Personality: Good natured, disciplined, kind. Snarky, humorous and yet still imposing, he usually finds his way working at bars because of this. Gruff enough to scare riffraff, pleasant enough to invite patrons. This is also why he is usually the guy selected to be the physical escort for various clients. Learning from his past, he simply wants to treat all people with respect. He meets disrespect with equal vigor, however. He tries to maintain a level of professionalism, not letting too much fun interfere with the task at hand.
Sexuality: He is very comfortable around various erotic dwellings, but tries to keep his perspective on the erotic arts as a spiritual endeavor. He refrains from self-masturbation the best he can, as he feels it lessens the sexual experience. He doesn't always succeed at either self-imposed edicts, which he accepts reluctantly, as everyone needs a bit of rest and succor. Heterosexual by preference, but a blowjob's a blowjob, right?
Growing up in a desert city under a human father who had a religious crusade against prostitution and debauchery, Buster Hyman was always looked down upon fiercely, but never understood why. Maybe it was the ears... He grew up believing his father's rhetoric, growing a spiteful hand against the unclean harlots that roamed the streets of his town. As he came of age, he studied and trained to become a member of the guard. As his fighting and training finally ended, he was denied access to the ceremony. When he confronted his mentors with this, they sighed heavily and told him to ask his father about the conditions of his birth. The answer was earth-shattering...
"Your mother was an elven whorish witch, slain for her misdeeds. Even a man as strong as I can succumb to such witchcraft…"
Shocked to find his father a false prophet, he finally was able to explain his circumstances. The city always KNEW this! All the aggression was misplaced. This inquisition he had been born to participate in was exterminating innocent people to cover up their own poor decisions and lifestyle.
"I gave you a chance to escape your mother's sins! I gave you th~"
Angry and disgusted, at about everything, he grabbed his father's shield and halberd, the symbol of the royal guard. The charlatan didn't deserve to have it. Ditching his armor, he stormed out of the house. His father threatened and cussed and damn him to hell, with deep retribution coming should he ever return. But Buster had no intention on doing so.
Weeks without rest, days without food. He walked and walked. Until sand became sea, until sea became river, until river became forest, he walked. He found his skills as a former soldier to aid in his survival. But he discovered an innate affinity toward nature. He could not explain it, but he was at peace. And yet, he still felt the yearning for a metropolitan atmosphere. He needed a new motivation, a new drive.
One night, he felt a force telling him to go a certain direction. He knew that this part was dark and difficult to navigate, with dangerous creatures and a low chance of survival. But… he was compelled to go. Out of food, out of energy, he walked.
By sunrise, Buster came across a moving waterway. Tired from the hike, he went to a waterway to bathe, maybe catch some food. He waded downstream a small ways, following the sound of playing. Peering over the waterfall, he found a very awakening site: women of various races, shapes and sizes playing together while they bathed. Some splashing, some groping, some… more involved.
Needless to say, he was quite engaged. So much erotic behavior, yet it didn't seem lewd, just natural. So much care and respect, so accepting of ideals and cultures…So…so tired…
That was all his body could handle. Completely exhausted, Buster slipped into the water, getting carried away by the current. Launched over the waterfall he bounced around on some of the earth around him, startling the ladies below, who began to leave the watering hole.
Buster Hyman woke up with a splitting headache. Opening his eyes, he was in a completely new environment. Smelled like countryside, looked like paradise. Sitting up, various people with water and medical equipment began to crowd around him, tending to his wounds. He takes in the sites, and asked the question that changed the course of his life. "Where am I?"
An older human with tan skin replied. "A monastery of Blue Lotus House, young man… It's…not a common occurrence that we find and aid someone of your…kind..."
"Yeah, apparently I'm half-elven…"
"I meant someone holding the crest of the Harlot Inquisition… None have travelled here of course, but word travels fast about your exploits on decimating our sisters… Our apologies on our hesitation to aid you. It is a survival technique that we have had to learn."
"My exploits, huh?… Of course, you must protect yourself. I carry no malice, either way. Please tell me, how long have I been out?"
"About 3 days. You ran fevers, blood loss, and have been revived a couple times with our healers."
"Got it… Wait...Your sisters? Are you clergy? We… They do not harm people of faith. I believe you are mistaken."
"You do not harm people who's faith align with your own. My sisters are harlots, prostitutes, escorts, and geishas. All of us have a role, be it to gather information, or purely recreational. But enough about that. For now you need rest."
"I am no longer aligned with the inquisition. You mean to so 'they.'"
"Okay then, 'they…' We've all been wondering, why were you out at our bathing ground? It was supposed to be hidden, how did you even find it?"
"I was… I don't know… The world led me to it…"
"…Well, maybe this is where you are supposed to have journeyed. I hope that 'YOU' will allow us the privilege of showing you our ways."
In the weeks of his recovery, he volunteered as a helping hand, performing odd jobs and handiwork. While he was considered a guest, he did not want to impose on their resources without contributing to the community. He came into various people performing various roles and acts of recreation, yet it was treated as if it was a science or an art. This was a disciplined society, spiritual and virtuous. He wanted to know more, he wanted to experience this balance. And experience he did, as he spent weeks training his mind and body to accept and present the pleasures of life's carnal wonders. Learning to accept and cater to various women of sizes and shapes. Some men too, but he wasn't as fond of that…
Buster chose not to stay in the monastery, but to protect those who share this philosophy. He traveled from town to town, employment from brothels, taverns and inns to protect and maintain order. He kept both his martial and carnal training, aiming to become the best of the two world presented to him.
To find a balance between discipline and lust, this was his new goal.