Lachett

Long-time roleplayer with an easygoing attitude towards things. My favorite genre is fantasy, but I've also stepped out of that realm and into different things before. My beginnings are rooted from the now mostly obscured days of IRC.

My playstyle can be kind of slow - I put alot of effort into editing stuff sometimes, but I usually don't try and take more than an eternity. I prefer to be approached if there's any interest in me!

Dom/Sub Role: Switch!

Orientation: Bisexual!

Desired RP Length: Short-termed stories!

You can see my preferences for RP in my profile, it should tell you a bit about my tastes, but I should kindly mention to you that I'm very no-limits!

I play both men and women, beast, tentacle, futanari, whatever the scene calls for, I'm just here to have fun. I'm full of color and personality! Maybe a bit too enthusiastic at times, but I hope that doesn't scare you off.

You are free to poke me in the chat if you see me, or contact me by interacting with me on my profile. You can also send me a private message. Hope you have fun!

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My characters

Evandes Holland

Occupation: Gambler, Daredevil

Nationality: Dutch

Age: 16 (Can be played older. I like to keep him around 16-20ish)

Orientation: Bisexual

Dom/Sub Role: Switch (Sub-Lean)

Just as vigorous as the unnatural wind that surrounds him, Evandes is a playful rogue whom enjoys living his life on the edge! Ante up & roll the bones! He's eager to play!!

Not only would this silver-haired boy consider himself a daring swindler, but he would also argue that he's the best thief in the world, confident in his ability to swipe not just the very ground right beneath your feet but anything else he can get his hands upon as well. Even if it were nailed to the ground, he would still try and take it! He carries himself under the guise of an entertainer, a questionably valid street-magician looking for opportunity as he charms and impresses others with what appears to be magic and flattery alike. A con, a sweeper, he talks and woos, prances and performs. He presses his luck and manipulates fate, somehow cheating unfeasible odds. Everything about him seems to be illusion and fabricate. A wildcard, a duplicate coin, wherever he goes, no matter how far, he walks in with little and comes back out with more. The lad is a true and genuine hustler!

His eccentric personality, mixed with the rest of his doll-like features beg to tell a story to those who find themselves stricken with curiosity: Silver hair, blood-red eyes, a clean complexion, as well as a face that can be kind, but at the same time, unpredictable and even a little...maddening to gaze into. There's something off about him. He seems normal, and yet, something just seems...dissonant and distanced with him. An almost magnetic, alluring pull radiates from his oddly colored eyes. Despite the charisma and confidence that he carries himself with, it feels as if something artificial and sinister is lurking inside of those eyes, eager to jump out and pull the unsuspecting into them. Kind of eerie...unsettling, perhaps?

No matter where he ends up, he always seems to lead the life of a pitiful vagrant. Quite prone to ill deeds, mischief and trickery lead this soul down many shifty paths mixed with loose moralities, but he doesn't seem to be the sort of person who likes to harm, even if he's horribly greedy and slightly sleazy. This delinquent is infatuated with trinket and treasure alike, anything that has some merit of value towards it, whatever he can use to rescue him from his constantly impoverished lifestyle, he's going to go after it, even if it endangers him! He's the exact sort of person to become seduced by power and just as easily abuse it...perhaps he's not as innocent as he wants you to believe.

Evandes is a loner. He only carries himself with the clothing on his back and a seemingly endless number of knives as his companions. He has an unusual habit of appearing without explanation and then disappearing with much of the same as he scurries around the world. A closed book. Little is known about whom he is and he seems all too eager to mislead you as much as possible. It's odd, it feels like he's hiding a secret underneath that faux smile he wears. Is he looking for something? Perhaps it's the opposite and he's running away instead? It's hard to say. He might appear grandiose, even endearing, but there's something eerily solitary and unnerving about this strange boy...

An unearthly chill follows him around and, despite his scintillating luck, misfortune and disaster have a way of finding him wherever he goes.

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Izumei Ishihara

Occupation: Assassin

Nationality: Japanese

Age: 16

Dom/Sub Role: Sub

An odd girl from an exotic land. She's been trained as a killer, yet holds the tolerance of an ox with her brash and forward personality...

Hailing from a clan of female warriors, all girls are required to enlist into the ranks of a militia at a certain age, dedicating themselves to the art of the sword. Only a handful of gifted girls make it into positions such as leaders or advisers though. This one doesn't have any of the traits desired for such roles...although, very intelligent, Izumei's hot-headed nature and brutish attitude have always placed her in a negative spotlight when sized up by her peers, and without much of a trigger, she's quick to anger despite trying her best to act calm when placed in a stressful situation. She would much rather use violence to solve her problems. A black sheep, she's always had a desire to be more than what she could be, her loyalties often shifty and only as straight as someone is willing to pay her.

