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Pahndora's Box of Characters​
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[Fantasy]
Lars Derturm
Annabelle Montaigne
Kalurin Narlak
Nalora Bijor
Viktori
Rosamund "Rose" Norbella
Petra Jager
Iselwyn
Noradrel "Nord" Wolsey
Rhelvienne Qinsatra
Valindra Palar

[Modern]
Jerome "Jay" Phipps
Esteban "Ben" Tenorio
Isobel Campbell
Maryam Jindal
Maki Rin [マキ リン]
Vivienne Alexander
Aidan Blake Vinson
Mona Isolde Cadwallader

[Sci-Fi]
Frances DeConnick
Jack Owens

[Supernatural/Superhuman]
Misaki Watanabe
Jacklyn Porter
Helena Torres
Mutsumi Itsuki [睦 いつき]
Petronne Jean
Geneviève Lapierre

 

Pahn

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Fantasy, romance, slice of life, anti-hero stories, "you're our only hope", fandom non-canons, soft scifi, transhumanism, magical girls, horror, suspense / mystery, monster girls, fractured fairytales
Locked up in a tower, prisoner of a witch... At least his hair is fucking fabulous.
Roleplay: Silly Salad

Character Name Lars Derturm
Gender Male
Age 19
Occupation Prisoner of a tower
Strengths
Has really beautiful hair. surprisingly strong for someone living in a tower
Weaknesses
Vain, dismissive
General Appearance
Standing at about 5'10, Lars has beautiful long blond hair that is about five times his own height. He prefers dressing in fine clothes (purple is amongst his favourite colours) and spends ridiculous amounts of time taking care of his hair to keep it smooth and shiny. His eyes are an icy blue.
Talents
Excels at puzzles
Inabilities
Getting along with other people is really difficult for Lars
Fears
Leaving the tower, he thinks he'll be hunted down by those jealous of his beautiful hair.
General Personality
Lars comes off as a stubborn idiot. He's well-read and enjoys word puzzles a lot. He puts most of his efforts in looking as handsome as possible, clearly using that as a shield to prevent anyone from getting too close to him.
Inner Personality
In truth, Lars is very insecure about the world outside his tower. He has never left, and while he comes off strong and stubborn, he's simply afraid that his ideas and worldviews will be shattered. He also fears being utterly alone, but is unable to get passed his own inability to make friends or even simply being nice.
History
Lars' parents were poor villagers who lived in a run-down cottage next to an older woman. The villagers whispered she was some kind of witch, and her garden was so luscious and green, it made their mouths water. Lars' mother became pregnant with him, and the vegetables in the garden looks so sweet and forbidden, she convinced her husband to sneak in to steal a couple things to make the most delicious salad ever.

This kept on going for months, and the witch watched them from a darkened window the whole time. One day, just a month before the mother was due, the witch came out of her house and scolded the father. As she was about to curse him for stealing from her precious garden for months, the man pleaded for his life and told her his wife was pregnant and had cravings for those wonderful greens. The witch made him swear to give her their child in exchange for access to her garden for as long as the wife was pregnant. The man agreed and rushed home, never telling his wife the whole truth.

Once Lars was born, not even a week later the witch appeared at their doorstep, demanding the child. The mother cried and cried, begging the witch to let her visit her baby at least once a month. The witch refused as this was not part of the bargain she took with the father. Devastated, the two parents stormed the witch's garden and stole every last green vegetable. The witch was full of spite and anger and stormed out of the village, never to be seen again.

A tower was magically built in the middle of the forest, and that is where little Lars grew up. There was no way in or out except for a single window. The witch would transform into a crow to come and go, but as she got older her powers diminished and she trained the boy to let down his hair and bring her up. He grew more handsome through his teenage years, and the witch managed to save some of her powers to keep an eternally youthful appearance, until one day Lars professed his love for her. The witch, celebrating the evil deeds she had accomplished, told the boy she would allow him to court her and marry her when he turned 21.

Now, she leaves for days at a time and when she comes back, she makes Lars sleep for the night to prevent him from wanting to get close to her.
 

Pahn

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They say she's a funny girl, that Belle.
Roleplay: Beauty and the Beast

Name: Annabelle "Belle" Montaigne

Age: 19

Appearance: Belle is particularly pretty. Her skin is a pale white while her hair is a medium brown. Her lips are full and she often has that dreamy air about her that make others curious about her person. Her clothes are mostly out-of-fashion, as she doesn't really care what she wears as long as it's not indecent.

Occupation: She assists her father on various clerical tasks, from book-keeping to fixing little trinkets here and there.

Bio: Annabelle Montaigne is regarded as one of the strangest yet most beautiful maidens of their small village in England. In the middle of the Victorian era (or La Belle Époque in France), the flourishing of the arts and literature was what Belle grew up in while she was a child in Paris. The young girl was a free spirit from early on and it was to no one's surprise that she was much more interested in books than the high society.

When they moved to England after Belle's mother's death, the times were incredibly hard on the young woman. Her broken English and provincial French accent made it nearly impossible to fit in with the other young ladies of their new town. It didn't particularly bother her, but her father quickly despaired that she would never find a kind husband. Her only friends were the librarian from her favourite bookstore, and the old spinster who lived with her dying father on the same street.


