Kiandravaniel
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(Closed) Fantasy World of the Tamer
Note: I'm open for anyone to join. PM me though if you want to get involved with something particular.
Story: My character Kiandra Vaniel lives in a fantasy world full of dragons, demons and were-beings some that are so feral they hold little human sense anymore. There are a number of people out there protecting the world yet Kiandra Vaniel was from a clan of people that not only battles those monsters and demons, but offers their bodies to them. Her adventures have been numerous conflicts with Orc, Oni and if you can think it she has faced it. She has also taken the personal sexual desires of mystical creatures seldom seen, like large spider beasts from the Drow underworld, or the powerful but sometimes confusing Kobold primitives. In the end her lifestyle gets her a reputation with some, but by her own kind she’s often spoken about behind her back except back home. She now is wandering the land as the monsters and demons seem more active, searching a reason why. As well handling conflictions brought by the general stigmata of life as herself.
Themes: (Anything I’m up for it. Looking for stuff like rape, non-consensual (though she often becomes willing in the act), battle/fighting, romance and so-on. PM me for any requests.
Looking for: People to play anything like I mentioned. Orcs, Gnoll, Kobold, Oni, Drow/Drider, Were ‘Wolf/Tiger/Bear’ and anything else people would like to do. Even human partners I’m just sticking to her character.
Players: I like multiple ‘packs’ when she’s in a situation with group-like opponents. Same sex is also acceptable. Though I lean toward more male partners. I’m still new to this kind of RP on a site like this.
Kiandra Vaniel (Info)
Appearance: (Censored)
http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e98/KiandraVaniel/KiandraVaniel-1.jpg
Skills: A tracker, hunter and slayer of Monsters/Demons. Also known to be skilled with physical work and training. Has a talent for sexual activities thanks to her training as a ‘Tamer’ and often uses those skills for recreation over actually taming. As well thanks to her incredible stamina she can effectively outlast a large number/group of opponents/partners to several hours. She’s rather seductive, a bit the tease and knows when to submit when needed.
Place of Birth: Desert Lands of the Western Colonies (Fraust)
Fame: In this world she’s relatively well known. Among humans and demons, as well some monster circles. She is also considered infamous by those same circles.
Personality: Flirtatious, teasing and often incredibly sensual. Kiandra Vaniel is recognized for her ongoing need to be accepted as well being an outcast at other times. Often, when in a group she is comfortable she relaxes enough to act as she will normally. Which means something of a leader, a good friend and incredibly open. She offers much to the team of adventurer ever looking for entertainment or times of mirth. In a battle she can be rather terrifying though. Crazily enough, she does not trust humans over monsters and demons, yet that’s only by her experiences in romance and life.
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There has been a lot of incidents in the world lately. Magic was on a rise, said some elven elders. Others, say it was the ongoing mating and growth of evil creatures that also tore apart the way of the world. Yet when one looked at things like she did, it wasn’t so easy. The hot night was on them now in the forest and vegetation. Along a dusty road where fireflies buzz about as a lone lantern sways in front of a lone building. This pub has been a common stop for every adventurer. Outside in a barn out back, horses were strewn by their tethers and resting side by side.
As the wind sways that lantern more. A newcomer made close to the place. Riding a tall, black stallion that had a golden kind of head guard. They slowly pulled off the beast and there the giant stood. 6’9, in a long brown cloak with hood. They enter without much notice til wandering to the bar. Common folk play the games of the pub; the pub housed darts to the left or coin games on the right. A small accordion playing minstrel with lute ally off in a corner, dancing in circles as everyone laughs and plays. Yet when the person sat at the bar and pulled down the dirty, brown hood? They showed a kind female face that looked nothing like what one expects. A bit the softer, gentler face having long earthern brown hair. Her face was bronze with the work outside. Eyes a lavender kind of color, unnatural to some but commonly seen in those with a long magical history or other mythical bloods. Perhaps a slice of Naga, or Lycanthrope? In any case as she raised a right hand and knocked twice on the counter. The bartender seemed more put off than most.
“Drink me.” She spoke, with a strong but sultry voice. It was crazy, a woman that sounded so different from the normal bar wench. Yet she was not a wench from the bars. She was from the woods, the sands and the forests of the world. Even the hard north that had snow and ice, she felt at home. A wandering soul that seldom stays in the cities and states. When she had tasks to deal.
