<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Cris (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1376293)</span><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/cf/61/d5/cf61d563013cf829deb56e10b32e681b--character-portraits-fantasy-inspiration.jpg)</div><strong>  Appearance</strong>: Short cropped, ashblond hair and seagreen eyes in a bony face, Cris is somewhat pretty, though far from stunning and rather plain for even just a half-elf. Her posture is often hunched and defensive, making her seem shorter than she is. When not balled up, her long and slender fingers are revealed.<br/><br/>Having picked up on her father’s not so subtle hints that he would have preferred his half-breed bastard be a son, Cris tends to pull her baggy peasant garbs in just the right way so as to hide as much of her body, and femininity as possible, and beneath her coarse shirt her breasts are bound tightly every morning. As such, it can be a bit hard to place her gender at first glance.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Cris is a shy and quiet girl, who instinctively gravitates towards the sideline of things. She wants to be friendly but isn't sure how since she doesn't have much experience positive experience interacting with others. Under the broken shell is the potential for a talkative, fun loving youth, but it would need to be nurtured. She enjoys tasks which keep her fingers occupied, stacking things, shuffling cards, picking locks. Cris pretends to be a boy, but she does not identify as one, this is simply a move, at least partially subconscious, to try and get others to like her more, after hearing her father curse her gender so many times over a bottle of booze.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Background, Ons/Offs</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>  Brief History: </strong>Cris’s father couldn’t believe how lucky he was, getting to tumble in the hay with a pure blooded elfen maiden. He was the envy of the village, and traded his story of the pale haired beauty’s body and tight snatch many a time after the band of elves left the village. Of course when the blonde slut showed up eight month later with a fat belly he was distinctly less pleased, and the bitch ended up dead shortly after. No one knew why. Perhaps human food disagreed with her, or her people had her marked for dirtying their blood.<br/><br/>  Left with a child he didn’t want in a village not racist enough for him to dispose of it, he decided to make the best of a bad situation. Surprisingly well read, he spoke a bit of elven, and named the child Cris, who made good on his perceived promise to be a vex at every turn. She had cost him good money to raise, would cost more to marry off, and was too weak to work in the field for more than an hour or too. She slept out of his sight and ate what she was worth: leftovers not suitable for the dog.<br/><br/>  It wasn’t until he caught her eating a piece of fruit that he found a use for her. She was hungry, she’d stolen some fruit, not surprise there. But she had a large ursh pear, and there was only one tree which grew such fruit, and it was deep in the headman’s orchard. Cris had managed to scale the wall, avoid the workers and anyone looking out from the house, pick a pear and return without being caught.<br/><br/>  Her father now had her steal some more valuable things, and was always happy when she returned with some silver or gold. Cris, mistaking this happiness for the affection she had always wanted from him, happily obliged. Alas a greedy man and an eager teen are found to slip up sooner or later, and for them it was sooner. Someone noticed how well the father was living, how it coincided with the robberies, and a quick search of his place revealed enough for him to hang. He wasted no time flipping on her, but it did nothing to reduce his guilt, and so Cris would have joined him dangling from the noose (he was to be hung first, a last act of mercy that a parent should not outlife their child, though here is was likely wasted), had someone from the crowd not spoken up. Her life was judged to be worth 6 silver in the hand of herwould be executioner, with an additional 6 distributed among those she stole from, to compensate for the troubles. A bewildered Cris left the stocks in the company of a stranger and was led to the Academy.<br/><br/><strong>  Appearance and avatar: </strong> (https://i.pinimg.com/236x/cf/61/d5/cf61d563013cf829deb56e10b32e681b--character-portraits-fantasy-inspiration.jpg)<br/><br/>Short cropped, ashblond hair and seagreen eyes in a bony face, Cris is somewhat pretty, though far from stunning and rather plain for even just a half-elf. Her posture is often hunched and defensive, making her seem shorter than she is. When not balled up, her long and slender fingers are revealed.<br/><br/>  Having picked up on her father’s not so subtle hints that he would have preferred his half-breed bastard be a son, Cris tends to pull her baggy peasant garbs in just the right way so as to hide as much of her body, and femininity as possible, and beneath her coarse shirt her breasts are bound tightly every morning. As such, it can be a bit hard to place her gender at first glance.<br/><br/><strong>  What I am looking for in this game:</strong><br/>A chance to explore RPing a damaged, vulnerable character and how they fare in the school environment with fellow students and instructors, and the potential smut this entails. I also like the idea of a story being able to supply diverse missions, with varied enemies and environments, and an external marking system (I assume their performance is assessed), whether directly stated or merely implied.<br/><br/>       <strong>Sexual ons/off</strong>: Dominance and submission, emotional manipulation/abuse, reluctance, degradation, control and occasional affection. The idea of corporal punishments with erotic elements sounds very exciting. I want to see Cris's insecurities and need for affection from the authority figures in her life exploited, and occasionally rewarded, though never quite how she would ideally desire them. Beyond that my usual apply, I like pain, humiliation, bondage, with only the very extreme as limits (scat, vomit, finger/teeth removal unless magically healed).</div></div>