Interest check: Supernatural Brothel?? (Current Notes, WIP)

[dicequeer]

haha sorry I misunderstood the prompt, but I'm glad your changing it 

[BlueEyedBard]

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Name: Djaneen (Jin to their friends)
Age: Has existed for a millenia
Species: Djinn
Bio: Djaneen wasn't always, Djaneen. There was a time before time, when they existed as a part of the magic that made up the world. They would be everywhere and everything at once, and the endless pleasures of life were theirs to enjoy. These were the good times.
It wouldn't be until a power hungry, and sadistic sorcerer made a blood pact with forces beyond his own understanding, that Djaneen came to be. Once one with everything, now limited to the immaterial.

In order to summon their magical slave, the sorcerer had to make a blood sacrifice. So he used his mistress. Having grown tired of her company, and fueled by a lust for power, the sorcerer spilled her blood without a remorseful thought. From that blood, Djaneen was born to the human realm...
Another thing that was born from the murdered woman's blood, was a vile curse that the sorcerer had not expected. It turns out that not just any woman would be interested in having sex with a vile, elderly sorcerer. This woman for instance, had been a witch who had developed a taste for the old man's power. She had been intending to drain his soul from his body, before she was murdered, it was only a coincidence that she had put a curse on her own life just on the off chance that an enemy got the better of her.

At the same time Djaneen was taking form, the sorcerer began to bleed. From his eyes, his ears, his nose, his mouth, every orifice of his body drained his precious life fluid until he was left pale and lifeless on the stone floor of his home. Leaving the newly materialized Djaneen, born from sin, alone and without purpose. An eternal being left with nothing but a lustful hunger.

Despite their connection to the magic that makes up the universe, Djaneen was created with the intention to serve, but without a master they were free to serve the only desire they had. A desire to experience all the endless oceans of lust that this world could create. Women, men, and everything in between, they wanted it all and even learned how to use their magic to expand the limits of what should be possible. They weren't satisfied to taste the forbidden fruit, they needed to grow new varieties as well.

The centuries past and Djaneen adopted the name Jin, to better live amongst the mortals. They also picked up new tricks; their favorite being an ability to multiply. Because in their mind they existed to represent lust, and lust was for the many not the few. Plus it gave them a sense of that time before time, when they were apart of everything at once. Of course it wasn't exactly the same, but it came pretty close.
As it does with all beings, an endless life of wandering,  and searching, and meaningless fucking, began to get old. Now Jin experienced a longing to belong, a need to feel wanted, something akin to a family... that's what mistress Asmodia offered. A home, where those who needed them could seek out the eternal being, and they could finally enjoy everything a being made of magic, and trapped on Earth, could ever want.

Relationship Status: Many times widowed
Gender & Sexual Identity: Gender fluid (literally), Pansexual
Position: Employee

[Wicked Vixen]

Yay we've got a GREAT cast so far!!! :3

[Demoness of Darkness]

Yeah we do :) Hope we can get some more men in here, but I'll start creating the official forum thread soon.

[Bekah Boo]

Yeah we do :) Hope we can get some more men in here, but I'll start creating the official forum thread soon.

Just curious, would be allowed a second character in the future? I have an idea for a mimic who works for the brothel, and he's quite the looker ;3

[Demoness of Darkness]

Oh yeah, I dont care how many characters you have. If you can handle it, go for it.

[GaGa88]

Bookmarking this, I'll submit a character sheet soon. :)

[penitency]

Very interested in this. Might put together something soon.

[Bekah Boo]

Name: Gwendolyn "Gwen" Crooks
Age: Looks roughly around 24| Is around a century and a half old
Species: Human turned Banshee
Bio: Gwen hadn't always been a monster, a beacon of death who's ghostly wail signified the passing of yet another soul; she had once been nothing more than a youthful young woman who's future would have been like many in her position. Born in 1850 meant Gwendolyn life revolved around the needs and demands of her family, hard work and expectation making it a rough existence but one that was all she had known. The eldest daughter of a farmer Gwen's household chores consisted of tending to more of the house hold duties as well as caring for her younger siblings, her father and older brothers toiling in the field of their modest crops while she aided her mother in the home. From cooking to cleaning as well as cobbling together clothing Gwen's true art was that in embroidery with the skill passed down by her mother's tooling, a craft that brought a little more coin to the household with flourish requests that the blonde rather enjoyed passing her time with.

Times were indeed hard but to Gwen it was simply life and for a time it was peaceful in the old country aesthetic; until that fateful night where everything changed. The night had been like any other as the sun had long sunk beneath the curtain of night, speckles of stars once luminous now swallowed by the inky darkness of a fearsome storm coming upon the horizon. A low moo of an escaped cattle had woken Gwen from her once peaceful slumber to make the young woman investigate the sound against her better judgement, her line of reasoning falling with not wanting to disturb the rest of her family who seemed pleasantly asleep and undisturbed. Stepping out into the whipping wind and seemingly never ending darkness the fresh faced maiden could barely make out the faint outline of the cattle who was the cause of her awakening, within the distance the steer seemingly twitching until the horrific sound of guttural ripping cracked through the air like thunder. All at once the maiden felt her entire form freeze with the realization of another presence within the damp field she had seemingly been treading through unbeknownst to herself, the center drawing her ever closer against her will until the haunting wail that sprang forth gripped her like a pair of icy tendrils deep into her very being.