Hexcode: #582

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Half-orc lady waiting for someone to kiss her stiletto shoes.
Roleplay: Veiled Intentions
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Name: Kalurin Narlak

Race: Half-orc

Age: 27

Occupation: Web designer, part-time boxing trainer.

Bio: Kalurin works at home as a freelance web designer, and in the last few years she has been successful enough to indulge in a higher-end lifestyle. She also teaches at a supernatural-friendly boxing and MMA center, and while she did competitive boxing as a teenager, now she focuses more on training others. In the bedroom, she is very much into bondage and is mainly dominant. She enjoys going after stronger men than herself, and using her fighting techniques to overpower them and bind them to her will. She has a romantic nature however, and despite her aggressiveness she likes to care for her partners and enjoys little attentions. She isn't entirely new to the Blindfold Club, but she is still looking for the perfect partner. Kalurin is 5'11 (180 cm) with a strong build, broad shoulers and defined muscles that speak of hours of training. She wears her hair in dreadlocks, and glamours her skin and large lower-jaw teeth when she is in public.

Hexcode: #680
 

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Bratty elf in need of a good spanking.
Roleplay: Veiled Intentions

Name: Nalora Bijor

Race: Elf

Age: 65

Occupation: Owner of a small antique store, inheritted from her parents: Bijoux Chez Bijor

Bio: Nalora works at her store most days, not getting lots of time to herself. She loves it though, and the shop sign is glamoured -- non-human beings can see a little symbol that it's supernatural / non-human friendly. In the bedroom, Nalora is mostly submissive and loves pain. She's bratty and playful, and always makes sure her partner is having as much fun as she is. She's been a member of the Blindfold Club for almost a year now, and she's enjoyed most of her mysterious partners and has never went back there with the same one more than half a dozen times. In terms of physical appearance, she is svelte and stands at 5'7 (170 cm), has grey eyes and she uses glamour to hide the pointy tips of her ears when she's out in the open. Her thick brown hair is more often than not braided to the side loosely. She has a scar on her forehead which she usually tries to glamour at all times.

Hexcode: #D61
 

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Blood Mage Gladiator - fierce and ruthless.

Viktori

Age
27

Gender
Female

Race
Half-Elf

Class
Blood Gladiator (Warrior + Spellsword)

Blood is the source of all life. To be proficient in Blood Magic is not a feat all magic users are capable of. It requires an inner strength to keep demons and spirits at bay, to keep one’s own mind sane. To acquire more blood, there is no better place than a battlefield – or as city peasants would call it, the arena. To be a blood mage and gladiator was to put on some of the most gruesome shows. Showers of red, the smell of iron and sweat, the cheers of the drunk crowd in an intimate duet with the screams of the gladiators’ croaked voices. As any spellsword would in the fatal arena, a Blood Gladiator has the possibility to use the blood of their opponents and use it to replenish those they are assisting. They must also learn how to fight off the other spellswords, all the while supporting the main gladiator and providing entertainment. The more coins they brought in, the less likely they would be fed to fighters out of their league. This requires an extraordinary amount of concentration, stamina, and brute strength. Many more experienced spellswords would argue that being flashy drains more energy than necessary, and it is true – without proper sleep and food, a Blood Gladiator does not do well in the arena and thus risks stumbling upon their own death. They rarely strike to kill, but instead to wound and this can cause for bad surprises.

In summary:
Blood Gladiators are gladiator-born spellswords who have mastered the magical art of blood magic. The more blood there is that does not belong to them, the better they perform. They may also use their mana for other minor spells. They are cruel with a blade, but not deadly.

Appearance
Viktori has the slender build of an elf, but she is relatively tall. She has surprising force for someone her size, and under her lean muscles there isn’t much fat to be found. Her feminine curves are not easily distinguished under her armour because of that, though if she were to wear female civilian clothes, there would be no doubt she was a woman. Her hair is long and black, reaching the lower part of her back. She keeps it up in a high bun, foreign strands held back by her leather headband. Many scars can be found on her body, a result of a slave’s life and being in the arena for so long. Her face is surprisingly spared, and one would say that she has a savage beauty, with dark green eyes that are never tender. Though she tries to hide those most of the time, Viktori’s ears are a constant reminder of her elvish heritage.

Equipment
• Short sword
• Large iron ring with an empty gem-like hollow stone.
• Arena battle garments: tough leather top, sleeveless; tough leather pants. Leather boots that reach to her knees.
• Outside battle garments: linen coat toughened with a leather layer, with furs sewn to make a hood. Same leather boots and pants. Light leather gloves.
• Worn, filthy leather headband.
• Dirty silk sash, red, worn around her waist almost at all times.
• Traveling backpack containing: an unfinished map of Elliria, with a focus on the Republic of Sotis and Morcrest; waterskin; clean linen strips; written proof of her liberation; flint; whetstone; few days’ worth of rations.


Position on Magic
Pro-Magic, strong supporter of profane magic


Time with the Wardens
2 months



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Low


Blood (Major)

Keep on Living | Using the blood of enemies, opponents, or simply people she does not like, Viktori will restore the life force of those she is supporting. She cannot support more than two people at once.

