The Fall of Korra and Rise of Puissan! (Futa Game of Thrones, updated and OPEN)

[JoanieSappho]

And I have an idea, just want to check a couple things with Empyrean first, since she'll be kinda in similar places to her, and there's something I'm wondering if Deianera could have done for her.
Basically, I was thinking a futa mage who either escaped into Puissan late in life, or was still running around setting things on fire when Puissan took her nation over and helped them. another mage, but one far angrier and less interested in tech, who needed Deianera's help to restore her parts to working order.
And then my mage probably found out that she actually rather likes submitting, as long as its to other futa. 

[Sain]

She'd likely know my general to be then Joanie. I'm planning on a native Korran who rose up as a local liberator and resistance leader during the war, joining Puissan side the moment she could.

[Lynnette]

I'd like to express my interest in this too!  However, I did have a question I wanted to pose to the larger group as a whole.

It looks like male characters as slaves are okay but I wanted to know if they should be more of the "trap/twink" type or if more masculine men would alsp be acceptable?  Futa on male is a thing I would love to get a chance to RP but I also know it can make a lot of people squicky.  So I wanted to see if those interested so far would be all right that or could be interested in the kind of character I have in mind as a male.  Though I can also make them female if not.

My character idea (and I'll PM more detail, of course) would be someone who was a wealthy/powerful individual in the Southern Province who was a reformer, trying to work for better conditions for futas and giving many a place where they could work and live with more respect than in the rest of Korra.  After the country fell, he/she fled into the forest that he/she had known all their lives and became a resistance fighter who quickly became popular.  Now he/she has been captured, possible with the help of some of the Korran futas he/she had helped before, and would make a good display as a slave that there will be no rebellion against the Puissan slaves.

I'd totally be up for it, I think it'd be fun ^^

[Anna Katrine]

Marking my interest as well.

Pondering concepts for a slave, though can play the other side if there is a need for it :)

[Bibliophilia]

-so excited over all the people interested.-  I can't wait to see everyone's characters.

[BlueEyedBard]

Ohh I'm so excited!
Futas borne in Korra will also likely know my general as well. She is going to be a guerrilla warfare expert, and would have been one of the first to go in and begin organizing internal attacks on the kingdom, with the native futas ^•^

[pdragon]

@Bibliophilia

Also did you want to discuss how our slave characters may have known each other? I'd imagine Shalashaska's had some interaction with the royal family given his position. Also if they end up ever interacting, what would you think about Shala using his healing magic to fix Dhara's leg? Maybe it'd endear him to her, or perhaps the opposite, with her seeing it as an attempt at manipulation, or simply being to prideful to have wanted the help in the first place.

[Bibliophilia]

Yes!  Shae would definitely have been fascinated by Shala and, if she had ever gotten the chance, she'd have had a million questions for him.  She would be intrigued by the church and has probably read any religious texts she could get her hands on, but there's nothing like being able to talk to the head of the order.

Would Shala ask before healing Dhara's leg?  Because that would definitely make for an interesting interaction.  She hates any appearance of weakness and feels her damaged leg is a point of vulnerability that she worries might prove a detriment in future battles or even in the vie for her chosen province.  That's why she works so hard to hide how bad the injury actually is.  So, it really depends on how he approaches it, but no matter what there's gonna be a hell of a lot of stupid pride involved...and possibly some suspicion.

[Sain]

Got BEB's seal of approval As a note I can of course tone down some of the character ons depending on players, but would like to explore them depending what kinda slave characters we end up getting.

Player name: Sain
Character Name: Ilvan the Brave - Ilvan the Cruel
Age: 25
Gender: Futa
Specialty: Inspiring loyalty, managing (and disrupting) logistics, and earth/sand magics.
Rank/Position: Puissan General of Logistics | Leader and hero of a Puissan-aligned resistance movement in war-time.
Personality: Ilvan wears a memory of warmth on the sleeve, allowing friends and allies to see a promising young woman with all the pieces of the world at her grasp and under control. Having seen the depths of hell herself she has room for understanding, and an easy time empathizing with the common futa of Korra. It comes to a point where Ilvan wields her past in a balance on that fine edge of earning another's compassion and staying far enough from pity so that her character remains hardened and respectable. All that is on the surface is a malleable liquid, a whole that Ilvan has stitched together from fragments of herself and others. Beneath is intuitive if often slightly malevolent intelligence molded by the worst of the world rather than education or books. Yet all the same she finds herself fascinated by others with minds, eagerly engaging in competitions of wit and word. Though invisible to most Ilvan is followed by a terrible sadistic beast, a collection of urges and hatreds that still often take priority over her other motives.
Bio: Cursed from birth. That was the fate of all futa in Korra, doubly so for those unlucky enough to have been born of the seed of one rather than as a natural toss of dice. She learned the reason of her pain and suffering to be the shame she had brought to her family by simply existing. Her mother - the one she had wronged - was despite her shame a spark of love in little Ilvan's world, granting her occasionally a smile, a word, and even her name. There were others beside mom. Other slaves, both children and ghostly creatures whipped to the bone. Alongside mother there were other free people of course - men and women born above the likes of her. Above even them were mom's parents - the Delorain bloodline famous for their sand magics and exports of alchemical supplies mined from the depths of the Great Desert.