Her uptight assertiveness and lack of respect for traditions exiled her from her home, though for someone like her, she didn't seem to care much and viewed this as a way to leave a secluded life behind. Truthfully, she was overworked and often held in a great prejudice due to being motherless. Much of her life revolved around trying to make do with little more than bread crumbs. Seeing no particular love for the people she was often placed around, she was quick to betray one of her own sisters in the hopes of killing her hunger or escaping to find an easier life.

A knowledge in the anatomy of bodies and the ability to comprehend a variety of situations are the biggest skills that have kept her alive for thus far. Despite bearing a relatively young age, the girl has little regard for a sense of humor aside from a dark sarcasm that springs up from time to time. It's almost as if she's been purposely propelled into adulthood before she's ever had a chance to actually live something akin to towards a normal life. Though, truthfully, this wasn't of her choosing, situation and circumstance have made her into a very tomboyish individual with the understanding it takes to step up to the plate of a rugged lifestyle. She's not a bitter person, but she is incredibly blunt and mouthy when tested.

Izumei is a small girl and was always underestimated in comparison to her peers, though her stubborn pride has had alot to say in how she's chosen to make up for those areas. A bit of a brute, she has no issue with using more direct means to fight such as martial arts. Although her preference towards combat depends on the use of a knife, she's had plenty of time to learn how to use other means of weapons as well, from firearms, all the way towards explosives and the occasional poison. The way some of these weapons have been prepared and the reckless way in which she uses them indicates that winning so much more important to her that she would gladly abandon any code of ethic to get her job done. She isn't that strong and this leaves her with a severe lack of physical size as opposed to someone who might be a bit stockier than she is, thus, she dresses as lightly as possible, being someone who prefers to move with grace and definition to her acrobatics, she usually aims to make a fatal kill so she doesn't drag an incident out for much longer than it needs to be.

Her favored garb consists of a nylon mask with a black cloak that gets accompanied by a traditional looking latex martial garb made for a girl's comfort, a bodysuit - female attributed stealth gear that allows for light movement and quick attacks when she's prowling about on a job, but underneath that mysterious guise, for how rare it is, an angelic figure lies in wait for anyone fortunate enough to see it and if she's willing enough to flaunt it.

In every sense of the word, Izumei is a true mercenary, though some might see her as little more than a common thug. She works for profit and has been shown to be deeply motivated by greed and material wealth. Even power, perhaps! Something that she can relish and gloat over. It isn't too uncommon that she would work by herself or for someone else that would value the skills of an swordsman like herself, thus she finds herself traveling the world, looking for more ways to engage not only her desire for pride, but to test her passion as a warrior.

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Iliph'dael Faralyn

Occupation: Bloodthirsty Mercenary (Cursed)

Nationality/Species: Drow

Age: Unknown

Dom/Sub Role: Switch (Dom Lean)

An elven mercenary - Cruel-hearted, Greedy & Ambitious...[/b][/color][/center] 

The elf that stands before you is tall and imposing. He's covered in muscle and scar, his scent wrought with blood and sex alike. His eyes relay this cold, maleficent sort of craze inside of them. If you stare in them long enough, true and focused, you might be able to make out out a mixed trace of emotion: Pain,  pride,  ambition, but most of all, madness. This warrior is tired and worn, it looks as if he's been through much in his life and yet, he seems to be sustained by some form of unearthly power as he shambles forward with a broken body, desecrating everything that he comes in contact with…

His name is Iliph'dael, he is one of the Drow, a race of subterranean lurkers that make their home deep beneath the earth, sealed away and kept out of sight from the rest of the world, reclusive and unacceptable of others. Like most of his ill-begotten race, he is vain, highly narcissistic and intolerable of the world beneath his perceived superiority. There's an arrogance about him that he flaunts, snickering, sneering and belittling anyone he meets, while humorously enough, ignoring his own, rotten imperfections. This man is the exact sort of monster who would be tempted by power and wouldn’t even think twice about abusing it. He is a foolish, delusional creature who only sees opportunity to exploit out of those much weaker than himself. In every sense of the word, he is little more than a tyrant who simply desires to exert his strength.

