<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/550167766410330117/550169294999126037/image0.jpg)</div>Name: Foxglove of Woodsinger<br/>Race: Drow<br/>Class/Level: Warlock 1 (Fiend pact)<br/>STR: 8 (-1) DEX: 17 (+3) CON: 14 (+2) INT: 15 (+2) WIS: 9 (-1) CHA: 18 (+4)<br/>AC: 14 Speed: 30 HP: 10<br/>Proficiency: +2<br/>Saving Throws: WIS (+1), CHA (+6)<br/>Languages: Common, Elvish, Abyssal, Sylvan<br/>Passive Perception: 11<br/>Skills: Nature (+4), Deception (+6), Insight (+1), Religion (+4)<br/>Background: Acolyte<br/>Racial Features: Keen Senses, Fey Ancestry, Trance, Superior Darkvision, Sunlight Sensitivity, Drow Magic, Drow Weapon Training<br/>Background Feature: Shelter of the Faithful<br/>Class Features: Otherworldly Patron (Fiend), Pact Magic, The Dark One's Blessing<br/>Spell Save DC: 14<br/><br/>Equipment: Leather armor, quarterstaff, daggers (2), light crossbow (20 bolts), arcane focus, scholar's pack, holy symbol (ring with an opal and a silver crescent moon), prayer book, sticks of incense (5), vestments, common clothes, 15 gp<br/>Attacks<br/>Dagger: +4 to hit, 1d4+2 piercing<br/>Quarterstaff: +1 to hit, 1d6-1 bludgeoning<br/>Crossbow: +4 to hit, 1d8+2 piercing<br/>Eldritch Blast: +6 to hit, 1d10 force<br/>Spells<br/>Cantrips: Dancing Lights, Eldritch Blast, Friends<br/>Lvl 1 (1 slot): Witch Bolt, Command<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Background</div><div class="spoiler_body">Foxglove was abandoned by his parents and raised by a tribe of wood elves; for this reason, he does not speak undercommon. He was raised in the temple of Selune. A demon appeared to him, claiming to be one of Selune's servants. He charmed Foxglove, tempting him with visions of glory. Pride and a desire for power gave way to foolishness, and Foxglove entered into a pact with the demon. Only then did the demon reveal his true form, and Foxglove knew what he had done. He was marked with a choker and bracers that he can't remove, inscribed with Abyssal writing, a mark of his true allegiance. When he was discovered, the Woodsinger elves attempted to exorcise him, but Foxglove's patron drove him to flee from his home, and now he wanders the land. His relationship with his patron is complicated. He loathes the demon, and yet he can't let go of the visions of power and glory he was promised.</div></div><br/><br/>Demon Marked (m/m, non-con, exotic)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">NSFW</div><div class="spoiler_body">Foxglove knelt before the altar of Selune, his shaking hands clasped before him. Dread made his limbs and heart heavy, and horror made his blood run cold. What had he done? The answer to that question was written in Abyssal on the choker that now encircled his neck and the bracers around his wrists. Already he had tried frantically to take them off, but there were no clasps, nothing but smooth silver. Now his last hope rested in the hands of the goddess he had been trained to serve, but as he prayed, he felt nothing. Even the clouds had covered the moon, leaving the temple shrouded in gloom.<br/><br/>Long shadows stretched around him, shadows that moved and coalesced. Foxglove squeezed his eyes shut, but he knew what he would see if he looked. The creature that materialized in the shadows was a demon from the Abyss. His upper body was that of a muscular humanoid with skin such a dark brown it was nearly as black as Foxglove's. There was no mistaking what he was, not with his six powerful arms or the unnatural light in his eyes. From the waist down, he had the body of a massive serpent, scales gleaming even in the dim light. Foxglove had seen this creature in his dreams many times, but only that night had he seen his true form.<br/><br/>"Foxglove," the demon purred. Foxglove jolted at the feeling of a hand cupping his chin. "My Foxglove."<br/><br/>Foxglove began to pray aloud, reciting the words he knew as well as his own name, but there was no answer, save for the demon's laughter.<br/><br/>"She's not going to answer you," he said. "Not now that you've given yourself to me. And I'm here to take what's mine."<br/><br/>Hands rested on his shoulders, clasped his wrist, stroked his hair, trailed down his chest. Foxglove quaked, his prayer going silent. He took a deep breath, inhale, exhale. In a flash, he snatched a ceremonial dagger from his robes. It was used in the rare temple rituals that shed blood, and was laced with subtle magic. His eyes flew open, and he drove the dagger into the demon's chest.<br/><br/>The handsome smile fell from the demon's face, and instead his lips twisted into a vicious snarl. Black blood poured from the wound, but the demon didn't seem to be weakened. He doubled over, his tail thrashing. The sounds that tore from his lips were truly horrific. His hand clutched the hilt of the dagger, and his head turned sharply, his eyes fixed on Foxglove. Terror froze the poor elf's blood. He locked eyes with the demon, lavender eyes meeting bright amber, then he leaped to his feet and ran.<br/><br/>He didn't get far. The demon's long tail whipped his legs out from under him. Before Foxglove could get to his feet, it coiled around his legs, binding tightly together. He clawed helplessly at the ground, as if that could free him, but he remained trapped like a mouse in the serpent's grasp.<br/><br/>"You're fiery," the demon said. "I like that. But you're going to pay nonetheless." Strong hands picked Foxglove up, twisted his arms behind his back, clapped over his mouth, bent him over the altar of Selune. The statue of the goddess went crashing to the ground. Foxglove struggled with all his strength, but he was no match for the creature that held him. The demon tore at his vestments until only tattered rags shielded his modesty, and Foxglove let out a muffled shriek as he realized what his new master meant to do. <br/><br/>"I'm going to make you enjoy this," the demon whispered, his lips brushing Foxglove's ear. Foxglove shuddered, feeling the demon's arousal press insistently between his thighs.<br/><br/>The demon took his pleasure from Foxglove, and to his horror, he did enjoy it. Every time the demon's cock dragged against his prostate, Foxglove felt his own cock twitch, until, to his vast mortification, he spilled onto the altar of Selune. By the time the demon filled him up, he was moaning with sorrow and pleasure, glad at least that the demon's hand muffled his undignified song. The demon pulled out, and Foxglove felt hot seed trickle down his thighs.<br/><br/>He expected to collapse in a miserable heap, but he was not allowed even that luxury. The demon touched Foxglove's bracers, and magical chains leaped from them, tangling around the altar. Only then did the demon let go of him, only to leave him where he was, bent over on display to anyone who walked into the temple. "Wait!" Foxglove said. "You can't leave me here!"<br/><br/>The demon laughed and patted Foxglove's face indulgently. Black blood smeared from his hand onto the elf's black skin. "I told you you'd be punished," he said. "Next time we meet, you'll mind your manners."<br/><br/>Foxglove begged, pitifully, up until the moment the demon disappeared into the shadows once more. The sun was rising. Someone would find him soon.</div></div>