Ilvan found some traits of her family to have passed along. By the time she was to lose part of her to the blade her cell had a hole bored in the wall bleeding sand. Freedom was the sweetest thing Ilvan had ever known. If she tucked her cock well there was little she differed from proper women. Every comfort and joy of a normal life was hers to indulge in - bed, different tasty foods, earning money, alcohol, and even revelry. For a precious stretch of time Ilvan believed herself allowed that slice of life. Had she lived it alone and quiet perhaps, but her greed grew for more as a something set ablaze in her a yearning for a woman. Smiles were shared, giggles suppressed, and softness exchanged in word and touch. And, finally even the secret.

A little rumour started, from where it began did not much matter. It started and spread. The mob marked Ilvan's woman a whore, ensured whatever life she might've carried would not be. However she was a daughter of a respected man and as such was spared further punishment. Sure, if it were the proper rule of law things might've been more lenient to her. But there, in that remote village she was to them daughter of the very thing gnawing at the edges of kingdom like some antediluvian evil. There long days of torture - its marks still remain. And there was pleading. So much begging, crying, sobbing to ask them for mercy. In front of them Ilvan declared herself the demon they sought, admitted every imagined sin and more until she believed them herself. It earned her mercy, a banishment to walk the desert in iron until nature or deity judged her with its mercy.

It did. A slave caravan picked her up. How lucky for her that the man thought her spirit broken and nursed her to health. He was the first to die by her, suffocating in a pit of quicksand. Where he begged for mercy she allowed him to suck her off before finishing allowing sand's embrace to see his end. There began Ilvan the Brave to those ten. From a trickle of small acts her scarred face and green gaze became known, feared and loved. Although time for Puissan invasion had not yet come, but as Ilvan began to build her fame and gathering allies she sent her envoys out. Her contacts established friendship through Admiral's spies and began co-operating a massive logistics network with other guerilla cells popping up around Korra, laying foundation for a swift invasion. Someone had to lead it on the inside. As the victim of popular vote Ilvan was made to learn on the fly.

During the war she a herald of battle. Where structures crumbled to imploding magics and sands dried wells the Korrans knew that soon a full scale Puissan attack would come. Though mistakes were made as is the case in every theater of chaos, Ilvan, for the most part, managed her role well, providing the invading force and allied native resistance fighters with empty roads, fixed bridges, and web of support. By the war's end she had mastered the weaving's of a complex more intricate than most magics. In doing so Ilvan earned her value in the eyes of the Admiral, gaining a quick promotion to general. A risky move by the Admiral, which may have earned Ilvan the ire of more than a few Puissans who were eyeing her position.

It was only after the war that she earned her second name. "If it's not vital for the army, leave it to the locusts." Villages who no one would miss were raped, pillaged, and burned. Her loyal Korran rebels and like-minded guerilla warriors with regrets and vengeance to spare committed in that time of 'almost but not quite peace' numerous acts of horror. Some it sated. In others it freshened ancient wounds and opened a door to twisted sadistic desires.
Region of Choice: Great Desert
Extra: Granted ownership of her former family's estate some distance from the capital. Ilvan left her mom alive, but others are dead. She wears the ancient heirlooms of her family - magical armor, jewelry, and spear. Her clothing is light cloaks mixed with Puissan influences that fit her about as well as a bow in a scabbard. She is also rumored to have expressed her support black market slave trading outside of Puissan allowed law, a claim which her more wholesome supporters zealously deny.
Ons/Offs - Character: She hates people who she can't punish or put to spear if they're uppity. Hates men and women with burning passion and is generally a little discriminatory towards them depending on the individual. Also generally hates people who can't pick themselves up and deal with their shit regardless of their gender. She also is a bit nervous about emotional intimacy. Loves the heat of the sun. Loves being able to publicly show that she's a futa (wearing clothing that accentuates the cock and breasts). She respects strength in all its forms so long as it is possessed by someone who is futa. Also she really likes witty people and the types of wholesome characters that make her feel like she's not an evil witch.

Sexual: Giving sexual pain (whips, piercings, clamps, branding, etc.), restraints and in general reducing the freedom of someone else, receiving and giving (oral, anal, and all forms of 'regular' sex acts though she will not receive anal from a non-futa), pleasure control, exhibitionism, humiliation, objectification, degradation, and also switching for other futas to allow herself explore the other end of her usual urges.

