<strong>Player:</strong>Chulanowa (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=pm;sa=send;u=27361)<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/3f/28/ac/3f28ac87ec612da835c0378ac876aa10.jpg)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">It's Free NSFW</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/266472e57edb8bfc114764ae132e24fd/tumblr_pfyk9rgYE61utyn51o1_1280.png)(https://66.media.tumblr.com/295052bcd9bedcea8455fb8bde4630a4/tumblr_pfyk9rgYE61utyn51o2_1280.png)(https://66.media.tumblr.com/7a9d86d74cf97183c9637f36b90a6260/tumblr_pfyk9rgYE61utyn51o6_1280.png)</div></div></div><strong>Name:</strong>Seven-Berries of the Dreaming Mountains Clan (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1714223) (Call her "Seven")<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Tabaxi<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Artificer | Archaeologist (http://dnd5e.wikia.com/wiki/Archaeologist) background<br/><strong>Age:</strong>22<br/><strong>Gender</strong>Female<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Pansexual<br/><strong>On's:</strong>Grooming, cuddling, oral (giving and receiving), toys (catnip optional), public sex, breast play (her own and others'), exotic "equipment," gender role swap<br/><strong>Off's:</strong>(character-only) Being tied up or otherwise forcibly restrained; having her tail pulled anytime outside the bedroom; getting her fur sticky; tortles; mind control<br/>(player and character) bathroom play; blood, gore, or injury in sex (adventure-based violence is fine); "hard" noncon; stupid hentai sex shit (flailing tentacle monsters, cervical penetration, "fuck my nipples," etc)<br/><br/><strong>Alignment/Personality:</strong><strong>Chaotic Good</strong><br/>Seven likes to cast herself as a loner, who doesn't need anyone, and who is better than those around her. While there's<em>some</em>truth to the latter, her standoffishness is mostly due to an unwillingness to get attached after some rather unfortunate events. Seven carries a fair bit of survivor's guilt and some paranoia from these experiences. She's somewhat selfish, though not to the point of casually hurting others. She has a deep fascination with the past, and a small collection of "treasures of the mythical age" (i.e., junk) that she carries around with her. She's more than happy to trade these items for other goods, though (she'd never call it<em>selling</em>, she's not some fucking<em>merchant</em>!)<br/>She's not opposed to slavery<em>conceptually</em>; it is what it is. Those that mistreat those indentured creatures, though, that earns her ire. She harbors little trust for the Wolffolk and humans, and sees the ungulus as very strange (why do they submit?) Most Tortles she's encountered share her fascination with the past and she will tend to give them the benefit of the doubt. Other Tabaxi are close friends until proven otherwise.<br/>Sexually she's open to adventure; she's had a few partners, though none recently (said "unfortunate events) but is not well-experienced. She's not picky in terms of gender or race, for the most part - she can't imagine a tortle doing anything useful between her legs (they have a beak for crying out loud.) When she can let her barriers down, either through familiarity or alcohol (she has a taste for the stuff) she has no qualms about making her interest known plainly and - to some - unnervingly directly.<br/><br/><strong>Brief Bio:</strong>Originally, Seven Berries hails from the area around Troit. She and her crechemates often explored the ruins the city has been built (and rebuilt) upon, digging out pieces of glass or plastic to trade to the street merchants for small treats. While the others grew older and went on their own adventures, exploring the cold north or venturing far west, Seven Berries continued exploring ruins and pulling up pieces of the past.<br/>Others shared this interest, and for a time, she was part of a small company of urban spelunkers. They did good work, cataloging the undertunnels, finding actually useful bits of the past, and occasionally fending off tunnel vermin. It worked out fine until that tunnel collapse; Seven berries managed to escape, but her four companions were not so lucky; all perished before they could be rescued.<br/>She left Troit after that, taking up a more mercenary existence, establishing short-term contracts with others of similar expertise. Sometimes it worked. Sometimes her "partner" would double-cross her. On a few occasions they bit off more than they could chew.<br/>Now she's in Memphia, obstinately to find someone willing ot take some of her wares off her paws, but also because - though she'd not admit it - she craves some semblance of civilization and companionship that one can't find out in the steppes or the inland seas.<br/>