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hexie
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- Joined
- Aug 5, 2025
: About the Writer :
Semi-complete and subject to change in contents. It's a pleasure to meet you all, you can call me Hexie. I am a pansexual woman who loves to create. I will play sub, switch, and dom for females, switch and sub for males(this also applies to my enby babes, I am sorry no dom for you.) A little bit about me is that I love cats, if that wasn't obvious enough, sweets of all sorts, and stargazing. I am in my mid 20's and have an incurable passion to write. I have been a writer of the sorts for over a decade now and delved more into the smut side of things around half of that. I make OC's that are mostly based in a DnD aspect. My life is pretty chaotic, probably relatable for a few of you haha, but I try my best to respond in a timely manner if I am on. I am still learning the aspects of this site, so if you have any kind advice or words of wisdom they're always accepted β‘
: RP Preferences :
β‘ Smut+Story > Smut > Story.
β‘ A guilty pleasure in ERP with me is the dom/brat dynamic - Hex is your best pick there.
β‘ non-con, dub-con, and consensual are acceptable.
β‘ I prefer medieval fantasy for settings, but am open to modern fantasy and sci-fi. Other settings are iffy.
β‘ I am more than happy to play at most 2 main characters at a time, so you can choose more if you desire. If I am not a fan of the dynamic proposed between my characters I will inform you and you can either rework what I don't like and we brainstorm, or settle for 1.
β‘ You are more likely to grab my attention if YC is not a human.
β‘ Most likely I will say no to playing some random woman you want me to play as.
β‘ I only ERP and RP in 3rd person and expect the same from all partners.
β‘ I do not mind idle conversation, but it will be kept vague to protect my identity
β‘ Regular chatter will not be held to the same priorities as RP plotting and actual RP.
β‘ Do not shit-post me, I expect semipara-para+ I match the muse most often to my partner.
β‘ My average response length is around 300-400, I can do more but I will struggle a bit, I also rarely do less.
β‘ Basic grammar, punctuation, and spelling is expected if you approach me. (I understand mistakes/typos happen)
β‘ RP without smut will not be considered often I am afraid.
β‘ This question has rose many times, the DnD stats on the characters aren't to hold much merit. They are only meant for insight for you all to know what each character excels with.
: Kinks and Limits :
( The maybe column is open for negotiation, things not listed are up for conversation, No's are hard limits that will not change. )
I expect the common decency of at least looking at this before approaching me.
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: Character's Available for RP : (WIP)
( Some are tailored to certain sexualities as well, so please take that into consideration depending on who you are interested in. I will not engage in sexuality play - IE a lesbian with a cis/transman. You will be ignored completely if you attempt this as well. )
: Need to Know :
I play "beastkin" as a subhuman viewed race, they're deemed as property because of this and often are used as pets. Whether or not used in sexual natures is up to and often the route of most owners. Hexalara is an assassin, so she is very elusive and agile, but everyone has their flaws and so does she. Hex has incredibly heightened senses, smell, sight, and sound. The most notable of her sensitivities being the fact her tail and cat like ears being touched/teased/roughly handled make her aroused.
Name : Hexalara Ryan DewBow
Nicknames : Hex and Kitten
Age : 22 years old
Height : 5 foot
Pronouns : She/Her
Sex : Female
Breast Size : 32 B
Sexuality : Pansexual
Race : Beastkin - Feline
Class : Rouge - Assassin
Brief Personality : Haughty, Bratty, and Fiesty
: History/Background :
( The maybe column is open for negotiation, things not listed are up for conversation, No's are hard limits that will not change. )
I expect the common decency of at least looking at this before approaching me.
F-List
: Character's Available for RP : (WIP)
( Some are tailored to certain sexualities as well, so please take that into consideration depending on who you are interested in. I will not engage in sexuality play - IE a lesbian with a cis/transman. You will be ignored completely if you attempt this as well. )
: Need to Know :
I play "beastkin" as a subhuman viewed race, they're deemed as property because of this and often are used as pets. Whether or not used in sexual natures is up to and often the route of most owners. Hexalara is an assassin, so she is very elusive and agile, but everyone has their flaws and so does she. Hex has incredibly heightened senses, smell, sight, and sound. The most notable of her sensitivities being the fact her tail and cat like ears being touched/teased/roughly handled make her aroused.
