Well shit... I gave up on mysterous Beauty because I thought a couple of people wanted it. Right after sending in a profile for Exotic Beauty, someone's already submitted an.... ummm... exotic beauty.
Anyway, what the helll, here's mineCatherine Sunkissed
Lawful Neutral; Race:
Bard 2/Swashbuckler 1Age:
102 (appears to be in late 20’sPhysical Description:
Standing at an impressive 5’8, Catherine is a strikingly beautiful woman with long, sun-kissed blonde hair that falls in soft curls to below her shoulders; accentuating an oval face dominated by bright amber eyes and full, kissable lips. Straight, coal-colored eyebrows and a narrows are set off in a darkly tanned, nearly latino complexion.
A long, slender neck, feminine shoulders and perky, full breasts, caped with large, dark nipples, flow into a taunt waistline before flaring out again into well rounded hips and a lovely, rounded rear. Her long, lean legs and toned arms with callused but delicate fingered hands leaves the impression of both grace and danger.Personality:
Catherine is, in her heart, a fiercely loyal and caring woman; prone to flighty, even girlish behavior with a decidedly leaning toward the baudy with those closest to her. On the outside, however, she displays a distant, even ruthless image that only heightens her exotic allure. A dedicated woman to the causes that she endorses, she can sometimes seem too single-minded and perhaps obsessive in seeing herself and her sisters through whatever trial they must face.
If the stories were to be believed, Sonya’s father was an elven noble who dallied with the daughter of a human merchant. After a brief but torid affair, the elf; his name never uttered, left a pregnant girl to the compassions of a family humiliated by a daughter with child that had been intended to be married off to a wealthy husband within a few months.
Her mother was removed from the family house and left to fend for herself and her unborn child on the streets of a nameless city. All Sonya knew beyond this is that her mother died of fever before Sonya’s 10th birthday and that they had lived hand to mouth for as long as she could remember.
It only took a starving Sonya a few days to begin a life of petty crime and theft to stay alive; eventually falling in, more by luck than anything, with a gang of thieves who prayed upon the merchant class. For several months, the child ran nearly wild in the streets with her adopted family; learning the ticks and skills of a burglar and falling back upon her exotic looks and bright smile to con those too taken with her beauty. By the time that she was 15, she had given up her virginity to a street-tough and was selling herself for whatever the going rate was at the time. Not an easy life, but one that kept her fed and even allowed her to indulge her love of nice clothes.
It was during one of these evening events that Catherine’s life changed dastically. She met a man who would spend the next 10 years shaping her into the well educated courtesan that she would become… and perhaps more important to the young woman, the means to defend herself with both wit and blade. When the deed was done, Catherine had shed the rough shell of the catapiller for the colorful wings of a butterfly… more or less. When her benefactor died after a riding accident, she found herself sucked into the intrigues of the royal court and bedding a noble who thought more of himself than his king… and lacked the common sense to keep his mouth shut on the pillows after striking her… She wasn’t unhappy when the man hanged, but her own lovely neck was nearly stretched as well!
Fortune struck again as a foreign power not only invaded, but stormed the palace and captured the king and nobles in a celebratory feast after the hanging. Catherine, chained and placed naked in the center of the throne room. Her first sight of the warlord did more than took her breath; her heart stopped for what felt like an eternity as he and 4 women in mask took the king captive and demanded the surrender of the entire court. Unable to speak, Catherine felt the first breath of her life as the man approached her and looked down at her with dark eyes. “What is your crime girl?” he asked in a deep voice; a voice that made her body humm with it’s caress.
“vengeance upon a noble who abused me, M’Lord. For daring to seek justice in the only way that was open to me.”
“And your punishment?”
Catherine swallowed, but did not look away, “To be hanged on the morrow.”
Death for seeking justice… Hardly just, is it?” He turned to the king, “Free her and I will allow you to live in exile, never to touch freedom again.”
With the chains removed, Catherine crawled to his feet and knelt before him, uncaring of her nudity, “Take me with you M’Lord, Allow me to serve and I will vow myself to you always.”
The tall man paused and gazed down at her, “The battlefield is no place for you. I will give you enough to see you secure child.”
“I beg you M’Lord, there is no place for me and I would follow.. I will follow.”
When he left, the kingdom firmly under his thumb and order restored, Catherine followed him and spent months trying to prove herself through both her blade and what little advice he might accept… finally, in an unexpected laugh, he accepted her with a hard slap on the ass and a push toward the other women who followed him. “I cannot rid myself of you girl, you might as well join the others.”
Over the next decades, the women that followed her Lord became more than friends, more than sisters and only with them and him did she allow herself to show her truths. Virtually celibate for the long years; her eyes were trained on him and him alone, her only comfort came from her sisters and dreams of being held in his arms… She knew that if she could win that part of him, she would never want for touch again.
She watched with a blind eye as he began to change; as the masked women who shared both his dreams and his bed became twisted and more and more ambitious, until at long last, her sisters forced her eyes open and she chose, with great reluctance, to join them in doing what must be done for the good of the world. The blood-bath to break into the center of his power was deep and violet; until they stood before the 4 masked women… his furies… and the secret was revealed. Catherine looked into the older, darker eyes of herself and dispared for the first time in many, many years. “What have I done!” she screamed at herself, but it all came too late as the world about them broke open…. And blackness reigned.
Then… her eyes opened again to find herself in a different place… a different time… and a younger, good man who she aleady worshipped… could she change what was to be? Could she save herself, her sisters and een her heart’s desire? Surely this second chance could not lead to the ruin of the first.