The storm itself continued to pound the little farm house as though on a different plane of existence from the dazed Gwen, the inky creature whom had lured her presence to the center of the field encompassing the maiden in her entirety as it filled her body like a flesh doll to take over. All Gwen could remember during it all was her lips parted in a horrific scream as she felt her entire body turn to ice and the very essence of her soul sucked clean, yet the sounds of her screams that had once been her own were twisted into that of a wailing melody of pure hungering sorrow that would become the first true cry of what she had now become. The magnitude of the storm ravished the farm house without mercy as it pounded upon the still slumbering family unknowing of their daughter's anguishing cries, that only when the deathly wail reached their ears was it too late to escape the downfall; the house itself was pulverized into a mass of wood and structure as all those inside were crushed to death in their beds.

Come morning Gwen would wake in a daze within the field with a pounding headache making her eyesight hazy, the still damp gown of her nightgown clinging to her chilled form and yet it didn't seem to phase the young woman. News of the storm that had claimed many lives during the night had reached the neighboring communities within the country, and yet when greeted with the frazzled Gwen they would draw back in gut wrenching horror, her very presence that of discontent and gnawing grief that those who drew close were overcome with fits of agonizing anguish. Gwen would flee from the very home she had all but known her entire life with the heavy weight of pure grief twisting within her very spirit, the sounds of her sadness bringing forth bouts of sudden deaths and sickness until she realization of what she had become came to light. A deathly spirit had forged itself with a new host in order to become the death siren and as a result Gwen as she had once known herself had been lost that night. Everywhere the blonde maiden found herself death would seemingly follow like an old friend to greet her time and time again, the vocalization of her sadness opening up to bring forth chaos as through the years Gwendolyn began to hone in on her cursed existence, leaving the once vibrant youthful maiden to distance herself in order to spare those within her vicinity.

Through the ever growing century Gwen would walk her lonely path and simply exist, nothing more and nothing less. The changing times meant she needed to adapt and yet the ever presence of her curse refused to allow the woman to truly feel, and if she did she would soon find herself doubling back to distance herself. In the modern era the blonde had found herself walking the thin line between life and death, never aging and yet the chasm of pure despair never did become easier. A comfortable job from the meager apartment allowing her to remain at arm's length from society, but there was only one true salvation within her immortal existence that brought Gwen the smallest amount of joy; a brothel that catered to beings like herself, and the only true place she could feel at ease. She's a frequent customer as it isn't often to not see her within the accepting manor four or even five times a week, as it is the only place she can freely feel the comfort of another without the aching fear she does with mortals.


Relationship Status: Single| Has had a few lovers previously| Engaged once
Gender & Sexual Identity: Pansexual
Position: Current Patron

Monster form

[Bekah Boo]

Name: Faust "Eli" Daniels
Age: Age unknown| Guesses around 5 centuries
Species: Drude| Demon of nightmares
Bio: Faust has existed within the known world far longer than he cares to either remember or tell, that even if posed this it would be unlikely he'd answer truthfully. In fact he rather enjoys toying with those around him to some degree whether it amounts in anger, anguish, or even sexual frustration; any reaction in his book is worth the sweet tang of torment. He is a being that thrives off the agony of others and makes no secret of his delight around humans, which was why it was quite strange to have the nightmare demon willing not only step within the brothel, but actually become employed by his own accord. Even now Faust has little idea other than perhaps a bored void within his painfully creeping existence, as awfully human such a thought it, though the demon would never admit to such.

A fairly dominant spirit Faust does enjoy watching others attempt to surprise him, his existence certainly allowing him to become quite a student in the art of sensual wrestling. Student that is more than crafty to pass on his teachings to those who request him with fevered energy as his pride more than makes him confident, the demon enjoying the fawning of men and women to sate his boredom.

Relationship Status: Single| Can be greedy
Gender & Sexual Identity: Pansexual| A lover of all
Position: Brothel Employee

Monster form

[Demoness of Darkness]

Yes my precious ones, do come in to the den of sin <3

[LostWind]

*Eagerly waits*

[AndyZ]

Name: Fiona of Evergreen Valley
Age: 231
Gender: Intersex but identifies female.  Occasionally changes form.
Species: Sorceress
Bio: Fiona spends a good deal of her time studying, working on her magic, secluded away from the world.  However, as powerful as her will and focus can be, sometimes she gets exhausted from her work and just wants to relax and have fun.  She's come by quite a few times to the brothel, and is known both to be Intersex and to have a preference for females.  It's common for her to ask and find out which patrons (and employees) are still interested in her, but for a few girls, she's been known to transform herself with magic.
Relationship Status: Single
Gender & Sexual Identity: Gynosexual
Position: Recurring Patron

[Demoness of Darkness]

I will be working on the forum tonight, and will probably have it up before tomorrow

And just fyi, I'm not wasting time with a hefty backstory or anything like a long intro. That's a bit much for something that's mainly just good fun.

Also, updated my character profile to have a spoiler of more pictures so you see more of Asmodia's personality

[Demoness of Darkness]

Um what section do I need to put this under? I guess the Bondage/Bdsm/Etc?

[AndyZ]

Bondage Human Small groups if everyone has to stay humanoid.  Exotic instead of human if we can turn into stuff like tentacle monsters.

[Carly]

Demoness of Darkness, is it possible that the brothel has some pet domestic cats ?
some pets (not for sex / just normal cats that curl up on your lap when you on the couch)

[Demoness of Darkness]

https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308297.0

[AndyZ]

Anything you want to see regarding a header?

[Demoness of Darkness]

I really don't have anything in mind, whatchu got?

[AndyZ]

Usual ones just have name, location, and tagging, with the last one mentioning who you were attempting to interact with.  That lets everyone know who is where and if someone is tagging someone so that everything can be kept straight.

[Demoness of Darkness]

That sounds like a smart idea for sure... I don't know how to do that lolol

[Demoness of Darkness]

also here's the sign up thread for characters to go

https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308298.0

[AndyZ]

Here you go:

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[Demoness of Darkness]

You beat me to my own thread...