[Empyrean]

Joanie: I think Dei would like your character. She'd definitely restore her fertility, and offer her a place within the Mage Corps. And when they conquered, as a member of the Mage Corps, your character would be offered pride of place in the "celebrations" that followed victory, free to indulge with the captured citizens of newly-conquered territory. Dei might also take her as a personal lover, if that works for you. Dei herself has some strong futa-supremacist beliefs that might match with your character's anger.

Bard: What is the base magical and technological standard of the world? That way I know what Dei is working with when she innovates new things.

Sain: Deianera often funded rebel movements and slave uprisings with her salary as a general. Maybe she sent money and resources Ilvan's way? I imagine she'd be something of a fan of her work, even as she was busy in the North.

[Bibliophilia]

Sain, I love your girl.  I imagine she and Dhara would get along well, even if they have some differences as far as how they view and treat the captives.  There's enough strong commonalities there for them to at least share a mutual respect.

I'd also be down for some somewhat more intense scenes between Shae and Ilvan.  Obviously, given her status and the usefulness she has to Janeth, nothing too intensive that might leave marks, but I definitely like the idea of Shae being subjected to someone who genuinely hates her.  If you're up for it, we can always discuss it later on when we decide we want to do the scene.

[pdragon]

@ Bibliophilia
Shala would have been happy to oblige any of her questions. Being so closely guarded in the temple he relishes spending time with others, especially in a more intimate setting. I could see them spending long hours talking all manner of philsophies and beliefs, and maybe he even pushed to have her stand in for public ceremonies and what not. Perhaps she even thought she could impress her father by showing she could still contribute to the kingdom through the church even if she wasn't a proper heir.

As for Dhara, I'm picturing a situation where she's meeting with him and he abruptly brings up her injury, taking her off guard because she's A. not expecting him to be so observant, and B. thinks she's hidden it better than she has. He'd offer to heal it for her, though given her response I could see it spiraling into a deeper exchange.

@everyone
I like the idea of Shala meeting with the other generals for more than just sex. He still sees himself as a servant of Ava and a spiritual guide, even under enslavement, and would make an attempt to prod and engage with his captors, trying to find some kind of understanding and trying to quell some of their vengeful fury, at least towards the common people of Korra. If anyone'd be interested in having little philosophical exchanges with the little snake pope I think it'd be really cool, especially seeing how the different generals would react based on their different personalities and grudges against Korra.

[Sain]

@Empy. Sounds good. Ilvan would definitely start with a positive attitude towards other futa, especially those of the Puissian elite who don't mind her coming in as a Korran nobody with behaviour that doesn't always align with the official policy. I could see her being a prime candidate to get involved in some less humane experiments if Deianera needs an ally there.

@Bib. Sure. I think a limit on what Ilvan could do and the fear of her superior could lay bed to a nice mix of desires and mental restraints. Having her teeter on the edge of what she should not do, and Shae knowing that she can't do them no matter how much she hates her, could be a very delicious mix of things to sort into words
Oh, and for Dhara yes. I can see there being possibility of them easily getting along. What exactly that relationship entails will be fun to find out

@pdragon. Hmm Ilvan's bitterness might run a bit too deep for her to really respect interactions with Shala to an extent of actually listening to what he has to say, much less taking it to heart. At least at the start of the game. Though I imagine that sometime down the line there could be a chance for some chatting, when she finds something to calm her initial urges.

[JoanieSappho]

Joanie: I think Dei would like your character. She'd definitely restore her fertility, and offer her a place within the Mage Corps. And when they conquered, as a member of the Mage Corps, your character would be offered pride of place in the "celebrations" that followed victory, free to indulge with the captured citizens of newly-conquered territory. Dei might also take her as a personal lover, if that works for you. Dei herself has some strong futa-supremacist beliefs that might match with your character's anger.

Bard: What is the base magical and technological standard of the world? That way I know what Dei is working with when she innovates new things.

Sain: Deianera often funded rebel movements and slave uprisings with her salary as a general. Maybe she sent money and resources Ilvan's way? I imagine she'd be something of a fan of her work, even as she was busy in the North.

Yay! I was thinking of somewhere before Korra, so they've had a little while, and the futa-supremacy was an idea I was also going to go with, so that definitely works. The personal lover would definitely be of interest for her, especially with Dei's dominant nature.

[Empyrean]

Sain: Well, Dei remembers that her own parents were Korran. She doesn't look down on the futas of Korra. She views them as family who've been unjustly oppressed. She enjoys the irony of being the daughter of escaped slaves who came back to conquer their homeland. She wouldn't have a problem with Ilvan. She'd think of her as a brave freedom fighter who took the fight to the oppressors.

Joanie: Sounds good. :)

[Bibliophilia]

All of that sounds great, Pdragon.  I could see her struggling to do anything that would prove she has worth beyond who she will eventually marry.  Plus, any positive male attention, especially one divorced of her sexuality, would have been very alluring.  Especially if it's attention that involves her getting to use her intelligence and experiencing respect as a result of it.