Bloody Heart on a Sleeve | Using most likely the blood of her foes, Viktori can amass a large amount of it to create a permanent shield of coagulated blood. It isn’t a hard surface, so any swords or arrows will remain stuck in it and only she can control the mass to push the items out of it. She can either create one large shield (that sticks to someone’s arm) and is three feet wide/long, or three smaller shields for three different people, no larger than 12 inches in diameter.


Illusion (Minor)

Death Welcomes You | As an illusion spell, this one causes the recipient to no longer fear death: it dampens the fear of dying for no longer then one hour. How they react is not part of the spell however. It can cause some people to be desperate and try their hardest to survive, or it can cause some to be close to suicidal. Viktori does not use this spell very often, unless she knows how the other person will react. It can only be casted on one person at a time.
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Strengths | | Weaknesses

+ Iron Will | Even though she practices profane magic, Viktori has trained for years on keeping an iron grip on her mind. She will still be more vulnerable to possessions compared to other arcane magic users, but will be better at resisting it than full practitioners of dark magic.
+ Die Another Day | The woman has an extremely high tolerance for pain. She has above average athleticism and is capable of fighting for long periods of time or until she cannot see what she is doing.
+ A Blade Called Toka | Viktori’s small size prevents her from wielding big blades, and so she has taken to heart to master the use of her short sword, Toka. It was given to her by Gregnan and she has used it even since. Her agility with it is surprising, and it truly looks like the blade is an extension of her arm.

- Warm Hands, Cold Heart | Empathy, kindness, selflessness are not things that come naturally for Viktori. She can be harsh and holds high expectations for herself and everyone without exception. She is cruel to her enemies when fighting, and she will more often than not offer a messy death to those she has defeated.
- Eyes That Can’t See | With the extremely frequent use of her blood magic, Viktori has taken a physical toll of her efforts. The veins in her eyes are strained, and at times they will completely blind her after she has exerted a huge amount of magic and physical activity. On regular days, she can see just fine.
- Books and Bricks | She is highly uneducated. She cannot read, write, talk in other languages than the common tongue. She has no knowledge about etiquette or good manners, or honour for that matter.



Personality

Viktori is used to being in the shadows, on the sidelines. She is very aggressive, much like a feral cat, and has immense faith in her abilities. Her arrogance is pretty obvious, even for those who don’t know her, and that can easily be the cause of disagreements with other members of a group. The advantage of this trait, however, is how dependable Viktori is. She will never stop fighting, and will not leave behind her friends and family. She may come off as cold, but through her stoicism she cares immensely about those who have been nice to her. This tends to make her a bit naïve and she can easily mistake romantic advances for kindness, since she has never been with a man before.


Biography

Viktori was born a slave, like her mother before her. She doesn’t know who her father is, only that he might have been an elf, and a slave. Her mother was young, and died moments after the birth of her second child two years later – her brother, Ordeth. It was a few years before Viktori knew more about the world she lived in. They lived in the Republic of Sotis, part of a greater kingdom, Elliria. She was prejudiced against because of her smaller build, and it didn’t take long for her brother to overgrow her. Most of her younger years, she spent them being an errand girl for the family who had owned her mother.

Around her tenth birthday, Viktori began to display signs of magical abilities. Whenever blood was in her vicinity, she couldn’t control herself and would replenish her own life force. This quickly became very awkward for the ladies of the house, and soon enough Viktori and her brother were sold to the highest bidder. They were both relatively healthy and Ordeth was incredibly strong, which meant the wealthy enthusiasts of the arena would have been more than excited about the duo. They were bought by a kind man, Gregnan, and he trained them on the gladiator performance art. A mysterious woman, whom Viktori never learned the name of, taught her how to better make use of her magic, and how to access her small pool of mana. She learned how to keep her heart and mind focused, free of any kind of evil temptations.

After two years of training, Viktori was then thirteen, Ordeth and she went put through their first match. Since the fighters were mostly still teenagers and in training, they were not fighting death matches. This allowed the siblings to improve their skills and by the ages of 19 and 17, they had been scouted multiple times to finally be bought by one of the wealthiest owners in the arena. He was much less kind than Gregnan, and to this day she nurtures a profound dislike for the man. They trained and fought ruthlessly for years, and they slowly became the best breadwinners in the arena. Viktori and Ordeth were treated better than the other slaves, but the young woman was convinced she had earned this new respect. As it was getting to her head, her arrogance began to dig a steep gulley between her and her brother. It wasn’t until she met death face in the corner of her eye that she fell back down on her knees: she had overestimated her own remaining life force, and had tried to restore some of Ordeth’s, nearly killing herself and bringing her mind to the dark edges of another world.

A few months ago, she and Ordeth were offered their freedom by their owner… paid by the king himself. It seems he had some of his men watching the matches and scouting exceptional fighters, and it was reported that they would be a good addition to the King’s Wardens. They were a one-of-a-kind duo, unmatched in the arena. Viktori was grateful for another purpose in life, as gladiators did not live very long…
 

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Little Red Riding Hood is re-imagined in a much darker tale.




Name: Rosamund "Red / Rose" Norbella

Age: 20


Appearance: Rosamund's skin is ivory and she doesn't seem to be affected by the woes of puberty. She is petite and just barely over five feet five, with small breasts and a thin waist. Her eyes are large and dark green, almost brown, and a few freckles are sprinkled across her nose and cheeks. She has medium-length thick brown hair, low enough to cover her collarbones. She wears a bright red hood on her travels, which earned her the nickname "Red" from strangers.


