<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/b7JTdk3.jpg)</div><hr/><hr/><strong>Arena Name and link to IC thread: </strong>The lair of tentacles (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=312931.msg15157953#msg15157953)<br/><strong>Name: </strong>Cecile Feathermour<br/><strong>Pronouns:</strong>Her/She<br/><strong>Sex:</strong>Female<br/><strong>Race/Class: </strong>Arachne<br/><strong>HP:</strong>25<br/><strong>Attack:</strong>d8<br/><strong>Armor:</strong>-0 Body/+3 Spider Legs<br/><strong>Brief Description:</strong><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Once an enigmatic scholar descended from a long line of powerful nobles led down the path of forbidden knowledge, Cecile met her demise and subsequent rebirth at the figurative hands of an unspeakable, dimensional horror. Bestowed with the gift of ageless existence, she has been drawing in unsuspecting prey for millennia – feeding upon the naïve and faithless to maintain her eternal youth – at least for a time… <br/><br/>Cunning and methodical, Cecile quietly watched entire civilizations rise, stagnate and decay, spending centuries combing the vast lands of secrets, even scrying the movements of the stars in the heavens above her. With cruel and calculating sentience, she devours and defiles everything that stands in her way, however, unlike her kin, who possess no rational, seeking only to scrutinize and destroy, Cecile studies the physical realm and the strange, warlike beings that dwell there, for any weakness she might exploit.<br/><br/>Now a fiend with a thirst for mortal blood, Cecile is a primordial force that thrives on grand displays of sadistic sport. Beckoned forth by the spreading corruption, she affected many unseen affairs from the empire’s earliest days and has since woven her influence deep into its wretched foundations.<br/><br/>Eventually growing weary of the easy nourishment this pathetic race provided her, she now scours the land in search of strong wills and resolute minds that she may twist into mortal terror, and everlasting darkness – from bustling cities to desolate plains, from the mightiest kings to the lowliest of peasants; strength arrives in many different forms and shapes, and Cecile is a peerless practitioner in sniffing out the distinct characteristics of each…<br/><br/>Roused from idleness by her own morbid curiosity, she eventually opted to join in on an unconventional gathering of capable warriors she had heard rumors of – all fighting tooth and nail under the ridiculous notion of fame and childish fantasies of riches and redemption… sickening, really. And she was all the more thrilled to partake in the festivities for it.<br/><br/>Fading like the rustling of wings, mercy upon the unfortunate victims of shapeless voices cackling in the darkness of the serpent-like suggestions that wind through the forests… something like a sultry chuckle…<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Borne aloft by two rigid, keratin-clad jointed limbs - long, dark and tapering to razored talons, Cecile is no longer human – though maintain many similar traits. Her features are angular and sharp and framed by lustrous dark hair. Eyes glinting with predatory thrill, she is a hawk – clawing with sparrow’s song.<br/><br/>Full figured and attractively proportioned, Cecile maintains an impossible aroma of lilac and gooseberries and though its intoxicating radiance is pleasant on the senses, it only draws prey deeper into her web with the promise of raptures yet to come. Smooth and slightly glossy, the perfectly unblemished complexion of her pliable curvature contrasts the cold-hearted nature of her personality - her pale skin standing out like the first snow of winter upon the darkening veil of night.<br/><br/>Born anew eons ago when a great rift split the bedrock of her very soul, Cecile found erratic comfort in the dulcet tones of her now silken voice and jaw-dropping physique, immediately embracing her remolded frame and many new assets – pronged brooches (<em>four legs total</em>), prehensile tentacles (<em>eight tentacles total – spawned from malleable pits on upper back</em>) and additional limbs (<em>four arms total</em>) included. Adorning herself with a scant cloak of gossamer and an illusive veil, she heeds no authority and disregards social criticism altogether – there is no time or place for modesty in the ravenous claws of this voluptuous vixen.<br/><br/></div><hr/><br/><strong>Stunts</strong><br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li><em>Neurotoxin/Venomous Bite (passives):</em> Attacks apply an Aphrodisiac DOT (Damage Over Time) to the target, increasing sexual desire. (Half as effective against armored targets) </li><li><em>Agony's Embrace (passive):</em> If both Neurotoxin and Venomous Bite is applied simultaneously, combine DOT value +1 and interrupt opponents next turn.</li><li><em>Arachnid Grace (passive):</em> Maneuverability is greatly increased on spider-like limbs. </li></ul><ul class="bbc_list"><li><em>Piercing Whiplash:</em> Lashers strikes, dealing damage based upon how high the target's Armor is. Applies Neurotoxin upon contact, +2 damage per turn.</li><li><em>Twin Fang:</em> Poisoned targets suffer double damage and heal the caster proportional to damage dealt. Applies Venomous Bite, +2 damage per turn.</li></ul><ul class="bbc_list"><li><em>Silken Song: </em> <em>Outside melee range:</em> Slows and roots the target for a short duration. | <em>In melee range:</em> Ensnares and stuns the target for a short duration.</li><li><em>Constriction (usable only on targets suffering the effects of hard CC):</em> Once bound, tentacles will aim to stretch every orifice of the prey in order to accommodate the intense penetration - milking the target for orgasms, while simultaneously making way for their own boisterous loads.<br/><br/>The mucus emitted by these tentacles is a highly reactive mutagen that contains large doses of pheromones, which act as an enhanced aphrodisiac – causing extreme stimuli and natural lubrication in the vaginal tract, allowing efficient penetration while keeping the victim in a constant cycle of arousal; even eliciting numerous climaxes from the captive given a steady supply of the substance.<br/>Notable effects include a distinct, though temporary swelling of mammary glands and a hazy state of mind.<br/><br/></li></ul><strong>Flaws</strong><br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li><em>Grounded:</em> Enters a short daze upon entering grounded state. Takes +2 additional damage if struck in this state.</li><li><em>Off Balance:</em> Maneuverability is greatly decreased when grounded.</li><li><em>Rapturous:</em> Greed often gets the better of Cecile. Suffers decreased awareness when enjoying herself. If attacked in this state, take additional +2 damage.</li></ul><br/><hr/><strong>Interested In: </strong>Particularly enamored with fights against semi-humanoid creatures. Preference towards exotic/unusual anatomy. Preferably looking to dominate some woefully unprepared wenches, but I'm all for a good turn-around just as you think you have the upper hand. Surprise me.<br/><strong>How Often Do You Elliquiy?: </strong>Mostly daily. Regularly.<br/><strong>Ons:</strong>Bondage, sadomasochism - fairly light pain play/torture, corruption/humiliation, large endowments, non-con/dub-con, multiple penetrations, autoerotic asphyxiation<br/><strong>Offs:</strong>The usual suspects, excessive sexual gore<br/>