That scene between Shala and Dhara will be interesting, definitely.  She tends to view religion as manipulative at its core, so him being the leader and continuing to hold to his beliefs would incline her to view him with suspicion already.  Add on him parsing her injury and offering assistance, given their roles in society, she would definitely have a strong reaction.

-dances excitedly.-  I'm loving all the plotting and connections so far.  I can hardly wait for the game to start.

[Lynnette]

And there we go, got the green light from Bard, added some small details here and there but otherwise is as when submitted. Looking forward to this ^^

Player name: Lynnette
Character Name: Nikola Valentine
Age: 32
Gender: Futanari
Specialty: Ice magic, naval combat and tactics
Rank/Position: Puissian naval Vice-Admiral
Personality: Bordering on bipolar would be the best way to put it. Some would without a doubt consider her a sociopath and a manipulative asshole, though it hardly tells a full story. With zero tolerance for insubordination, she was a difficult one to work with for many, with a few examples occasionally making waves through the naval quarters, though most were considered unsubstantial as evidence. Discipline was a difficult thing to ensure on the seas, there was rarely room to put someone in house arrest after all. Still, she comes off as surprisingly sweet in her free time. Well mannered for the most part, calm, relaxed, intelligent, and patient being a few key traits.
Bio:

early history

"Oh lady winter, bless me with your warm embrace, I who need it most. For when the wind howls and the rivers freeze, you are the one I can turn to. I will grant you shelter if you grant me warmth, I who need it the most. Let your soul reside in mine, and let me outlive your tantrums, for without your embrace I will not survive. Let me live where others would die, warm my heart and soul with your company, and I will be your servant till the day I die. I will reign a throne of ice in your stead. I, who acknowledge my debt, will heed to your will. For right now, I am the one who needs it the most"

Nobody could claim Northerners were lyrical masterminds, one would think all the time spent huddled up indoors would spark some inspiration, but it would not seem that way. It was mere folklore anyways, likely a poor translation from languages before their time. In the modern ages, only the oldest could be heard still reciting the short verse. After all, it had been a long time since the north had experienced a truly bitter winter. Why, nobody knew. There were theories of course, but they ranged from unlikely to unbelievable. The younger crowds claimed it was just warmer winters, while the old crones claimed that "Lady winter had claimed yet another unfortunate soul to do her biddings". Not many believed in the old tales, but those who did made sure that there wasn't a soul in the northern settlements who didn't hear. No matter if it was a mild breeze or snow reaching rooftops, it always came back to Lady Winter, like a vengeful spirit looming over the mountains, always threatening to turn their cities into wastelands clad in ice if she didn't get her will.

And it was there Nikola was born. The bitter north, far beyond where any carriage could reach. To a loving couple who saw nothing ill with their daughter. Her "secret" was kept for the first ten years of her life. But, then came the winter. It was early, and it was bitter. The whole North froze over in less than a day, snowfall so thick one could barely see a foot ahead of oneself. In the midst of the panic to get everything ready to outlast the howling cold, Nikola's secret came out. Had it been better times, perhaps she would've been left alone. But with everyone panicked, it didn't take much to woo the crowds in their panic. "An offering to lady winter," some had claimed. Others were just happy it was one last mouth to feed. There were a few protests, but they were quickly shut down. It was effectively exile, or a death sentence. "If you can make it to the desert, you can live" some had said, perhaps to spark some hope in her heart. But of course, she was never going to make it that far. Nobody could, it was winter now, she'd be lucky if she could make it a fourth of the way.

Well, there was nowhere else. Her tears would freeze before they met the snowy surface she was waddling through. Her clothes did nothing, the wind cut through them like they weren't there. She was never going to make it, she knew that. Everyone knew that. But still, she pushed forth, if she stopped she'd give up on whatever fraction of a chance she might have. In the end, it didn't amount to anything. She made it maybe a 10th of the way before fatigue took over her body and she collapsed. She huddled up next to an old stump. She wasn't ready to die. She wanted to cry, but there was nothing left to spare. She watched as the ice darted across the river, curiously climbing up the mountain. She had never seen anything like it, how the ice climbed from the river up a waterfall and continued to dart upstream. "You, who know my tale, will you accept my embrace?"

It was either that or freezing to death. She knew the stories the crones told never ended well, but who knew. Nikola stiffled a sob and nodded, letting her in. The pain was... Excruciating. It felt like all her bones burst, like her bloodveins exploded. But, when it was over... The frostbite was gone. She could move her body again. The howling wind didn't bother her, if anything it felt like a mild breeze. The snow no longer felt cold against her skin. She hardly had food or water, but the true killer was gone. "Do you wish for the weather to end?"

Did she? It felt nice now. If anything, it felt right. But the thoughts of her parents came looming back. "I don't know," she'd responded, standing there knee-deep in the snow. "Do they deserve it?", she'd heard looming from the mountains. "Well, they exiled me," she'd responded. "Then why do you hold remorse? You aren't wanted there. They don't want you, why would you let them live? They wished for you to die, so let them die. Remorse is for the weak. Let them feel the anguish you did, let my beautiful winter teach them their ways. Kill. Them. All." In the end, neither got their will. She let the weather loom as it did. Surely, someone would die, but most would live. It was fine, they deserved it anyways.