Occupation: Caretaker


Bio: Rosamund was born on the outskirts of a small, isolated village and was the single child of the little family. Her mother died in childbirth, while her father was a lumberjack and gone most of the time on various jobs through the forest. The little girl learned to live by herself at a very young age, and she was beloved by all those who lived in the village. She went around from home to home, helping out with basic chores in exchange for a meal. It wasn't long until this became her life's purpose; helping out the elderly and the sick, and everyone absolutely loved her for it. For her sixteenth birthday, one of her favourite "grandmothers" gifted her a heavy and warm red cloak. It had a hood and she could fasten it tight to keep the heat in when it was cold. It earned her the nickname "red riding hood", something she happily accepted, and eventually most people stopped called her Rose or Rosamund, and she became "little Red". Once she turned eightteen, many boys her age attempted to court her or sought her attention, but she was pure of heart and felt no need to pursue such intentions -- in truth she was afraid that it would be a death sentence, just like her mother.


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Renown herbalist, retired adventuring ranger.


Name: Petra Jager

Age: 40

Occupation: Adventurer, about to retire

Fighting style: Ranger / Rogue: Petra is an exceptional archer. She can hunter and set traps for either enemies or small game. She knows a lot about the flora and fauna across most of the continent, as she has travelled more than any commoner could imagine. She is skilled with daggers, and thanks to her hunting skills, sneaking is something she is good at. She can both make poisons and “healthy” potions. She is not very good in face-to-face melee combat.

Appearance: Petra is known to be an incredibly beautiful woman. Many think she might even have elven blood, but none have ever gotten proof of that. Her body is slender and tall, her hips relatively prominent with breasts to match. She has an ugly scar on her cheek, grazing above her jaw but just below her cheekbone; her eyes are a piercing blue-green, though with time the light in them has dimmed a little. She tends to wear her ginger hair a bit messy, tying up only the first hair while the rest runs down her back and over her shoulders. She wears a leather armour, along with belts and straps to keep her quiver in place and her daggers tight to her waist. A worn, teal-but-previously-royal-blue cloak sits on her shoulders permanently, held together by a six-pointed star pin.

Brief history: Petra Jager was born in a family of herbalists who lived new the big city of Varden. From a very young age, she was taught the art of hunting, game trapping, and fishing. She proved to excel in those activities much more than her two brothers, but because she was a girl, the merchant art was not something taught to her. Instead, she learned all about herbs and potions, which is what distinguishes her from other rangers today. She made friends with a young priest, Fredrik, and was convinced to join the adventuring group called the Crimson Wyverns. She was one of the youngest members at the time, but now she is their eldest. She was close to one of the members for a few years, until he left without a word and never contacted her again, causing her to be devastated. After that, Petra never really let anyone get very close to her and kept most men at arm’s length, and women in her bed. She still enjoys the company of men for hot torrid encounters, but only when she knows they will never see each other again. Now, she hears her old flame is back in town with a promise of a last adventure together, just as she was about to retire from adventuring.
 
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Naughty tiefling bandit lady with a heart of gold.



Iselwyn
Age: 18

Race: Tiefling

Role: Outlaw, liberated whore

Allegiance: Grey Hoods

Bio: Like many other lost girls in Islamyria, Iselwyn’s life began in chaos and brothels. Her mother was a performer, very high in demand, at the Shivering Quiver. She would cater to all kinds of dark fetishes and she would frequently come home bruised and bleeding. Iselwyn never really knew what kind of things her mother did, and even as a child, she never inquires. Her father was long gone, like he had never existed to begin with, but her mother swore that he was the love of her life and not just another patron.

One night when she was just thirteen, some drunk men bursted in their small home with swords and their cocks out, wanting to take her mother there and then, and forcing Iselwyn to watch. She was horrified, but after the fourth man the young girl blacked out and she retrieved in a safe corner of her mind. All she remembers is waking up at the Shivering Quiver, and being enslaved to one of the owners who promoted her as “young and fresh”. Men and women alike thirsted after her, since she was a tiefling with exquisite pale skin and flaming red hair, a rarity in their location. Her ebony horns and scaled tail were another one of her favoured traits, and before she was even sixteen, the girl had been completely transformed into a new person. She was feisty and nearly always tried to give her customers a fight for their coin, but it seemed that this only attracted a new kind of clientele, more vicious.

Iselwyn was transferred to the Captive Queen, as her rebellious nature was more fitting for the kind of needs this establishment catered to. This went on for almost a year, where the poor girl was becoming one of the favourites despite herself. She swore that she would escape one day, but that day never seemed to come. On the contrary, it was the Grey Hoods that stormed in one night and liberated all the unwilling modern slaves. As soon as she saw Sinreth Varlock, Iselwyn latched her entire existence onto him and clung to his side as they made their way back to their forest camp.

On the dawn of her seventeenth year, the young tiefling had found herself a new home. She was far from accustomed to such a free existence, and she was constantly shocked at how everyone was treated with camaraderie and respect. She learned how to cook and sew clothes, and it took her almost a year before she was able to relax when faced with any kind of sexual situation. The bandits lounged and fucked anywhere they wanted, and as much as there was no order, Iselwyn thought this kind of gentle chaos was the best life anyone could ever wish for. She didn’t participate in the heists or missions, remaining behind to keep an eye on the camp and acclimate herself to this new life.

