<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/MwMa3Jq.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong><br/>Excellence Spelloyal<br/><br/><strong>Race: </strong><br/>Tiefling<br/><br/><strong>Class / Archetype / level: </strong><br/>Bard, College of Lore, 5<br/><br/><strong> Character Sheet: </strong><br/>https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1782757<br/><hr/><br/><strong>Kinks: </strong><br/>Excellence is much more interested in the pursuit of restoring honor to the Spelloyal name than anything involving sex. While she has dabbled in such things once or twice, she hasn't really established any kinks. Excellence only has one weakness--cute things. Cute,somewhat effeminate men stand at the top of this list but cute women (and everything genderwise in between) can light almost as much of a fire in her. In the few experiences she's had, she's always been strictly in charge--but maybe having power stripped away from her by a deceptive monster who reveals a much more rugged form after luring her in with an illusion or a docile cutie who turns the tables on her in her spare time can show her why it's better to have the best of both worlds?// I, the player, am quite partial to bondage, non/dubcon, breast/nipple play and worship,spanking, choking and dirty talk I don't mind playing against more monstrous being or a tentacle monster. I'm fine with trying most things-- the only hardlimits that come to mind are toilet play, gore, mutilation,vore, age play, and cum expansion. I'm not really fond of excessive amount of any bodily fluids either or pain that doesn't eventually become pleasurable. Other than that, I'm open to most anything.<br/><br/><strong>Physical Description: </strong><br/>Excellence is rather well built. She would probably classify as somewhat chubby, but the fact on her body is well dispersed and mostly chose to settle in her breasts, ass, and hips. Her figure is most easily compared to an hourglass--but her casual clothing doesn't show it off nearly as much as the clothing she wears during performances. She considers herself above showing off her assets for the benefit of common folk due to her noble lineage...but don't mistake this pride for prudishness. She's more than willing to use her body to her advantage. She's a firm believer in using your gifts for your own benefit. The earthy tones of her skin are very close to than attainable by darker skinned humans--so she has a much easier time blending in and gaining their trust because of her coloring. Sure, she's a tielfing. But she's a particularly human looking tiefling, spared the bright red, blues, and purples of her kin that make them seem even more threatening.<br/><br/><strong>Personality: </strong><br/>Unlike most other tieflings, Excellence has a firm understanding of who she is and where she belongs in society. At the top of the social ladder, enjoying the splendor that comes with being born a Noble. This young tiefling may come off as rather haughty and self-important--but anyone who takes that time to get to know her would quickly learn just how hard she works to maintain this kind of thinking. Upon learning that her family was not, in fact, self made but rather lazy whelps who earned their wealth through dealings with a demon evidenced by her own existence the poor thing had something of an existential crisis. She found solace in thought of righting her family's wrongs by EARNING their superiority. She's a prideful woman bearing the weight of an entire lineage upon her shoulders. And she'll do anything to salvage it.<br/><br/>This no nonsense ambitious core is starkly contrasted against the front that she puts up for those who pay her to perform or in situations where she feels a more...saccharine facade would help her family’s name. She can be quite the charming little devil. Excellence knows just the right buttons to push to make someone feel like he's the king of the world; while of course, secretly using him to fulfill some desire or secret purpose. Her tiefling mischief and tricks take place on a much more subtle mental level.<br/><br/><strong>History: </strong><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> I got backstory happy, please forgive me!</div><div class="spoiler_body">Excellence's appearance upon her birth shocked the entirety of her family stiff; not a single member of the house had the slightest idea that there was ANY infernal ancestry within their blood--let alone to trigger the birth of a genuine tiefling of all things! Most families reputation wouldn't be able to withstand such a harsh blow...but the Spelloyal name was so widely renowned, their wealth so essential to their domains survival, that her parents decided raising her into a proper heiress would be much more beneficial than simply attempting to close her off from society and hide her existence.<br/><br/>Still, she led a childhood very much separated from the common people. Her tutors were all privately hired, the best of the best. Her attendants all thoroughly vetted to assure they wouldn't taint her developing mind with wretched rhetoric against her kind. Her playmates, only other nobles whose families wouldn't dare allow rudeness to go unpunished last they lose a formidable ally and make an enemy of the fierce wizards and mages of the Spelloyal clan.<br/><br/>Pampered and spoiled, her every desire satisfied and her hobbies in music all encouraged so sweetly, Excellence had little reason to think of herself as different from anyone else--rather than an outcast, she viewed herself as top tier. She had no reason to leave her home, her town, her own little empire that would one day be all hers...until that fateful day.