As the tender went on his business. Kiandra as most recognized her began to sigh when hearing the dead silence. All were quiet, aside eventual whispers. The whisper of ‘demon fucker’ came out. Or that one ‘wolf layer’ was heard. Kiandra narrowed her sweet eyes and looked straight ahead ignoring ignorant people. She’s saved lives more than time again. A lot of innocent, caring folk as well the prestigious pricks. Yet seldom does that matter when the times you’re not out slaying the monsters of this world, you’re known to be laying with them.
Even if that’s the case though. She didn’t want trouble. She wanted a drink and to be on her way. Which she got.
Yet as she sipped the first parts two men got to behind her. “Hey, Monster Lover?” Kiandra’s eyes slink fast into a stare of the smallest speck of grain in the wall. As this slightly fat fellow nudged his taller, skinnier friend. “What’s it like?”
“Yeah!” The skinny fellow winked, “Is it… wild? Hmm?”
She ignored for best she can. Until the fat one grabbed her shoulder… blinking, she had armor, and he felt it. “Wow. I heard you don’t need armor.”
“Right, cause your kind use that magic, makin’ monsters and demons go all special. Fallin’ for your bodies sweet-bits and such.” The tall gentleman whistled though as he grabbed her hair, “Yet, if’n you ever wanted I think we’d be happy to show you what bein’ a part of humanity is like again.”
“Aye! More than wi-…”
It was enough. She finished half her drink. At this point, Kiandra stood fast and snatched the fat man’s head by the back of his scruff. He was so inebriated, it wasn’t hard to throw his head straight into the bar itself. Not to mention his fat, chubby cheeks splatter on the top flattening out like cushions! The skinny man was so shocked, he was unable to stop her other hand grabbing his lower gawking jaw and pull down so hard he bent with the slack. Then she moved her fingers out his mouth and jammed her palm up, pushing his jaw into the upper jaw cracking his teeth.
After that she didn’t waste time. Kiandra Vaniel threw them over the bar counter, and left them crying. Facially breaking their ‘pride’ or what was left of it. Turning in a full swing she tossed back her cloak and demanded, “Anyone else want to piss off a Beast Tamer? Huh?” She turned to the ones to the left, “You? Or you?” Those to the right, “Any god-damn body?”
Obviously everyone watched her now with her arms flexed fully. Kiandra Vaniel was a woman that when one spoke of strength, she’d be the example. There was muscle upon muscle. Yet she was also gifted (some say by her demonic and mystical bloodlines) to have the prominent features of all women. A bust size of moderate gift and hips or ass perfectly proportioned to a frame like hers. Yet where her abs tense were a trove of muscle implying her strength in that area was astounding. Her legs thick but not as if to be the kind that would be overly impressive. She just was what a woman, that worked her life would be. Strong and capable of surviving alone. As well with her recreational lifestyle would be able to handle a dragon… or, demon of rather large body weight. Yet that aside as she screamed and stormed out, the people did not argue.
Outside again she readied to leave. Yet her heart was heavy. Every time she was out like this she was alone. Her steed the only other thing that can company her. Then again that’s common.
Kiandra Vaniel rode a while this night. She bit her lip and closed her eyes. Those things the men said did effect her. She’s often attempting to be normal, when she felt it was in her. To just try and be ’human’ again. Yet to her she never turned. She just lived this life she loved and damned those whom looked down. She was not committing a sin by her law. A law her family bloody mandated by years of work. In a land where partnership with the creatures of the desert, aided in survival.
Yet she also knew why people were more afraid. The rise in monstrous attacks, numbers and so forth. It was not unlike them to do terrible thing. Yet not all the fiends of the land were purely devoted to the evils of the kind. Kiandra herself, was rather pleased by her life. So now alone she calmed and relaxed riding back happily.
Until…
“HELP!”
Kiandra closed her eyes and hissed, turning the hoarse. “Son of a…”
Finding a man with his carriage tipped over. He was so happy to see her. “I… I don’t know what happened. Yet my supplies, some of it was taken into the woods.”
A glare and Kiandra got off her hoarse. Walking toward the woods undoing the clasp of her cloak letting it draft into the bushes. She wore at this time armor over her upper torso, bottom torso and shoulder/forearm with gauntlet attached. White as she did prefer. The boot and hanging skirted frame was most her leg ware. Entering she had with her the best weapon she needed. Taken the moment she rode back with her steed off the side of the beast. A large hammer/hatchet of preference. The fact someone or thing, attacked a carriage and took what she assumed to be food supplies? Was enough reason to go in cautiously whilst worrying of any surprise involvement.
A fun thought though as she smiled into the growing green and shadows. If she found something worth the time. She might enjoy venting a night’s irritations without killing someone at the next bar! That would be nice for once.
((Hope people join with intent to have fun. ^_^ Is all I'm looking for! Wee!))