The tiefling was fond of one of the younger boys, he was about her age, but she never really acted on her feelings. He was a virgin, something she had forgotten was even possible for a guy his age, but found it somewhat endearing. She participated in the teasing, and one night where she had drunk more wine than intended, she finally mustered up the courage to share an intimate night with one of the bandits. It was so different from what she had been used to from an early age, where sex was violent and rarely pleasurable for herself; and yet, her lover made her scream into the night with gusto. The next morning was terribly embarrassing, but she felt both relieved and more confident and trusting of her companions. Sex was suddenly something she absolutely enjoyed, so long as she had a little bit of alcohol in her body, and her skills served to impress more than one outlaw buddy.

Hexcode: #CC0011
 
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Obsessed but loyal Royal Guard of Farenthaes.


Noradrel “Nord” Wolsey

Age: 41

Race: Human

Role: Personal Royal Guard

Allegiance: Farenthaes

Bio: Noradrel Redyn was born in a small farming settlement close to the mountains, in northern Farenthaes. His parents were immensely devout to Hisani the fertility goddess, and so he has almost a dozen brothers and sisters. Nord’s childhood is relatively unremarkable, though he was skilled from a young age with a sword. The family farm was sufficiently manned what with all the kids, so Noradrel was granted by his mother an official leave. The young man, at 16, left for the city to become a guard.

The training to become a guard seemed quite easy at the time. Nord was young and full of energy, with a calm temperament that was greatly appreciated by his trainers and superiors. The years spent plowing fields and breaking his back during the harvest had prepared him for intense work-outs, but it was nothing compared to how much endurance the young man had already acquired compared to his human comrades. Unsurprisingly, this made him very popular despite his quiet nature. Nord had heard that the commoners and nobles inside the city were a lot more promiscuous and open than the people from his village, but it was still surprising to see all the men and women who flirted openly with him. He thought it was rather embarrassing and not at all flattering at first, but he eventually become more accustomed to the life in the city, and soon enough he had a handful of lovers. The young guard was a fantastic lover, gifted as some would say, but even as he neared his twenty-fifth anniversary, he had yet to find the woman he would wed.

Nord was a strong believer of love, and was quite repulsed at the idea of marrying someone that he had no strong feelings for. While it is frowned upon to wed later than 25 for humans, the guard slipped along with his life of multiple lovers. He was greatly valued among the other city guards, and his honestly combined with a gentle heart seemed to give him an unspoken pass to remain a bachelor. Years passed, and still Nord was living an exciting life with four different partners, most much younger than him. He had grown fond of the four women, but he was stubbornly waiting until he would meet the love of his life.

And she did arrive. A bit late and ragged, but Nord knew she would be the one the moment he saw her. She was much younger, just over twenty and he was already thirty-five, but their chemistry was what the man had yearned for all his life. Zofina Wolsey had arrived alone from a merchant transport from Islamyria, all tanned skinned and raven haired. She wore clothes typical of the fashion from the Southern kingdom, and suddenly Nord was infatuated with such an exotic beauty. He abandoned his old ways and ended his relationships to concentrate solely on Zofina. Under a year, they were married, and Nord was given some leave time from guard duty to spend time with his new wife at his family home. This was highly unconventional, as usually he would be accepted in his new family, but according to Zofina she was all alone in the world, so there was no family to be accepted into. His parents loved his wife, and his sisters congratulated him on finding such a strong woman to spend his life with.

Nord and Zofina spent the next years living together in a village not too far from the city. The 38 year-old man had been promoted to Royal Guard, and was now leading a group of guards. The couple were trying to conceive but his wife was not a believer of Hisani, which meant his numerous prayers to her were fruitless. Zofina promised Nord that she was not sterile, and could bear children, but he was slowly making peace with the fact that he might have taken too long to start a family. It was nothing short of a miracle when she announced him she had not bled for two months and it surely meant that they had both succeeded. Without waiting, they visited local healers and midwives to ascertain the pregnancy: Zofina was indeed with child! Nord thought this might be the happiest day of his life, he cried and made love to his wife through the night.

Everyday, Nord would place his hand on his wife’s belly and kiss it as he whispered “Bless Hisani”. Months went by and the woman’s belly was round and heavy, and Nord thought he had everything he could ever wish for, that he was pretty much topping the summum of his happiness.

Zofina was almost nine months pregnant when it happened. No one really knows how it happened, only that it was one of the biggest tragedies the village had ever witnessed. Nord was on duty and there had been a tavern fight in the next village that had turned out violent enough that backup from neighboring villages was required. It was the middle of the night and he was almost an hour away from his home when a guard from his village arrived on horseback, heaving and almost crying, to tell him what had happened. His house had caught fire, and was nearly burnt to the ground. Zofina was supposedly trapped inside, but her body was never found.

Fueled by sorrow, Nord went on a rampage for months trying to find his wife and child, breaking in every pleasure house and suspicious place he could lay his eyes on. Devastated, the Royal Guard left everything behind and went back to working in the city, in hopes to hear rumours about anyone matching Zofina’s description. When he heard about the recruitment for a personal guard for Princess Rhelvienne’s trip to Islamyria, he instantly signed up and used his experience as loyalty to the crown to become a prime candidate. He kept his motives quiet and made sure those who were on the Parley were unaware of the path of debauchery he had set himself on in the last years.

