Paendragon
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The Raven Tower (closed thread, see casting call)
OOC: Please see the OOC thread before posting here.
OOC Thread.
My Character:
Damien Kane
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 200lbs
Hair: shaved smooth, but black when he has it
Eyes: Intense green
Damien is an Eros Adept. The only one in existance in the known world. His body secretes a natural (and possibly magical, as no one knows how he came to be) pheromone that has a tendency of making women more . . . malleable. . . in bed (or in a hayloft, on a table . . . well, you get the idea). Because of his gift, he's been used in the past, and paid quite well for it, to seduce the wives, sisters, and daughter of various men in the Kingdom of Emorrn, or to seduce the most powerful of women.
Basically, he's a whore for hire . . .
IC:
He watched as the sun set, its sinking rays setting the sky aflame. Tonight was the most dangerous of nights for him, for there was no moon, and wouldn't be for the next few nights. On these nights, his identity would become known, for all those who know the signs... for all those who know what to look for. And for this reason alone, he would sleep in the forest, alone.
He tethered his horse to a nearby sapling, ang rabbed his sabble, traveling bag, and bedroll from the large. black, stallion's back. he had shaved off his long locks after leaving the last city, and destroyed the clothes he had worn. Things, there, hadn't gone as smoothly had he would have liked, and it had taken him two days to shake the womans angry brothers.
In truth, he had no idea as to why he had been hired, but also knew that to be of no comfort to a family that had seen most of their wealth pilfered by thieves while their sister, in charge of their accounts, had moaned underneath him, oblivious to all else but her pleasure.
All in all, not a good week for him.
He laid out his bedroll, and placed his short sword within arms reach, and his dagger behind the small bundle he would use as a pillow, and sat, cross-legged, waiting for sunset.
OOC: Please see the OOC thread before posting here.
OOC Thread.
My Character:
Damien Kane
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 200lbs
Hair: shaved smooth, but black when he has it
Eyes: Intense green
Damien is an Eros Adept. The only one in existance in the known world. His body secretes a natural (and possibly magical, as no one knows how he came to be) pheromone that has a tendency of making women more . . . malleable. . . in bed (or in a hayloft, on a table . . . well, you get the idea). Because of his gift, he's been used in the past, and paid quite well for it, to seduce the wives, sisters, and daughter of various men in the Kingdom of Emorrn, or to seduce the most powerful of women.
Basically, he's a whore for hire . . .
IC:
He watched as the sun set, its sinking rays setting the sky aflame. Tonight was the most dangerous of nights for him, for there was no moon, and wouldn't be for the next few nights. On these nights, his identity would become known, for all those who know the signs... for all those who know what to look for. And for this reason alone, he would sleep in the forest, alone.
He tethered his horse to a nearby sapling, ang rabbed his sabble, traveling bag, and bedroll from the large. black, stallion's back. he had shaved off his long locks after leaving the last city, and destroyed the clothes he had worn. Things, there, hadn't gone as smoothly had he would have liked, and it had taken him two days to shake the womans angry brothers.
In truth, he had no idea as to why he had been hired, but also knew that to be of no comfort to a family that had seen most of their wealth pilfered by thieves while their sister, in charge of their accounts, had moaned underneath him, oblivious to all else but her pleasure.
All in all, not a good week for him.
He laid out his bedroll, and placed his short sword within arms reach, and his dagger behind the small bundle he would use as a pillow, and sat, cross-legged, waiting for sunset.
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