
    Wander looked over to syk and merely exclaimed... "Its how I roll...", giving a sly wink and disappearing somewhere in his blanket...

    ;)

    Offline syk

    Re: Circle of Shadows- Sandobx/Action, Mild Horror (LGBT friendly!)
    « Reply #124 on: October 24, 2014, 02:53:10 PM »
    Yea. Well....

    rolls Wander up in his blanket

    That's how I roll. 
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