Chains drape from his body, numerous in link and sturdy in their bindings. They look as if they were, at one point, used to restrain this hulking giant. Despite this, it still looks as if he's managed to somehow break free of them. Was this man a prisoner of some sort? A criminal, perhaps? A glimmer of desire sparkles in the very same eyes that uttered such tense emotion from before. His body is ripped and defined, wide, large, muscled and great. His form is taut and layered, so proud to flex and awe, standing at a defiance to the sunlight that drenches over him with its gleaming rays, placing an emphasis upon his dark and powerful skin. A flex, a pose, and a slight groan of the furred kilt that he garbs himself with indicates that he is proud of the body he has. The vigor of a gallant stallion graces this man’s unnatural beauty, even if he appears to be little more than a savage warrior.

Scars dig deep into his body. It's possible that he may have been cast out from his home. Some sort of exile, perhaps? Expressed by how the many lashes have been dug into his back, its suggested that this may be the case. The scars might have faded, but the presence of a humiliation still remains deeply embedded into him. Runes are etched across his body. Each one looks as if it has been burned into his skin quite painfully, one right after the other. Was this done willingly or was it against his will? A horrible hiss of darkness beckons out from his gargantuan mass of a body. He moves with the elegance of a sloth, yet somehow, still seems to fight with an abnormal sense of grace, despite his many wounds. A forced and learned learnt stance, Iliphdael’s limbs appear to have been slashed in various places, ensuring that he can no longer wield a weapon properly. The chains he swings around his body are burdening and heavy, strong enough to cut a man in half with the speed at which he swings them, weaponizing them. He is unnaturally strong, fueled by something most foul, a sort of dark pact providing him with what is assumed to be an immortal body. No matter how deep he is cut or how severe he might look, something sinister is keeping him from dying...a further look and it appears as if fangs are laced along the rim of his mouth, most likely used for drawing blood. A vampire would be a proper term to mark this man with. A being who takes the lives of others in order to renew his own. 

Wherever he seems to roam, there’s a misfortune that follows him around and he brings disaster wherever he treads. He markets his love for conflict off as a mercenary, a type of soldier who eagerly sells their skill off to make a profit. However, it isn't money or treasure that Iliphdael seeks...this bloodthirsty man is after blood instead. Power, fame, title drive his purpose in the world. He seems demented, as if he's willing to do anything in his power to obtain what he wants and has very little concern for what he has to do in order to get it...

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Saewin the Fairy

Occupation: Artist, Annoyance

Age: Immortal

Role: Submissive

A fairy - Fairies are curious, fun loving and extroverted creatures with an affinity towards nature. Many of them share a common upkeep of all things that would circulate around such, having the ability to grow trees, plants and tend towards similar mannerisms of life with their blessed gifts. Being creatures who have achieved immortality, while not by their own efforts, they are made up of vast amounts of magic in their spirits, this energy, powerful, but compact, eventually gives way to a physical form. When a fairy dies, they will simply phase out of existence but the energy that makes their body up is usually able to return them to life or at least fuel the leftover magic into a different form of life.

A fairy can be expressed by the glow that forms around them, manifesting into a spherical ball of light, each species having a different color as if to exemplify the element of nature they belong to. Just as the light is bright and warm, so too does it linger onwards, leaving this trail of glistening dust behind them, an arcane mist, disappearing just as quickly as it's produced. Fairies have incredibly short attention spans and abnormally high libidos despite their ages consisting of hundreds, even perhaps, thousands of years old. They never seem to age, nor do they appear to be in a shortage of stamina. The typical fairy is often unable to keep her mind focused on one thing for too long before dropping it and moving onto something else that catches her attention, such as sex or a form of game.

This one in particular, a wind fairy, Saewin, is a bit more curious than one should be, a devious little trickster who enjoys playing pranks on others, human, fae or whatever else, even though she's relatively innocent. Her hobbies are simple, revolving around drawing and chartering maps. An impressive amount of detail, even if these are just simple pictures to her done out of boredom, many have been left aloof by her, often finding their way into the company of sea-faring travelers.

Saewin, whom speaks in a broken English, has found herself in many situations where she has been led to follow her ever-growing curiosity of foreign objects leading her to cause mischief in order to obtain such baubles, usually collected as a means to piece together utensils for her crafts, such as ink or oils, many of which are often smudged onto her small form, like any human artist might have for an indication of their passion.

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La'chett/Sahl'rael

Occupation: Druidess of Nature/ Self-Exile

Age: Unknown

Dom/Sub Role: Sub

Unlike her more vicious kindred, Sahl'rael chose to dessert from the Underdark, having been appalled by many of their brutal rituals and abdominal blood sport. A self-exile, she had decided to venture past the caverns and onto the surface world where this exotic alchemist seems to have found a forested meadow on the cross-roads between three humanly built civilizations. Living here amidst the meadows, Sahl'raeil devoted herself to being a warden of sorts: A druid who managed the upkeep of not just her home, but the borders around her meadow and even such into the walls of the cities that surrounded it. More commonly: The term medicine woman would be more accurate, as many souls have found their way lost into meadows, hurt, scorned, whatever else.