Note: I'm open for anyone to join. PM me though if you want to get involved with something particular.
Story: My character Kiandra Vaniel lives in a fantasy world full of dragons, demons and were-beings some that are so feral they hold little human sense anymore. There are a number of people out there protecting the world yet Kiandra Vaniel was from a clan of people that not only battles those monsters and demons, but offers their bodies to them. Her adventures have been numerous conflicts with Orc, Oni and if you can think it she has faced it. She has also taken the personal sexual desires of mystical creatures seldom seen, like large spider beasts from the Drow underworld, or the powerful but sometimes confusing Kobold primitives. In the end her lifestyle gets her a reputation with some, but by her own kind she’s often spoken about behind her back except back home. She now is wandering the land as the monsters and demons seem more active, searching a reason why. As well handling conflictions brought by the general stigmata of life as herself.
Themes: (Anything I’m up for it. Looking for stuff like rape, non-consensual (though she often becomes willing in the act), battle/fighting, romance and so-on. PM me for any requests.
Looking for: People to play anything like I mentioned. Orcs, Gnoll, Kobold, Oni, Drow/Drider, Were ‘Wolf/Tiger/Bear’ and anything else people would like to do. Even human partners I’m just sticking to her character.
Players: I like multiple ‘packs’ when she’s in a situation with group-like opponents. Same sex is also acceptable. Though I lean toward more male partners. I’m still new to this kind of RP on a site like this.
Kiandra Vaniel (Info)
Appearance: (Censored)
http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e98/KiandraVaniel/KiandraVaniel-1.jpg
Skills: A tracker, hunter and slayer of Monsters/Demons. Also known to be skilled with physical work and training. Has a talent for sexual activities thanks to her training as a ‘Tamer’ and often uses those skills for recreation over actually taming. As well thanks to her incredible stamina she can effectively outlast a large number/group of opponents/partners to several hours. She’s rather seductive, a bit the tease and knows when to submit when needed.
Place of Birth: Desert Lands of the Western Colonies (Fraust)
Fame: In this world she’s relatively well known. Among humans and demons, as well some monster circles. She is also considered infamous by those same circles.
Personality: Flirtatious, teasing and often incredibly sensual. Kiandra Vaniel is recognized for her ongoing need to be accepted as well being an outcast at other times. Often, when in a group she is comfortable she relaxes enough to act as she will normally. Which means something of a leader, a good friend and incredibly open. She offers much to the team of adventurer ever looking for entertainment or times of mirth. In a battle she can be rather terrifying though. Crazily enough, she does not trust humans over monsters and demons, yet that’s only by her experiences in romance and life.
~~~~
There has been a lot of incidents in the world lately. Magic was on a rise, said some elven elders. Others, say it was the ongoing mating and growth of evil creatures that also tore apart the way of the world. Yet when one looked at things like she did, it wasn’t so easy. The hot night was on them now in the forest and vegetation. Along a dusty road where fireflies buzz about as a lone lantern sways in front of a lone building. This pub has been a common stop for every adventurer. Outside in a barn out back, horses were strewn by their tethers and resting side by side.
As the wind sways that lantern more. A newcomer made close to the place. Riding a tall, black stallion that had a golden kind of head guard. They slowly pulled off the beast and there the giant stood. 6’9, in a long brown cloak with hood. They enter without much notice til wandering to the bar. Common folk play the games of the pub; the pub housed darts to the left or coin games on the right. A small accordion playing minstrel with lute ally off in a corner, dancing in circles as everyone laughs and plays. Yet when the person sat at the bar and pulled down the dirty, brown hood? They showed a kind female face that looked nothing like what one expects. A bit the softer, gentler face having long earthern brown hair. Her face was bronze with the work outside. Eyes a lavender kind of color, unnatural to some but commonly seen in those with a long magical history or other mythical bloods. Perhaps a slice of Naga, or Lycanthrope? In any case as she raised a right hand and knocked twice on the counter. The bartender seemed more put off than most.
“Drink me.” She spoke, with a strong but sultry voice. It was crazy, a woman that sounded so different from the normal bar wench. Yet she was not a wench from the bars. She was from the woods, the sands and the forests of the world. Even the hard north that had snow and ice, she felt at home. A wandering soul that seldom stays in the cities and states. When she had tasks to deal.
As the tender went on his business. Kiandra as most recognized her began to sigh when hearing the dead silence. All were quiet, aside eventual whispers. The whisper of ‘demon fucker’ came out. Or that one ‘wolf layer’ was heard. Kiandra narrowed her sweet eyes and looked straight ahead ignoring ignorant people. She’s saved lives more than time again. A lot of innocent, caring folk as well the prestigious pricks. Yet seldom does that matter when the times you’re not out slaying the monsters of this world, you’re known to be laying with them.