Name : Hexalara Ryan DewBow
Nicknames : Hex and Kitten
Age : 22 years old
Height : 5 foot
Pronouns : She/Her
Sex : Female
Breast Size : 32 B
Sexuality : Pansexual
Race : Beastkin - Feline
Class : Rouge - Assassin
Strength: 7
Dexterity: 19
Constitution: 12
Intelligence: 15
Wisdom: 8
Charisma: 14
Dexterity: 19
Constitution: 12
Intelligence: 15
Wisdom: 8
Charisma: 14
: History/Background :
Hex had grown up knowing fear, to hide away and not be seen in societies view. At first she hadn't understood, but the deeper understanding of her race, how those deemed superior saw them - used them. Honing the secrecy of her existence, evading the prying eyes of the world came naturally. A fateful day she'd witnessed the capture of her parents, she'd risked it all. Disregarding the precautions and prior teachings from her parents, for any chance to save them in that moment.
It had been futile. Hexalara had known that the moment her heart lurched in the loss that would be inevitable. It hadn't stopped her though; the quarrel resulting in a man dying, two in critical condition, and the feeble beastkin beaten, bleeding profusely, and bruised. They all had been ensnared into this fate now, but purposely separated... She'd been sent to a solitary room, each contact received only harboring another beating, another way to taint her body in punishment of those she'd taken. It had gone for that entire first night, but none had dared touch her lewdly. Knowing better than to sample the "merchandise" of their superior.
Hex had been deemed as insufficient for proper selling in the particular perfection based sales that were focused with the one behind this operation. Damaged goods. They'd found a more suitable route for her future blossoming into maturity, a trained killer. They intended to make the perfect assassin, beastkin were durable after all. Her spirit suited such too, that fiery personality and quiet loathing never once leaving. At times she'd never ask for mercy, fighting the punishments that would result from her beginning missions. Those moments stuck with her though and never would she slip up on her contracts in the same way. Perfecting her art, obeying those behind the murderous actions she would carry through with. Discretion always held, never leaving a trace, never any witnesses.
The trust and naive captor had loosened his grip, perhaps since Hex had been consistent for so many months. She made her escape then, breaking from the confines of that life pressed beneath another's thumb. Making a name for herself as an independent assassin. Successful had been an understatement, and she'd vowed to once return and avenge those involved with the slavers; but that day was yet to come. Hex had gone into hiding afterwards, seeking sanctuary in the darkness of any corners she could hide, in fears that they'd once again come for her. They haven't yet - but two years had passed since then when she'd started to gain reputation. The hushed whispers of a "golden kitten" making it's way around; all describing her blonde hair, golden eyes, and matching fur on her ears and tail. This was the trademarked assassin tag her contracts would address her with, but she'd never meet in person. Leaving secretive messages to her contacts where they'd have to trust her blindly and never see her in person. Something many have trusted without hesitating and been more than satisfied in the end.
Hex now lives a rouge, lone lifestyle, grifting between guilds, private contract jobs, and any coin she can manage to scrape up.
It had been futile. Hexalara had known that the moment her heart lurched in the loss that would be inevitable. It hadn't stopped her though; the quarrel resulting in a man dying, two in critical condition, and the feeble beastkin beaten, bleeding profusely, and bruised. They all had been ensnared into this fate now, but purposely separated... She'd been sent to a solitary room, each contact received only harboring another beating, another way to taint her body in punishment of those she'd taken. It had gone for that entire first night, but none had dared touch her lewdly. Knowing better than to sample the "merchandise" of their superior.
Hex had been deemed as insufficient for proper selling in the particular perfection based sales that were focused with the one behind this operation. Damaged goods. They'd found a more suitable route for her future blossoming into maturity, a trained killer. They intended to make the perfect assassin, beastkin were durable after all. Her spirit suited such too, that fiery personality and quiet loathing never once leaving. At times she'd never ask for mercy, fighting the punishments that would result from her beginning missions. Those moments stuck with her though and never would she slip up on her contracts in the same way. Perfecting her art, obeying those behind the murderous actions she would carry through with. Discretion always held, never leaving a trace, never any witnesses.
The trust and naive captor had loosened his grip, perhaps since Hex had been consistent for so many months. She made her escape then, breaking from the confines of that life pressed beneath another's thumb. Making a name for herself as an independent assassin. Successful had been an understatement, and she'd vowed to once return and avenge those involved with the slavers; but that day was yet to come. Hex had gone into hiding afterwards, seeking sanctuary in the darkness of any corners she could hide, in fears that they'd once again come for her. They haven't yet - but two years had passed since then when she'd started to gain reputation. The hushed whispers of a "golden kitten" making it's way around; all describing her blonde hair, golden eyes, and matching fur on her ears and tail. This was the trademarked assassin tag her contracts would address her with, but she'd never meet in person. Leaving secretive messages to her contacts where they'd have to trust her blindly and never see her in person. Something many have trusted without hesitating and been more than satisfied in the end.
Hex now lives a rouge, lone lifestyle, grifting between guilds, private contract jobs, and any coin she can manage to scrape up.