The rest of the trip was easy when the weather was no longer a concern. The monsters she encountered on her way were easily dispatched of thanks to Lady Winter's help, impaled in spikes of ice, sparking from the very snow they were walking in. It was a powerful tool, she came to realize that as they made their way down the mountain. "And it's all yours for granting me your warmth, to let me feel."

The two eventually made it down the mountain, and eventually to the desert. "The warmth weakens me, but do not fright my child, I am still with you. I will be with you till the bitter end, but when we enter the desert, my powers will have to come from you... Do you have what it takes, child?"

Late history

It became clear quickly that she was far out of her element in the desert. The dry air made it difficult, the magic she had been blessed with felt weak. It still sufficed, but it put a toll on her own body. It became a tool of emergency. She made it through the desert and eventually sought residence in the eastern lands. The ocean granted comfort. While she was a mere child, she managed. She took up work where she could, often unloading ships. Despite being young, she was "surprisingly strong for a little girl" the merchants would claim. She shrugged it off and said she was used to hard work. Not too many questions were asked, and she lived there for several years. She didn't have any particular direction she sought to take. She eventually caught wind of Puissan from the sailors on vessels she unloaded. It didn't seem very liked amongst the sailors, but to her it sounded like a haven. She ended up asking around a bit, and eventually found a ship willing to take her with them in exchange for work and some coin.

And, that was how she ended up in Puissan. She kept it a secret, but she found her powers worked excellently on the sea. It would still take a toll on her, but surprisingly little. Ice was made out of water after all, and water there was enough of. The ship arrived in Puissan eventually, after several detours to unload and load wares at other docks. When the ship was finally unloaded, well, brave new world. Having no particular experience beyond working with the ships thus far, she enlisted for the navy when she was of age. She didn't excel during training, but she wasn't bad either. Her military career wouldn't be defined until the first true fight on the seas she got to experience. The sea would soon prove to be her domain. Their ship wasn't well prepared for a proper fight, but it would show they didn't need to either. While they tried to fend them off in traditional means, it proved difficult. Nikola figured she'd might as well give it a try and see how it went.

Towering spikes of ice shot up from the water and pierced the ship as though it was made of paper. She wasn't sure who were more frightened as she did it, the pirates on the ship with spikes of ice littering its bow, or her fellow crewmates witnessing it. The ship sunk like a rock when the spikes evaporated into thin air. While initially horrified by the capabilities she'd been gifted, it didn't take much until she started to take a liking to it. She shot up through the ranks in the navy over the years, eventually reaching the rank of vice-admiral a year before the initial attack on Korra. Her ship, the Black Rose, was considered unsinkable by anyone it encountered. Whatever holes were punched with cannons were patched up in seconds. There was no magazine to aim for, given it didn't possess a single cannon. No, it was light, fast, and considered a death sentence when first spotted, sneaking in shrouded by storms of snow. She wasn't easy to work with, her methods making it particularly difficult, but those who did couldn't deny the sheer prowess she held when standing on the bow waving her enemies goodbye.

Region of Choice: Nikola doesn't hold any strong wishes for any region for personal purposes. However, on behalf of the navy, she is fairly adamant about taking the east for the sake of expanding the navy's fleet.
Extra: Normally carries a rapier by her side, but it rarely sees use. Has a tattoo on her chest, though she covers it up at meetings and the likes. As far as what stories went around about her in the naval quarters beyond her prowess on the ocean, the most widely acknowledged and believed (but dismissed) case involved raping a fresh recruit in front of her crew for insubordination. In the end, nobody from the crew stepped forth to confirm the story, either out of fear, or because it was too good of a chance to advance their own careers should they ignore it. Even if they were to step forth, Nikola was already a widely respected figure in the Puissan navy at the time.
Hobbies: Perhaps Nikola's biggest hobby would be music. She's an avid fan, particularly of loud, dramatic orchestra performances, and she's a highly skilled pianist. Beyond that, she enjoys literature, language, and curiously enough flower arrangement.
Ons/Offs - Character:
General sexual attitude: Near always dominant with men and women alike. With other futa, it largely comes down to the person, but she is willing to submit or play versatile to the right person if she deems them worthy.
Ons: Anal, vaginal, oral, all in most forms. Rape/sexual torture as a means of discipline, S&M, exhibitionism, frottage, group sex/gangbangs
Offs: Scat, gore (Bedroom-related anyways), mutilation.

[BlueEyedBard]

Ok, finally got my own general up!
Now I for real will be working on some other threads for us today!