To this day, he keeps his lost wife’s half-burnt red scarf around his neck.


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Rhelvienne Qinsatra

Age: 32

Race: Dark Elf

Role: Royal Princess, second in line, political bride for the Prince of Islamyria

Allegiance: Farenthaes

Bio: Rhelvienne is the second daughter of the Queen Anarzi of Farenthaes. She was born just shy of five years after her eldest sister, Lithoniel. Her childhood is filled with happy memories of herself and Lithoniel playing in the fields, their ash-coloured hair loose and their dresses covered in mud. Their mother was extremely busy with her royal duties, and so Rhelvienne grew very close to her father. He was a kind and funny man, and he taught his daughters all about art, especially wood carving. It was not a popular art anymore, but the figurines he crafted were amongst the most beautiful toys the girls ever owned. Rhelvienne was relatively clumsy with her hands, and it was deemed better for the state of her hands if she was kept away from sharp objects for a while.

The princess loved music, she would sneak in the servants’ quarters and listen to them play the flute and sometimes even the lute. She was fascinated by the sounds it made and how it seemed to tickle her ears when a particularly gentle tune was played. When she asked her father, the king, why she couldn’t play an instrument as well, he brushed her off and stated that music was for peasants and lowly servants, and he forbade her from sneaking down there again. The princess was devastated and could not imagine how something so beautiful was not within hand’s reach. Not entirely giving up but instead choosing to spend her efforts on something else, Rhelvienne focused on poetry and singing instead - which, for her, was still music but in a completely different light.

Aside from her artistic pursuits, Rhelvienne was fascinated by the castle’s voluminous library. It contained law books, fiction novels, encyclopedias from across the continent, lore books and ancestry recordings. The princes would end up spending most of her time there, reading and singing to herself, while her older sister was receiving a more proper education to become a ruler one day. She became well versed in all kinds of topics, from history to literature, and the princess eventually earned the reputation of a blabbermouth. Her tutors encouraged her to attend reading circles and debate groups, which consisted mostly of nobles, and it was there that Rhelvienne truly felt at home. She would bring over books from the royal library and read them out loud for the others, as the library was a restricted area.

It was there that Rhelvienne met most of her lovers. She was not very interested in men for a long time, and thankfully for her most of the reading circles consisted of highly educated noble women. Sometimes, a few of them would stay after the meetings were over, and move to another room to engage in sexual activities that could frequently lasted a few hours. Rhelvienne was a generous lover, preferring to give rather than receive pleasure, and she made sure everyone got their turn. The princess had sex with a few men in her late twenties, but they lacked the passion and dedication of the women she had spent her time with previously.

When her thirtieth birthday approached, high nobles visited the castle and attempted to court Rhelvienne, without much success. Her mother was urging her to pick a docile man, but she needed someone who could entertain her and her crazy ideas. A few months passed, and suddenly there was a change in plans: the queen had to re-negotiate her treaty with the king of Islamyria, and the king had a son - to which Rhelvienne was being bartered to marry when he would be of age. Being scholarly about politics and political marriages from the past, Rhelvienne accepted her fate and began studying any books pertaining to Islamyria.

The princess was apprehensive of the culture shock she would surely experience, since she had been raised in a heavily matriarchal family mindset. She was mentally preparing herself to lose her family’s name, and hoped that at least the prince was kind and educated. For two years, she struggled with the conflicting cultures, and she ultimately decided that she would not change for anyone - they would have to accept her as she was, wild and stubborn. Nonetheless, she took her destiny seriously, and would follow through the path her mother the Queen has set forth for her.

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Valindra Palar

Age 40
Race Half-Elf
Role in Royal Household Queen Ryllae’s Lady’s Maid
Biography Valindra Palar has been a servant her entire life, just like her human mother before her, Faolyna Palar. Her mother was from another kingdom, where humans ruled, and which was the latest one to be at war with the Mordithas family. Elven soldiers pillaged and took prisoner most of the healthy-looking men and women, and made them into labourers and slaves. During one of the troops’ particularly celebratory nights, a few drunk soldiers found their way in the pen where the captives were being held. Faolyna was a beautiful woman, with heavenly curves that would make any man dream. Months later, she would find herself pregnant, and gave birth to a half-elf girl. Valindra inherited of the more svelte figure of her elven genitor, but her soft green eyes, full lips and tanned skin had been passed along from her mother. Her ears were much smaller than those of regular elves, but she definitely stood out amongst her human surroundings.

As the little girl turned 9, her mother was selected to become one of the Queen’s servants when she became pregnant with her first child. The small family moved to the servants’ quarters in the royal castle. Despite her young age, Valindra quickly become an errand girl for the following months. She remembers when the prince was born, she had just turned 10, and how everyone in the castle was celebrating. Her mother was kept in the Queen’s servants group, but the small girl was sent to work in the kitchens. She didn’t see much of the baby boy after that, but as she grew older she began to pay attention to the gossip about him. She would catch glimpses of him in the courtyard, training, and he looked so lame compared to the other men she had watched spar and train. Valindra tried not to pity him, but every servant in the castle was terrified of the King’s anger if they didn’t join in the mockery.