: Need to Know :
Rukie is cursed, which takes form as a beautiful incantation crest that is engraved on her lower abdomen over her womb. It glows when she receives mana and when she is deprived from that sustenance. I love the plot inclusion of her having a curse binding her with mana limits, she is a tiefling - one from the hells so despite being a "good at heart" person, she is plagued by these mana limits. To elaborate, she has to indulge in sexual acts to absorb mana through the "life essence" of another person. Mana deprivation, like going long periods without sating her needs for mana, she will have reactions resembling closely to heat/rut. Rukie's tail also is sensitive and prone to causing arousal with only rough handling.
This curse was given to her by an Archdevil who tricked her into an unfair deal, leaving her with this constant erotic need. He soon died in the hells soon after returning, leaving her curse without a castor claiming the power behind the curse. Making it impossible to remove with any spalls or rituals. Find a demon to release the curse, but if this is sought in rp keep in mind that infernal beings like these demons are unfair. The deal with result in something far more intense than what she is already inflicted with, which we can brainstorm.
Name : Rukie Dara
Nicknames : Rue
Age : 24 years old
Height : 5 foot 4 inches
Pronouns : She/Her
Sex : Female
Breast Size : 34 C
Sexuality : Pansexual
Race : Tiefling
Class : Bard - Monk Subclass
Strength: 6
Dexterity: 19
Constitution: 10
Intelligence: 9
Wisdom: 8
Charisma: 20
Dexterity: 19
Constitution: 10
Intelligence: 9
Wisdom: 8
Charisma: 20
: History/Background :
Born in a quaint city by an oceanside, her home was known for producing reputable ships for all sorts of customers needing reliable voyage dwellings for travel. Her father was known for his craftsmanship and outgoing personality to help all in need. That was how Rukie was brought up, learning the powers of empathy and the rewards of helping those in need regardless of if all she received was a 'thank you'.
As the years passed and she grew to maturity Rukie had gone through years of sailing, sales, and entertainment at the local pub as one of the most popular bard's around. She's set off since her father's retirement to seek out her own future in furthering her name as a singer. Many have called her: Song Keeper and even Bard of the South. Names she has lived up to each time without fail.
This all changed one fateful, naive day for the young tiefling though. After a successful performance in a much larger city, Rukie was approached by an Archdevil in disguise. At the time he went by Aldor, and that is who she grew to know him as until the grand reveal where his true form was shown. She learned two things that day: his name, Malachor, and the stipulations to an unforeseen pact that had been made on her behalf. She'd inadvertently roped herself willingly into being the experimentation pet for a lust demon, one that intended to show her all the beauties of the pleasure in pain. Little did she know once Malachor had returned to the realm of the hells, he was slain. An enemy within taking his life and leaving her curse without a sole holder - making it completely unstable without the influence of a Devil claiming the curse's power.
: Need to Know :
Fallen from her faith and divine ways she was stripped of such, her back is covered in chiseled scars that had been burned into her backside in ancient runes and languages depicting her betrayal. She is far more physical than most realize, she is lawful evil, following the laws but if she sees otherwise/things against her personal morals, she will take initiative to engage and punish those she deems worthy of it.
Her semen is unique, containing divine remanences that still remain within her. The ejaculation glows and has many potent properties we can discuss if you'd like. This is optional as well, she can have regular cum if requested.
Name : Maeve Luminara
Nickname : Mae
Age : Immortal "demi-god" but
Height : 5 foot 8 inches
Pronouns : She/Her
Sex : Hermaphrodite - Both Genitalia
Breast Size : 34 B
Phallus Size : 7 inches
Sexuality : Bisexual
Position : Switch
Race : Fallen Aasimar
Class : Fighter
Strength: 16
Dexterity: 10Constitution: 12
Intelligence: 14
Wisdom: 9
Charisma: 8
: History/Background :
wip
: Need to Know :
Tala is cursed with something much like a werewolf, but it keeps her immortal. Feeding off of her desires and sometimes forcing her to give into them in very animalistic ways. Requesting to avoid being knotted, but still indulging in her human form is accepted happily as well.
Name : Tala Harou Wulfric
Nickname : Tally
Age : Timeless - Immortal
Height : 6 foot 4 inches
Pronouns : She/Her
Sex : Futanari
Breast Size : 36 C
Phallus Size : 10 inches, add 4 when she is in beast form due to a large knot.
Sexuality : Lesbian
Position : Dom preferred
Race : Human? Werewolf?
Class : Artificer
Strength: 10
Dexterity: 14
Constitution: 16
Intelligence: 19
Wisdom: 7
Charisma: 9
Dexterity: 14
Constitution: 16
Intelligence: 19
Wisdom: 7
Charisma: 9
: History/Background :
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