As a vector of life, her duties fall upon collecting these wayward souls and mending them however she can, using magic or natural remedy alike. The alchemist, an expert medicinal by trade has become a well-known merchant around these parts and many adventurers like to take refuge at her clinic, either for a bite to eat or a simple respite from battle...she is well-renowned for her ability to heal, either through acts of druidism or more traditional medicines.

As of late though...some odd things have been going on outside of her cottage and, ruckus from the nearby cities that overlooked her woods have become alight with activity, thus, being the curious sort, she has decided to investigate the disturbance...

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Charlotte Delinades

Occupation: Cleric

Age: 32

Dom/Sub Role: Sub

Orientation: Bisexual

A holy woman, of the cloth and a devout follower of the sword. While she might dress in the form of a Nun, she's actually an exceptional huntress who preys upon fiends for sport and purpose, making use of the many swords she dons upon her body.

Charlotte is an exorcist working on the orders of a church to help get rid of the many monsters lurking in the shadows of the world. Her work consists of both combat and study. When she isn't off crusading, this lovely blonde remains cooped inside of a library researching the many fine points of religion. This is her livelihood, a citizen from a very well-armed imperium, dedicating herself to worship and prayer, purging and wrath. She is an exorcist, trained in the art of divinity, from the ability to snuff out magic, towards the use holy fire to smite evil spirits...

A force known as ether is found naturally throughout her world. From this, a type of holy magic is molded and laced with fire, sparkling with the light of a thousand diamonds as they create a spiral of flame with the many flurries of blades she possesses, heartlessly impaling and ripping her way through her enemies on the battlefield, doing so without so much of a thought at to what fate awaits sinners in the afterlife. She would be just a normal human if she hadn't been molded into a weapon. What appears to be a rune decorates along her toned back. By the way it's been formed, it seems to have been branded into the woman, giving her an enhancement which aids her. Concealed by her robes, she is deceptively frail looking but beckons furor and an unsettling amount of sturdiness, stamina in the form of her small stature.

It's hard to believe this once simple country girl, sweet and naive, whom had lived upon the pastures of a peasant's farm would grow into such a wrathful instrument. From her country, though, this is an honor to serve God, and for a woman to be considered to fight upon his battlefield is rather exceptional, as many of them lack a man's fortitude, but it isn't entirely unheard of either. Those who get considered join the Church as a member of a united front. Naturally, she jumped at the opportunity to enter the teachings and the result transformed and inspired her and made her into a more serious and dignified individual, marching with a high sense of pride.

Recently, she has left for a voyage along with a group of other like-minded individuals, in the hopes of spreading influence through the ways of missionary work, however, she has yet to return...

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Name: Lucrisa the Stubborn

Age: N/A

Sex: Shemale

Species: Centaur

Occupation: Knight

Dom/Sub Role: Switch

Lady Havenglow is a seasoned knight working among the interests of a church, dedicated to enforcing the laws of the land. Of course, this is something that she wants you to believe. Most of this is fluff that someone has stuck inside of her head. She's actually little more than a common groundskeeper who thinks she's more than she what she is. She believes that she's too noble to do any wrong, contradicting her often violent and brutish behavior...

Seemingly good-natured, but with an awfully tentative sense of morality, she speaks in an old-styled tongue, something that was picked up and taught to her from old texts back at the abbeys; a long-forgotten sense of common that remains rarely used, but is still generally accepted among the leagues of formality. Lucrisa does her best to remain serious, but ultimately, she ends up failing miserably, subjecting her to some sort of comedic quirk. Watch out, though! She might be dense, but once she gets something on her mind, it becomes nigh impossible to dissuade her from it even if it might seem like a bad idea! She's not the most gifted Centaur there is, being quite gullible and ill-witted because of her low intelligence, but, at the very least, if nothing else, she is sturdy and loyal.

Like most Centaur, Lucrisa possesses an extraordinary amount of stamina and bravery, bearing the hearty competence of a steed with the devotion of a knight. Clad in a strong steel made to take a number of blows, she tramples her enemies down with a rather unwieldy warhammer that she favors using: With her size, spirit and Herculean strength, this tool can level trees and entire buildings down with ease! Yikes! She must be really strong! Being a Paladin-based soldier, Lucrisa also possesses the ability to wield a heavenly magic that's centered around the merits of healing and protection. Of course, that is assuming that her mana remains in one piece, something she uses as a resource to cast spells. All of this would be rather useful if she were a bit smarter, but it remains hardly worth of any reliance to this dense-headed brute. Most of the time, she forgets she even has it!