Player name:
Character Name: Zhi Zhilan
Age: 27
Gender: Futa
Specialty:
Rank/Position: General, guerrilla warfare specialist, infantry commander.
Responsible for leading small, stealth units through Korra in order to organize, assemble, arm, and liberate native futas prior to invasion.
Personality: Standing at a mere five feet tall, Zhi definitely makes sure she is noticed with a hot and fiery attitude. It's been said more than once that she suffers some amount of “short-man syndrome”, unfortunately for those that say such, quickly find out her fist is much closer to their groin, because of it.

She's quick to tease and joke with those she likes, but has gotten carried away with it more than once. It usually only takes a quick glare, or a word of warning for her to realize she's gone a little far. But when it comes down to it she is fiercely loyal to her comrades, and to Puissan, and generally has very little tolerance for ill will toward either.
Just as she is known to tease her friends, she is known to curse her enemies just as quick and often. Despite being a specialist in surprise attacks, as soon as she is face to face with her enemy she will make sure that they know what she thinks of them before they die, often favoring a line about how she would fuck them before they die, but she doesn't want to dirty her cock…

As such she will likely struggle in a more political climate, where speaking your mind at every turn doesn't always turn out the best.
Bio: Zhi was born in a jungle surrounded village, on the continent south of Korra. She was a small part of a large family, that is to say she was the youngest sibling to five older brothers. Noticing how she was different, her parents did their best to hide their daughter's “condition” knowing that such things were cause for concern among those in the larger cities, and in positions of power. Fortunately little was thought of it in their small village, holding onto a live and let live mentality.
But despite her age, her stature, and other differences, she was chasing down her brothers day in and day out. Even at a young age she found bringing down her older brothers to be rather easy. Especially when she used the trees to her advantage.

As accepting as her family and village were, she spent most of her time out exploring the jungle. With her size and agility, she took to the highest branches of the highest trees with relative ease, and managed to traverse the majority of the jungle just through the branches alone. It was rather common that others passing by on the ground would mistake her for some kind of animal, as she slipped by overhead with little more than a rustle of leaves. And the older she got, the bolder she got. Taking her little trips all the way to the border of Korra.
There she had spent many hours just watching the southern training facility, even trying to mimic some of the moves she had seen them practice. She was fascinated by the people and the foreign country, with no knowledge of how they viewed her.

On one of her trips through the jungle to the Korran border, she came across a caravan crossing down into the jungle from the southern border. Excited to have these interesting new people coming towards her village she followed them from above, keeping a close eye on everything they did.
As she assumed they would, the caravan stopped in her village for the night. Finally getting an opportunity to see these people up close and personal, she approached one of the grand carriages and looked in to find a young woman looking back at her. Clearly curious of each other, when the sixteen year old was invited inside, she immediately took the opportunity…

Of course, curious young people will do what curious young people do. Except for when one curious young person finds something that she had been taught her whole life to fear and hate.
After that things began moving very fast. There was screaming and confusion as Zhi was dragged out of the carriage by torchlight, shoved around, and beaten until her legs couldn't lift her any more. She remembers her parents pleading as they tried to get to her, but the Korran guards held them back.
Soon the intention became clear, as one of the soldiers drew his sword as he approached her. For the only time in her life Zhi felt paralyzed by fear, on her knees just waiting for death. But it was her mother that saved her with one last shrill, scream before another soldier silenced her with tge blade of his dagger.

That scream shook her out of her stupor just in time to make a fist in the ground. She had been at her brother's mercy before and knew how to do whatever it took to gain an upper hand. With a fling of her hand, a fistful of dirt hit the soldier's eyes causing him to recoil and giving her the time she needed to dash under his legs and make a break for the jungle. The men gave chase, but no sooner was she up the branches of the trees than the soldiers lost sight if her completely.
Zhi stayed up there in the branches, watching as her village was burned to the ground, and she did one other thing that day that she never did again. She didn't cry...she sobbed.

When day broke she avoided her village entirely, and instead began travelling further south. Without food or water, and little to no trust left in her, she began surviving off the wilderness. She gathered fruits and water, and lived in tree branches for days at a time. All told she spent five months in the wilderness without any human interaction. Gathering supplies, making tools, and always moving.
Every now and then she would come across people and spy on them from a hidden location in the trees or under shrubberies. Normally it was nothing she cared about, but now and then she would learn of some the secret stash to help her survive. One time in particular she learned of a foreign army that was quickly growing in power. It wasn't something she would be interested in, until the two described the foreign army and her eyes lit up. Right then she said her first words to another human being, when she grabbed his hair and yanked his head back before putting her blade to his throat and made him tell her how to find these foreign people.

When she finally arrived in Puissan she immediately felt at home. The variety of people and all of them accepting, even loving who she was. They listened to her story, they mourned her family with her, many even had similar stories. Zhi knew that this place, with these people, was where she belonged, and wanted to do everything she could to further their cause across the world. At just under eighteen she joined the military academy, to make sure she would never be helpless again.
In the academy she learned that her size and stature were her greatest weapon, along with her resourcefulness in the wild. Upon graduating she joined a special unit tasked to infiltrate borders in secret in order to hasten the dismantling of defenses from the inside. In short time she proved the most competent leader of the unit, and proving the usefulness in such guerilla tactics, she continued to rise in rank and gaining control over more and more units.