<br/><br/>Around the age of 13, Excellence setting up her room for only the most prim of imaginary tea party escapades, when upon having decided that a certain desk was in the way of her play, she attempted to push it further to one side of the room all on her own. The movement knocked loose one of the drawers, which she hurried to put back last she be scolded, only to come across an oaken box with something scrawled across the lid in infernal--a tongue that came to her innately, though she was discouraged of ever using it when she tried showing it off to her parents at a young age.<br/><br/>"To the little one who bears the burden. I'm sorry." The box had no apparent locks or binds--yet until she spoke these words, it seemed firmly sealed. If she'd just closed it tight and shoved it away, her life would be much different. Yet, curious little devil that she was, Excellence reached in and pulled out a locket carved out of onyx that opened upon her touch. Only then did she know all that was hidden from her.<br/><br/>In her mind, an old man, seemingly on his deathbed--unrecognizable to her, and yet innately she was 'his'. His kin. She belonged to him. She knew--who shakily spoke of a deal. Thorry, he grew up in squalor, tending to the child of a noble family who was ever so ungrateful for the lot he was given in life. The poor man was abused at work, a burden to his loving family at home, just another mouth for the family to feed with income that was negligible at best. He was ripe pickings for the devil who promised him the world in exchange for...something he simply didn't say. Theory didn't know when this curse would manifest; but he'd trusted a life of hardship upon whichever member of his kin the tainted Tiefling blood manifested him due to this deal. They'd be the scourge of society, never fully accepted by humanity, and their children would be the same. He was so, so sorry.<br/><br/>Excellence had no idea what he was talking about. Everyone liked her, right? No one ever made fun of her? Yet, his words rung so true that the poor girl didn't dare doubt him. Fat tears rolled down chubby cheeks from sorrowful pools of amber, until he spoke this last.<br/><br/>"I leave this gift, this message, for the first of you who bear my curse. The splendor you reside in, if indeed you still do, was bought. Obtained in the dirtiest of ways, from the hands of a devil. But this was my doing--not yours. While you bear the face of sin, bear the heart of a noble. Earn what I did not. Restore honor to a name that never had it to begin with. This house is <em>yours</em>. Prove to the world that you are not it's sin, but it's virtue. This is all the advice that I can offer you."<br/><br/>Suffice it to say, that her beloved parents had many questions to answer upon their return; and she settled for nothing less than the truth. She was far too young to understand the full weight of what he said. But as she replayed his message over the years, in the locker that she wore close to her heart, his words became her reason to live on.<br/><br/>Always the gifted young thing, her already exceptional studies only excelled from there--though her passion, her music, became the thing she was sure would allow to restore honor to her family's name. <br/><br/>At the age of 18, in spite of her mother's soft cries and her father's loving embraces, their assurance that she was their beloved princess and would always have a place as the heiress to the Spelloyal name. She set out on an epic search. A search for glory, a search for fame--but most of all, a search for redemption. </div></div><hr/><br/><strong>5e Background Selection &amp; Bonuses</strong><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Noble</div><div class="spoiler_body">Position of Privilege///Thanks to your noble birth, people are inclined to think the best of you. You are welcome in high society, and people assume you have the right to be wherever you are. The common folk make every effort to accommodate you and avoid your displeasure, and other people of high birth treat you as a member of the same social sphere. You can secure an audience with a local noble if you need to.</div></div><br/><strong>Personality: </strong><br/>1. My eloquent flattery makes everyone I talk to feel like the most wonderful and important person in the world.<br/><br/>2. My ambition is surpassed by no one; I will live up to my name's ideal.<br/><br/>3. My word is bond. Few things tie me down, but promises sworn on the Spelloyal name will be fulfilled--even if they must be fulfilled with my dying breath. This, I swear.<br/><br/><strong>Ideals: </strong><br/>Independence///I must prove that I can handle myself without the coddling of my family. (Chaotic)<br/><br/>Redemption///I shall restore honor to the Spelloyal name. Our station may have been bought--but I shall *earn* it.<br/><br/><strong>Bonds: </strong><br/>1.Nothing is more important than the other members of my family.<br/><br/>2.The common folk must see me as a hero of the people--someone worthy of her noble standing<br/><br/><strong>Flaws: </strong><br/>1. In fact, the world does revolve around me.<br/><br/>2. I see most people as beneath me; I may have unreasonably high standards for others.<br/><hr/><br/><strong>Team mate Bonds: </strong><br/>WIP<br/><hr/><br/><strong>Inventory: </strong><br/>A Signet Ring<br/>A Scroll of Pedigree<br/>A Set of Fine Clothes<br/>A Pouch (25 extra noble GP added to total)<br/>A Violin<br/>Leather Armor<br/>Dagger<br/>Rapier<br/>Perfume ( - 5 gp)<br/>Soap × 2 (- 4 cp)<br/>Silken Rope (- 10 gp)<br/>659 gp, 9 sp, 6 cp<br/>Entertainer's Kit::<br/>• a Backpack<br/>• a Bedroll<br/>• 2 costumes<br/>• 5 candles<br/>• 5 days of Rations<br/>• a Waterskin<br/>• a Disguise kit.