The handsome prince grew older and colder, and even as Valindra was ten years his elder, she did not look a moment older than her twenties. At thirty, she had wed a mundane field worker who had courted her for a few years, Grogin. He was a gentle man, too gentle – though he was good with a short sword, and on the loss of a bet, he eventually taught her how to fight with one. When she voiced her lack of passion, her mother said that because she was conceived in a night of violence and pain, she could not get any satisfaction or pleasure without a bit of both in the bedroom. Her marriage to Grogin quickly became a fated failure, and she could not keep the children she was meant to bear… thanks to the potions she traded for with a black market alchemist, Syx. The man was vile and cruel, but he taught her the art of seduction and sex better than she could have ever dreamed of. The alchemist soon enough turned out to be extremely jealous, and challenged the poor Grogin. Those who watched them both fight to death never really knew the cause of their disagreement, but from where she was, Valindra had a morbid satisfaction at watching her torturous lover and her pitiful husband break bones. The woman felt immense pleasure and relief that she would no longer have to let herself be tagged along a boring and lustless man. She mourned the loss of her lover silently, though she was content with her new-found freedom.

Being a lonely widow, Valindra finally left the castle kitchen and moved in with her mother Faolyna to serve the queen. Her main duties were to change the bedsheets and replace the withering flowers in the Queen’s apartments. Since she was very pleasant to the eye, the Queen kept her around when she had guests, and soon enough, Valindra was taught the delicacies of serving tea and preparing it. For someone of her birth and race, she was rising relatively fast in the ranks of the castle’s servants. It is not to forget that her new position allowed her to eye the handsome prince. She was not fond of brutes, but the man had the air of an intellectual, though his eyes were cold and calculating. Always focused on some secret task.

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Grogin (husband|deceased)
Syx (alchemist|lover|deceased)


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Name: Jerome "Jay" Phipps

Age: 23

Occupation: University student; part-time clerk at Phipps Toys

Bio: Jerome's father is the owner of one of the most successful domestic toy factories. They have been in business for almost half a century, and Jerome is destined to become the CEO of the company one day. He goes to a prestigious private business school, and this is the first time since he was a kid that he doesn't attend the same school as his best friend, Esteban. Jerome uses his family's name to gain popularity and to obtain favours from other people. He is ruthless and is not afraid to get his hands dirty to get what he wants. He makes it look like he's only into casual relationships, but the truth is his last relationship lasted for almost five years, and he still finds it difficult to move on to something serious. He is surprisingly a good singer, but "those days" are over now that he is concentrating on performing at his father's company (except when he gets drunk with Esteban, of course).

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Name: Esteban "Ben" Tenorio

Age: 24

Occupation: University student

Bio: Esteban and his family emigrated from Guatemala when he was just a toddler, but his parents were not very fluent in English, so he always has been a bit of an outcast in elementary school, what with his heavy Spanish accent. He quickly made friends however with Jerome, and the two have been unseperable ever since. It was quite a shock for Esteban when his best friend decided to go to a private business university, but he decided that pursuing his interest in sociology was still better than quitting. Esteban is very carefree and laid back, is a pretty decent artist when he applies himself, and loves carrying his guitar everywhere. He is a flirt with women he finds attractive, and is shameless enough to put on his heaviest latino accent to woo them. He hasn't even been in a long-term / serious relationship, but the romantic in him yearns for this kind of complicity with someone.

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Name: Isobel "Izzy" Campbell

Age: 31

Appearance: On the shorter side, Izzy is about 5 feet 6. She has shoulder-length light brown hair with soft auburn reflections during the summer. Her eyes are a piercing grey, though some might say they have a little bit of green mixed in there, depending on her mood. Her body is svelt without being athletic. In her wardrobe, one can mostly find jeans and blouses, along with more formal clothes for work like pencil skirts and blazers. Izzy owns a few pairs of fancy high-heels shoes, her favourites being black and gold stiletto pumps.

Occupation: Paralegal at Jameson & Pelletier, law firm.

Sexuality/Personality: Izzy is a quiet force of nature. She could easily be described as mousy when she is in the workplace; however, once she goes out with her friends and has a few drinks in, she's assertive and determined. This had lead to an interesting self-discovery after her divorce: she is very dominant sexually, in the right circumstances. Her latest experiences have also made her realize she was bisexual.

Bio: Isobel was not born in Dallesort. Her parents were Scottish-Canadian, and they moved to the Mid-West just in time for Isobel's senior year of high school. They were nice folks, and since Izzy was a quiet and responsible daughter, they pretty much let her do as she pleased. Even when she met her first boyfriend, Victor.

What was supposed to be a high school crush become a college sweetheart, and on their graduation week, they got married. No one was surprised, and everyone thought those two were meant to be together. Not too long after, they moved to Dallesort. They quickly settled in a routine; Victor was a project manager at a design firm, and Isobel pursued a lesser version of her law career: paralegal. It would be a lie to say it made her unhappy -- no, she was happy to have a less hefty schedule so she could spend more time with Victor. A full-time lawyer would not have a regular day schedule, and with the years she came to believe that she would never be suited to a fast-paced, high-stress life.

It turns out the routine for both of them began causing marital issues. Sex happened less often, or when it happened it was very satisfying for either of them. But Victor was from a rather conservative family, and it was well implanted in his mind that kinky or wild sex was just wrong and not something they should partake in as wholesome people.

