Cavalier (Dune Drifter 1) // Bard 1Traits:
Reactionary, Just Like NewFlaws:
N/AAbility spread (including racial stat mods):
Str 10, Dex 16, Con 12, Int 10, Wis 12, Cha 14Equipment:
Battered Pistol, ten bullets, sorcerer's kit, boarding axeStarting Description:
Canin, one of the three champions chosen to fight this year, is a good deal shorter than most orcs, and even shorter than other half-orcs. Of course, that's still enough for her to end up about equal with most human, coming in at about 5 feet, 8 inches. She's noticeably less "buff" than others of her race, and possesses a level of dexterity rarely seen from one descended from orcs. A tiny pair of "tusks", or fangs, as some people call them, are visible to anyone who looks upon her, displayed whether she likes it or not. Her hair is a simple affair, colored black and worn short, with the right side worn in several tiny "tails". It reaches roughly midway down her neck. Two scars dominate the right side of her face, the larger of the two striking straight through her eye, though she's miraculously maintained vision in both eyes. The smaller of the pair of scars lies just on the edge of the eye. Her right eye is a blank white, while her "normal" eye is a deep red color. Two earrings grace her left ear, which serves as another reminder of her heritage, due to the shape of them. A set of freckles lies across her nose, as well.
She doesn't particularly bother with "beautying" herself up, and thus wears an "au natural" look, save for her hair and clothing. It's not like she's looking for someone to wed, right?
That said, she often walks around with a confident stride in her step, her pistol holstered, and a sickle safely readied at her side. For all the strength she lacks, she more than makes up for it with raw dexterity and beauty, though it's not something she actively knows how to use, since beauty is something very different for different races. To orcs, she might as well be an atrocity, while many humans might shun her for her orcish blood. She boasts C-cup breasts and generous hips, somewhat slim in general.Personality:
Canin acts like a bully above all else, often talking down to those she perceives as weaker than she is, despite hating it when others do the same thing to her. She enjoys picking on Marissa in particular, and has done so since the two were children, often mocking her "stupid magic" openly, leading to something of a harsh childhood for the human. She has a harsh tongue, and dislikes speaking about her heritage, going on the defensive very
quickly. She hates when people assume she's stupid because she's a half-orc, and she very quickly changes the subject if someone taunts her for her lack of muscle, as she's weaker than some humans. On the inside, she's quite a bit more fragile than she lets on, and is very easily hurt by words and comments regarding her race and how she doesn't fit in. She's especially hesitant to show off her bardic magic and dancing, as it isn't orc-like at all. In general, there's a large chip on her shoulder. She hates people making assumptions about her due to her heritage, but she feels like a failure because
she doesn't fit in with orcs or half-orcs, either.
That said, she doesn't go out of her way to avoid violence, and many people have seen her break into something of a fit of laughter when she's riled up in a fight, going "trigger happy", as it were. Background:
Born from a temporary union involving her orcish mother and a young human male, Canin came into the world of Golarion as the bastard union of such a short-lived "experiment", and it was only due to the kindness of an armored paladin that she survived. Half-orcs are often shunned as outcasts on either side of their heritage, and Canin was no exception to this rule. If anything, she was the purest proof of it. Left to die on the side of some far-off road, it was either fortune or misfortune that she was found by an armored paladin, who delivered her safely to a nearby town...the same town Marissa grew up in, as fate would have it. While she was raised by this lady paladin, the young half-orc never grew attached to her, at least not enough to cry to her or ask for help, despite the help that she was given, anyway. She was certainly not the only half-orc in the town, but she would quickly learn that she was not particularly welcome amidst the others, due to her lack of strength. It was an unfortunate effect of the pairing, but instead of being stronger than a human, she was just about on par with one, if not weaker! For an orc or half-orc, this was a damning flaw, and for such a flaw, she was an outcast twice over. She couldn't appeal to the human side of her heritage, for she was hideous and unnatural in human eyes...Her pointed ears, green skin, and small tusks were the proof of that.
