A Tale to Tell

[Lady Bloody Ava]

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[b]Nickname(s):[/b] Any cool nicknames
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[b]Age:[/b] How old are you
[b]Sex:[/b] Male? Female? 
[b]Race:[/b] What are you?
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[b]Sexual Orientation:[/b] Straight? Bisexual? Pansexual? Men only? Women only?
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[CENTER][u]Story[/u]
Tell us tour tale.... [/CENTER]

[CENTER][u]How I Look[/u]
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xxxAVANGELINE MCLOFLANDxxx​

Nickname(s): Ava or Evey

Physical​

Age: 23
Sex: Female
Race: Succubus
Eye color: Green
Hair color: Black
Hair length: Shoulder length black hair
Height: Five foot seven
Weight: Unheard of
Tattoos: A serpent wound around her ankle
Piercings: A piercing through her tongue.
Scars: None
Other noticeable traits:

Psychological​

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Likes: Spanking, hair pulling, playing with breasts, giving and receiving oral, playing with strap on and dildos, being bound, foreplay, kissing, licking, nipping, biting, facials, swallowing
Dislikes: Anything toilet related
Personality: She is a very lovable girl with a hard sexy personality. She could threaten you in a heart beat and drain the life right out of you. Whether is was the good or bad way, was upon you. Sweet and kinky beyond belief.

Story
She rarely ventures outside the walls of her home and business, but somehow adventure always seems to find her. The woman held a history being a Sanguine Assassin, but now she was blissfully retired, to a degree. She's lived longer than she could remember and she made the best of her cursed life.​

How I Look
Show us how you look...

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[FutaFanatic]

xxxKaida Shinomaxxx​

Nickname(s): Prefer's to be called Kaida

Physical​

Age: 22
Sex: Futanari
Race: Half Breed (Dragon and human)
Eye color: Red
Hair color: Green
Hair length:Falls just above her rear.
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 180 lbs
Tattoos: None
Piercings: None
Scars: Three claw like scars along her entire back.
Other noticeable traits:
Whether human or dragon in appearance, her cock stands atround 10 inches long and 3 inches thick when fully erect. pure red in color with a bulbous knot at the base when at peaked pleasure. the knot itself is a good 4 inches around. Her scales that she uses as armor in human form are dark red with a green hue blended in.

Psychological​

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Likes: Just about anything. But loves spankings, , hard rough sex and creampies.
Dislikes: She only dislikes anything that belongs in the bathroom
Personality: Kaida is a straightforward kind of person. while she isn't typically hostile, she doesn't play games r bullshit around when she finds someone she likes and really wants. But to those whm she doesn't see interest in, she simply shrgs them off with a huff. While loving and genrally happy, she does have a short temper which gets her into fights mainly with males who dare challenge her skills.

Story
Kaida has become more of a wanderer and mercenary for hire, finding work from town to town. Rather thn enjoying the life of death and war like most of her kind did, she ventured off, working as an assassin for many years, serving the Late Queen of one of the great kingdoms some time ago. But when she passed away, Kaida was shunned and left to fend for herself, now being nothing more than a hand for hire.​

How I Look
Her normal attire.
When in battle or when threatened, she sheds the clothes, her crotch, breasts and thighs are covered in her scales.

 

[RocLobster]

xxx Padrin xxx​

Nickname(s): Padrin The Crimson

Physical​

Age: Believed to be in his late 70's, though refuses to confirm or deny his actual age.
Sex: Male
Race: High Elf
Eye color: Chartreuse
Hair color: Silver
Hair length: Just past shoulder length.
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 190 lbs
Tattoos: An intricate design runs across the right side of his face, neck, shoulder, wraps around his arm and extends over the right side of his ribcage. All in blank 'ink'.
Piercings: N/A
Scars: At the underside of his left breast is the scarred tissue of what must have once been a puncture wound that pierced right through his ribs and into his lungs. A matching scar at his back suggests the item that caused the trauma passed straight through him.
Other noticeable traits:
Despite his slender Elven features Padrin is quite a remarkably well built man. He adorns the muscles of a world travelled soldier like a set of armor, barely concealed beneath his chosen attire which is often snug fitting and leaves little to ones imagination. Even at his waist region does he maintain this sense of fashion, his bulging manhood sometimes seen straining to get free of the tight, linen confines. When stripped of naught but his skin it's revealed that he does in fact have an additional tattoo. A similar design of that which is on his face marks his pelvis and extends out to decorate his thick cock, twelve inches by three covered in what one can assume was a painfully made tattoo of tribal design, made all the more easily distinguished by Padrin's naturally light complexion.

Psychological​

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual (Top - Prefers feminized partners.)
Likes: Good drink, good company, sharing stories of his exploits, gambling, shows of strength (both his own and those of others), all kinds of sex so long as he isn't forced into things he doesn't like (he is quite voracious in his appetite for sex, often liking to indulge in multiple orgasms before calling it a day.) Loves retaining his dominance over his partners.
Dislikes: Pomposity, bathroom and vore play, squirrels.
Personality: Padrin is usually the quiet type, the kind of rough standing figure you see in the corner of bars and taverns sipping at a hearty drink while observing the other patrons. His work leaves him little opportunity to socialise as he must always be alert, but when he does get the chance he likes to make the most of it. He drinks as much as he can, fights as much as he can and above all else fucks as much as he can. As an ex-bandit and brute he's fathered more than his fare share of bastards in his travels (so he likes to boast when inebriated) though beneath it all he is a reformed figure from his old days living on the darker side of the law. Despite his penchant for deviance and debauchery Padrin can be quite the sweety, when given the incentive.

Story
Many years ago Padrin earned his reputation as "Padrin The Crimson", a vicious bandit who evaded capture and more importantly death while amassing a huge fortune in gold, jewellery and other precious cargo in what was dubbed by the populace as The Crimson Harvest. The odd name was attributed to his choice of attire, often seen in a set of deep red leathers said to be dye'd with human blood. The truth is far less spectacular, he used berries to make the dye. But his brutally successful campaign of blood and boon was never understated. But for all his success, it only took a short trip to send this colossus hurtling towards the ground.

To keep the tale short, the neighbouring counties where Padrin had based most of his plundering had pooled together their resources. Gathering a small army of mercenaries, bounty hunters and other parties interested in the large sum of gold attached to the elf's head. They assaulted his encampment in the dead of night, slaughtering most of his followers while the few who survived fled the scene, leaving king of bandits to be captured and shackled in iron.

The mob was too lax and sure of their victory, however. For even when bound Padrin was a dangerous creature. It didn't take him much time to escape from the band of drunken hunters and flee into the night. Having stolen the purse and sword of the guard he slew at his cell, Padrin set out into the world to start anew his search for gold and glory. Though this time, he had no intention of being captured by an angry mob. So, he took on the life of a bounty hunter. Taking on the role of those who had briefly been his captors. After all... Who better to find a ne'er-do-well, than another ne'er-do-well?​

How I Look