Now at 31, Isobel has been divorced for two years, and she finally feels like she's able to get a move on with her life. When she visited the sex club The Purple Curtain for the first time, it felt like a whole new world had just been opened before her eyes. Things she never knew could be done to receive OR give sexual pleasure happened right before her eyes. It did not take long for her to become a regular patron, and at the same time, made new friends that allowed her to blossom into a much more confident woman who knows what she wants, and takes it.


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Name: Maryam Jindal

Age:32

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Super, super gay.

Appearance:Indian-American nationality, 5'9, athletic build, short black hair, light brown eyes. Often seen wearing jeans + tanktop, never seen wearing skirts or dresses. She rarely goes anywhere without her leather jacket and pilot sunglasses. Wears a small silver ring around her left thumb.

Occupation: FBI Special Agent, Violent Crimes force

Bio: Maryam Jindal was born right here in Seattle. Her father was a decorated FBI special agent, but she didn't know this until she was much older. Still, he was her hero and everything he taught her from basketball to standing up to bullies are amongst her best memories of him. Her little family settled in America in the late seventies, and they seemed to be all alone in the new world. Maryam was a brilliant little girl, always excelling in her classes but she had a bad habit of getting into fights with older kids, bullies she said, that would go after her precious friends.

This little girl had big dreams: becoming a cop. She took on some sports throughout middle school and high school, earning herself a scholarship to attend college. While she did okay with grades in most classes, she excelled in most social sciences and graduated from a criminology major with honors. Even more ambitious yet, she joined the force, Seattle Police Department, and not even five years later she was recruited by the FBI. Her time in the SPD had confirmed in her eyes that she was meant to do this kind of job and she would dedicate her life to it. It came as no surprise when she finally admitted to her parents and friends that she was gay, her last boyfriend being a one week thing back in high school.

Now that she's been with the FBI for almost four years, she's finally where she always wanted to be: violent crimes.


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Name: Rin Maki
(Americanized, typically Maki Rin in the traditional Japanese way)

Age: 48

Appearance: Japanese, 5 feet 4, 120 lbs. Dark brown eyes, long black hair usually in a tight ponytail or bun. Often seen dressed wearing perfectly tailored pantsuits, Rin enjoys wearing more casual clothing in the comfort of her home. For formal occasions, she will often just wear black silk dresses.


Bio: Rin Maki became mayor of [city] two years prior to the current events. She was born in America, but her parents are first generation immigrants from Japan. She speaks fluent Japanese, English, some Mandarin, and Spanish. She was never married, but had a daughter who passed away a decade ago, from a mysterious but violent crime. The mainstream story is she got mugged and was accidentally killed by the mugger. Rin’s mind has never been to rest about this unresolved murder, and it was one of the reasons why she began campaigning for mayor a couple years ago. When she was finally elected, she swore she would bring to justice even the pettiest of criminals, and does not condone vigilantism. She works closely with the police force and will do anything to make sure crimes like the one that took her daughter away are never loosely attended to. She leads a busy yet lonely life, and most of the time her work comes before everything else.


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Name: Vivienne Alexander

Age: Thirty-five

Apperance: Vivienne stands at an average of five foot five, but her favourite footwear (high heel shoes) make her reach a good five foot seven on good days. She has long, wavy ginger hair, combined with light freckles across her cheeks and nose; her eyes are a piercing khaki green.

Superpower: None

Occupation: CEO of Iskandar International, A super-corporation that focuses on Military Tech and Pharmaceuticals.

Bio:
Vivienne has always lived in the suburbs of Voltapolis, in one of those rich, colonial style houses. Her parents and their parents before them were part of the bourgeoisie, and so the woman grew up a single child with nothing to worry about. As the single daughter of the family corporation Iskandar Int., with traditionalists at the head of the board, it was no surprise that she would be next in line for CEO.

She attended Voltapolis University in Business Management after spending two years in Germany in a trading program. Her father insisted she should see more of the world, and when she chose to continue her degree at V.U., Vivienne was met with a year’s worth of reprimanding silence from him and passive aggressive comments from her mother. Nonetheless, the program was reputed across the West Coast to be one of the best, and when she finished her first year at the top of her entire year of classmates, it was difficult to remain on bad terms with her parents. She met Michael in a common Communications class, and they got along pretty quickly. He was charming and funny, and very different from the pool of boys she was expected to pick a potential husband from. Her parents disapproved once more, but as soon as she carried him around like the arm-candy he was, how he presented himself to more high-class folks, Vivienne knew she would never let him leave her side.

Once they both graduated V.U., Vivienne’s parents bought them a house in a close-by neighborhood, and within months, they were married. Not even a few years later, her father passed away and despite her young age, she was ready to take the reins of Iskandar International; she had been groomed for this career ever since she was a teenager. She proved to be a much better CEO than her father, and elevated the company with amazing deals and impressive contracts all over the world over the course of nearly a decade.

Living her life with the intensity of her career, Vivienne began to grow distant from her husband, cheating on him until she got caught. She wasn’t sure why she was doing it, or why she kept doing it. Two months later, they’re still in therapy, and the businesswoman isn’t sure if they will ever go back to what they had when they were younger. She promised Michael she would try, and so she will.

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