Even if that’s the case though. She didn’t want trouble. She wanted a drink and to be on her way. Which she got.
Yet as she sipped the first parts two men got to behind her. “Hey, Monster Lover?” Kiandra’s eyes slink fast into a stare of the smallest speck of grain in the wall. As this slightly fat fellow nudged his taller, skinnier friend. “What’s it like?”
“Yeah!” The skinny fellow winked, “Is it… wild? Hmm?”
She ignored for best she can. Until the fat one grabbed her shoulder… blinking, she had armor, and he felt it. “Wow. I heard you don’t need armor.”
“Right, cause your kind use that magic, makin’ monsters and demons go all special. Fallin’ for your bodies sweet-bits and such.” The tall gentleman whistled though as he grabbed her hair, “Yet, if’n you ever wanted I think we’d be happy to show you what bein’ a part of humanity is like again.”
“Aye! More than wi-…”
It was enough. She finished half her drink. At this point, Kiandra stood fast and snatched the fat man’s head by the back of his scruff. He was so inebriated, it wasn’t hard to throw his head straight into the bar itself. Not to mention his fat, chubby cheeks splatter on the top flattening out like cushions! The skinny man was so shocked, he was unable to stop her other hand grabbing his lower gawking jaw and pull down so hard he bent with the slack. Then she moved her fingers out his mouth and jammed her palm up, pushing his jaw into the upper jaw cracking his teeth.
After that she didn’t waste time. Kiandra Vaniel threw them over the bar counter, and left them crying. Facially breaking their ‘pride’ or what was left of it. Turning in a full swing she tossed back her cloak and demanded, “Anyone else want to piss off a Beast Tamer? Huh?” She turned to the ones to the left, “You? Or you?” Those to the right, “Any god-damn body?”
Obviously everyone watched her now with her arms flexed fully. Kiandra Vaniel was a woman that when one spoke of strength, she’d be the example. There was muscle upon muscle. Yet she was also gifted (some say by her demonic and mystical bloodlines) to have the prominent features of all women. A bust size of moderate gift and hips or ass perfectly proportioned to a frame like hers. Yet where her abs tense were a trove of muscle implying her strength in that area was astounding. Her legs thick but not as if to be the kind that would be overly impressive. She just was what a woman, that worked her life would be. Strong and capable of surviving alone. As well with her recreational lifestyle would be able to handle a dragon… or, demon of rather large body weight. Yet that aside as she screamed and stormed out, the people did not argue.
Outside again she readied to leave. Yet her heart was heavy. Every time she was out like this she was alone. Her steed the only other thing that can company her. Then again that’s common.
Kiandra Vaniel rode a while this night. She bit her lip and closed her eyes. Those things the men said did effect her. She’s often attempting to be normal, when she felt it was in her. To just try and be ’human’ again. Yet to her she never turned. She just lived this life she loved and damned those whom looked down. She was not committing a sin by her law. A law her family bloody mandated by years of work. In a land where partnership with the creatures of the desert, aided in survival.
Yet she also knew why people were more afraid. The rise in monstrous attacks, numbers and so forth. It was not unlike them to do terrible thing. Yet not all the fiends of the land were purely devoted to the evils of the kind. Kiandra herself, was rather pleased by her life. So now alone she calmed and relaxed riding back happily.
Until…
“HELP!”
Kiandra closed her eyes and hissed, turning the hoarse. “Son of a…”
Finding a man with his carriage tipped over. He was so happy to see her. “I… I don’t know what happened. Yet my supplies, some of it was taken into the woods.”
A glare and Kiandra got off her hoarse. Walking toward the woods undoing the clasp of her cloak letting it draft into the bushes. She wore at this time armor over her upper torso, bottom torso and shoulder/forearm with gauntlet attached. White as she did prefer. The boot and hanging skirted frame was most her leg ware. Entering she had with her the best weapon she needed. Taken the moment she rode back with her steed off the side of the beast. A large hammer/hatchet of preference. The fact someone or thing, attacked a carriage and took what she assumed to be food supplies? Was enough reason to go in cautiously whilst worrying of any surprise involvement.
A fun thought though as she smiled into the growing green and shadows. If she found something worth the time. She might enjoy venting a night’s irritations without killing someone at the next bar! That would be nice for once.
((Hope people join with intent to have fun. ^_^ Is all I'm looking for! Wee!))
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