Zhi and her troops were well known for surprise ambushes on several fronts at once. Long range assaults, utilizing fleets of archers at once. Even sudden strikes at close quarters with just a few troops who could sneak into a base without notice.
Her missions took their biggest turn when she was approached by Admiral Illoria, who requested she take several small units, undercover, into Korra. She wanted her to seek out the Korran futas, and spread the word of a futa revolution that was burning Korran borders. Then she was to organize them, get them in communication with each other, and finally arm them for the coming assault.
Zhi knew she wasn't a master when it came to her people skills. But in the end all she had to hear was Korra and burn in the same sentence and she was prepared to do whatever the Admiral wanted.


Region of Choice: Southern, being closer to her home country
Extra: Preferring to travel light and stay agile, Zhi dresses in minimal, light armor that is enchanted to increase toughness while still keeping her weight low.
Her weapon of choice when close to her opponent is a short sword, enchanted to increase quickness and sharpness. But she is also incredibly skilled in hand to hand combat. At a distance she has surgical precision with her bow, and with her creativity and resourcefulness she never finds herself without at least the ability to create makeshift arrows.
Ons/Offs - Character:
On - A sense of humor, honor, decisiveness, sexy clothing, a desire to submit to her, dominating men/women, sensual relations with other futa

Off - Cracks about her stature, being wishy washy, people mouthing off to her especially when she sees them as beneath her.
Toilet play, mutilation, excessive pain

[Empyrean]

Lynnette: I think Dei would be very interested in Nikola. Both as someone who comes from the North, and as someone blessed by Lady Winter. She'd want to get to know her, both as a friend (or lover) and for her magical research. What do you think?

Bard: Zhi sounds lovely! Oh, did you see my question about what the baseline is of magic and tech in this world?

[Bibliophilia]

Awww...Zhi is so cute!  -runs away so she can't retaliate.-

[Sain]

Neat charas. @BEB. I think it's obvious that Zhi and Ilvan were in close co-operation during the war. Perhaps with Zhi likely doing majority of the hands on battle leading of the guerilla warfare and Ilvan planning the supply routes, recruitment efforts and providing strategic oversight to guide them towards valuable targets? I imagine they would have had time to establish some form of rapport, friendship, and likely had some relaxing moments already ? Of course with Zhi respecting honor and Ilvan being quite the opposite they might've began to drift to being at odds over Ilvan's horrible behaviour towards the closing days of war.

@Lynnette. Desert magic and ice magic are nice opposites. Both characters are quite the villains so there might be some nice chances for tension there. I imagine they might not have had much interactions during the war however so maybe those tensions are best left unraveled for the actual game?

[JoanieSappho]

Player name: JoanieSappho
Character Name: Mawara
Age: 38
Gender: Futa
Specialty: Magic - elementalism, destruction, guerilla fighting, terror
Rank/Position: Puissan Mage Corp, Second in command
Personality: Mawara was born in one of Puissan's more recent conquests, a country that has only recently been placed under the control of futanari. Initially, Mawara was able to hide what lurked between her legs and would have quite happily lived a life secluded in the warm plains of her her home - until a travelling nobleman decided that he liked how this hermit-witch looked and, regardless of her feelings on the matter, would lay with her.
While surprised by her genitals, he waited until after he'd gotten what he wanted before exposing her despite claims that he would neglect to report her if she pleased him.

Ironically, this saved Mawara's life, the child that he'd unintentionally put in her being the only reason that she was not killed for what she was.
Instead, she was given the maximum of the abuse that could be directed at her without harming the baby, right up until it was born.
The death of her futa child was the last of Mawara's suffering, her rage and vengeance exploding out as she pushed her magic to its limits and set about destroying ... well, everything that had ever hurt her, which was more or less everything and everyone in the country.

Disappearing into the plains, Mawara would appear at a town or village suddenly, warnings sometimes having been sent in the form of bodies or parts thereof, and proceed to kill and destroy as much as possible. When Puissan forces moved into the area she would shadow the invading forces, lending her strength when it would help tip the balance and allow for the deaths of more of her countrymen and women.
Her magical abilities were nowhere near as broadly developed as Deinera's, but her focus on the simple destructive power of elemental magic had brought her to perhaps a greater power in that one specific field and her entrance into the Mage Corps was only surprising in how long it took to happen.