War is the only thing someone a creature like Lucrisa really knows how to do correctly. An extremely tenacious woman, Lady Havenglow fights and follows orders based on the direction of her superiors. Sometimes this might include activity in a purge, a witch hunt, if she's lucky, but most of the time, she is stuck with the nuisance of dealing with bandits or sorting out petty crimes. 

This is a very stupid creature. Surely, you wouldn't allow yourself to lose to someone like this, right? That equine member resting on those two gigantically-endowed, great obsidian balls looks like it could hurt...

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Vyrere the Naga:

Sexuality: Bi - Female Preference

Role: Mostly Dominant

Vyrere is a naga who lives on the reaches of a tropical island, forested and sheltered not too far off from from the shores of a series of human inhabited trading colonies, ripe with opportunity, but most importantly, naive mercenaries who have made her life quite luxurious as far as exotic monsterkin go, mostly in the sense of arrogant and inexperienced adventurers who end up paying her a visit. In every sense of the word, she's a predator, and the obvious glamour of treasure has intentionally been placed there to attract foolish prey, usually in the form of the occasional adventurer who comes to her home in search of riches, glory or whatever nonsense they seem to have in their head to end, causing her to take on an unwilling guest in the hopes that she can make an example of them. She doesn't usually try to be, but lonesome life as a solitary predator has molded her into having an aggressive and territorial nature about herself. Anyone or anything that she catches usually ends up staying there with her, her claim being dominance and ownership over the subject in nature. She's very clingy of her possessions and often times, will not only take anything the intruder has, but the intruder as well.

Locals have come to know of her presence as a warning or omen to steer clear of her little island, meeting her prey with an intimidating demeanor and a speed just as scary to match up to it. Usually, those who seem to get caught by her have to worry about spending the rest of their days within her long and very hot coils. Being immortal means that she isn't in any hurry to leave and most certainly isn't going to die anytime soon, being as cunning and graceful as she is. It could be said that she's a very lonely predator by nature and has a tendency to seek out a companion of whom she would be able to spend the rest of her days and ease her boredom with. What makes her even more terrifying is the fact that she boasts an odd knack of being possessive towards the point of where it could be considered unhealthy by normal human terms. Anyone caught within those stalwart coils is usually kept there no matter what. She wants to be near the object of her affection regardless of what happens. Most prey run a hefty risk of being kept there for the rest of their life...and unfortunately, she can become extremely jealous to the point of where she's displayed lethal behavior over her playthings, going so far as to kill in order to get them back...and she usually doesn't stop until she either gets herself killed in the process or gets her love back.

Her bodily structure for her top looks to be quite frail, but at a closer glance, she seems to be very lithe, toned and healthy. She doesn't look too muscular up there as opposed to being gentle and appealing to the eye. What she loses in that part of her body, though, she makes up for in her lower part which is nothing -but- muscle. Scales that are as smooth as silk and thousands, if not millions of muscles that make up the expanse of her tail which is quite lengthy in terms of measurements. It surpasses that of over at least three fully grown average humans and even goes on for miles when uncoiled and resembles an ominous, endless spiral when it's coiled up. It's also quite thick in terms of width, about the size of an average human's belly. Her skin is made up of a pale and purplish color that is more reminiscent to that of ice...while her lower coils seem to be a much darker purple. The fine difference between the two that keeps them from clashing is where her firm, but heart-shaped butt can be seen until it sort of melds with a fusion of scale and skin.

She can be a fearsome opponent to face, but is generally not that big of a deal for the more disciplined heroes who cross her path. Aside from a crushing pressure that's able to snap bones in half and a speed that seems highly unnatural to begin with, she actually possesses some of the more unorthodox and arcane abilities to bring her foes to their knees...such as hypnotism, an arcane ability that's able to seduce and carve others into her loyal and loving slaves, petrification in more dire situations or, when it comes to more biological aspects, poison that can be used to subdue, entrance or kill if enough is administered. It doubles as not only a potent aphrodisiac, but a lethal toxin in enough quantity. She prefers to ambush her prey from the shadows, choosing to remain quiet and hidden, taking advantage of them when they're distracted.

The island she lives on has been mostly isolated and respected as per her negotiations with the humans in the colonies around her but that agreement is still violated from time to time with the more grittier adventurers or foreign daredevils who might be seeking her out on a bounty or bragging right or with the hopes of stealing from her...