Growing up in the village, she was often bullied for her features, and she very quickly learned not to show how much it hurt. Instead of crying or asking for help, she turned her attention to the young Marissa, targeting her just the same as she'd been targeted. She would find the girl and bully her relentlessly, roughing her up and verbally assaulting her for anything she could, including her (formerly) tiny chest, thin frame, and once she'd used magic, Canin began to tease her for that, as well. She'd openly mock her in the middle of town, caring little for the dirty looks she'd get from the parents around her. After all, they already hated her just for being a half-orc, so why should she care what they thought? On the inside, though, Marissa was the only person in the town, aside from the paladin herself, who hadn't made fun of her, and perhaps that was why she targeted her like she did. Eventually, the young human girl began visiting some strange old woman, and became rather scarce around town.
She wasn't quite sure why, but the idea that the human girl wasn't around anymore...upset her, so she began to sneak around, trying to get an idea of what she was doing, though she was unsure of whether or not the young woman saw her or not. Her magic seemed to grow more powerful with each day spent, and eventually, the half-orc snuck closer to Mebbeth when Marissa wasn't around, badgering the elderly lady for answers about what she was teaching Marissa, always ready with a sharp word to come back with. Mebbeth must've seen something in the angry half-orc, for she advised her to dance
her troubles away, of all the things. Of course, she scoffed at the woman's advice, writing her off as a senile old woman, but something stirred within her, and she knew she had to try...One night, the young woman snuck out to the outskirts of the town, where there were wild beasts, and did just as she was told, channeling all her emotions into a long string of movements, feeling in its purest form. She began to embrace the idea more and more, though she was careful to hide the activity from anyone else, actually caring
about what someone thought of her for once...It was strange to her. Eventually, she would dance once more one night, only to feel something around her...something warm, ethereal...magical
. Distressed and even more
annoyed, she once again sought answers from Mebbeth, who offered her tutelage, just the same as she'd done for Marissa. However, Canin would only take her teachings for a few months before growing irritated and self-conscious. This wasn't necessarily a bad thing, however. Her magic worked more off of inner strength and emotions...as did her dancing, loath as she was to use it.
She'd matured, in a manner of speaking...So she had to keep up with the one woman who she actually cared enough about to avoid...To start, she decided to join an order, devoted solely to increasing her own fame, and proving she was worth a damn once and for all, not to mention gaining treasures for herself. She wasn't particularly sure why, but she visited the old woman once more, though she didn't seem to be home at the time. Instead, a strange firearm was set upon the table with a handful of bullets and a note, saying nothing more than "You'll know." Scoffing once again, she took the pistol and ammunition, and began taking odd-jobs from nearby towns, intent on spreading her name so that her childhood "friend" would know her name, and those that bullied her would know her strength.
She would eventually return to her town, only accomplishing mundane tasks in her time gone. While she'd proven she could defend herself, she wasn't particularly well-known, but that was about to change. The village elder him/herself came to Canin in the afternoon, offering her a single job: Travel to Mareth, and purify the land. If she could accomplish that, surely her name would become known everywhere, and they'd have to acknowledge her! She accepted with a nod and a grunt, offering no more kindness than the elder had given her all these years past, and she set off for her destination, pistol ready at her side, and her trusty companion Dog following behind her.Bonds:
1: Bullied Marissa throughout her childhood and young adulthood, and secretly wished to be friends with her.
2: (To be decided upon if accepted)On/off:On:
Some transformation, non-con, light bondage, willing to try some mind/body control, monster girls (though not full anthro), pregnancy, futanari (esp. on female), lactation, driders, succubi/demons in general, potentially ghost possession?Off:
Scat/potty stuff, diapers, age play, gore, vore (only okay with it if it's something like a tentacle pit or something, and even then, I'd ask for clarification beforehand, please), electricity, burns, m/m, excessive amounts of latex, multiple sets of breasts/dicks (two is as much as I'm willing to go with, unless it's tentacles, because...well, they're tentacles.)Transformations:
Growing hair/changing hair color, demon transformation, futanari, potentially drider tf, monstergirl features (salamander and the like, just no muzzles/snouts), tattoos, potentially inplanted kinks, parasites...Might be forgetting stuff, ask if you need to.Favorite biome: