WIP:Ian SonnunCleric of Erastil // Divine HunterCharacter SheetDescription:
Ian is a male human of middling height, somewhere just below six feet but not enough to notice when he has boots on. He has long black hair and tends to keep it bound tightly, lest it get in his way. He wears exquisite garb for a member of a clerical order. He has a modest endowment which can only be guessed at, and the status of his rump is similarly a mystery. Personality:
Unused as he is to contact with those not of his order, Ian can best be described as a mixture of naive and stupid. He is friendly, eager, and desirous to prove himself. While he has combated the rats and other various infestations (even one he swore was a dire rat!), his bravado regarding his combat prowess may be unearned. Ian has no qualms regarding sexuality, mostly because he is at present entirely unfamiliar with it. He has a severe dislike of demons. Background:
Ian is an orphan, a completely original concept never before heard of. His parents abandoned him at a monastery, which is similarly not something that has been done. What innovators his parents were! They were a young couple who could no more afford another child than they could afford a gold plated carriage. It was thought that for his raising there would not be a better place than an order of chaste clerics, monks, and paladins. However, this was not such an order. This was a temple renowned the world over for its ales and spirits. The clergy herein were of a like to those of Cayden Cailean, Bacchus, or Dionysus. That is to say they were drunker than skunks half the time, seeking enlightenment through intoxication, and the remainder of their time they were brewing or mixing beverages to attain materials or advance their knowledge. Of course it wouldn't do to get a child drunk, so they started by teaching him. He learned the brewing craft and in time took care of the cellars, which this being the kingdom of Generic were always being infested with some manner or another of pest; rats, spiders, you name it. He took a cat to help him keep the beasts out, and learned the ways of purification and inebriation from the brethren.
Growing up, he heard year after year of the sacrifices that were made. The brethren often proffered a gift to the sacrifices of wine or beer, to ease their journey, but he noticed that none of them were ever selected. When he reached a fair age, he decided he would solve that. He volunteered as a sacrifice, and began training. He would bring the gift of booze to the other realm, and convert or slay all the demons therein to the gods of barley, hop, and grape. The brethren laughed, but when he was actually selected (because very few people have volunteered for sacrifice) they started worrying, for they knew of what lay beyond the portal. In earnest they trained him for the day he would be sent through the portal, and when he left, they sent him with a bottle of their oldest vintage, which lamentably had pretty much just turned to vinegar.Ons/Offs:ON:
Girls, Feminine Boys, Herms, Large (or any) Breasts, Vaginas, Most Any Transformation, Anthro, Multiple Partners, Taurs.OFF:
Masculine Males, Demons, Eggs, Vore/Null, Un/Rebirth, Necrophilia.
For anything else, ask. That should cover most bases, though.