After all, she needed healing after her experiences, both mentally and physically and while many of the scars and burns that covered her body remain, a significant amount were removed, not to mention how her genitals - both of them - needed extensive repair to function again, as well as the skills of Deinera herself to heal.
During the fall of her nation and her long healing afterwards Mawara found herself growing close to the other mage, responding surprisingly well to the other futa's dominance while Mawara's own direct and emotional nature worked well when tempered by Dei's  calmer, more deliberate direction.
After her experiences, Mawara was in immediate agreement with Deinera's feelings on the supremacy of their kind, and is a strong proponent for ensuring that, eventually, the only people living in Puissan - or in general, really - are futa.

Invading Korra was just another step towards that aim, Mawara specializing in creating displays of death and destruction to terrify and demoralize the Korran people,, her progress through the country being as obvious and destructive as a storm's.
Region of Choice: Great Desert
Extra: Much of Mawara's body is scarred, burned and generally disfigured and she is extremely averse to showing much skin at all, although she is able to do so if the only other one present is Deinera. She is easy to anger, although her habit of engaging in magically aided destruction in such situation makes goading her a rather risky proposition.
Ons/Offs - Character: She hates men, is strongly dismissive of women but is respectful and somewhat submissive when it comes to other futa. She does, regardless of gender, have a soft spot for children and will not permit harm to come to them, or to expecting mothers. Any aggression or offensive comments directed at futa enrage her, and she had never been comfortable in crowds or when showing any of her injuries to others.

Sexual: She will never have consensual sex with a man. She will, however, violate them, especially publicly and treat them both roughly and as humiliatingly as she can manage. She is a bit gentler with women, although she still makes it quite clear that a female partner's enjoyment is no concern of her own. With other futa, she is tender, gentle and loving, sexually. She is also quite submissive for dominant futa, as well as enthusiastic when it comes to worshiping the genitals and breasts of such partners.

[Anna Katrine]

The former red countess of Amita is ready to be claimed by a foreign general

Player name: Anna Katrine
Character Name: Karin Obraa
Age: 32
Gender: Female
Specialty: Agriculture, Mercantalism, Economy
Rank/Position: Slave of (na) / Former Countess of the Amita region of the western part of Korra
Personality: Karin appears to always be scheming. She has always looked out for herself first and enters every room and every conversation with every outcome in mind. Scheming and plotting she had managed to claw herself to a position in Korra that she had come to love above all else. She is often cold and can appear emotionless even in the most dire of situations, her true feelings buried deep down somewhere as she has not allowed herself to show pure emotions for many years now.

Bio: Karin grew up as the sole daughter of a small land owner in the western region of Korra. She was promised away to the son of a baron and as luck would have it, she fell in love with him, spending her days daydreaming and being with him. It was all so perfect until a great sickness befell her family's land, killing the crops and leaving her and her father in debt. Suddenly she wasn't good enough for the baron's son and she was forced to live on the street after her father's death that same year.

After weeks alone on the streets, she was determined to regain what she had after hearing of the marriage of the baron's son. She started as a farm hand for some little farmer, learning everything about agriculture as she did. Soon she had the knowlegde to advance up in the ladder. The farmer mysteriously dissappeared later that month, leaving her the farm as he had no family. From there she worked to expand the farm, buying more land as her wealth increased. Soon thereafter a traveling merchant revealed her true calling to her. Wine.

Turning almost all of her lands to grape fields, she experienced a few rough years of competition untill her brand of wine started to be enjoyed among some of the nobility of Korra. Her competitors could simply not keep up when they had so many expenses for barn repairs and funerals to pay for. After she was sitting on most of the land in the region of Amara she started calling herself Countess. Nobody seemed to agree on whether she was officially given the title, whether she had bought herself to it or had simply claimed it. All however agreed to the nickname of "The Red Countess".

Now with the invasion of Korra and its new leaders, Karin seeks to sway the situation in her favor and possibly carve out a larger piece for herself. Even if she has to do it as a slave to someone else. But she figures that there is always a master and a slave.
Region of Choice: The Western region
Extra: Karin has taken to the nickname of "The Red Countess" pretty literally, dressing herself in red whenever she has the chance.
Ons/Offs - Character: Karin is attracted to anyone who can match her in her intelligence and ability to plot. She finds herself drawn to whoever manages to own the room they stand in, whether that is through conversation or raw presence. Since she was denied her first true love, she is still secretly searching for the one who can make her feel whole and loved.

Sexually Karin enjoys intimacy and the feeling of being cherised, even if it is by being thrown on the bed and claimed alongside other women. More generally she enjoys the feeling of being in control, dirty talking and hair pulling (both her and partner).

[BlueEyedBard]

@Sain - I was definitely thinking the same thing. I imagine Zhi would have hapoily used her knowledge of supply routs and important people/targets while she was in country.
I imagine she probably also would have stayed in Ilvan's home/base of operations whenever she could, a nice break from sleeping in the woods.
And yes, I could see them enjoying each other's company frequently while she was there 

[BlueEyedBard]

Hey everyone, I just created the OOC thread, so please drop in there and say hello, and continue to work on that plotting.
There will be more rooms to come, and I will be updating the list of characters on the first post here.